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Thanks to James Pratt for Beta Reading this chapter.

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The Hero named Villain

At this point in the timeline, Lex Luthor is a good guy and there's no Mercy, but one day that will change.

I would say Jeremiah because at first, his madness was cold and very calculating. I find that more interesting to watch than Jerome's antics because Jerome tries too hard to show off. That's my opinion.

Alan

Lex Luthor couldn't use a lightsaber.

Sith Gothic 3 – Gotham

"Fear. Fear attracts the fearful. The strong. The weak. The innocent. The corrupt. Fear. Fear is my ally."

–Darth Maul

Part 7

Underground Slave Market. Gotham.

For the Sith, the practice of slavery made perfect sense as the strong dominated the weak as intended. In turn, the weak must either serve or be destroyed. This can be seen in nature, the alpha of a predator pack leads and the rest obey for as long as the pack leader retains his strength. As for the prey, if they proved strong enough, then they will escape the predator or defeat them, proving themselves worthy of life for another day. This was how things should be.

Because of this view, I saw no problem with the scene that Kat and I were looking at right now. Which was the selling of young girls to those who thought they had real power. These pimps, crooks and other low lives were bidding on desirable girls who would be used by the buyers as sex slaves or possibly whores or worse if they were unlucky. I'd seen such sites before, the Hutts enjoyed having humanoid females of many different races dance and so other things for their pleasure until they grew bored of the females. The lucky women got sold or gifted to a servent of the Hutts, the unlucky ones got fed to a Rancor or other fearsome creature.

As we watched a few of the girls were dragged out onto the bidding stage. Some put up a pitiful struggle when dragged out of their cages, crying and screaming. However, there pathetic displays of defiance only brought me a feeling of distant destain. They made no real effort to free themselves. If they were strong they would try to escape, they would probably die or be beaten sure but there was a chance for freedom. There fear kept them caged more effectively than the chains that bound their bodies. I might pity them if not for the fact that I simply couldn't bring myself to feel much of anything towards them.

The girls were dressed in clothes that made them look more like cheap whores from the street. Which made sense since that was likely what most of them would end up becoming. The lighting here was kept low to give the bidders a sense of privacy, and to ensure that any imperfections on the girls were hard to see. This also made it much easier for my apprentice and myself sneak into via the roof and onto the rafters while remaining hidden from those below us.

We both crouched on a ceiling beam, looking down on the whole show. Selina took the mere existence of this place as a personal affront, either because she was also female or because she recognised that she could have very easily been in one of those cages if she was ever that weak. Even without her strong connection to The Force, I knew that would never be Selina down there she'd find a way to escape such a fate. The Force wasn't all that separated her from those slave girls bound in those cages. Kat had an unbroken spirit as well as a burning desire to improve her lot in life. These were features of her personality that I could respect and even admire, in my young apprentice.

As for the men below, those with some wealth and what they thought of as power, they also meant little to me in the grand scheme of things, I ranked them little better than the girls in cages in terms of worth. The only thing that they unknowingly had going for them was their numbers. Granted, they had no real power compared to myself, but they could defeat me collectively so we remained out of sight. This was not cowardice as it wasn't brave to take on great numbers unless we had something to turn the tide in our favour. Looking across to my young apprentice's hooded face, I quietly explained how to deal with these sorts of situations, and that using cunning and stealth was always the wisest course of action.

To that end, my student and I were keeping to the rafters above the crowd, and I was used a cool little device called a sonic dampener, which did as the name suggested and dampened the noise coming from below, allowing us to talk normally without fear of attracting attention from below. This invention was one of those bits of Star Wars tech that aren't commonly used and while I couldn't remember where I'd gotten this device from it must have been from a spy of some kind. It suppressed sound a couple of feet around the device, allowing two people to talk to each other even when surrounded by sources of loud sounds without fear of being overheard.

We were both dressed in something akin to League of shadows Armour, a mixture of kevlar, chain-mail, and leather that I had enhanced with Sith alchemy. Not only was it easy to move about in these suits, but they also offered a lot of protection considering how lightweight they were. I'd made a set for Selina recently as I'd been planning to start sending her on errands by herself and I figured that she'd need the protection. She was quick on her feet and stealthy in movement, but she was still new to her powers.

"So how does this benefit our Order?" I asked.

Kat looked at the swirling sea of humanity below us. Coming here had been her idea, I'd been willing to indulge and let her take the lead on this as she was entering the next phase of her training. It was one thing for her to be able to call upon The Force while we were sparring in the penthouse with no outside influences for her to have to worry about. Using it in the field was a whole other thing, and since it was vital for her to learn how to use her powers in stressful situations out in the real world, I'd decided that this would be an excellent first field test, without much real danger. She'd mentioned this place to me, and I'd sensed how much it bothered her.

"There's a lot of money here," she said.

We didn't really need more money because there was only so much we could spend, and even a Dark Lord of Gotham doesn't want the IRS looking into his affairs, so I had to be careful about how much I had in my accounts. We could stash the money somewhere in case it was needed later for something, but there were many other places we could go and steal from. The girls meant nothing, they'd be used up and spat out by this city no matter what we did here.

"Anything else?" I asked.

I could feel that Kat really just wanted to free the girls in the cages, due to her anger at them being caged, which I was more than happy to stoke. She looked around the room as she considered her next thoughts carefully, thinking about what to say next.

"You want to take over the crime families and to do that you need to make them weaker," she said.

"Yes, disrupting their businesses, and income is a good idea" I agreed.

I didn't wish to dismantle the operations of the crime families in Gotham as I wanted my puppet, Oswald Cobblepot, to run them for me in the future. If we destroyed the existing organised crime system, we'd have to rebuild everything from the ground up. Which was a lot of unnecessary work. Just putting it under new management would serve my purposes much better.

"Well reasoned, good enough. So how would you go about doing that here?" I asked.

I held still as my young apprentice looked around some more while trying to develop a strategy in how we would disrupt this market of human flesh.

"You could summon some of your drugged up goons that you have on standby to come in guns blazing," Kat suggested, "They'd make short work of this place".

I could hear the excitement in her voice as she said this from under her mask. As for me, I frowned under mine as I didn't wish to make use of my troops so soon. I'd not even intended for my apprentice to know much about them, but she'd found a way into my basement lab on her own. That Kat was willing to order the deaths of some of the scum below was pleasing as it meant she was becoming more ruthless. She didn't even care much about what I was doing to thugs off the street. She was starting to see herself as superior to others and coming to understand that those lesser than her were tools to be used.

"It wouldn't take them long to take out the guards" she was now saying as she Selina motioned to several points of access to the main room of this club "and most of the guys down there will run as soon as the shooting starts".

Ahhh so young I thought to myself, was I ever so young and foolish I thought. Shaking my head, I pointed out the flaws.

"The problem with that plan is that it would let the bosses of the two families that we are interested in, know that there was a new player in town and that he was more than some lone killer in the dark. They would see that I had troops under my command and that might cause the two bosses to unite against me even if they couldn't find me they wouldn't keep weakening the other. We want them kept busy until they've weakened each to the point that it comes easy for me to come in and take over with my puppet".

Kat thought about my reply for a minute.

"Okay, I have a better idea," my apprentice soon said.

Kat took out a small but potent smoke grenade from her harness, one of the little toys I'd gifted her to go with her new armour.

"We throw these in and everyone makes for the exit." My apprentice explained her plan. "You take out the guards that stay behind and I go free the girls. They'll have the cash for the sales in that office, we can grab that on the way out before the smoke clears. The crooks lose the girls and the cash with no real idea who hit this place".

Not a bad idea so I nodded in agreement.

"On three," I said.

Mimicking her action, I pointed at where I would throw mine and where she should throw hers, then with a small pop we threw the grenades down into the room.

A few seconds later and the club was filling with some dense smoke, as expected people started to find it hard to breathe and the smoke alarm went off. As the customers began to painc, they started pushing and shoving each other out of the way so as to get to the exit, it became much easier to see who the guards were and where they were standing.

"Go," I commanded.

I dropped down with the kind of grace that shouldn't be possible for a human and usually wasn't. I ended up behind one of the guards, and I silently drove a vibroblade into his back, severing his spine in one movement. Next while grabbing his gun, I looked through the Force and saw the panicked guards easily. As they were trying to see through the smoke. Four quick shots later and they were all dead. This took seconds as they were thugs, not real soldiers or a properly trained security force. Just thugs with guns I had seen such on a hundred worlds.

Reaching out with The Force I sensed that Kat was freeing the slave girls and getting them out the back, something I didn't care about, so I moved towards the small office when I got inside there was a small man in glasses with a pistol pointed at the door, he looked like he was in charge of the counting. He opened fire as soon as I stepped into the room, sensing the danger, I flowed around his shots with ease and let the fool unload his weapon. Once his pistol was empty, I threw my knife in an almost negligent way at him. The blade went straight through his neck, severing his spinal cord killing him instantly.

I grabbed all the cash laying about waiting to be counted quickly, filling my backpack which I'd been carrying in case the night led to a chance for some looting. Less than two minutes later I had most of the money in the bag and secured on my back, looking around the office one more time to check I hadn't missed anything. I moved quickly to meet up with Kat. Climbing swiftly back into the rafters, as we headed out the way we came in.

The firefighters would be here soon and perhaps the cops as well. At the very least, one of the crime family leaders would send someone to find out what had, happened here. No one had seen our faces, and any of the girls who spoke would give out the description of ninjas, which no one would believe. I laughed and wondered if the League of Shadows would investigate. If so it would serve my plans as it meant members of their Order would come to my city and then I could capture one or more of them.

We both quickly climbed out on to the roof and could already see the fire trucks off in the distance heading this way. Without a word I turned and ran lightly across the roof and jumped the thirty feet to the adjoining rooftop. My apprentice only a few steps behind. I could feel her drawing on the Force as she tried to keep up with me, as she made her jump. While Kat was still in the air, I could feel in the Force that she had miss-timed her jump slightly. Letting this be a learning experience, I could feel her fear as she realised she wasn't going to make it. Dropping below the lip of the building, fear turned to terror as gravity claimed her. Given her cat-like nature, she would most likely survive the fall, by grabbing on to a fire escape or a pipe, but there was no sense risking her life not when I'd already invested so much in her.

Waiting for a second longer, I reached out with Force and grabbed her, stopping her descent and pulling her back up to the roof. With a silent look, I made sure my stern disapproval could be felt in the Force. Without a word, I turned and ran across the rooftop to the next one. I could feel Kat struggling to control her fear, then channelling it using it to fuel her. A few seconds later and she was running to catch up. The next leap she made easily, I could feel her razor-sharp focus in the Force as she took each jump from rooftop to rooftop. We took an indirect route. We both knew better than to take a direct one back home. I had made sure we had both stashed a change of clothing a few miles away from here where we could change into civilian clothing.

Once we had switched into street clothes, I silently dropped the six storeys from the roof into an alleyway and despite our stop my apprentice seemed run ragged. I could see she was breathing hard from our run, I had set a swift pace to push her, but she was still drawing on the Force to give her energy even though I could sense she was struggling to maintain her connection. Despite her fall earlier I was pleased as efforts.

"Do you feel anyone watching us or trying to follow?" I questioned.

The street thief took a deep breath and reached out into the Force with her feelings. She was still shaky in this aspect of The Force, the physical aspects were coming much easier to her as she'd already been calling upon The Force slight, but she was getting better. Shaking her head, we moved out onto the street and hailed a taxi back to our penthouse. As soon as we got back to the penthouse, I could feel her connection to The Force blow out like a candle in the wind. The most crucial part of tonight's exercise was that she had to maintain her connection to the Force until we returned home.

I could feel how mentally and physically tired Kat was, so I told her to go straight to bed and get some rest. She sat on the couch saying she was fine even though I could clearly see she needed sleep desperately. So I carried the stubborn child up the stairs to her room, I threw her on her bed and told her to sleep. I could feel her pass out almost immediately as I left her large and luxurious bedroom that she'd used her generous allowance to fill with electronic goods and other things that American teenagers enjoyed having.

Moving quietly through the apartment, I poured myself a drink. My apprentice had done quite well tonight, with only a few slip-ups. They would become less in time. Looking out the large window I watched the city lights while thinking some more. Kat would need to keep her head down as I would be going out of town for a week. It was time to sell the patent for my next invention and do that I'd have to visit Isabel Rochev.

Stellmoor. Seattle

Mr Simon Lacroix, the CEO of Stellmoor International, used to be the protege of Robert Queen, Oliver Queen's father and once worked at Queen Industries. He was born into poverty but lived on ambition and smarts, which helped him quickly rise to prominence within Queen Industries. He was a real rags to riches story, and while he'd been helped to the top by Robert Queen, I knew that Simon Lacroix was a cut above the rest. He had no proper connection to The Force, but not everyone who mattered did, and Sith made allies with all sorts, although we had a habit of dominating others as a preference.

I was currently sitting in the large office of Mr Lacroix, it was a mostly empty space filled somewhat with a desk, some bookcases, a couple of sofas lining one wall and a small table next to that sitting area. Mr Lacroix had taken Isabel and me to those seats so that we could discuss the invention that I was planning to sell to Stellmoor International. Who in turn would undoubtedly have some other companies produce the product for them to sell while not sharing much of the profits with me.

That was actually fine as I had many more technologies that I could introduce to this world and there was no rush to do that as I didn't plan to move on from this life for many years to come. In fact, this patent wasn't even really a new invention like my power cells had been. Instead, I'd just improved upon some existing technology. That of plasma cutters.

Plasma cutting is a process that cuts through electrically conductive materials utilising an accelerated jet of hot plasma. Typical materials cut with a plasma torch include typesof steel, aluminium, brass and copper, although other conductive metals may be cut as well. Plasma cutting is often used in fabrication shops, automotive repair and restoration, industrial construction, salvage, and scrapping operations. Due to the high speed and precision cuts combined with low cost, plasma cutting sees widespread use, everything from large-scale industrial applications down to small hobbyist shops.

All this and more I explained to the leader of this company during a short presentation in which I played the role of nervous inventor looking for some help bringing my work to the peoples of the world. I was well-practised at pretending to be something I wasn't. I was no Palpatine, I wouldn't fool a Jedi Master, so it was lucky for me that no one in this world had their ability to sense the truth.

Lacroix was fooled by my display, I could feel him broadcasting his greed as well as a smug sense of superiority into the Force to the extent that he might as well have been shouting at me. If only he had an inkling of who and what he was deal with, and while I felt tempted to show him, it would be for the best if he never knew. If the time ever came where Lacroix outlived his usefulness to me, and I had to kill him, I would make sure Lacroix learned the full truth of me as he died. But he was too useful where he was at the moment.

"I've created a design for a plasma cutter that wastes less energy and is capable of cutting through metals more easily than existing models," I explained to Mr Lacroix as I ran him through the presentation for the cutting tool. "While it is simply an improved version of existing plasma cutters it will be well worth any company investing in because they will save anyone upgrading a lot of money in the future".

The design was based on older tech used in some of the older shipyard construction sites back in the Star Wars galaxy and because these cutters were so cheap and easy to use they made starship production much more straightforward. As such, I was sure that whoever was building stuff for NASA would want this tech.

"I convinced Mr Stark to bring this to us rather than Wayne Enterprises," Isabel told her boss. "I'm sure you've heard of the power cells that the military has been buying up. If the military suppliers catch wind of these this latest invention I'm sure they'll show an interest".

Even without my ability to sense moods and to look into people's minds, I would have known that Lacroix was pleased that Isabel had gotten her hooks into me. She hadn't, but it served my purposes for other people to think that so that they underestimated me.

"I want my own people to take a look at this design," said the CEO.

They might try to steal it from me, but I had it registered and if they did steal from me they'd all soon come to regret it. Lawyers would be the least of their concerns as I could demolish this company in short order if I so wished. For now, I simply made my goodbyes and let Isabel take me to her office so that we could talk in private.

"Do you think he'll buy the patent?" I asked.

Isabel poured us both a drink as we took a seat on the couch in that looked much like the one her boss had. This office was smaller, and it also lacked any real personal touches. The artwork on the walls seemed to be a modern style, and it didn't impress if I had to guess they probably came with the office. The books in the cases covered legal and business practices, yet they didn't look touched. I knew that Isabel spent most of her time staying in different hotels, so I had to wonder if she had any sort of home life and what such a place would say about her.

"Mr Lacroix will buy your patent and make sure that you see as little profit from it as possible" Isabel said while sipping her drink. "And I'll get praised for sucking you into making a deal with us."

This suited my long term goals just fine.

"Good" was my reply "one day you'll be running this company and we need to make sure that the board of directors see that you have been successful in all of your ventures".

There was no way she'd be made CEO if anything happened to Lacroix, she was too young, too inexperienced, and there were people who'd done more for the company, but I planned for her to be head of her department before long, and then I'd clear the way for her. Having one of my favoured minions as the CEO of Stellmoor International would benefit me greatly in the future.

My attention was still focused on Gotham, it was just that my plans were expanding now that I knew that this world's version of Smallville was so familiar to me. When it became time to focus more of my attention on that town, I would need to move quickly and have labs ready and hold facilities for the freaks. That would require a lot of resources as well as skilled workers. Isabel could provide both when the time was right.

"My boss will expect me to wine and dine you to keep you in town for the next couple of days" Ravager let me know "So we can spend some together."

Ravager was her the Sith name I'd given her. Hardly original, and while it was unlikely that she'd ever gain the title of Darth, it was good to have her prepared to take Kat's place if mini Catwoman didn't work out. Also if needed her to do some wetwork for me then Ravgaer served as a good code name.

"What is there to do in this city of yours?" I asked.

Isabel told me that aside from some restaurants, there were many clubs, strip joints and theatres we could go to. We should visit a few to keep up appearances, and I planned to spend some of my time training Isabel as well. Sending written instructions on the use of The Force could only take a person so far. I might have given her my Holocron if not for the fact that I didn't want her becoming a threat to me. Some personal instruction would be best, and I wouldn't mind fucking her into a pleasure coma several times while I was here, assuming I felt in the mood to do such a thing.

"Let's go for a late lunch" I decided "and then we'll go back to your place for a few hours, there are things I need to show you."

Tonight we could have some fun, training first and then pleasure. Well, it would mostly be my pleasure, I didn't much care if she enjoyed herself as her service was the price she paid for my favour. I'd make her powerful businesswoman she desired to be, yet when we were alone, she'd be mine, and be spending a fair bit of that time on her knees, sucking my cock.

Penthouse Suite. Seattle.

I woke up the morning after an evening and night spent finding out what sort of pleasures this city had for me. Isabel and I had dined in an exclusive restaurant, attended a concert, danced in a nightclub filled with young rich people and then retired to this suite she had booked for me since Isabel wasn't the kind of person who had guests over to her place. I mused that either she considered her home to be a totally private space or she'd not had the maid over for a while, not that it really mattered as staying in a hotel was normal for her and didn't require me to put my name on anything.

Dinner had been a grand affair, all paid for by Stellmoor International, with fine wines, and food that wasn't worth what it cost despite no matter how well it had been cooked, but since I'd not paid for it, I didn't care. The concert had also been enjoyable, a little too loud for my taste. Yet, I had enjoyed the energy of it, the people of this world could be very passionate about some aspects of their culture, and if we Sith Lords approve of anything, it is passion.

The penthouse suite that which until very recently I'd been sleeping in was top rate. Containing the kind of luxury that a powerful man such as myself deserved. I could just as easily stay in the cramped cargo bay of some star freighter if needs be, but as long as I didn't let living like this make me soft, there was no harm in enjoying what could be purchased with wealth.

Both yesterday afternoon and last night I'd made use of Isabel for my sexual pleasures, while also giving her some tips for training that she'd lapped up like a kitten with a bowl of crème. I'd chosen well with her she had a great lust for power and knew how to keep a man happy, something she was demonstrating at this very moment with her talented mouth. A mouth that my cock found warm and inviting, my thick shaft sliding in and out as a firm hand began to stroke me with skill. At the same time, a supple tongue massaged the head of my member. She worked my manhood well and yet stopped before I got too close to my climax. I almost ordered Isabel to get back to what she had been doing as I was annoyed by her suddenly stopping.

Only there was a rustling sound as the blankets began to move as Isabel moved her body with the intent of pleasing me in a different way and because of this, I decided not to punish her later on. My penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, slick paradise, as a comfortable weight came to rest on my hips, Isabel had slid my full length into her tight cunt. Before long I could feel the heat of her hands pressing down on my chest as she began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, she was drawing this out so that she could get an orgasm from this fucking session and lucky for her I could control my body in ways that most men couldn't thanks to my powers, so I let her get off while riding me as it amused me to watch her. I rarely cared if the female I was with felt good or bad as they were for my use, this morning I felt generous.

Her breath began to come in quick, greedy gasps as her orgasm neared. I knew it wouldn't be long before she called out. I could feel her pleasure building in the Force, she screamed my name, and I could feel when her pussy clenched tight around my dick. But for me, I was far from done yet. Letting her catch her breath for only a minute, I flipped her over, intending to use her and plunged right back into that warm embrace, not even bothering to find out if she was okay with that. She would know better than to disappoint me by not doing as I wished.

My hips lunged forward, thrusting my penis as deep into her as it would go, again and again until I was done. Her body shook beneath mine as I erupted into her cunt, cum blasting into her as she screamed in either pleasure or pain, or both, sometimes it was hard for me to tell them apart unless I was the one feeling it. Other people seemed less important when you were the Dark Lord.

"Excuse me, Master, I need to get cleaned up," Isabel said.

Sliding off the bed she walked towards the bathroom, I sat up a little better to watch her walk off into the bathroom. She had a good body, youthful in appearance even though Isabel was older than her face suggested. She moved with a dancers grace, I knew that she worked out often and was an expert in several martial art forms. She'd learned the fighting styles as a way of unleashing her aggression in a controlled manner. When she returned, she was still nude and began looking for her clothes.

"What are you looking at?" Isabel asked as she bent over to pick up her lingerie.

I was sure that she knew.

"Just admiring the view," I told her with a smile. "Don't get dressed I'll want to fuck you again after breakfast, maybe during."

She did as she was told and went to sit down in the sitting area and began watching the news as I ordered breakfast. Then my phone rang, and it was Oswald Cobblepot of all people. He had good news to report. The two crime families had started fighting. For now, it remained limited to skirmishes. This was good as weakened factions would be easier to take over, and since I didn't wish the criminal network in Gotham to be destroyed entirely. I would have to return to Gotham soon to manage the events with several unexpected deaths and to make sure they didn't get too out of hand. Oswald's rise to the top would be very smooth.

By the time I was done refining those plans with The Pengin breakfast had arrived, and I cared not that Isabel answered the door while still naked, she didn't bother to tip the bellboy who didn't see me. Red-faced and stuttering, he almost ran away once he pushed breakfast into the room.

Once I was done with my phone conversation, I sat down to breakfast and ate with Isabel letting her know that I would soon return to Gotham.

"I can handle things here for you," she said as she drank her coffee "And once the contract is ready to sign, I'll visit you in Gotham to get your signature".

She'd want more lessons, which was fine with me as her service to me was in exchange for knowledge and power. Since I would need to leave soon. I decided to collect a final payment before I had to go.

"Before I go, I want to use you again." I said.

Isabel wasn't shocked by my words as she'd quickly gotten used to my tactlessness when it came to sex, and she was wet for me. Since I'd altered her mind in such a way that she became aroused by me dominating her body.

"Bend over the couch." I ordered.

A moan came from Isabel's mouth as I inspected her cunt with my fingers and my eyes. I could see her lower set of lips were already moist. I pushed my cock into her pussy, and her moans turned into a gasp. I took a firm hold of hips and started to thrust into her pussy, the tightness of her cunt gripping my man meat that was inside her. Wanting to make sure that she remembered who owned her, I pulled on her long brown hair. She seemed to get off on the initial pain as her body started to push back against me. I watched as my cock was engulfed by her lithe body, the length of it getting covered by her juices as it slid in and out. I pulled her hair back some more as she moaned loudly from the fucking.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's just how I like it!" she yelled out.

As her moans started to get louder, she pushed her body back into me to increase the speed of the thrusting, she was less controlled than usual, even when she was on her knees before me, she didn't display her feelings like this. Not that she needed to as I could sense them via the Force. Something about how we were doing it now had broken her restraint, and I couldn't help wondering if she could handle more pain.

I stopped fucking her and began to strike her backside, something that many females I'd fucked found to be stimulating even if to me it just seemed painful and humiliating to have to endure it. I did, however, take delight in striking females in this way. It was proof of my power over them that they would endure me doing whatever I wished to them. This was how it should be since I was a Lord of the Sith, and they were not.

"Yes Master, Spank me! Spank me!" Isabel shouted out.

I lifted my hand back and brought it down hard onto her arse. A squeal of pleasure came from her mouth as my hand made contact with her skin. The squeals got louder as I spanked her more, a red mark getting created on her firm right cheek. She didn't start to cry even I beat her ass harder, she just yelled out, and I wondered for a moment what other people in the hotel might be thinking if they could hear her.

Once I got bored, I decided to finish up, and I needed to head down to the airport and get a flight back to Gotham.

"I want you to cum in me," she pleaded between moans.

My possible replacement for an apprentice pushed herself back as I grabbed both of her hips so that I could thrust deeper into her. As my cock filled her pussy she screamed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I pushed forward into her after pulling out for a moment. She quickly transitioned from moaning into screaming. Finally, I drove in one final thrust and started to shoot my creamy load into the businesswoman. I closed my eyes as I felt my balls tighten, and the liquid began to fill her up.

"Thank you for using me, Master" she was able to say.

Isabel moaned as she tried to catch her breath. When I could see her face again, I saw the tears and the smile. I'd really done a number on her both by altering her mind and now abusing her body. She was my creature now, submissive to my will and fearful of my power over her. Yet I could still sense her inner fire. Her desire for power, so I'd not broken her will I was glad to see. This meant she'd still be useful to me and one day she might even summon up the courage to try to kill me, and on that day she'd discover how little power she had compared to me. I'd never treat Kat like this since I actually cared for her, feeling some real affection, and I knew that Ravager wasn't as upset as she looked about all of this. She got off on it even if might seem cruel.

"You can get dress now" I allowed "I'll be leaving soon and you have work to do. I expect to see you in Gotham once the contract is ready".

I was already looking forward to fucking her like that again. But business came before pleasure. I had war to oversee in Gotham and a puppet to put into power.