Bayonetta's Abuse Ch. 12

"Shush, Cheshire. There'll be time for all that. This is a fantasy I've had for a long time and I wasn't going to wait another day to indulge."

"Fair enough. Did you bring any sunscreen?"

"You won't need sunscreen in a minute when I'm plowing your face."

"True..." he snickered. "You know, it was weird hearing you speak French earlier. I'm so used to your British accent. I like both, though. I bet you could make any language sound sexy."

"Thank you, darling. I hope my French wasn't too out of practice."

"I wouldn't know. I don't speak a word."

"Yes, especially when you have a giant cock in your mouth."

James chuckled. "My god, you're even hornier than usual! I'm in trouble these next two weeks, aren't I?"

"You have no idea."

Bayonetta rose, unzipped her leather skirt and tossed it aside. She stepped into view and turned to face him; her shadow casting over James' head. Her thick cock was at full attention and her weighty scrotum hung below it. Her full, hairless package gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, appetizing as ever to James' covetous eyes. The fat, meaty length that he'd serviced so many times before was ready for another round of debauchery. Cereza closed the distance to him and lowered to her knees in the warm, soft sand.

*SLAP*

A playful smack struck his left cheek before she seized his head with both hands.

"You're buried in the dirt and I'm going to fill your bitch-made stomach with cum. What do you think of that, slut?"

"Sounds like a wonderful afternoon."

"You would say that, filthy cock whore..."

Her drooling tip was pushed to his mouth and he opened it obediently. She pressed the glans between his soft, sucking lips and inch after inch of her hefty shaft followed. Her body shifted forward, Cereza's knees plunging into the sand on either side of his head as she held him with a firm grip. She tunneled into his mouth, her bulbous rod of musty flesh sinking into his succulent, wet hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! YESSS! Good slut!!! Take it all!"

As her pubis and pendulous cum-sack grew close to his mouth, Bayonetta sprawled out her body. Her legs shot back into the silky sand. Her torso extended forward and her arms, likewise, glided into the warm embrace of the beach. Her fingers dug into the loose sand as her latex-clad breasts pressed into the earth. With a blissful moan, she hilted her cock in her imprisoned beach bitch.

Bayonetta pulled her hips back slowly. A third of her glorious length extracted from James' throat, his lips sucking her shaft all around. Delightful slurping sounds escaped the seal of his mouth as he wagged his tongue along the bottom of her cum pipe. Her oral slave took a quick breath through his nose and Cereza sank her cock home. The glorming sound of fat dick plowing into a slick throat sputtered from his stretched lips along with small bubbles of spittle and pre-cum.

The sun glared down on Bayonetta's back, tanning her naked body aside from the latex straps holding her enormous bra across her chest. Her hips slowly increased their pace as she established a gentle rhythm of steamy face fucking. It was a motion that would become much more brutal and demanding in time.

"Gonna fuck your face for hours, bitch! And you'll love every minute... WON'T YOU?!?"

"MPPPPHHHFFFGLLLLLRRRRRMMMMM!"

It was the only answer he could offer as her increasingly sloppy length pistoned in and out of his mouth. James' arms and legs pulled instinctively as she assaulted his oral passage, but his limbs found no passage in the cool, packed earth.

Bayonetta's pubis became wet with the cummy secretions of his nose. Her scrotum dripped with sticky saliva the more it slapped into his chin. They had barely begun and Cereza was already lost in pure bliss. Her hips pumped faster and her hands dug even deeper into the soft silt of the beach.

"YESSSSSSS!! SUCK IT!!! TAKE MY COCK YOU WHORE!!!"

Bayonetta's grunts and screams sailed into the salty air. Her wails of pleasure cascaded down the beach as she emptied her balls for the first of many times that afternoon.

* * * * *

James and Bayonetta sat at the dinner table inside the swanky, rented villa. They enjoyed glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon following an exquisite catered French meal. Leftovers of the succulent duck breast in cherry sauce, peas and carrots salad with goat cheese and the decadent chocolate mousse lay sprawled across the table between two lit candles.

In the background, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. The view was breathtaking and practically surrounded them through the large pane glass walls and sliding glass doors that led to the deck and the ocean outside. Streaks of red and purple were painted across the sky as another wonderful day gave way to night.

The warm breeze gusted against the glass as the waves rocked and sloshed against the shore outside. They were snug in their latex attire once more; Cereza in her shiny Umbra bodysuit and James in his gimp suit, sans hood. They were more than comfortable as the air conditioning hummed throughout the bungalow. They'd been enjoying the view and the light jazz playing in the background as their meals digested. After long stares at the slowly dimming sky, Bayonetta swirled her wine glass and broke the silence.

"So, have you thought about what we discussed a few weeks ago? Finding some new hobbies to enjoy other than your videogames and wasting time on the internet?"

"Yeah, I've been contemplating getting into stamp collecting."

Cereza paused in the middle of her sip, one of her eyebrows shooting up in the classic 'really?' pose.

James laughed. "I'm kidding. I think I may do some writing."

"Cheshire the writer? Really? And what would you write about?"

"They say you should write what you know."

"Hmmmm, so you'll be writing smutty stories about naughty, submissive slut boys then?"

"And gorgeous, insatiable Dominas."

Bayonetta chuckled as she set her glass back down. "I think that's a fine idea."

A few more moments of silence passed and James downed the rest of his wine. He summoned the courage to re-posit the question she'd dodged so long ago. He didn't want to ruin a perfect evening, but he couldn't put it off forever.

"It's about time, don't you think?"

"For another romp? No rush, darling, we have the whole night."

"To talk about the price of your powers."

Bayonetta's gaze shifted down as melancholy entered her voice. "Oh. That..."

James hated that sad look, but he didn't relent. "I've seen you channel impossible strength. Move fast enough to dodge bullets. Fire guns from your boots. Infiltrate a heavily guarded base like it was nothing. Fight wizards, witches and creatures from some terrible nightmare. Any one of those things would be unbelievable, but I've seen too much to believe my eyes were fooled. You say you've lived for hundreds of years and I don't doubt you. My question, once again: What is the price for all this power?"

Cereza traced the outline of her wine glass a few times with a single finger. Finally, she looked up.

"The price is... eternal damnation."

"What?!? Like, fire and brimstone?"

"Yes" she nodded solemnly. "When one of us eventually dies, we have a one way ticket to the Inferno. No exceptions, no pardons, no reprieves. Ever."

"You're serious?!?" James folded his arms defensively. "No, that's crazy..."

"You saw Marioch emerge from a portal to the Inferno. You still don't believe it exists?"

He wished he could argue, but there was no denying it. The thought of the one he loved being tortured for time immemorial was too much to bear. James' teeth gritted as he grew frustrated. "But, why would anyone ever agree to that?!?"

"Because..." Bayonetta explained, staring back at him with ice-cold calm. "When you've seen enough of your people butchered, raped, beaten, drowned and burned alive, you already live in hell."

James' eyes went wide. His arms slid back down to his sides as he looked away.

"The witch hunts claimed most of my kind. The Umbra were almost extinct. We did what we had to. We forged pacts with demonic entities. To survive. To revenge our fallen Sisters and secure our future. Everything I've done, I'd do again, gladly."

He sighed. "Still, how could that possibly be worth an eternity of agony?"

"Eternity? Nothing lasts forever, Cheshire. Not even the Heavens or the Inferno. One day, ages from now, even they will disappear into the ether. But they'll fall a lot sooner, if I have anything to say about it."

James was perplexed. "They'll fall? What do you mean?"

Bayonetta picked up her wine glass and leaned back in her chair. "I've been planning, for some time now, to take drastic action. Once an Umbra witch is dead, she can do nothing, but while we're still alive there are options open to us. The rest of the coven probably thinks I'm crazy, but I'm going to do everything I can to overturn the celestial order."

"To destroy heaven and hell? How?"

Bayonetta pointed to the dazzling red stone fixed in the amulet just above her right breast. "With this. It was always my intention to begin claiming denizens of the Inferno for my own. Meeting a slutty boy who happened to be at the center of a heinous Lumen plot forced me into action sooner than I expected."

Cereza finished her wine and set the glass down before continuing.

"I was not fully prepared to face Marioch. I didn't even know his real name until recently. Somehow the Lumen knew more about him than we did. We accepted his power without fully grasping its true nature. That was foolish, and that's why he had us dead to rights once he crossed into this plane. But just when things were looking really bad, and I expected my ticket to hell had been punched, the love of a young man saved me."

She smiled. James' mouth hung open.

"Now I have a new weapon in my arsenal. The first demon of my very own. And I will use him to take down the next one. I will use those two to take down the third. And the next one. And the one after that. And so on. I will empty the Inferno if I have to, until there is nowhere left for my Sisters to burn."

Light jazz music and a beautiful sunset had never felt so inappropriate. The weight of their conversation made the relaxing setting almost comical. James could scarcely believe the massive events he found himself in the midst of. It seemed that was just his luck since the day he met his beautiful Dominatrix.

Bayonetta watched him process it all, an amused grin spread across her lips. "What's the matter, slut? Cat got your tongue?"

* * * * *

It was their fifth day on vacation and Cereza had promised him a "special treat." After a brief cab ride, James and Bayonetta found themselves at a luxurious spa. Upon entering the facility his Domina went to the counter and announced they had an appointment for a mud bath. Based on the wide-eyed looks from the proprietor and her employees, they didn't get a lot of people dressed in latex looking to get muddy.

The couple were escorted to a private spa room and told to use the phone on the wall if they needed anything. The smell of warm, earthy gunk assaulted James' nose as they got closer to the heated pool of brown, sticky mud. Bayonetta looked beyond excited, her cock creating a longer, thicker outline in her bodysuit then James could remember seeing in a long time.

"Bringing back any memories?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"A few" he answered cheekily.

"Good ones, I hope."

"Not gonna lie. I was terrified during the first half of our romp in the mud. But after you saved me from the pit, I was shocked how much I enjoyed it. How good it felt to get that dirty and be completely at your mercy. Pretty sure that's the day I fell in love with you."

Bayonetta emitted a hearty, bemused chuckle before giving his ass a shove with her foot. "Get in there, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress."

James stepped to the edge and followed the short staircase down into the spa bath. The sizable pool contained a full four and a half feet of gooey, warm mud. His latex encased feet squelched into the steamy gunk and after that every step forward was a chore. He slogged on, his rubberized body sinking in deeper with every step until his feet felt the bottom. The mud came further up his chest as he got to the center of the pool. Already, he could barely move without monumental effort.

Bayonetta followed him in eagerly. She moaned in satisfaction as her thick thighs sang into the luscious, hot, sucking muck. She caught up to James quickly, her powerful legs pushing through the thick filth with greater ease. She gave his upper back a gentle push.

"Keep going, slut. Right up to the edge and grab hold."

James grunted and pressed his body forward. He slogged a few more feet to the end of the tub. The sweat poured from his body, coating the inside of his latex suit as the hot sludge sucked away at his second skin. He placed his hands on the edge and pushed his legs far apart. James not only knew what was coming, he wanted it bad. Being ensconced in warm filth brought his submissive tendencies to their peak. His stiffening penis was plastered against the inside of his gimp suit as his pucker twitched in anticipation.

Cereza didn't make him wait long, delving through the muck and unzipping herself below. Her long, rock-hard club of flesh and heavy balls were unleashed into warm, sticky clay and the well hung Goddess bellowed in pleasure. Even before seizing her length, the sensation was overwhelming and her cheeks turned a giddy red.

She thrust her hand down into the hot sludge and fumbled, looking for James' zipper. She found it quickly and yanked it down. A nanosecond later James felt her tip at his backdoor and she speared into him powerfully. They let out cries of ecstasy together as Bayonetta glided her muddy flesh into her compliant cock sleeve. Her hot, clay smeared phallus was pumping in and out of the latex bitch boy in record time.

In all their months together, James doubted either of them had ever felt this aroused. He relaxed in the muck and surrendered himself to her completely. His well hung Goddess seized his hips as best she could with slick, muddy, latex hands and shafted him with vigor. Their body suits slapped together wetly as the mud slurped and bubbled around them.

Bayonetta's mighty hips drove home her bulging cum pipe hard and deep. James felt her in the deepest part of his body. He gasped and moaned as her thick cock pulsed with lust and glided through his welcoming depths. She pummeled his ass hungrily, reminding her gimp she was forever in charge of their love making.

"YEAH! You like that, don't you, slut? Being my little mud bitch."

"AHHHHHH!!! Y-Yes Mistress.... Please don't stop!"

"Of course you do. Fucking PERVERTED SLAVE!"

She removed one hand from his hips just long enough to feel him below. Her hand glided through the warm mire to trace his hard cock, outlined nicely in the latex of his suit.

"Pffft, have you ever been this hard in your life?!? Figures, a filthy bitch like you enjoys taking it up the ass in the mud!"

James muttered nothing but pleasure-racked gibberish as she grabbed him with both hands and pounded his soft, welcoming hole with even more force. Bayonetta's scrotum rocked back and forth through the silky muck as she bottomed out in her moaning gimp bitch. Her sack churned with an enormous load, ready to fill her slave with hot glue. Cereza's emissions were thick enough to match the sticky clay they were chest deep in.

"Wherever we settle down for good, we're getting one of these tubs for our home. I'm going to fuck you in the mud whenever I damn well please! What do you think of that, slave?"

"I... I think that's a wonderful... idea, Mistress." James was hanging on for dear life as she smacked his body powerfully with each thrust. James' shiny, filth smeared form jolted in the muck as she plowed him over and over. The slaps into his body grew harsher and more painful as Bayonetta reached the verge of climax. His smarting ass and the sounds of muddy thrusting just made him moan louder as pre-cum dribbled from his trapped pecker.

*SCHLLLORRRPPP SCHLUURRPP SCHLOORRP SCHLLAPP SCHLOORPP SCHLLLOOPP SCHLUURRP SCHLLORRRPPP*

"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

James' insides flooded with a river of creamy sperm as his own dick shot its load in unison. Steamy cum splurted all over the inside of his sweaty, clingy, latex suit as he stood, surrounded in sucking mud, and Cereza deposited her hot load in his warm, wet depths. She grunted and wailed repeatedly as ounce after ounce of thick nut fired into her quivering slave. Her scrotum clenched, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hilted cock bulged and twitched as the stream of scalding batter felt like it would never end.

When at last her massive emissions were spent, she slumped forward. Her filth speckled, latex-encased breasts rested on her muddy, trapped gimp. They leaned against the wall of the spa, breathing deeply and enjoying the euphoric glow of wet and messy climax. She reached below the surface of the muck and felt James all over, eager to touch him still. Her cock remained hilted in his ass as she rested for several minutes and her orgasm faded to a light, blissful resonance.

Eventually, she raised her head and spoke into his ear. "You want more, you filthy slut?"

"Yes, please, Mistress..."

She reached forward and brought her muddy, latex fingers to his mouth. He opened it obediently and she fish-hooked him with both hands, pulling on his cheeks fiercely. The tastes and smells of clay and rubber overwhelmed him as his lustful Goddess began sawing her cock in and out of his ass once more. Her half-deflated schlong sprang back to life, stiffening to fleshy steel in little time and filling his cum-strewn insides anew.

"Good. Because you're about to find out just how long I can go."

* * * * *

The moon cast its light across the shimmering waves. Bayonetta and James lay in bed watching the light dance on the water and reflect off the glass. On the deck, their latex suits hung from a clothesline, slowly drying off. The mud-caked garments had required a thorough rinsing with the hose before their shine returned.

For once, Mistress and slave were together with no rubber or latex to speak of. No fetish bedding or sex toys. No bodysuits or bondage. Only the leather collar around James' neck remained. Tonight, it was just the naked bodies of two lovers pressed warmly against each other amid the lovely satin sheets.

They were both still exhausted and content to stare out at the ocean after a long, rapturous day in muddy nirvana. It was quiet except for the gentle swish of the sea.

James eventually turned to gaze at his raven haired Domina. A final, burning question lingered in his heart.

"So, how does this work? You stay forever young. Eventually, I turn old and gray, and then..."

"Shhhhhh..." Cereza brought a finger to his lips. "Silly Cheshire. None of us is guaranteed tomorrow, let alone another forty years."

"No, but..."

"BUT" she interrupted him. "I plan to live a very long and fulfilling life. And you're going to be there with me."

"How is that going to work?"

Bayonetta propped herself up on one elbow. Her glistening eyes pierced through the darkness. "You've seen for yourself that men can learn magic. It's not necessarily a good idea that they do, but there are exceptions and I think you're one of them. In time, I will begin to teach you."

James was taken aback. "Is that allowed? By the Umbra?"

Cereza's mischievous chuckle was a good enough answer, but she elaborated. "Officially, no, but I've never been big on the coven's rules. I use my own judgment in these matters. Besides, I've walked this world for many lonely years without a proper lover. I don't intend to lose you."