Chapter 8: Lurid Revelations

James' eyes opened for the first time in what felt like days, his pupils slowly adjusting to the light. He began to take in his dismal surroundings and immediately his memories flooded back. His kidnapping, the battle with Jeanne, and being hauled away by the mysterious colleagues of his lover and dominatrix, Bayonetta.

He examined the small room from the top bunk of a prison bed and found his dark seductress sleeping soundly in the bottom bunk below. It was mostly quiet in the cage of cement and steel, though the chatter of other prisoners and the clang of metal doors broke the silence intermittently.

He gazed down at his buxom Mistress, the black latex of her costume hugging her curves so perfectly and her long black hair a silken mass beneath her. Bayonetta's chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, a placid look on her snow white face.

So much had happened since he met his beautiful captor; much of it completely unbelievable. Yet here he was in some holding facility, a captive again, this time to an entire group of crazed, supernaturally powerful women. Was women even the right word? The massive bulges in their body suits certainly begged the question, yet in every other regard they were undoubtedly female.

James waited a few more minutes, allowing the fog of sleep to dissipate before sliding off the mattress and hitting the ground with a thud. He began to stretch his limbs, the latex of his bondage suit creaking as he forced blood to flow to his arms and legs more freely. The room was slightly cool and he was glad, for once, to have the thick fetish gear keeping him so warm.

The chains, padlocks and other restraints that Jeanne had added to his suit had all been removed, presumably so that he didn't piss himself during his stay. He said a silent 'thank you' for that and crossed the short distance to the toilet, relieving himself as Bayonetta began to stir behind him.

She sat up slowly, the mattress barely moving as she shifted her weight.

"Ugh ... these beds are dreadful."

"Tell me about it," James replied as he turned to greet her. "I felt like I was laying on a slab of granite."

He stepped back toward the bed and offered his hand to her.

"Stiffness aside, how are you feeling Mistress?"

She took his hand and stood from the pitiful bunk, her leather boots hitting the floor with loud taps and her lungs filling with air as her dark hair flowed outward. She pressed her body against him immediately, her hands caressing his sides and back as she looked deeply in his eyes.

"I'm fine. The fight with psycho bitch took it out of me, but I've always been swift to recover ... as you are well aware by now."

Their lips met in a full, wet kiss, their arms circling each other warmly. She groped him thoroughly through his latex suit as their tongues explored deeply and without hesitation. The temptation to do more was strong, but the time for answers had come, and James was not about to be derailed. He broke the kiss and took a step back, looking at her intently.

"By 'psycho bitch' I take it you mean your good friend Jeanne? The one who kidnapped me and tried to kill you?"

She looked away, her expression changing from affectionate to bored.

"Jeanne and I have been friends and enemies many times before. It looks like we're enemies again."

"I see, but that tells me nothing about who you are and why we're here."

Bayonetta raised her arms straight up, stretching herself leisurely.

"Do we have to do this right now?'

James folded his arms, a determined look on his face.

"Yes, Cereza, we do. We're in a jail cell, we have nothing but time, and I think I deserve to know the truth after what I've been through."

She sighed, her arms falling back down and crossing below her ample breasts. She leaned against the bed frame and returned her gaze to James.

"I suppose you're right. Fine then ... You already know what I am. I told you that much during our dinner date. And by now you should realize that there are many like me. We call ourselves "Umbra" witches and we have many covens throughout the world. We have a headquarters in the city and that's where we're currently being held."

James nodded, unsurprised by the information so far.

"What did I see when you and Jeanne fought? Was that some kind of 'magic'? Whatever it was, I think she used it on me when she kidnapped me."

"It's no trick, I can assure you of that. Our powers are potent and very real. The Umbra witches have spent centuries learning to pierce the veil between the mortal realm and the celestial order. We study the occult, unearth its secrets and summon its specters and demons to do our bidding. Those beings who cooperate and do us no harm, we learn from. The malevolent ones we fight, seal away, and take their power for our own."

"So, you're the Ghost Busters then?"

Bayonetta chuckled.

"Not exactly, but that's an interesting parallel now that you mention it."

"Is that not the purpose of your organization?"

"It is one of our many tasks, but each Umbra decides for herself what her own goals are. We have laws by which all Umbra must abide, laws that Jeanne has just broken, but in the end the only things we have in common are the pursuit of knowledge and the empowerment of women."

"The Umbra are female only I take it?"

"Correct."

"And there no males summoning spirits and channeling dark powers?"

"Oh, they do exist. They tend toward corruption much more easily though, so we keep them on a short leash. They formed an order called the 'Lumen' that's almost as old as ours. Silly boys..."

"It sounds like you don't take them seriously."

"Only when we have to, which isn't often."

A smile spread across Bayonetta's lips, her dark blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. It was clear she was enjoying the conversation much more than when it began.

James smiled back. Her answers were incredible, on the face of it, yet nothing she said was inconsistent with what he'd seen. He thought for a few moments before speaking again.

"All this power you've gained ... what exactly is the price?"

"Price?"

"No power comes without price or responsibility. It sounds like you're responsible to no one but yourselves. So what's the catch?"

Her smile faded, her tone becoming much more sullen.

"Clever Cheshire ... your questions pierce like arrows. Ask me again some other time. That's not a topic I wish to broach today."

Recognizing that he'd hit upon something sensitive, he made a mental note and moved on.

"Alright, one last question for now. What, if anything, does your order have to do with your..."

"Massive cock?" she interrupted, a grin returning to her face.

James blushed a deep shade of red.

"Between you and Jeanne it wasn't likely to be a coincidence. Meeting more of the witches has only confirmed that."

"We weren't always this way. Our additional sexual endowments are really quite recent. It was about thirty years ago when we made contact with a demon we'd been attempting to reach for ages. His name has no real equivalent in the tongues of humanity, so the Umbra nick-named him "Phalleus."

"Very subtle" James quipped.

Bayonetta laughed and nodded before continuing.

"We knew he would be very powerful and seductive, so we took extreme care in our dealings with him. Like many of his kind, he took us for fools. He offered us power and tried to trick us into subservience, but his scheme backfired and as soon as we understood his magic, we sealed him away. Since then, we've had the power to bestow his gift on the entire sisterhood."

"And all the Umbra embraced it?"

"Absolutely" she answered, her hand reaching down and beginning to rub the growing bulge in her tight, latex bodysuit. "Although it has obvious advantages for sexual dominance, we found, over time, that it was much more than just a cock. It enhances our other magical abilities, extends our already considerable longevity and super charges our libido. It has increased our vitality in every way imaginable."

"And the irony of this doesn't bother you at all?"

"Why should it? If utilizing a big, fat, male appendage paves the way to even greater female empowerment, why not embrace it? You certainly have ... slut."

James blushed again, his arms raising in surrender.

"You got me there."

Bayonetta closed her eyes, her breathing getting louder as she began to stroke herself more firmly through the shiny, black latex. Her gloved hand meshed and rubbed against the material audibly, her other hand finally zippering down the bottom half of her suit, allowing her stiff cock to spring out in front of her.

"In fact, I think you should get over here this instant and embrace it with your mouth."

James watched her glide the black rubber of her glove up and down the thick, white, juicy pole. Pre-cum oozed from the tip heavily as it continued to grow in size and rigidity. His every muscle was eager to oblige her, but the chatter of inmates became louder in the background, sparking his nerves. He looked out the door to see several other witches in the cells across the hall now watching them intently.

"But ... Mistress, they're right there."

"So? We can put on a little show. I'm sure they'll show their gratitude."

"But what if the guards... ?"

She crossed the short distance to him immediately, grabbed him by the head and held her cock to his mouth.

"Stop talking, bitch, and leave your mouth open."

He obeyed her command, staring up at her apprehensively as she pulled his mouth over her engorged prick. Her phallus was almost at it's full erect length of sixteen inches as it glided into his mouth. She increased her grip on the top and back of his head, sawing in and out of his mouth slowly at first, but then more urgently as her cock soaked in his saliva.

"One of these days you'll learn to shut up and suck cock when I tell you. It doesn't matter where we are! I'll fuck your face in Central Park if I fucking well please! Now suck it good and loud! I want the whole cell block to hear your lips doing their job properly!"

He increased his suction at her behest, his tongue already wagging back and forth on the underside of her slick meat. He pleasured her exquisitely, his hands grasping at nothing but air. Her sudden and very aggressive invasion had caught him off guard. The prisoners outside began to egg Bayonetta on, the group of witches quickly growing excited as she got louder and more demanding.

"Hands behind your back, slave! I may not have a proper arm-binder, but I don't want to see your fucking hands while you smoke my cock!"

James positioned his arms behind his back and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand, locking them behind him to the best of his ability. She was fucking his face in a steady rhythm now, his mouth gliding along her thick, moist flesh and toward the opening of her suit where her smooth, heavy ball sack hung down. Her balls swayed back and forth with each thrust, smacking his chin as she bottomed out in his throat.

"That's it slave ... You just love this cock, don't you? Do you realize I haven't bathed since our battle with Jeanne? You're sucking filthy cock like a pro and you're not even gagging. Can you taste the sweat and latex? Yeah, I bet you can. You love it too much, you depraved slut."

His eyes began to water slightly as she crammed the full length of her fat schlong down his throat repeatedly. The combination of physical domination and the overwhelming scent of latex and pungent cock drove him wild, and he wasn't the only one. Their public display had gotten Bayonetta particularly worked up, and the witches outside were growing louder and more horny as well. She began moaning loudly, her latex covered fingers guiding him smoothly as he sucked her meaty pole with enthusiastic lip smacking.

After many long minutes of face fucking, Bayonetta pulled her cock from his lips and grabbed him harshly by the arm. She pulled him up to his feet and pointed at the cell door.

"Hands on the bars! And bend over, bitch boy."

James scurried the short distance to the door and bent forward, taking hold of the cold iron bars with his hands. He could see some of the witches across the hall more clearly now. Many of them were at the edge of their cells, watching the entire scene with rapt attention. They began waving to him, cat calling, gesturing obscenely and stroking their cocks through their suits. He felt the cool air on his ass crack seconds later as Bayonetta unzippered his suit below and began massaging between his cheeks.

"Did you really think I was going to waste this chance to turn you into my prison bitch? Don't even act like you're not enjoying this."

"No, Mistress."

She jammed two fingers into his pucker very quickly, working them in and out.

"NO isn't in your vocabulary, SLUT."

"Ye ... Yes Mistress!"

She opened him up with great haste, her need to be inside him desperate. Another finger slipped into his loosening hole, the latex digits gliding in and out hastily. Then, without a moments hesitation she took a firm hold of his hips, brought the tip of her rock hard cock to his boy pussy and plunged in deep and hard. The sensation took her breath away, the soft fleshiness of his anal walls surrounding her and bathing her in a heavenly aura.

"AHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The bars rattled as James jerked at them. She had taken him countless times before, but this, perhaps, was her most sudden and primal. The witches outside howled as Bayonetta drove her entire engorged phallus balls deep into her latex wrapped slut. Her breathing became steadily louder as she fucked him silly, loving every jolt of the metal door frame and the sexual frenzy they had whipped up outside.

"Mmmm ... yes, prison bitch is the perfect role for you. Every woman in this hall would rape you stupid, and I bet you'd love every cock licking minute of it! Wouldn't you?"

"YES MISTRESS!"

The witches outside were going completely crazy, the lustful sounds growing louder throughout the jail house. Most of them had pulled their cocks out and were jerking themselves with abandon. The sounds of zippers gliding open and the wet slickness of heavy fapping could be heard between the moans of the captive Amazons. James could see several of the curvy women pointing their fat dicks in his direction as they pleasured themselves.

"Mmmhmmm ... Makes you wonder if these bars are a blessing or a curse? But that's ok, I'm not really in the mood to SHARE anyway."

She punctuated the word with an especially hard thrust and James groaned loudly as she dug deep into his ass. Her hips and balls smacked into him audibly, her cock sinking in as far as it could go each time she drove it home. Bayonetta's face was flush with pleasure, her eyes burning with obsession as she reached down and grabbed her slave by the neck Their latex suits creaked and meshed together wetly as she pounded him endlessly into the cell door.

"Tell them how much you're enjoying this, Cheshire!"

"Yes Mistress! Fuck me harder please! I love it!"

She delivered a stinging smack to his ass with her other hand.

"You can do better than that."

He took a deep breath, the moaning and wet jerking of the women outside reaching a crescendo as he opened his mouth to yell what he knew, in his heart, was true.

"I'M A DEPRAVED COCK WHORE! I LOVE BONDAGE AND COCK! PLEASE FUCK MY FACE MISTRESS!!! TIE ME UP AND SIT ON MY FACE SO I CAN TONGUE YOUR GLORIOUS ASS!!!"

Volleys of thick cum began firing out in all directions, raining down on the middle of the cell block as the witches entered orgasmic bliss one by one. Their pleasured screams became an orchestra as white filth shot out of each cell in varying arcs. The sheer amount of creamy jizz the well endowed witches produced was staggering, the smell of fresh cum filling the entire building and driving them into even deeper sexual hysteria.

Bayonetta's impressive stamina was overcome by the sight and smell of the uncontrollable orgy, her hands quickly returning to James' hips as she delivered an especially vigorous thrust into his back passage and screamed out her climax.

"YES! FUCK YES!!! GGUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

The hot mess flooded his insides instantly, bathing his ass, intestines and beyond with sticky spooge. James panted and cried out as she continued to rail him incessantly, her cum firing out in a seemingly endless stream, the thick batter squelching out of his ass and all over her mid section, coating both of their fetish suits in a viscous layer. His own orgasm followed, the feeling of warm fullness and the nonstop stimulation of his prostate sending him over the edge.

"Fuck ... I'm cumming Mistress! I ... AGGGGHHHHH!!!"

His cum fired out all over the inside of his bondage suit, mingling with the sweat and latex delightfully as Bayonetta's river of paste continued to coat him all over. The precession of cum and screaming seemed like it would never end until the shrill cry of a whistle echoed through the hall.

"HEY! ENOUGH!!! What the hell is wrong with you whores? Fucking animals..."

Bayonetta quickly withdrew from his ass and helped James up just as one of the Umbra enforcers came into view. James instantly recognized her as the woman in charge of the squad at Jeanne's. She was at least six feet tall and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Like most of the witches, her curves were striking, and her black uniform accentuated her full hips and breasts. With her officer hat on, James couldn't help but think she looked like a dominatrix in Nazi gear.