Alexia released her desk and straightened her back. “That will be all for now, Lieutenant. Thank you.”
The Chief Matron didn’t look back at her enforcer before strolling to the window. She was lost in thought with a hand on her chin. Katherine was glad she didn’t have to hide her grin. The armed blonde saluted and made her way out. The dutiful soldier was glad someone was re-asserting order into a coven that had grown far too chaotic.
The door shut and Alexia took stock of her bound slave. Despite Bayonetta’s massive presumption, the ring of truth resided in some of her words. When was the last time Alexia had shown her slut any kindness? Asked him how he was feeling? Did more than demand his total obedience and sexual servitude? The Chief Matron couldn’t recall.
Frustrated, she stalked back to the bondage bench and parked herself in front of him. She put her hands on her hips, her cock now hanging half-flaccid below.
“Slave, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the unvarnished truth. Do not tell me what you think I want to hear. Just answer honestly. You will not be punished regardless of what you say. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His body wiggled in its bonds, his anxiety evident.
“Do you enjoy being my slave?”
“Yes, Mistress. Very much so.”
‘You already knew the answer to that one. Be more precise.’
The Chief Matron thought a few moments before speaking again. “If you could change anything about our arrangement, anything at all, what would it be?”
“Oh… Ummm, it would be nice if I didn’t have to sleep in the cage all the time.”
Alexia smirked and her eyes narrowed. ‘I lined it with leather just for you.’
“And maybe I could pick what we have for dinner once in a while?”
The Chief Matron seized her girthy unit and resumed stroking it. ‘What, your birthday dinner isn’t enough?’
“…Perhaps we could cuddle from time to time?”
Alexia shoved her cock in his mouth, silencing him instantly. Her hips pressed forward and she burrowed her fleshy sausage in deep until the glans hit the back of his throat. His straining eyes peered up at her, confused by the sudden shift in tone. Regardless, he took up his task obediently, sucking away on her meaty shaft. She took hold of his head and started thrusting into his sucking lips eagerly.
The brown haired Goddess sighed. His baby blues kept peeking up, pleading with her as she fucked his mouth.
“I’ll think about it. Now suck me off, bitch.”
* * * * *
It was a beautiful day on the Bora Bora Islands, but then again, it seemed almost every day was gorgeous in this place. James had learned a bit about the region from promotional pamphlets available on their flight. The temperature rarely deviated above eighty five degrees or below seventy five. The dry season ranged from June to October. The rest of the year had lovely days like these broken up by periods of monsoon rain. The island’s economy was mostly tourism. If heaven existed on Earth, this might be it.
It had only been a matter of days between Cereza unveiling her “Bayonetta & James Go Tropical” plan to finding himself in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They had a lovely villa many times bigger than a couple could possibly need, a private beach and many other accommodations within walking distance or a short cab ride from their island hideaway.
It was strange being in French Polynesia, a place that was as far as you could get from France where people spoke only French and assorted native languages. Stranger still that his first day in such a lovely place was being spent getting buried. Only James’ shoulders and head remained visible above the white sand. It had taken almost an hour to dig a hole big enough for him to fit in. Cereza had spent the last ten minutes filling it in around him; packing down the sand and making sure he couldn’t budge.
James looked up at his beautiful Goddess as she finished the job; sweeping more sand over his shoulders and upper chest. Leave it to Bayonetta to wear leather and latex to the beach. Her shiny, black latex bra barely contained her massive milkers. The garment almost passed as the top half of a two piece bathing suit, but not quite. Her leather skirt ran snugly down to her knees. The bulge in its front grew more prominent by the minute as Cereza sealed her slave in sand below her.
She pushed a few more mounds of the sparkling silt over his shoulders and around his neck, packing them down tightly. The deed was done. James was entombed in the Earth, aside from his protruding head. He couldn’t budge a millimeter and that put a mischievous smile on Bayonetta’s face. She collapsed beside him to rest a few minutes before enjoying his predicament to the fullest.
“We could be seeing the sites right now, scuba diving, deep sea fishing… but your priority was burying me in sand and fucking my mouth.”
“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.