The Gospel of Pain:

The Gospel of Pain:

Part One

Gerund

Author’s Note: This is my second attempt at writing, after trying to blend fantasy and superheroines earlier. One of my influences is Mr. K, who has been generous on a number of occasions to respond to my emails about his work. I would appreciate any feedback sent to gerund.story@gmail.com. Thank you for reading.

Pain rushed through the bodies of Ms. Power and Shatterfist, making them dance like poorly made marionettes. They were in a dark, cavernous chamber, surrounded by men in blood red robes and masks of faces contorted in pain. All the men watched in aroused rapture as their master did his holy work of delivering pain to the unbelievers.

There was no doubt these two were unbelievers, thought the disciples. Ms. Power, clad in her little purple leotard with a yellow starburst on her chest, her nipples rock hard and jutting out of the thin material of the costume. Black hip boots conformed to her muscular, shapely legs that begged to be touched. The black mask framed pretty brown eyes, and full, luscious lips formed an “O” of pain.

Shatterfist was even more impressive, if that was possible. Blessed by the Earth Mother herself, she had transformed from a mousy park ranger to an Amazon goddess. Her 6’3 frame dwarfed Ms. Power’s 5’6. She was bronzed all over, her flesh colored, sleeveless leotard barely covering her magnificent body. On the large monitor hanging above the master’s podium, the disciples had watched the two wicked women enter, and had seen Shatterfist’s leotard wedge up between her big bronzed buttocks, her large breasts jiggling slightly as she walked. Even the lips of her pussy had been visible in the skimpy costume.

The two nearly naked whores had come to stop their master, the Pain Minister, from spreading his gospel across the world. They could have ruined this homecoming, after two years locked away in the Dread, that vile super-prison where the heretics had stolen his holy gift. But instead of ruining things, their master, in his infinite wisdom, had decided to include them.

So, while the disciples watched, the Pain Minister had greeted the intruders turned guests of honor. Ms. Power floated, the air shimmering slightly around her, signifying her “damage bubble” that kept her from harm.

“I don’t know what you are planning, but it ends now,” Ms. Power said, the ebony warrior exhibiting control and power that sent shivers down the spines of the acolytes.

Pain Minister smiled, his elegant face looking kindly except for the mad fire that burned in his eyes. He wore a collarless black cape that covered him down to his black shoes. The inside of the cape was the same blood red as the robes of his followers, underneath he wore a three-piece black suit.

“I’m feeling generous,” he said, his slicked back black and grey hair shining in the spotlight. “Convert and pleasure me and I will spare you.”

Shatterfist, who hadn’t spoken, lunged at Pain Minister. His hands flew from underneath his cape and unleashed his power. Then the two defeated women began their dance, before dropping to the ground.

Pain Minister flung his hands in the air and walked around the spotlighted dais. His disciples cheered and clapped, like they were at a sporting event. Finally Pain Minister lowered his hands and his cape swallowed his body, drawing almost instant silence.

“Know that I can give pleasure as well as pain,” he said, his right hand sneaking out of his cape and pointing towards his conquered foes.

Both women had started to stir, but neither was in position to deal with the feelings that consumed their bodies. Shatterfist gave in first, her long, elegant fingers beginning to massage her cunt. One hand gripped her long, silky black hair as she lay on her back and slowly masturbated. Ms. Power’s face was pressed to the ground and her ass pointed to the air, as she moved aside the crotch of her costume and began working two fingers in and out.

While this was going on, Pain Minister had removed his cape and suit jacket. He was unbuttoning his shirt and it was obvious he had a massive erection. The two superheroines kept on masturbating, both dripping wet and lost in a haze of pleasure. Pain Minister removed his shirt, revealing his pale, chiseled torso. As he unbuckled his pants, he looked to the crowd for the first time since the heroines had begun their show.

“Brother Mathias, join me,” He said, the rest of the acolytes watched with restrained jealousy as a big man hidden by robes exited the stands and strode down to join his master. Mathias had led the daring strike that released the master, now he was being rewarded.

When he entered the spotlight, he flung off his robe and mask, revealing his nude body and large erection. Pain Minister was also nude now, and both 6’4 men stroked their cocks as they studied the blissfully unaware heroines.

“Choose,” Pain Minister said, grinning.

Mathias thought for a moment, and then grinned also. “Ms. Power.”

Pain Minister nodded and the blonde giant strode over to Ms. Power, picked her up, and slammed her to the padded ground. He grabbed her straight black hair and pulled her to a sitting position while she moaned. He then stuffed his penis into her mouth until she began to greedily suck him off, still fingering herself.

Meanwhile, Pain Minister was kneeling down and whispering quietly in Shatterfist’s ear. He held himself as he whispered to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Finally the fingers working in and out of her cleft picked up speed and she came with a throaty scream and a squirt of her juices. Satisfied, Pain Minister got up and began stroking his cock with Shatterfist’s juices until his penis glistened. He then flipped Shatterfist over with no resistance. He lifted her ass up and stuck his finger into her dripping sex.

He removed the finger and slowly worked it into her ass. Shatterfist moaned and squirmed slightly, but still offered no resistance. Pain Minister continued the process, finally working up to three fingers in before getting to his feet and pushing his glistening cock slowly into her round ass. He grabbed her thick hair and began to viciously pound away. Shatterfist groaned loudly as he fucked her ass and reached over to slap her big tits. He pulled her up and lay down, impaling her on his cock. He pulled down her top to reveal perfect, golden brown breasts that bounced as she rode him.

Mathias continued to alternatively beat and fuck Ms. Power. He now had her standing, one leg raised as he fucked her from behind. He viciously kneaded both breasts through her costume, one arm cradling her leg while he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Finally he came with an animal roar. He thrusted once, went stiff, and then flung the used heroine to the ground.

Pain Minister finished almost at the same time. He growled as he thrust into her ass, holding the pose for a second before pushing her off him. Cum decorated her stretched asshole as she lay there motionless.

Pain Minister looked up, surveyed the silent crowd of acolytes, and then exclaimed. “This is only the beginning of our celebration!”

The crowd cheered wildly, their own hungers now ignited.

WIZARD'S LAIR MAIN PAGE NEXT CHAPTER