Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 04

The cab arrived a few minutes later and James quickly opened the door, helping Bayonetta in gently. As he climbed in behind her, the old gentleman in the driver's seat turned around. "Where to?"

"Six sixteen Gehenna street." Bayonetta managed to sputter out before drooping her head over the back seat cushion. She lay there only for a moment before leaning against James, looking up into his eyes. "Mmmmm, my handsome little slut." She planted a kiss on his cheek and nestled her head onto his shoulder, half asleep as the car pulled onto the street.

Fifteen minutes later James peered into the darkness as the car progressed slowly through a middle class neighborhood. They were the kind of suburbs that you would find in any nice town. White picket fences, well mowed lawns, two cars in every garage, the usual crap. As they entered the deepest part of the development, however, the formula began to change. These houses were bigger and not as close together, each containing a fair amount of property as a buffer. This was clearly the upper-middles class section, and the cab didn't stop until they reached the very end.

"616 Gehenna. That'll be $42.50."

James looked out the window, only able to make out vague details in the dark. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

"My GPS don't lie, boss."

The sudden conversation had awoken Bayonetta and she fished around in her hand bag briefly before handing him a hundred dollar bill. "Keep it" she said as she opened the door and slowly got out.

"Heyyyyy, thanks! Call again any time!"

James shut the the door behind him and the cab sped off into the night. The stylishly dressed couple were left standing in the road, their eyes adjusting to the darkness as a symphony of crickets assaulted their ears. He could see the dwelling in the distance more clearly now, a long cobblestone driveway leading up to the sizeable two story house. It was isolated from the rest of the community, completely surrounded by thick forest on three sides. Bayonetta didn't appear to be wealthy on the level of Jeanne, but it was clear she was living comfortably.

She took a step forward suddenly and half stumbled, James quickly grabbing her hips from behind. "Whoa, slow down there."

"I'm alright" she delcared, her speech slowly returning to normal "But hold on to me, just in case." They walked slowly up the stone path, the moon's glow guiding their steps in the absence of any lights. Upon reaching the front porch, Bayonetta took her keys from her bag and dropped them playfully on the ground. "Ooops."

As James reached down and picked them up, she grabbed his left ass cheek and squeezed firmly, giggling as he opened the door. They walked into the foyer, Bayonetta tossing her bag on the nearby couch and immediately heading up the long staircase to the second floor. James lingered for a few moments, walking into her living room and taking a quick look around, the pale moonlight dimly illuminating the sparsely furnished area. He scanned the first floor carefully, looking for anything that would unravel the puzzle that was his mistress.

"Oh Jaaammmmeeeesssss.... up here!" she called from the top of the stairs.He headed up the staircase, continuing to look around and make mental notes as he ventured further into the shadowy dwelling. 'This has to be her real home, yet...' His eyes darted around as he reached the top of the stairs, his gaze scanning for things that should be there, but weren't. There was an occasional painting or piece of abstract art throughout the house, but nothing else. 'No pictures. Not a single picture of any living person. No clocks. Not a mounted clock, a grandfather or a digital display of any kind. The house was silent, still, and Bayonetta had yet to turn on a single light. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was a place where time stood still.

He entered her bedroom and found Bayonetta already shedding her clothes, her back to him as she pulled off her radiant dress. The moonlight spilled into her bedroom through large, arched windows, outlining her curves as she slowly disrobed, tossing her bra aside. Her massive breasts free of their lacy bondage; she turned around, grabbing James by the arm and leading him to her bed. She was still half glazed, but it seemed like she had regained her balance for the most part. She helped James out of his jacket before pushing him down on the edge of the bed. "Be right back, boy. Get out of those clothes in the meantime."

She crossed the floor to the bedroom's private bath, flicking the light switch on and pulling her panties to the side. She moved to the toilet, grasped her flaccid 12 inches and began unloading a truly staggering volume of hot piss. James could hear her moaning in the background as she cleansed herself of half the nights' libations. He promptly shed his button down shirt and dress pants, tossing them in the nearest corner.

As Bayonetta plodded back to the bed, she spotted him sitting in nothing but his underwear. "Ugh..." she lamented, eyeing his calvin klein briefs "Remind me to burn those tomorrow." She took hold of her cock, stroking it firmly but finding it more difficult than usual to achieve full mast. She stepped closer, aiming her hips at his face and holding the fat length up to his lips. "I'm still a little out of it. Put that tongue to work, slut."

James did better than that, not only sucking the first 6 inches into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip, but reaching out with his hands and cupping her smooth, fleshy spheres. He sucked and slurped away on her sensitive head, kneading her massive scrotum in rhythm with his oral ministrations. She moaned and placed her hands on his head, the blood flow to her erogenous zones increasing rapidly. "FUCK! Yes... suck it good baby! Harder on my balls! They can take it."

It wasn't long before her hungry tool expanded to its full length and thickness, urging James backward as it inflated in his mouth. Finally, she shoved his head off her cock, quickly grabbing him by the legs and pushing him back onto the bed. She followed immediately, stepping onto the mattress with somewhat wobbly legs, dropping beside him and quickly pulling him into her chest. They lay in the spoons position, Bayonetta roughly grabbing his briefs and pulling them to the side before lining up her colossal penis with his tight pucker. "Nice and smooth slut, here we go..."

He grimaced as her cock slid up his back door, the entry less direct than he was used to. She maneuvered her head right next to his, moaning and licking the side of his face as she jammed more and more of her cock up his ass in short thrusts. James grunted and writhed in her grasp, his anal lips stretching wide as she continued the hurried, lubeless advance. "AHHHH! GUUHHH! Mistress! It's too tight!!!"

"Feels... just right... to me!" she responded through panted breaths, now fucking him significantly faster. Her cock tingled, radiating pleasure as she buried it balls deep in his stretched out asshole. "Take it bitch! SUCK ME IN! Oh fuck that's good..." She nibbled on his neck and ear as the pace of her thrusts increased even faster.

"FUCK! YES!! FUCK!!! OHHFUCK!!!! YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

Her cock jolted in his packed ass before the first pocket of warm seed splattered into his innards. Bayonetta groaned loudly, groping her hands all over his chest and lower torso as she bucked into him nonstop, quivering with each blast of cum. Her wet thrusting became increasingly loud and sloppy as thick jizz squished out of his asshole, coating her pounding phallus like engine grease.

As the last sticky loads dribbled out of her slick pole, Bayonetta sighed in deep satisfaction. She nudged herself more comfortably into the bed, keeping her arms firmly around James and her rigid cock lodged in his butt. She muttered to herself as the after glow of orgasm and the lingering intoxication lulled her swiftly off to sleep. "Mmmm... Always making momma feel good... Always there for momma... Such a good little slut... I love you slut."

Within moments, the only sound James could hear was the soft whistle of air passing through her nose. He lay in her embrace, looking around the shadowy bedroom as her ample breasts gently pressed up against his back and then contracted in cadence. Unable to sleep, he replayed the events of the day in his mind, looking for connections and explanations.

'She called herself... a witch?'

The dark, timeless, impersonal environment stared back at him, begging the question, and Bayonetta's warm embrace could not prevent the shiver going up his spine.