Gospel of Pain

The Gospel of Pain

Part 3

Gerund

Batwoman Strikes!

He watched, holding back on sending out his newest initiates to the Church of Pain. It was rare that he saw someone so skilled at work, and he wanted to enjoy it. It was pitch-black save for the light of the small monitor he watched the action on. Batwoman and her delicious little sidekick cut all the power to the mansion, using darkness to disorient his disciples and take away their numbers advantage.

Gunfire blazed in the dark, silhouetting Batwoman as she dealt kicks and batarangs to his disciples. He had always admired her, because she was self-made into a weapon of terror. He savored this fight, thinking about what she would be like once converted to his side.

He could not see her sidekick, but wasn’t too worried. The little Robin was nowhere near as dangerous as her mentor. He sighed, knowing that it was time to unveil his new converts. His guests would be arriving soon, and Batwoman reeking havoc would reflect badly on him.

He was a messiah, intent on guiding humanity to the truth, and nothing could be allowed to stop that. He would wield his allies and his converts as swords to cut through the deception that humanity had cloaked itself in.

Batwoman would be his greatest conversion, someone who could lead his flock. He nodded to Mathias, who stood behind him motionless.

“Send them, tell them to capture Batwoman and Robin,” Pain Minister said.

Mathias nodded, gliding out of the dark and into the hall, letting in the sounds of battle. Pain Minister watched as Batwoman struck terror among his acolytes, and wondered how she would react with the tables turned.

Batwoman had sent Robin to look for Shatterfist and Ms. Power, while she occupied the goons that served Pain Minister. They were poorly trained, and possessed more zeal that sense.

She was waiting for Pain Minister to make his real move, knowing that this was just a feint. Despite his power, Pain Minister would be reluctant to expose himself in combat. More than likely he would have some elite acolytes or super mercenaries. She moved through the house, keeping the comm. in her mask silent as she searched for Pain Minister himself. In her head, she ran through various scenarios on how she could deal with the villain.

Something red and green flying towards her broke her concentration, she recognized Robin. She was too startled to move, and her sidekick collided with her. They went down in a tangle of limbs and Batwoman frantically tried to recover to confront this new threat.

She felt a super powered hand grab her throat and slam her against the wall. Her utility belt was ripped from her shapely waist, as she fought futilely to get free.

The lights came on, revealing the disciples scattered about like debris after a storm. She was shocked to recognize Ms. Power, wearing a mask of a grimacing face. She looked to see Shatterfist, holding up Robin by pinning both the young blonde’s arms behind her back.

Pain Minister entered the room, surrounded by armed and robed guards. “Batwoman, what an honor. I would like you to meet my newest converts, Shatterfist and Ms. Power.”

“What have you done to them?” Batwoman asked, struggling to breathe as Ms. Power effortlessly held her against the wall.

“I have shown them the path to enlightenment and salvation on Earth,” Pain Minister said, walking up to the captured Batwoman with his monstrous lieutenant shadowing him.

“Brainwashed them, you mean,” Batwoman said, looking for a way to break free of Ms. Power’s grip. With time to prepare, she was confident she could deal with any super human, even Superwoman. But she had not anticipated that Pain Minister could use his powers to brainwash others.

“I have actually stripped away the brainwashing that our corrupt society fills the minds of people with. You and your little sidekick will soon see with new eyes.”

“Nonsense, the Detective is mine, as part of our deal,” said a voice chillingly familiar to Batwoman.

Entering the room, stepping through the carnage wrought by Batwoman was Talia Al’Ghul, the Demon’s Head. She was a tall, elegant woman with midnight black hair except for one streak of silver in the gleaming hair. She wore a green cloak that reached to her shoes, underneath was a green suit that displayed her long curves effectively.

Her son Ra’s Al Ghul and the lethal Bronze Tigress flanked her. Ra’s was an incredibly beautiful man, with dark curly hair and violet eyes. He wore a plain black suit, and his eyes were riveted on Batwoman. Bronze Tigress was an imposing black woman, muscular and large breasted. She wore a mask in the shape of a tiger’s head, and her tight costume was also similar in appearance to a tiger.

Pain Minister looked shocked at the arrival of Talia and her crew, shooting an angry glare to Mathias, who shrugged lamely.

“Do not blame him, Pain Minister,” Talia said. “We have been here for some time, but when we heard that Batwoman was here I decided to hang back and see how you dealt with the Detective. I have to say that I am impressed.”

“Yes, well thank you but I don’t see how you get Batwoman as part of our deal,” Pain Minister said.

“Because we have the instrument that will help you spread your Gospel worldwide. Our terms have been more than generous so far. You can have Robin and any other superheroine that comes, but Batwoman is ours.”

Pain Minister regarded Talia for a moment, and then nodded. Ms. Power flung Batwoman to the floor, where the Bronze Tigress pounced on her. She pinched a nerve in Batwoman’s neck, and the heroine blacked out instantly.

“Ra’s, you take the detective and care for her,” Talia said, and her son picked up the unconscious woman and carried her away. “Pain Minister, I believe that it is time to vacate this house and head to Demon Island. Let us discuss final preparations.”

Pain Minister nodded. “Mathias, clean up this mess and take Robin below and prepare her for transport.”

“Yes master,” Mathias said, nodding to Shatterfist, who dragged the kicking Robin away.

Ms. Power stood robotically beside him, and he roughly grabbed her large breasts. “I want you to clean up these bodies, knowing Batwoman they are still alive, so don’t be too rough.”

Ms. Power nodded, and Mathias slapped her ass as she moved to do his bidding. He was angry that he had lost the chance to fuck the Caped Crusader, but at least he still had the Girl Wonder to look forward to. Ms. Power and Shatterfist were no longer as exciting now that they had seen the Path. Reminding himself that there were worse problems to have, he oversaw Ms. Power’s cleanup.

Batwoman awoke some time later in one of the many large bedrooms of the mansion, bound and naked, surrounded by darkness. Each arm was bound wrist to elbow, the rope circling around and framing her full breasts and going between her legs in a tight crotch rope. Her ankles were crossed and bound and a large black ball gag stretched her mouth painfully.

Sitting in a plush chair, naked, Ra’s watched her. He stroked his hard cock and grinned foolishly. “I have missed you, my beloved, far too long have we been apart.”

The first time they met, Talia had been attempting to turn Gotham City into the capital of her global empire. She had captured Batwoman, turning her over to Ra’s who became instantly enamored with her. He kept her bound and well fucked for three days before she escaped and foiled his mother’s plans.

Ra’s was an incredibly skilled lover, thriving in situations were he could enforce control over his partner. Using drugs and sex toys, he had kept her fully aroused for the whole three days; even her escape had nearly been ruined by her desperate need for orgasm. Now, once again at his mercy, she feared she was about to be pushed to her sexual limits.

He stood up, his hard cock bobbing, drawing Batwoman’s blue eyes toward it. He came to her and used his strong fingers to message her shaved sex. She squirmed, testing the bonds. An expert had bound her, and escape was impossible.

Moonlight flooding into the window illuminated Batwoman’s struggles and Ra’s exploration of her body. The sounds of the acolytes preparing to move framed the intimate atmosphere of the room. Batwoman writhed as her body inched closer to orgasm. She knew that she had been drugged again, as her body defied her commands and responded to Ra’s firm, skilled touch.

“I have hungered for you beyond all belief,” Ra’s said, as Batwoman’s breathing rapidly increased. “I vowed that the next time we met, I would not let you go, I would make you understand that you are mine, and with me is where you belong.”

Batwoman screamed into the ball gag as she came thanks to Ra’s. He withdrew his fingers and freed the ankles of the spent heroine. She lashed out immediately, but Ra’s was prepared, catching her ankles and pulling her to him, impaling her on his cock.

Batwoman lost focus, as Ra’s ran his hands along her big, muscular legs. He fucked her steadily, as she moaned softly and her eyes rolled up in her head.

“Mine,” Ra’s said under his breath. “Mine.”

The acolytes were underground, in the arena where Ms. Power and Shatterfist had fallen. Robin was now naked, on a leash held by the brainwashed Shatterfist. They worked to swiftly remove all traces of the Church of Pain, under the strict guidance of Bronze Tigress.

She stood beside Shatterfist, fondling the motionless Amazon. Robin was bound on her hands and knees, rope tightly lashing together her wrists and elbows, forcing her hands in opposite directions. Her ankles and knees were also bound together, and she drooled on the floor around the pink ball gag filling her mouth.

Bronze Tigress barked out orders, squeezing one of Shatterfist’s large breasts. The tiger mask hid her face, but Robin knew that the woman watched her intently. Robin forced herself to remain calm and watch as the acolytes moved their belongings upstairs to be transported away. Robin suspected that only a handful of acolytes would accompany Pain Minister to Demon Island, but he was staying to make sure that all of his flock left the house before he himself departed.

A man shrouded in black appeared at Bronze Tigress’s side, and whispered in her ear. Bronze Tigress stared at him, stunned, before telling him to take care of Shatterfist and Robin, and running up the tunnel and into the house.

“Lift her,” the man said to Shatterfist, who obeyed mechanically. “Follow me.”

As Robin was easily flung over Shatterfist’s shoulder, she wondered what could have scared Bronze Tigress, and she hoped that it would get here before she and Batwoman were spirited away to Demon Island.

Pain Minister and Talia Al’Ghul regarded one another warily. The private meeting had been nothing but a subtle war of words. At times Pain Minister had come extremely close to using his power, to bring the exotically beautiful woman to heel. But each time he reminded himself that his ascension was at hand, and this unpleasant vixen was the instrument he needed to achieve it.

“This alliance will change the world to the benefit of both our causes,” Talia said. “I knew when I spoke to Mathias, that a man of vision such as you could help bring about a brave new world.”

Mathias had been desperate, searching for any means to free his master. Out of options, he begun to prepare for a suicide attack on the super prison Dread, when emissaries of Talia had contacted him. They had provided him with the information and weapons needed to free Pain Minister, as long as he agreed to split the world with them.

Pain Minister had no intention of honoring the deal, but did not hold Mathias accountable. He knew that Talia probably suspected that he would turn on her as soon as possible, but why she was going along with this bothered him only slightly.

“We should move faster then,” he said after a long pause. “I doubt if 4 superheroines is all that I will attract. As much as I like the pretty little things I think I have enough for now.”

“We should be free of them for a while,” Talia assured him. “If any show up, my people will warn us.”

Just then the door burst open and Bronze Tigress rushed in.

“Bad news Mistress,” Bronze Tigress said breathlessly. “Superwoman is heading this way, and she’ll be here in 5 minutes.”

Pain Minister studied Talia, whose face momentarily revealed her annoyance at the news. But she recovered quickly and nodded.

“Get the secret weapons,” she said as she rose. “Post them in the woods.”

“No,” Pain Minister said. “I wish to try my power against Superwoman. What better way to prove my divinity than bringing down the Woman of Steel?”

Talia regarded him for a second before nodding. “Post them in the stairwell and hall instead. Give us word when the outer defenses fail.”

Bronze Tigress nodded and left. Pain Minister exhaled as he stood up. A holy trial awaited him, and he had little time to prepare for it.

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