Greed God chapter 26

January 8th 2016 Gotham City Docks 10:00 AM EDT

The  next morning saw me worn out. I hadn't expected to be. With my body I'd  kind of figured I couldn't GET sore the morning after a workout. But  between the constant repetition of katas and the nonstop battlefrenzied  fucking after we finished with them, I was actually physically  exhausted. I doubted it would last too long, given my healing ability,  but still, it was an accomplishment that Barbie had managed it.

She  was in a good mood as she left, limping out of my house with a cheerful  smile. I hadn't stuck to her ass, she had cum leaking from both holes  and probably still tasted it on her tongue, but she definitely wasn't  complaining. Because I knew it would turn her on I texted Dinah a  picture of myself balls deep in Barbie's little bubble butt, and the  return picture of her fingers COATED in pussy juice made it clear that  she had appreciated it thoroughly.

Apparently  her cheating fetish had some cuckquean in there too. Good to know.  Sadly however today was not about meeting some sweet little bitch I was  going to ruin. Today was about finally closing my very last loophole.  I'd arranged to meet with Mal at the warehouse, and it was time to  finally give him his serum. Hopefully he would be so grateful it would  make the next part of this easier, specifically, waiting on Mal's Brand.

I'd  decided that I wasn't going to use the Brands on my girls. Not for  sexual reasons. I had Eros and Psyche to slowly press those buttons, and  I wanted them as varied and interesting as possible. I could fuck the  obedience into my girls with the skills I had now, and I'd enjoy the  process. The Brand would be saved as a sort of minion loyalty stamp.  Basically insurance people wouldn't dime me out to the League. Of  course, since I couldn't give them the mental protection my women had, I  would need to be careful to wear my mask around all of them, but still.

Mal  wouldn't even know Nick and Mammon were the same person, and once I  closed the loop by giving him the Ouroboros Serum no mind reader would  be able to pluck it from his head either. I slipped into my costume,  still marveling at how amazing it felt, and headed out for the  warehouse, picking a nondescript car and taking the plates off it. Since  the warehouse was in Gotham I gave it even odds no one would even  notice the lack of plates on the car.

I  had to admit, I was in a great mood. Lots of sex, some fun training,  and now I was getting my first real minion. It was hard not to be stoked  about my first foray into supervillainy. The best part was, I had a  target now. I wasn't sure who these assholes stealing street kids were,  but I was absolutely going to steal them back. Even normal kidnapping  victims would be worth a pretty penny with the whole organization bonus,  and any group that could foil the League was bound to be powerful.

Not  to mention since I had Barbie on my team I could just redirect any  anger at the League while I scooped up the profits and no one would ever  know. This whole "savior of the innocent" deal would not only net me a  ton of points, but it would give me a chance to slowly pivot Mal and  Barbie, and any other superheroes I recruited (Dinah was going to be on  my team as well as on my cock if I could help it) into a life of crime.

When  I arrived I slipped out of the car, the Ouroboros Serum in my pocket,  and strolled into the warehouse. I looked around for my soon to be  minion, and when I saw him I winced. He was in the back of the  warehouse, sticking to the shadows, but with my vision I could still  easily see him and he looked...bad. Shaky and covered in sweat, it was  easy to see the man was falling apart without his enhancements.

I  was honestly surprised it had this big of an effect. I'd only mixed in a  little coke, some withdrawal was expected sure, but this seemed way  more intense than it should have been. Mal's eyes gleamed when he saw  me. "Doc!" His voice was croaking and rough. He'd been fine last time I  saw him, he'd gone down hill fast. He stumbled out to meet me, looking  around to make sure no one saw. "Doc, what the hell is going on? You  said this stuff was safe! You said one dose wouldn't do anything big."

I  reached out to steady him. "Easy there, my friend. I did tell you this  is an experimental trial. Stand still and let me examine you." I made a  big show of looking him over, checking his vitals and so on, before  finally helping him sit down. I sighed deeply. "It seems the serum was a  bit TOO compatible with your physiology. The temporary changed had  permanent effects on your body. Attempts to fully integrate the  transformation you underwent permanently that your body can't adjust to  now.

I was  spouting complete bullshit of course. It was withdrawal, plain and  simple. But Mal struck me as the goody goody type who had never tried  drugs, so I doubted he knew what hard drug withdrawal was like. Even if  he did, this was way too intense to be regular withdrawal. I blamed the  fucking system. It made such good shit the poor guy was on the verge of a  mental breakdown.

I  gripped his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "It's ok, my friend. Your  body is even more compatible with the serum than expected. These  effects will fade permanently once we introduce it into your system, and  I brought it with me." I made a move to reach into my pocket, but I  hesitated. "Although..." I made sure to let my voice show my  uncertainty, and as expected the addled man freaked out over potentially  losing his fix. I put on a concerned frown. "If your reaction is this  strong I'm not sure it's a good idea to do the permanent enhancement."

His  eyes widened in shock and alarm, but I held up a hand. "It's just that I  worry the drastic change might impact your state of mind. When it was  just a minor boost I didn't mind giving it to you and letting you go on  your way. I wouldn't feel right giving you an unknown level of power and  just unleashing you on the world. If you worked for me for a while,  stayed nearby so I could monitor or test you, that would be a different  story. Would you be willing to do that?"

His  face hardened, and he pulled himself up a bit. "I don't think that's a  great idea Doc. You told me this was safe, now I find out it isn't and  you're holding out on me for the cure? Doesn't exactly sound like  someone I want to work with." Which was good. People value things more  when they're invested in them. With the mental resistance already sorted  I'd realized that the Brand was an extra layer of security at best. I  could afford to be patient and draw this out, hell I'd get a bigger  payout when I got his loyalty if I buffed him a bit more anyway.

So,  playing the long game here, I slumped against the wall, raising my  hands to my mask. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just...after what  happened to Nicholas I'm reticent to send one of my patients out into  the world unsupervised." It had occurred to me that a tragic backstory  could muddy the timing of my abduction a bit and that Mal would end up  being an asset once he got his mental resistance either way.

As  expected, he looked concerned. "What happened to Nick? Is he ok?" He  sounded genuinely worried, which was kind of heartwarming. Mal was a  nice guy, and I made a note to keep an eye out for him in the future  when I got more minions. Make sure he had enough meat shields as it  were. Still, at the moment he was going in the exact direction I wanted  him to go, and making it that much easier to reel him in later once I'd  managed to earn some real loyalty instead of just forcing him to submit.

I  sighed. "He's...healing. I just wasn't aware I'd made him a target  until it was too late. I had no clue there was a group of people  kidnapping potential experimental targets off the streets. The  enhancements I gave Nicholas made him a tempting asset for them, and  they grabbed him a few days ago." I was purposefully vague there. Barbie  might have reason to keep track of the date and small scale timeline  but Mal didn't so i bit of vagueness could fudge things later on down  the line. "I've been working with Nicholas and an associate of his who  doesn't know about me to try to find the culprits, but I don't want to  get another innocent person involved in this if I can't protect them."

I'd  have to tell Barbie about Mammon later, telling her I'd already been  altered and "coming clean" about how I knew Mal. But with everyone  involved immune to telepathy and sure they were on the right side this  would actually be less suspicious than the Brand. Better to get that  applied slowly later on to make sure it was as subtle as possible. It  had caused a ton of complications before so I wanted to understand a bit  better first anyway, and I already had a non League adjacent subject in  mind for testing.

Mal  put a hand on my shoulder. "Doc. I get it. I'm sorry I misunderstood  you. But, I'm not scared of some kidnappers. In fact, I want to help out  too. Nick is a pal, even if he's a recent one, and you've put a lot of  effort into helping me. So I'll take the serum, and we can work together  to take down whoever is targeting your patients. I've got your back on  this." His voice was steady, and I had to respect the nerve that let him  just shove aside the withdrawal symptoms like that when he though  someone was in danger.

I  pulled the vial out of my pocked and handed it to him. "This should be  suited to your body chemistry. It's an upgraded version of what I gave  you last time, with some powerful mental stabilizers to ensure maximum  clearheadedness. It'll help you maintain your focus when you would  normally have been in an agitated state from the euphoria of getting  powers." It would also give a rational explanation for him not getting  super high when he took it like the last one had done. Just in case.

He  took the vial and made to drink it, but I held up a hand. "One last  warning. This is a permanent change to your physique. It's going to  require a thorough remodel, and it's going to last. The process is  excruciatingly painful. It won't damage you in any way, just the  opposite, but it will hurt." He swallowed hard but took it. He walked  over to an empty spot of ground and sat down, cross legged, before  popping the cap and tossing back the whole vial. His body locked up as  he started to scream.Luckily we were in a warehouse in Gotham, and  literally no one would check a Gotham warehouse to find out why someone  was screaming unless they were actually Batman.

As  he underwent his change and I winced seeing it from the outside I  thought back on my choice to leave the Brand for later and decided it  was the right call. If Barbie's Brand was discovered somehow they would  search the Leaguers and him having it would blow my accident story.  Besides I had a much better target in mind for my first real test with  the Brand. I had that weird religious sermon on crime later today, and  Whispers fat jiggly ass would look amazing with an orange tattoo.