Bayonetta's Abuse

by James Bondage

Chapter 1

Bayonetta's shaft throbbed in James' mouth. He gurgled on her sperm, feeling his throat backing up with her thick, creamy pre-cum. He was powerless to stop her.

She laughed at him, grabbed the handles on the hood of his latex bondage suit and pulled his face into her thrusting hips. Her huge gleaming scrotum, heavy with seed, smacked repeatedly into his chin. The waterbed rocked and waved as she mercilessly raped his mouth and the pungent odors of latex, rubber and sweaty cock filled James' nostrils.

After a particularly vigorous thrust she held his head firmly to her pubis, his lips sealed around the base of her fat phallus. James tried to pull away as guttural sounds emanated from his tightly packed throat, but her grasp was like iron.

"Yeah, just keep making those pretty noises" Bayonetta chided before finally relaxing her grip and allowing his mouth to slide halfway off her cock.

After a short reprieve to inhale fresh air she returned to fucking his throat full force. The deep throating continued for some ten minutes until finally a scream announced her climax.

She yanked his head forward, plunging her cock down his throat and disgorging her enormous, virile load into him like a cum receptacle. He realized he was choking and spluttered, trying to stem the flow, but her thick cock effortlessly plugged his oral passage.

"Swallow, boy" she intoned and he was forced to obey. Her thick jizm rushed into his stomach and he shuddered in shame, his own vastly smaller penis stiffening in a sad emulation of her godlike member.

"Ahhhhhh, YES, take it all slut... SUCK IT! Suck it all out! You must always finish the meals that Momma prepares for you. Wasting even a drop means punishment." She pumped his face at a slower pace now as shot after shot of rich cum made its way down her shaft and deposited itself in James' cum coated guts.

Eventually her thunderous orgasm subsided and Bayonetta began the arduous task of withdrawing her cock from his body. Knobby, thick veins brushed his lips as she drew back, taking a full step off the bed. The cock slid over his tongue like a train vibrating over tracks. Even as inch after inch of her glistening shaft was removed from his body, more seemed to magically appear. Had he really swallowed this much of her mighty cock?

Suddenly, his lips widened and her bright red cockhead slid from his mouth with a loud pop. It quivered before his eyes, then spat a glob of cum onto his face, completing his subjugation.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful my little slut! You've earned a rest, but don't get too comfortable. I have a full appetite tonight!"

She released the handles on the sides of his bondage hood and James slumped forward, a sticky mess. The suit bound him in tight latex from head to toe and the only openings in the suit were for his eyes, nose, ears, mouth, penis and asshole. The suit zippered up in the back and was locked with a tiny padlock at the base of his neck.

He was allowed to remove it only on the rare occasion that she let him bathe. At all other times he was locked in the sinister latex prison and chained up wherever Bayonetta wanted him, which was usually the bed. Her constant sexual advances meant that more often than not he was extremely hot and sweaty within the suit, and her regular cum baths only added to his disgusting predicament.

Immensely satisfied, Bayonetta stepped back, her cock hanging lewdly between her strong thighs. James could only look up in awe at his captor and tormentor. His knees were stiff from cock sucking but he didn't dare move from his position, knowing full well the punishment he'd suffer at her hands. At least today she hadn't fitted him with an arm binder... yet.

He knelt on the rubber sheets of the waterbed and attempted to catch his breath as she moved around the dwelling checking her email and inhaling more powdered energy, no doubt for their next session. She grasped her fat cock and stroked the foul length as she went about her business.

Bayonetta was well over his height, having at least a head on him, and that wasn't where her superiority ended. On the contrary, while he was only moderately handsome, with a nice enough figure and face, she was a beauty second-to-none.

Her skin shone with glossy health and a light layer of sweat, while her dark hair flowed with life, reaching down to cradle her amazon ass. Her shoulders were broad and powerful and her breasts were magnificent H cups. They seemed to have a life of their own, jiggling and swaying with every motion, her nipples hard dents in the leather of her costume. From there, her body curved out into wide, child bearing hips, not that James would ever know the joy of making them swell with seed. He would forever be her cock slut, only fit to suck her enormous erection.

Her penis was impossibly huge, measuring 16 inches from base to tip, although he suspected it might be even more than that. As she fisted it now it throbbed with vigor that seemed to suggest it was even broader, even longer than before.

She'd fucked him so many times today that James imagined her balls must be close to empty, but every time he had that thought she would turn around and continue to shoot load after load of her slimy dick juice into his body. The width of her shaft made servicing it very difficult, but her harsh training had transformed him into a skilled cock sucker. Despite his shame, he also felt an odd sort of pride in his ability to perform his duties as her cum guzzling slave.

Suddenly, her dick sprang to life again. She quickly stepped to the side of the bed, yanked on the chain attached to his collar and plowed her cock into his waiting mouth. He choked as she shoved it back down his gullet, yet he felt relieved.

Often, her face fucking was preceded by a lengthy slapping with her gargantuan horse cock. Maybe James' acceptance of his new role and his improved efforts to please her had earned him this small leniency? Perhaps eventually she might even feed him something other than the sludge-like cum she'd nursed him on for the last two weeks?

He looked up into Bayonetta's dark blue eyes, searching for some indication that this was so, but all he saw was burning lust as she grasped the hood handles once more and began sawing her absurdly large penis in and out of his throat.

Had it been two weeks already? The only way he had to measure time was when she fucked his now loose asshole. He figured she only did that two or three times a day, while the blowjobs she demanded were much more frequent. He was certainly thankful for that, unsure that his tortured ass could take much more.

James shuddered in her grasp, coughing and gagging each time her massive, slimy fuck rod plunged into his oral cavity.

"That's it, full suction you fucking bitch! Show me how much you want my filth!"

Bayonetta had established a solid rhythm and the minutes flew by as her slick meat pole slurped in and out of James' pussy mouth.

"Suck harder!" she commanded as she increased her pace slightly.

He sucked eagerly, knowing that the sooner this shemale goddess orgasmed, the sooner he would get another break. But was that the only reason? Was it possible that he now wanted to please her and that he had embraced this life of sexual slavery? Could this really be... what he wanted?

James snapped back to reality as he felt her cum pouring down his throat once again. She held his head in a vice grip, completely impaled on her cock as she fired several more globs of jizm into his belly. He could feel her giant balls tightening and draining below his chin, until finally she released his head and James recoiled gagging and gasping for air.

Bayonetta raised her thigh-high boot and knocked him on his ass, laughing wickedly.

"Now I

need a rest!"

She sighed contentedly as she lowered herself down, sitting squarely on his face. He could see only acres and acres of creamy thigh flesh and her soft, doughy ass. She ground her butt into his nose, snickering at him while her cock continued to ooze.

"Oh, you're quite the comfy seat, boy!"

As her massive ass cheeks engulfed his face, James' thoughts turned to how he had become a slave to this crazy shemale.

He had learned about her via an online ad. A woman had advertised herself as being an especially rough, but loving dominatrix who loved to role play as Bayonetta. It sounded kinky and James had long held an interest in finding someone like her to have fun with, but within seconds of arriving at her apartment he knew he was in over his head.

He had been expecting your garden variety femdom with various toys and strapons whom he could complete a transaction with and be on his way. He had not expected an elephant dicked shemale who was looking for a new full time slave.

James had never seen her dressed in anything but her various Bayonetta attire nor heard her called by any other name. Even online she had introduced herself as "Lady Bayonetta", so it was the only name he had for her. He doubted this was even her real house or that she met any regular clients here. It seemed more like a secondary dwelling where she kept her slave and could get away from her work when she wished without unwanted interruptions.

James was suddenly shocked back to reality as Bayonetta raised her hand and brought it down on his member with a firm swat. In response, he could feel it trembling and oozing only a miniscule amount of pre-cum compared to her copious ejections.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at his dick, then suddenly she slapped it again. She held up a single finger.

"It's so small! What do you expect to do with THAT?"

She poked her fingertip at it, then smiled and grabbed his hand, wrapping it around her fat penis.

"THIS is a COCK

, boy! Not like that little weenie you've got!"

She pushed his face harder into the rubber sheets, laughing uproariously while she thrust her cock at his hand, using his fist to masturbate. She flicked at his dick with her fingers repeatedly and giggled, unable to take such a small penis seriously.

Feeling Bayonetta's cock rise from softness to her full, raging erection made James shudder in fear and anticipation. The great, greasy shaft was growing and rising mere inches from his face, while his nostrils were stuffed with the aroma of her plump ass and her heavy, dangling balls.

Soon her cock was ready to go again and she began rocking back and forth on his face, groaning faintly.

"Booooooy..." she moaned, "I need a hole."

James swallowed as she lifted herself up and turned to face him.

"A hole, boy! Or are you going to leave my beautiful cock" she swung it back and forth before his face dreamily, "Out in the cold? You cruel slut!"

Then she began her real taunting, finding a vein running along the bottom of her cock that was wider than James's entire penis. She began to gently trace her digit down the length of her sperm channel, from top to bottom. James was mesmerized, unable to take his eyes from her roving hand. When she reached her balls, she grabbed them, massaging them firmly.

"Well?" she moaned, toying.

"My holes exist only to be filled by you, Mistress Bayonetta."

It was the first thing he'd said out loud all day, and they were precisely the words Bayonetta wanted to hear. She smiled devilishly as James rolled over onto his stomach and spread out on the waterbed, raising his asshole to her.

Her enormous weight was crushing as she fell upon him, laying her massive cock in between his ass cheeks; a colossal hotdog resting on a bun that seemed far too small to accommodate it. She pushed her cock up and down between his cheeks, teasing him, and James wiggled his butt in anticipation.

Finally she could wait no longer and forced her dickhead up James' ass and proceeded to fiercely fuck him. James winced at the sudden invasion and pulled forward slightly in a feeble attempt to slow her advance. Bayonetta spit on his back, angered at his weakness. She smacked his ass hard, flaring her nostrils and glaring murder at him for daring to delay her full penetration.

"Clearly you need more training" she hissed. Then, she reached for an arm binder, mischief glowing in her eyes.

Her penis lodged halfway in his ass, she quickly grabbed his arms and slid them into the leather prison behind his back. She tightened it, shoved him face first into the bed and returned to the task at hand.

James felt completely helpless, immobilized as he was and being fucked like a bitch doggy style, his dick almost completely soft now. Oblivious to his feelings, Bayonetta snarled like an animal, groaning, panting and roughly jamming more and more of her obscene cock into James' ass.

"Boooooooooy! That's good! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!

"

She screamed and moaned as she groped at his body, unable to resist anymore. Bayonetta pounded his asshole, raping him like a whore, and the harder she thrust the more he felt his penis responding.

His dick was beginning to grow stiff from her power and domination. The abused had come to love the abuser. He bucked his hips back at her thrusts as he felt his dick getting harder and harder. His body was now slack muscle framed by white hot centers of pain and pleasure; a burning hunger in his prostate for release.

Suddenly, he groaned and started cumming, his penis jack-hammering out its load, spewing onto the rippling rubber mattress below. Her own shaft, snug and warm in his body, grew fatter and meaner, as if feeding on his orgasm. James' body went completely limp as Bayonetta dug her fingers into his latex encased hips and continued to shaft him.

Twenty minutes of relentless fucking later, Bayonetta gave an earth shattering wail and beat the shit out of his ass, smacking it over and over again. James felt her monolithic cock erupt in his body, hosing down his insides with the vigor and volume of a stud stallion. His body was drenched in cum and he collapsed, a totally broken man.

"Please mistress, let me rest" he implored.

Bayonetta pumped his ass for a while longer, ignoring his pleas and taking the maximum pleasure she could from the act. At last, she tried to pull her cock out, but grunted, realizing it was stuck and dragged him a solid foot across the bed as she tried to get her dick free.

It finally popped out with a wet slurch and her sperm drained out onto the bed, coating James in yet another cum bath. Slowly, Bayonetta rose and swept her hair from her face.

"You did good, boy" she purred as she ran her fingers over his cum slick bondage suit.

She continued to pet him for a time, rubbing her sperm into the latex so that it would forever carry her scent. Then, she pushed her cock into his face once more.

"Clean me" she ordered.

James leaned forward and began the task without hesitation. He didn't know if this would ever end, and he no longer wanted it to.

Bayonetta's Abuse

by James Bondage

Chapter 2: Double Team

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 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.”

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

by James Bondage

Chapter 3: 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.

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

by James Bondage

Chapter 5: 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.

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

by James Bondage

Chapter 6: 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...”

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

by James Bondage

Chapter 7: 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.

“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.”