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.