The Gospel of Pain:
Part Two
By Gerund
Author’s Note: Read!
The Party had only strengthened as the
night wore on, the disciples reveling in the joy and power of their master.
The party was in what had been the dining room of the great mansion, far
above the cavern where Pain Minister had first addressed his flock and defeated
the heroines Ms. Power and Shatterfist.
Now the large, elegant, impersonal dining room was the scene of a
massive orgy, the male and female members of the Order of Pain coming together
for their master, who sat in an old high backed chair, nude and still aroused
as he observed the action around him. Sweaty bodies engaged in vigorous
love-making, their sensory pleasure feeding the Pain Minister, who absorbed
their ecstasy and feed it back to the room, increasing the lust and sense
of joy in the room to almost unbearable amounts. He focused his power on
the guests of honor, Ms. Power and Shatterfist.
Both heroines were now completely nude, with the exception of Ms.
Power’s mask. Red silk
rope secured them, though Pain Minister’s power held them helpless in
excruciating lust. Shatterfist was with a group of three men, each massively
muscled, and who worked her over with almost loving care and skill and more
than a dash of brute force. Shatterfist arms were bound at the wrists and
elbows, her large, sweaty, tan breasts thrusting forward.
One of the men sucked on Shatterfist’s prominent nipples, while
the others fucked her mouth and ate her out. She squirmed and moaned, unable
to fight the pleasure crashing through her body. She choked on the one
man’s cum as he came in her mouth, and then a second later came herself
thanks to the man between her legs.
Ms Power hung from a red silk rope threaded into the chandelier that
provided light for the orgy. Brother Mathias had grown quite attached to
her and had not left her since the display in the cavern. He was behind her
once again, fucking her hard and fast, while cupping her large, ebony breasts.
He whispered in her ear, breathing heavily as he pushed deep inside her.
She lightly whispered no and shook her head while she and Mathias built to
climax. Ms. Power screamed as the orgasm exploded through her, earning cheers
from the disciples in the room, and a smile from the Pain
Minister.
A man entered the room, still cloaked in the red robes and wearing
the mask of a grimacing face in pain. He glided through the writhing bodies
and made his way to the seated, nude, Pain Minister. He knelt before his
master and waited until he was summoned to rise.
“Master, I have received word that your guests will be arriving
shortly.”
“How soon?” Pain Minister asked, the orgy briefly forgotten.
“Within the next two hours, Master.”
He dismissed the man as he stood up, nude and still rock hard. His
mind was in the future, thinking of the things he and his newfound allies
could accomplish together, especially if they delivered on their end of the
bargain.
“Brother Mathias,” Pain Minister called to his servant,
who held Ms. Power close as he recovered from his exertions. “Prepare
our guests for the next phase of the evening.”
Ms. Power looked at him with blurry, beautiful eyes as Mathias freed
her wrists. She just collapsed in his arms when he scooped her up and begin
to carry her out of the dining room. The three men who had been with Shatterfist
all carried her together, laughing amongst themselves.
“Conversion, my superheroines,” Pain Minister called after
the heroines and their captors, drawing another cheer from the crowd.
“Conversion.”
Not too far away, in another great mansion, deep beneath the earth
the pieces of the puzzle were being assembled by the world’s greatest
detective. Helena Wayne, the Batwoman, sat in the Batcave, observing the
massive monitor that displayed information from around the world. She sat
silent and motionless, her beautiful blue eyes taking in information from
countless feeds. Words were being translated at the bottom of the few feeds
from places she did not have a working knowledge of the language.
She was quietly joined by a petite, energetic blonde in a green and
red suit, with an “R” over her perky left breast. She stood behind
the chair where her mentor slouched; brooding over the information she took
in. The young woman, Carrie Kelly, Batwoman’s sidekick Robin, fidgeted
impatiently; finally she could wait no more.
“So, Pain Minister, right?”
Batwoman looked up at her 19 year old sidekick, staring at her for
a few moments before nodding and turning back to the screen. Robin sighed
dramatically, but Batwoman ignored her for a few more minutes before speaking.
“I gave you that file on Pain Minister, but I know that you did
not read it, so what do you know about him?”
Robin looked indignant. “You bury me with files and dossiers,
some of them on our friends! I’m so sorry I missed
one.”
Batwoman sighed. “He was born Christopher Jansen, in Paris, France.
His mother and father immigrated to America in the 50s. During the 60s
Christopher discovered his powers and used them to throw “feel good”
parties that became enormously popular. At these parties he met members of
various Anarchist groups.”
Batwoman swiveled in her chair, now facing he young sidekick. She
was not wearing her cowl, her beautiful, strong face set as she told the
story of Pain Minister to Robin.
She continued. “He became involved in assaults on the government
and violent anti-Vietnam protests. He ended up in jail, but each time he
managed to escape, even though his family had disowned him and the Anarchists
he worked with were in jail or dead. In 1970 he disappeared and did not resurface
for a decade. When he did he was the Pain Minister, leader of the Order of
Pain.’
Batwoman glanced at the monitor as she finished the story. “He
became a heavyweight villain, taking down some of the best in the superheroine
community. He was finally defeated by Freya, and imprisoned in The
Dread.”
“Until now, when his nut job disciples busted him out.”
Robin said, ready to spring into action and bring Pain Minister to
justice.
“That is what bothers me. Even at the height of his power, he
never possessed the resources to infiltrate the security of someplace like
The Dread.”
“So he had help, but from who?” Robin said,
intrigued.
Batwoman rose and pulled her cowl on, completely her transformation
into the Dark Dame. “That is what we are going to find out. Pain Minister
kept his Order pretty much free of low-level thugs, but a few months ago
when we were working to taking down Black Masque, I encountered someone who
had worked for Pain Minister, and I learned the story of Darrick
Laslow.”
The dynamic duo made their way through the cave, scores of bats flying
about as they approached the sleek, black
batmobile.
As they got in, Batwoman continued her story. “This guy told
me everything he ever did; from felonies to the time he stole LEGOS in
kindergarten.”
As Robin buckled in, she studied Batwoman suspiciously. “What
in the world did you do to him?”
Batwoman offered a rare smile. “You’re still not old enough
for that. Anyway he told me about Darrick Laslow, this eccentric millionaire
who wanted to join Pain Minister’s Order as a kind of dare from his
society friends. This was before he started taking down heroines and threatening
the world. Laslow was one of the first to figure out how serious Pain Minister
was, but by then it was too late. He had allowed Pain Minister in his house
and eventually Laslow was consumed by the Order, sacrificing himself for
Pain Minister.”
Robin was silent as Batwoman fired up the batmobile and shot out of
the Batcave. The world blurred by as she took in the information that Batwoman
had just relayed to her.
“So Pain Minister is at Laslow’s house?” Robin
asked.
“Yes, that would be the most logical place of his available
options.” Batwoman said. “Very few people know about Darrick Laslow,
and his estate is large and secluded, perfect for the Order of
Pain.”
“So is it just me and you?” Robin asked, becoming more somber
as the reality of the mission settled on her.
“No, the Dread sent out Ms. Power and Shatterfist,” Batwoman
said. “Plus I contacted Laurel to come help when she
can.”
“What’s she doing?”
“Apparently she is stopping an earthquake in India by controlling
the movements of the tectonic plates.”
Robin frowned. “Showoff.”
Batwoman said nothing, already going over the scenarios they would
face as they attempted to recapture Pain Minister. Almost all of them had
Shatterfist and Ms. Power as his captives, making an already difficult mission
next to impossible. But she knew time was important, and there was no way
she was going to wait for Laurel to be done. Lost in her thoughts, Batwoman
began building strategies for the worst case scenario they would possibly
meet.
Shatterfist and Ms. Power had been scrubbed clean, groomed and pampered
before being brought to Pain Minister, now lounging in the Master Bedroom.
Both women wore nothing but a black latex single glove, tightly crushing
each heroine’s arms behind her. The single gloves were anchored to a
fat butt plug, stretching and filling each heroine’s ass.
Both women wore white ballgags, and stiff collars with leashes attached
to them. The leashes were in the hands of two female members of the Order
and they led both captives in without any trouble.
Pain Minister wore pants now, but was still shirtless as he watched
the two disciples enter with his prizes. He loved the way the large breasted
heroines bounced as they were led in. He stood up and dismissed the two
disciples, leaving him alone with Ms. Power and
Shatterfist.
He circled his guests, looking them up and down. He groped a breast
or fingered a defenseless, damp cunt. Finally he set both women on his bed,
standing before them with an aching erection.
“The Order of Pain is devoted to the truth of humanity,”
he said, “That truth is pain. We must spread this truth, to achieve
true nirvana and create Paradise on Earth.”
He rubbed himself while the heroines looked on dazed. He reached out
and grabbed one of Ms. Power’s big brown breasts. He massaged it, pinching
her nipple and continued rubbing his engorged penis. He stopped abruptly
and continued his speech.
“But humanity has grown set in its misguided ways. We will need
warriors to combat the forces of ignorance and fear. That is why I need you
two.”
His voice took on a new dimension, as he embraced his power and entered
into the minds of the heroines, planning to show them the Path of
Agony.
Shatterfist and Ms. Power struggled against their bonds, but both
were too weak from the previous events of the disastrous night to get free.
Pain like they had never experienced filled them as Pain Minister preached
his super-powered gospel.
“Soon, all the world will feel the enlightenment I can offer,”
He said, his words drowned out by their muffled screams. “With my allies,
the Earth will be reborn and humanity will be cleansed, and you will be my
fists in this holy mission.”
Ms. Power and Shatterfist were lost in a storm of pain, and what Pain
Minister made was devoted totally to the Order of Pain, and a threat to all
superheroines.
Bette Allen was ready for a night of laziness and quiet. She dramatically
collapsed on the couch, clad sweatpants and a ratty old shirt. The oversized
clothes hid her terrific, lean figure as she brushed her short brown hair
out of her green eyes and turned on the TV.
Her plans for an uneventful night were crushed as she saw the news.
One of the most dangerous villains in the world, Pain Minister, had gotten
free in a bloody rescue mission by his fanatical followers. He and his
superheroine pursuers had disappeared somewhere outside of Gotham City.
Bette signed, getting up from the couch and heading towards her bedroom.
Even though she had her own city to watch, Batwoman had helped her too much
to let her face such a heavyweight alone. Batwoman would never call her,
so she would have to invite herself to the party.
Bette picked up the ring lying on the dresser, taking a moment to
study the golden lightning bolt on it. She sighed again as she twisted the
top of the ring. She would have to schedule her “lazy” night for
another time, because tonight the world needed the Flash.
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