Chapter 11: Gathering Storm

“Ohhhhhh! OHHHH GOD!!!”

Moans flowed freely from James’ mouth as Bayonetta’s fist slurped in and out of his well stretched pucker. It was late morning and although their play session had stretched on for nearly two hours, Mistress showed no signs of slowing. His beautiful, latex-clad Domina grinned deviously as she plunged her shiny hand into his warm, succulent bottom over and over. She went to the elbow with each glorious thrust, watching in delight as her slave squirmed in his bindings. After each sensual dive, her arm pulled back and stretched his sissy hole wide with her knuckles before repeating the act.

SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP

“Cum for Mistress you fucking whore! I know there’s more filth in that sad little sack of yours!”

James wasn’t so sure. He’d already nutted three times during their lengthy play and although he was rock hard again, he couldn’t imagine he had more cum to offer before re-hydrating. He wasn’t capable of the torrential ejaculations or infinite climaxes of his well hung Goddess. He was merely human.

His recent emissions were slathered around his midsection, gluing the gimp suit to James’ body with the usual combination of sweat and sticky spunk. It was the same latex suit he’d spent the night in, locked in a sleep sack beside his Mistress. It was the same one he’d been wearing when she fucked his face and ass in bed, long before they got up and Bayonetta locked him onto the bondage bench. It was the same one he’d be wearing for who knows how long as he marinated in his own juices and the cum of his captor. This decision, like all others, was hers to make.

“Y-Yes Mistress!” he answered through gritted teeth as her fist glided into his hot depths repeatedly. Her forearm slurped in and out of his well fucked boy-pussy, stretching him ever wider and driving his prostate wild with slick, heavenly latex.

The discomfort in James’ chest, arms and shins was mild thanks to the thick leather padding on the bench. Multiple leather straps were wound tightly around each limb and his midsection, sealing him to the unit until Mistress chose to free him. The headrest had been removed completely. Bayonetta wouldn’t allow it to impede her periodic fucking of James’ mouth. Her slave would just have to endure without the convenience.

Allowing his head to hang off the side of the bench freely would’ve been too simple, so Mistress had put the bondage harness around James’ body to good use. From a D ring on his back, a length of rope proceeded up to the back of his head. It was connected to a studded leather strap that folded over the top of his hooded face and ended in a shiny metal nose-hook, the prongs of which were buried in James’ nostrils. This had the dual effect of keeping him in a disciplined position and providing ready access to his mouth whenever she craved his throat.

SMACK SMACK

The open palm of her free hand lambasted his ass cheeks before she picked up the pace of her fist fucking. The sudden bursts of fresh pain sent warm, pleasurable waves through his body. His limbs yanked on their bonds in futility as she arm-fucked him powerfully.

SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP

“OHHHGODDDDDDD! OHHHFUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!”

James’ eyes fluttered. His eyes rolled back and his cock discharged for the fourth time that morning. White, milky splooge erupted into the bottom of his bondage suit, pushing sweat and cum further in all directions, the paste-like deluge oozing ever deeper into his rubber prison.

“AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He could do nothing but take the overdose of pleasure as Bayonetta continued her fist pumping in and out. She worked over his prostate continuously, his ass tingling and his cock firing out of control as his Goddess controlled his orgasm and milked her slutty gimp for every ounce of filth that she could coax. He grunted as his neck attempted to pull forward. James was denied as the small metal studs dug deeper into his nose and pulled his nostrils open slightly wider.

It had been a while since Cereza had bound him this thoroughly and kept him restrained for so long. She no doubt desired an extended session to reinforce her total dominance after his recent flight and dalliance with another woman. The fact that he’d had no control over it didn’t matter. Any excuse to debase, abuse and utterly put James in his place was good for Bayonetta. Or no excuse at all, for that matter.

SCCCHHHLLLLOOORRRPPPP

Her arm pulled free and James’ pucker shrunk back to only a slight gape. Cereza examined her wet, glossy arm and looked down at his battered asshole with smug pleasure.

“See, slave? I said you had one more in you! Mistress knows best, hmmm?”

“Yes, Mistress...”

James breathed deeply, attempting to cool himself in his hot, clammy bondage. Sweat and cum oozed around his body as his second skin clung to him moistly.

“Mistress has one more too. So get ready.”

Bayonetta was hard as a rock. Her gloved hand glided up and down her engorged, meaty pole as she eyed his juicy ass and licked her lips. Fisting her bitch-boy’s ass had to be her favorite activity after mouth fucking and anal. Spanking was probably fourth. Come to think of it ... he needed another spanking, didn’t he?

Cereza dropped her cock and reached for the long leather paddle she’d set aside. It had already seen considerable action that morning.

“Remind me, slut. What are we up to for spankings? Was it fifty or sixty?”

“Sixty, Mistress!”

“Hmmm, alright. Seventy it is then.”

James drew a deep breath and braced himself. He knew what was coming any second.

WHHHHHHHAAAP

“Sixty one!” he called out reflexively. He no longer needed to be told. James knew from experience what Mistress wanted.

WHHHHHHHAAAP

“Sixty two!”

Each wide slap of the thick leather paddle slammed across both ass cheeks and brought fresh ache, but also a renewed flow of endorphins to his body. Bayonetta did this regularly between fuckings and she knew just how to make it heighten the experience. Each round of spankings before a lengthy deep dicking pre-loaded the chemical release that would make being ravaged feel even more incredible during the act. Crucially, the spankings had to be more intense between each round as the slave’s pain threshold ratcheted up.

WHHHHHHHAAAP

“Seventy!” his voice cracked as he called out the last number.

WHHHHHHHAAAP

“AHHHHHHH!!!”

One more for good measure. She liked to surprise him sometimes.

“Seventy one...”

The leather paddle hit the floor with a thud and Cereza quickly homed in on his well beaten ass. Half of it was still sealed in shiny latex, but the rounded opening that she could see within the unzipped ass flap was nice and puffy red. She reached out and gave his cheeks a squeeze with hungry hands.

“AHHHH!!! FUCK!!!!!” he hissed.

Bayonetta’s fat, fleshy cock might as well have been a steel rod. She brought the tip to his soft, well-stretched pucker and left it leaning at the opening. She swept her sweaty, matted hair from her face and adjusted it behind her. Her own body was just as warm and messy in her sweaty, skin-tight latex suit.

The mess of sweat and cum wasn’t just for subs, it was good for Dommes as well. If you weren’t a mess of juices, you were doing something wrong as far as Bayonetta was concerned. Her entire body vibrated with lust as the wet latex sucked on every inch of her curvy form. Cereza’s desire to rail her gimp slave-bitch into a new state of lust-broken being was immeasurable, but the one thing she wanted more was to hear him plead to be taken.

“Beg for it.”

“Mistress, please...”

“Please WHAT?!?”

“Please, fuck my slutty ass!”

“You want a FAT COCK in that WELL BEATEN ASS of yours?!? Is that it?”

“Yes, Mistress! PLEASE!”

“Of course you do, you fucking slut...”

She grabbed his hips and thrust home powerfully. The full, immense length of her bloated cum-pipe burrowed deep into his fleshy tunnel. They moaned together in mutual pleasure as her hips met his bruised ass cheeks and she bottomed out in her eager slave. His ass was the preeminent holster to her magnificent endowment. It had been that way for well over a year now and would be so for the rest of his bottom-bitch life.

Bayonetta moved her hips in small circles, stretching him out even further as she reveled in his warm depths. Her hot, pulsing missile grew even harder, bathed as it was in the sucking pleasure of submissive flesh. She teased him with her motions as she took hold of his bondage harness and chuckled. She knew he was dying to be fucked, which meant she could elicit some more wonderful begging.

“Please, Mistress!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What was it you wanted again?”

“Please, fuck me!!!”

“How do you wish to be fucked?”

“Hard, Mistress!”

She gave his bondage harness a firm tug. The leather audibly stretched as she pulled it back. The rope, leather strap and nose hook were yanked with it, digging into his nostrils and pulling his face up higher.

“How hard, slave?”

“VERY HARD, MISTRESS! PLEASE! MY SLUTTY ASS NEEDS IT!”

She released the harness and his face fell back to “cock level.” Bayonetta seized his flanks with urgency and began jack-hammer fucking her slave’s hungry hole. She withdrew almost all the way and buried her impossibly long shaft deep in his inviting man-cunt each time. Her pre-cum added to the lubrication he’d received from several messy fuckings that morning. His pucker squelched as she pounded his hole, her hips and fat scrotum smacking into his bottom with each hungry thrust. Bayonetta bore down on him, fucking with all her might as his moans came steadily. His scorched red ass took the pounding in stride, the pain slowly blending into pleasure as the feel-good chemical payoff of lengthy S&M was released into his body yet again.

“Ohhhhhhhh ... YES! YESSSSS! MORE!!! MORE MISTRESS!!!”

SMACK

Bayonetta swatted the sides of his ass for good measure. She never paused in her fucking, sparing one hand intermittently to deliver a fresh blow and dial him up even higher.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“You said you didn’t want it, but I think you were lying ... Bet you’d love to be punished the way Jeanne was. Wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment for you ... You love cock too much.”

“Yes, Mistress! I love cock!”

“And not just any cock ... Big, fat Umbra fem-cock!”

James moaned out his agreement and she rewarded him with another spank.

SMACK

Cereza could enjoy this pleasurable rutting forever, but she badly needed to cum again. Her sizable sack churned with fresh cream, aching to be released into her bitch-boy’s bowels. Besides, her slut had just shot another load all over himself. It was her turn.

She left his ass cheeks to smolder as she seized his sides firmly. She pulled up and changed her angle slightly, determined to fuck him like a human flesh-light until she reached her climax. She threw her head back and increased her frenzied fucking to the fastest pace possible.

PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT

“Oh yeah ... Take it bitch! TAKE MY COCK YOU GIMP BITCH!!!”

PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT

“Yes Mistress! MORE!!! OHHHFUUCCKK! YESSSS!!!”

PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT PLAT

Bayonetta wailed out her climax as her balls clenched and a deluge of hot filth exploded into James’ packed ass. Her sticky paste rushed into his already soiled bottom, the sides of her cock pulsing against his fleshy walls with each spurt. The steaming nectar forced itself deep inside, but found him clogged up with her congealed emissions. As rope after thick rope hosed into her bound slave, the cum doubled back, rushing along the outside of her gushing hose before spraying from the seal of her cock in his pucker.

Cereza continued thrusting, her face frozen in ecstasy as sticky filth sprayed, dripped and blasted from his tight, fleshy hole. She lost herself in nonstop sloppy fucking as her balls emptied, the floor was drenched and her lower body was glazed in her own nougat filth.

After a long minute of moist, messy thrusting, she collapsed on the back of her slave. Cereza leaned against the bondage bench as she caught her breath. James, likewise, was breathing hard, his mind deep in subspace and his body somewhere in the stratosphere after so much stimulation. Bayonetta rested on him for a few minutes before pulling out of her submissive fuck toy.

She walked around to the front of the bench carefully. She was surprised by how woozy she was, though she shouldn’t have been. It had been a marathon session. Bayonetta knew she must be running low on fluids and electrolytes by now. Even her stamina and emissions were not endless, despite appearances.

She held her slimy, half-hard cock up to her bitch boy’s face and aimed at his mouth. His soft, pink lips were open for her instinctually. He looked so cute with his head bound by the nose hook.

“Clean me, slut. Then we can get some brunch.”

James opened his mouth wider as she approached and her cum slathered phallus slipped over his tongue and down into the heavenly walls of his sucking throat. Bayonetta took hold of his head as he suctioned her clean. Giving him a taste of his own defiled ass always drove her wild. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She began to buck in and out slightly ... just to aid the cleaning process, of course.

Within moments her cock began to stir. Seeing her slave in his completely immobilized state and feeling his warm cheeks sucking away on her shaft overwhelmed her. Blood flowed to her fleshy weapon and it began to expand in her gimp slave’s mouth. Her face blushed crimson and lust took hold of her yet again. On days like this, even she was surprised by how much sway her demonic gift held over her. She couldn’t help herself.

“I think ... I still have one more left in me.”

Bayonetta started to saw in and out of his mouth smoothly. Slurping sounds, saliva and pre-cum dribbled from his mouth in between long, luscious thrusts. She buried herself deep in his sucking maw as her grip on his hood became fierce.

Even if it were possible with his throat packed with sticky cock, James wouldn’t have complained.

A freshly scrubbed Bayonetta and a still filthy James sat at the table in the small kitchen of her safe-house. She had changed into a fresh black bodysuit while he languished in cum drenched latex. James was enjoying some freshly cooked bacon and toast as Bayonetta ate a banana and enjoyed a glass of hot tea. It wasn’t often he got a hot, non-liquid breakfast or saw Mistress eat this early in the day. Outside of her lollipops she usually stuck to dinner and little else.

“I’ll be heading into town for a bit. I’m needed at the office.”

“Umbra HQ?” He asked in between bites of bacon. “Weren’t you already debriefed?”

“I was, but there have been new developments. Action will need to be taken soon, apparently.”

“The Lumen?” James asked, pausing his meal.

Cereza took a long sip of her tea, eyeing him sternly before answering. “Yes, but you needn’t worry about it. You’re not one of them anymore. Don’t spare it a single thought.”

“Mostly, I don’t. But I still feel bad a little bad, for Heather...”

“Feel bad for her because she was unfortunate enough to be born into a Lumen family” she responded coldly. “Not because you turned away a love-sick girl who never really knew you.”

“I know you’re right ... Relationships between young couples rarely work out, even under good circumstances.”

“Exactly. And that one was definitely finished once you discovered your true nature. Could you really see Heather as a top?”

James chuckled. “I suppose not, but it doesn’t make me feel better about what happened to her.”

Bayonetta leaned back and folded her arms below her breasts. “She’s nothing to you anymore, but you still care. That’s admirable, but it doesn’t fly in my world. If she, or any of those guards, had been a threat to me, I would’ve ended their lives in an instant.”

“That’s your job.”

“Yes, but I wasn’t just doing my job. I was there for you.” Her face remained placid but her eyes shimmered with moisture. She reached out and covered his hand with her own. “I can’t very well save my prince in shining latex if I’m dead, can I?”

“Dead? You?” he asked incredulously. “Cmon, even Jeanne and her hand-picked assassin weren’t able to pull that off.”

She rubbed the back of his hand a few time with her fingers, smiling at his foolishness.

“I know after some of the things you’ve seen you probably think I’m invincible, but I’m not. None of us are. We can be gone tomorrow as easily anyone else.”

James smirked. He cocked his head to the side slightly and his eyebrows lifted. His expression clearly read: ‘Seriously?’

“Ok, maybe not AS EASILY, but the point is, we’re mortal. We age so slowly that time doesn’t matter to us, but a bullet can kill us like anyone else. Especially if we’re caught with our guard down.”

James’ eyes opened wide, the seriousness of their conversation striking him suddenly. Bayonetta pulled her hand away.