Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 02byChainedToAKeyboard©
Bayonetta has a rather unusual fetish and her slave is going to learn all about it whether he wants to or not.
Bayonetta's Abuse II - Cereza's Curious Kink
The green foliage sped by as Bayonetta pressed down firmly on the accelerator of her Noble M12 GTO. It was a warm spring day and James, sitting in the passenger seat beside her, was basking in the sun and fresh air. It was the first time he'd been outside of Bayonetta's lair since he fell into her clutches and he was overjoyed to be out and stretching his legs.
He was even more thankful that he was not wearing the latex bondage suit that had become his second skin as Bayonetta's plaything. For two months now he had been bound in the sinister full body prison and constantly bathed in her cum as he sucked her off and took her massive cock up his ass more regularly than he would have thought humanly possible.
He was a slave; a sex slave. There was no other way to put it accurately. She had not tortured him or left any permanent scars or marks on his body to date, but the fact remained that he was a prisoner in her elaborate dungeon of a guest flat, and she demanded his sexual services roughly and frequently.
As the yellow sports car flew down the gravel country road, James thought about what an odd relationship he'd developed with the mysterious woman since becoming her personal slut. As the weeks had gone by, Bayonetta had become somewhat friendlier and warmer with him. Perhaps it was genuine affection or maybe it was simply because he performed his sexual duties well. Either way, he was getting perks now, and he was glad to have them.
She had bought him a Playstation 3 and a stack of games to keep him entertained when she wasn't there. He remained chained to her queen size waterbed at all times when she was absent, but she had installed a longer chain on his collar. Most of the apartment was still off limits to him, but now he could access not only the bathroom, but the entertainment center.
For the first month he had been allowed no sustenance except that which came from her thick, pulsating phallus. Eating nothing but her cum had caused him to lose weight quickly, and after his first month of captivity Bayonetta had begun providing him solid food, if only occasionally and always followed up the next day by a full enema. She insisted that his ass remain clean as a whistle at all times, as it was the personal sheath to her magnificent sword.
The perks were nice, and in recent weeks when she wasn't fucking him they often chatted as if they were a normal couple. When she wanted sex, however, Bayonetta was all business, and there was no acceptable response to any of her queries or commands but "Yes Mistress." Anything else resulted in a whipping or a beating with one of her endless supply of sex toys.
The night before, James had the opportunity to enjoy one of those rare solid meals. Bayonetta had a wonderful steak dinner catered, and when she had eaten her fill she gave the leftovers to her pet. Earlier today, he had been hustled into the bathroom and finally released from his tight, cum slick bondage for the first time in a week. She gave him his enema, ordered him to shave his body, and allowed him to take a wonderful hot shower.
Now, as they traveled deeper into the countryside, he found himself in a simple t-shirt and shorts, under which he was wearing a pair of Bayonetta's black silk panties. She didn't have any men's underwear on hand and she insisted that he looked better in panties anyway. The only other articles that adorned his body were his sneakers and the new collar that she had produced for just this occasion. It was purple leather and simply read "SLUT" on the front in bold white lettering. It fit snugly around his neck and had a long, thick leather leash attached to it.
Bayonetta was also dressed somewhat more simply than usual. She was wearing black track pants with white stripes and a white tank top with no bra. The shirt could barely contain her enormous breasts. Her black latex arm gloves ended halfway up her upper arms and her track pants concealed most of her thigh high latex leggings. The combination of fetish wear and casual wear was pretty odd, but it was a good bet she wasn't planning to keep the casual wear on.
"Did you enjoy that steak last night babe?"
"Yes mistress, it was delicious" he answered, genuinely grateful.
"Well you're going to earn it today, that's for sure."
James couldn't help noticing that her cock was jutting into the left thigh of her track pants, half erect and straining to be free against the mesh fabric. She was excited about something, but he had no idea what that was exactly.
"Where are we going again?" he asked, breaking the silence once more.
Bayonetta pulled the lollipop she'd been sucking from her mouth. "I told you yesterday, if the weather was right, today we were going to fulfill one of my all time sexual fantasies. Well, the weather is perfect and here we are!" She placed the lollipop back in her mouth and adjusted the wheel for an upcoming turn.
"Out in the middle of nowhere?" he asked skeptically.
She glanced over at him with raised eyebrows and smiled. "You'll see."
Returning her eyes to the road, Bayonetta could feel her cock growing stiffer and longer against the silky confines of her pants. She pressed the gas even harder. She was already going seventy miles an hour, but she didn't care. She wanted to be there, NOW.
Ten minutes later Bayonetta spotted their destination and pulled into a small alcove by the side of the road. It looked like a spot for hikers to park for the day while they explored the area. There was a large brown sign painted with yellow letters that announced the entrance to a hiking trail and explained the rules and regulations for the nature preserve.
Bayonetta locked the car and grabbed his leash. "Let's go!" She headed for the trail, pulling him behind her as fast as she could get him to follow.
For the next fifteen minutes they followed the trail as Bayonetta marched along at a brisk pace, tugging James' leash the entire way. She was wearing nothing but sandals on her feet, but the terrain didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.
"There it is!" Bayonetta exclaimed suddenly and veered off the trail, pulling her boy toy behind her. They moved beyond the trees and into a clearing which then proceeded onto a grassy hillside. From the hill you could see for quite a distance, and this part of the park was mostly open plains with a river not too far in the distance. Oddly, the plains were not grassy like the hill and this part of the park was mostly bare land.
"Strip" Bayonetta ordered as she pulled off her tank-top and began removing her track pants.
James looked around, confused, but he took off his shirt, shorts and sneakers as instructed. "You mean we're there?"
"Almost" she replied with a grin.
James began to take off the silk black panties. "No, leave those on" she said as she yanked her track pants off her legs and tossed them aside. Her enormous ball sack plopped into view, gleaming in the early afternoon sun as her heavy penis unfurled in front of her; bobbing, hungry and at almost full attention.
Bayonetta licked her lips, admiring the view of her slut, completely nude aside from his girly underwear and purple collar. She climbed to the top of the hillside, pulling on his leash and pointing over the ridge. "See that? That's where we're going."
James moved up beside her to get a better view and as he did Bayonetta let go of his leash. "I don't see anything" he replied "It's mostly just flatland out there and—WHOA!"
There is a certain mixture of confusion and complete terror that one can only experience when they are not falling one moment, falling the next moment, and they had never anticipated falling at all. That is what James felt as he plummeted towards the ground and he had time for only one thought: 'This is going to hurt.'
Only it didn't hurt, or at least not badly. In fact, the only part of his body that was in real pain was his scrotum, as it had connected to the ground with a loud, wet smack.
James struggled to catch his breath and make sense of what had just happened. As his senses cleared, he realized he was already thigh deep in warm muck. Looking around he saw that he was near the center of what appeared to be a very large mud pit. The gunk was light brown, had the texture of pudding and the consistency of wet cement. Even as he analyzed his situation he was sinking deeper at an alarming pace, the warm, sucking goo encroaching on his sleek panties.
"Mistress? MISTRESS?!? HELP I'M SINKING!!!" He panicked as he continued to sink into the mire at a steady pace. 'Oh god, is this quicksand?!?' He tried to pull one of his legs free, but there was virtually no give and there was no bottom to push from either.
'Wait, I've read about quicksand before. The best way to escape is to float, right? You have to try and swim your way out. Ok...' He leaned forward, hoping to grab something, anything; hoping that the muck in front of him wasn't as deep. As he groped forward in desperation, he succeeded only in sinking both of his arms into the creamy sludge past his elbows.
"BULLSEYE!" Bayonetta cheered, admiring the view from the edge of the pit. She had circled around the hillside and was now fisting her fully erect 16" sausage in long strokes as she watched him struggle in the mud.
James twisted his head, looking for her. "Mistress, help! I'm sinking!"
"I know" she replied "That's the idea... You might want to stop struggling so much. That will only cause you to sink faster."
James tried to extract his arms from the mire but the strength in his midsection was fading fast and his hands weren't finding a bottom in the mud any better than his feet. He knew that Bayonetta was right, so he stayed still, forming a bridge over the muck with his body as best he could.
"Is this quicksand?" he asked over his shoulder.
"No, quicksand has much higher water content. You can usually float in quicksand. This is deep clay mud. This shit will suck you right to the bottom if you're not careful."
James' face was a mask of fear. "Well how deep is it?!?"
Bayonetta kicked off her sandals and began walking into the pit casually. "Twelve feet the last time it was measured. Could be deeper now..."
With the hot sun beating down on the clay pit, she advanced into the muck, completely naked save for her latex arm gloves and latex leggings. She savored the feeling of her feet being fully immersed in the warm gunk before taking two big steps forward and sinking her legs up to the knee. The mud sucked and slurped at her legs as she slowly made her way toward James' exposed ass.
She scooped up some of the clay with her gloved hand and spread the muddy slime all over her glistening pole. "Jeanne was right... natural lube is the best."
James had now sunk up to his chest and shoulders and was beginning to panic again.
"Relax!" Bayonetta called from behind him "Now that you're flat against the mud you have more surface area creating resistance. You won't sink as fast as long as you don't struggle."
She grunted as she used the full strength of her impressive thighs to wade further into the stubbornly thick clay. She was up to her hips now, her balls dragging through the muck and her cock just above the surface of the moist pit.
James suddenly realized the true danger they were in. "Wait, Mistress! What are you doing?!? You have a rope right? Something attached to the outside?!?"
Bayonetta finally slogged to just behind James' hovering asshole, her legs and hips settling into the sucking mud. She pulled his silk panties down, grabbed her cock and held it up to his pretty little pucker.
"I never work with a safety net babe. What would be the fun in that?"
Without hesitation she grabbed his hips and speared her clay lubed cock into his ass, burying a full 10 inches in the first thrust. Fighting through the pain of her sudden insertion, James made a mental note that he could add "mud" and "mortal danger" to the list of things that got Bayonetta off.
She established a moderate pace, opening him up with her thick salami as quickly as possible, her hips and ass making wet smacking sounds in the mud as she pounded his sissy ass.
"Mmmm, Mother Earth's very own bondage. You can't escape and she even set you up doggie style for me" she intoned huskily as she thrust into him. "Pretty impressive, eh slut?"
James tried to control his fear as he sank another inch into the mud. "Yes Mistress, but what if we can't..."
His words were cut off when she suddenly and deliberately buried all 16 inches balls deep in his ass. James cried out, his face dipping into the muck as she filled his ass completely.
"What's the matter? Worried that I might not be able to get us out? That's the THRILL, slut. That's why I'm hard as a lamppost and ripping you a wider asshole right now."
She emphasized those last words with a return to steady fucking; sliding her fat dick out a few inches and jamming it back in over and over. James' face was visibly red and he panted into the sludge, her assault coming too hard and too fast. His limbs tried to move; tried to react to the invasion of his most sensitive orifice, but they were locked in thick, sucking clay.
"You don't need to worry about any of that. Your only concern, as usual, is pleasuring my cock! If I want to fuck you into the mud until you drown in brown shit, that's what I'm going to do. If I want to keep shafting your lifeless body until it's full of clay and cum, I'll do that too! Now shut the fuck up, AND TAKE MY MUDDY COCK!"
Bayonetta began fucking him full speed, or at least as close to full speed as she could muster while being sucked into luscious clay. She pistoned 14 inches of her greasy fuck meat in and out of his ass as they continued to sink into the mire. Lost in the pleasure of his tight ass, she didn't notice or care how much farther they'd sank until the mud had risen above her cock and James' asshole had disappeared below the surface. She could feel her cock glide through the clay every time she withdrew from his ass and every time she launched back in.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!!! THIS IS THE BEST! THIS IS THE BEST!!!" she wailed as her climax rolled over her like a tidal wave. Her ejaculation was so powerful, it pushed her back several inches out of his ass. She plunged forward again, a tornado of semen blasting out of her staff and drowning his insides.
Bayonetta's head swam. The feeling of the muck groping her body as James' ass gripped her cock had generated her strongest orgasm to date. As bliss cascaded through her body and her colossal penis continued to spurt gobs of cum into his depths, she reached around, grabbing handfuls of hot clay and massaging the brown gunk into her bare breasts.
Her eyes glazed over as she rode the wave of intense pleasure, and once her engorged phallus finally ceased spraying jizz she gripped his hips below the mud and returned to fucking him immediately. The mud was starting to ooze over James' back as he sank even lower into the pit, but she didn't care. Right now she needed MORE.
"Mistress, we're too deep! We're not going to be able to..."
Bayonetta smacked her latex covered hand onto the top of his ass cheeks, the only part of his ass that was still above the sludge. "I told you to shut up slave! I didn't go to all this trouble just to get one climax out of your slutty ass. Now hold still unless you want to sink even deeper!"
Her relentless shafting seemed to stretch on for an hour as the muck bubbled and ever so slowly sucked them deeper. Normally her marathon fucking stimulated James' prostate to the point that he orgasmed and shot his load without his member even being touched, but in his current state he was too terrified at the prospect of drowning in mud and remained limp in his panties.
Bayonetta was seemingly on auto-pilot, obsessed with the exquisite sensation of pumping her fat cock into James' tight ass, pulling out into the warm, smooth clay, and thrusting it right back in again. She had never felt anything so good in her life and she never wanted it to end. The thick mud made fucking him much more of a chore than usual and she worked up a good sweat as she raped his muddy cornhole.
"Yeah, you like mud fucking, don't you? I knew you would bitch" she growled as she plowed back and forth through the muck. "What else is your ass good for anyway? It's probably forgotten how to take a shit by now. Entrance only, right slut? Take it! TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK YOU MUD SLUT!"
Her second orgasm was slower to start, but lasted even longer than the first one. She dug her fingers into the flesh of his hips and pulled herself violently into him as a torrent of creamy jizz flooded his ass once more. Bayonetta could feel her copious ejections seeping out of his asshole, pouring out around the seal of her cock and mixing with the mud below.
As her meat hose fired burst after burst of her own muck into his body, she could only throw her head back, eyes closed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She was amazed at the strength of the orgasms she was having, and so happy she had finally found a slave she could abuse in this lovely clay pit.
As her climax faded away, she realized with some alarm that she was, in fact, already up to her belly button in muck herself. After resting a few moments, she twisted her hips and focused her full strength on withdrawing herself from the mire. She placed a hand on James' ass for leverage and pushed down, using his remaining buoyancy to help extract her from the thick sludge.
"Wait, mistress, NO!" he yelled as the rest of his back and ass disappeared into the ooze.
She lurched forward, finally extracting one of her legs from the clay and putting forth the first footstep back to the edge of the pit. Little by little she advanced back to dry land, the mud coveting her legs the entire way.
Her leggings and arm gloves were now completely covered in clay, the shiny black latex only somewhat visible below the sticky brown coating. "DAMN that was good!" she exclaimed as she stepped onto dry land, mud oozing off her lower body.
At this point James was nothing but a head and neck sticking out of the sludge, looking more panicked than ever. "Mistress, what about me?!?"
She sauntered around the pit, coming to a stop on the other side; in James' view for the first time. "What about you?" she asked playfully. "I should leave you in there for only giving me two orgasms. Not to mention you just said "no" to me."
"I didn't mean to—Mistress, I'm sorry!" he stammered "Please, help me!"
She reached down with her left hand and began rubbing her cock once again, mud and cum squishing around her fingers as she stroked the slick monster. She walked into the pit once more, slowly masturbating her enormous length as she approached her immobilized slave from the front.
"Oh, I suppose I can get you out of there" she said coyly as she plunged her legs back into the warm clay.
Thankfully his head was a little closer to the edge of the pit than his ass had been, and Bayonetta didn't need to trudge quite as far into the mire to reach him this time. As she arrived at his face, her legs had plunged into the muck all the way and the mud was greedily sucking at her hips and scrotum.
"I'll get you out" she said again, still stroking her fat python "but only after I get one more climax."
James looked up at her impossibly large cock. It was hardening back to its full 16 inches rapidly and it was dabbed in clay, cum and the juices of his own ass. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him.
"You don't have much farther left to sink, slut, and we're not leaving here until I blow in your throat, so I suggest you get to work." With that she brought the tip of her missile to his lips and waited for his acquiescence.