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Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 01

By: ChainedToAKeyboard



A dark and mysterious woman has an insatiable sexual appetite and a rather large surprise in her pants. A (fortunate?) young man becomes her latest obsession and prolific debauchery ensues. 

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James awoke to the sound of a dead bolt turning and a dull ache in his ass. He rolled slowly onto his side and his nostrils were assaulted by the usual smells: rubber, latex and cum. Having a water bed to sleep on was a nice luxury, and one of the few he had, but while you could wash the comforter, the rubber mattress and rubber sheets were there to stay. After the seemingly endless fuck fests he'd had with Mistress Bayonetta, he was pretty sure the rubber bed would smell like cum, sweat and ass until the day it was dropped in a landfill. That's the way she wanted it though. She liked putting him (and keeping him) in the most disgusting predicaments possible. James was pretty sure she got off on it.

The authoritative clacking of high heeled boots announced Bayonetta's entrance into the dim studio apartment. She walked into the main room, set some things on the floor and moved to one of the windows. James' vision had just started to adjust to the room when she whipped open the shade and the sun came pouring in, blinding him.

"Wakey wakey my succulent little slut! We have a busy afternoon planned." She then opened the window to let in some fresh air and turned to face him.

'As long as this "busy afternoon" starts with her removing this colossal butt plug from my ass, I'll be a happy man' James thought to himself.

He slowly crept his way to the edge of the water bed. The full body latex bondage suit, a fact of his life since he came into Bayonetta's possession, slowed and hindered his movements as usual. The formidable anal intruder certainly wasn't helping either. Finally he reached the edge and prostrated himself before his mistress.

"Good morning Mistress Bayonetta."

She looked at him quizzically for a moment before saying "Don't you think that's getting a little stale? Address me differently, and as long as I'm pleased you will not be punished."

Without hesitation he bowed again and said "Good morning my Queen."

She arched an eyebrow. "Goddess would have been better, but I suppose that will suffice. And it's already past noon by the way." She then flicked on the light to the main room and began taking off the long, black trench coat she was wearing.

As she placed the garment on the coat rack in the corner, James took in the glorious view of the rather unusual woman who had captured his body and possibly his heart as well. Her dark hair was up, as usual, and she was never without her black rimmed glasses. Whether she needed them to read or not, James didn't know, but they certainly were the distinguishing feature that completed her "amazon librarian from hell" image.

Unsurprisingly, she was wearing one of the many iterations of her Bayonetta costume. They all had subtle differences but always the same central features. Black leather covered most of her body from her shapely shoulders down past her wonderfully wide hips and ending where her powerful legs entered her thigh high leather boots. There was always a circular cut out in the front of her outfit between her neck and her breasts showing off an ample amount of her H cup cleavage and sporting a pendant or emblem of some sort on the left side of the circle.

The most prominent opening in her suit was the one which allowed her third leg to hang confidently between her thighs. Bayonetta had the biggest, thickest cock he'd seen anywhere, including the many nights he'd spent cruising the internet for porn. Even soft as it was at the moment, it dropped a strong 11-12 inches down and was an imposing 6 inches in circumference. Just behind that beast her giant ball sack hung like a pair of fresh grapefruits. The entire package was completely hairless and gleamed with a thin layer of heat and perspiration. She looked like she could be your greatest fantasy or your worst nightmare come true, depending on your kinks and what mood she was in.

She noticed James was staring at her, smiled, and began stroking her fat python up and down. "Yeah, this is all you thought about while I was gone yesterday, isn't it? Can't get enough can you? Well, that's why we're a perfect pair. I needed a cum dumpster and you became one without much protest. That's how I knew you were a keeper!"

She began fisting her cock slightly faster. "Did I ever tell you about the string of guys I tried on for size before I found you? Bunch of wimps, all of them... none of them could handle me. Actually, that story can wait for another time. That just reminded me that I have a treat for you!" She dropped her half-erect member and reached down into one of the bags she had brought.

There was a suitcase, a shopping bag and what looked like a standard one gallon can of paint on the floor. 'Paint? Was she planning to redo a room?'

Bayonetta found whatever it was she was looking for and enthusiastically yanked it out of the bag. "Ta da!" she exclaimed. She was holding a white, plastic dog dish with the name "James" printed on the side in gold lettering. "And that's not all!" she announced, "Since you're going to be getting a real workout today, you need to keep your energy up. I'm going to get you some crackers."

His eyes widened with excitement. 'Solid food?!?'

Bayonetta walked to the kitchen and James could hear her opening and closing various boxes and pouring crackers into the dish. As she walked back with the meal he was already bowing before her.

"Thank you so much Mistress!"

"Ah ah, not so fast!" she admonished, waving a finger before him and setting the dish on the chair next to her. "This is hardly a complete breakfast. You need your protein! Now come over here and help Mama prepare your meal."

As quickly as he could he slipped off the bed and began crawling to her. The chain attaching his collar to the bedside rattled the entire way. She grinned and placed her hands on her hips as James assumed the proper position. Then, he almost made a mistake. Rising on his knees, he was about to take hold of her delicious thighs when he stopped. "Mistress, may I touch your thighs?"

She nodded "Yes, you may."

Starving as he was, he decided not to bother with foreplay. He placed his lips on the fat mushroom shaped head of her mighty cock, took in a large breath through his nose, and plunged his face onto her rod, enveloping a full one third of her length with one stroke. He then began applying full suction and moved his head back and forth, taking in a little bit more of her massive member with each thrust.

Her eyes closed as she took in the wonderful sensations of tongue and moist mouth meeting flesh. "Oh my, you ARE getting good at that..." She stood firm for the first few minutes, glancing down to admire the view of her thick, meaty staff sliding in and out of her sluts' hungry mouth. She had turned him into a world class cock sucker in just under a month. She was somewhat proud of this, but then again, nearly anyone who had been forced to practice so frequently would be a pro by now.

It took every ounce of her discipline not to grab his head and jam the rest of her cock down his luscious throat, but as much as she enjoyed total domination, there was something equally sexy about the complete and utter submission of a slave willingly giving his mistress an enthusiastic blowjob. As James continued to suck her in, she reached down with her right hand and started massaging her sizable scrotum. "Oh gods... just seeing you bound up in all that latex and chained to my bed... so fucking hot."

Her cock now jutted out at full raging hardness and James had taken at least half of the 16" penis down his throat. The constant slurping noises combined with the rough kneading of her balls were getting Bayonetta close to the edge.

Suddenly she pushed James off of her and grabbed her cock with her right hand. She fisted it as fast as her arm would let her while reaching over for the dog dish with her left hand.

"YeeessssSSSSSS!!!" she cried as her orgasm built and she held the dish below her engorged fuck stick. Giant ropes and gobs of cum began firing out of her cock and into the bowl in rapid succession. James lost count at eleven, and began to wonder if there would be anything left of the crackers by the time she finished drowning them in her jizz.

The bowl was filling rapidly and as her climax began to ebb she set it on the floor. "There we are... you can't have cereal without milk, now can you? Eat up slut!"

His chain rattled once more as James dove for his breakfast. He began lapping up the creamy mixture of cum and softened crackers in haste before it dissolved completely into semen soup. Bayonetta continued to pump her erection as she circled to his rear. She relished the sight of his latex covered legs and ass. Even his feet were encased in the full body suit. The only opening from this angle was his cute little asshole, and that was currently stuffed with a massive rubber dildo. She held her cock over his body and pumped out the last few dabs of spunk. They landed on his back and in the crack of his ass with light spatters. "Mmmmm" she said "That was lovely my pet, but I look forward to giving you a more direct feeding later."

As James worked fervently to clean his new dish and sate his hunger, Bayonetta moved to the computer on the other side of the main room to check her messages. "Tasty?" she asked as she typed away on the keyboard.

"Yes mistress, your cum is always delicious!" he answered before shoving his face back into the bowl.

"Liar" she chided him.

A few minutes later James had licked his bowl spotless. Bayonetta rose from the computer and moved to the sleek bondage horse she kept in the middle of the large studio apartment. The room was adorned with all manner of bondage devices, sex toys and shiny furniture with built in restraints, but this was the one she liked the most by far.

The bondage horse was height adjustable, just wide and long enough for someone to lie down on, and the full black leather upholstery made it not completely uncomfortable to be situated on. On the sides of the horse were a series of leather straps for securing the subject and below the horse, in the base on which it rested, were 2 metal rings on each side for securing the limbs.

"We're going to have so much fun today" she said excitedly as she adjusted the height "I really can't wait!"

Satisfied that the sinister device was perfectly at "cock level", she sauntered back to James. Her hips swayed from side to side and her boot heels clacked on the hard wood floor as she moved to his rear once more.

Bending over, she pulled the thick rubber schlong out of James' packed asshole with one smooth tug. "I know you had to deal with that all night my dear, but you'll be thanking me for it later."

She placed the giant butt plug in one of her bags before removing a long latex glove. She snapped the glove on her right hand and rolled the rest of the latex down her forearm. Then, without so much as a warning she buried the gloved hand in James' ass and started feeling around like she was looking for a set of keys.

He grunted as Bayonetta swirled her arm around, massaging his insides. "As it just so happens, we're going to be entertaining a guest today. She's a very dear friend of mine and I expect you to obey her commands as if they were my own... unless I say otherwise of course."

She thrust her arm in and out of his ass multiple times as James bit his lip and endured the fisting. "Mmmm, this is kind of nice. We should do this more often. I bet you could even cum from this if I did it long enough! But we don't have time for that right now."

Finished with her exam, she extracted her arm from his slick anus. "Perfect!" she proclaimed after checking the glove "You're completely clean. You won't even need an enema today." She got up and walked to the bathroom to discard the glove.

"My friend should be arriving pretty soon, so if you need to take a leak you better do it now. Once we get started you won't have the chance for a while."

James couldn't help but find those words ominous, but kept his composure. "That won't be necessary mistress."

As she walked back into the main room, the door bell rang. "Speak of the devil..."

Bayonetta made her way to the door and hit the intercom button. "Password?"

"Hey, it's me" a voice answered.

"Password?" she asked again firmly.

"You know it's me bitch, just let me in!"

"Password!" she insisted with a grin.

The voice on the other end sighed. "....Umbra Witches have more fun."

Bayonetta laughed and hit the release button that opened the outside door. Within moments the door opened and the mystery woman entered the apartment. Her face revealed fair skin and her hair was cut short and dyed white. She was wearing a long, brown trench coat with a belt tying it across the middle, much like Bayonetta's black one earlier. She was also wearing high heeled boots just like Bayonetta, only hers were red leather instead of black. Even more curious, she was also carrying a suitcase and a container of some sort that was roughly the same size as the paint can Bayonetta had brought in earlier.

"Why do you have to be such a cunt all the time?" she asked, glaring at Bayonetta.

"Look who's talking!" Bayonetta replied.

For a moment the air was tense and it looked like they were about to start fist fighting, but the tension drained away and they both started laughing. The mystery woman set her things on the floor. "It's good to see you again Cereza."

James' ears perked up at that. 'Cereza? Is that Bayonetta's real name?'

The white haired woman reached down and grabbed Bayonetta's flaccid cock with her left hand and pumped it a few times. "So, what have you been feeding this thing?"

"Handsome young men, what else?" she retorted with a smile.

The other woman groaned. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to stick it in a pussy now and then."

Bayonetta shook her head. "Not my style, and with my luck the bitch would get pregnant and kids are the last thing I want."

The mystery woman released her cock and rose to her full height, which would have been equal to Bayonetta's if she had the same towering hair. "Well, are you going to invite me in or should I stand in your entrance for the rest of the day?"

Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, come in. Take off your coat you drama queen."

As they walked into the main room Bayonetta finally introduced her guest. "Slut, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Jeanne. She's kind of a bitch, but no more than me I suppose."

Now it was Jeanne's turn to roll her eyes, and as she did she began disrobing. As the long coat was pulled back, James beheld another vision of loveliness and utter terror. The woman had generous proportions in her hips, ass and breasts, much like Bayonetta, but those weren't the only areas in which she was well endowed. Inconceivably, the massive cock and balls that hung from her crotch were even larger and thicker than Bayonetta's. She was 13-14 inches flaccid, easily, and the rest of her body was wrapped in tight red leather. She hung her coat on the coat rack and stood before James, letting him take in her amazing body.

"And this is my new slave, James" chirped Bayonetta "Isn't he adorable?"

Jeanne looked down at him with an air of undeniable superiority. "So, you're the reason she hasn't been getting any work done lately. Yes, I've heard all about you. Greet me properly slut, or don't you have any manners?"

James quickly bowed his head "It's a pleasure to meet you Mistress Jeanne."

She chuckled as she strode further into the room. "I assure you, the pleasure will be all mine, bitch."

Jeanne looked around the main room, examining all the toys, furniture and accessories that Bayonetta had acquired. "This place was nearly empty the last time I was here. Lords of Darkness, Cereza, you spend more money on this crappy little flat than you do on your real home!"

Bayonetta shrugged. "Can you blame me? I'm barely ever home and even when I am, I'd rather be here."

Jeanne turned around and set her gaze on James once more. He couldn't help but feel like a gazelle being marked as prey by a ferocious tiger.

"Hmmmm... only the most necessary openings. Hood handles, ass handles... that body suit is something else. Where did you get it?"

"I know, isn't it perfect?" Bayonetta chimed in. "I found a vendor online who specializes in latex bondage apparel. He does custom jobs for me and every time I've ordered one it's been better than the last."

"Very nice" Jeanne agreed "You'll have to give me the web address later. But enough pleasantries, we only have a few hours before our reservation for dinner, so let's get started."

Bayonetta nodded. "I thought you'd never ask."

As Bayonetta retrieved the paint can she'd set down earlier Jeanne sat on the large leather couch to the side of the room. She wrapped her hands around her thighs and pulled her legs up, resting her ass right on the edge of the couch. "Get over here slut and put your tongue to work" she commanded.

James began crawling over to the couch, but was jolted to a halt by the chain on his collar. Bayonetta, seeing that he had run out of slack set the paint can down by the couch and walked over to unlock and disconnect the chain.

"There" she said with a soft kick to his ass "Get over there."

He quickly crawled to Jeanne and immediately started licking her ass cheeks and tonguing her immaculate asshole through the tight body suit. The feel and taste of leather on his tongue had long since ceased to bother him. Jeanne released her right leg and grabbed the strap on top of James' hood.

"Harder!" she ordered as she pulled his face into her ass. "I can barely feel your tongue."

She rocked his head up and down, massaging her perineum with his nose. "Ahhhh, that's more like it slut."

He licked her ass in forceful, wide swaths as Bayonetta rummaged behind him. She unlocked the tiny padlock on the back of James' suit and unzipped it halfway. The cool sensation of fresh air met James' back for the first time in days. The lid of the can came off with a pop and Bayonetta inserted an industrial sized plastic syringe into the container.

"This is going to be a whole new experience for you babe. I hope you like it!"

She pulled back the handle on the syringe, drawing it full of the thick liquid. She then placed it through the opening of James' suit and squirted its full contents onto his back and down the sides of his body; the first of many to come.

"How many climaxes did it take you to fill that thing?" asked Jeanne.

"Seven" Bayonetta responded proudly.

"Hah!" Jeanne laughed "Filled my gallon in six! Well, five and a half technically. I actually overflowed the thing and made quite a mess."

James' eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't paint, it was day old jizz by the bucket load!

"Yeah yeah" Bayonetta sulked as she filled another syringe and flooded the goo down James' back and over his ass "Jeanne wins again! Whatever."

"Now now, don't be a poor sport. It's unbecoming" Jeanne replied while pulling James' face into her scrote bag. "Suck my balls slut, they need some attention too."

If Bayonetta's balls were grapefruits, then Jeanne owned a pair of huge cantaloupes. As he began to kiss, lick and worship her smooth scrotum, Jeanne couldn't help herself any longer and began to slide her left hand up and down her enormous penis. The action got increasingly heated until finally after ten more syringe loads, Bayonetta had emptied her bucket.

"Done!" she announced to Jeanne "Your turn."

As Jeanne released his head and got off the couch to retrieve her own bucket, James could already feel Bayonetta's cum seeping into every corner of his suit and slowly coating his entire body. Being bound in latex and forced to suck and fuck giant cocks was disgusting enough to begin with, but this was a whole new level of depravity.


Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 01



Bayonetta slid into the leather sofa and presented her ass for James' attentions. As he began to caress the perfect contours of her plump behind with his tongue, Jeanne hurriedly went to work with the syringe, pumping her day old cum into the opening of his suit.

"Gods, my cock is dying for a wet hole. I'll make this quick."

She continued to withdraw tubes of semen from her bucket and jam them through the fold of his suit, forcing the thick liquid to run further and further down his stomach and limbs. By the time she was done, there wasn't an inch of James' body below his neck that wasn't caked in cum and bound by slippery latex. Even as far down as his fingers and toes he could feel the slimy seed surrounding him.

A little of the cum was seeping out around his asshole and penis, as those were the only two openings it had to escape, but the vast majority was sealed in for the duration. James felt like a stretched out pussy that had just been double penetrated and filled to the brim.

Jeanne rose from his side, zipped up the back of his suit and reattached the mini padlock, trapping him once again in his familiar prison. "Alright" she said cheerfully "Let's do this!"

The two buxom amazons had no trouble lifting James from both ends and carrying him over to the bondage horse. They placed him on the device face down with his head hanging over one side and his ass, penis and balls hanging over the other. The sex crazed shemales then immediately went to work binding him.

Bayonetta took the straps on the sides of the horse and looped them one by one over James' back, pulled them tight, and locked them. Jeanne walked around the horse attaching a chain to each of James' wrist and ankle rings, looping it through the floor and pulling them tight before locking them as well. His arms and legs were now being pulled straight down along the sides of the horse and the leather straps tightened across his back made it feel like he was being pulled into the horse at twice the force of gravity.

"Perfect" said Jeanne, admiring their work "I wish I had brought a camera."

Bayonetta leaned over James, rubbing him through the suit and swishing semen back and forth across his back. "How does it feel my pet? I bet you never imagined you could feel this filthy? This soiled and slutty..."

James struggled to come up with a suitable reply, but as it turned out, it wasn't necessary. 

She moved in front of him and ducked down so their gazes met. "And that's why I've never been this turned on." She thrust her face into his, burying her tongue in his mouth in an aggressive kiss.

Jeanne tossed her arms in the air. "Oh please, I think I'm going to throw up. Can we fuck him now?"

Bayonetta released his lips. "Oh yes" she said while staring deeply into his eyes "It's definitely time to fuck."

With that she got up and hurried over to the computer to activate her music player. Bayonetta's tastes ranged from pop and techno to metal and classic rock, and she always had something new and interesting to set the pace of her thrusts to.

Jeanne had resumed masturbating and was producing a copious amount of pre-cum which she swirled all over her shaft. "Natural lube is the best, don't you think dear?"

"But of course" Bayonetta answered as she rejoined them.

Suddenly, dance club style trance music began thumping and booming out of the speakers in the corners of the room.

"Ok slut!" Jeanne yelled with a heavy slap on his ass. "You've got a nice, sticky glaze on the outside. Now it's time for the cream filling."

She wasted no time bringing the tip of her massive cock to the pucker of his asshole which, thankfully, was still moderately stretched out from the night before. She grabbed his hips firmly and began her insertion in one fluid motion. The first 5 inches weren't so bad, but after that Jeanne's monster prick quickly widened into a phallus the size of which he'd never imagined, let alone experienced.

She was a solid inch thicker in girth than Bayonetta, and that made all the difference in the world. As she continued pushing into him, the pain increased and James reflexively tried to pull away. It was useless though, as his completely bound body was unable to move a millimeter in any direction.

He grunted loudly several times, and then finally cried out in pain as she reached the 10 inch mark. Jeanne stopped momentarily and smacked his ass once again. "Cereza, I thought you said this slave was well trained?"

Bayonetta stood before him, sliding her right hand up and down her gargantuan meat pole, preparing for her own advance. "He is, he just hasn't had the pleasure of meeting COCKZILLA yet!"

Jeanne smirked and continued to drive her hungry boa into him slowly.

Fully erect now, Bayonetta grabbed James' chin and looked down at him. "Don't worry, it will hurt a little at first but you'll get used to, just like with me the first few times. If she had taken your virginity you'd be on your way to the emergency room, but you've had enough practice now to handle her. Just try to relax your ass and keep breathing through your nose until she breaks you in."

She opened his mouth with her fingers and placed the head of her fat dick on the edge of his lips. "And most importantly, STOP WHINING AND SUCK MY COCK YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Bayonetta punctuated those last words by jamming her cock into his mouth and down his throat as far as it would go with one thrust. Jeanne beamed, pleased to see Bayonetta taking her proper role, and equally pleased that 2/3 of her fully engorged 18 inch fuck rod was now buried in James' tight boy pussy.

The heat and pain in his ass were intense, but James now had 12 inches of cock in his throat to contend with. He began wagging his tongue left and right, caressing the underside of his mistress' meaty shaft.

Bayonetta grabbed his head and continued to push into him. Her eyes closed as she began to enjoy the absolutely wonderful sensations his mouth and tongue were bathing her flesh in. Jeanne began to rock back and forth slightly, generating short thrusts that pummeled her way into the lowest depths of his rectum. She took deep breaths as her massive penis was almost all the way in and the pleasurable feeling was already overwhelming.

After several minutes of persistent insertion, Jeanne's hips finally met James' ass and her enormous ball sack collided with his soft penis and much smaller scrotum. The pain and feeling of fullness were so great that James could see red streaks around his peripheral vision, but at least now the worst was over.

Jeanne remained still for several moments, enjoying her conquest and allowing him to get used to her full penetration. She smacked his ass yet again, the hardest slap yet ringing out with a loud crack. "How do you like it slave? My 18 inches are balls deep in your slutty ass! Cereza said you could do it, but I didn't believe her. Well, you just jumped on my 'favorite slaves of all time' list. We're going to be good friends, you and I."

James could feel his insides being rearranged as Jeanne slowly withdrew her cock to the 3 inch mark. She then grasped the leather strap handles on the sides of his suit and plunged her shaft home, burying all 18 inches back in his ass. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in an extended "O" as she acclimated to this ultimate pleasure.

James grunted, but it only came out as a low, muffled sound now that Bayonetta had all 16 inches of her cock plugged in his throat, his lips sealed around her pelvis. As she withdrew to 4 inches, he was careful to take a deep breath through his nose, unsure of when he'd get another. She grabbed the strap handles on the sides of his bondage hood and sank her cock back into his throat in one quick thrust, her massive balls slapping into his chin.

"Suck slut... suck it! Show me that you want my cum!"

James put his lips and cheek walls to work, providing as much suction as possible in concert with his oscillating tongue. At this point both women began gradually increasing their pace until they were fucking his mouth and ass in rhythm with the pumping techno beat in the background. The music was loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to drown out the sounds of their increasingly crazed sex. As the two shemale goddesses unleashed their full lust, wet slurping, gagging and the creak of leather and latex completed the symphony of their depraved love making.

Jeanne's arms and hips were a blur as she shafted his butt hole with ever increasing vigor. His ass finally grew accustomed to her colossal appendage and the pain in his depths was slowly dissipating, but that did nothing to aid his testicles which were repeatedly being smashed by her much larger sack.

"Oh gods!" she cried out in mid-thrust. "Fuck dinner and the opera! Let's just stay here all night."

Bayonetta grinned as she speared her spit coated cock into his face repeatedly. "As tempting as that sounds, you may change your mind in an hour or two."

Jeanne's staff was now moving in and out of James' ass like a well oiled piston. "We'll see" she replied, seemingly unconvinced.

Moments later, she abandoned the rhythm of the music and began fucking his ass as fast as her hips would move. She cried out like she'd just been stabbed in the leg as her first orgasm rolled over her and a torrent of cum came rushing out her cock. James felt like a shotgun had gone off in his ass as a geyser of spunk flowed into his innards. Jeanne held him close to her hips as blast after blast of cum fired into his depths. His ass was so packed with her cock and her ejections so copious that he could already feel the jizz creeping up into his colon and lower intestines. It had nowhere else to go.

Seeing her friend in ecstasy and her slave being ass fucked into oblivion sent Bayonetta over the edge as well. On the next inward thrust she suddenly and very roughly pulled James' face into her pelvis, cum rushing down her sperm channel to be deposited in his dumpster of a stomach. His cheeks bulged as her cock fired cannon blasts of sticky paste down his throat. His eyes watered as his throat was stretched to the limit and he became increasingly desperate for air. Bayonetta's face was a picture of bliss as she unloaded in her slutty slave.

Before she was even done cumming, she settled back into a strong throat fucking rhythm, realigning her thrusts with the beat of the music. Jeanne, also, regained her steady ass fucking pace as her climax ebbed.

'What the hell?' thought James 'They're not even going to take a break?'

Bayonetta abandoned the side straps and instead grabbed the strap on top of James' head, fucking his mouth with just one arm. With the other arm she held up her index finger and looked at Jeanne. "One to one."

Jeanne nodded, took in a full breath and exhaled loudly as the fuck fest continued.

James understood now. This was a competition.

An hour flew by as Bayonetta and Jeanne fucked him into a new incarnation. James came a couple times from the endless prostate massage that Jeanne was providing, but his mistresses were too busy to notice or care. So hard were their thrusts that despite the thorough bondage he was in, he found himself being pushed back and forth slightly on the horse. The cum coating that covered his body inside the latex suit made squishing noises as his body was continually jolted by their insatiable meat poles.

During her fourth climax, Jeanne had crammed his colon and intestines so full of her cum that her emissions were now forced backward and came spurting out of his ass, flying in all directions around the base of her cock. Her expensive red leather dominatrix outfit was soon covered in her own jizz, but she didn't so much as bat an eyelash. She kept right on fucking him.

Similarly, Bayonetta had several times withdrawn her cock only to stick a finger down James' throat and gag out the excess cum he was choking on; his stomach unable to accommodate any more. As soon as that was done, it was right back to sucking her 16 inch erection. Nothing would stop this clash of the futanari titans.

As Jeanne and Bayonetta both hit their sixth climax and James' ass and mouth were flooded with seed once more, he began to wonder what exactly this all added up to.

At first he had assumed that Bayonetta was a rare specimen of some kind, a freak of nature even; if an absolutely gorgeous, sexy freak. He knew now that this was not the case. Jeanne was just like her and actually appeared to be even more dominant, lustful and crazy.

Who were these women? Where did they come from? Are there more like them? He had heard the term "Umbra Witches" but who knew what that meant? How is it that they both have giant functioning penises that put any porn actor to shame? How could they have such incredible sexual drive and stamina? He had more information now, but that information had yielded only more questions.

"Hey!" Bayonetta yelled with a slap to his face. "You're not sucking. I never said we were done. Do your job slut!" She then grabbed the side straps on his hood and began plunging her cock into his mouth even faster.

Another half hour passed and the music came to a stop. Bayonetta had apparently only scheduled an hour and a half of music on her player. The only sounds that now emanated throughout the room were the slurch of cock entering a cum filled asshole, the slurp of cock exiting a cum slick throat and the occasional moans and sighs of the two amazing amazons.

Some minutes later, Bayonetta grabbed James by the throat and mashed her hips into his face the hardest she had all day. Bayonetta could feel the bulge of her fat slug within his throat as she released a final hot deluge of semen into his body. She pulled out just slightly and pumped herself back in many times, milking out every last ounce of her thick baby batter.

"Ahhhhh YES, take it all slut! A good slut never says no. And even if you did, I'd just have to punish you by giving you more."

As her orgasm subsided, she withdrew the glistening tool from his throat with an especially wet slurp and a huge web of cum slid out of James' mouth, hitting the ground with a loud splat.

After a dozen more thrusts Jeanne reached her climax as well. She quickly pulled out of James, laid her greasy pole right on his crack and stroked herself as large ropes of cum covered his back and ass. She sighed contentedly as the orgasm flowed through her body.

Bayonetta looked at her with a smile of immense satisfaction. "Eight!" she said.

"Eight" Jeanne agreed.

They were both covered in sweat, exhausted and dehydrated, but neither wanted to admit it.

"Look, I know you don't like declaring ties, but I think we're both done here" Bayonetta conjectured.

"Yeah, I suppose we should get ready for dinner" she agreed reluctantly.

"Great! I'm going to hit the shower. You make yourself comfortable and keep an eye on James until I'm done." Bayonetta headed for the bathroom, already tugging at her cum splattered leather gloves.

"Gladly" Jeanne responded with her toothiest grin.

As the bathroom door shut, Jeanne bent down to inspect the slaves' asshole. As she peered inside she saw that the cum she had packed his innards with was slowly sliding down and filling his anal cavity. "Beautiful" she commented before raining another harsh blow down on his ass.

James had never imagined that such degradation was possible. His stomach was filled with cum, his throat was greased with cum, his intestines were full of cum, his ass was half filled with cum, and he was bound in a morass of day old cum and latex. At least the ordeal was over. Or so he thought until Jeanne's high heeled boot connected with his scrotum.

James coughed and sputtered as Jeanne slowly circled to his front. "You know, actually, I lied" she said bringing her massive prick to his lips "I want number nine NOW!"

James thought very briefly about resisting as Jeanne plowed her filth covered mega cock into his mouth, but realized there was no point. If he did anything to anger her she would go to town on his balls and it would only anger his mistress as well. This was his life now, and Bayonetta had told him to obey her guests' commands.

"TASTE YOUR ASS, WHORE!" Jeanne cried as all 18 inches plunged down his throat. She grabbed the hood straps on both sides of his head and quickly established a fast mouth fucking pace.

As her pelvis mashed into his face repeatedly James was just thankful that her cock wasn't half an inch thicker, as his jaw would probably have unhinged at that point. Jeanne threw her head back and snarled like an animal as her balls slapped into his chin over and over.

"Oh, you're something else slut. No other slave has ever taken me balls deep in the mouth AND the ass. Not without physical therapy. I like you a lot..."

She looked down at him, grinning wildly as she pumped his throat nonstop. "We're going to have to arrange a play date for you to visit my home, preferably when Cereza is busy doing something else. You think you're a slut today? I'll teach you the true meaning of the word."

She timed her thrusts to be as long as humanly possible, withdrawing until there was only the head left in his mouth, and then jamming the other 16 inches of hot beef down his throat. James sucked for all he was worth, if only to get the sinister shemale off quickly. She thrust into his face faster and faster, treating his mouth no differently than the asshole she had just fucked into submission.

Jeanne lost her mind as her ninth climax began, a lightning bolt of energy and endorphins striking her at her core. Cum poured out of her cock in the largest quantity yet, and as she ejected the godly load into his body she continued to fuck his mouth. The thick filth filled his throat, crashing upon the entrance to his lungs, pooling in the bottom of his mouth, and finally dripping from his nose. She fucked his sludge filled mouth for another twenty strokes before ripping the erupting phallus out of his face, pointing it at his eyes and firing blasts of jizm into the only feature of his body yet unspoiled.

Cum continued gushing from her flesh hose as she slapped him across the face with it repeatedly. He gagged, coughed and spit up cum, attempting to clear his nose and throat. Realizing he was in actual danger, she quickly stuck a finger down his throat which enabled him to hack up the rest of the jizz. As he sucked in fresh air, Jeanne pumped her cock with her left hand, firing the final spurts of cum all over his face while massaging her ample breasts with her right hand.

Bayonetta exited the bathroom drying herself with a towel and was immediately confronted with the sight of Jeanne shuddering and painting her slaves face with her filth.

"What the hell?!?"

Jeanne turned her head, cock still in hand and a shit eating grin on her face. "Nine."

"You're such a petty bitch sometimes" Bayonetta scowled.

"Yes, but I'm a petty bitch who had one more climax than you!" she chuckled.

Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Get cleaned up! I'm starving" she snapped "And good luck getting the smell of spunk out of that body suit. You really did a number on it."

Jeanne stepped toward the shower, intentionally brushing up against Bayonetta along the way. "You say that as if smelling like my cum was a bad thing!" She laughed heartily and shut the bathroom door behind her.

Bayonetta growled, attempting unsuccessfully to brush the cum off her moist skin. "You fucking cunt..."

After washing herself off in the kitchen, Bayonetta returned to the main room and got her evening wear out of her suitcase. The skirt she had chosen was black leather, but at least she wasn't going to the opera dressed as a dominatrix.

After dressing, she moved to the bondage horse and started undoing the straps and chains that held James down.

"You did great! I had a wonderful time and I think it's safe to say that Jeanne did too. Rest up until we get back. I'd help you up, but you're filthy."




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 01



James sat up slowly. His limbs were incredibly stiff and his whole body was slick with cum, inside and out. He slid off the table and began crawling back to the bed. "Mistress?"

"Yes?"

"Before you leave, could I please have a bath?"

"No, I don't think it would be worth it" she said, securing the bedside chain back onto his collar.

"Mistress?" he asked again.

She gazed down at him, hands on her hips and a sparkle in her eyes. "As soon as we're back, it's time for round two."



Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 02



Bayonetta has a rather unusual fetish and her slave is going to learn all about it whether he wants to or not. 

Bayonetta's Abuse II - Cereza's Curious Kink

The green foliage sped by as Bayonetta pressed down firmly on the accelerator of her Noble M12 GTO. It was a warm spring day and James, sitting in the passenger seat beside her, was basking in the sun and fresh air. It was the first time he'd been outside of Bayonetta's lair since he fell into her clutches and he was overjoyed to be out and stretching his legs.

He was even more thankful that he was not wearing the latex bondage suit that had become his second skin as Bayonetta's plaything. For two months now he had been bound in the sinister full body prison and constantly bathed in her cum as he sucked her off and took her massive cock up his ass more regularly than he would have thought humanly possible.

He was a slave; a sex slave. There was no other way to put it accurately. She had not tortured him or left any permanent scars or marks on his body to date, but the fact remained that he was a prisoner in her elaborate dungeon of a guest flat, and she demanded his sexual services roughly and frequently.

As the yellow sports car flew down the gravel country road, James thought about what an odd relationship he'd developed with the mysterious woman since becoming her personal slut. As the weeks had gone by, Bayonetta had become somewhat friendlier and warmer with him. Perhaps it was genuine affection or maybe it was simply because he performed his sexual duties well. Either way, he was getting perks now, and he was glad to have them.

She had bought him a Playstation 3 and a stack of games to keep him entertained when she wasn't there. He remained chained to her queen size waterbed at all times when she was absent, but she had installed a longer chain on his collar. Most of the apartment was still off limits to him, but now he could access not only the bathroom, but the entertainment center.

For the first month he had been allowed no sustenance except that which came from her thick, pulsating phallus. Eating nothing but her cum had caused him to lose weight quickly, and after his first month of captivity Bayonetta had begun providing him solid food, if only occasionally and always followed up the next day by a full enema. She insisted that his ass remain clean as a whistle at all times, as it was the personal sheath to her magnificent sword.

The perks were nice, and in recent weeks when she wasn't fucking him they often chatted as if they were a normal couple. When she wanted sex, however, Bayonetta was all business, and there was no acceptable response to any of her queries or commands but "Yes Mistress." Anything else resulted in a whipping or a beating with one of her endless supply of sex toys.

The night before, James had the opportunity to enjoy one of those rare solid meals. Bayonetta had a wonderful steak dinner catered, and when she had eaten her fill she gave the leftovers to her pet. Earlier today, he had been hustled into the bathroom and finally released from his tight, cum slick bondage for the first time in a week. She gave him his enema, ordered him to shave his body, and allowed him to take a wonderful hot shower. 

Now, as they traveled deeper into the countryside, he found himself in a simple t-shirt and shorts, under which he was wearing a pair of Bayonetta's black silk panties. She didn't have any men's underwear on hand and she insisted that he looked better in panties anyway. The only other articles that adorned his body were his sneakers and the new collar that she had produced for just this occasion. It was purple leather and simply read "SLUT" on the front in bold white lettering. It fit snugly around his neck and had a long, thick leather leash attached to it.

Bayonetta was also dressed somewhat more simply than usual. She was wearing black track pants with white stripes and a white tank top with no bra. The shirt could barely contain her enormous breasts. Her black latex arm gloves ended halfway up her upper arms and her track pants concealed most of her thigh high latex leggings. The combination of fetish wear and casual wear was pretty odd, but it was a good bet she wasn't planning to keep the casual wear on.

"Did you enjoy that steak last night babe?"

"Yes mistress, it was delicious" he answered, genuinely grateful.

"Well you're going to earn it today, that's for sure."

James couldn't help noticing that her cock was jutting into the left thigh of her track pants, half erect and straining to be free against the mesh fabric. She was excited about something, but he had no idea what that was exactly.

"Where are we going again?" he asked, breaking the silence once more.

Bayonetta pulled the lollipop she'd been sucking from her mouth. "I told you yesterday, if the weather was right, today we were going to fulfill one of my all time sexual fantasies. Well, the weather is perfect and here we are!" She placed the lollipop back in her mouth and adjusted the wheel for an upcoming turn.

"Out in the middle of nowhere?" he asked skeptically.

She glanced over at him with raised eyebrows and smiled. "You'll see."

Returning her eyes to the road, Bayonetta could feel her cock growing stiffer and longer against the silky confines of her pants. She pressed the gas even harder. She was already going seventy miles an hour, but she didn't care. She wanted to be there, NOW.

Ten minutes later Bayonetta spotted their destination and pulled into a small alcove by the side of the road. It looked like a spot for hikers to park for the day while they explored the area. There was a large brown sign painted with yellow letters that announced the entrance to a hiking trail and explained the rules and regulations for the nature preserve.

Bayonetta locked the car and grabbed his leash. "Let's go!" She headed for the trail, pulling him behind her as fast as she could get him to follow.

For the next fifteen minutes they followed the trail as Bayonetta marched along at a brisk pace, tugging James' leash the entire way. She was wearing nothing but sandals on her feet, but the terrain didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

"There it is!" Bayonetta exclaimed suddenly and veered off the trail, pulling her boy toy behind her. They moved beyond the trees and into a clearing which then proceeded onto a grassy hillside. From the hill you could see for quite a distance, and this part of the park was mostly open plains with a river not too far in the distance. Oddly, the plains were not grassy like the hill and this part of the park was mostly bare land.

"Strip" Bayonetta ordered as she pulled off her tank-top and began removing her track pants.

James looked around, confused, but he took off his shirt, shorts and sneakers as instructed. "You mean we're there?"

"Almost" she replied with a grin.

James began to take off the silk black panties. "No, leave those on" she said as she yanked her track pants off her legs and tossed them aside. Her enormous ball sack plopped into view, gleaming in the early afternoon sun as her heavy penis unfurled in front of her; bobbing, hungry and at almost full attention.

Bayonetta licked her lips, admiring the view of her slut, completely nude aside from his girly underwear and purple collar. She climbed to the top of the hillside, pulling on his leash and pointing over the ridge. "See that? That's where we're going."

James moved up beside her to get a better view and as he did Bayonetta let go of his leash. "I don't see anything" he replied "It's mostly just flatland out there and—WHOA!"

There is a certain mixture of confusion and complete terror that one can only experience when they are not falling one moment, falling the next moment, and they had never anticipated falling at all. That is what James felt as he plummeted towards the ground and he had time for only one thought: 'This is going to hurt.'

*SCHHHLLLOOOPPPPP*

Only it didn't hurt, or at least not badly. In fact, the only part of his body that was in real pain was his scrotum, as it had connected to the ground with a loud, wet smack.

James struggled to catch his breath and make sense of what had just happened. As his senses cleared, he realized he was already thigh deep in warm muck. Looking around he saw that he was near the center of what appeared to be a very large mud pit. The gunk was light brown, had the texture of pudding and the consistency of wet cement. Even as he analyzed his situation he was sinking deeper at an alarming pace, the warm, sucking goo encroaching on his sleek panties.

"Mistress? MISTRESS?!? HELP I'M SINKING!!!" He panicked as he continued to sink into the mire at a steady pace. 'Oh god, is this quicksand?!?' He tried to pull one of his legs free, but there was virtually no give and there was no bottom to push from either. 

'Wait, I've read about quicksand before. The best way to escape is to float, right? You have to try and swim your way out. Ok...' He leaned forward, hoping to grab something, anything; hoping that the muck in front of him wasn't as deep. As he groped forward in desperation, he succeeded only in sinking both of his arms into the creamy sludge past his elbows.

"BULLSEYE!" Bayonetta cheered, admiring the view from the edge of the pit. She had circled around the hillside and was now fisting her fully erect 16" sausage in long strokes as she watched him struggle in the mud.

James twisted his head, looking for her. "Mistress, help! I'm sinking!"

"I know" she replied "That's the idea... You might want to stop struggling so much. That will only cause you to sink faster."

James tried to extract his arms from the mire but the strength in his midsection was fading fast and his hands weren't finding a bottom in the mud any better than his feet. He knew that Bayonetta was right, so he stayed still, forming a bridge over the muck with his body as best he could.

"Is this quicksand?" he asked over his shoulder.

"No, quicksand has much higher water content. You can usually float in quicksand. This is deep clay mud. This shit will suck you right to the bottom if you're not careful."

James' face was a mask of fear. "Well how deep is it?!?"

Bayonetta kicked off her sandals and began walking into the pit casually. "Twelve feet the last time it was measured. Could be deeper now..."

With the hot sun beating down on the clay pit, she advanced into the muck, completely naked save for her latex arm gloves and latex leggings. She savored the feeling of her feet being fully immersed in the warm gunk before taking two big steps forward and sinking her legs up to the knee. The mud sucked and slurped at her legs as she slowly made her way toward James' exposed ass.

She scooped up some of the clay with her gloved hand and spread the muddy slime all over her glistening pole. "Jeanne was right... natural lube is the best."

James had now sunk up to his chest and shoulders and was beginning to panic again.

"Relax!" Bayonetta called from behind him "Now that you're flat against the mud you have more surface area creating resistance. You won't sink as fast as long as you don't struggle."

She grunted as she used the full strength of her impressive thighs to wade further into the stubbornly thick clay. She was up to her hips now, her balls dragging through the muck and her cock just above the surface of the moist pit.

James suddenly realized the true danger they were in. "Wait, Mistress! What are you doing?!? You have a rope right? Something attached to the outside?!?"

Bayonetta finally slogged to just behind James' hovering asshole, her legs and hips settling into the sucking mud. She pulled his silk panties down, grabbed her cock and held it up to his pretty little pucker.

"I never work with a safety net babe. What would be the fun in that?"

Without hesitation she grabbed his hips and speared her clay lubed cock into his ass, burying a full 10 inches in the first thrust. Fighting through the pain of her sudden insertion, James made a mental note that he could add "mud" and "mortal danger" to the list of things that got Bayonetta off.

She established a moderate pace, opening him up with her thick salami as quickly as possible, her hips and ass making wet smacking sounds in the mud as she pounded his sissy ass.

"Mmmm, Mother Earth's very own bondage. You can't escape and she even set you up doggie style for me" she intoned huskily as she thrust into him. "Pretty impressive, eh slut?"

James tried to control his fear as he sank another inch into the mud. "Yes Mistress, but what if we can't..."

His words were cut off when she suddenly and deliberately buried all 16 inches balls deep in his ass. James cried out, his face dipping into the muck as she filled his ass completely.

"What's the matter? Worried that I might not be able to get us out? That's the THRILL, slut. That's why I'm hard as a lamppost and ripping you a wider asshole right now."

She emphasized those last words with a return to steady fucking; sliding her fat dick out a few inches and jamming it back in over and over. James' face was visibly red and he panted into the sludge, her assault coming too hard and too fast. His limbs tried to move; tried to react to the invasion of his most sensitive orifice, but they were locked in thick, sucking clay.

"You don't need to worry about any of that. Your only concern, as usual, is pleasuring my cock! If I want to fuck you into the mud until you drown in brown shit, that's what I'm going to do. If I want to keep shafting your lifeless body until it's full of clay and cum, I'll do that too! Now shut the fuck up, AND TAKE MY MUDDY COCK!"

Bayonetta began fucking him full speed, or at least as close to full speed as she could muster while being sucked into luscious clay. She pistoned 14 inches of her greasy fuck meat in and out of his ass as they continued to sink into the mire. Lost in the pleasure of his tight ass, she didn't notice or care how much farther they'd sank until the mud had risen above her cock and James' asshole had disappeared below the surface. She could feel her cock glide through the clay every time she withdrew from his ass and every time she launched back in.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!!! THIS IS THE BEST! THIS IS THE BEST!!!" she wailed as her climax rolled over her like a tidal wave. Her ejaculation was so powerful, it pushed her back several inches out of his ass. She plunged forward again, a tornado of semen blasting out of her staff and drowning his insides.

Bayonetta's head swam. The feeling of the muck groping her body as James' ass gripped her cock had generated her strongest orgasm to date. As bliss cascaded through her body and her colossal penis continued to spurt gobs of cum into his depths, she reached around, grabbing handfuls of hot clay and massaging the brown gunk into her bare breasts.

Her eyes glazed over as she rode the wave of intense pleasure, and once her engorged phallus finally ceased spraying jizz she gripped his hips below the mud and returned to fucking him immediately. The mud was starting to ooze over James' back as he sank even lower into the pit, but she didn't care. Right now she needed MORE.

"Mistress, we're too deep! We're not going to be able to..." 

*CRACK*

Bayonetta smacked her latex covered hand onto the top of his ass cheeks, the only part of his ass that was still above the sludge. "I told you to shut up slave! I didn't go to all this trouble just to get one climax out of your slutty ass. Now hold still unless you want to sink even deeper!"

Her relentless shafting seemed to stretch on for an hour as the muck bubbled and ever so slowly sucked them deeper. Normally her marathon fucking stimulated James' prostate to the point that he orgasmed and shot his load without his member even being touched, but in his current state he was too terrified at the prospect of drowning in mud and remained limp in his panties.

Bayonetta was seemingly on auto-pilot, obsessed with the exquisite sensation of pumping her fat cock into James' tight ass, pulling out into the warm, smooth clay, and thrusting it right back in again. She had never felt anything so good in her life and she never wanted it to end. The thick mud made fucking him much more of a chore than usual and she worked up a good sweat as she raped his muddy cornhole.

"Yeah, you like mud fucking, don't you? I knew you would bitch" she growled as she plowed back and forth through the muck. "What else is your ass good for anyway? It's probably forgotten how to take a shit by now. Entrance only, right slut? Take it! TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK YOU MUD SLUT!"

Her second orgasm was slower to start, but lasted even longer than the first one. She dug her fingers into the flesh of his hips and pulled herself violently into him as a torrent of creamy jizz flooded his ass once more. Bayonetta could feel her copious ejections seeping out of his asshole, pouring out around the seal of her cock and mixing with the mud below.

As her meat hose fired burst after burst of her own muck into his body, she could only throw her head back, eyes closed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She was amazed at the strength of the orgasms she was having, and so happy she had finally found a slave she could abuse in this lovely clay pit.

As her climax faded away, she realized with some alarm that she was, in fact, already up to her belly button in muck herself. After resting a few moments, she twisted her hips and focused her full strength on withdrawing herself from the mire. She placed a hand on James' ass for leverage and pushed down, using his remaining buoyancy to help extract her from the thick sludge.

"Wait, mistress, NO!" he yelled as the rest of his back and ass disappeared into the ooze. 

She lurched forward, finally extracting one of her legs from the clay and putting forth the first footstep back to the edge of the pit. Little by little she advanced back to dry land, the mud coveting her legs the entire way.

Her leggings and arm gloves were now completely covered in clay, the shiny black latex only somewhat visible below the sticky brown coating. "DAMN that was good!" she exclaimed as she stepped onto dry land, mud oozing off her lower body.

At this point James was nothing but a head and neck sticking out of the sludge, looking more panicked than ever. "Mistress, what about me?!?"

She sauntered around the pit, coming to a stop on the other side; in James' view for the first time. "What about you?" she asked playfully. "I should leave you in there for only giving me two orgasms. Not to mention you just said "no" to me."

"I didn't mean to—Mistress, I'm sorry!" he stammered "Please, help me!"

She reached down with her left hand and began rubbing her cock once again, mud and cum squishing around her fingers as she stroked the slick monster. She walked into the pit once more, slowly masturbating her enormous length as she approached her immobilized slave from the front.

"Oh, I suppose I can get you out of there" she said coyly as she plunged her legs back into the warm clay.

Thankfully his head was a little closer to the edge of the pit than his ass had been, and Bayonetta didn't need to trudge quite as far into the mire to reach him this time. As she arrived at his face, her legs had plunged into the muck all the way and the mud was greedily sucking at her hips and scrotum.

"I'll get you out" she said again, still stroking her fat python "but only after I get one more climax."

James looked up at her impossibly large cock. It was hardening back to its full 16 inches rapidly and it was dabbed in clay, cum and the juices of his own ass. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him.

"You don't have much farther left to sink, slut, and we're not leaving here until I blow in your throat, so I suggest you get to work." With that she brought the tip of her missile to his lips and waited for his acquiescence.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 02



Wanting only to get out of the disgusting pit as soon as possible, James opened his mouth wide, inviting her filthy slug into his pussy of a throat. Bayonetta slid forward into the mud, slowly inserting her slimy cock into his mouth.

"Taste it slut! Taste it good... Mmmmm, I bet it's almost as yummy as that steak you had last night."

She had long since trained the gag reflex out of him, but as her thick cock made its way down his throat he couldn't get used to the taste of mud and began choking. She grabbed him by the ears and started moving in and out of his mouth slowly.

"I haven't heard those lovely gagging sounds from you in quite a while. Yeah! Gag on it bitch! Gag! Suck the mud off my cock."

Foul as it was, he began running his tongue along the underside of her cock and sucking the shaft as hard as he could. He could feel himself sinking further into the hungry clay and knew he needed to get her off as soon as possible. The mud, semen, her sweaty cock and the taste of his ass made for a truly overwhelming combination, but it also greased his throat perfectly. Bayonetta's balls met his chin faster than he could ever remember.

The sheer depravity of her slave sucking her clay covered member turned Bayonetta's libido up to eleven. She began withdrawing and burying her thick, sticky rod to the hilt in long strokes. She fucked his face brutally, gripping his ears for support. Tears began streaming out of James' eyes as the deep throating continued.

"Fucking HELL, could you possibly be any more of a slut? You're up to your neck in mud and sucking the fat cock that just wrecked your asshole."

As if nature itself was agreeing with her, James could feel clay now oozing into his ass, filling the void that Bayonetta had created just a short while ago. As she fucked his face silly, they both resumed sinking into the mud, the sludge having claimed James' chin and Bayonetta's balls.

"Don't worry my dear, if there's a way to make you into even more of a slut, I'll find it. For now, just keep slurping my muddy shaft..."

The minutes stretched on as he deep throated her bloated, juicy penis. He was using all of his skill in an attempt to bring her to climax, but Bayonetta was holding back, waiting for the right time. At last her cock and James' mouth sank below the surface. Her nonstop mouth fucking was now pushing mud into his face and under his nose, threatening to cut off his only access to air. She could feel her climax building again and this time she knew she could ride it into the sunset.

"Slut" she said in between thrusts "Take a deep breath."

His eyes bulged. Realizing what she was about to do, he took in the largest breath he possibly could through his nose. Bayonetta then grabbed the top of his head and forced it down, completely submerging him in the thick, warm clay. She grabbed his ears below the surface and angled her thrusts downward, throat fucking him into the mud. Her eyes sank, her cheeks turned a light shade of red and her pace increased as the tingling sensation of climax spread throughout her pelvis and cock.

"UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" she groaned, depositing her rich, steaming cum down his throat and directly into his stomach. She humped the surface of the mud, continuing to fuck his throat as the subsequent ejaculations fired into his sloppy oral canal. She pulled his head back and forth on her cock, milking out every drop of love honey that she could offer him, the motion making an audible rippling sound in the clay just above his head.

Soon, her emissions tapered off to almost nothing, but she couldn't resist withdrawing her tool to the tip and giving his mouth several more thrusts in the muck, enjoying the affect of her cock passing between wet flesh and warm clay one last time. She knew his limits however, and at last she reached for his collar, found the leather leash, and pulled upward forcefully.

A small fountain of mud and cum erupted from below as her cock exited his mouth and his head reappeared. James gasped for air, choking on her sperm and trying to keep his head above the custard-like surface. She held onto his leash steadily, now searching below the surface for one of his arms.

"That was premium debauchery my pet, but it's time we extract ourselves before we both become permanent residents."

Bayonetta helped him pull his arms from the depths of the sludge one at a time. She grasped his hands, leaned back and used every muscle in her body to pull him sideways through the muck, aiming his body at a very slight upward angle. Her strength was impressive, but her efforts had only moved him forward a few inches and Bayonetta was, herself, buried to the waist.

'This is going to take a while...'

Fifteen minutes later, she had finally pulled James' body from the worst of the clay pit and she lay in the muck, exhausted. James crawled forward slowly to join his mistress, slopping through the foot deep layer of mud and clay, glad to be able to move his limbs again. Bayonetta lay in the thick goo, still trying to catch her breath. She looked over at him and spoke between panted breaths.

"I just.... Saved your life... Lick my ass.... Slut...."

James raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're also the one who endangered my life, mistress."

Tired though she was, her eyes opened wide, incredulous that he would make such a comment. "How dare you.... Talk back to me... Punish you later... Now lick my ass."

She slowly rolled over on her stomach, her flaccid cock and ample breasts pressing into the warm muck. She spread her legs slightly and presented her plump, mud smeared ass to her slave.

James shrugged his shoulders and crawled in between her legs. His body was already filthy, so one more sexual favor in the mud pit hardly mattered at this point.

He bathed the sides and crack of her generous ass with wide licks of his tongue. He then pushed his face between her muddy cheeks and massaged around her rosebud, probing everywhere. Bayonetta lay in the luxurious clay with a smile on her lips, enjoying her tongue bath. As her strength began to recover she reached over and grabbed the back of his head, guiding his face to all the right spots in her ass, and eventually leading his tongue directly to her hole.

"Tongue my asshole, slut."

He swirled his tongue around her pucker a few times before diving into her delicate flower. He licked, sucked and jabbed her asshole with his sloppy tongue as she pushed and pulled his head gently across her ass.

"Mmmmm, the perfect end to a perfect day" she moaned.

After ten long minutes of ass worship, Bayonetta was satisfied. She rolled onto her side, grabbed James' leash, and got up, her feet squishing in the slimy clay. "C'mon slut, time to go home."

They collected their clothes and headed back to the nature trail. The return journey took a little longer, as they were both pretty tired. When they arrived at the car, Bayonetta got some long beach towels out of the trunk and laid them across the seats so their gunked up bodies wouldn't ruin the leather. It was already dusk as they got back on the road and although she had been ecstatically happy just a while ago, Bayonetta looked like she had some things on her mind as they drove back through the countryside.

"Thank you" she said suddenly "For indulging me today."

James didn't know what the hell to say to that. She had never thanked him for anything. 

"Uhhh, don't mention it" he stuttered out, unable to think of anything more eloquent on the spot.

"It's just, I know I gave you a scare today, and that was a little extreme, but it was something I always wanted to do with the right person. So, thanks..."

He could not believe what he was hearing, but he certainly didn't mind the kind words, especially in the wake of what had happened.

"Glad to be of service" he replied with a smile.

As they cruised into the dimming, orange horizon, he tried to put together more of the puzzle that was Bayonetta. Or was it Cereza? Or was she just a crazy bitch who took role playing to a ridiculous new extreme? Whatever the case, he had just seen a rare moment of apprehension in her. It was almost like she was afraid that he was going to leave. That perhaps he'd find a way to escape or call the cops or something.

She was such a beautiful, strong, confident, intoxicating woman, and yet in moments like these she seemed so... lonely. Could someone like her really be lonely? That's certainly the vibe he was getting.

"Oh, by the way" she perked up, snapping James out of his analysis "I'm going to be away on business all next weekend, so you're going to be spending the weekend at Jeanne's."

James shuddered at the thought. If Bayonetta was, at times, a crazy bitch, the brief time he had spent with Jeanne had convinced him that she was out-of-her-skull psychotic.

Bayonetta noticed his reaction and laughed. "Don't worry! She'll take good care of you."



Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 03



As anticipated, James will be spending the weekend at Jeanne's manor while Bayonetta is away on business. What pleasures and horrors await within? 

Bayonetta's Abuse III - Weekend At Jeanne's

It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanne's estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs. James couldn't help but feel intimidated as they approached the gate in Bayonetta's GTO, but the guards had waved them through as soon as they spotted her in the driver's seat. The warm sun and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted them as they made their way up to what could only be called a mansion. It was a huge three story structure with tall, Victorian style windows. James wouldn't even venture to guess what Jeanne did for a living, but it was obvious that she was doing very well for herself.

Bayonetta was dressed in one of her elaborate black leather bodysuits, as usual, which made James question what kind of "business" she could possibly be doing after she left. She certainly didn't have time to go home and change since she had to be at the airport in less than an hour. James was dressed in the same casual wear that he had worn into the countryside the previous week and, of course, his purple leather "SLUT" collar which Bayonetta was using to tug him up the steps. As they approached the entrance of the ornate chateau, Jeanne didn't even wait for them to reach the wrap-around porch. She burst out of the front door wearing a costume very similar to the one she had worn to Bayonetta's apartment, only this time it was white leather instead of red. Her humongous cock hung from the only visible opening of the suit, bobbing between her legs as she came out to greet her guests. If James wasn't already familiar with her temperament, he might have thought she was some kind of hung angel; a compelling contrast to the succubus image that his mistress maintained.

"It's about time you got here! Did you sleep in again?"

Bayonetta crossed her arms, smiling wryly "Nice to see you too Jeanne."

"Do you really have time for pleasantries? You have a flight to catch. And you..." she said walking directly up to James, her cock rubbing up against him "It is most definitely good to see you again!" Staring into his eyes, she stuck her arm out in Bayonetta's direction, expecting the leash.

"First things first" Bayonetta interjected. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to her. Jeanne scowled, unfolded the paper and quickly scanned its contents.

"List of restrictions..." Her eyebrows furrowed as she read down the list. "But that...! What?!? You might as well just write NO FUN!" she yelled, waving the paper through the air and glaring at Bayonetta.

"You agreed to abide by my rules, and those are the rules. I'm lending you a prized possession for the weekend. You have no right to be angry."

Jeanne was fuming, but as her long, semi-flaccid cock rubbed up against James' thighs her anger was replaced by anticipation. "Fine, whatever, I agree!" She held out her hand once more for the leash. Bayonetta handed it to her and Jeanne immediately slid behind James pressing her ample G cup breasts against his back and folding her arms around him. "Mmmmm... ready to spend a few nights with a real woman? You cute little whore..."

Bayonetta gracefully turned on her heel and placed her hands on her hips. "Slut, kiss me goodbye." James quickly broke from Jeanne's embrace, bent down and planted a hungry kiss on both of his mistress' perfect, round ass cheeks. "Have fun you two" she chuckled as she sauntered down the walkway without looking back.

"Goodbye mistress. Have a safe trip!"

"Hmph!" Jeanne snorted as she yanked on James' leash, pulling him back toward her. 'How did I become friends with such a cocky bitch?' As she watched Bayonetta make her way down the stone stairs she couldn't resist a little verbal teasing. "Hey Cereza! Do you know any doctors that are good at fixing an anal prolapse? You might want to put one on speed dial! Your prize slave won't be so tight when I'm done with him this weekend!"

Bayonetta just rolled her eyes as she made her way back to the car.

"Alright slut, you're MINE. Let's get inside. I've been dreaming about that wonderful throat of yours since our first get together." She tugged his leash harshly, walking swiftly back to the entrance. As soon as they were inside and the door was shut, she grabbed him by the head and forced him to his knees. "Get to work, bitch."

Her fat prick wasn't even fully erect and it was already 15 inches long as James placed his mouth around the tip and began slowly pushing his face onto it. Jeanne's large scrotum was swelling with seed and the hungry look in her eyes indicated that she'd been waiting for this moment all day. He swirled his tongue around the head and tenderly sucked the first 5 inches of her meaty pole.

"Oh fuck this" Jeanne said, grabbing his ears and spearing 10 inches of her weapon down his throat. James gagged as her cock plugged his mouth, unused to the extra girth that she had on Bayonetta. She began sawing her penis in and out of his face, inserting a little more of her fleshy member with each thrust. His throat stretched uncomfortably as he was re-introduced to her thick salami, his eyes beginning to water almost immediately. "Deep throat me bitch! I know you and Cereza like to get all lovey dovey, but this weekend you're going to be treated like a slave should be treated. We don't make love here, we have sex. More to the point, you GIVE pleasure and I TAKE it, as do all my friends. Believe me, they can't wait to meet you."

As the hallway filled with the sounds of gagging and slurping, a low cough suddenly spouted from the man who had been standing behind Jeanne for some time now. "I take it this is our guest for the weekend?"

Jeanne looked over her shoulder. "Oh, William... yes, this is our guest." She continued to shaft his throat as if it were something you always did while having conversation with a third party. "William... James. James... you can't see him right now, but William is my butler. William, go upstairs and get that bag of clothes I bought yesterday. Leave it in the main living room. Oh, and you may need to clean up here in a little while."

"Of course, mistress" he responded before walking off to perform his duties.

"Ooooooh..." Jeanne moaned as she finally sank her cock to the hilt in James' mouth. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the pleasure her 18 inches of fully engorged fuck meat were receiving from the slaves' accommodating throat. She gripped the top of his head with one hand and his bottom jaw with the other, sliding 8 inches in and out at a medium pace as her heavy balls slapped his chin. "Yeah, just like that... Just a few more minutes and it's feeding time sweetie."

James gripped her leather pants, struggling to breathe and maintain his balance as she raped his mouth. She only pulled out far enough to give him fresh air every once in a while and as the minutes flew by, his face became increasingly red and dark as Jeanne became more flushed and needy. "YEAH, TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK! Mmmm... you're starving for my cum, aren't you? Why else would you be sucking my fat dick? That's good. Your drink dispenser is always ready to give you what you need. You just have to ASK. PROPERLY!" She emphasized the words with two especially hard thrusts and then began fucking his throat at full speed. She pistoned in and out of his mouth for a good 30 seconds before her climax arrived like a freight train off the tracks.

"AHHHHHHHHUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" She pulled his face into her soft, sweaty pubis and moaned loudly as the first volley of jizz sped through her cock and shot directly into his throat. "DRINK IT ALL YOU SLUT!" Blast after blast followed so quickly that James could feel the wave of cum rebound and spiral up his throat. Thick cream came spurting out around Jeanne's cock, covering James' face and splattering all over the hall floor. Jeanne shuddered in pleasure with weak knees and half open eyes, poking his face in an effort to deposit every last drop. "Drink it bitch... savor my spunk.... yesssss..." As she slowly emptied her balls in his mouth, she ran her fingers all over his face, massaging her thick paste into his skin while enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.

Jeanne slowly pulled her thick tool from his throat, admiring the shiny cum and salvia drenched rod as it exited his mouth with a pop. James took deep breaths, trying to re-oxygenate his body as Jeanne hefted her slimy penis and wiped it all over his face. "That's a good start slut. Not bad at all! Still, that will seem like a picnic compared to what you're in for tomorrow night." She gave his right cheek two wet pats with her hand before grabbing his leash. "Now follow me. We need to get you into some appropriate attire."

As they walked into the maze that was Jeanne's home, James already felt like he was lost. The mansion had enough space for ten families and there was modern art and artifacts from ancient cultures the world over adorning every wall and corner. "This is quite a home you have, Mistress Jeanne."

"Isn't it? I'll give you the grand tour after we get you dolled up."

Before long they arrived in a large living room filled with leather furniture. There was a fireplace against one wall and an expensive entertainment center against another. Sure enough, on one of the leather couches was a shopping bag which Jeanne grabbed. She began digging through the bag with a grin on her face. "I picked these up for you yesterday. Take off your clothes and shoes while I remove the tags."

Jeanne began ripping the tags off and laying out her purchases as James kicked off his sneakers and disrobed. When he was stripped down to nothing but Bayonetta's black silk panties, Jeanne immediately perked up. "Oooh, very nice! I bought you a pair just in case, but those will do fine!"

James examined the "garments" which she had laid out for him: two pink latex arm gloves, two pink latex leggings, one lacy pink braw and a pair of pink high heels. He was less than thrilled with her selections, but on the other hand, it couldn't be worse than his usual bondage suit.

"Don't look at me like that. This is how sissy sluts dress and you're going to be the star entertainment of my party tomorrow night! I had to guess your sizes, so they might be a little tight, but latex is more fun when it's tight. Hurry up and get dressed slut!"

It took a while, but with some help from Jeanne he managed to pull the thick latex leggings up to his mid thighs and the rubbery arm gloves all the way past his elbows. His feet were painfully crammed into the high heels and the bra tightly fastened around his chest, completing the pink nightmare.

Jeanne stepped back to admire her work. "Mmmm, I like! If I had thought of it, I would've gotten you a wig too. Oh well, something to plan for next time. And now, for the finishing touches..." She opened a drawer in one of her end tables and pulled out a red lipstick and a red sharpie marker. Planting herself directly in front of James she took the lipstick and quickly gave his lips a thick red coating. She then took the red sharpie and wrote "CUM" on his right cheek and "DUMP" on his left cheek. Bending down she likewise wrote "SPERM" above his belly button and "TANK" directly below it.

"On the couch, face down."

James obediently laid down and she straddled his legs, intent on finishing her work. Finally, in big red letters she wrote "JIZZ" on his left ass cheek and "CHUTE" on his right. She gave his ass a firm swat before standing up again. "If you were my slave this wouldn't be marker, I would have a tattoo artist here tonight. If anything tragic ever befalls Cereza, I'm going to turn your body into my fucking canvas."

James didn't like the sound of that at all. So much, in fact, that he forgot where he was for a moment. "What?!? How would mistress dying leave me in your possession?" He pushed himself up and sat on the couch with a look of serious concern. "And what do you mean by 'something tragic' anyway?"

"Oh, you know... cancer, random shooting, getting hit by a bus. Happens all the time! It can happen to anyone. That's all I meant." The freakish smile on her face distracted James from the rigid palm that was moving towards his face like a jetliner making a landing. *SMACK* "And that's for not addressing me properly! Do it again and I'll step on your balls until you cry." Jeanne shook her hand in the air. She had overdone it and even through her white leather glove that had stung her almost as much as it had his face. She refused to acknowledge the pain in front of her dolled up slave, though. "Now, let's go see the rest of my wonderful estate!"

James was still seeing stars as she yanked him up by his leash and pulled him further into the lush mansion. They began stopping at each major room on the first floor and as Jeanne explained the features and function of each room she would have him suck her cock or lick her ass, quizzing him regularly to make sure he was paying attention. As they completed their tour of the first floor, James noticed one prominent door that they had not investigated. "Mistress Jeanne, if I may ask, where does that door lead?"

She suddenly looked very annoyed. "That goes down to my dungeon. There's no point in going down there this weekend since my bitch of a friend has forbidden me from doing anything really interesting with you. Maybe next time slut..." James made a mental note to thank Mistress Bayonetta profusely later. "Now, on to the second floor..."

The sun had long since sunk below the horizon as they found themselves on the third floor approaching the master bedroom. It had been a long afternoon to evening and James was exhausted both by Jeanne's personality and her sexual demands. However, as the double doors to her chamber opened, he was greeted with a surprise; or at least half a surprise. Her luxurious suite had all the accommodations you'd expect: a huge closet, an enormous canopy bed with silk sheets, a beautifully crafted vanity table with a huge mirror; it had the works. There were sex toys everywhere: dildos, whips, riding crops, gags, restraints, all the same sort of items that Bayonetta kept handy. What was surprising were the two corners of her room dedicated to art and inventing. There was a stack of paintings lined up next to her easel that showed remarkable talent. In the other corner of the room was a workbench with numerous projects frozen in mid progress. Sewing, woodworking, sculpting; it seemed that Jeanne did a little bit of everything. Her bedroom was a strange, but compelling vortex of sex and renaissance culture. It had taken long enough, but James had finally found something about her to like.

"We won't be needing THIS tonight" she announced as she un-strapped the purple leather collar from his neck and tossed it aside along with the leash. "But we WILL be needing this." She produced an odd looking collar of her own design, notable for the 4 metal rings that protruded from the top, bottom and sides. She fastened it snuggly around his neck and then slapped him on the ass. "You can use my bathroom over there. When you're done come out and join me on the bed. I'm just going to slip out of this bodysuit. I love leather, but unlike your oddball mistress, I won't sleep in it."

James wasn't sure what to say. He'd fully expected to be used as a human sex toy all weekend but he never imagined that he'd be sharing a bed with her. "Mistress Jeanne, you mean.... we're going to sleep together?"

"Who said I was going to let you sleep?" She gave him a coy wink and started stripping out of her luxurious white leather.

James took his time in the bathroom, glad to have a few moments alone and even more glad to be able to relieve himself. He washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, trying in vain to get the taste of Jeanne's sperm off his tongue. He walked back into the bedroom and there she was, kneeling on the giant bed wearing a strange harness of leather and rubber straps around her waist and ass. She was otherwise naked, her luscious breasts jutting from her upper body and her impossibly large penis protruding before her. An enormous cream colored rubber dildo and a black leather arm binder rested by her side. "C'mere slut" she said, patting the bed in front of her. "That pink latex looks so good on you..."

James hesitantly climbed up on the bed and as soon as he did, she grabbed his head and mashed it into the soft covers. "Arms behind your back." As he moved to comply, Jeanne wasted no time sliding the long leather arm binder up his forearms and past his elbows, lacing it up with practiced efficiency. She then grabbed him by the chin, pulled his head up from the covers and with her other hand she held the giant, smooth, cream colored phallus before his eyes.

"Look familiar? That's because it was created from a mold of my own cock. All 18 inches and every detail are nearly identical to the real thing. I've ordered four dozen of them to start and I'm working on a marketing campaign to make a fortune with these babies. This one is going to be your personal souvenir. Tonight, however, it's going to stretch you out and prepare you for the festivities tomorrow."

With that, she snaked around his side and began inserting the gargantuan rubber monster into his ass inch by inch. James began moaning as the insertion continued, eventually crying out into the blankets as Jeanne didn't give him any time to adjust, pushing the massive cock into his ass until the thick rubber ring that would normally be attached to a strapon harness was flat against his pucker.

"I'd secure that better, but honestly, I don't think it's going anywhere" she quipped. She slid off the back of the bed, walked around to the side and plopped herself back on the mattress directly in James' view once again.

"And now, slut, it's time to show off my latest, and perhaps greatest, invention. Crawl over here and suck me while I get it ready." As she adjusted the straps on her harness, James slowly plodded forward, the arm binder and the thick dildo plugging his ass making every inch forward a Herculean effort. Jeanne eventually grew tired of waiting for him and reached forward, grabbing him by the collar and the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch. She held her half-erect penis up to his mouth and once a few inches was securely inside, she resumed pulling him forward, spearing almost her entire cock down his throat.

"Mmmmm.... There we go, perfect" she announced as she started connecting four particularly thick straps from her waist harness to the four rings on his new collar. The straps appeared to be very thick rubber and looked almost like bungee cords. As she finished securing them to his collar she began to explain: "I dreamt this up because as much as I love to fuck throats, sometimes a well endowed woman wants to get her dick sucked without having to do all the work. As a man, or someone who used to be a man anyway, I'm sure you can identify with that. I call this the 'Hands-Free Face Fucker' and I expect it to be a very popular item in the future. Oh, can you breathe ok dear?"

Nearly all of Jeanne's cock had been buried in his throat for two minutes now and his face was quickly turning red. "Hmmm, I suppose you better back up if you want some fresh air."

James hurriedly wormed his way backward, the thick rubber straps stretching eight... nine... ten inches, but no further. They were as far back as they would go and James' neck muscles were straining against the taut state of the rubber cords. Even stretched to their limit, 8 inches of Jeanne's cock was still packed in his mouth, but there was enough room for him to breathe, barely. He exhaled and drew in a fresh breath through his nose before his muscles gave way and the cords pulled him back a solid 7 inches, plunging almost all of Jeanne's cock back down this throat.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 03



"And now you see the genius. If you wish to breathe, you must pleasure my cock. The best part is if I use this on you while standing up, all I have to do is thrust my hips forward and your face slides back and forth on my shaft. I can multi-task while you slurp my penis all day! Pretty clever, yes? You better believe I already have a patent on this thing."

Hoping to avoid any more asphyxiation, James again pulled back his head as far as he could, stretching the rubber cords until he could take a breath. As his muscles relaxed the simple, yet sinister, contraption pulled him forward once more, pleasuring Jeanne as his lips slid along her fat, glistening shaft.

"OhhhhhHHHHHH! OH FUCK! OHHHHH!!!" she called out, taken by surprise at the effectiveness of her own cruel device. She grabbed his head and pulled him the last few inches into her crotch as a gusher of cum poured out of her flesh hose. She fucked his face for several minutes as her final climax of the evening shot load after load of thick, sticky jizzum into James' oral passage. His hands locked behind his back and a rubber replica of her massive tool stuffed in his ass, Jeanne's cock had suddenly become his entire world. She humped his face a few more times before pulling his chin into her churning ball sack; the last few gobs of white goo milking into his throat. She finally released his face and James fought the rubber cords as he strained back for fresh air. Jeanne had an expression of pure delight on her face as she watched him struggle back and forth on her cock, cum dribbling out around the edges of his mouth.

"There, a delicious bed time snack for my weekend slave. And after I already got you those beautiful new clothes! Don't say I never gave you anything... I hope you're not full though. I'm sure there's another snack or two coming tonight. They don't call them 'wet dreams' for nothing."

She reached over to the end table and turned the light off, casting the room into sudden darkness. Pulling the covers over both of them, Jeanne adjusted her body into a comfortable position. "Enjoy my cock, slut. See you tomorrow."

The room grew silent, save for the periodic sound of James' cum slick mouth slurping back and forth on Jeanne's titanic penis. Buried between her legs below the covers of the bed, it was already beginning to get hot and musky. It was going to be a long night.

As the morning light slowly permeated the heavy drapes on the windows of the master bedroom, an utterly exhausted James continued to fellate the fat shemale cock that had taken up residence in his throat. Jeanne had nutted in his mouth three times as the night dragged on and she had muttered something about "lovely breasts" and "the perfect slave" in her sleep, but never once had she actually woken up. Her last wet dream had been several hours ago and now as the darkness faded into light she began to stir, her cock stiffening to full, throbbing hardness once more. "Oh yes..." Jeanne said, yawning "Those were some wonderful dreams."

She pulled the covers back revealing her bound, overworked slave completely covered in sweat; his lips and chin caked in her semen. He was struggling to stay awake, his eyes pleading for release from the demonic contraption that had required him to suck her erection for eight long hours. Jeanne simply smiled at him, petting him on the head and admiring her invention as she allowed herself to slowly wake up. After several more slurps, she began unhooking the tight rubber straps from James' collar and slowly pulled her fully engorged cock from his mouth. Her mighty weapon was covered in spit, semen and red smears from the lipstick she had applied to him the previous night. "This was good stamina training for you slut. You can thank me by taking care of my morning wood." She slid off the bed and then, grabbing him by the arm binder, pulled his bound form to the edge of the bed, his legs slipping over the side and his feet finding the floor.

"Please... mistress, I'm so tired... I need to sleep."

She pulled the massive rubber dildo out of his ass, the sudden evacuation making a moist sucking sound. "Go ahead and sleep, if you can. It won't bother me." Tossing the replica aside, she grabbed his left hip with one hand and guided her cock into his wet pucker with the other. She slid all 18 inches home in mere seconds, his ass already stretched to accommodate her unfathomable size. She began pumping in and out of his ass in short lengths at first, gradually increasing the strokes until her swollen ball sack collided with his smaller, shriveled scrotum. She grabbed both of his hips firmly and opened him up with long, hard thrusts, moaning lightly as her naked body lost itself in his luscious anus. As her fucking intensified her hips painfully smacked into his ass cheeks and she began slapping them periodically.

Realizing that there was no way he would be able to sleep until she was done, James began pushing back on her cock in time with her thrusts, maneuvering himself as best he could with his arms still immobilized behind his back. Seeing his pathetic efforts, Jeanne laughed and grabbed his arm binder with her right hand, pulling it backward and lifting him slightly off the bed as she fucked him like a bitch. "That's more like it slut! You're really getting into it now aren't you? Admit it, you'd give up oxygen before you'd give up my cock!"

"Yes mistress, anything to please you!"

She dropped him back on the bed, gripping his hips once more. "No bitch, I want to hear you say it! SAY YOU WANT MY COCK!"

"I love your cock mistress Jeanne! Please fuck me hard!"

"WHY DO YOU LOVE MY COCK?"

James opened his mouth to speak, but groaned as she nailed him with a particularly hard thrust. "...because it's so big and hard, and I need to get fucked by large cocks."

"It fucks you harder than Bayonetta's, doesn't it?"

"........yes."

"SAY IT!"

"YOUR COCK IS THE BEST MISTRESS JEANNE!" He buried his face in the mattress, her aggressive thrusting becoming unbearable. She was fucking him like a demon on speed, his admission fueling her ego and her libido to new heights. Her pre-cum had lubed his ass perfectly and the wet snugness of his anal cavity was driving Jeanne crazy as her pleasure hit its threshold.

She screamed as the familiar rush of orgasm exploded from her crotch, a deluge of cum racing down her sperm channel and firing into his ass without warning. She continued shoving her greasy fuck meat into him as load after load of baby batter shot uncontrollably out of her cockhead, painting every square inch of his insides a creamy white. Jeanne made little coo-ing sounds as she fucked his ass in slower stretches, extracting every ounce of ecstasy she could from the act. "See how worked up I get when you're dressed properly? All it took was a little pink latex. I could fuck you all day just like this you beautiful slut, but I have an event to prepare for."

She withdrew her slimy tool from his back door, the flesh exiting between the words "Jizz" and "Chute." She slapped his ass lovingly, glad to have made the words a reality. At long last she began undoing the straps of his arm binder, freeing his arms little by little. The task done, she tossed it aside. "You can sleep now."

James strained forward, pulling his legs back onto the bed before fully collapsing. Laying in the cum smeared blankets with jizz leaking out of his gaping ass, he was already drifting off to sleep, barely perceiving Jeanne's final words before the blackness engulfed him. "Sleep well, because when next I send for you, you're going to be put through your paces." And the world was dead to him.

*knock knock knock*

The light rapping barely registered as James stirred ever so slightly on Jeanne's exorbitant bed.

*knock knock knock*

The sound repeated and this time the doors opened shortly thereafter, admitting William to the room. "Time to get up" the butler announced as he crossed the chamber; tidying things here and there. "Mistress Jeanne expects you downstairs in twenty minutes."

James groaned as the world was made visible once again. It was already dusk and the paltry light that still pierced the windows gave the room a dim red glow. He sat up and began worming his way to the edge of the mattress. "So, what's it like working for a total psycho?"

"It pays well" he quipped as he made his way to the bedside. He began unfastening the custom collar Jeanne had secured on James' neck the night before. "Mistress Jeanne instructed me to remove this and to make sure that you freshened up in the bathroom, including a fresh application of lipstick. You'll find it in the drawer on the right below the sink. I trust you can do that without my supervision?"

"Don't worry, I won't get you in any trouble. Just out of curiosity though, do you two ever....?"

"No, our relationship is strictly professional."

"Huh... that surprises me. Jeanne doesn't seem like the type who respects any kind of traditional roles or boundaries."

"The mistress may seem like a feral creature to you, but she can be surprisingly shrewd and sincere when the situation calls for it. That's been my observation over the years. I'm guessing, however, that you won't see that side of her due to the role you're filling."

James stood and began stretching his limbs, working the stiffness out of his body after a long, much needed rest. "And why am I filling that role? Someone with her resources should have no trouble finding all the boy toys she wants."

"You are, perhaps, underestimating how difficult it is to find someone with your specific physical features and talents, while also avoiding any kind of legal entanglements along the way. The internet is a great resource for finding potential suitors and mates, of course, but it's also a long process of trial and error, and one that Mistress Jeanne became fed up with a long time ago. I'm sure there are other reasons why the mistress is interested in you, but I wouldn't dare speculate on them."

"Thanks Jeeves" James responded, giving him a hardy pat on the shoulder and ruffling his tuxedo. "You're surprisingly forthcoming for someone who came to remove a dog collar from a guy dressed in pink."

"It's William, sir" he chuckled. "And the mistress did not forbid me from chatting with you, so I was glad to. I don't get the chance to talk with guests that often. You really should get going though. You don't want to be late for Mistress Jeanne's festivities. Once you're ready, go back down to the first floor, take a left and you'll find the banquet hall not far down the first corridor."

"On my way" James responded as he cut a path to the bathroom. "And just between the two of us, I'd say you have the better gig."

William smirked. "Having just come from the banquet hall, I would say you are no doubt correct."

In the bathroom James hastily adjusted the black panties that Jeanne had practically torn off of him the night before, washed himself up and generously re-applied the red lipstick as instructed. He pulled at the rubbery, pink latex that encased his calves, thighs and arms, hoping that they would have loosened somewhat by now, but they were tight as ever. The shiny fetish wear was beginning to chafe his limbs, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous looking at his reflection in the mirror, but he was tarted up exactly as Jeanne wanted him. He took a deep breath and began making his way downstairs, unable to shake his apprehension.

As James neared the banquet hall he could already hear many voices in conversation. Entering the giant room, he was greeted with an array of food, flesh and fetish gear. There was classical music playing lightly in the background and long tables were set up with hors d'oeuvres and spirits of every imaginable kind. Eight guests of Jeanne's had already arrived and while James wasn't completely shocked by what he saw, he was still somewhat taken aback that such a scene could exist. They were all women, they were all busty and well defined, and they all sported gigantic cocks with ample balls to match.

'Well, that answers one question at least. There are more women like Bayonetta and Jeanne, a lot more. Now it's just a matter of finding out how they're connected...'

The women spread out before him were a virtual smorgasbord of big dicked amazons. There was a blonde, a brunette, a red head, an Asian woman, a Russian woman and a giantess of a black woman, among others. They were all dressed in bodysuits and dominatrix outfits similar to the kind that Bayonetta and Jeanne regularly wore and most of them had their impressive endowments hanging between their legs, with only a few choosing to "hide" their giant bulges beneath the leather of their costumes. The ebony beauty immediately stood out as the one woman who possessed a cock even larger than Jeanne's.

James hesitated, hovering in the entrance. Although in the darkest corner of his mind he had admitted to himself that there were moments he enjoyed being with Bayonetta and Jeanne, every fiber of his being was now screaming at him to flee the vicinity. He knew on some primal level that the abuse he was about to endure might be too much this time.

"SLUT!" Jeanne cried out, noticing suddenly that he had arrived. She set her wine glass down on the nearest table, picked up a riding crop and marched right over to him. She was wearing her finest white leather bodysuit, a custom model of her usual attire adorned in gold and silver trim. Her cock bobbed angrily between her legs as she approached. "ON. YOUR. KNEES!" She emphasized the last word with a glancing blow of her crop to his crotch. His mouth opened wide and he fell to one knee almost instantly, hurriedly moving to both hands and knees as fast as his wits would allow him. "How DARE you enter this hall of Goddesses on equal footing?!? You should know better!"

"I... I'm sorry... Mistress Jeanne. Please forgive me..." he said weakly, fighting through the intense pain and sudden loss of breath.

"You performed well last night, so I think I will forgive you, but if you embarrass me in front of my guests again you WILL regret it. Understand?"

"Yes mistress... thank you."

From behind the towering figure of Jeanne emerged the powerful ebony beauty whom he had fixed his gaze upon just moments ago. She was steeped in black leather which melted into her wide curves perfectly, creating the ultimate incarnation of a dark skinned dominatrix. Blue eye shadow highlighted her piercing hazel eyes; a pair of pale moons that gazed down on her prey. She and Jeanne were, without a doubt, the two most terrifying women he had ever encountered and seeing their gargantuan cocks side by side made the experience that much more emasculating. "So, this is the Houdini that can make 18 inches magically disappear? He doesn't look like much. Cute outfit though!"

"Yes, this is James, Cereza's lucky find. I know he looks pathetic, but believe me, once you've sampled the goods you'll be singing a different tune. Slave, this is my good friend Monique. Among all the guests that will be here tonight, she's been looking forward to this the most. In the past she's had trouble finding slaves who can... accommodate her, for more than one session. I'm sure you can see why."

Monique licked her lips and began running her right hand up and down the impossibly large hose of dark meat that hung from her pelvis. In her flaccid state it was no shorter than 15 inches and it was slightly thicker than Jeanne's. James was trying hard not to imagine how big it would be erect. "It's a blessing and a curse honey, but if anyone can take my 20 inches, it's you. Or so I'm told!"

There was no way he had another 2 inches in his ass. Jeanne had almost entered his intestines on several occasions and that had been scary enough. Suddenly, the threat of intense, hardcore, excessive sexual intercourse that usually made him feel a fearful giddiness was instead only making him fearful. "I will do my best, Mistress Monique..."

Jeanne bent down and grabbed his chin firmly. "Indeed you will, and it's about time we kicked off this little bash." She released him and rose back to her full height. "William?"

"Yes, mistress" he responded, stepping forward.

"Go downstairs and get those two silly cunts that we took on last month. Bring them here and chain to the wall by the refreshments. Kneeling positions, both."

"Right away, mistress."

Jeanne strutted back toward the other women. "Follow me slut." As James crawled behind, following her and Monique into the grand hall, several of the women began to cat call as he passed by.

"Oooooh, nice leggings bitch boy!" the blonde called out. "I guess you CAN put lipstick on a pig. See you real soon darling!"

The Russian woman was fisting her erection as she watched him crawl by. She took keen notice of the writing on his cheeks. "Cum dump? That's perfect, since I have a lot of filth to dispose of. Get those dick suckin lips ready honey!"

Jeanne and Monique laughed as the humiliation went on. Hearing new voices, James looked behind him briefly and noticed that several more women had just arrived. 'Just how many twisted shemales does Jeanne know? Did she invite them all?!?' 

Returning his gaze to the front, he saw something he never would have expected to in a fancy banquet hall. It was what appeared to be a kids wading pool. It was a blue, soft rubber pool about seven feet in diameter and one foot deep. Around the top of the pool's short banks was a series of small holes with metal rings in them. In the center of the pool sat an even more unusual object: a large peach bubble. It was an inflatable latex ball of some kind, 3 feet tall and wide, and it appeared to be very durable. There was a set of chains sticking out from below the shiny bubble in both the front and the back.

Jeanne turned and grinned at James, pointing at the pool behind her. "That's your home for the rest of the night, bitch. I think you'll find it to be comfortable, at least for the first half hour or so..." She was interrupted by the sound of shrieking and moaning, as William had reappeared with two bound women in tow. They were both naked save for their metal chastity belts, dog collars, and the red ball gags fixed in their mouths. The first one was a tall red head and the second a brunette of medium height. Their arms were restrained behind their backs in red leather arm binders all the way up to their shoulder blades. They were both making quite a commotion despite the gags that were strapped around their heads. "Monique, be a dear and rig James up for me. I have a couple of wenches to deal with."

"With pleasure." Monique responded, picking up a set of leather wrist and thigh cuffs that had been left next to the pool.

Jeanne hurried back to the front of the hall and grabbed the leashes from William. "Listen up you stupid fucking whores! You better behave in front of my friends or so help me, after this party I will whip you until you can't sit FOR A WEEK." The female slaves both shrank at the sound and fury of their mistress, whimpering as she led them to the designated area. Jeanne and William pushed them down on their knees between two of the refreshment tables and proceeded to chain them to the wall by their arm binders. They both strained against their bonds, tears flowing down their faces and onto their bare breasts as they pleaded to be free of their gags.

James watched the spectacle from the rubber pool where Monique had man-handled him into the position she wanted. He stood before the peach bubble as she loomed behind him, strapping the wrist and thigh cuffs on his body. Her obscenely large cock rubbed up against the crack of his ass as she went about her work. "Goddamn boy, you're making me horny. I just hope you're as pliable as they say." The leather cuffs now securely strapped onto his wrists and thighs, she gave him a push forward. "Lay down on the ball and spread out."




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 03



He leaned forward slowly, embracing the sticky surface of the ball and doing his best to maintain his balance. As James lowered himself down, the sensual latex gave slightly, flattening out on top and expanding in the bottom somewhat. With some regret, he realized he was now at the perfect height for "easy access." Monique went about her work quickly, running the chains through the rings on his wrist and thigh cuffs and pulling them tight. His arms and legs were now secured tightly against the sides of the ball, his head and ass jutting out on either side. Monique ripped the panties off his ass like she was tearing a piece of paper and tossed them out of the pool. She then popped briefly into his field of vision. "I'll be back in a few minutes hun, don't go anywhere!" She gave him a wink before stepping out of the pool.

"Mistress, PLEASE, you haven't given us food in days!"

Jeanne smacked the red-head across the face, already regretting the decision to remove her ball gag. "You don't need solid food, and you will be fed tonight. Are you going to waste more of my time or can I get back to my party now?"

"Mistress!" the brunette interjected "Please, I need to cum so badly! Please, just..."

Jeanne back-handed the second girl as well, a loud smack ringing out through the hall. "Gag them back up William, until someone wishes to make legitimate use of their mouths."

As William strapped their ball gags back into place and the girls began to whimper again, Jeanne met up with Monique in the center of the hall. "Pffft... stupid whores."

"What's the story with those two?" Monique asked curiously.

"Just a couple of dumb, drunken sluts that followed me home from a club. They were enthusiastic at first but when I showed them what I was packing, they had a sudden change of heart."

"Imagine that!" Monique snickered.

"Well, it was too late by then, of course. I've had them downstairs ever since and they've been in chastity for a month now. Neither of them can deep throat me, but I use their mouths anyway. I tried out both of their asses in the first week, but they bled too much. They're fucking useless."

"What are their names?"

"The red head is named Claire. The other one is... Jessica? I think? It really doesn't matter. Just call them stupid whore and dumb cunt. Those are more fitting names."

"They're lesbians?"

"They used to be. Since all they do now is suck cocks, I'm not sure you can call them lesbians anymore."

Monique laughed uproariously, then pointed in James' direction. "He's good to go."

"Excellent! Well, I guess we can get started then!"

As Jeanne prepared to make her toast, more women sporting giant cocks continued to enter the hall. Jeanne greeted them and then motioned for William to turn off the music, which he did immediately.

*clink clink clink clink*

Jeanne stood in the center of the hall, holding her wine. "Ladies! Sisters! Friends! And a few bitches I can't fucking stand... Welcome to my home!" Laughter and applause filled the hall as the women focused on their hostess. "I know you're all eager to get to the fun, so I'll make this quick."

She pointed in the direction of James and the swimming pool. "Tonight's entertainment is provided courtesy of my friend Cereza! I think you'll find him to be more than satisfactory." The women applauded lightly, some turning up their noses upon hearing Bayonetta's true name.

Jeanne pointed at the slave girls near the wall. "If you'd like a little fluffing, or you don't feel like waiting your turn, we have a couple dumb sluts over here who have recently complained about being hungry. They're unskilled, but they will do their best to accommodate you." The two bound women looked upon the crowd of fat-dicked shemales with shame and fear in their eyes. There was no applause.

"If you want to talk business, naturally, come and find me. If you need anything else, talk to the handsome man in the tuxedo. That's it my friends! Enjoy the evening!"

There was an ardent cheer and then the women began milling around the hall, some appraising the snacks and drinks available, and some of them gathering to ogle at James. It wasn't long before lines started forming in front of him and behind him. He was not surprised to see Monique at the head of the first line.

"Hey baby, did you miss me?" she asked as she stroked her large black python, pressing the tip of it into his forehead.

"Oh yeah, I was counting the seconds until you got back" he responded sarcastically, taking in the view of her 20 inch weapon and the giant black scrotum that hung below it.

"Oooh, a smartass. I'll be happy to teach you some manners bitch!" She lined the head of her fat, uncircumcised cock with his lips and plowed it in full force, grabbing the back of his head firmly with both hands. He gagged almost immediately as the first 10 inches speared into his throat. She was even thicker than Jeanne, but only by half an inch. To his own surprise, his well trained jaw and throat seemed to be able to handle it now. As Monique began thrusting in and out vigorously, she seemed to be surprised as well. "Oh my! I knew you loved me baby! Here we go slut, I'm drilling right down to your stomach!"

As Monique focused on getting more and more of her thick monster in his throat, someone had stepped up to his ass and begun feeding her fat cock into his asshole. James couldn't see her, but it was the blonde from earlier. "Hey bitch, I decided to skip the appetizers and start with the main course. That okay with you? Oh, I'm sorry. You appear to have a mouth full of cock!" She laughed and began sawing her 15 inch penis in and out of his butthole, stuffing a little more in with each powerful fuck. She smacked his ass with her right hand every few thrusts, moving into a quick, steady rhythm. "Oh yeah, you got a nice stretched out asshole don't you slut? Let's see if we can stretch it a little more..."

Both women were fucking his orifices full force, and James was pressed into the bubble cushion, the latex rippling against his chest as the big dicked amazons fucked him into the sticky surface. It wasn't long before blondie was balls deep in his ass and her massive ballsack was smacking into his limp genitals. The feeling drove her wild and she re-doubled her efforts, cramming her cock into his ass that much more intensely.

James' lips soon met Monique's hairy pubis, all 20 inches of her unfathomable penis having somehow been crammed into his mouth and throat. Monique was staring at the ceiling, her eyes fluttering as she cherished the full penetration. "Oh my fucking god... you're an angel! An angel sent to suck my erection." She drew back the massive tool, leaving only 6 inches in his mouth. "Take a couple breaths baby. I'd love to take my time with you, but there's a line behind me, so now you're going to deep throat me until I blow."

James took a deep breath, and before he could draw a second, her giant sausage was already racing back into the depths of his throat. She held his face against her pelvis for a few moments before pushing and pulling his head back and forth on her cock at a steady pace. Her huge black orbs smacked into his chin repeatedly as slurping sounds filled the vicinity. "You love the dark meat, don't you bitch? Yeah, wiggle that tongue across the bottom of my cock. I've got a thick, creamy drink just for you."

The woman buried in his ass screamed out her climax and began smacking his hip repeatedly. Her creamy cum flooded into his anal cavity and plugged up the little space she wasn't already occupying. "FUCK YES! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!" As she humped his ass and milked out every possible spurt, excess cum was already beginning to leak out of his asshole and gather at the bottom of the rubber pool.

Monique then reached her peak and gave out a long, deep moan. James could actually feel a large bulge of sperm race down her cock, over his tongue, and explode into his stomach as she blew the first of several god-like gobs down his throat. His face was starting to turn red as she fucked his head like a rag doll, dropping the largest, thickest load into his stomach that he had endured to date. The hot jizz flooded upward and began seeping out of his nose as Monique continued to shaft his slimey mouth in orgasmic bliss.

After several smaller volleys of spunk had been deposited in his guts, Monique took two long steps backward and her glistening black pole slowly extricated itself from James' throat. It slid out of his mouth and dipped down, a giant wad of cum following and hitting the rubber surface below with a wet smack. He coughed up even more cum before his throat was clear and he was able to inhale a deep breath, normal color slowly returning to his face. She gave him a couple pats on the head before stepping out of the pool. "I'll see you again tonight baby, count on it."

The blonde woman had already removed herself from the pool, and now the Asian woman he had seen earlier was standing in her place, sizing up his body and reading the words written on his ass cheeks. "Hmmm, looks like I get second crack at the 'jizz chute.' Lucky me!" As she began inserting her thick 13 inches into his asshole, the Russian woman stepped into view with her 16 inch dick in hand. "Hello boy! I hope you got plenty of room in that 'sperm tank' of yours." There were five women already standing behind her, waiting their turn and in the distance he could see some late comers just arriving in the hall. James quickly realized that despite the trial he had endured the previous night, the term "long night" was about to be redefined.

As the drinking, eating, recreational drug use and debauchery continued into the long evening hours, Jeanne found herself content at the success of her party. The dumb cunts chained to the wall weren't being used much, but she did see some of her guests go over and fuck their useless mouths from time to time.

James, on the other hand, was a wild success. As amazon after amazon shot enormous loads into his mouth and ass, the jizz pool was slowly but surely filling. The lines at his mouth and ass never ended, and sometimes the women would get so fed up with waiting that they would simply walk up to the side of the pool and jerk themselves off, blowing giant wads of goopy cum all over his body. The jizz would slowly slide off his head, back and ass, gliding down the slippery bubble and adding to the lake of cum below. 

Amid the crazed sex, Jeanne had even collaborated with several of her guests on future projects and potential business ventures. All-in-all, things couldn't be going better. She sighed and smiled, Monique joining her as she watched two of her big dicked companions fucking James into another dimension.

"He's really something. Where did Cereza find him?"

"On the internet. Bitch got lucky."

"I'll say. Do you think there's any chance she would sell him?"

"Not if you offered her ten million dollars. She knows how he lucky she is, and on top of that, I think she's got some kind of sick, puppy love thing going on with him."

"What? Fuuuuccckkkk. Well, she lent him to you for the weekend, maybe we could work out something like that?"

"Yeah, maybe if you suck her cock first... and she already has him to take care of that. She lent him to me because I'm her friend, but don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you."

"Thanks!" Monique beamed. "I'm going to go plow his ass one more time."

"By all means, enjoy. After that I think I'm going to wrap things up. It's getting late."

It had been five hours since the party began as Monique blew her load into James' ass for the third time that night. Almost every woman in the hall had already taken a turn with both James' sloppy mouth and his fucked out asshole, and many of them had gone back for seconds and thirds. The rubber pool was a cauldron of warm jizz, the creamy spunk having reached the 9 inch mark of the 12 inch pool. Several of the women had already taken their leave, or were now leaving, but even more had stayed behind for what Jeanne promised would be a truly "grand finale."

James was in a half-conscious daze as Jeanne and Monique began to unchain him from the cum drenched latex bubble seat. There were no big dicked women fucking him at the moment, and yet to him it felt like they still were. He had seemingly forgotten what it was like not to have giant shemale cocks filling him for hours at a time. As his limbs were freed, Jeanne pushed him off the slick sphere and he landed in the pool with a wet splat, waves of cum dividing and then crashing down on top of him. Dozens of the women had gathered around and were now laughing at his plight and commenting on what an absolute whore he was.

As Monique chucked the latex ball and chains out of the pool, Jeanne grabbed him by the arms, dragged him to the center of the pool, and fixed him in a kneeling position, sitting upright. "Stay just like that slut. Everyone wants to thank you properly for doing such a good job tonight!"

As Jeanne stepped out of the pool, all of the women standing around the perimeter were already fisting their cocks in long, fast strokes. Jeanne confirmed that William was filming the ordeal before grabbing her cock and joining in on the fun. James kneeled in 9 inches of creamy spunk, the sound of squishing flesh and slapping nutsacks filling the hall as two dozen hung shemales prepared to drown him in their filth.

At first it was just one woman screaming and erupting, then three, then ten at once, and seconds later, all of them were firing their loads directly at James simultaneously. Sloshing webs of cum flew into his body and exploded like wet balloons, the sheer force battering him around slightly and the sheer amount covering him until his skin could scarcely be seen beneath the white custard coating. For some two or three minutes, moaning, screams of pleasure and blasts of milky white sludge were all that existed.

As the women's climaxes slowly died down and the shots of cum slowed to a trickle, Jeanne was somehow as energetic as ever. "Monique, let's get started."

Monique nodded, producing a long, white length of rope which she began feeding into the rings along the edge of the pool. She and Jeanne quickly worked to loop the rope around the pool, knotting it on one end once they'd made it all the way around. "Ladies, if you could give us a hand?"

At Monique's suggestion, the women all stepped forward and grabbed the edges of the pool. Together they began lifting the banks upward as Jeanne pulled the rope tighter and tighter. The walls of rubber rose up above James' head and the jizz level quickly began to rise as he was slowly entombed in a giant globe of rubber and cum. "Wait!" he yelled, suddenly coming to his senses.

The women just chortled and mocked him as Jeanne pulled the rope as tight as it would go. She tied it off, the pool now a giant circular prison of semen. "William! Duct tape please." William appeared at her side within seconds and handed her the large roll of grey adhesive. Jeanne and Monique took turns pulling long swaths of the tape and using it to seal the top of the rubber ball, completely covering the small circle that was still open to the outside. Inside the sealed rubber ball, James was chest deep in the women's spunk, struggling just to keep his head above the sea of their jizz.

"Alright, spread out everyone!" Jeanne shouted, almost giddy. Like a seasoned pro she made a short dash forward and delivered the first swift quick to the oversized ball, sending it spinning over to Monique. Monique stopped the ball with her powerful thighs, backed up, and gave it another strong kick, passing it over to one of the other women across the way. James slid around inside the ball, his face and chest gliding across rubber and diving through sperm. As the woman turned his predicament into the most perverse form of soccer ever, he was battered with kicks from their booted feet. The rubber walls took a good amount of the sting away, but only in the physical sense, certainly not to any scrap of pride he may have been clinging to.

"Cumball!" the blonde amazon from earlier called out.

"Spoogeball!" Monique chimed in.

"Oooh, I like that even better" the Asian shemale replied.

"If they showed this on TV, I might actually watch sports!" the Russian dom shouted to much laughter and applause.

As the game wore on, the guests slowly began to lose interest. They drank the final beverage of their choosing and thanked Jeanne as they exited the hall. The ball finally came to a stop and James was left lying in the sticky prison for a while as the party wound down and the remaining guests departed. It was Monique who took a box cutter and cut the rope at the top of the ball, allowing the pool to flop outward into its original shape and dropping James into a more manageable 9 inches of filth.

"Now that is a lovely sight" she said, ducking down near the edge of the pool and putting her face right in James' view. "I had an awesome time tonight baby! Hope to see you again soon." She planted her dark lips over his and shoved her tongue in his mouth, leaving him with a deep French kiss to remember her."

Rising up, she brushed some cum off her body and headed for the entrance. "Great party Jeanne. I'll call you tomorrow."

"You'd better hooker" she responded playfully.

Jeanne looked around at her disheveled hall. It was quite a mess to clean up. As William got started on that very task, she went over to check on her female slaves. She found them exactly as she had left them, bound and whimpering. "You two sluts weren't that useful tonight, not that you ever are. Let's see if you got enough to eat at least..." She undid Jessica's ball gag and the bound woman began begging again immediately.

"PLEASE Mistress, I need to cum! Just let me cum! You've teased us for so long. We've done what you've asked! PLEASE!!!"

Jeanne scoffed at her. "You've never done anything I asked WELL. You think you deserve a reward?" She reached back to deliver another slap to her face, but paused for a moment, suddenly having an idea. It was the kind of twisted idea that only sprouts from the mind of a true pervert and sadist. "Ok... you want to cum?"

"YES! PLEASE!!!"

She looked at Claire, who was still gagged. "And you want to cum?"

The red head whimpered and nodded yes in response.

"Alright, I'll let you cum. Under one condition..." She turned around. "William, go and fetch the keys to their chastity belts."

"Right away, mistress" he replied before departing in haste.

As she waited for William, Jeanne began undoing the chains and arm binders for both women. She removed Claire's gag as well, setting all the bondage gear in a pile to the side. By the time she had finished, William returned and handed her both of the keys. As William resumed his duties, Jeanne walked over to James and the jizz filled pool.

"Here's your condition..." she said, tossing both of the keys into the disgusting gruel. "You may cum as many times as you like between now and tomorrow morning, but you may only do so if your orgasm originates from James." The two women's faces were pictures of dejection, but ticked visibly with desperation. "He is your play thing until I come get you tomorrow morning. Use him well."

The slave girls, needing no further prodding, ran towards the pool and practically dove into the filth, searching around for the keys to their demonic belts.

"I'm warning you!" Jeanne yelled, pointing to the security camera in the corner of the room "If I check that tape tomorrow and I see you stupid little whores touching yourselves or touching each other, not only will I BRAND you, your next stretch of chastity will be twice as long. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

James didn't know what had gone wrong with Jeanne's childhood to transform her into the warped lunatic that she was today, but he realized now that it would take an international team of psychologists to figure it out.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 04



Enduring much depravity and biding his time, James finally gains a chance to learn more about his mysterious dominatrix. However, the best laid plans of Mistress and slave often go astray... 

Bayonetta's Abuse IV - Date With A Witch

The sunlight poured into Bayonetta's studio apartment, brightening every corner of the typically drab dungeon-like dwelling. It was an early summer day and all the windows had been opened, the humid air rolling in on a light afternoon breeze. Jim Morrison's electric voice filled the room as The Doors blared on the living room stereo. Bayonetta face fucked James on the leather sofa, her screams of pleasure piercing through the music. They were both sweating profusely, she in her skin tight leather and James in his latex bondage. The entire room reeked of perspiration, cum and marijuana smoke.

"Yeah... cmon! More tongue! Take me there, slut!" she yelled as she crammed her fully erect cock into his open mouth. James' head hung off the front side of the sticky couch, his legs leaning up against the back of the seat. Bayonetta held him by the throat, increasing and decreasing the gag factor at her leisure as she speared all 16 inches of her slimy horse dick down his gullet. The blood had long ago gone to James' head and all he could see was the jerky, upside down motion of her frenzied fucking as her massive sweaty orbs smacked into his eyes and nose repeatedly.

"Like the view, bitch? Is it hot enough for you? Maybe if you did a better job sucking my cock you wouldn't have to suffer like this for twenty minutes at a time." She fucked his throat deeply and powerfully, withdrawing only half of her fleshy rod before burying it back in his sloppy mouth. James' arms stuck to the cum splattered cushions like glue, her recent emissions and the intense heat creating a powerful adhesive as she continued thrusting him into the sticky leather mess. Moans and sucking noises escaped from his lips as the brutal throat fucking went on.

"Ohhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHFUCK!!!!"

Bayonetta jammed her enormous penis in to the hilt, holding his head in a death grip against her crotch. With his face mashed firmly into her scrotum James could feel the fat, fleshy bag twitch as shot after shot of thick jizzum fired down her cock and hosed into his throat and stomach. "Yeah! Drink it! DRINK IT!!!"

Halfway through her climax, Bayonetta released his head and pulled out of his mouth with a wet slurp. Sludge-like semen spilled out as he cleared his throat and gasped for air. Rising to her full height she began stroking her cock rapidly, milking out several more webs of cum which rained down on James' latex suit with soft splats.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh.... yeah..." she purred contentedly, her hand eventually slowing and releasing her spent cock. She turned around and sat on James' midsection, lounging back with a smile on her face. Her weight crushed him even further into the cum slick couch as she adjusted her body so that her balls hung just above his well fucked mouth. "As soon as you catch your breath, be a dear and clean those off for me."

He immediately began licking and sucking her bloated nutsack, vacuuming the sweat and semen off her smooth, warm flesh. Bayonetta reached over to the end table and picked up her custom quellazaire, lifting it to her lips and taking a drag of the potent ganga. The inhalation magnified the pleasure she received from her slaves' tongue and she gazed down at him lovingly. "Mmmmmm... very good slut. Let's see, I fed you breakfast a couple hours ago, and that was lunch. If you're lucky, maybe you'll get dinner straight from the tap as well!" She chortled and took another puff from the opera-length tube before setting it down. Her smile faded into a look of contemplation as she leaned her head back against his legs and stared at the ceiling.

His task complete, James couldn't help but notice that Bayonetta seemed lost in thought. It wasn't like her at all to mentally drift off in the middle of one of their sessions. "Mistress, is everything alright?"

"Hmmm? Oh... yes, I'm fine" she stated, suddenly standing up and walking across the room to turn the music down. As she did, James righted himself on the couch, the latex of his suit making an audible sucking noise as it separated from the warm leather. He rolled his head around his neck in circles, stretching his sore muscles and allowing the blood flow to return to normal. Bayonetta turned from the stereo crossing her arms below her plentiful breasts. "It's just, I'm turning a CERTAIN age very soon and I find it a little unsettling. I know it's just a number and I shouldn't care, but..."

"And what age would that be?"

She cocked her head in his direction, glaring coldly. "You should know better than to ever ask a woman THAT question."

"Sorry Mistress, just curious" he grinned sheepishly.

"Curiosity killed the cat. You would do well to remember that, Cheshire."

"Cheshire?"

"Yes, that's my new nickname for you. 'Slut', 'bitch' and 'whore' are perfectly suitable names for a cock sucking, ass worshipping slave, but even when you're committing the most depraved acts, you're really quite cute. 'Cheshire' is a much better name for an adorable pet, don't you think?"

"I can't argue with that" he replied, blushing mildly.

Bayonetta suddenly unfolded her arms, pointing at James with her index finger as she realized something. "Come to think of it... I never did learn when your birthday was. I forgot to check your ID before I put your wallet in storage. When IS your special day?"

"As a matter of fact, my birthday was just a week and a half ago."

"What? And you didn't say anything?"

"...you didn't ask, Mistress."

"Well this simply won't do!" she exclaimed, a coy smile spreading across her face as she crossed the room and grabbed him by the chin. "Even naughty slaves deserve a treat on their birthday, and you... you've been so very good."

She released his chin and placed her hands on her hips, thinking for a moment. "Yes, I know just how to resolve this. I will grant you one wish. One wish, as long as it's a reasonable request and within my power. So, Cheshire, tell me... what does your heart desire?" She grasped her flaccid cock with her leather gloved hands, winking at him and giving it a gentle tug. "Other than this, of course."

James knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn't about to let her know that he'd been waiting for this chance for months. "Anything I want eh? Hmmm..."

"Just, no heads on plates" Bayonetta responded dryly "And you cannot wish to be freed, but that's a given."

"Anything..." He put on a convincing act of mulling it over, dragging it out just long enough to belie any suspicion that his idea was not a sudden one. "Alright, I've got the perfect wish. I want a date."

"What?!?"

"You heard me. A date."

"What kind of date?"

"A normal one. Dinner, maybe a movie; you and me out on the town for a night! Not Mistress and slave, just James and Bayonetta."

Bayonetta's eyes sunk, her posture betraying her sudden annoyance and incredulity. "Of all the things you could have..."

"And that's not the best part! No fetish gear allowed! We both wear formal evening attire."

She collapsed into the nearest chair, groaning and closing her eyes. "I take it back. You are a very, very naughty slave."

James chuckled at her reaction, leaning back into the leather sofa and placing his arms behind his head. "It's not an unreasonable request Mistress, and it's certainly within your power."

They sat in silence for a few moments before her eyes peeked open. "I suppose you're right. Still, wouldn't you rather have a..."

"No."

Bayonetta sighed, rising from the chair. "Fine, a dinner date tomorrow night then. I'll do some shopping for you this evening. I already have your measurements from when I ordered the bondage suit. My opera gown hasn't been cleaned yet, but... I'm sure I have another dress or two, somewhere."

"I can't wait to see it."

She grabbed her cock once again, stroking it lewdly up and down. "I'll bet you can't. Now get on your stomach, Cheshire. I want your ass hanging off the side of that couch. It's time for you to pay for your curiosity."

He assumed the position, a smug grin on his face as he prepared for what was sure to be a fearsome pounding. "Yes mistress."

It was a little over 24 hours later when James found himself standing near the front door, inspecting himself in the hallway mirror. Bayonetta had picked out a sleek, yet traditional combination of black jacket and dress pants to complement his white, button down shirt. The small, black bow tie completed the image, his transformation from filthy sex slave to gentlemen dinner companion complete. He adjusted his tie and fastened his jacket smoothly around his midsection as he waited for Bayonetta to finish getting ready. He put his right hand in his pocket and posed like a playboy, putting on his most dashing smile. It wasn't long before he heard the bathroom door open and he stepped back into the living room to meet his similarly transformed mistress.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked cheerfully, turning on her heels and spinning around slowly to provide him with a full view of her eveningwear. Her hair was up, as always, but in a much more elaborate shape than usual. Her eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss were applied perfectly, giving her a sultry look without overdoing it. A long, thick clip of her dark tresses tumbled over the left side of her face, giving her an incredible feminine allure. She wore pearls on her ears and a thin silky top over her shoulders that barely concealed her snow white skin. The top ended at the halfway point of her bosom where the stunning dark blue dress took over. It somehow managed to contain her massive breasts while elegantly hugging the rest of her curves. The amazing sapphire garment sparkled just slightly, ending at her lower legs where it terminated in a curve, exposing a little more of her left leg than her right.

James was dumbfounded at first, but managed to untie his tongue in short order. "You look..... amazing."

Bayonetta blushed a little despite her best efforts. She hastily shook off the warm, flushed feeling and inspected her well dressed pet. "Mmmmm, you clean up pretty good yourself." She crossed the room slowly, her hips swaying from side to side. She set her handbag down and grasped his bow tie, tugging it at both ends. "Not the suit I prefer to see you in, but I suppose it's a nice change of pace."

James smirked, closing his eyes and bowing slightly as he extended his arm in the direction of the hallway. "Shall we depart, my lady?"

The drive that followed was brief and uneventful, Bayonetta having chosen a favorite establishment of hers just within the city limits. After handing her keys to a valet she and James walked into a brightly lit, white stone building simply titled "Lasserre." As they entered the ornate restaurant they were greeted by the maitre d' and it became clear that Bayonetta was a regular here.

"Hello Marucs" she said, smiling and extending her hand "It's good to see you again."

The head waiter immediately took her hand and planted a gentle kiss across the top. "Madame Lepetka, it's been far too long. Although your reservation was sudden, we've managed to secure your usual table. Jacob will be your waiter this evening, but if there is anything to your dissatisfaction, ask for me and it will be remedied swiftly."

The well dressed, middle aged man bowed to Bayonetta and gave James a respectful nod before handing them off to the much younger waiter. As they followed him further into the elaborate eatery, James gave Bayonetta a quizzical look. "Lepetka?"

"Oh, just a name I borrow from time to time" she answered with a wink.

They entered the main dining room which, realistically, seemed more like a ball room. The tall windows on either side of the hall were adorned with velvet drapes. Sparkling chandeliers hung from a myriad of points in the tall ceiling and candles flickered on each well groomed table. On the way to their seats, they passed another young man playing a large concert piano. Bayonetta waved to him and the musician smiled and nodded back as his hands flowed over the keys. Finally they arrived at their seats and the two of them were alone once again as Jacob left to fetch warm bread and a pitcher of fresh spring water.

"This place is something else..." James remarked, looking around the giant room and drinking in the lush atmosphere.

"The service is good, the food is excellent, and the wine list is to die for!" Bayonetta replied, already perusing the list of vintage beverages. James picked up one of the menus and began thumbing through it. The frustration was evident on his face as he suddenly regretted taking Spanish in high school instead of French. She noticed his reaction and couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. "Don't worry, I'll order for both of us."

James shifted in his chair uncomfortably, straightening his jacket and trying to maintain his cool demeanor. His charm offensive wasn't exactly going according to plan, but the night was still young. As he eyed the enormous bar on the other side of the hall, he noted that at the very least, access to alcohol was not going to be a problem.

Jacob soon returned, setting the refreshments on the table and preparing to take their order. Bayonetta chose an expensive wine and ordered several menu items that James couldn't even pronounce, let alone identify. Once the wine was poured and the waiter was gone, he settled down, confident that his patience was about to pay off.

"So, are you enjoying my birthday wish so far?"

"I think that's a question I should be asking you" she retorted, placing her elbows on the table and her head in the bridge of her folded hands. "Considering what you could have had, are you sure this wasn't a giant waste?"

"Positive" he replied, admiring her elegance in the dim candlelight. It was so odd seeing her dressed as a debutante after the endless and unfathomable debauchery they'd engaged in, but the strangeness of it did not make her dark beauty any less compelling. He took a sip from his wine glass before speaking again. "I suppose it wouldn't be a date without the usual, awkward questions. So, Miss Lepetka, I'm curious... what exactly is it that you do for a living?"

Bayonetta lifted her head and leaned back in her chair, looking bored as she took a large sip from her glass. "If you must know, I'm a consultant for a large, corporate marketing firm. We do analysis and research of certain trends within..."

"Bullshit."

"....excuse me?"

"I said bullshit" he set his glass down on the table calmly. "Would you like me to say it again?"

She raised an eyebrow, the intrigue written clearly on her face. "I have a boring day life. Why is that so unbelievable?"

"Several observable reasons. Your schedule is too irregular to accommodate that kind of job. With the amount of time you spend in your dungeon, a full time job wouldn't allow you to go to a gym regularly and maintain that hot body of yours. Most of all, after spending several months with you I can say without a doubt that any kind of office or research position would drive you absolutely insane."

Eyes wide open now, her pupils dilated as the interrogation clearly took her by surprise. "You're too clever by half, Cheshire." She took another sip of her drink, looking off into the distance and debating how she should respond to this challenge. After a few moments she set the glass back down and locked her gaze squarely on James. "Very well... THE TRUTH, then." She grinned wildly, as if she were about to tell the biggest whopper of them all. "I'm a spy, an assassin, a saboteur, and most of all.... a witch."

James didn't blink. "Now that, I believe."

He took another drink as Bayonetta's grin collapsed into flummoxed seriousness. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Now it was Bayonetta's turn to pivot restlessly in her chair, her inner voice groaning at the prospect that her life had just become significantly more complicated. "And it doesn't bother you that I've just admitted to participating in murder and terrorism?"

James paused for a moment, considering his answer carefully. "I don't know who you're targeting or what your reasons are, so I'm not about to pass judgment. Besides, I'd be a hypocrite to enjoy this meal if I really thought your money was that dirty. In the end it comes down to trust, and I trust you."

Bayonetta's mouth opened slightly as confusion and surprise spread across her face. She was not at all prepared to respond to such overwhelming words, and she thanked her lucky stars as Jacob reappeared. 'Saved by the dinner tray...'

As the opulent meal was presented to them course by course, the wine flowed freely and they began to talk of many topics more openly. Bayonetta taught him a few words and phrases in French and also saved James from a trip to the hospital, realizing at the last minute that one of the dishes she had ordered contained an ingredient he was allergic to. The evening flew by as they ate rich food and enjoyed each others company in the romantic venue.

As they finished the final course, James knew the time had come to up the ante. They were both lightly buzzed from the fine drink, but she wasn't about to give up her deepest secrets after a few glasses of wine. "What do you say we wrap up this meal with something a little stronger? It's been forever since I had the opportunity."

"You mean liquor? I'm really not much of a drinker, but help yourself to anything you'd like."

"Oh cmon, you can make an exception for my birthday, can't you? I want to see Bayonetta with her hair down."

She stared back at him, obstinately. "Thank you, no."

He leaned back in his seat, swishing wine around his glass as he quickly changed tactics. "Is that apprehension in your voice? Do I detect a fear of cutting loose?"

Her teeth were practically grinding. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about the big, bad dominatrix who's scared she might lose control for a few hours."

*SMACK* Her hand hit the table loud enough for half the restaurant to hear.

"WAITER!" she yelled, the young man scurrying over to check on them in a hurry. "I want a 40 of vodka and two shot glasses. NOW!"

"Youuuurrrre MY bish. You know that, right?!?"

James propped up Bayonetta, her arm around his shoulder as Marcus ran her credit card. They stood near the entrance, Bayonetta swaying and stumbling around as James supported her considerable weight. She turned and looked at Marcus, her eyes glossy and her cheeks completely flushed.

"He's MY bish.... My bitch! My bish bitch. He's my bish, and I'm gonna take him home....... and fuck him. IN THE BUTT! HAHAHAHA!"

Marcus clasped his hands nervously, wishing the transaction would hurry up and clear. New guests continued to arrive at the entrance and they were all bearing witness to the show she was putting on. "I'm sure you will, Madame" he said in exasperation before motioning for James to lean in. "Perhaps I should call a cab?"

James nodded, feeling more than a little tipsy himself. "That might be best."

As he began leading her down the long carpet into the cool night air, she started up again. "Cab? I don't need a cab... I drize good. I drize even better, when, ooooooh..." She swooned a bit suddenly. After recovering, she ducked her face right in front of his. "On the road oz life... there are passensengers, and drizers.... And passengers. But I'm a drizer!" She laughed at her non-joke, patting him on the chest.

James rolled his eyes as he led her down to the sidewalk. He had not expected her to take their little "competition" so seriously and could only watch in bewilderment as she drank herself to oblivion in record time. His plan had backfired completely, and now he could only hope that she would be able to remember her own address.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 04



The cab arrived a few minutes later and James quickly opened the door, helping Bayonetta in gently. As he climbed in behind her, the old gentleman in the driver's seat turned around. "Where to?"

"Six sixteen Gehenna street." Bayonetta managed to sputter out before drooping her head over the back seat cushion. She lay there only for a moment before leaning against James, looking up into his eyes. "Mmmmm, my handsome little slut." She planted a kiss on his cheek and nestled her head onto his shoulder, half asleep as the car pulled onto the street.

Fifteen minutes later James peered into the darkness as the car progressed slowly through a middle class neighborhood. They were the kind of suburbs that you would find in any nice town. White picket fences, well mowed lawns, two cars in every garage, the usual crap. As they entered the deepest part of the development, however, the formula began to change. These houses were bigger and not as close together, each containing a fair amount of property as a buffer. This was clearly the upper-middles class section, and the cab didn't stop until they reached the very end.

"616 Gehenna. That'll be $42.50."

James looked out the window, only able to make out vague details in the dark. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

"My GPS don't lie, boss."

The sudden conversation had awoken Bayonetta and she fished around in her hand bag briefly before handing him a hundred dollar bill. "Keep it" she said as she opened the door and slowly got out.

"Heyyyyy, thanks! Call again any time!"

James shut the the door behind him and the cab sped off into the night. The stylishly dressed couple were left standing in the road, their eyes adjusting to the darkness as a symphony of crickets assaulted their ears. He could see the dwelling in the distance more clearly now, a long cobblestone driveway leading up to the sizeable two story house. It was isolated from the rest of the community, completely surrounded by thick forest on three sides. Bayonetta didn't appear to be wealthy on the level of Jeanne, but it was clear she was living comfortably.

She took a step forward suddenly and half stumbled, James quickly grabbing her hips from behind. "Whoa, slow down there."

"I'm alright" she delcared, her speech slowly returning to normal "But hold on to me, just in case." They walked slowly up the stone path, the moon's glow guiding their steps in the absence of any lights. Upon reaching the front porch, Bayonetta took her keys from her bag and dropped them playfully on the ground. "Ooops."

As James reached down and picked them up, she grabbed his left ass cheek and squeezed firmly, giggling as he opened the door. They walked into the foyer, Bayonetta tossing her bag on the nearby couch and immediately heading up the long staircase to the second floor. James lingered for a few moments, walking into her living room and taking a quick look around, the pale moonlight dimly illuminating the sparsely furnished area. He scanned the first floor carefully, looking for anything that would unravel the puzzle that was his mistress.

"Oh Jaaammmmeeeesssss.... up here!" she called from the top of the stairs.He headed up the staircase, continuing to look around and make mental notes as he ventured further into the shadowy dwelling. 'This has to be her real home, yet...' His eyes darted around as he reached the top of the stairs, his gaze scanning for things that should be there, but weren't. There was an occasional painting or piece of abstract art throughout the house, but nothing else. 'No pictures. Not a single picture of any living person. No clocks. Not a mounted clock, a grandfather or a digital display of any kind. The house was silent, still, and Bayonetta had yet to turn on a single light. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was a place where time stood still.

He entered her bedroom and found Bayonetta already shedding her clothes, her back to him as she pulled off her radiant dress. The moonlight spilled into her bedroom through large, arched windows, outlining her curves as she slowly disrobed, tossing her bra aside. Her massive breasts free of their lacy bondage; she turned around, grabbing James by the arm and leading him to her bed. She was still half glazed, but it seemed like she had regained her balance for the most part. She helped James out of his jacket before pushing him down on the edge of the bed. "Be right back, boy. Get out of those clothes in the meantime."

She crossed the floor to the bedroom's private bath, flicking the light switch on and pulling her panties to the side. She moved to the toilet, grasped her flaccid 12 inches and began unloading a truly staggering volume of hot piss. James could hear her moaning in the background as she cleansed herself of half the nights' libations. He promptly shed his button down shirt and dress pants, tossing them in the nearest corner.

As Bayonetta plodded back to the bed, she spotted him sitting in nothing but his underwear. "Ugh..." she lamented, eyeing his calvin klein briefs "Remind me to burn those tomorrow." She took hold of her cock, stroking it firmly but finding it more difficult than usual to achieve full mast. She stepped closer, aiming her hips at his face and holding the fat length up to his lips. "I'm still a little out of it. Put that tongue to work, slut."

James did better than that, not only sucking the first 6 inches into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, but reaching out with his hands and cupping her smooth, fleshy spheres. He sucked and slurped away on her sensitive head, kneading her massive scrotum in rhythm with his oral ministrations. She moaned and placed her hands on his head, the blood flow to her erogenous zones increasing rapidly. "FUCK! Yes... suck it good baby! Harder on my balls! They can take it."

It wasn't long before her hungry tool expanded to its full length and thickness, urging James backward as it inflated in his mouth. Finally, she shoved his head off her cock, quickly grabbing him by the legs and pushing him back onto the bed. She followed immediately, stepping onto the mattress with somewhat wobbly legs, dropping beside him and quickly pulling him into her chest. They lay in the spoons position, Bayonetta roughly grabbing his briefs and pulling them to the side before lining up her colossal penis with his tight pucker. "Nice and smooth slut, here we go..."

He grimaced as her cock slid up his back door, the entry less direct than he was used to. She maneuvered her head right next to his, moaning and licking the side of his face as she jammed more and more of her cock up his ass in short thrusts. James grunted and writhed in her grasp, his anal lips stretching wide as she continued the hurried, lubeless advance. "AHHHH! GUUHHH! Mistress! It's too tight!!!"

"Feels... just right... to me!" she responded through panted breaths, now fucking him significantly faster. Her cock tingled, radiating pleasure as she buried it balls deep in his stretched out asshole. "Take it bitch! SUCK ME IN! Oh fuck that's good..." She nibbled on his neck and ear as the pace of her thrusts increased even faster.

"FUCK! YES!! FUCK!!! OHHFUCK!!!! YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

Her cock jolted in his packed ass before the first pocket of warm seed splattered into his innards. Bayonetta groaned loudly, groping her hands all over his chest and lower torso as she bucked into him nonstop, quivering with each blast of cum. Her wet thrusting became increasingly loud and sloppy as thick jizz squished out of his asshole, coating her pounding phallus like engine grease.

As the last sticky loads dribbled out of her slick pole, Bayonetta sighed in deep satisfaction. She nudged herself more comfortably into the bed, keeping her arms firmly around James and her rigid cock lodged in his butt. She muttered to herself as the after glow of orgasm and the lingering intoxication lulled her swiftly off to sleep. "Mmmm... Always making momma feel good... Always there for momma... Such a good little slut... I love you slut."

Within moments, the only sound James could hear was the soft whistle of air passing through her nose. He lay in her embrace, looking around the shadowy bedroom as her ample breasts gently pressed up against his back and then contracted in cadence. Unable to sleep, he replayed the events of the day in his mind, looking for connections and explanations.

'She called herself... a witch?'

The dark, timeless, impersonal environment stared back at him, begging the question, and Bayonetta's warm embrace could not prevent the shiver going up his spine.



Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 05



Can deep love abide between Mistress and slave? Or will it always be a matter of sex and punishment? Only a trial by fire will tell. 

Bayonetta's Abuse V - Flames Of Passion

James was deep asleep as the rain pitter-pattered against the large, arched window opposite the bed. Only the smallest amount of light crept into the large bedroom, the grey, cloud-filled sky creating a dark and ominous day outside. As Bayonetta began to stir, she held her hand up to her face, the hangover pounding at her skull as she slowly extended her long legs and rose from the bed.

"Fuck me..."

She staggered across the dreary room, head in hand, grasping for the light switch blindly. Finding it, she turned the light on, her headache flaring as the bright bathroom light bulbs beamed into her eyelids. "Ahhh! DAMMIT!" She hastily opened the medicine cabinet, popped two tylenol and turned back into the main room, her eyes still adjusting.

She stopped at her dresser and pulled out a bra and a pair of her black, satin, ultra-stretch panties, gradually dressing herself as her head continued to buzz. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, grumbling as her morning wood was tucked tightly against her thigh. A light rumble of thunder echoed in the distance as she made her way back to the bed. She observed her slave sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming about a normal life... chasing skirts, drinking with his buddies, whatever it was that he did when he still had his freedom. As she gazed down at him, the memories of the night before started to rush into her mind, and the more she remembered, the colder her eyes became.

*SMACK*

"Wake up you little shit!"

The fierce crack across his face brought him around almost immediately, James' cheek smarting painfully and his eyes blinking as the face of an angry mistress came into focus. "Ughhhnn..... good morning to you too."

"I am NOT in the mood for your sarcastic bullcrap. Get up!"

As he began to rise, she grabbed him by the arm, yanking him off the bed and onto his feet, pulling him quickly towards the bathroom as he struggled to keep his balance. She shoved him roughly into the bathroom and he almost fell into the tub, a quick grab of her towel rack saving him from a nasty collision.

"Shit, shower and shave. I'm going to go get the car. By the time I'm back, you'd better be clean as a whistle."

The door slammed loudly, and as James pulled himself to a full standing position he could hear a chair being roughly wedged into the door, locking him inside.

'......Well, looks like I'm in the dog house.'

An hour and a half later they were both back on the road, presumably heading to her apartment, although James wasn't sure. The rain poured down in loud sheets as they drove, thunder and lightning cracking across the sky with regularity. Bayonetta had barely said three words to him since she got back and her eyes were fixed squarely ahead as she drove. He had not expected her to be thrilled with how the previous evening ended, but he didn't understand her intense reaction either. He glanced over at his dark goddess, trying to gauge her disposition.

"Mistress, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine" she answered curtly. She reached over to the center console and turned the radio on, quickly scanning it to the nearest news station. It was clear she wasn't interested in conversation right now. James sighed internally, wondering just how much trouble he'd gotten himself into.

It wasn't long before they arrived at her building. Bayonetta quickly parked, grabbed him by the arm and marched him back into her studio dungeon.

"Get out of those, now" she ordered, gesturing to his dress clothes. The fine suit was all wrinkled and disheveled, having sat in a pile throughout the night and then put back on hurriedly before they left the house. He removed the articles one by one, gently folding them over the back of her leather arm chair as she moved around the main room, gathering up some of her toys. As soon as he was naked, she grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back, smoothly slapping on a pair of metal handcuffs. She walked him directly to the waterbed on the other side of the large room, turned him around to face her, and then backhanded him with more force than she had ever used. The blow was incredibly loud, his entire head wrenching to one side as his body spun and collapsed on the bed with a wet thud.

"You LITTLE TURD! Did you think you could just get me loaded like some HUSSY?!? I bet you think that was really cute... You won't for much longer."

He wanted to reply, but he was too busy counting his teeth with his tongue and confirming that his jaw still worked. The blurry vision wasn't helping either. As he lay there in a daze, Bayonetta quickly fixed his collar back around his neck, clicking the chain to her bed on one of its metal rings. Her slut secure, she began moving around the apartment again, discarding her casual clothes hurriedly and donning one of her black leather bustiers.

"Well congratulations bitch! You finally earned some real punishment. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for this day. Or that this is going to be anything but painful for you. Or that I'm not intensely aroused right now."

James pivoted himself on the bed, turning so he could see his Mistress in the center of the room pulling on a pair of her leather thigh-highs. The sheer ferocity in her voice was making him nervous, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could raise his voice above a whisper.

"Mistress, I'm sorry! I just wanted to get to know you better! I tried other approaches but they never worked! You didn't leave me with many options..."

She seethed at his reply, grabbing a riding crop from the table and quickly closing the distance back to the bed, her heels clacking on the wooden floor menacingly. She whipped the crop into his chin, pushing the end of it into his face forcefully.

"OPTIONS? You want options, is that it? Ok, how's this for an option? I can beat you and fuck you, or I can beat you, fuck you, and then beat you again! Which sounds better to you?!?"

He opened his mouth, but in his stunned state, no words escaped.

"Cat got your tongue? Actually, forget it. You don't get any options. In fact, I don't want to hear another word out of your fucking mouth!"

With that, she grabbed a ball gag from her nearby toy rack and approached him swiftly.

"Wait, Mistress! Please!!!"

She shoved the thick red toy into his mouth, pulling the tight latex straps back and letting them snap into the back of his head. He muttered something loud and lengthy into the thick gag, but it was completely unintelligible.

"What's that Cheshire? You're a little shit stain who's too clever for his own good and deserves a severe whipping? I couldn't agree more."

Bayonetta then grabbed him roughly by his bound arms and pushed him back into the center of the bed, face down. She left his side for a few moments, finishing her preparations and returning with a long, thick whip in hand. James couldn't see it, but when it was unfurled and it slapped against the floor loudly, he knew it was no toy. That was a real bull whip.

"Take my advice slut. Don't count the strokes. Just think of it as something you'll have to endure for the rest of the day."

A wicked grin spread across her face as she held the end of the whip above her head and started twirling it over and around her body. "Then it might be a little easier TO BEAR!"

*CRACK*

The first stroke lashed his ass cheeks harshly. James yelped into his gag, his body jolting. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it wasn't overwhelming... yet.

"This is what NAUGHY" *CRACK* "little boys GET" *CRACK* "when they MISBEHAVE!" *CRACK CRACK*

After only the fifth stroke the pain had already increased significantly. He quivered on the bed groaning fiercely into the rubber gag, his hands aching as he strained against the metal cuffs, his knees and legs bending upward reflexively, attempting to shield his bruised ass.

"Put those fucking legs down, NOW, or I will tie them down."

He lowered his legs slowly, his whole body shaking, the action requiring every ounce of his will.

"Take it like a MAN!" *CRACK* "Even if you are just a sissy boy."

The whipping stretched on for long minutes; perhaps even half an hour. James lost track of time as the blows rained down on his burning cheeks and his ass was welted nonstop. His muffled cries bellowed into the soft rubber ball every time the thick leather snapped into his skin, the pliable water filled mattress rocking with his convulsions. Thunder and lightning roared outside, the heavy rain sloshing down as his mistress chastised and belittled him, yelling obscenities and occasionally laughing like a maniac. Her sexual excitement seemed only to grow with every lash of the whip. Her thick cock stood at rigid attention, all 16 massive inches filled with blood, her left hand often stroking the fleshy length as her right hand took a break from its exertions. Dark stripes began appearing on the surface of his flesh, providing a stark contrast to the bright redness of the rest of his ass.

James wasn't sure if it was mercy that stayed her hand or merely exhaustion, but the beating finally came to an end. He heard the whip clatter on the floor and the loud rapping of her booted heels as she approached the other end of the bed and came into view. She was sweating lightly, her dark hair a slick mass shooting in an upward arcing pony tail and cascading down behind her. Bayonetta stroked her thick, pulsating cock, the member fully engorged with copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. Her generous breasts heaved and sighed, barely contained by the thick leather bustier, the rest of her body naked, glistening in the dim light. She jerked herself moistly in his face, looking down at him with a combination of lust and angry zeal as her left hand wetly slicked across her fat meat. Her expression, however, was the least troubling thing now to James. His eyes opened wide as he saw what could only be described as a red glow radiating from Bayonetta's skin.

"That certainly was FUN, wasn't it slut? But you don't look like you're having fun... Why is that?"

His terrified expression annoyed her greatly, her eyes becoming a pair of piercing daggers as she grabbed him by the collar and lowered her face down to meet his.

"YOU'RE TWO HOLES FOR ME TO FUCK! THAT'S IT!!! GOT IT?!?"

James whimpered into his gag, looking up at her pleadingly while shaking his head side to side. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from the woman he'd grown to worship and adore. She released him roughly, the chain on his collar rattling as he fell back on the bed. Bayonetta sauntered back to the opposite side, her eyes closing as she fisted her greasy cock.

"You know what's even more fun than whipping an ass raw? ....Fucking a raw ass."

She swung her legs up onto the water bed one by one, getting into place behind his reddened butt as the liquid mattress parted and waved. She pushed his legs forward and set him up on his knees, placing her thick cock right between his well-whipped cheeks and positioning herself for a long, hard fuck. He hissed and bucked as she slid the foul length up and down his crack, her sticky cock passing through his burning flesh repeatedly.

"Buckle up slut!" was her only warning as she grasped his hips firmly and jammed the business end of her mega cock into his tight hole. She thrust it in violently, giving his asshole no time to stretch and loosen as she began fucking him hard and fast. He yelled into the red rubber gag, his groans and cries barely audible above the loud slurping of her penis as her heavy ball-sack came closer and closer to smacking his ass with every stroke. She gave his right ass cheek a strong swat before tossing her head back in uncontrollable desire.

"OH YES!!! Give me that boy pussy!"

The red glow around Bayonetta's skin strengthened and brightened, her hands digging even more greedily into his flanks. James screamed and bucked as she spanked his ass harshly again and again, the blows a hundred times more painful than usual on his welted skin. He struggled against her in futility, his hands bound behind his back, his pain and desperation turning her on even more. The enormous cock hilted in his ass, her swollen orbs pushing into the bottom of his ass cheeks. His whole body strained and his face turned increasingly red as she fucked him viciously, the end of her cock plunging through his anal walls and into the depths of his colon, her hunger for his submission never satisfied.

"YEAH!!! TAKE IT! Learn to love the pain with that cock. That's what sluts like you get... PAIN and COCK. And you LOVE IT!!!"

Her pace became even more rapid, her gargantuan penis passing in and out of his sloppy ass in a blur, pre-cum and anal juices squirting and dripping all over the bed. The red ring of his pucker was stretched wide as she plowed to the deepest reaches of his innards, snarling like an animal as her climax built. James' eyes glazed over as his body was rocked back and forth, his mistress raping him even more enthusiastically than the day they had met.

Suddenly Bayonetta gasped and the wild rhythm of her fucking slowed to a crawl. James was yelling into his gag nonstop, his groans and pleas barely audible through his stuffed mouth. As she removed her fingers from his sides she saw, to her shock, that they were dripping in blood. She stared at her crison stained hands in disbelief for a few moments, a look of shame and fear spreading over her face as the red glow around her body promptly faded away.

"I... I didn't...."

She pulled her rapidly deflating cock from his ass and slid off the bed hastily, running to the bathroom and washing her hands. She returned seconds later with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a box of bandages, her face cracking with intense sorrow. She poured some of the solution over the wound on his left side, the liquid burning and cleansing the area where her fingers had dug deeply into his skin. She held him down firmly as he yelled and thrashed, applying a bandage over the gashes with some medical tape. With a heavy heart she stepped over him and repeated the process on the other side of his body, disinfecting and dressing the wound. When she was done, she moved to the head of the bed and began detaching the chain from his collar.

James looked up at his mistress, her eyes a pair of dark, shimmering saucers that were on the cusp of erupting into tears. She grabbed the key to his handcuffs from a compartment near the headboard, reaching over and using it to unlock the metal restraints before dropping it on the floor.

Bayonetta wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Her eyes darted around the room randomly, her psyche wishing to direct her gaze anywhere but at her companion. At last she did look down, their eyes meeting only for a moment.

"I'm sorry."

Her voice cracked as she struggled to get out the two simple words, her right hand rushing up to cover her mouth as she fled from the room. James sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists as normal blood flow returned to his arms. He reached around and unlatched the gag from his head, pulling the vile rubber ball from his mouth at last. "Mistress!"

He scurried off the bed, slowing down as he almost tripped over her discarded clothes and toys, making his way carefully through the dark main room. The lightning and thunder had finally moved on, leaving only the sound of drizzling rain against the windows and walls. As he passed the central hallway he could hear sobs coming from the kitchen, growing louder each moment he neared the room. He came to a stop in the entrance, spotting her immediately in the corner by the small kitchen table. She was weeping outright, her knees bent upward with her face planted in her legs, her body shaking with each new wail. James watched her silently for a few moments, unsure of what to do. He looked upon his beautiful mistress, somewhat scared and confused as he witnessed her for the first time distressed and completely vulnerable. Bayonetta then raised her head, her face a river of tears over flushed skin.

"What are you doing?!? Leave! I know you want to!"

She broke into heavy sobs again, her face turning away, unable to look him in the eyes a moment longer. James lingered a few moments before taking a deep breath and quietly walking into the room. He approached her from the side and turned himself around, sitting beside her gently. His sore ass seared as it made contact with the floor but he bit his tongue, making no sound as he joined her. He made no effort to touch, comfort or answer her, allowing her thoughts and emotions to expel themselves uninterrupted. She sobbed for another minute or so, finally turning her face in his direction once again.

"You don't need to stay here anymore! You or anyone else. I'm not even going to try again. That's what I told myself last time, but this time I mean it!"

She looked directly into his eyes, her tear-stained face looking suddenly more determined; even angry.

"I GET IT, alright? I'm a FREAK. I'm a freak who can't even control herself and it's only getting worse."

She said nothing for a few moments, mulling over in her mind how she could explain herself without telling him too much. James looked back at her innocently, purely, and she knew that if this was to be their last meeting, she still had to keep things from him.

"The longer I knew you, the more I fell for you, the less I wanted to put you through this. I don't get to have real relationships. I should have learned that by now. I knew it deep down and that's why I never opened up to you, because I knew this would happen. So please, you should leave now.... before I change my mind."

Her voice broke once again as she uttered those final words, terrified that they would be the last she ever spoke to him. She turned her head again, not wanting to see him go, but as the seconds stretched on there was no movement, until she felt a warm hand close over hers. She looked back across her body, small trails of tears running out of her eyelids. She was greeted by a placid smile, the spark of complete conviction in his eyes.

"I'm sitting right here Mistress. I'm not anywhere else. And I'm not going anywhere else unless it's with you."

She gazed back at him in total astonishment, her mind unable to process what her heart wanted so desperately to believe.

"How can you say that? After all I've..."

Her words halted in her throat, silenced as he extended his other hand and brushed a length of her dark tresses from her face.

"Cereza, did you know that you're beautiful.... even when you cry?"

Her eyes welled with fresh tears, her heart leaping the unfathomable distance from the lowest, darkest pit in her being to the loftiest mountain peak. She threw herself on James, wrapping him up in her arms, her head cradled on his right shoulder. She sobbed a bit more, holding him close as he returned her embrace, running his arms over her back gently.

"I love you so much James" she choked out, doing her utmost to restore her normal voice.

"And I love you Mistress" he answered, glad that the words were finally out in the open.

"You're mine forever now. I'll never let you go." She squeezed him tightly around the midsection, careful to avoid the bandaged areas on his hips.

"Nothing would make me happier Mistress, but please... don't shut me out. Whatever it is you're facing, you don't need to do it alone."

Bayonetta smirked, amused by the presumption in his words, but impressed by his courage nonetheless. "I won't" she spoke right next to his ear, holding the back of his head in her hand "I won't hold back anymore. I'll tell you everything in time. Just be patient with me..."




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 05



Her face rose from his shoulder, stopping directly in his line of sight. "...and stay with me always."

Their eyes met again, the souls of two lovers reflected in each others gaze; burning with such intense longing. They dove into each others mouths, Bayonetta driving her tongue as deeply into him as she could, exploring his mouth completely as she pulled his head firmly into hers. James took hold of her sides with the palms of his hands, reciprocating with his own tongue in her wet mouth. They kissed and sucked for long minutes, Bayonetta occasionally biting his tongue gently with her teeth, moaning pleasurably as she dominated him even with her mouth.

She broke the kiss momentarily only to push him on the floor, laying down on him with her massive breasts pressing firmly into his chest. Her large cock and heavy balls draped over his crotch, dwarfing his own genitals as her rod began heating up and slowly filling with blood. She held his face in her hands, diving back into his mouth over and over again, tonguing, licking and nibbling him insatiably.

At last, she pulled her mouth from his with a wet smack, standing up with a wild blush on her face. She appeared to be apprehensive about something as she re-tied her hair, but by the time she was done her expression had become resolute.

"Follow me" she imparted, walking confidently back into the main room. James got up and followed her swiftly, his face betraying his bewilderment as soon as he exited the kitchen. Bayonetta had bent herself over the nearby leather sofa, holding onto the back while her ass stuck straight out at him.

"Fuck me" she said softly over her shoulder.

"Mistress?" The idea was now so foreign to him that he could only question such a sudden and drastic change.

"You heard what I said. You may fuck me... just this once."

His stiff penis certainly wasn't opposed to the idea, but his mind was still having trouble accepting this. Their relationship, sexually, had been so clear and unwavering, so straight forward up to this point. It almost didn't feel right.

"Are you sure Mistress? I don't know if..."

"Slut!" she yelled over her shoulder "You have the rest of your life to get fucked by my big cock. On the other hand, this may be your one and only chance to use that neglected little pecker of yours. I SUGGEST YOU TAKE IT! Now FUCK ME!"

The command in her voice washed over him and any remaining doubts faded away. As he placed one hand on her ass and stroked his erection with the other he began to perceive her intention as well. Having confessed their love for each other, tonight was essentially their honeymoon. She wanted them to be connected on every level. He had proved his devotion to Bayonetta a thousand times already, and now she wanted to do the same for him. Perhaps she also sought to put him at ease after the scare from earlier. Whatever the myriad of reasons, she had placed herself before him, fighting every natural urge in her body to let him be the top for once.

Her soft white skin rose up in two generous mounds before him, gleaming in the low light of the dreary afternoon and looking ever so inviting as he positioned himself for penetration, a position that felt completely alien to him at this point. He spread her ass cheeks gently before inserting his right index finger and rolling it around in a circle, loosening her up.

"EASY! Easy! It's been a long time."

"I can tell. You're tight as a drum back here."

She made no effort to reply to his quip, gripping the back of the leather couch tightly as he worked a second finger in, moist slicking noises emanating as he sawed the digits in and out of her pucker. The tight leather of the sofa stretched loudly in her grasp as she let out a low moan, his fingers reaching new depths in her warm ass.

"Alright! That's enough! Jeez... You're not exactly John Holmes, are you? You don't need a subway tunnel. Fuck me already!"

James removed his fingers briskly and chuckled. "Yes Mistress..."

His heart skipped a beat as he pulled himself closer to her tight ass, his penis resting snugly in her crack. He placed his left hand on her ass cheek and used his right to line his cock up with her now moist pucker. He inserted it slowly but firmly, his length sliding in almost all the way before he heard her start to groan and grunt. His legs pressed into hers from behind, their warm skin meeting in a way they never had previously. The wet tightness of her ass felt heavenly around his hard prick, but he was careful not to advance too quickly.

"Are you ok Mistress?"

She spoke through clenched teeth, breathing deeply in and out of her nose. "Yes.... Fine.... Just fuck me you little bitch!"

He smirked, deciding if she was going to be like that, he might as well not hold back. He grasped her hips tightly with both hands and began working his cock in and out of her tight hole at a slow pace. After the fourth thrust he was all the way in, his scrotum colliding with her much larger ball-sack, the smooth skin of her ass and scrotum feeling amazing against his own. Bayonetta bit her bottom lip as his penis sunk into her again and again, stretching her asshole open and plowing through her moist anal walls.

James picked up the pace suddenly, letting out low moans and sighs as his pleasure steadily increased. Bayonetta cried out momentarily, but bit her tongue, her yell turning into a groan as she steeled herself against the increasingly fast pounding.

"Yeah! Fuck me good! Make it count slut! This is the only pussy you get for the rest of your perverted life! AHHHHH!!!"

He bucked into her even harder, his balls slapping loudly into hers as sweat began to run all over their bodies. She humped backward into his thrusts, grunting and grimacing through the intense slapping fucks.

"Cmon! Fuck me! Shoot your tiny load inside me so you can get back on your knees where you belong! Are you even enjoying this?!?"

Between her aggressive motions and her constant dirty chatter it felt like she was still dominating him despite their reversed roles. As their wet, noisy fucking reached a crescendo, James felt more like he was hanging on for dear life than taking charge of their sex.

The tingle of impending climax entered James' pelvis and he grasped her curves even more tightly, thrusting into her as fast as he could manage. He was fixed on auto-pilot now, his engorged penis entering and withdrawing effortlessly. His cock pistoned in and out of her tight hole a few more times before he roughly slammed into her, his rod buried to the hilt as he cried out in pleasure. His seed shot into her depths, the first time he'd had an orgasm of his own volition in almost six months. His balls emptied, shot after shot pumping into her warm reaches.

Bayonetta lay stretched out between James and the couch, panting and hanging onto the end until he finally pulled out of her with a light pop. She immediately stood up, turned, and embraced him, wrapping her arms around his body, locking his own arms at his sides. She pushed her face into his once more, plunging back into his hot mouth, the two swapping air and saliva as only two deeply in love can. After several minutes of intense tonguing and sucking, she raised her right hand up to his throat, grabbing onto his collar firmly before breaking their kiss.

"I hope you enjoyed that Cheshire."

"Yes Mistress, very much..."

"Good, now back to your duties."

She yanked him forcefully around the couch, bringing him to the front end and throwing him down on the supple leather cushions. "On your back" she ordered.

James turned over just in time to see Bayonetta stepping up on the couch and lowering her sweaty ass directly onto his face. She shook her ass up and down as she landed on him, grinding his nose deeply into her cheeks and sliding down until his mouth was just below her pucker.

"Every drop slut! Lick it, suck it, use your tongue as a spoon if you have to, but you're going to suck every drop of your cum out of my ass, and you're going to like it."

He dove in immediately, eagerly, never so excited to lick and suck her ass as he was at this moment. His tongue breached the wet hole he had just fucked, slurping and licking away as he searched inside for his own filth. Bayonetta sat above him with an exquisite smile on her face, murmuring pleasantly as she began stroking her magnificent cock.

"Yeah, dig in there. SUCK MY ASS! Clean up your mess you slut."

As James sucked, licked and tongue fucked away, she moaned above him, pressing her ass down on his head harder and harder, urging his tongue to go as deep as his cock had just minutes ago. She worked her left hand up and down her broad shaft, her monster growing and thickening by the second. Her right hand grasped the top of the sofa tightly, steadying herself as moans flowed from her lips.

Suddenly, she lifted her ass up and stepped off the couch, her hand slicking up and down her meaty python. James was still inhaling fresh air and getting his bearings when she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "On your knees. Now."

He slid off the sofa gradually, crawling forward a bit before rising up on his knees. By the time he sat up Bayonetta was already behind him, opening the arm-binder she had just retrieved and pulling his hands behind his back. She slid the slick leather up past both hands, pulling the laces and buckles harshly as the familiar tightness locked away the use of his arms. His limbs were pulled taut in a triangle behind him, the gripping leather sealing him in its grasp all the way up to his shoulders. She reappeared before him shortly thereafter, her fully erect 16 inch penis jutting toward his face, her giant scrotum hanging heavy with seed below.

Bayonetta said nothing as she edged closer to his face, the fat mushroom shaped head of her cock pressing against his lips, the musky scent of her sex flooding his nostrils. She pushed forward fiercely, her tip piercing his mouth, and the first seven inches of her fleshy member sinking into his wet maw easily. She moaned through closed lips as her slick rod flowed down his throat ever so slowly, her hands reaching out and grabbing his ears tightly as her hips moved ever closer to his face.

"Fuck! YES! I swear, you were born to do this... Suck it all down baby."

James sputtered a bit as she reached the 14 inch mark, his mouth and throat contracting around her as the thickest part of her glistening shaft plowed inward. His arms struggled behind his back involuntarily, the thick leather of the binder stretching and flexing as he groaned and shuddered. She held his head firmly as the full length of her cock settled into his throat, her plump balls coming to a rest below his chin. She savored the full penetration for a few seconds before pulling out only four inches and plunging it back in, keeping the vast majority of her cock in his mouth and throat as she quickly transitioned to a fast paced fucking.

"SUCK IT! Suck it good slut! FUCK do I need to cum... We might have a speed record on our hands here."

As her hips thrust her engorged length into his mouth faster and faster, James realized that she had never climaxed during their initial play. Her need was visibly dire and as her bloated, cum filled orbs slapped into his chip repeatedly he knew it wouldn't be long before he was drinking her thick ejaculate. Bayonetta's enormous girth slopped in and out of his throat at full speed, her body reaching a fever pitch of lust.

"YOU FUCKING LOVE IT! DON'T YOU??? Tied up and face fucked like the bitch you are. Well here comes your rew-AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Her creamy white pudding blasted down his throat and into his stomach like a canon, the ejection so large that he could feel it pulsing through her cock with his tongue. She hosed out spurt after spurt, screaming like a mad woman as she pulled his head back and forth on her cock relentlessly. James body fell forward, balancing his weight on his knees with his feet sticking straight up as she dumped every ounce of her steaming sludge in his mouth.

After several more quakes of her body she pulled her cock free, beginning to masturbate it again immediately, little trickles of cum still dribbling out of the end. James fell back on his calves, slumping into a normal sitting position as thick jizzum ran down his chin and he gasped for air. She held her slick meat just over his head, her hand gliding up and down the greasy pole. She looked down at him, happy but nowhere near satisfied, a burning lust still present in her hazel eyes.

"My cock or prime rib? Which would you rather have?"

"Your cock" he answered without hesitation before feeling her hot length slap across his face, splatters of spunk coating his nose and eyes.

"My cum or fine wine?"

"Your cum..."

Her hand streaked through the air, delivering a loud smack to his other cheek, his head glancing to the side. "That-ah boy. Now prove it to me."

She stepped forward and grabbed his head, pulling it onto her hungry phallus once more. The jizz and saliva coated member slid back into his mouth easily, Bayonetta moaning loudly as she began a second, much more lengthy throat fucking.

Several hours and many climaxes later, Bayonetta and James lay on the water bed together, naked in each others arms. She kissed and licked at his face as her right hand slid along his side, doting on him and tugging at his collar with her other hand. Her heavenly breasts pressed up against his chest as they rested in the warm afterglow, both of their bodies exhausted from the marathon of perversion. She stared deeply into his eyes, so happy to be with him and to have admitted her love, but knowing that something still needed to be clarified.

"You're still my slave. You understand that right?"

"I sort of got that impression, yes Mistress."

"There will be times when I make you do things that you don't necessarily want to. Can you live with that?"

He grinned nervously. "I have so far."

"Do you love me?"

"More than anything."

She let out a contented sigh and lowered her head onto his chest, her long, dark hair flowing out behind her. Outside, the storm had stopped long ago and now the sun dipped into the western sky, a calm warmth settling over the rain ravaged Earth.

Jeanne stood in her first floor office, a phone held up to her ear as she looked out at her vast estate, the grounds still not quite dry from the storm the day before. William walked into the room carrying her breakfast on a tray, just in time to hear her shriek.

"WHAT?!? That's BULLSHIT! It was my contacts that brought them here in the first place!"

"I'm sorry Jeanne, you know how this works. The clients specifically requested her, so she gets the contract. There's nothing I can do. I have to go, we'll talk again soon."

The line clicked and went dead. Jeanne stood simmering for a few moments before angrily throwing the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack and tumbled down close to William's feet. He set the breakfast tray down on a nearby table and bent over to pick it up.

"I don't know why you let these business affairs get you so worked up Mistress, it's not like you need the money."

She shot him a cold glare.

"I didn't ASK for your opinion, William, and it's not about money. You wouldn't understand."

He let out a low cough as he rose, setting the phone on the table gently.

"As you say Mistress. Would you like your breakfast now?"

She didn't reply to him, instead sitting down in her opulent desk chair and swiveling it around to face the opposite wall. She fixed her gaze across the room, her eyes narrowing to thin slivers as she focused on the dart board. In the center of the large circular object was a picture of Bayonetta, already filled with small holes.

She grabbed a dart from her desk, holding it up to the light and preparing to throw. Then, she suddenly thought better of it, shaking her head and setting the dart back down. William seemed relieved as he moved to retrieve the meal tray. Before he could pick it up, Jeanne rose swiftly, drawing her custom Parabellum hand canon from its holster and aiming it with practiced ease. The weapon exploded, the dartboard shattering into a dozen pieces as the impact left a charred hole in the wall. Shards of wood, wallpaper and foam rained down in a smokey, tumbled mess. Jeanne stared at it for a few moments, looking for Cereza's face in the scorched rubble, but found nothing. A thin smile spread across her lips as she holstered her weapon and turned to leave.

"Clean that up and have it painted over. I have other phone calls to make upstairs."

The startled butler lowered his arms from around his head as Jeanne sauntered past him.

"Yes Mistress..." 



Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 06



All's fair in love and war... and precarious is the line between rivals and friends. 

Bayonetta's Abuse VI - Jeanne's Gambit

Beams of warm light streamed through the open shades as James lounged on the water bed, a smirk on his face as he surfed through the channels. It was the early afternoon of a crisp autumn day, the leaves outside exploding in bursts of red, orange and yellow; the air filled with the sweet scent of fall.

Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and just enough amusement to keep James from losing his mind. She had added a treadmill and a set of weights to his accommodations so that he could exercise when he wished, but using either of them wasn't particularly comfortable when bound from neck to toe in latex and chained to a bed.

"Femdom... S&M... Femdom... and, big surprise... more Femdom."

He chuckled as he clicked from channel to channel, knowing that his efforts were futile. She had password protected the cable box and locked out all channels that weren't porn of her preferred variety. He slipped off the bed, tossing the remote behind him as he stood and stretched his limbs, the latex of his skin tight suit stretching and creaking.

'Oh well, at least I have my games...'

He walked toward the entertainment center and grabbed a controller, powering on his Playstation 3 as he sat into the thick PVC bean bag, his suit audibly meshing with the leathery chair. He let out a sigh of contentment as his game loaded, reminded suddenly that although he was, technically, a slave, he really didn't have it that bad.

Just across the street, Jeanne was also lounging. She sat in the back of her white limousine, a cell phone held to her ear as she listened intently. Her body was wrapped in red leather, the clingy, shiny body suit hugging her wide hips and full breasts nicely. A white scarf sat draped around her neck and her short, snow white hair was complemented nicely by the sparkling diamonds that hung from her ears. She shifted nervously as the caller spoke, appearing to ponder an important decision.

"You got her already? Are you ABSOLUTELY sure?!?"

"Affirmative. We caught her off guard. She took two shots to the back, near the spine, then fell in the river. She never had time to use her powers. I think she was meeting a contact there, but we got her first."

Jeanne bit her tongue. It sounded like things had gone perfectly, but she knew how resourceful Cereza could be. There was still a chance she was alive.

"What about the body? Witnesses?"

"No witnesses. The body hasn't surfaced, but we'll keep an eye out. If it does, we'll recover it and dispose of her elsewhere."

"Good. Call me if that happens. Otherwise we'll speak again at the appointed time."

The line went dead and Jeanne closed her eyes as she flipped her phone shut.

'You were a good friend at times Cereza, but you were an even bigger source of trouble. I'm sorry it ended this way.'

Moments later her eyes reopened devoid of guilt, remorse or pity. A small smile played across her face as she set the phone down and picked up her oakleys. She slipped the elegant sunglasses over her eyes while pushing a button to scroll down the window at the front of the limo.

"William, put us in stealth mode. I'm going to get him."

"Yes Mistress."

William flipped a few switches on the dashboard of the extravagant vehicle and as Jeanne emerged from the side, the windows began to fully tint and small shields slid over the front and rear license plates, concealing them.

Jeanne sauntered across the street, her nose turned up at the seedy lower-middle class neighborhood. Her red, high heeled boots clacked on the pavement as her white scarf flowed in the cool breeze. She approached the shady looking building that housed Cereza's safe house, inspecting it carefully for any kind of security. There were no cameras, no sensors, no precautions of any kind that she could see.

'Of course there's no security. She never told anyone about this place but me.'

She looked around carefully as she entered the foyer, making sure no one else was around as she approached the door to Bayonetta's apartment.

'What a dump. Does anyone else even live here?'

She shrugged before taking hold of the door knob, turning it slowly and carefully to see if it was locked. It was of course. There was also a dead bolt situated just above. She eyed them suspiciously, wondering if it was even worth the effort to pick them.

'....Fuck it.'

She closed her eyes and concentrated, a red glow beginning to creep over her lower body and illuminate the dim hallway.

James was completely absorbed in his game when a loud striking sound made him jump in the luxurious bean bag. A second, louder strike came two seconds later, the front door hurtling off its hinges and hitting the opposite wall, wood splinters flying everywhere and pieces of metal hitting the floor in a flurry of clanging sounds.

He dropped his controller and turned to look at the hallway entrance as Jeanne emerged from the shattered doorway. She held the door handle in her palm, casually tossing it aside before setting her sights squarely on James.

"Well hello there, slut. Having a bit of fun are we?"

"Jeanne.... what are you doing?"

"Same as you, having a bit of fun."

She grinned as she approached Bayonetta's toy rack, quickly selecting a pair of handcuffs and a rubber ball gag.

"Mistress never said anything about..."

"She's not your Mistress anymore. I am."

James' eyes went wide, recalling suddenly the words she'd spoken back at her mansion.

"What did you do to her? Where is Cereza?!?"

Jeanne shrugged, a coy look on her face as she approached him, her perfume invading his nostrils.

"Lying in a gutter somewhere? Hell if I know..."

She reached out and grabbed the chain connected to his collar and gave it a heavy tug, yanking him forward into her grasp.

"It doesn't really matter does it? You're mine now, and I'm going to take such good care of you."

He pushed her back immediately, his expression a combination of sadness and rage, his eyes beginning to water as a million horrible possibilities entered his mind. Jeanne stumbled back slightly, angered by his insolence, but maintaining her composure in light of the news she had just delivered.

"You fucking bitch! Did you do this just to get me?!?"

"Pfffft. Please... " she responded, picking up the slack on his chain once again. "Don't flatter yourself. There were a dozen reasons. You're just a nice little bonus."

She yanked the chain hard once again, pulling him forward and taking hold of his left arm.

"Now stop screwing around and submit like a good little boy."

James placed his right hand on her shoulder and pushed hard, wrenching his left arm back out of her grasp at the same time. She was strong for her size and build, but he was still stronger, barely. His posture exuded stoney resolve as she stumbled back once more.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

Jeanne sighed, closing her eyes as she raised her hand up slightly, the palm of which had started to glow red.

"Fine... the hard way then."

James' look changed from determination to fear and wonder as her entire upper body grew brighter and more red, the light spreading and concentrating around her.

In the blink of an eye she had crossed the distance and was wrestling with him, her arms grasping him tightly, her lips pursed in a wicked smile. Her strength was five times what it had been just moments ago and his limbs started to buckle under her unnatural might.

"What...... the fuck?!? LET ME GO YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!"

With little effort she cuffed his left hand and wrapped it around his back. She then grabbed his right arm and pulled it back, cuffing them together. He continued to yell as she plugged his mouth with the thick red ball, the leather straps buckling around his head.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your new Mistress! But since I'm in a good mood, I'll forgive you just this time."

His arms secure and his mouth gagged, she embraced him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest and purring into his ear.

"This is going to be so much fun! I don't know how, but you still have some pride left. After all Cereza and I have put you through, you still have a chip on your shoulder!"

Jeanne gave his ass a loud smack, kneading his flesh through the thick, latex suit, groping him up and down with one hand as she held him firmly with the other.

"You have a wonderfully deep throat and a nice, pliable ass on you, but I think your stubbornness is your real charm. Bitches like you are never as much fun once they're completely broken. Frankly, I hope it lasts forever!"

James grunted and yelled back at her, the gag allowing nothing but high pitched muffles through. He bucked and shook, but it was no use in her impossibly strong grip.

Jeanne reached back up for his leash and pulled it in the opposite direction, ripping the chain out of the bedpost with ease. She wound the length around her left hand until it was short enough for her liking, tugging it harshly as she stood and headed for the exit.

"Alright slut, time to go!"

Mr. Anderson plodded along behind the noisy lawn mower, sweating lightly as the machine ate up grass and fallen leaves. With the exception of the white limousine parked in front of his house, it had been a completely normal day so far.

Suddenly, he caught a streak of black and red out of the corner of his eye. He looked over his shoulder carefully, focusing on a woman in red, dragging what looked like a man covered in black rubber with his arms bound behind him. He let go of the mower's operating lever and it quickly buzzed to a stop a few feet away from him.

He placed his hands on his hips as he watched the unusual pair slowly make their way to the street, the woman constantly pushing, pulling and yelling at him as the rubbery guy stalled and bucked.

"Jesus tap dancing christ... This used to be a quiet neighborhood."

As they crossed the street and got closer to the car, the woman finally noticed him staring. She gave Mr. Anderson a dazzling smile and a little wave of her hand before licking the rubber man's cheek and pushing him head first into the open door of the limo. She then blew Mr. Anderson a kiss before disappearing inside and slamming the door. Moments later, the limousine pulled out and sped down the street, a "Just Married" sign displayed prominently on the bumper.

Mr. Anderson watched the limo cruise into the distance, a blank expression on his face.

"I don't get these sex games."

The ride to Jeanne's mansion felt much longer than it had the first time. Even as she groped, licked and nibbled on him endlessly, his body splayed over the plush leather of the seats, James' mind was a knot of turmoil. His heart ached at the prospect that he may never see his true Mistress again. Jeanne ignored his melancholy, confident that he would fully succumb to her charms in time, giving him not a moments respite as she lavished him with unbridled affection.

When the limo arrived at its destination, she quickly hustled him inside and took him upstairs in her private elevator. James had given up any pretense of resistance at that point, knowing that it was futile and would only serve to piss her off. The supernatural display he had witnessed earlier, the source of her amazing strength and its connection to what he had seen earlier with Bayonetta occupied a corner of his distraught mind, but he was unable to focus.

Jeanne marched to her bedroom with her prize in tow, tossing open the doors to the enormous chamber and rushing him to her oversized canopy bed. She grabbed him by the harness of his ball gag and launched him face first onto the mattress, his bondage suited body smacking flat onto the wide surface.

She ducked down into his field of vision with a wild grin on her face.

"Home again, home again! Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!"

She laughed as she rose and headed to the bathroom, her enormous erection evident through the skin tight leather of her costume. James could hear her heavy urination and subsequent washing as he struggled on the bed, his arms still cuffed tightly behind him.

His arms were sore, his jaw and tongue stung from the thick rubber gag and he needed to piss as well, but as he watched Jeanne exit the bathroom, her body suit half unzipped and stroking her thick cock hungrily, he knew there would be no relief for a while yet.

She walked back around the bed, approaching her bound slut from behind and immediately unzippered the pouch at his ass. His gift wrapped flesh opened up before her as the black latex peeled to the sides. She thrust three fingers into his ass swiftly, digging in and stretching his anal lips wide, her fat cock twitching impatiently as it rose to its full 18 inches.

"Do you believe in destiny James? I do. That you are now my property is just another confirmation that it is so. A woman like her had no right to a treasure like you. She didn't appreciate your true potential either."

Jeanne leaned down by his side, her lips hovering next to his ear.

"When I'm done with you, you are going to be......... perfect."

She rose back up and speared another finger into his quickly loosening asshole. James grunted into the ball gag as she opened him up swiftly. Finally, she pulled her fingers from his moist hole, bringing her hefty cock up to the crack of his ass and laying it between his cheeks. She slid it up and down several times, savoring the anticipation for a few moments.

"So much to do... After we have a little fun, I'm going to go make an appointment for you to get those wonderful tattoos I promised. You're going to have your own special room, both upstairs and in the dungeon. They'll be well equipped in every way. And there will be other surprises as well..."

Her eyes closed as she allowed the tip of her cock to slide halfway down his crack and then pushed it between his fleshy cheeks, spearing her cockhead directly into his juicy pucker and ramming 9 inches of thick meat into his ass in her first thrust.

James groaned loudly, the already muffled cry dying in the thick comforter as Jeanne pulled her ravenous monster back and plunged in even deeper, the exquisite pleasure written across her face. The pungent smell of sex began to fill the room, the musky aroma of Jeanne's fleshy spear and hefty ball sack assaulting his nose.

"You'll never guess what my latest project is, slut... and it's not like you can voice a guess right now anyway, so I'll just tell you. It's a volume enhancer."

She began thrusting her cock in faster; the white, meaty pole slurping in and out of his reddened asshole more vigorously. She cooed softly as 15 inches of her shaft tunneled into his well trained bowels, every muscle in her body urging her on, her hunger increasing by the second.

".....a good amount of zinc in your diet will improve the quantity of your semen substantially. So will the right combination of amino acids. Mmmmmm.... yeah, give me that yummy boy pussy!"

Her breath became ragged as she continued, her excitement multiplying as she came closer and closer to plugging her bloated penis balls deep. She reveled in the experience, ecstatic to be drilling the perfect ass she'd waited so long to re-enter.

"I've been testing this myself by taking a high-grade zinc supplement, a protein powder, eating egg whites every morning and tailoring the rest of my diet to get the right acids. The results, as you'll soon see, are pretty astonishing..."

James attempted to buck and shake her as the meaning of her words sunk in, but it was way too late for that. He may as well have been rain soaked earth trying to resist an oil derrick. Her grip on his flanks was iron and her cock impaled his luscious ass to its full length, her large, fleshy balls smacking into his in familiar fashion.

"On top of that, I haven't cum in two days... Oh yeah..... OH FUCK!!!"

She began jack hammering her fat, turgid penis into his ass at lightning speed. Loud moans escaped her lips as she became rougher and more needy, lifting her right leg up and placing her foot on the bed, using her superior leverage to plunge into his sucking ass flesh even harder.

James' entire body went slack as she drilled impossibly deep into his anatomy, his limbs tensing in the already tight latex, his own moans rising in volume and changing from painful to blissful as his prostate lit up like a Christmas tree.

Her hips smacked his ass louder and louder as her wide open bodysuit flapped around her, her teeth gritting and a growl growing in her throat as she came closer and closer to climax, her bulging scrotum churning with untold levels of seed, her need for climax desperate.

"AHHHHHH!!! AGGGGHHHHHH!!! YEEEEESSSS!!!! FFFUUUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!! GGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

James' ass flooded with creamy ejaculate faster than he could ever recall, the thick, white syrup exploding from her glans and filling his anal walls. It glided along her slick cock flesh, pouring out around her plunging rod and forcing its way up into his intestines and beyond. Jeanne screamed and smacked his ass repeatedly, wailing like a banshee as she continued to bury her bloated fuck stick into his filth clogged rectum.

The jizz continued to gush out, inconceivably, each thrust into his ass accompanied by a deluge of ejaculate being forced out of his cheeks in a loud, wet slosh. He could feel the hot sludge climbing further and further up his bowels, backing him up and threatening to enter his stomach as her climax drove on seemingly without end.

Jeanne leaned back suddenly, withdrawing her pulsating schlong from his overflowing ass with an obscene slurp. She held it at a slight upward angle as semen continued to jet from the mushroom shaped head. Long, thick ropes of cum landed all over James' back and limbs, slowly covering him in viscous slime.

As the entire backside of his body took on a white glaze, she reached down and grabbed one of his hip handles, tugging it mightily and rolling him over. James found himself staring up at a woman possessed, ropes of her cum shooting out all over his thighs, chest and face.

As her stream of jizzum shrunk to a trickle, she released her cock and pounced on him hastily. She grabbed his nipples through the thick latex, twisting fiercely as she brought her face to his and began licking his neck above the collar, her half naked body squishing against his in a semen sandwich.

James moaned and winced as his world filled with Jeanne's sucking lips, the grip of her flesh and the strong scent of her sticky cum. She groped and feasted on him for several minutes before finally collapsing on his body, slowly catching her breath as her body descended from cloud nine.

"That..... was............ wow."

The room was silent of all but her deep breaths as she laid atop him, glued to his body with her own filth. She rested there for long minutes, hugging him sensually before finally stirring and rising off his body. A sloppy adhesive sound ripped out as her cummy skin pulled off his gripping suit.

"Just wait until I do that in your throat."

She chuckled to herself as she stood back up and placed her hands on her hips. Her cock hung dominantly between her thighs, over a foot long even in its flaccid state.

"That suit the bitch got you is nice, but I'm having a new one made. Black is such a boring color! The bondage I craft for you will have style and much better features."

Jeanne grabbed his hip handle once again and rolled him over a second time. She unlocked the handcuffs and his arms slid down, finally relaxed as they hit the mattress. She strode away from the bed, zippering up her bodysuit and smoothing it over her moist skin.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 06



"Dinner is at 7 o'clock. You can rest and refresh until then."

She opened the large double doors and stepped through them, turning on her heel and looking back through the breach in the middle.

"Welcome back slut!"

The doors shut and the lock on the outside jingled and clicked, Jeanne's heavy boot steps trailing into the distance. James rose slowly, reaching up and unstrapping the mouth gag from his face before tossing it aside.

He slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom, his asshole aching and oozing cum the entire way. After he had relieved himself and washed his face clean of her spunk, he re-emerged and went directly to the doors, reaching out and testing the lock. Unsurprisingly, it was sturdy and locked tight.

He sighed and began looking around the spacious bedroom, her chamber having changed little since his visit in the spring. He began poking around the room, looking through drawers and containers, seeking out anything that might be insightful or useful.

'It's hopeless. This place is a fucking fortress. She killed Cereza and then fucked you in the ass. Plus, she's some kind of fucking sorceress. What are you going to do genius? Stab her with a letter opener?'

James paced around the room, frustrated but trying as hard as he could to focus and think. His mind was spinning as he attempted to comprehend his situation and imagine a way out.

As he walked by her painting supplies, he bumped into her easel and stumbled, the cardboard cover falling off and hitting the floor. He reflexively reached down to retrieve it, but as he stood back up, the cover dropped from his hands; his entire being struck to the core with instant terror.

It wasn't a perfect likeness, but it was him alright. The same eyes and jawline. The same shoulders and hips. The same legs and ass tight in his latex suit. What wasn't him was the sizable pair of breasts that protruded from the drawing's chest.

'I need to get the fuck out of here. Now.'

It was late morning as sunlight poured into the dining hall. Jeanne sat at the head of her banquet table eating eggs, oatmeal and orange juice with a smug smile on her face, the erotic adventures of the night before still fresh in her mind. She had fucked James' ass and mouth in every conceivable position throughout the evening, and it showed in her appetite. She devoured the food ravenously as James sat at the other end of the lengthy table, picking at his plate.

"Eat" she ordered, gesturing to the small meal placed before him.

"I'm not hungry" he answered, refusing to look up at her.

"Eat or I will send every morsel up your ass with another helping of my cum."

James sighed, sticking his fork in the breakfast sausage and reluctantly taking a bite. He leaned back in his chair, his whole body creaking with cum slick latex. Jeanne giggled as she watched him in his disheveled state, knowing full well what a mess she looked like as well.

"Don't worry, I'm going to have William draw us a bath as soon as we're..."

As if speaking his name summoned him from some ethereal realm, William suddenly burst into the dining hall, a worried expression on his face and a blaring two-way transceiver in his hand.

"Mistress Jeanne! We've got trouble!"

Jeanne dropped her fork immediately and stood up, grabbing the radio from the butler as he approached.

"What is it?" she demanded angrily from the gate guard.

"Miss Jeanne?!? We're under attack! She's moving too fast! We can't hit her!!! I've called for backup but it will be a while bef--"

A loud crack could be heard and then a crashing sound as the radio hit the ground on the other end.

"Fucking hell."

She crammed the radio into William's chest as her eyes flared in sudden realization. Her agent had not reported in last night and now Jeanne knew why. Exactly what she had feared had come to pass.

"I'm getting my weapons. William, see if any of the girls are in town right now and if they are, tell them to haul ass."

"Right away Mistress."

William hurried off in one direction while Jeanne strode through the opposite door.

James was left to look out the window and wonder if he shouldn't take this opportunity to make a break for it. He could see a thin column of smoke coming from the front of the compound, but nothing else was visible, thick trees blocking the rest of the view.

'No... it has to be her. Mistress is alive!'

Jeanne re-entered the hall moments later, two enormous guns strapped to her hips and a padlock in her hand. The light gleamed off her red leather attire and the metal implements of destruction at her sides.

They were way too big to be ordinary hand guns, but having no knowledge of firearms, James had no idea how to classify them. She crossed the distance to him quickly and grabbed the leash hanging from his collar as she continued past.

"And YOU, young man, are not leaving my sight."

She stalked toward the front entrance of the mansion, pulling him roughly behind her. Reaching the doors, she smashed them open with an explosive kick, continuing onto the wrap-around porch and walking to a metal ring that stuck up from the cement of the stairs. She brought the end of his chain to the ring and smoothly connected the padlock around them, securing him to the floor.

"It's just impossible to find good help these days. Be right back my pet! I have some vermin to exterminate."

She charged onto the lawn, her hands already twitching as the familiar roar of Bayonetta's GTO advanced up the long driveway, growing louder. She locked her eyes on the vehicle and drew her weapons, the unusually large, multi-barreled hand guns aimed directly at the intruder.

As the bright yellow car closed in on the mansion, it screeched to the side of the pavement, the chassis barely coming to a stop before Bayonetta leapt from the seat, her own guns drawn. Her black leather costume and luxurious dark hair exploded into the air, a look of utter contempt on her face as she headed right for Jeanne.

What James saw next would have been unbelievable had he not already witnessed the impossible the day before. Both women began glowing a light purple, and just as their guns rang out in attack, they began moving at impossibly fast speeds, a blur of colored shapes and streaks.

The sound of their weapons was deafening, the chambers unloading at unfathomable rates, hundreds of gunshots ringing out like machine gun fire for each minute the conflict continued.

Try as he might to keep up with the battle, his eyes could scarcely make out the two women as they jumped, dodged, rolled, and continued to fire at each other. A hail of bullets riddled the top of the steps, making him jump and informing him that the contest below was no spectator sport.

James dove behind one of the Romanesque pillars holding up the porch, looking around furiously for anything that might help him get free. He spied a box of tools not far away and crawled to it, his chain offering him barely enough slack to reach it.

Tearing open the container, he found an assortment of items, quickly tossing aside a few that were of no use and finally extracting a chisel and hammer. As he raised them and prepared to smash the chain, the gunshots suddenly halted. First one pair of guns went silent, then the other. He peeked his head back above the railing, observing that the mystical glow was fading from both combatants.

Jeanne and Bayonetta were both breathing hard, their mystical energies dissipating as their guns clicked empty. They both stood catching their breaths and glaring at each other with cold eyes.

Jeanne tossed her guns aside casually, her resolve to end her rival's life unshaken. She entered an elegant Wing Chun kata, her arms flowing up and outward as her body balanced itself low to the ground.

Bayonetta holstered her guns, a sarcastic smile spreading across her lips.

"Sending a little girl to do a Witch's job... that was bold Jeanne. Not terribly smart, but bold."

Jeanne seethed, suddenly springing into the air and delivering a jump kick in practice. She followed it up with a forward thrust punch, her right fist extended and her left held back in defensive reserve.

"Gonna make you uglier, bitch."

Bayonetta took a simple, but effective Jujitsu stance, inviting her attack.

"I'd promise you the same, but I'm pretty sure that's impossible."

Jeanne screamed in rage and leapt at her, the devastating strength of her kick nullified as Bayonetta sidestepped and brushed her foot aside, skipping back again quickly as Jeanne followed the attack with a roundhouse. Bayonetta attempted to counter attack with a well aimed side kick, but the agile Jeanne dodged it and cart wheeled to the side, immediately resuming her attack once she was clear of danger.

The two women were moving incredibly fast even without their magical enhancements. Their limbs flew in attacks and counter attacks, most of them dodged as they carefully circled each other and looked for weaknesses in the others guard. The wind swirled around them, colorful gusts of autumn leaves sweeping by as they danced dangerously around one another.

James had become so absorbed in watching them that he was startled when William burst from the front entrance, running past James with another pair of Jeanne's custom firearms in his hands.

'SHIT!'

James brought the hammer down on the chisel swiftly and repeatedly, finally snapping one of the links on the fourth blow. He dropped the tools and immediately took off, his tight latex suit encumbering him, but his urgency and sudden burst of adrenaline more than making up for it.

He ran faster than he ever had since high school, quickly closing the distance between he and William as they both headed towards the melee on the lawn.

He dove in a football style tackle, wrapping his arms around William's legs and bringing him to the ground hard. The butler's head collided with the heavy guns as he fell, stunning him badly. James pushed himself up and dove on him again, this time landing on top of him and delivering a right cross to William's jaw as he tried to right himself. The man's body collapsed into unconsciousness and James rose from the ground, shaking his bruised hand from side to side.

"Sorry buddy, but there's been enough gun-play already."

As he got his bearings and his gaze returned to the two women in the distance, he could tell that Jeanne had noticed them, her body suddenly abandoning its attack and turning towards the two men. She took off at top speed, her eyes set on the guns that lay before William. James quickly grabbed them up and looked around frantically.

He spotted what he needed 200 feet away, a large water fountain. He made a dash for it with the heavy weapons in hand, his lungs burning as he crossed the dry earth, fallen leaves crunching below his steps. 

Jeanne gained on him as they ran, but it wasn't fast enough and James reached the fountain with time to spare. He tossed the guns into the water, a look of surprised relief spreading across his face. Jeanne came to a stop as she shrieked in anger.

"YOU UNGRATFUL PIECE OF—GUUUUHHHH!!!"

Her enraged slight was cut short as Bayonetta crashed into her from behind, tackling her to the ground and immediately delivering a fist to her face, bloodying Jeanne's nose. The two amazons struggled on the ground, a frenzy of arms and legs vying for position.

Bayonetta took a painful boot to the face, but managed to slide around Jeanne and put her in a headlock. It didn't last long, however, as the woman in red squirmed to the side and delivered an elbow directly to her crotch. Bayonetta coughed and yelled as Jeanne rolled off, putting some distance between them as James arrived to the scene.

He leaned down and offered Bayonetta his shoulder, helping her to rise as she recovered from the brutal blow to her nether region. Both women stood panting and glaring at each other, blood smeared across their faces and heaving chests.

James' eyes narrowed, staring back at Jeanne as he held his Mistresses' arm over his back, shouldering her weight.

"That's enough Jeanne! It's over."

"It's OVER when I kill that whore!"

Bayonetta snickered. "I've heard that before."

"You're the Salieri to my Mozart, Cereza. Always have been, always will be. Let's finish this."

Bayonetta grinned, saying not a word as she lifted her arm off James and pushed him behind her, taking her defensive Jujitsu posture once again.

As the two prepared to re-engage, the sound of cars rushing up the driveway could be heard in the distance. Jeanne turned and looked as the unmarked black sedans sped towards them, anger steadily growing in her eyes.

"You called the enforcers?"

"Right before I dealt with your guards. I didn't want to, but I couldn't take the risk of you getting the jump on me."

Jeanne balked, shaking her head in disgust.

"Lords... and here I thought at the very least you would honor a sacred duel. You're pathetic."

Bayonetta didn't flinch, her cool gaze fixed on her arrogant opponent.

"That's amusing, coming from someone who just attempted murder and kidnapping."

The cars screeched to a stop not far away, a dozen buxom females quickly exiting the vehicles and making their way to the trio.

James couldn't help but stare as the intimidating women approached. They each had their own distinct style and flavor, but each woman was sporting a leather body suit and each of them was armed to the teeth. Their guns clanked and jingled as the force fell upon them, a tall blonde apparently in command.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Jeanne's smoldering gaze remained fixed on the ground. Bayonetta's, by contrast, was lifted to the sky as she waited for the inevitable.

"You know what, I don't even care! Take them to the hall."

The assembly of sultry amazons fanned out, taking Bayonetta and Jeanne by the arms and leading them roughly to the parked cars. The blonde woman fixed her stare on James, her pony tail bobbing behind her as she sized him up.

"Who does this slut belong to?"

"Me!" Jeanne yelled over her shoulder.

"He's mine." Bayonetta answered matter of factly, ignoring the other woman.

The blonde rolled her eyes, nodding at James.

"Bring him too."

Two of the enforcers hurried to his side, grabbing James by the arms and rushing him to one of the cars. He prepared to protest, but noticed, thankfully, that the car they were leading him to contained Bayonetta.

Just as they were about to shove him in, he suddenly recalled something, planting his feet into the ground in resistance.

"Wait! Check the basement. The dungeon! She may have others captive there. There were at least two women before!"

"Shutup!" the dark skinned woman on his right admonished him before throwing him into the back seat roughly.

He landed on Bayonetta's boots, a grunt emitting from his mouth as the door slammed behind him.

As she leaned down to help him up, the car was already turning around and following the others out of Jeanne's estate.

James climbed up on the seat, turning to see his Mistresses' eyes on the verge of tears, the painful remorse clear on her bruised and bloodied face. She reached out her hand, her leather glove caressing his chin and cheek.

"Cheshire... I'm so sorry."

"I'm fine Mistress. Are you alright?"

She leaned in swiftly, sealing her lips over his and inserting her tongue into his mouth. Her other hand drifted to the back of his head as they engaged in a long, deep french kiss.

"I am now."

The trees sped by as the unmarked vehicle picked up speed, the caravan of cars heading into the city.

"Mistress, where are they taking us?"

Bayonetta sighed and sat back in her seat, closing her eyes as her weary body relaxed and steadily recovered from its recent exertions.

"You wanted to know more about me, didn't you? About what I do? About US?"

Her eyes re-opened, peering out the window to the cloudy, darkening sky.

"This, my love, is why you must always be careful what you wish for."



Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 07



A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. The path to truth and consequence is revealed as the curtain is pulled back on Bayonetta's mysterious order.





Bayonetta's Abuse VII – Lurid Revelations





James' eyes opened for the first time in what felt like days, his pupils slowly adjusting to the light. He began to take in his dismal surroundings and immediately his memories flooded back. His kidnapping, the battle with Jeanne, and being hauled away by the mysterious colleagues of his lover and dominatrix, Bayonetta.

He examined the small room from the top bunk of a prison bed and found his dark seductress sleeping soundly in the bottom bunk below. It was mostly quiet in the cage of cement and steel, though the chatter of other prisoners and the clang of metal doors broke the silence intermittently.

He gazed down at his buxom Mistress, the black latex of her costume hugging her curves so perfectly and her long black hair a silken mass beneath her. Bayonetta's chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, a placid look on her snow white face.

So much had happened since he met his beautiful captor; much of it completely unbelievable. Yet here he was in some holding facility, a captive again, this time to an entire group of crazed, supernaturally powerful women. Was women even the right word? The massive bulges in their body suits certainly begged the question, yet in every other regard they were undoubtedly female.

James waited a few more minutes, allowing the fog of sleep to dissipate before sliding off the mattress and hitting the ground with a thud. He began to stretch his limbs, the latex of his bondage suit creaking as he forced blood to flow to his arms and legs more freely. The room was slightly cool and he was glad, for once, to have the thick fetish gear keeping him so warm.

The chains, padlocks and other restraints that Jeanne had added to his suit had all been removed, presumably so that he didn't piss himself during his stay. He said a silent 'thank you' for that and crossed the short distance to the toilet, relieving himself as Bayonetta began to stir behind him.

She sat up slowly, the mattress barely moving as she shifted her weight.

"Ugh.... these beds are dreadful."

"Tell me about it," James replied as he turned to greet her. "I felt like I was laying on a slab of granite."

He stepped back toward the bed and offered his hand to her.

"Stiffness aside, how are you feeling Mistress?"

She took his hand and stood from the pitiful bunk, her leather boots hitting the floor with loud taps and her lungs filling with air as her dark hair flowed outward. She pressed her body against him immediately, her hands caressing his sides and back as she looked deeply in his eyes.

"I'm fine. The fight with psycho bitch took it out of me, but I've always been swift to recover... as you are well aware by now."

Their lips met in a full, wet kiss, their arms circling each other warmly. She groped him thoroughly through his latex suit as their tongues explored deeply and without hesitation. The temptation to do more was strong, but the time for answers had come, and James was not about to be derailed. He broke the kiss and took a step back, looking at her intently.

"By 'psycho bitch' I take it you mean your good friend Jeanne? The one who kidnapped me and tried to kill you?"

She looked away, her expression changing from affectionate to bored.

"Jeanne and I have been friends and enemies many times before. It looks like we're enemies again."

"I see, but that tells me nothing about who you are and why we're here."

Bayonetta raised her arms straight up, stretching herself leisurely.

"Do we have to do this right now?'

James folded his arms, a determined look on his face.

"Yes, Cereza, we do. We're in a jail cell, we have nothing but time, and I think I deserve to know the truth after what I've been through."

She sighed, her arms falling back down and crossing below her ample breasts. She leaned against the bed frame and returned her gaze to James.

"I suppose you're right. Fine then... You already know what I am. I told you that much during our dinner date. And by now you should realize that there are many like me. We call ourselves "Umbra" witches and we have many covens throughout the world. We have a headquarters in the city and that's where we're currently being held."

James nodded, unsurprised by the information so far.

"What did I see when you and Jeanne fought? Was that some kind of 'magic'? Whatever it was, I think she used it on me when she kidnapped me."

"It's no trick, I can assure you of that. Our powers are potent and very real. The Umbra witches have spent centuries learning to pierce the veil between the mortal realm and the celestial order. We study the occult, unearth its secrets and summon its specters and demons to do our bidding. Those beings who cooperate and do us no harm, we learn from. The malevolent ones we fight, seal away, and take their power for our own."

"So, you're the Ghost Busters then?"

Bayonetta chuckled.

"Not exactly, but that's an interesting parallel now that you mention it."

"Is that not the purpose of your organization?"

"It is one of our many tasks, but each Umbra decides for herself what her own goals are. We have laws by which all Umbra must abide, laws that Jeanne has just broken, but in the end the only things we have in common are the pursuit of knowledge and the empowerment of women."

"The Umbra are female only I take it?"

"Correct."

"And there no males summoning spirits and channeling dark powers?"

"Oh, they do exist. They tend toward corruption much more easily though, so we keep them on a short leash. They formed an order called the 'Lumen' that's almost as old as ours. Silly boys..."

"It sounds like you don't take them seriously."

"Only when we have to, which isn't often."

A smile spread across Bayonetta's lips, her dark blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. It was clear she was enjoying the conversation much more than when it began.

James smiled back. Her answers were incredible, on the face of it, yet nothing she said was inconsistent with what he'd seen. He thought for a few moments before speaking again.

"All this power you've gained... what exactly is the price?"

"Price?"

"No power comes without price or responsibility. It sounds like you're responsible to no one but yourselves. So what's the catch?"

Her smile faded, her tone becoming much more sullen.

"Clever Cheshire... your questions pierce like arrows. Ask me again some other time. That's not a topic I wish to broach today."

Recognizing that he'd hit upon something sensitive, he made a mental note and moved on.

"Alright, one last question for now. What, if anything, does your order have to do with your..."

"Massive cock?" she interrupted, a grin returning to her face.

James blushed a deep shade of red.

"Between you and Jeanne it wasn't likely to be a coincidence. Meeting more of the witches has only confirmed that."

"We weren't always this way. Our additional sexual endowments are really quite recent. It was about thirty years ago when we made contact with a demon we'd been attempting to reach for ages. His name has no real equivalent in the tongues of humanity, so the Umbra nick-named him "Phalleus."

"Very subtle" James quipped.

Bayonetta laughed and nodded before continuing.

"We knew he would be very powerful and seductive, so we took extreme care in our dealings with him. Like many of his kind, he took us for fools. He offered us power and tried to trick us into subservience, but his scheme backfired and as soon as we understood his magic, we sealed him away. Since then, we've had the power to bestow his gift on the entire sisterhood."

"And all the Umbra embraced it?"

"Absolutely" she answered, her hand reaching down and beginning to rub the growing bulge in her tight, latex bodysuit. "Although it has obvious advantages for sexual dominance, we found, over time, that it was much more than just a cock. It enhances our other magical abilities, extends our already considerable longevity and super charges our libido. It has increased our vitality in every way imaginable."

"And the irony of this doesn't bother you at all?"

"Why should it? If utilizing a big, fat, male appendage paves the way to even greater female empowerment, why not embrace it? You certainly have... slut."

James blushed again, his arms raising in surrender.

"You got me there."

Bayonetta closed her eyes, her breathing getting louder as she began to stroke herself more firmly through the shiny, black latex. Her gloved hand meshed and rubbed against the material audibly, her other hand finally zippering down the bottom half of her suit, allowing her stiff cock to spring out in front of her.

"In fact, I think you should get over here this instant and embrace it with your mouth."

James watched her glide the black rubber of her glove up and down the thick, white, juicy pole. Pre-cum oozed from the tip heavily as it continued to grow in size and rigidity. His every muscle was eager to oblige her, but the chatter of inmates became louder in the background, sparking his nerves. He looked out the door to see several other witches in the cells across the hall now watching them intently.

"But.... Mistress, they're right there."

"So? We can put on a little show. I'm sure they'll show their gratitude."

"But what if the guards...?"

She crossed the short distance to him immediately, grabbed him by the head and held her cock to his mouth.

"Stop talking, bitch, and leave your mouth open."

He obeyed her command, staring up at her apprehensively as she pulled his mouth over her engorged prick. Her phallus was almost at it's full erect length of sixteen inches as it glided into his mouth. She increased her grip on the top and back of his head, sawing in and out of his mouth slowly at first, but then more urgently as her cock soaked in his saliva.

"One of these days you'll learn to shut up and suck cock when I tell you. It doesn't matter where we are! I'll fuck your face in Central Park if I fucking well please! Now suck it good and loud! I want the whole cell block to hear your lips doing their job properly!"

He increased his suction at her behest, his tongue already wagging back and forth on the underside of her slick meat. He pleasured her exquisitely, his hands grasping at nothing but air. Her sudden and very aggressive invasion had caught him off guard. The prisoners outside began to egg Bayonetta on, the group of witches quickly growing excited as she got louder and more demanding.

"Hands behind your back, slave! I may not have a proper arm-binder, but I don't want to see your fucking hands while you smoke my cock!"

James positioned his arms behind his back and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand, locking them behind him to the best of his ability. She was fucking his face in a steady rhythm now, his mouth gliding along her thick, moist flesh and toward the opening of her suit where her smooth, heavy ball sack hung down. Her balls swayed back and forth with each thrust, smacking his chin as she bottomed out in his throat.

"That's it slave... You just love this cock, don't you? Do you realize I haven't bathed since our battle with Jeanne? You're sucking filthy cock like a pro and you're not even gagging. Can you taste the sweat and latex? Yeah, I bet you can. You love it too much, you depraved slut."

His eyes began to water slightly as she crammed the full length of her fat schlong down his throat repeatedly. The combination of physical domination and the overwhelming scent of latex and pungent cock drove him wild, and he wasn't the only one. Their public display had gotten Bayonetta particularly worked up, and the witches outside were growing louder and more horny as well. She began moaning loudly, her latex covered fingers guiding him smoothly as he sucked her meaty pole with enthusiastic lip smacking.

After many long minutes of face fucking, Bayonetta pulled her cock from his lips and grabbed him harshly by the arm. She pulled him up to his feet and pointed at the cell door.

"Hands on the bars! And bend over, bitch boy."

James scurried the short distance to the door and bent forward, taking hold of the cold iron bars with his hands. He could see some of the witches across the hall more clearly now. Many of them were at the edge of their cells, watching the entire scene with rapt attention. They began waving to him, cat calling, gesturing obscenely and stroking their cocks through their suits. He felt the cool air on his ass crack seconds later as Bayonetta unzippered his suit below and began massaging between his cheeks.

"Did you really think I was going to waste this chance to turn you into my prison bitch? Don't even act like you're not enjoying this."

"No, Mistress."

She jammed two fingers into his pucker very quickly, working them in and out.

"NO isn't in your vocabulary, SLUT."

"Ye..... Yes Mistress!"

She opened him up with great haste, her need to be inside him desperate. Another finger slipped into his loosening hole, the latex digits gliding in and out hastily. Then, without a moments hesitation she took a firm hold of his hips, brought the tip of her rock hard cock to his boy pussy and plunged in deep and hard. The sensation took her breath away, the soft fleshiness of his anal walls surrounding her and bathing her in a heavenly aura.

"AHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The bars rattled as James jerked at them. She had taken him countless times before, but this, perhaps, was her most sudden and primal. The witches outside howled as Bayonetta drove her entire engorged phallus balls deep into her latex wrapped slut. Her breathing became steadily louder as she fucked him silly, loving every jolt of the metal door frame and the sexual frenzy they had whipped up outside.

"Mmmm... yes, prison bitch is the perfect role for you. Every woman in this hall would rape you stupid, and I bet you'd love every cock licking minute of it! Wouldn't you?"

"YES MISTRESS!"

The witches outside were going completely crazy, the lustful sounds growing louder throughout the jail house. Most of them had pulled their cocks out and were jerking themselves with abandon. The sounds of zippers gliding open and the wet slickness of heavy fapping could be heard between the moans of the captive Amazons. James could see several of the curvy women pointing their fat dicks in his direction as they pleasured themselves.

"Mmmhmmm... Makes you wonder if these bars are a blessing or a curse? But that's ok, I'm not really in the mood to SHARE anyway."

She punctuated the word with an especially hard thrust and James groaned loudly as she dug deep into his ass. Her hips and balls smacked into him audibly, her cock sinking in as far as it could go each time she drove it home. Bayonetta's face was flush with pleasure, her eyes burning with obsession as she reached down and grabbed her slave by the neck Their latex suits creaked and meshed together wetly as she pounded him endlessly into the cell door.

"Tell them how much you're enjoying this, Cheshire!"

"Yes Mistress! Fuck me harder please! I love it!"

She delivered a stinging smack to his ass with her other hand.

"You can do better than that."

He took a deep breath, the moaning and wet jerking of the women outside reaching a crescendo as he opened his mouth to yell what he knew, in his heart, was true.

"I'M A DEPRAVED COCK WHORE! I LOVE BONDAGE AND COCK! PLEASE FUCK MY FACE MISTRESS!!! TIE ME UP AND SIT ON MY FACE SO I CAN TONGUE YOUR GLORIOUS ASS!!!"

Volleys of thick cum began firing out in all directions, raining down on the middle of the cell block as the witches entered orgasmic bliss one by one. Their pleasured screams became an orchestra as white filth shot out of each cell in varying arcs. The sheer amount of creamy jizz the well endowed witches produced was staggering, the smell of fresh cum filling the entire building and driving them into even deeper sexual hysteria.

Bayonetta's impressive stamina was overcome by the sight and smell of the uncontrollable orgy, her hands quickly returning to James' hips as she delivered an especially vigorous thrust into his back passage and screamed out her climax.

"YES! FUCK YES!!! GGUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

The hot mess flooded his insides instantly, bathing his ass, intestines and beyond with sticky spooge. James panted and cried out as she continued to rail him incessantly, her cum firing out in a seemingly endless stream, the thick batter squelching out of his ass and all over her mid section, coating both of their fetish suits in a viscous layer. His own orgasm followed, the feeling of warm fullness and the nonstop stimulation of his prostate sending him over the edge.

"Fuck.... I'm cumming Mistress! I..... AGGGGHHHHH!!!"

His cum fired out all over the inside of his bondage suit, mingling with the sweat and latex delightfully as Bayonetta's river of paste continued to coat him all over. The precession of cum and screaming seemed like it would never end until the shrill cry of a whistle echoed through the hall.

"HEY! ENOUGH!!! What the hell is wrong with you whores? Fucking animals..."

Bayonetta quickly withdrew from his ass and helped James up just as one of the Umbra enforcers came into view. James instantly recognized her as the woman in charge of the squad at Jeanne's. She was at least six feet tall and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Like most of the witches, her curves were striking, and her black uniform accentuated her full hips and breasts. With her officer hat on, James couldn't help but think she looked like a dominatrix in Nazi gear.

The imposing woman was followed by two other guards, all of them carrying batons and guns similar to the ones that Bayonetta and Jeanne sported. She peeked into the cell as Bayonetta zippered up her bodysuit and James was wiping some of the cum from his thighs. The enforcer looked less than pleased as she approached the door, her boots squishing in semen.

"Why am I not surprised? I wouldn't have left you two in the same cell if we had more vacancies, but there's been a lot of trouble makers lately."

"Oops," Bayonetta remarked with utter insincerity. "Long time no see, Kat."

"Not long enough. The sooner you and Jeanne are out of my hair, the happier I'll be."

"Are you sure? Why not step inside so we can catch up? It's much cozier than it looks! I wasn't planning on sharing my prize slut today, but I might just make an exception for you."

Bayonetta put on a smug grin and gave James a smack on the ass, causing him to jump. The enforcer just glared back at her, unamused.

"Lunch is in 30 minutes. Your hearing is in two days. Cause any more trouble and I'm splitting you up, even if I have to throw Romeo here in a communal cell."

"I'm sure we can behave ourselves, Miss... Kat?" James interjected bravely.

"That's Mistress Katherine to you, slave."

She scowled at Bayonetta one more time before turning to leave.

"Looks like the bitch boy has more sense than you do."

She motioned to her guards and they turned to leave, the cum greased floor slowing their advance.

"Fuck! Radio the janitors and get one of them down here!"

Bayonetta watched the trio depart, shaking her head.

"That woman never changes, but I suppose you have to be boring to be head of security."

She turned back to James, a sensual smile reappearing as the afterglow of a powerful orgasm hummed around her.

He couldn't help but be taken in by her playfulness and charm; how she handled tense situations with such ease. Even now, slathered in cum, sweat and standing in a dingy jail cell, her beauty still called out to him. He was irresistibly attracted to her mischievous personality and dominant sexuality, and there was no doubt in his mind that he always would be.




Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 07



She stepped forward, encouraged by the longing in his eyes, and cupped his ass with both hands.

"So, how bout another round before lunch?"



* * * * *



It had been a long day of court proceedings and James squirmed on the wooden bench, his ass still sore from the many lengthy fuckings Bayonetta had inflicted yesterday and throughout the night. The room was organized not unlike any other courtroom you might see on TV, a showcase of lacquered wood and marble.

The lighting, however, was very different. The room was as dark as a movie theater prior to the feature, only sparse lighting shined down on most of the furnishings. Brighter lights were cast on the podiums for plaintiff and defense, and the tall, long desk and seven chairs where the seven Matron Justices had sat. The front of the courtroom was empty now, the Matrons having retired to review the case and reach a decision.

"What happens if they don't reach a decision today?"

"Then you get to play prison bitch for one more night" Bayonetta answered with a wink.

James smirked. He would be her bitch regardless of where they stayed, but he wasn't looking forward to another night in that crisp cell, laying on that terrible mattress. He could only hope that it would be avoided by what appeared to be a very swift and unconventional system of justice.

Jeanne sat on the opposite end of the court room, looking somehow indignant and slightly nervous at the same time. She had snuck a few glances over at Bayonetta and James from time to time, but kept her eyes forward and her arms crossed for the most part. 

James looked around the courtroom, watching several of the Umbra come and go, making out what figures he could in the half-dark. Most of them were alone, but many of them brought their slaves along with them. There were several other men, like himself, the collared property of various witches. They were all garbed in various fetish attire, presumably corresponding to whatever their Mistresses preferred.

James could contain his curiosity no longer, and leaned towards Bayonetta with yet another probing question.

"I see a lot of couples like us, which I guess doesn't surprise me, but are there no other Umbra like Jeanne, who take females as slaves?"

"There are, just not many."

"Why is that?"

"When we undergo the ritual and receive our cock, it enhances many of our traits and abilities but it doesn't alter our sexual orientation. Therefore, the vast majority of Umbra are still attracted to men and seek out male slaves. Umbra that were lesbian or bi remain that way too, and will seek out female slaves, but they are a minority."

James nodded. It made sense in a completely twisted BDSM fantasy sort of way.

"So Jeanne is bisexual then?"

"I don't know what the hell you'd call her. I think she gets off on fucking with other peoples sexuality more than anything."

James nodded again. He could certainly concur with that after what he'd seen at her mansion.

"Then you have Katherine, who I'm pretty sure has never put her dick in anyone."

They snickered together for a few moments, the two stifling their laughs as several Umbra in the crowd looked their way disapprovingly. Bayonetta rolled her eyes and put her hands behind her head.

Moments later, the private door at the back of the room opened and the Chief Matrons walked back into the court and headed for their seats. The doors to the chamber were sealed, and an enforcer near the front of the room stepped forward to call for order. 

"ALL RISE AND GIVE YOUR ATTENTION! The council of the 17th Umbra Coven is now in session, the honorable Chief Matron Alexia presiding!"

Everyone rose from their benches as the Matrons took their seats, the bright lights shining down on the seven Justices. They were just as youthful and beautiful as any of the other witches, though they wore robes of blue and gold instead of the highly suggestive bodysuits that the Umbra normally sported.

Alexia sat in the center of the seven, her dark brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, looking supremely regal and confident, a vast intellect evident in her hazel eyes. She shuffled the papers before her and then picked up her gavel, striking it down loudly and signaling that all may sit. Once the courtroom settled back into silence, she spoke.

"We, the seven Matron Justices of this coven, have reviewed the available evidence and the depositions taken from those involved. We have decided by unanimous consent that no trial will be necessary and that to the extent that crimes against the Sisterhood have been committed, they can be dealt with swiftly and fairly."

"Pffft... knew that was coming" Bayonetta muttered under her breath.

"Jeanne, step forward."

Jeanne strode to the front of the room with all the cockiness she could muster. She looked almost angelic with the bright light beaming down on her white bodysuit and platinum blonde hair. The thin smile on her face indicated that she was pleased with the result thus far.

"The choice is yours. You may accept the ruling of this court, or you may refuse and demand trial. If a trial is conducted and you are found guilty, you will be punished much more severely for wasting the time and resources of the Umbra. Do you accept our ruling without condition?"

"I do, Chief Matron."

"Very well. This council finds you guilty of assault on an Umbra sister and the theft of human property from an Umbra sister. For these crimes you will spend five days in the stockade..."

"FIVE DAYS?!?"

The outburst from Jeanne drew a furious glare from Alexia, her dagger like pupils and slight lean forward daring the witch to speak again.

"Five days in the stockade and you will pay three million dollars in restitution! Half of that sum will compensate Bayonetta, the other half will go the Sisterhood for procedural costs and cleaning up your mess."

Jeanne looked disheartened, if not defeated. She took a disciplined stand, holding her arms behind her back as she listened to the rest of the verdict.

"On the charge of attempted murder, we find you... not guilty. While we did recover the unidentified assailant mentioned in Bayonetta's deposition, there is no evidence that she was in you employ. Further investigation into this matter will be suspended." 

Alexia raised the gavel once more and smacked it down loudly.

"Court dismissed. Guards, take Jeanne to the main hall to begin serving her sentence immediately."

Chatter erupted instantly as everyone in the court rose to their feet and the Matrons exited to their private chambers. Jeanne was grabbed by two of the enforcers and led away quickly, a look of total contempt on her face as she glanced at Bayonetta in passing.

"What just happened?" James asked in disbelief.

Bayonetta looked annoyed, yet unsurprised as she watched the enforcers remove Jeanne from the courtroom.

"She got off easy, that's what happened. That's what having friends in high places does."

"What about her punishment? What does that mean? Does everyone get to throw vegetables at her?"

"Something like that."



* * * * *

It was roughly an hour later when all the paperwork had been finished and they were released. Bayonetta and James walked to the entrance of the Umbra complex, the sounds of raucous yelling, laughing and cheering getting louder as they entered the main hall.

The large, brightly lit room was an impressive piece of architecture. The walls and floors were sheets of obsidian accentuated with Roman columns of white marble. The intricate seal of the Umbra witches was painted across the ceiling and a smaller version of it lay in the center of the hall, upon which rested a wood and metal stockade.

Jeanne was locked into the cruel device, her head and hands sticking through the front, her legs shackled to its sturdy base. A line of Umbra witches had formed at both ends, and two of the well endowed Amazons were fucking her harshly, one holding her by the hair and the other clutching her hips through the white bodysuit.

Her ordeal had just begun, but Jeanne already looked completely overwhelmed. She groaned and attempted to yell, but the fat, brown, fourteen inch cock in her mouth allowed for nothing but muffled cries. The woman at her rear had an even bigger white cock stuffed in her ass, her fingers digging into her flanks deeply as she pounded Jeanne as harshly as she could.

Many of the waiting Umbra were stroking their cocks in anticipation, some through their tight latex suits and others out in the open, their impossibly huge penises jutting out and dripping pre-cum on the black stone floor. James watched the chaotic scene with mixed emotions. On some level he was glad to see Jeanne being taken down a peg. At the same time, he didn't know what to make of the Umbra system of "justice."

"Wish it was you?" Bayonetta asked teasingly.

"Hardly. One well endowed Dominatrix is plenty for me, thanks."

They made their way to the security desk, the sounds and smell of sex intensifying as they got closer to the brutal rape. Bayonetta spoke with the enforcer on duty as James watched the ongoing gang-bang with wide eyes. It was so odd to see a woman as dominant as Jeanne bound and double penetrated over and over again, her eyes glazing over as her ass and mouth were filled with thick cum.

"So, this is how the Umbra police themselves?"

Bayonetta turned back to the depraved scene with a knowing grin. Even though Jeanne was getting a slap on the wrist, she took some satisfaction watching two more of the witches step up to the stockade and sink their cocks into Jeanne's waiting holes.

"It's more effective than it looks. There are few things you can do to an Umbra that would be worse than turning her into a public submissive for a week. On top of the immediate damage to her pride, this will damage her reputation considerably, and reputation is everything in our order."

As they watched, even more Umbra joined the lines at the front and back of the stockade. The witches chatted with each other and laughed at Jeanne as they stroked themselves, a frenzy of sexual excitement building.

"My my... look at those lines. You certainly have made some enemies on the way to the top, Jeanne."

The enforcer returned shortly thereafter and placed Bayonetta's guns and keys on the desk.

"You're free to leave. Your vehicle is parked on basement level 3, section D."

"Thank you for your wonderful hospitality" Bayonetta spit out sarcastically, holstering her weapons and snatching up the keys.

She grabbed James by the arm and headed for the elevator across the hall, her desire to leave growing by the second. As they passed the stockade once again, Umbra debauchery was in full swing. The dark skinned witch that was fucking Jeanne's mouth let out an orgasmic scream and her sticky cum blasted down the bound woman's throat. Jeanne gagged as some of the thick cream began dribbling out of her nose, her eyes watering as she tried desperately to inhale something other than spunk.

"Not going to take a turn?" James joked as they entered the elevator.

Bayonetta pushed the button to take them to the parking area.

"Please... wait in line just to hate-fuck a skank? When I have a delicious slut like you all to myself?"

She pushed James up against the wall and engaged him in a deep tongue kiss. Her sizable breasts mashed against his body and the bulge in her latex suit began to grow as the elevator doors slid shut.



* * * * *

Chief Matron Alexia sat in her leather office chair, her head tilted back and an expression of pure joy on her face. Her arms reached below the desk, clutching the face of a young man whose mouth was wrapped divinely around her hardening cock.

She had met the boy at a coffee shop just a few days ago. He was twenty years old and so very cute; his whole life ahead of him. She had convinced him to drop his college courses and come work for her, a proposition with good pay and endless opportunities for advancement. Now he was wearing handcuffs, a cock cage and a bondage hood while sucking her massive dick under a desk, and he knew by now that his opportunities for "advancement" were nonexistent.

This was the most satisfying moment for Alexia, when a new slave finally accepted his lot in life and did everything and anything to please his Mistress. She looked down at the struggling slut and pulled her cock free, momentarily, giving him some room to breathe.

"Hmmmm. I think tonight I'll take some pictures of you in your sleep sack after I've cum all over your face. You can mail those to your girlfriend and tell her to forget about you. You have a new life now, don't you my little fuck doll?"

"Yes Mistress..."

"Good boy. Now suck it deep! I want my balls under your chin."

As she plunged her fat phallus back down his throat and moaned in pleasure, a series of knocks came from her office door.

"Fuck... Who is it?"

The door opened and Katherine walked into the dimly lit room, the metal portions of her uniform glimmering in the low light.

"Chief Matron? I told you earlier that I needed to speak with you."

"Oh, Lieutenant Katherine... that's right."

Alexia kept right on fucking the boys mouth, pushing deeper into his throat as the slurping grew louder from beneath her desk. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back once again, annoyed by the sudden intrusion. Her skin began glowing a soft red as her pleasure increased.

"Well, go ahead. Speak!"

Katherine was more than a little alarmed that she could no longer have a meeting with her superior that didn't involve indiscreet sex. It was exactly this kind of behavior that she'd come to discuss, but she maintained her composure.

"Chief Matron, something has to be done. These events are becoming more and more common."

"I assume you mean the trouble with Bayonetta and Jeanne?"

"Yes, but it's not just that... it's all the sisters. You should have seen the prison ward after the latest incident!"

"Our sexuality is what drives us. It's what makes us as strong as we are today. Our needs must be met, so we can continue to do our good work. You knew that when you signed on."

"Yes, but what if it's overcoming our reason? The power we took from Phalleus has grown stronger in us with each passing year. More and more of the sisters have begun acting irrationally."

Alexia sighed.

"You're overreacting Katherine. I am well apprised of the state of our coven, as are the other Chief Matrons of our order. We shall monitor the situation and we will not allow it become a serious problem. Now, if that's all Lieutenant, you are dismissed." 

Katherine opened her mouth to protest, but quickly bit her tongue. She posed herself in rigid salute and bowed before turning to leave.

"Yes, Chief Matron."

Alexia was moaning vigorously by the time Katherine reached the door. Seconds after closing it behind her, a wail of orgasm pierced the walls and reverberated through the hallway. The Lieutenant's eyes narrowed as she marched down the dark corridor.

'Allow it? We already have a serious problem.'