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Bayonetta Teaches Jeanne How To Torture	By : KajiraGames Category: +A through F > Bayonetta Views: 10023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bayonetta Teaches Jeanne How To Torture

by KajiraGames
Bayonetta regularly takes a turn as a rostered torturer in Inferno. Jeanne must now begin this duty too, but first she has to learn. The lessons are hard on the damned (male and female) that are used as examples.
Chapter 1 - General Punishment

BDSM, F/F, M/F, oral, spanking, S&M, torture

(Other chapters: anal, CBT, fingering, strap-on)
"All right, Jeanne my dear, it's time to start. We should be able to cover this in three easy lessons. First, punishment techniques that work for either sex. Then we'll cover ways to torment males where it hurts them most. Finally, we'll look at ways to punish the female damned. That should be enough to convince the Infernal powers that you're doing your rostered torturing duties diligently."
Bayonetta's blonde friend and fellow Umbra Witch rolled her eyes. "Is this really necessary, Cereza? I'm sure I can think of ways to hurt people all by myself. I do plenty of it on Earth."
"Ah, but it's different here, darling. The damned don't really have bodies. They just think they do, and above all FEEL like they do. That means you can do things that would maim them pretty quickly on Earth. But here in Inferno you can keep it up as long as you like, and it'll hurt them every bit as much."
"All right, show me. What did this guy do?"
Bayonetta grimaced, making her beauty spot move up and own. "Jeanne dear, you don't need to know what they've done except in a few special cases, when it's nice to let the punishment fit the crime. This is a run-of-the-mill evildoer. You see how the ropes from the living torture table are grabbing him and tying him naked and face down. We usually start on the back side."
"So to speak. So you start by whipping his ass with a few things?"
"Just to soften him up. There's a whole range of instruments to choose from on the rack, as you see. But I prefer to fashion my own."
Bayonetta's hair, which was presently forming her skin-tight black clothing, flowed upwards as it formed a solid-paddle-shaped extension in her hand. Since she had a finite amount of hair, this left her beautifully-shaped legs bare. Her legs didn't look muscular but could kick an enemy a distance of several city blocks. Their shapeliness was emphasized by her high heels, each of which had a gun strapped to it. Then she started on the bare buttocks in front of her.
"Wow, you're really whacking him hard. Do they usually yell this much? It could get annoying."
Bayonetta spoke disjointedly with the effort of paddling the unfortunate victim with all her strength - and loudly, to be heard above his screaming and begging. "You can (whack) conjure up a (whack) gag for him (whack) if you get (whack) sick of it. (whack) But (whack) I like to hear them."
"I see what you mean about their resilient fake bodies. He should be bruised and damaged by now, but all I see is a little redness. You could keep this up for hours."
"Yes, but for the sake of your lessons, we'll move on. Someone else can take over this bad boy."
The ropes on the torture table untied themselves. A huge tentacle reached down from some unseen part of Inferno and picked up the moaning victim. It whisked him off to some other part of Hell. Then it returned with a naked red-haired woman, young but with a well developed bosom and broad hips. The ropes grabbed her wrists and ankles, and secured her spread-eagled to the table.
Bayonetta rearranged the hair-based punishment instrument in her hands to form a large whip. The extra hair needed meant her pussy was now uncovered. Naked from the waist down, she strutted forward, completely unselfconscious. "Upright for this" she said, and the table rotated ninety degrees so the nude redhead was in a standing position.
"This wicked little nymph has already been well paddled, and needs a good flogging next. It's usual to start with her ass, but you can whip her from shoulders to ankles before you're through."
Jeanne admired the muscular movements of her friend's bare butt as Bayonetta began to whip the equally nude pair of cheeks immobilized in front of her. The victim's high-pitched screams and pleas for mercy were ignored, as thin welts formed on her bottom but disappeared almost immediately.
"Don't be scared to lash her as hard as you like. As you can see, she's in no danger of bleeding. And it's not possible to faint from shock here. Just get a nice steady rhythm going. Ignore her tears - she's got an infinite amount to shed over the next eternity. Okay, time to move elsewhere. I'll whip her back for a while. What's the matter, my red-haired beauty? Don't you appreciate me giving your bottom a rest? Oh, it hurts your back just as much?"
"It sure looks like fun, Bayonetta. Can I have a turn now? I don't use your hair tricks, I'll use this cat-o-nine tails."
"Sure thing! See how your multiple tails make her scream louder than my one. That's it, your aim is fine, you can afford to put more strength into it. Never mind the blubbering - this minx was very naughty in life, or she wouldn't be here. Now switch to her thighs. Oh yes, you're getting the loudest screams yet! Girls love it on the thighs. Especially if you open up her legs and whip the inner surface near her pussy. But we'll save that for lesson 3."
"If I get the distance just right, the tips of the lashes will curl into the inside of her nearest thigh, even in this position. Oh, listen to those howls, she really loves it!"
"You're a natural, Jeanne my darling. But it's time for some humiliation punishment. For that you swing her down horizontal again, with her head beyond the edge of the table." Still naked from the waist down, Bayonetta strode up near the victim's head and forced the redhead's face into her crotch. The helpless damned soul uttered a squeal of protest and disgust.
"Better start licking, darling" said Jeanne. "The longer you keep my dear Cereza amused, the longer the rest you get from being whipped." The redhead sobbed and obeyed.
"Mmmm" moaned Bayonetta with her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Of course, this is only suitable for straight women and gay men. Never do it with lesbians or straight men - they're not supposed to be enjoying themselves." The victim gave an occasional sob of humiliation as Bayonetta's excited fluids leaked into her mouth.
When Bayonetta finally orgasmed, there was a burst of magical energy - the Umbran Climax that witches also achieved in combat when performing an especially successful move. The brunette purred "Oooo, that was good. But our 'patient' here should endure some more slit-licking before she's through. Take over, dear. That's it, take those tight pants off. You really should wear panties, darling, they're good to stuff in a victim's mouth sometimes, once you've worn them for a while. "
The redhead groaned at having another pussy forced on her. But when Bayonetta looked closely at her through her spectacles and began pinching her nipples very hard, she stuck her tongue between Jeanne's lower lips and started licking. The blonde was harder to satisfy than her dark-haired teacher. "Come on, you stupid little bitch, find my clit. Or do you want me to whip yours until you do. That's better. Aaaah! Now keep going."
When Jeanne in turn had reached a superb Umbran Climax, the girl was taken away by the tentacle and a young man replaced her on the torture table. "Upside down" said Bayonetta, and the table obeyed so that the naked guy was inverted and facing out.
"Enough conventional punishment" said Bayonetta, "this is where you can use your powers, especially when you've been powered up by a Climax. Torture attack!" she shouted. An array of metal bars, each one glowing red hot at its tip, appeared in mid-air in front of the skilled Umbra Witch. One at a time they moved forward and burnt the damned soul somewhere on his nude body with a hiss, then retracted.
Jeanne covered her ears at the loudness of the screaming, and with a gesture she materialized a ball gag in the victim's mouth. The repeated yells became muted, as Jeanne and Bayonetta discussed the fine points of magical torture attacks. When used in combat they tended to be more terminal.
"You're avoiding his cock" said the blonde.
"That's for next lesson. As well as many other things I've cooked up over the years for bad boys specifically."
"I look forward to it" said Jeanne.
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