End: Release Them

"Standard amnestic ****," he said, his voice tired but clear. "And ****. The kryptonite-induced changes should revert within a few hours. Disperse them randomly...and..."

A muscle in his jaw worked as Lex Luthor's mouth suddenly clamped shut. Mercy Graves looked with concern at her employer as veins began to throb in his forehead, and his fists bunched the sheets. The bodyguard waited for a moment, then two. Finally he seemed to relax.

"And?" She prompted.

"I...will need...you to handle some additional duties for me. During my convalescence," sweat beaded his bald head.

"Of course, Mr. Luthor! What do you..."

"I need you to dose yourself with the retrovirus and then expose yourself to the same kryptonite sample we used on Lane," he said. His green eyes bore in on hers.

Mercy blinked. She swallowed hard as she realized what he was asking of her...and what that implied.

"I love cock, Mercy," he said. "I need it. Even now, I want one in my mouth. My asshole feels torn to shreds, and I still want to feel something hard and phallic wriggle around in me. Until I can...resolve...this issue, I need to meet my needs. I need someone I trust to do that."

The bodyguard nodded, slowly. This wasn't what she had signed up for...but being Lex Luthor's bodyguard wasn't just a job, it was an adventure.

"A strap-on or dildo just won't do. Nor do I want to deal with...sex workers. I need something alive. Something I can feel and taste the throb of," Lex began to shake again. He took a deep breath. "And I'm not homosexual."

"Of course not, Mr. Luthor," she said. "I'll...go see to that. You rest now, sir. We'll enact the Ennui Protocol once all the subjects are safely dispersed."

Mercy took her leave. Her heart beat faster as she went to the supply cabinet, used her access card to remove a sample of the retrovirus that they had distributed as XXX in the cocktails above, and and drank the cool, salty, liquid down. She took a deep breath, and knew it would be half an hour before her infection was sufficient to allow the kryptonite to do its thing.

In that time, she busied herself with the release of the subjects. An **** mist made them groggy enough for arms attendees to forcibly clothe them, administer the narcotics, and drag them out to waiting cars, which were officially on LexCorp's taxi-app. The drunken women would be deposited on public park benches and at bus stops around the city. Mercy felt the first touches of fever as she began to sweat, her nipples strangely hard, stomach queasy...and she knew that had to be the retroviral infection taking hold, overwriting part of her DNA, not anxiety.

The subjects were gone. Even Lois Lane, who hung limp, the cock between her legs weirdly emphasized by those tight red pants. Mercy Graves didn't envy the reporter the hangover she would have when she awoke, but by then the reporter's cock would be gone and the events of tonight a black hole in her memory. Lois Lane's night out was over.

Technicians and other personnel were packing for the move. Mr. Luthor was already prepped for transport. Mercy personally supervised the loading of the kryptonite...except for one sample, which she slipped out of its protective sealed container and slipped down the front of her panties.

Heat filled her crotch like a sudden, intense sunburn, followed by a pins-and-needles sensation. Mercy Graves took a deep breath as the pins-and-needles sensation spread out throughout her body, tweaking her body chemistry as her clit throbbed, swelled...

She stared down at the cock that slowly pushed its way up past her waistband. The dull red glow of the kryptonite stuffed into her panties. Her muscles tensed, and then she pulled her pants up to cover it. Time to leave.

I'm going to fuck Lex Luthor with my cock, Mercy Graves thought to herself...and she would be lying if her brand-new dick wasn't hard and throbbing at the very idea of it.