A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. The path to truth and consequence is revealed as the curtain is pulled back on Bayonetta's mysterious order.
Bayonetta's Abuse VII – Lurid Revelations
James' eyes opened for the first time in what felt like days, his pupils slowly adjusting to the light. He began to take in his dismal surroundings and immediately his memories flooded back. His kidnapping, the battle with Jeanne, and being hauled away by the mysterious colleagues of his lover and dominatrix, Bayonetta.
He examined the small room from the top bunk of a prison bed and found his dark seductress sleeping soundly in the bottom bunk below. It was mostly quiet in the cage of cement and steel, though the chatter of other prisoners and the clang of metal doors broke the silence intermittently.
He gazed down at his buxom Mistress, the black latex of her costume hugging her curves so perfectly and her long black hair a silken mass beneath her. Bayonetta's chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, a placid look on her snow white face.
So much had happened since he met his beautiful captor; much of it completely unbelievable. Yet here he was in some holding facility, a captive again, this time to an entire group of crazed, supernaturally powerful women. Was women even the right word? The massive bulges in their body suits certainly begged the question, yet in every other regard they were undoubtedly female.
James waited a few more minutes, allowing the fog of sleep to dissipate before sliding off the mattress and hitting the ground with a thud. He began to stretch his limbs, the latex of his bondage suit creaking as he forced blood to flow to his arms and legs more freely. The room was slightly cool and he was glad, for once, to have the thick fetish gear keeping him so warm.
The chains, padlocks and other restraints that Jeanne had added to his suit had all been removed, presumably so that he didn't piss himself during his stay. He said a silent 'thank you' for that and crossed the short distance to the toilet, relieving himself as Bayonetta began to stir behind him.
She sat up slowly, the mattress barely moving as she shifted her weight.
"Ugh.... these beds are dreadful."
"Tell me about it," James replied as he turned to greet her. "I felt like I was laying on a slab of granite."
He stepped back toward the bed and offered his hand to her.
"Stiffness aside, how are you feeling Mistress?"
She took his hand and stood from the pitiful bunk, her leather boots hitting the floor with loud taps and her lungs filling with air as her dark hair flowed outward. She pressed her body against him immediately, her hands caressing his sides and back as she looked deeply in his eyes.
"I'm fine. The fight with psycho bitch took it out of me, but I've always been swift to recover... as you are well aware by now."
Their lips met in a full, wet kiss, their arms circling each other warmly. She groped him thoroughly through his latex suit as their tongues explored deeply and without hesitation. The temptation to do more was strong, but the time for answers had come, and James was not about to be derailed. He broke the kiss and took a step back, looking at her intently.
"By 'psycho bitch' I take it you mean your good friend Jeanne? The one who kidnapped me and tried to kill you?"
She looked away, her expression changing from affectionate to bored.
"Jeanne and I have been friends and enemies many times before. It looks like we're enemies again."
"I see, but that tells me nothing about who you are and why we're here."
Bayonetta raised her arms straight up, stretching herself leisurely.
"Do we have to do this right now?'
James folded his arms, a determined look on his face.
"Yes, Cereza, we do. We're in a jail cell, we have nothing but time, and I think I deserve to know the truth after what I've been through."
She sighed, her arms falling back down and crossing below her ample breasts. She leaned against the bed frame and returned her gaze to James.
"I suppose you're right. Fine then... You already know what I am. I told you that much during our dinner date. And by now you should realize that there are many like me. We call ourselves "Umbra" witches and we have many covens throughout the world. We have a headquarters in the city and that's where we're currently being held."
James nodded, unsurprised by the information so far.
"What did I see when you and Jeanne fought? Was that some kind of 'magic'? Whatever it was, I think she used it on me when she kidnapped me."
"It's no trick, I can assure you of that. Our powers are potent and very real. The Umbra witches have spent centuries learning to pierce the veil between the mortal realm and the celestial order. We study the occult, unearth its secrets and summon its specters and demons to do our bidding. Those beings who cooperate and do us no harm, we learn from. The malevolent ones we fight, seal away, and take their power for our own."
"So, you're the Ghost Busters then?"
Bayonetta chuckled.
"Not exactly, but that's an interesting parallel now that you mention it."
"Is that not the purpose of your organization?"
"It is one of our many tasks, but each Umbra decides for herself what her own goals are. We have laws by which all Umbra must abide, laws that Jeanne has just broken, but in the end the only things we have in common are the pursuit of knowledge and the empowerment of women."
"The Umbra are female only I take it?"
"Correct."
"And there no males summoning spirits and channeling dark powers?"
"Oh, they do exist. They tend toward corruption much more easily though, so we keep them on a short leash. They formed an order called the 'Lumen' that's almost as old as ours. Silly boys..."
"It sounds like you don't take them seriously."
"Only when we have to, which isn't often."
A smile spread across Bayonetta's lips, her dark blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. It was clear she was enjoying the conversation much more than when it began.
James smiled back. Her answers were incredible, on the face of it, yet nothing she said was inconsistent with what he'd seen. He thought for a few moments before speaking again.
"All this power you've gained... what exactly is the price?"
"Price?"
"No power comes without price or responsibility. It sounds like you're responsible to no one but yourselves. So what's the catch?"
Her smile faded, her tone becoming much more sullen.
"Clever Cheshire... your questions pierce like arrows. Ask me again some other time. That's not a topic I wish to broach today."
Recognizing that he'd hit upon something sensitive, he made a mental note and moved on.
"Alright, one last question for now. What, if anything, does your order have to do with your..."
"Massive cock?" she interrupted, a grin returning to her face.
James blushed a deep shade of red.
"Between you and Jeanne it wasn't likely to be a coincidence. Meeting more of the witches has only confirmed that."
"We weren't always this way. Our additional sexual endowments are really quite recent. It was about thirty years ago when we made contact with a demon we'd been attempting to reach for ages. His name has no real equivalent in the tongues of humanity, so the Umbra nick-named him "Phalleus."
"Very subtle" James quipped.
Bayonetta laughed and nodded before continuing.
"We knew he would be very powerful and seductive, so we took extreme care in our dealings with him. Like many of his kind, he took us for fools. He offered us power and tried to trick us into subservience, but his scheme backfired and as soon as we understood his magic, we sealed him away. Since then, we've had the power to bestow his gift on the entire sisterhood."
"And all the Umbra embraced it?"
"Absolutely" she answered, her hand reaching down and beginning to rub the growing bulge in her tight, latex bodysuit. "Although it has obvious advantages for sexual dominance, we found, over time, that it was much more than just a cock. It enhances our other magical abilities, extends our already considerable longevity and super charges our libido. It has increased our vitality in every way imaginable."
"And the irony of this doesn't bother you at all?"
"Why should it? If utilizing a big, fat, male appendage paves the way to even greater female empowerment, why not embrace it? You certainly have... slut."
James blushed again, his arms raising in surrender.
"You got me there."
