Oh Mercy Me

I don't know how they found me, but I'm glad someone showed up, you think to yourself as the door opens. Into the room steps an athletic woman with short sandy hair in a figure-hugging black outfit.

"Mercy?!" shouts a startled Dr. Greene as she jumps to her feet, leaving your exposed cock to fend for itself.

"That's Miss Graves to you," the new woman coldly replies. "The deadline has passed. Again. I'm here to pick up what you have failed to deliver."

"I ah well hmm..." Stephanie stammers.

"Lex is not a patient man and you've kept him waiting far longer than you promised. But I see you have time to play with your boy toy," Mercy says, finally acknowledging your presence.

"You're in bed with Lex Luthor?!" you yell at Stephanie as the picture is put together. You haven't dealt with Lex directly before, but you've read the files and certainly know how dangerous he is. Standing in the room with you is his right hand woman, Mercy Graves. Clearly this is an important project to him if she was sent to retrieve the nanites.

"Not yet... I mean... It's a business arrangement," the redhead corrects herself under the glare of the Luthor bodyguard.

"Yes and you have been provided with everything you've asked for, with underwhelming results. So if you don't have anything--"

"Just give me a few minutes! I promise I'll have something for you."

"A few minutes? Why, so you can finish wanking off this idiot?"

"Hey!" you take exception to the insult.

"You did get tied to a chair by her," Mercy replies with a head gesture toward the redheaded scientist.

"Okay good point. Carry on."

"Hey!" Now Stephanie is the offended one. "This 'idiot' is teeming with nanites. I just have to extract some."

"And you decided that sucking them out of his dick was the best option?"

"It wasn't the first choice, but there were...complications and this seemed like the fastest course of action."

"Always complications and delays and you know what? Go ahead. But I'm not leaving this room until you give me a working REGEN."

"Yes! Of course!" the renewed redhead responds. "I just need to finish the extraction." She gets back on her knees and takes hold of your cock, which has softened a bit in the commotion.

"Whatever," Mercy says as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

Stephanie turns her full attention to your dick, coaxing it back to full mast. She goes back to her previous rhythm, occasionally taking you into her mouth under the premise of needing more lube, although from the look on her face, she's enjoying that as much as you are. However, between your resolve to not give her the nanites and the awkwardness of the glaring figure in the corner of the room, several minutes pass without you blowing your load.

"Ok this is ridiculous," says a fed-up Mercy. "Stop playing with your food and get on with it."

"It's not like I'm not trying here," Stephanie says after she takes your cock out of her mouth.

"Just stick your finger up his ass, milk his prostate and be done with it already," Mercy suggests.

"Uhhh..." you don't like the sound of that.

"Where's the fun in that?" your new best friend in the room says.

"Fine. I'll do it," the dirty blonde says as she strides across the room.

"Whoa let's think about what we're doing here," you try to slow things down and come up with a way out of this. "Pretty sure I'm really close here. And I'm not all that confident there are going to be nanites coming out of me anyway, so..."

A loud crash outside is followed by shouts and rapid gunfire. Whew. That's gotta be the cavalry. Stephanie picks up her data pad and starts furiously tapping while Mercy pulls out a stun baton and positions herself next to the door. The noise stops outside and you fear that your rescuer has been subdued. But then the door is blown off its hinges.