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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
Lesson 2 - Tortures for Boys

Anal, BDSM, CBT, F/M, torture, strap-on, S&M
Bayonetta and Jeanne met again at one of the torture tables in Inferno. Jeanne was scheduled for three lessons before beginning to take a regular shift as a duty torturer. "You promised to show me specific punishments for males today, Cereza" said Jeanne.
"Yes, darling. Obviously most techniques revolve around the genitals, but strap-on penetration is also a staple, especially with a certain kind of evildoer."
A huge tentacle reached down carrying a naked and gagged man in its grip and deposited him on the torture table. Its ropes snaked around his forearms, shins and waist, forcing him into a kneeling position, hands on the table. The table's legs shrank so that its top was only about two feet high.
"This bad boy was a drink-spiker and date-rapist in his life. Obviously that calls for some serious cock torture, but also plenty of ass-rape among other things." Bayonetta's hair clothing began to undulate and flow downwards. A black phallic shape was formed in front of her pubis, but with this much of her hair needed, she was now topless.
The prisoner's ass was at the perfect height for her to ram the phallus hard into his anus. It wasn't an easy fit. He screamed into the gag, and continued making stifled sounds of pain and outrage as Bayonetta began thrusting back and forth. "Rapists just hate to be raped" said the dark-haired witch. "Even guys who didn't rape but used to brag about how many girl's they've 'nailed' seem to find their own penetration to be the ultimate degradation."
"He doesn't look a happy camper at all" laughed Jeanne. She slapped the victim's face, saying "Cheer up! It's only sex. Why make a fuss about it? I bet you used to say that all the time."
The man tried to protest, but his words were unintelligible. Bayonetta worked him harder and harder, her bare breasts bouncing and wobbling as she enthusiastically ground her hips. Sadly for him, the victim didn't even get to see this sight, since obviously he was facing the other way.
"Wouldn't you rather use one of the strap-ons on the rack?" asked her blonde pupil. "You're getting your hair all dirty."
"It always needs a good wash after a torture session" replied Bayonetta. "But I'll make him start the cleaning process. Watch." She moved around the table to the damned soul's face, and with a snap of her fingers converted his gag to the hollow metal-frame kind that holds the mouth open. She inserted the black hair phallus between his helpless lips and teeth.
Jeanne taunted the victim, saying. "That's it, suck it clean for your Mistress. How dare you make her beautiful hair dirty!"
Bayonetta said "Of course, there's no chance of disease down here. But I can't vouch for the taste." Stifled attempts at words came from the man, between chokes as she thrust the cock down his throat. "Don't talk with your mouth full!" she chided him.
"I'll punish him for that" said Jeanne, and donned a particularly long strap-on from the supplies nearby. "Let's see how far up you I can go, my sweet boy." The damned victim found himself 'spit-roasted' with an artificial cock at each end, which gave Bayonetta an idea. The torture table converted itself into a rotisserie, with the man tied to it rotating as the two phalluses literally 'screwed' him.
After plenty of laughter at this, the Umbra Witches pulled out, and Bayonetta's hair flowed back to her clothing mode, covering her boobs. Even with her near his head, the victim had been too distressed to see anything that pleased him. "Okay Jeanne, time to show you some techniques in dick torture."
The tied naked man began making frantic gagged sounds, but as it turned out, he was spared for the moment. A loud disembodied bass voice shouted from above them in a language rarely heard on Earth, and the delivery tentacle whisked the man away.
"Special order" said Bayonetta. "They want me to give priority to a particular prisoner. He must have pissed the Infernal Powers off really badly."
"Does that happen often?" asked Jeanne.
"No, but when it does, you'd better make sure you hurt the guy as much as you can, because They will be watching."
The tentacle brought them the new victim, naked and gagged like the last one. Bayonetta was shocked to recognize his face! "Hey, I know this guy" she shouted upwards. "It's Luka. He's an okay guy, and more to the point, he's still alive! What's he doing here?"
The booming voice spoke the infernal language again, but the gist of it was that Luka had bodily entered the gates of Hell at Fimbulventr. This was not allowed, and he'd been caught. He would not be kept in Hell permanently, provided he was severely punished. Bayonetta protested, but the voice shouted even louder, saying if she didn't make a 100% effort to torture Luka for his presumption, he would never be released.
Jeanne spoke softly to the gagged Luka, now tied face up on the table. "Sorry, handsome, but there's nothing Bayonetta can do. She'll have to do this for real, or you'll spend eternity having someone much worse take 'care' of you."
Bayonetta took a hold of Luka's penis. "And the punishment will have to be done _here_ to be satisfactory, especially as I have to teach Jeanne what can be done to it. Sorry, but it's going to really hurt. But then they'll let you out of here." Jeanne stepped closer and stared curiously as Bayonetta began her lecture.
"The first thing to note is that with uncircumcised guys like Luka here, you have to slide back the foreskin and expose the tip. The glans is the most sensitive, both to pleasure and pain, so it must be showing when you begin the punishments. Besides, it would be unfair on the 'cut' guys whose tip is always exposed, if the torments hurt them more." She grinned and winked. "It would be anti-Semitic, for one thing."
Luka felt Bayonetta's hand with it's long polished fingernails pulling back the skin on his cock, exposing the tip for god-knows what tortures. He was sweating with fear, but the ropes and gag were tight and firm.
Those same hands then performed magical passes, and a green plant sprang from the ground. The witch's clothing adjusted to form thick black gloves, and with them she plucked some of its leaves.
"Oww, I can see the stinging fibres all over those" said Jeanne.
"Yes, it's a particularly vicious species of nettle" replied Bayonetta. She brushed the bunch over Luka's cock lengthwise. There was a second's pause, and then he began to thrash about within his bonds. Stubbornly, he resisted making any sound.
"Dear boy" said his tormentor, "you should let the pain out, don't be proud. You will by the time I've finished. I know it's horrible, but at least, for you, it's temporary. And now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tickle the tip."
The nettles tickled what the English would call his 'knob-end'. The bucking and straining grew more frantic. "Poor Luka! That venom would stay under your skin for hours if we let it. But that would distract you from the other treats we have in store. So now, you can have the antidote. Jeanne?"
The blonde held out her palm and a jar of white cream appeared on it. She coated her fingers in it and began to rub it into Luka's tool. He mentally cursed, realizing that at any other time this would be a very pleasurable experience. But right now it only brought him the pleasure that is the cessation of pain.
"Now we'll have to wash that stuff off him" said Bayonetta. "Upright!" she commanded, and the table rotated to bring Luka into a standing position. She conjured up a bowl of steaming water and dipped his cock in it.
Luka began groaning and struggling. "For shame, Bayonetta!" said Jeanne mockingly, "You've made his bath too hot."
"It's not boiling" said the brunette, "but I guess it would hurt somewhat. But now he's nice and clean for what comes next. Ever seen a herring-bone? Pass me that packet of needles."
One by one, as Jeanne watched keenly, Bayonetta passed the syringe needles through the skin on the top side of Luka's cock, all down its length, until his dick indeed looked like a herring bone. Luka's moans and struggles indicated that he wasn't appreciating the process at all. "No sense of aesthetics" said Jeanne as she plucked the needles out roughly.
"For the last phase" said Bayonetta, "we use simple discipline on his favorite toy." From her hair she formed a thin supple switch in her right hand. "To aim properly, we need him to be stiff. So let's give him a treat."
Her hair flowed up to her head and backwards, so that except for the switch it formed a long pony-tail. She was now quite naked. Amused, Jeanne began to strip off her tight yellow PVC garments. Luka was confronted with two gorgeous female bodies, at least one of which he had fantasized about for a long time. But aware that the next torture would start when he had an erection, he tried not to react, tried to think about something else.
"He's resisting our charms, Cereza" said the naked blonde. "That's an insult that deserves punishment in itself."
"Let's turn up the heat then" said her friend. She drew Jeanne closer and began a passionate kiss. Perfect breasts, two with pink nipples and two a little darker, rubbed against each other. Luka couldn't take his eyes away.
"Aren't Bayonetta's boobies beautiful?" asked Jeanne, and she began to fondle and lift them. "Almost as good as Jeanne's ass" said Bayonetta as she turned the blonde in the appropriate direction and gave her butt a few little slaps that made the cheeks bounce.
Luka's willpower gave out. His cock rose into a raging boner. "Good, now we can start" said Bayonetta, and the naked women closed on him.
The dark-haired Umbra Witch raised the black switch and brought it down across the erect shaft. There was a muffled yell behind the gag, and another and another as the switch rose and fell. "That's it, let it all out, that's a good boy. It'll be over soon. But get ready."
Bayonetta again slid back the foreskin from the tip of his cock, and Luka new what was coming. His beautiful nude torturer aimed carefully and brought the switch down on the glans, hard. Luka made the loudest sound it was possible to make through the gag. His eyes watered.
"I know, I know" said Bayonetta soothingly. "It hurts your poor plaything. You won't be playing with it much for a while." Then in contrast with the softness of her voice, she gave him another vicious swipe with the switch, bringing her arm right back over her head and swinging her shoulders with the blow, to give it maximum force. Again the muffled scream was surprisingly audible.
"All right, Jeanne, you're supposed to be learning. Take over." Jeanne selected a switch from the instrument rack. As she punished the victim's cock, her bare breasts bouncing from the effort of swinging the switch, Bayonetta stood close, whispering softly in Luka's ear. Her words were of sympathy and comfort, but they did nothing to stop the yelling and whimpering behind the gag. Especially when, as she had been taught, Jeanne gave the tip of the target a taste of the stinging supple instrument.
"Is that enough?" shouted Bayonetta after a while, at nobody in particular. The ropes securing Luka untied themselves and he faded from view, teleported back to Earth.
"Well" said Jeanne. "I guess that leaves one lesson left. The one about punishments specifically for the female body."
"Yes" said Bayonetta "and there's no reason not to proceed with the lesson straight away."
Suddenly, the ropes from the torture table reached out and grabbed the still-naked blonde. "Hey!" shouted Jeanne. "What are you doing?"

Next chapter: Tortures for Girls.
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