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“Dr. Neo Cortex,” Bayonetta said, and she sounded almost satisfied. “I am so glad you could make it.” She was standing right next to him, her knee on the floor, her hand on his shoulder. He could feel the excitement coming off her in waves. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.” The pale, sweaty man squirmed in his chains.

“I can’t say the same,” the doctor growled. He tried to sound defiant, but even he could hear the quaver in his voice. He was scared, and he hated it. Trying once again to sound confident, he continued. “You’re going to regret this. I am the greatest scientist in the world. You won’t do this to me, I won't be forced to watch my creations participate in such debauchery!"

"Oh, you poor little man," the mistress cooed. "Of course not. Since you've been so convincing, I won't make you watch."

Bayonetta spun on her heel, her laughter filling the room. He watched her retreat to the opposite end of the room, behind the sickening acts of Crash and Tawna. There, he noticed a black leather duffel bag leaning against the wall near the ladder.

"That's right, you witch! Go and get your keys, and release me at once!"

“You really have no idea, do you?" she responded. "I’m not getting you the keys because I’m not letting you go.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her tits straining against the fabric of her corset. “I have something else in mind."

She bent over, her latex tights streching over every curve and fold beneath them. There was nothing left for the imagination. Rummaging through the bag, she retrieved two black cloth-like items. She seemed to pause for a moment, as if to savor his confused expression. Then she returned, hands behind her back, heels clacking on the cobblestone. He could only describe her demeanor as faux innocence, but he knew better. He could see the cruel enjoyment in the wideness of her eyes and her subtly upturned lips.

"Now, then. What could I possibly have behind my back? Care to make a hypothesis, Doctor?"

Dr. Neo Cortex stared at her, trying to guess what she was planning. He had no idea. Perhaps it was some kind of torture device? No, he thought, she wouldn’t be so blatant. Deciding not to hazard a guess, he responded, “I don’t know, but whatever it is, I doubt it will be as effective as my inventions.” He couldn’t help but notice a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. Steeling himself, he offered her an insult. “Whatever you have planned, you can’t possibly match the power of my intellect.”

“You’re wrong,” Bayonetta said, her voice dripping with contempt. “Your intellect cannot possibly match the power of my desires.” She turned her back on him, and he noticed that she’d retrieved a two black silk scarfs, which she held against her plump ass. Her fingers caressed the fabric before she suddenly gripped them tightly.

"You have a sensitive nose, don’t you, doctor?"

"My senses, all of them, are the greatest in the world, superior to all others," asserted Cortex. His tone was temporarily filled with the same confidence he usually used when discussing matters of science. "I would never doubt my olfactory abilities."

"Of course. Yes, I can tell by the way you wrinkle your nose like you can smell something terrible. You’re not quite sure what it is, but you’re certain it’s coming from me. You see, I’ve had a very long journey, and I wanted to freshen up before I came to see you..." She giggled then, uncharacteristically, the sound sending shivers up his spine. "But unfortunately, I’ve been unable to find any facilities in this dark, dank place that offer the kind of service I require. And I didn't bring a change of panties along, either. Such a shame, isn’t it?"

Then she turned just her head and winked at the chained soul before her. "Just a moment, little man." She smirked as she took the silk scarfs between her teeth. The mistress slowly walked her fingertips down the length of her sides, stopping at her hips. A hidden zipper was revealed, and she began to slowly shimmy her way out of her skin-tight leatheresque leggings. Expertly, she pulled them over her heels, leaving the severe pair of footwear on her feet.

As his eyes had followed her hands down, he slowly raked them up her legs again. Blood-red cotton straps were wrapped tightly around her waist, and a thin string disappeared between her asscheeks. Turning to face him, he caught the sight of a thin triangle of red lace over her shaved pussy.

"Doctor, I think we’re going to have to gag you," Bayonetta finally spoke. Her voice was low and sultry, and it radiated with excitement. "You'll be gagging on the taste and smell of this filthy rag before you know it. You'll be wishing your olfactory senses weren't so keen this night."

The mistress turned to face him, sitting down on her plush ass, and spread her legs. Tugging her thong to the side, she rubbed one silk scarf along the length of her heat, coating it in the thick fluid that seeped out of her opening. Even in the dim lighting, Cortex could see the fabric darken as it became soaked with her signature pussy potion. Seconds later, she removed her thong and gripped it in her fist.

Then, she leaned forward to grab his neck, yanking him towards her as far as his chains would allow. With one hand, she held his insanely large forehead to hers, ignoring his jerks of resistance. Before he could even yell, she stuffed the putrid lingerie into his mouth. He gagged as the disgusting garment was shoved inside. Then, she slid the center of the silk scarf into his mouth, forcing it between his teeth. Her swift fingers worked a knot into it behind his head, so tightly that his cheeks seemed to go numb.

He screamed against the gag, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could. His anguished, muffled roars echoed through the small dungeon, but Bayonetta paid them no mind. She rose, stepped forward and pulled his face to her stomach as she stood over him. The other scarf she had grabbed earlier from her bag materialized in her hand, and just like the gag, she tied it tightly around his eyes.

"You can thank me for my mercy later, Cortex. I granted your wish - you shall no longer have to watch the furry idiot fuck that virgin raw."

She noticed, then, that his blindfold was wet, too. But it wasn't from her succulent pussy juices; no, it was from the doctor's tears of misery. Beside him, Coco looked into the eyes of her mistress, afraid her torment would resume within the minute.

"I love to torture people. It makes me feel good. But I need a break to eat my favorite cereal, Special K with Red Berries," Bayonetta said to Dr. Neo Cortex. "It's the perfect breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a hot mom like me."

"I am surprised to find out you have kids," Dr. Neo Cortex said. "I didn't know you were a mother. How many children do you have? I bet a slut like you has a ton of them."

"I don't have kids, dipshit. But eating Special K with red berries has given me so much hot mom energy I feel like I could take over the world! Soon I will be going to JC Penney to buy another woolen cardigan because I'm so hot," she continued, sweat pouring down her face. She was feeling so much hotter now that she had eaten Special K with Red Berries. "I love to eat it while I'm watching my favorite shows on TV, like Storage Wars and Pawn Stars."

Tiny peices of corn flakes escaped her mouth as she spoke. The crunching sound Bayonetta emitted was so loud Dr. Neo Cortex could have sworn he was chained next to a jackhammer. She shoveled heaping spoonful after spoonful into her mouth like a woman posessed.

Suddenly, a loud shreik of pain echoed across the walls of the dank dungeon. Bayonetta carefully spun on her heel so as not to spill her delightful cereal. She didn't want to lose a single precious grain.

"Ah, so that was you, Tawna. How did you enjoy your first time?"

Tawna only panted in response. Crash offered a full report. "She's ready for use, as you requested, mistress," he giggled, "but I'm sorry to say that she isn't very talkative at the moment."

"Just how I like it! Very good, Crash. Now, please go upstairs and get me another box of Special K with Red Berries. I am absolutely ravenous, and not just for torture. Also for a balanced breakfast. And then torture."

The bandicoot scurried up the ladder. Tawna was still lying motionless on the floor. She had not uttered a word since she'd been forced to take his hot load. Crash hoped she would never return to her normal self. He had never thought he'd want to share her with anyone, but Bayonetta was so hot, and had a dominating but motherly energy about her. Her every wish was his to satisfy.

Coco woke up, finally, from being knocked out. She realized that she had been stripped of all her clothes and was tied to a cold, rough plastic table. The ropes holding her down were stretched from her limbs to cinder blocks on the floor. She was completely exposed and open. A draft wafted between her folds, making her shiver as it tickled her clit. She didn't remember anything. Crash was standing in front of her, flexing his muscles and showing off his fully erect cock.

"Brother... what are you doing?" She helplessly inquired.

"I'm sorry, Coco, but I have to do this. My mistress and I have discussed it. She commands it."

"What are you talking about, Crash? What has happened? What is going on?" Coco was confused and scared.

"This is for the best, sister. You'll see. You'll be much happier after. This is just the beginning. Once you submit to the mistress, you will find you like it."

Bayonetta approached behind him, opening a new box of Special K with Red Berries Cereal. The bag inside crinkled explosively as she tore it open. Then, she pulled down the collar of her latex suit to reveal a positively engorged breast.

"Ready for your transformation, Coco?" She said from the shadows.

"Mmm, never seen tits like these before, have you?" Bayonetta murmured. Without warning, she shoved a fistful of Special K with Red Berries into Coco's mouth. "Not quite what you're used to, but I do hope you enjoy it." She looked to the young virgin's brother. "Alright, Crash. Stuff her."

Coco tried to beg for anything else, but she was gagged with another fistful of Special K. "Hold your breath," Bayonetta said, "or it will be even worse for you." Coco obediently nodded, and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt tiny pieces of cereal being shoved into her mouth.

Suddenly, the young bandicoot felt something stiff prod just below her entrance. Before she could chance a guess at what it was, it began to assault the outermost inch of her tight hole like a battering ram. She gagged and choked, but knew better than to resist.

"What's the problem, boy?"

"I can't get it in. She's too tight.. and... ngh... dry."

"Can you do anything on your own, worthless mutt? Fine, bring your useless dick over here. I'll get it wet for you." Crash bounced on his toes towards Coco's head. "Alright, right over her face. That's right. At least she'll get some drippings to wet down the mess of healthy grains I've shoved in her facehole."

Unable to look away, Coco stared straight up as her brother's throbbing member appeared inches from her nose, hovering just above her open jaw. Bayonetta's manicured fingers appeared, then, grasping her swollen right breast, squeezing it methodically. Drops of thick milk appeared on the surface of her massive areola, until they became too heavy and fell to soak the fur of Crash's cock. The shower from Bayonetta's overproductive glands increased in intensity then, and Coco felt the flakes in her open mouth become soggy. She tasted for the first time, then, Bayonetta's sweet, viscous, titty nectar.

"It's starting now, Crash. Hurry up and plug her. She can't transform until she's been thoroughly fucked senseless. It's the milf way."

The submissive bandicoot scurried to do as she asked, and plunged his milk-soaked rod into his sister's unwilling cunt. It was a tight squeeze, and he could feel her dry walls resist him as he intruded. It took a few moments; all the while his sister squirmed against her restraints as she was waterboarded with the milf potion. He almost felt bad to hear her scream, but her pussy was just so good.

"Don't get too excited, whelp, you still need to cum in her mouth. Then her transformation will begin."

Crash started to grunt like a bandicoot possessed; after all, he was. Enraptured by the mistress and her domineering aura, he rutted again and again until his heavy balls threatened to burst. "W- Who-WhoOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," he screamed, darting to Coco's open mouth again, and spilling his piping hot seed into her face. He watched as it cascaded across her teeth, falling gracefully between each soggy rice flake like a babbling brook. Ropes of white, hot come continued to pour out of his quaking sack until Coco began to gag again in earnest. His gaze shifted to her neck, waiting. Finally, just as the last of his seed seeped from the head of his cock, his sister swallowed reluctantly.

Bayonetta slapped him on the back. "Well done, asswipe. Now, we wait."

"Mistress... I've done everything you asked. Why do you spare me no longer?"

Bayonetta laughed darkly. "You expected to be spared? To continue to enjoy the sweet agony of others, like me? You fool, surely you must see that I have no more use for you as an assistant. Now, you shall become the victim." She stepped closer, her eyes blazing. "And you will learn to love it."

His mistress reached up and grabbed the largest whip she could find hanging on the wall. It was made of leather and had metal teeth on the end. She took a step forward, and Crash involuntarily took a step back. She smiled at his reaction.

"Kneel, Crash. It is time for you to taste my whip."

With trembling hands, Crash obeyed her. He knelt on the gritty floor, his arms pulled painfully behind him and chained to the cold stone. His binds were heavy and a burning pain shot up and down his arms as he struggled to move. He felt helpless and afraid. Bayonetta advanced on him slowly, her eyes gleaming with a savage light. Her whip came down, and Crash cried out as a dozen lashes assaulted his naked body.

Bayonetta laughed at the bandicoot's screams of pain. It felt so good to see him suffer, she thought. She loved seeing his fur split apart, the now-visible skin and muscles bruised and torn. The blows landed across his back, his ass, his thighs, his genitals. It only took a few seconds for his back to be covered in a warm, sticky film of blood and sweat. Crash felt himself beginning to whimper, and then Bayonetta raised her whip to strike again.

"This is woman's power over man," she shouted. "This is what it means to be a woman!" Strike after strike landed on him. "Woman, in all of her glorious power, commands man to obey."

Another lash, another scream of pain and humiliation. Bayonetta saw the blood now, coating her whip as she struck Crash again and again. She could feel her excitement growing, and she knew that Crash was close to his limit, not that she cared. He was making soft, pathetic sounds now, and his body was quivering with the effort of staying still. The red stripes on his body were now a much deeper purple, and she could see that his fur was coming off in strips.

"And the man-" she continued, "who was once free and powerful... He shrivels up and becomes a slave, a docile animal who only obeys when she says so. Even you, a simple, pathetic boy, is further emasculated by the mere presence of a strong woman such as myself."

Now, Bayonetta was not satisfied with merely striking Crash with her whip. When she saw the blood begin to thicken in his fur, she decided it was time to switch to a different form of torture. She pulled down the flogger hanging next to where her whip had been, and her excitement grew as she saw that it was also made of leather and metal. It had long, braided leather tails on the end, and it looked like it would hurt much more than her whip.

The towering woman then brought the flogger down across his back, striking the now-bulging skin with a sharp, resounding crack. Crash screamed with pain and anguish as the leather tails, each one the length of his entire body, sliced into his flesh. As the blows continued, his cries grew louder and louder, and soon he was nearly screaming at the top of his lungs. He feared he was going to die from this, that his mistress had forsaken him.

Bayonetta began to pick up the pace. She was trying to break him, to make him realize that he was nothing more than a weak animal. Crash began to vomit violently. He couldn't control himself, and the acidic bile sprayed down his chest and across the wall, staining the leather and steel implements of torture. Angered by the mess, the mistress continued striking him; his body was a mass of blood and tears and bile.

"WhyyyYYYYYY," He bellowed, choking on the vomit that coated his throat. "BEEN... GOOD... FOR MISTRESS...??"

"You must pay for the sins of your kind, your weak species. Your mere existence is an affront to me," she continued, her voice calm and emotionless. “I am no mere mistress, no, to you I am a godess. And you have not earned my favor.” She paused, and he could barely see her wicked smile. “But perhaps your punishment will bring you closer to the light.”

With that, Bayonetta stopped striking him, and instead ordered him to turn over. For a moment, he thought she was going to unlock his chains, but instead she reached down and grabbed his left arm, pulling it up so that he was forced to turn onto his back with his wrists crossed above his head.

The mistress stood over him, her legs spread slightly, and a cigarette materialized between her fingers as she drew them out from her collar. Turning to light it, she took a few drags, and then spoke again, her voice deep and vibrating. He could smell the smoke, and it was making him dizzy.

"You see, Crash, you must be cleansed- no, cured- by the fire of my wrath."

She flicked her ash over his chest. The tip pushed into his skin and quickly began to burn. It was so hot, he felt almost as if he could feel his skin melting. He hissed in pain as the burning spread, and felt sick yet again.

He began to scream with agony, but her only response was to light another cigarette and continue to smoke. Every few minutes, she would snuff out the burning tobacco on his body. She continued this cycle for hours, until he was barely conscious. His skin was blistered, his eyes were swollen shut, and his screams had turned into whimpers. All the time, she continued to smoke her cigarettes, searing him lower and lower until she reached his penis.

Crash's eyes went wide as he realized where this was headed.

Crash's eyes went wide as he realized where this was headed.

He begged Bayonetta not to burn him, but it seemed too late. The woman's fist, grasped around her cigarette, surged towards his groin. His entire body went numb, and suddenly she stopped. He couldn't move, couldn't tear his gaze away from where Bayonetta's hand had hovered just a moment ago. But now it was gone.

"What's wrong, Crash? You don't look so good. You don't have to be scared. It's all right," she cooed. Flicking the cigarette to the ground, she continued. "I've got something else in mind for your precious little package. Wait just a moment."

What else could the bandicoot do? He let his head drop to the stone floor again, hearing the click clack of her heels as she walked away. He closed his eyes and tried to think of what she could mean. Would she bring back a hammer? Or worse, a blowtorch? He didn't dare guess what new horrors she had in store for him, so he just lay there, waiting for whatever it was to happen.

Bayonetta returned with two things in her hands. The first was a container of dental floss, the second a small, thin, metallic object. It was curved towards one end, with a large metal ring on the other. She held them out to Crash, who stared at them blankly. "Have any ideas?" She asked.

The bandicoot simply grunted, shaking his head. There was no use in answering her.

"Well, darling. Don't worry about it. I've changed my mind. You have been a good little pet for mistress, haven't you?"

He gave a fast nod, whimpering again against his will.

"Alright then, you shall have your reward." She set the dental floss and metal rod on the floor as she kneeled between his legs, spreading them. With no energy to hold up his head, he fixed his gaze to the ceiling again and felt her hot breath on his fur. His eyes widened as she leaned forward, her face only a few inches from his- no. This couldn't be. Surely she wasn't about to-

His cock became enveloped by a warm, wet sensation and he felt her mouth on it. He shuddered, his eyes bulging and his tail flicking beneath him, even as it was pinned to the floor. Somehow, his dick managed to harden rapidly, as if he hadn't just endured pure torture from the woman now sucking it.

For a few minutes, Bayonetta continued her ministrations, her head bobbing up and down as she swallowed the dick whole, her tongue flicking against the tip. The pleasure he experienced in this very moment surpassed that of any he had ever felt before. Even when he came deep inside Tawna, or when his cum mixed with Bayonetta's sweet breast milk inside his sister's mouth. Those moments were nothing compared to this.

Crash's cock was throbbing, its volume increasing with every second. He felt a familiar sensation in his balls, as if they were about to explode. The mistress seemed to sense this, and sucked his cock even harder. The pleasure was unbearable, and he felt his body react, his hips bucking forward. Just a little longer, he thought. Just a little longer.

But just as he reassured himself that he could keep himself from bursting in her hot mouth, he felt something thin and sharp wrap around the base of his dick. He looked down to see that she was still sucking, but her mouth was now clamped around the tip of his head, and her hands were fiddling around his shaft. "W-What are you doing?" He rasped.

Her eyes darted to his face, and she stopped sucking at once. Feeling the sting in his shaft again, he glanced down to see that she was wrapping the floss tightly around him, cutting into the taut skin that stretched over his hardness. She didn't stop until the container of floss was empty, and tied a tight knot where the ends met.

"Needed you hard for this next step. Sorry to tease you, but I won't be finishing you off."

Fear gripped her servant again, but his cock didn't soften. No, it was still rock hard, and he began to feel a familiar sensation in his shaft. It reminded him of the pins and needles feeling that came with restless legs. Were it not for the fur covering his shaft, he could have seen the skin turning blue as the blood began to lose oxygen.

"Are you- are you trying to AMPUTATE my COCK?" He cried out.

"What? What good would that do either of us?" Bayonetta scoffed. "No, you'll keep your precious little cock. I'm just going to stretch you out a little." Her left hand reached towards the metal rod on the floor. She picked it up, and without warning, brought the curved tip flush with his cock hole.

"And don't even try to cum. This one doesn't facilitate that sort of thing," She said as she pushed the tip in. She guided the slight bend of the rod into his hole, and then began to slowly push it in. Every milimeter stung like hell. He wasn't meant to be stretched like this.

"This is just a warm up. I've got plenty more sizes in my bag. But we'll go easy on you for now."

Easy? Was she insane? He groaned in pain as she continued to push the rod in.

"Thaaaaat's it," she sang. "Take it. Take it all." The rod was now fully inside him. When she began to pull it back out, the intense pain was almost unbearable. He steeled himself, trying to get through it. She was taking it out. It was almost over.

Not even halfway removed, the metal rod stopped its retreat and surged forward again. A pattern developed as Bayonetta rythmically pushed and pulled the rod in and out, in and out. She was in control, and he was helpless.

Fortunately, he was beginning to lose sensation as his oxygen-starved penis turned cold. Realizing this, Bayonetta curled her fingernail in between two strands of floss and quickly pulled. The floss snapped and fresh blood rushed into his cock. Relief and excruciating pain hit him at the same time. But, of course, the relief was nothing compared to the pain. He was still being stretched, prodded, scraped from the inside.

His mistress picked up her pace, then, and somewhere between the twenty-second and twenty-third pull she pushed the rod in all the way. The ring at the end butted up against his urinary meatus. She gave a few quick, shallow pumps that battered his tip with the ring. All at once, she yanked out the device as if she were trying to start a lawnmower.

Rising from between his legs, she stepped over his limp body and neared his head. She stopped and looked down at him, a strange and undiscernable look on her face. Her expression changed within seconds; she appeared as if she had made up her mind. Leaning down, she whispered, "Goodnight, Crash."

The last thing he saw was the back of her hand as it came down on his face.