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.