"I Love Cock"

The words were croaked out from dry lips. Mercy Graves, hardened as she was, could not repress a shudder.

"Yes, sir," she said, more for the benefit of those around her who hadn't heard his words than anyone else. "I understand."

She stood up and began to bark orders.

"Medical team, get Mr. Luthor to treatment immediately. Security detail, detain and make safe the subject in holding cell three. Move it, people!"

The reconstruction of Lex Luthor's asshole went on into the early hours of the morning. Mercy let the doctors do their work, glad that they had access to top-of-the-line LexCorp medical technology. Lois Lane was another problem. The dickgirl reporter was still ****, but something would have to be done about her...and the other remaining test subjects, the ones they had **** into volunteering from the teeming club-goers up above.

To fill the time, Graves drank coffee and made preparations for the Ennui Protocol: Luthor's plan for the complete abandonment of the facility, and sterilization of their footprint. The bodyguard's jaw worked as she checked off each step on the protocol...the final steps of which included amnesticizing all the test subjects and setting them free, without a cover story.

Except that Lois Lane still had her cock.

Graves' jaw worked as she narrowed down the possibilities...but as dawn approached, she knew that she would have to ask Mr. Luthor what he wanted to do about the reporter.

And what are you going to do if all he can say is 'I love cock?", Mercy? Graves asked herself...but the bodyguard knew where her duty lay. No matter what mad scientist schemes that her boss got up to, her first priority was Luthor's personal safety. Which meant getting him as far away from the reporter's cock as possible.

Decision made, Mercy strode into the medical bay. Mr. Luthor was on his side, the back of his hospital gown open, a white wad of bandages and tape on his anus. The doctor said Luthor was fortunate not to have punctured his colon. The ghost of a smile passed Mercy's lips as she thought that for once Luthor being a hardass had been to his benefit...then she stepped over to his bed and gently shook his shoulder.

"Sir?" she said quietly as his eyes opened. They were like green chips of ice, fiercely expressive of his intelligence while concealing his emotions utterly. "Mr. Luthor? The Ennui Protocol is ready. We can move out any time. I just need to know what you want us to do with...the test subjects."