Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 10

"Get used to it. You'll have to be a real Houdini to escape my clutches again."

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Father Olvey's eyes dashed across the pages of the book, but he wasn't absorbing all he read. He was distracted. Annoyed, even. He'd been perturbed for several days now, ever since his headquarters had been raided and his brothers scattered into hiding. It had all been the work of one accursed witch.

'Dammit!'

He slammed the book shut and set it aside. After a few moments recalling the perverse video Bayonetta had left as a calling card, he banished the thought and cleared his mind. Olvey looked at his wrist watch. It was almost time. Haydn should be checking in any minute.

Right on cue, his phone rang. He answered it promptly.

"Speak."

"Good afternoon, Father. Is the line secure?"

"I have the usual safeguards in place, as I'm sure you do. One can never be certain though. The witches are as skilled in technology as they are in magic. They may be listening. Keep it vague."

"Yes, Father. We are moving for-"

"Where is the relic?" Father Olvey interrupted him. "Why don't we have it yet?!?"

"Certain precautions had to be taken after the raid to make sure it wasn't intercepted. This resulted in a slight delay. I am told we will have it tomorrow, though."

"In time to move forward? Or do we have to wait another day?"

"In the morning, so, yes... We can move forward tomorrow."

"Good. Select a dozen of our most reliable brothers. Tell them to be on standby tomorrow morning. You will choose a rendezvous point and inform us of its location no more than an hour before we are to meet there. Then we will proceed by motorcade to the site."

"And if the witches have discovered it?"

"I will deal with them. Remain focused on the task you have prepared for."

"Yes, Father. Is there anything else?"

"That's all. Until tomorrow, then."

The line clicked dead and Olvey set his phone back on the table. His hands folded in his lap and a slight smile spread across his face. He felt at peace for the first time in days. A plan was coming to fruition. Chaos was yielding to order. He would soon undercut the Umbra in a way they never imagined possible. And if he got the chance to demonstrate his prowess; to put those over-confidant, over-sexed hellions in their place... all the better.

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Bayonetta's latex form glistened in the light of the hallway as she found her way to the meeting. The heels of her boots clacked on the stone floor, reverberating throughout the complex until she reached the entrance to the auditorium. An Umbra Enforcer was waiting for her at the door, examining her up and down as she approached.

"Invitation only. Let's see your badge" the tall redhead informed her.

Bayonetta scowled and reached for her pocket. She hated wearing the thing. It looked so tacky and undermined all the effort she put into her fetish ensemble. She extracted the ID and held it up for the enforcer to check. The enforcer examined the badge and then looked down at her clipboard before crossing off a name and waving her through.

"Bayonetta... Alright, you can go in." She nodded to her fellow enforcer who opened the door.

Cereza strode into the cavernous, dimly lit room. There were rows of seats and stairs proceeding down to a stage where a table, some laptops and a projector were setup. The vast majority of seats were empty, but a dozen or so of them were taken up by prominent Umbra who'd already arrived. Alexia and a couple of the other chief matrons were on stage chatting with each other.

Bayonetta had made it halfway down the stairs when a familiar voice called out.

"Cereza!"

Roxy got up and exited the row she was sitting in. Bayonetta smiled as the two approached each other. Roxy was wearing her usual deep purple latex from head to toe with dark black boots and gloves to match her raven hair. They embraced in a warm hug directly.

"Good to see you" Cereza said before releasing her. "And thanks for the assist the other day."

"Pffft, it was nothing. You did all the hard work. Good find by the way! You ever going to tell me how that happened?"

"It's a long story and not that interesting. Is Alexia still mad at me?"

"Ummm... maybe a little bit? She was SUPER pissed when she found out you didn't call for backup and perform a take-down from the start."

"Does she really want a battle in the middle of the city?"

'Fuckin Psychos...' Bayonetta thought, directing her gaze at the jabbering matrons on stage.

"I don't know. She got over it though. I think she's just glad we have a beat on the Lumen. It's been a while."

"Yeah, well, the elder I saw there was no joke. You're not coming with us, are you?"

"Me?" Roxy asked in disbelief. "I wish. They never let me out to have fun."

"That's because you're too valuable in the tech bunker" Bayonetta replied with a smile.

"Awww, you're gonna make me blush..."

The microphone clicked on and Alexia's voice boomed through the room's speakers. "Alright ladies, I think we're ready to begin."

Bayonetta followed Roxy back to her seat and plopped down beside her before kicking her boot heels up on the seat in front of her. She plucked a lollipop from her top and inserted it between her ruby lips, enjoying the flavor as she waited for the circus to begin.

Alexia paced back and forth on the stage while she waited for the chatter to die down. She was dressed in gleaming light-blue latex that highlighted her hour glass figure nicely. She sported black leather thigh-high boots and flexed a riding crop in her hand as she sauntered about. The tall brunette matron looked way more in her element than she did when she donned the silky robes of a chief justice. The projector clicked on and an image of the Lumen compound jumped onto the giant screen behind her.

"Thanks to Bayonetta's lucky find, we know where the Lumen have been hiding..." Alexia began.

Cereza rolled her eyes. She wanted desperately to raise her fist and flick off the cocky bitch in front of everyone, but she resisted the urge.

"The opportunity to nail them there has passed us by, but thanks to the hard work of Roxy and others in our tech division, we have a good idea where they are."

Another image flicked on screen. This time it was a map, outlining a large area in a wide orange circle about an hour north of the city. Bayonetta was familiar with the area.

"And that's not all! Our reconnaissance team has successfully tracked members of the cell and found where they'll be gathering."

Yet another image blurred into view. This time it was a landscape of rocks, clay and minimal vegetation. Directly in the middle of the shot was a small altar that looked like it had been recently and hastily constructed.

"Probably not someone looking to do magic tricks or sacrifice a pig in the middle of nowhere" Alexia quipped.

Cereza nodded. It was the perfect spot. Especially if you were summoning an unpredictable and potentially dangerous demon and you lacked the Umbra knowledge and skills to contain it.

"Alright" Monique spoke up, the dark skinned Domina in black leather and yellow rubber crossing her arms below her massive bust. "What's the plan?"

"Simple" Alexia replied. "We prevent the summoning if possible. If they manage to pull it off, we seal the demon away. Regardless, we take the Lumen into custody for interrogation and re-training."

"We know when they're planning to do this?" Monique followed up.

"No, but our intelligence believes they're moving on it as quickly as possible. We'll have an agent on the site around the clock until they show. Once they do, that agent will radio for backup. The backup team will be waiting in a small town just ten minutes away."

Bayonetta was annoyed by the lack of coordinates on screen. Alexia had omitted them intentionally, no doubt. Cereza would have to coax the exact location from Roxy later.

"There is one unknown that we have to be concerned about" Alexia continued. "There has been mention of a 'relic', but we currently have no idea-"

"I DO!" a familiar voice called from the top of the auditorium stairs.

Everyone turned in their chairs and looked up. There was Jeanne in shiny, flamboyant red, leaning against the top railing.

"Ahhh, Jeanne. Fashionably late, as usual" Alexia stated dryly, her voice echoing through the hall as she flexed her crop.

Jeanne offered a flourish, rolling her wrist to the side three times in succession before giving a mocking little bow.

"Please, do enlighten us about this potential complication" Alexia insisted.

The Domina in red strode down the steps confidently, her heels clacking in between her words. She posited her question loudly, so all would hear as she approached. "If you were a Lumen sage about to summon a demon... the first time one of their order has tried something so foolish in centuries... what would you want to have on hand?"

"Insurance" Bayonetta spoke up.

"Exactly" Jeanne pointed her index finger in Cereza's direction. "It's obvious what they're shipping in. The Holy Spear."

"The Holy... what?" Alexia clicked off her clip-on mic. The speakers were only getting in the way of their conversation at this point.

"The Holy Spear" Jeanne repeated. "You know, the The Spear of Destiny? The Lance of Longinus? The spear that allegedly pierced the side of Christ. The holy relic they think can vanquish all evil."

"Would good would that do?" Monique asked mockingly.

"Who's to say?" Jeanne countered. "It may have some magic that's unknown to us, or it may be a highly venerated paper weight. The important thing is, they think it's their trump card."

"Roxy, do we have a lead on the shipment?" Bayonetta asked.

"We did, but it went off the grid. Just disappeared into the ether."

"Where did the shipment originate?"

"The Vatican."

Jeanne clapped her hands together. "There you have it."

Bayonetta had heard enough. She spoke a few words to Roxy under her breath and got up to leave.

Alexia sighed and began her pacing again. "If all they're bringing to bear is some silly, religious artifact, I'm less concerned than I was. Still, we need to proceed with caution and... Hey!" Upon noticing Cereza walking up the stairs, she pointed her crop at the coven's biggest trouble maker. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home" Bayonetta called over her shoulder.

"BAYONETTA!" The matron yelled.

The curvy Domme stopped in her tracks and turned, her eyes containing nothing but contempt.

"I saw the video you left at the site. I know why you were there."

Cereza's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, some of us actually care about our subs."

Roxy bit her lip. Monique looked away. The other Umbra began chattering nervously. Jeanne grinned as the tension in the room skyrocketed.

"I am overlooking your nonsense because you revealed our enemy" Alexia spat as she retracted her crop and flexed it in her hands authoritatively. "But if you mess up this operation, Jeanne's last punishment will be a day at the fucking spa compared to what waits for you."

Bayonetta stared her down for what felt like an eternity. A pin dropping to the floor would have been a head turning spectacle in those moments the chamber was silent. Ultimately, she said nothing before turning and exiting the hall.

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James mashed the button on the remote, scrolling through program after program, none of which either of them wanted to watch. They had sunk into the leather sofa after a satisfying dinner and proceeded to space out. James scrolled endlessly through lame, low budget movies and equally vapid TV series. Bayonetta was looking into the distance, barely paying attention to the cavalcade of digital drivel.

"Mistress? Are you alright?"

"Yeah... sorry, just a lot on my mind."

James hit the power button and the TV went black. "Thinking about tomorrow?"

"Couldn't stop if I tried."

"How about if I try?" he asked with a devious smile. "We could have a little fun before bed if you like?"

"I'd love to, but... I'm just not feeling it right now."

James leaned back, the leather of the sofa creaking as it molded to his gimp suit. He wasn't fully suited since she'd allowed him to remove his hood for the evening. That was another indicator she wasn't enthusiastic for kinky play. He rarely saw her in this kind of mood. "You're really worried."

"I'll be taking a big risk tomorrow, but it's one that I have to take. I've been waiting too long not to. I don't want to say more than that."

"Are you bringing me with you?"

"We'll see."

He thought about cracking a joke, but being cheered up wasn't what she wanted right now. Cereza needed to be eased. His Domina required some TLC.

"Cmon, let's go to bed."

Normally, James would never even think of taking the lead like that. That's not how their relationship worked. But he knew when his gorgeous Goddess needed a break from the endless responsibility of total power exchange. He rose from the couch and offered his hand. Bayonetta took it gladly and they headed for the bedroom.

James stretched out on the water bed, his latex-clad body meshing with the rubber mattress noisily. He watched from below as his amazing Domme removed her latex garments one by one. It seemed she wanted to sleep nude tonight. She had that option, of course. He never did.

The waterbed roiled again as she joined him. She pulled the thick rubber blanket up around both of their bodies. Bayonetta turned and prepared to move into her typical position, but James decided to press her even farther.

"Hey, how bout I be the big spoon tonight?"

Cereza half-smiled and turned back around. James moved behind her carefully, the rubbery bedding rippling as he got into position. Her abundant hair flowed everywhere and he had to maneuver his head not to get a mouthful of her perfumed locks.

James pressed his chest to her back and his groin to her ass gently. His arm slid over and he began massaging her lightly up and down. They said nothing for a few minutes as he did his best to comfort her. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Cereza."

"Yeah...?" her voice nearly cracked.

"You don't always have to be strong. You know that, right?"

"I know" she answered, almost sobbing.

James continued his massage, flowing up and down her side and across her torso in soothing waves. He could feel her anxiety overflowing. He would do anything to siphon it away and give her relief. He would soak it up, if he could.

"I'm coming with you tomorrow. That's that. Maybe I'll save you for a change."

Bayonetta sputtered in a blubbery half-laugh, half-cry. She brought one hand to her eyes and wiped away tears. He could feel her body slowly begin to release its tension. Her ass pressed back against his hips and she grabbed his hand, bringing his massage to an end and clinging to his arm for the night.

"James..."

"Yeah?"

"...Thank you."