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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 3 - Tortures for Girls

Anal, BDSM, F/F, fingering, spanking, S&M, strap-on, torture
In the previous episode:

"Well" said Jeanne. "I guess that leaves one more lesson. 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?"

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Bayonetta purred. "Jeanne darling, what better way to learn what works than to experience all the possibilities. You'll always know exactly how much you're hurting your 'patients'."
Jeanne cursed and struggled as she was secured nude and face up by the living ropes of the Infernal torture table. "Let me go! This isn't fair! Bayonetta, I'll get you for this!"
"Oh but it IS fair!" said the dark Umbra Witch. "It's nice to have you as a friend, my dear, but I remember the fights we used to have. You did some pretty painful moves on me in the old days that I've always wanted to get you back for. Also, the Infernal Powers are still not happy about your escape from Hell last year, and want to see a bit of extra punishment coming your way."
"My escape?" yelled Jeanne. "But YOU....". The sentence was cut off as Bayonetta conjured a ball-gag to go in the blonde's mouth. She didn't want any loud mention of the fact that she had rescued Jeanne from this very part of Inferno. So far, there had been no comeback on her except for the demons she had had to fight along the way.
"Let's start with one of a girl's most sensitive areas. The inner thighs." The table's ropes lifted Jeanne's ankles upwards and apart. Bayonetta used her flowing black hair to form a small flogger in her hand, like a miniature cat-o-nine-tails. Jeanne squealed and protested behind her gag.
The smooth white skin either side of the blonde's pink pussy lips looked so inviting. Bayonetta began whipping the left thigh, starting near the knee and working slowly towards the crotch. Jeanne began a continuous muffled screaming and vainly struggled to move out of the firing line.
"You see how effective such a simple thing is for a girl? You'll find it's a great starter for all the bad women that will be given to you for punishment in the future." She switched to Jeanne's right inner thigh, again working towards the center. The blonde's bare and vulnerable labia were slightly opened by the splayed position of her legs.
But Bayonetta stopped short of whipping her friend's pussy - for now. She brushed her fingers over it, making Jeanne jump within her bonds. "You dread the flogger falling here, don't you? And it seems like it might happen any time. But you should build up anticipation in your charges." Bayonetta lashed each inner thigh once, then teased her victim's pussy lips, occasionally poking a long-fingernailed digit inside. Jeanne's muffled angry growls and screams didn't stop the brunette from alternating between whipping and molesting her for some time.
"Now for a change of target. Those lovely boobs that are admired by every man who sees them - and not a few women too." Bayonetta began slapping her victim's bare and helpless tits in various directions, watching the pink nipples wobble about. Then she took a firm grip of each teat between finger and thumb, and pinched very hard. There was a loud moaning behind the gag, that increased in volume as the dark-haired torturer dug her fingernails into the two sensitive buds, and then twisted them.
"That's what can be done without even using any instruments. But this is Hell. You'll have to do much worse to the bad girls handed to you for treatment." Bayonetta re-formed the flogger and began to lash the twin globes on the torture table. Jeanne's reactions varied in loudness depending on whether each lash fell on a nipple or not.
"And then there's these." Bayonetta peered through her glasses at a set of pincers and pliers on a rack nearby. She selected a vicious-looking pair and moved towards a brazier, glowing red beside the rack. "Hmmm, hot or cold?" she asked rhetorically.
Jeanne's frantic sounds behind the ball-gag had a note of pleading. "Okay, for friendship's sake, I'll skip the 'red hot' part. But YOU musn't be so merciful if you're given some evil bitch to punish in the course of your duties."
The cold metal closed around each of the pink nipples in turn and squeezed. Bayonetta clucked her tongue and shushed her victim as the screaming reached a maximum volume. "I hope you're learning, Jeanne darling. That's what we're here for, after all."
Next, Bayonetta leaned over Jeanne, and her hair clothing flowed away downwards uncovering her own beautiful boobs. Jeanne looked at them angrily, and the brunette asked "Wishing you could get me back, and torture THESE tits?" Jeanne nodded her head vigorously.
But when Bayonetta stepped back, Jeanne could see what her tormentor's dark magical hair had formed. Phallic shapes in front of the brunette's hips - not one but two. A larger one above, a smaller one below. Jeanne's lovely legs were still splayed open and upwards. Bayonetta moved her closer to the edge of the table, and her legs and butt were raised a little higher to bring her anus into clear view.
"D.P. You hear those letters a lot in our trade. What do you suppose they stand for?" Jeanne knew the answer very well, but Bayonetta teased her as she moved into position. "Damsel's Pleasure, perhaps? Dominant Person? Devil's Penis?"
The phallic shapes were perfectly designed and shaped to enter both of Jeanne's orifices simultaneously - with the tightest possible fit. She moaned in outrage. Then Bayonetta began thrusting very hard. "Remember this is a punishment, my dear. You can't be too gentle." The moans became screams as the blonde was reamed mercilessly.
There was a flash of light, and a black man with a long coat and a cigar materialized. "Rodin!" said Bayonetta happily. "Glad to see you!"
Jeanne was not. She shook her head violently at the humiliation of being seen in this state by someone she knew - naked, legs up, and being Double Penetrated.
"Don't mind me, carry on with your work" said Rodin. He knelt so that his face was close to Jeanne's. "I see you're learnin' some hard lessons. But chill out, babe. Once you've graduated you'll be on the other end of the punishment instruments. And besides, I have some news that will make the rest of the session easier for you." He whispered something in Jeanne's ear, and the volume of her protests grew quieter.
Bayonetta withdrew the double-dildo and her hair clothing re-formed. She looked at the pussy she had finished penetrating, contemplating what to do with it. A range of discipline instruments was available and she decided to make a change from using her hair. She selected a narrow leather strap.
"Well, time for me to be getting along" said Rodin. "Have fun pussy-spanking! You too, doll, and remember what I said" he added to Jeanne. Then with a flash he was gone.
Jeanne wasn't having fun at all, as Bayonetta whacked her sensitive pussy lips with the strap. But it was worse when her dark-haired 'friend' switched to a riding crop. The leather loop at the end could be wielded with great accuracy. Bayonetta moved the blonde's legs further apart to reveal her pink inner lips and punish them a while. Not satisfied, she popped Jeanne's clit and obtained the loudest gagged protests yet as the crop came down with pinpoint aim.
"Such a fuss you're making!" admonished Bayonetta. "And I haven't even started with the whip yet." But just then, she was interrupted. A sepulchral voice boomed all around them. What it said, in the language of Inferno, was simply "It's Time!"
The ropes released Jeanne and her gag disappeared. They reached forward and grabbed Bayonetta, who protested angrily. "Oh yes" said Jeanne, "this is what Rodin told me about. The Infernal Powers have decided that you too must be punished for my escape last year, since you organized it. So it's your turn."
Bayonetta's hair was drawn up into a long braid, leaving her nude on the torture table. "I won't take your glasses off" said Jeanne happily. "I want you to SEE everything I'm doing to you." She began a recap of all the things Bayonetta had 'taught' her that day.
"What was it you said to start with? Whipping the inner thighs? Well you can't say I didn't listen. How does it feel?" Bayonetta, who remained ungagged, cursed and vowed further vengeance as the lashes fell on the sensitive skin near her pussy.
"Nipple torture, check! Oh yes, you dug your fingernails in like THIS didn't you... Now the strap-on. As I remember, you fucked me very hard in both places!" Bayonetta continued to yell curses as she was reamed, but she refused to beg for mercy.
"Legs further apart" ordered Jeanne, and the animated ropes complied. "Now what was that you said about the whip? You didn't quite get around to that, did you? Well I'll show you how I've surpassed my lessons."
Jeanne used the multi-tail whip on the brunette's vulva as hard as she could. "Clitty exposed, check!" She obtained plenty of screaming, but still no begging. "You're a hard nut to crack" she said. But then an idea occurred to her. Bayonetta's dominant personality would probably hate humiliation more than pain. Jeanne shouted "Resentment!".
A huge angular creature appeared. "You remember the Swindler of Progress, don't you, dear Cereza? You fought him during my rescue. Do you remember what his special power is?"
The demon gestured, and Bayonetta's body began to shrink, and her breasts receded. As had happened during the fight, she became a little dark-haired girl. The ropes released her, but Jeanne picked her up with a firm grip around her waist. The diminutive brunette squealed and struggled.
Jeanne sat down and put little Bayonetta over her knee. She began spanking her bare butt with her open palm. Bayonetta found that it hurt much more than it should. The polymorph had given her a child's sensitivity. But above all, this was highly embarrassing. She squeaked and yelled as the slaps came down.
Many demons and another Umbra Witch or two came to see the unusual show. In this form, Bayonetta couldn't prevent herself bursting into tears in front of this tough audience. She was absolutely mortified, and finally begged to be released. She apologized for all of Jeanne's tortures, but the blonde said "Thanks, baby Cereza. But Mama's going to spank your little behind for a long time yet..."
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