Bayonetta's Abuse

Bayonetta's Abuse

by James Bondage

Chapter 1

Bayonetta's shaft throbbed in James' mouth. He gurgled on her sperm, feeling his throat backing up with her thick, creamy pre-cum. He was powerless to stop her.

She laughed at him, grabbed the handles on the hood of his latex bondage suit and pulled his face into her thrusting hips. Her huge gleaming scrotum, heavy with seed, smacked repeatedly into his chin. The waterbed rocked and waved as she mercilessly raped his mouth and the pungent odors of latex, rubber and sweaty cock filled James' nostrils.

After a particularly vigorous thrust she held his head firmly to her pubis, his lips sealed around the base of her fat phallus. James tried to pull away as guttural sounds emanated from his tightly packed throat, but her grasp was like iron.

"Yeah, just keep making those pretty noises" Bayonetta chided before finally relaxing her grip and allowing his mouth to slide halfway off her cock.

After a short reprieve to inhale fresh air she returned to fucking his throat full force. The deep throating continued for some ten minutes until finally a scream announced her climax.

She yanked his head forward, plunging her cock down his throat and disgorging her enormous, virile load into him like a cum receptacle. He realized he was choking and spluttered, trying to stem the flow, but her thick cock effortlessly plugged his oral passage.

"Swallow, boy" she intoned and he was forced to obey. Her thick jizm rushed into his stomach and he shuddered in shame, his own vastly smaller penis stiffening in a sad emulation of her godlike member.

"Ahhhhhh, YES, take it all slut... SUCK IT! Suck it all out! You must always finish the meals that Momma prepares for you. Wasting even a drop means punishment." She pumped his face at a slower pace now as shot after shot of rich cum made its way down her shaft and deposited itself in James' cum coated guts.

Eventually her thunderous orgasm subsided and Bayonetta began the arduous task of withdrawing her cock from his body. Knobby, thick veins brushed his lips as she drew back, taking a full step off the bed. The cock slid over his tongue like a train vibrating over tracks. Even as inch after inch of her glistening shaft was removed from his body, more seemed to magically appear. Had he really swallowed this much of her mighty cock?

Suddenly, his lips widened and her bright red cockhead slid from his mouth with a loud pop. It quivered before his eyes, then spat a glob of cum onto his face, completing his subjugation.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful my little slut! You've earned a rest, but don't get too comfortable. I have a full appetite tonight!"

She released the handles on the sides of his bondage hood and James slumped forward, a sticky mess. The suit bound him in tight latex from head to toe and the only openings in the suit were for his eyes, nose, ears, mouth, penis and asshole. The suit zippered up in the back and was locked with a tiny padlock at the base of his neck.

He was allowed to remove it only on the rare occasion that she let him bathe. At all other times he was locked in the sinister latex prison and chained up wherever Bayonetta wanted him, which was usually the bed. Her constant sexual advances meant that more often than not he was extremely hot and sweaty within the suit, and her regular cum baths only added to his disgusting predicament.

Immensely satisfied, Bayonetta stepped back, her cock hanging lewdly between her strong thighs. James could only look up in awe at his captor and tormentor. His knees were stiff from cock sucking but he didn't dare move from his position, knowing full well the punishment he'd suffer at her hands. At least today she hadn't fitted him with an arm binder... yet.

He knelt on the rubber sheets of the waterbed and attempted to catch his breath as she moved around the dwelling checking her email and inhaling more powdered energy, no doubt for their next session. She grasped her fat cock and stroked the foul length as she went about her business.

Bayonetta was well over his height, having at least a head on him, and that wasn't where her superiority ended. On the contrary, while he was only moderately handsome, with a nice enough figure and face, she was a beauty second-to-none.

Her skin shone with glossy health and a light layer of sweat, while her dark hair flowed with life, reaching down to cradle her amazon ass. Her shoulders were broad and powerful and her breasts were magnificent H cups. They seemed to have a life of their own, jiggling and swaying with every motion, her nipples hard dents in the leather of her costume. From there, her body curved out into wide, child bearing hips, not that James would ever know the joy of making them swell with seed. He would forever be her cock slut, only fit to suck her enormous erection.

Her penis was impossibly huge, measuring 16 inches from base to tip, although he suspected it might be even more than that. As she fisted it now it throbbed with vigor that seemed to suggest it was even broader, even longer than before.

She'd fucked him so many times today that James imagined her balls must be close to empty, but every time he had that thought she would turn around and continue to shoot load after load of her slimy dick juice into his body. The width of her shaft made servicing it very difficult, but her harsh training had transformed him into a skilled cock sucker. Despite his shame, he also felt an odd sort of pride in his ability to perform his duties as her cum guzzling slave.

Suddenly, her dick sprang to life again. She quickly stepped to the side of the bed, yanked on the chain attached to his collar and plowed her cock into his waiting mouth. He choked as she shoved it back down his gullet, yet he felt relieved.

Often, her face fucking was preceded by a lengthy slapping with her gargantuan horse cock. Maybe James' acceptance of his new role and his improved efforts to please her had earned him this small leniency? Perhaps eventually she might even feed him something other than the sludge-like cum she'd nursed him on for the last two weeks?

He looked up into Bayonetta's dark blue eyes, searching for some indication that this was so, but all he saw was burning lust as she grasped the hood handles once more and began sawing her absurdly large penis in and out of his throat.

Had it been two weeks already? The only way he had to measure time was when she fucked his now loose asshole. He figured she only did that two or three times a day, while the blowjobs she demanded were much more frequent. He was certainly thankful for that, unsure that his tortured ass could take much more.

James shuddered in her grasp, coughing and gagging each time her massive, slimy fuck rod plunged into his oral cavity.

"That's it, full suction you fucking bitch! Show me how much you want my filth!"

Bayonetta had established a solid rhythm and the minutes flew by as her slick meat pole slurped in and out of James' pussy mouth.

"Suck harder!" she commanded as she increased her pace slightly.

He sucked eagerly, knowing that the sooner this shemale goddess orgasmed, the sooner he would get another break. But was that the only reason? Was it possible that he now wanted to please her and that he had embraced this life of sexual slavery? Could this really be... what he wanted?

James snapped back to reality as he felt her cum pouring down his throat once again. She held his head in a vice grip, completely impaled on her cock as she fired several more globs of jizm into his belly. He could feel her giant balls tightening and draining below his chin, until finally she released his head and James recoiled gagging and gasping for air.

Bayonetta raised her thigh-high boot and knocked him on his ass, laughing wickedly.

"Now I

need a rest!"

She sighed contentedly as she lowered herself down, sitting squarely on his face. He could see only acres and acres of creamy thigh flesh and her soft, doughy ass. She ground her butt into his nose, snickering at him while her cock continued to ooze.

"Oh, you're quite the comfy seat, boy!"

As her massive ass cheeks engulfed his face, James' thoughts turned to how he had become a slave to this crazy shemale.

He had learned about her via an online ad. A woman had advertised herself as being an especially rough, but loving dominatrix who loved to role play as Bayonetta. It sounded kinky and James had long held an interest in finding someone like her to have fun with, but within seconds of arriving at her apartment he knew he was in over his head.

He had been expecting your garden variety femdom with various toys and strapons whom he could complete a transaction with and be on his way. He had not expected an elephant dicked shemale who was looking for a new full time slave.

James had never seen her dressed in anything but her various Bayonetta attire nor heard her called by any other name. Even online she had introduced herself as "Lady Bayonetta", so it was the only name he had for her. He doubted this was even her real house or that she met any regular clients here. It seemed more like a secondary dwelling where she kept her slave and could get away from her work when she wished without unwanted interruptions.

James was suddenly shocked back to reality as Bayonetta raised her hand and brought it down on his member with a firm swat. In response, he could feel it trembling and oozing only a miniscule amount of pre-cum compared to her copious ejections.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at his dick, then suddenly she slapped it again. She held up a single finger.

"It's so small! What do you expect to do with THAT?"

She poked her fingertip at it, then smiled and grabbed his hand, wrapping it around her fat penis.

"THIS is a COCK

, boy! Not like that little weenie you've got!"

She pushed his face harder into the rubber sheets, laughing uproariously while she thrust her cock at his hand, using his fist to masturbate. She flicked at his dick with her fingers repeatedly and giggled, unable to take such a small penis seriously.

Feeling Bayonetta's cock rise from softness to her full, raging erection made James shudder in fear and anticipation. The great, greasy shaft was growing and rising mere inches from his face, while his nostrils were stuffed with the aroma of her plump ass and her heavy, dangling balls.

Soon her cock was ready to go again and she began rocking back and forth on his face, groaning faintly.

"Booooooy..." she moaned, "I need a hole."

James swallowed as she lifted herself up and turned to face him.

"A hole, boy! Or are you going to leave my beautiful cock" she swung it back and forth before his face dreamily, "Out in the cold? You cruel slut!"

Then she began her real taunting, finding a vein running along the bottom of her cock that was wider than James's entire penis. She began to gently trace her digit down the length of her sperm channel, from top to bottom. James was mesmerized, unable to take his eyes from her roving hand. When she reached her balls, she grabbed them, massaging them firmly.

"Well?" she moaned, toying.

"My holes exist only to be filled by you, Mistress Bayonetta."

It was the first thing he'd said out loud all day, and they were precisely the words Bayonetta wanted to hear. She smiled devilishly as James rolled over onto his stomach and spread out on the waterbed, raising his asshole to her.

Her enormous weight was crushing as she fell upon him, laying her massive cock in between his ass cheeks; a colossal hotdog resting on a bun that seemed far too small to accommodate it. She pushed her cock up and down between his cheeks, teasing him, and James wiggled his butt in anticipation.

Finally she could wait no longer and forced her dickhead up James' ass and proceeded to fiercely fuck him. James winced at the sudden invasion and pulled forward slightly in a feeble attempt to slow her advance. Bayonetta spit on his back, angered at his weakness. She smacked his ass hard, flaring her nostrils and glaring murder at him for daring to delay her full penetration.

"Clearly you need more training" she hissed. Then, she reached for an arm binder, mischief glowing in her eyes.

Her penis lodged halfway in his ass, she quickly grabbed his arms and slid them into the leather prison behind his back. She tightened it, shoved him face first into the bed and returned to the task at hand.

James felt completely helpless, immobilized as he was and being fucked like a bitch doggy style, his dick almost completely soft now. Oblivious to his feelings, Bayonetta snarled like an animal, groaning, panting and roughly jamming more and more of her obscene cock into James' ass.

"Boooooooooy! That's good! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!

"

She screamed and moaned as she groped at his body, unable to resist anymore. Bayonetta pounded his asshole, raping him like a whore, and the harder she thrust the more he felt his penis responding.

His dick was beginning to grow stiff from her power and domination. The abused had come to love the abuser. He bucked his hips back at her thrusts as he felt his dick getting harder and harder. His body was now slack muscle framed by white hot centers of pain and pleasure; a burning hunger in his prostate for release.

Suddenly, he groaned and started cumming, his penis jack-hammering out its load, spewing onto the rippling rubber mattress below. Her own shaft, snug and warm in his body, grew fatter and meaner, as if feeding on his orgasm. James' body went completely limp as Bayonetta dug her fingers into his latex encased hips and continued to shaft him.

Twenty minutes of relentless fucking later, Bayonetta gave an earth shattering wail and beat the shit out of his ass, smacking it over and over again. James felt her monolithic cock erupt in his body, hosing down his insides with the vigor and volume of a stud stallion. His body was drenched in cum and he collapsed, a totally broken man.

"Please mistress, let me rest" he implored.

Bayonetta pumped his ass for a while longer, ignoring his pleas and taking the maximum pleasure she could from the act. At last, she tried to pull her cock out, but grunted, realizing it was stuck and dragged him a solid foot across the bed as she tried to get her dick free.

It finally popped out with a wet slurch and her sperm drained out onto the bed, coating James in yet another cum bath. Slowly, Bayonetta rose and swept her hair from her face.

"You did good, boy" she purred as she ran her fingers over his cum slick bondage suit.

She continued to pet him for a time, rubbing her sperm into the latex so that it would forever carry her scent. Then, she pushed her cock into his face once more.

"Clean me" she ordered.

James leaned forward and began the task without hesitation. He didn't know if this would ever end, and he no longer wanted it to.