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."