Chapter 13: Paradiso

Cool autumn rain pitter-pattered on the cobblestone walkway as James hurriedly followed Bayonetta to her new lair. They jogged from the car park to the entrance of a classy looking, unfamiliar apartment building. By the time they reached the lobby their leather and latex clad bodies were glossy and dripping. It was almost refreshing after their time in the wasteland. The rain served to wash off the residual dust and grime of the desert.

The woman sitting at the front desk glanced up at them briefly and raised an eyebrow. She returned to her magazine as the couple moved to the elevator and Cereza pressed the call button. The assistant didn’t seem overly surprised at people dressed in fetish gear heading upstairs. Perhaps that was a common occurrence in swanky condos like these.

The route to the city and the neighborhood James now found himself in were, likewise, unfamiliar. Bayonetta had explained their situation on the way back. Given the gravity of recent events, it was time for them to lay low for a while. Since Jeanne knew the location of the old safe house, Cereza had prepared a second one.

As the sliding doors closed, she pressed her buxom curves on James, pushing him up against the wall. They kissed long and deep as the elevator hummed and sailed upward. Their eyes remained shut as their wet bodysuits gripped and rubbed one another noisily. James’ cock grew hard in the steamy latex prison as she sucked on his tongue and groped him all over.

DING

The doors re-opened and so did their eyes. Bayonetta smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the elevator and down the hallway. Their boots sank into the lush carpeting as they made their way down the dimly lit corridor. After passing several doors, Cereza stopped, extracted her key and opened the way.

The smells of fresh paint and leather hit James’ nostrils as soon as they walked in. It was a giant, open air studio loft with a full kitchen and a staircase that led up to the second floor bedroom. The curtain-draped windows were large, providing an ample view of the city that would be marvelous when the weather was better.

A brand new leather couch and loveseat were present along with various other furniture that had recently been delivered. Boxes were everywhere, some opened and some not. No doubt they contained new kitchenwares, housewares, bathroom products, rubber bedding, fetish clothing, bondage equipment and sex toys. James knew Cereza’s priorities well by now.

“Wow! Definitely an upgrade.”

“I’m glad you like it” Bayonetta purred, watching him stroll further into their new home. “The walls, ceiling and floor have been soundproofed. We can make as much noise as we want, here.”

“Oh, my...” James said with a cheeky smile and a wink.

Cereza chuckled. “I’d say you’ve earned a shower and your choice of dinner after what we’ve been though.”

“Thanks. A shower sounds amazing. And as for food, how bout something Greek?”

“I’ll call it in while you get clean” she responded, moving to one of the large boxes and opening it. She pulled out a fresh, black, latex gimp-suit still lined in protective plastic. Bayonetta turned and held it up for him to see. “Enjoy your freedom in the bathroom, because once you dry off, I’m sealing you in this. I have new collar for you as well. And a new armbinder to try later.”

James grinned, his cock stirring again in response to her lustful demands. “Yes, Mistress.”

A long line of styrofoam food caskets were strewn across the coffee table; evidence of a decadent meal. James and his Mistress were lounging on the new leather sofa, relaxing with full bellies. Cereza was stretched out lengthwise, her boots abandoned on the floor. Her feet lay in James’ lap, receiving a firm, soothing massage from her obedient gimp. As the show they’d been watching came to an end, James looked over and saw that Bayonetta’s eyes were struggling to stay open.

“You talked a big game on the way here, but it doesn’t seem like you’ll be dominating anything tonight.”

The wicked Witchinatrix sighed in contentment. “Sorry, my love. I was riding high on victory. Should’ve known I’d be exhausted after that ordeal.”

“No worries. You need the rest and my ass could use a break.”

Cereza giggled. James released her feet and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He pointed it at the entertainment center, navigating endless rows of streamable programming on their massive new widescreen.

“Isn’t it amazing? Now that there’s so much stuff to watch on-demand, people spend more time than ever just trying to decide...”

“So much crap to watch” Bayonetta remarked. “But you’re right, it’s silly how we end up scrolling endlessly. There should be a word for that.”

“There is a term for it.”

“What’s that?”

“The Paradox of Choice.”

“Hmmmm ... Explain.” Cereza implored, pulling back her feet and sitting up at the end of the sofa.

“It’s the psychological phenomenon that, the more choices you’re given, the less satisfied you’ll be with any decision you make. The opportunity cost of going through all those choices and making a decision combined with your heightened expectations, due to having so many options, means that, inevitably, you’ll be disappointed with the outcome. Basically, too much choice can be a very bad thing. I watched a famous professor give a great lecture about it once.”

Bayonetta laughed and nodded her head. “I like that. It explains so much about the modern world. And it tracks nicely with S&M.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, if too much choice makes people miserable, it follows that being given no choice at all will lead them to ecstasy.” Cereza’s eyebrows darted upward twice in rapid succession. She was being cheeky, yet there was a certain logic to it.

James grinned sheepishly and nodded. “I never thought about it like that. Definitely true for a certain segment of the population.”

“Mmmhmmm. Naughty bottoms and submissive sluts like you.”

He resumed his browsing, maneuvering through long lists of movies and TV series until he found something that looked appealing. “How bout this? Wanna watch?”

When no answer came, he looked to his right and found Bayonetta gazing into the distance. She was lost in thought.

“Helllloooooo? Earth to Cereza!”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, that’s fine. Play that.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah ... just a little distracted. I shouldn’t worry about it until tomorrow, but my mind keeps wandering to what I’m going to say.”

“To the coven, you mean?”

“Yep. After what went down, a statement is definitely needed.”

CerezaOnTop: Hey kiddo, you busy?

RoxTheCasbah: Never too busy for you! What up, B?

CerezaOnTop: There was a bit of an incident yesterday. You may have heard.

RoxTheCasbah: HAH! That’s putting it mildly! Everyone who went with Alexia has been really tight-lipped and touchy since getting back. What did you do??? Give them all a spanking?

CerezaOnTop: In a manner of speaking.

RoxTheCasbah: Dammit! I never get to see the good stuff!

CerezaOnTop: Trust me, it’s better you weren’t there.

RoxTheCasbah: Alright, but I want all the dirt later.

CerezaOnTop: Of course.

RoxTheCasbah: What can I do for you?

CerezaOnTop: I’ve prepared a statement. I want it sent out to all members with no exceptions. And I need it to be untraceable.

RoxTheCasbah: Easy peasy. Is that it?

CerezaOnTop: Yes, that’s all for now.

RoxTheCasbah: Send it to my home email, not my work address. And make sure it’s encrypted. I’ll take care of the rest.

CerezaOnTop: Understood.

RoxTheCasbah: You want it go out today?

CerezaOnTop: As soon as you can, yes.

RoxTheCasbah: Cool. I’m on it.

CerezaOnTop: Thanks, Roxy. I’m going to be off on a little getaway until things cool down. When I get back, we’ll do lunch and I’ll dish all the juicy details.

RoxTheCasbah: You better!

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP

Alexia’s crop lacerated her slave’s ass over and over. The young man was bound on a padded spanking bench, his leather-clad body blending in nicely with the glossy black fuck-furniture. Only his ass and head were free from constricting leather and metal. His ass flap hung open as she slashed away at his reddened flesh. It was easy to picture Cereza’s face on those punished ass cheeks after what had transpired the day before.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP

“AHHHHHHHH!!!”

The slave grunted and howled as her blows rained down. She varied the force, but few were gentle. Alexia’s cock grew harder with every blistering swat into his well beaten bottom. It jutted out from the unzipped opening of her shiny, blue latex bodysuit. Pre-cum drooled from her glans and her face was flush red. Alexia was giddy with lust and control. Lately, she couldn’t decide which she enjoyed more; beating him or fucking him.

After a few more particularly hard strikes she relented and tossed the crop aside. Alexia stalked around to his front, her boot heels echoing off the floor. She grabbed him by the hair and raised his head off the bench. The haughty brunette ducked down so they saw eye to eye.

“Why are you being punished, slave?”

“Because I didn’t make your tea properly, Mistress!”

“How many sugars do I take?”

“Th-Three sugars, Mistress!”

“You’re not going to forget again, are you?”

“No, Mistress Alexia!”

She dropped his head, seized her cock and stroked it up and down hungrily. She’d almost cum from the fear in his voice, alone. It was time to feed this bound fuck-boy his lunch. She had a half hour until her next meeting and she was going to enjoy every minute.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Alexia ceased her masturbation and turned toward the office door, already annoyed. “Fucking hell ... I specifically said ‘do not disturb.’ WHAT?!?“

The door opened a crack and a voice emanated from outside. “My apologies, Chief Matron, but a matter of some importance...”

“Oh, Lieutenant Katherine. Please, do come in.”

The tall, blonde enforcer entered and quickly shut the door behind her. The buxom woman’s latex creaked around her body as she entered. Her shoulder guards, arm guards and guns clinked with each step until she came to a stop. Katherine was no longer surprised to see Alexia with her cock out and enjoying a bound slave in her office. Such occurrences were common now, even among the Chief Matrons.

The Umbran Enforcer removed her cap and bowed before beginning. “Mistress Alexia, there’s been a communication from Bayonetta you should see right away.”

Alexia’s look grew concerned as she strode to her desk. “A communication to whom?”

“Everyone.”

The Chief Matron didn’t bother to zip herself up before leaning down and checking the terminal at her desk. She found the message Katherine spoke of immediately. It was from an anonymous source, yet marked with a high priority flag.

“My Umbran Sisters,

Recently a Lumen plot was unveiled due to fateful circumstance. The activities of Father Olvey were a threat to our entire order and needed to be stopped. Stopped they were by the actions of many valiant Sisters and our dominance in this region was maintained.

I have taken the extraordinary step of speaking to you directly about this matter without the approval of the Chief Matrons. I did this because I feel every Sister needs to know what happened. This was no minor operation on their part, but a major power play. Olvey and his sages successfully summoned a demon from the Inferno for the first time in hundreds of years. Their goal was to strip us of the enhanced abilities bestowed on us by Marioch; the one we call Phalleus. Thankfully, their end game was denied.

An avalanche of emotions descended upon Alexia.

Anger that Bayonetta had enacted her own plan without consulting Umbra leadership. That she’d sent this message without the Matrons approval and left Alexia and many other Sisters in an embarrassing mess the other day.

Relief that she hadn’t revealed what a fiasco the operation was or that Cereza had pretty much single-handedly saved the day.

Suspicion about her claims regarding Marioch and, even if they were true, what her real motives would prove to be. Only time would tell. Calling upon the denizens of the Inferno was a skill known by all in their order, but imprisoning a demon? For personal use? That was uncharted territory, even for the Umbra.

Alexia released her desk and straightened her back. “That will be all for now, Lieutenant. Thank you.”

The Chief Matron didn’t look back at her enforcer before strolling to the window. She was lost in thought with a hand on her chin. Katherine was glad she didn’t have to hide her grin. The armed blonde saluted and made her way out. The dutiful soldier was glad someone was re-asserting order into a coven that had grown far too chaotic.

The door shut and Alexia took stock of her bound slave. Despite Bayonetta’s massive presumption, the ring of truth resided in some of her words. When was the last time Alexia had shown her slut any kindness? Asked him how he was feeling? Did more than demand his total obedience and sexual servitude? The Chief Matron couldn’t recall.

Frustrated, she stalked back to the bondage bench and parked herself in front of him. She put her hands on her hips, her cock now hanging half-flaccid below.

“Slave, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the unvarnished truth. Do not tell me what you think I want to hear. Just answer honestly. You will not be punished regardless of what you say. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His body wiggled in its bonds, his anxiety evident.

“Do you enjoy being my slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Very much so.”

‘You already knew the answer to that one. Be more precise.’

The Chief Matron thought a few moments before speaking again. “If you could change anything about our arrangement, anything at all, what would it be?”

“Oh ... Ummm, it would be nice if I didn’t have to sleep in the cage all the time.”

Alexia smirked and her eyes narrowed. ‘I lined it with leather just for you.’

“And maybe I could pick what we have for dinner once in a while?”

The Chief Matron seized her girthy unit and resumed stroking it. ‘What, your birthday dinner isn’t enough?’

“ ... Perhaps we could cuddle from time to time?”

Alexia shoved her cock in his mouth, silencing him instantly. Her hips pressed forward and she burrowed her fleshy sausage in deep until the glans hit the back of his throat. His straining eyes peered up at her, confused by the sudden shift in tone. Regardless, he took up his task obediently, sucking away on her meaty shaft. She took hold of his head and started thrusting into his sucking lips eagerly.

The brown haired Goddess sighed. His baby blues kept peeking up, pleading with her as she fucked his mouth.

“I’ll think about it. Now suck me off, bitch.”

It was a beautiful day on the Bora Bora Islands, but then again, it seemed almost every day was gorgeous in this place. James had learned a bit about the region from promotional pamphlets available on their flight. The temperature rarely deviated above eighty five degrees or below seventy five. The dry season ranged from June to October. The rest of the year had lovely days like these broken up by periods of monsoon rain. The island’s economy was mostly tourism. If heaven existed on Earth, this might be it.

It had only been a matter of days between Cereza unveiling her “Bayonetta & James Go Tropical” plan to finding himself in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They had a lovely villa many times bigger than a couple could possibly need, a private beach and many other accommodations within walking distance or a short cab ride from their island hideaway.

It was strange being in French Polynesia, a place that was as far as you could get from France where people spoke only French and assorted native languages. Stranger still that his first day in such a lovely place was being spent getting buried. Only James’ shoulders and head remained visible above the white sand. It had taken almost an hour to dig a hole big enough for him to fit in. Cereza had spent the last ten minutes filling it in around him; packing down the sand and making sure he couldn’t budge.

James looked up at his beautiful Goddess as she finished the job; sweeping more sand over his shoulders and upper chest. Leave it to Bayonetta to wear leather and latex to the beach. Her shiny, black latex bra barely contained her massive milkers. The garment almost passed as the top half of a two piece bathing suit, but not quite. Her leather skirt ran snugly down to her knees. The bulge in its front grew more prominent by the minute as Cereza sealed her slave in sand below her.

She pushed a few more mounds of the sparkling silt over his shoulders and around his neck, packing them down tightly. The deed was done. James was entombed in the Earth, aside from his protruding head. He couldn’t budge a millimeter and that put a mischievous smile on Bayonetta’s face. She collapsed beside him to rest a few minutes before enjoying his predicament to the fullest.

“We could be seeing the sites right now, scuba diving, deep sea fishing ... but your priority was burying me in sand and fucking my mouth.”

“Shush, Cheshire. There’ll be time for all that. This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and I wasn’t going to wait another day to indulge.”

“Fair enough. Did you bring any sunscreen?”

“You won’t need sunscreen in a minute when I’m plowing your face.”

“True...” he snickered. “You know, it was weird hearing you speak French earlier. I’m so used to your British accent. I like both, though. I bet you could make any language sound sexy.”

“Thank you, darling. I hope my French wasn’t too out of practice.”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t speak a word.”

“Yes, especially when you have a giant cock in your mouth.”

James chuckled. “My god, you’re even hornier than usual! I’m in trouble these next two weeks, aren’t I?”

“You have no idea.”

Bayonetta rose, unzipped her leather skirt and tossed it aside. She stepped into view and turned to face him; her shadow casting over James’ head. Her thick cock was at full attention and her weighty scrotum hung below it. Her full, hairless package gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, appetizing as ever to James’ covetous eyes. The fat, meaty length that he’d serviced so many times before was ready for another round of debauchery. Cereza closed the distance to him and lowered to her knees in the warm, soft sand.