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It was supposed to be a simple trip through Mementos. In and out in a few hours to train and capture some new Persona’s. That’s what Joker had told Morgana when he left Leblanc and when he had spoken those words they were the truth. That, of course, was before he had stumbled upon a new palace during his trip. This was peculiar for a few reasons, namely that palaces, while part of the cognitive world, were supposed to be separate from Mementos. There also needed to be a name and location that would be inserted into the MetaNav app to enter the palace, but Joker had neither and knew with certainty he hadn’t put any details into the MetaNav. Yet this palace was clearly right before him and clearly connected to Mementos, prompting Joker to investigate. He had told himself he was just going to scout out the entrance, but that soon became another retroactive lie as he ended up traveling deeper and deeper into the palace. Honestly he couldn’t help it. It had been years since the Phantom Thieves had taken down Shido and cleared a proper palace, and the nostalgic feeling dragged him in against his better judgement.
Upon entering the palace, Joker was struck by how it looked like a twisted version of a nun’s covenant. Or more precisely, it seemed like a cross between a nunnery and a BDSM dungeon. The palace itself was easy to get through. There were few Shadows inside, and the ones Joker did encounter weren’t overly strong, and though they weren’t exactly weak they were no match for the experienced Phantom Thief. All the Shadow’s Joker encountered seemed to take a nun-like appearance. At a few points Joker contemplated leaving and coming back with the rest of the Phantom Thieves, but the thrill of clearing a palace on his own was too great.
In the end it only took a few hours for Joker to make his way into the palace's treasure room. Normally this was where there’d be a confrontation with the palace’s ruler, but as Joker made his way towards the treasure, nothing happened. It was the latest unusual aspect he noted of an already unusual palace, and the list of unusual elements grew as he saw that the treasure had seemingly taken on a solid form already. That wasn’t supposed to happen until after the palace ruler was defeated, and usually it only gained a proper physical form once it was in the real world and not while it was still in the cognitive world. Yet clear as day the treasure was before him. The closer he got to it the more clear the treasure was, and when he finally reached it he could clearly see the form it had taken. Said form was that of a slick black latex bodysuit. For a moment Joker could only look at the shiny black outfit. He knew treasures could take many different forms, but he couldn’t recall any of them ever taking the form of clothing before, and especially not the form of something so kinky. Usually the Phantom Thieves had sold off the treasures they stole to finance further escapades, but Joker neither knew where he could reasonably sell this or where he could hide it if he couldn’t. As these thoughts went through his head he couldn’t help but look somewhat longingly at the bodysuit.
Before Joker was able to grab the bodysuit he heard the sound of a gun being fired. The young man narrowly dodged a bullet, which struck the ground right where he’d been standing. In response he pulled out his own gun, and his gaze quickly followed the trajectory of the bullet, landing on a woman he assumed to be the source. She was clad in a gray bodysuit, which had a frilly collar, a jagged pattern resembling thorns, sharp shoulder pads, and a cloak of what looked like hair over her chest which also had what seemed like a butterfly pattern worked in and appeared to cover some kind of golden watch fixed to her chest. There were diamond-shaped cutouts along the legs of the bodysuit, and she wore white gloves with frills at the wrists. On her feet were high heels that looked like they had blue handguns attached, which appeared identical to the blue handguns held in her hands and fixed on Joker. Her hair was black and short, triangular earrings hung from her ears, and the glasses she wore seemed to have a ribbon design around the lens. For a moment silence filled the room. Then, the woman broke it.
“Well, what do we have here?” she asked, Joker recognizing her accent as British, though otherwise nothing about the woman was familiar. She didn’t look like any Persona user he’d ever encountered, and she clearly wasn’t the Shadow of the palace ruler, and yet here she was standing in a palace within the Cognitive World. Was she the palace ruler? It wasn’t unheard of for a palace ruler to be able to enter their own palace. Futaba had done that, and the Phantom Thieves had tricked Sae into doing so as well. Neither Joker nor the mysterious woman made any moves, both closely watching the other. Mulling over his options, and taking into consideration how abnormal everything about this palace was, it was clear to Joker that retreating and then getting the rest of the Phantom Thieves was his best option. Now all he needed was an opening, but the woman was watching him like a hawk.
“It’s rude not to answer questions,” the woman said as she kept her gaze, and her guns, locked onto Joker. The young man was fairly certain if he made any move she’d fire upon him, which made things difficult but not impossible. Deciding to act, Joker opened his mouth as if to answer, watching as the woman's concentration was broken for a split second. Taking advantage of this, Joker fired his gun. It missed the woman's head by a few inches, but that was the intention. The woman moved away from the bullet quickly, unnaturally quickly in fact, but it bought Joker enough time to reach up and grip his mask with his other hand.
“ARSENE!” Joker yelled as he tore off his mask. Blue flames covered his face where the mask had been as suddenly a demonic figure manifested behind Joker. The figure was clad in a very tall top hat, a long-horned mask, a cropped red eighteenth century-esque suit worn open with the collar popped, stitched heart designs on the shoulders, a white ruffle tie, a black, tailed corset running down its torso; large, black, feathery wings starting at around the small of its back; claws; red coverings on its legs resembling pants and boots with blade-like heels. The figure promptly began to throw fire towards the woman, forcing her to dodge. Joker didn’t stick around to watch this, instead turning and beginning to run through the palace. He didn’t make any effort to hide from the Shadows, instead running past them and jumping over them in an effort to get away from the woman. All he needed to do was get out of the palace and he’d be able to exit the Cognitive World. Even if the woman followed him both of them would be powerless. While he didn’t dare look back, he could hear the woman following behind him, though it did sound less like a person behind him and more like some wild cat. Arsene had dissipated once Joker put enough distance between himself and the woman, and he couldn’t use Arsene again without stopping, leaving Joker with the option of either continuing to run or standing to fight, and without any back-up, Joker chose the former.
‘Almost there,’ Joker thought to himself as he neared the palace’s entrance. He was positive the woman was gaining on him, but he didn’t dare look back, especially when he was so close. Instead as he ran he reached into his coat pocket, taking out his phone and quickly opening the MetaNav app. The very instant that he crossed the threshold and was outside of the palace Joker activated the app, causing his vision to distort as he was transported out of the Cognitive World and back into reality. His Phantom Thief outfit, a black ankle-length tailcoat, a high-necked dark gray waistcoat with gold buttons, cinched black pants, brown-black winklepickers boots with tall heels and red gloves as well as a white, birdlike domino mask with black designs around the eyes reminiscent of full eyeliner and sharp lashes, disappeared as he re-entered reality and was replaced by a more casual ensemble. Now clad in an open white button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves over a black short-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans and brown plain-toe derbies, Joker adjusted the glasses that replaced his Phantom Thief mask and glanced around. From a quick look it didn’t appear as though the woman had followed him, which was a relief. That said, he had no intention of sticking around. It was entirely possible the woman would opt to follow him rather than simply letting him go, and if she did that she’d most likely be emerging in the exact same spot he did, and Joker did not want to be around if and/or when that happened, even if both of them were powerless outside the Metaverse.
At first Joker didn’t really pay any attention to his surroundings. Instead he kept his head down as he walked, doing his best to appear inconspicuous. However, as he made his way down the street, his attention was eventually drawn to those around him.
“This isn’t normal,” Joker said to himself as he gazed at the other figures walking up and down the street. They clearly weren’t Shadows, at least not any kind Joker had ever seen, but they clearly weren’t humans. They were humanoid blurry shapes that just seemed to be moving along without noticing Joker. Nothing he could do could get the shape's attention, making it all the more confusing for Joker. Whipping out his phone, he saw that the MetaNav app clearly displayed that he had left the palace and the Cognitive World, so why weren’t things normal?
“Feeling a bit confused?”
Joker whipped around to see the woman from the palace behind him. Concerningly, her outfit hadn’t changed, and she still had her four blue guns with her. Joker had hoped her outfit was just an effect of the Cognitive World, but instead it seemed to be how she normally dressed.
‘This is bad,’ he thought to himself as he considered his options; which were ultimately just to stay and fight without the ability to use any of his Persona’s or any of his weapons, or turn and flee. Unfortunately, the latter was the only reasonable option on the table for Joker. Before he could turn and bolt away from the woman, suddenly in the blink of an eye she was standing right in front of him.
“Thinking of running away?” the woman asked, a coy smile on her face as she grabbed Joker’s wrist. Her grip was tight, and now that she was right in front of him, Joker could see how tall she was as he was forced to crane his neck upwards to look at her face. Her gaze narrowed as she looked down at him, as if she was studying him.
“Who are you?” Joker asked as he tried to break out of her grip, only to cease after three tries in which he found he couldn’t make her grip budge in the slightest.
“I should be asking the same of you,” the woman said. “Then again, it’s hard not to recognize the leader of the Phantom Thieves~” there was amusement clear in her voice, but also a level of hostility that made Joker feel a chill. “You know it’s very rude to invade others' privacy, even if you just stumble upon it.” Joker said nothing in reply, but now it was apparent the woman knew who he was, knew where they had been, and was not happy that Joker had entered her palace with the intent of stealing her heart.
“You know, you’re actually rather cute,” the woman said, which made Joker’s eyes widen slightly with surprise.
“Umm… thank you?” he replied. Now he really wasn’t sure where this was going. Though the longer he looked at the woman the more he noted similarities in their appearances. Someone walking by might easily have mistaken them for mother and son. Hell she looked more likely to be his mother than his actual mother did.
“It’s decided then,” the woman announced as she released her grip on Joker. The young man took a step back, rubbing his wrist where she’d been gripping it, but didn’t make any effort to run. Curiosity was overwhelming him at this moment. “I am not just going to punish you…”
“... I’m going to adopt you.”
“... what?” was the sum total of reply Joker could manage as he looked upon the woman with confusion. That was most certainly not how he expected this to go. ‘Okay… she’s crazy. Very attractive, but very crazy,’ he thought to himself as he prepared to book it and get as far away from the woman as he could. He had no idea how she had practically teleported or if he stood any real chance of getting away, but he had to try. He had to get away and get the other Phantom Thieves.
Before Joker had a chance to run, a magic sigil appeared on the ground underneath him. The split second it took for him to notice it was a split second too long, as suddenly strands of long black hair erupted from the ground and began to wrap themselves around Joker. His legs were forced together and his arms forcibly sent to his sides, with the hair pinning them in place. He couldn’t even croak out any sort of verbal response before his head was wrapped, mummifying him totally in the black strands and cutting him off from the world. Just before his head was totally wrapped though, the mysterious woman finally answered Joker’s initial question.
“Oh, and my name is Bayonetta, but from now on you can call me mummy~”
Joker had no idea how long he was wrapped up for. He couldn’t see or hear, leaving him totally cut off from the outside world. He didn’t even know if he was still in that strange world Bayonetta had captured him in, if he had been brought back to the Cognitive World, or if he had been taken to the real world. When he finally was released from his mummification he found no clear answer as he glanced around his surroundings. It looked like he was in a sex dungeon, the walls lined with bondage gear of every shape and size, and there was an equal chance he was back in Bayonetta’s palace or that this was some spot she had in the real world.
“Where am I?” Joker questioned as he struggled to regain his bearings. He glanced around the room, trying to find any possible way out of here and also trying to find Bayonetta. If he couldn’t see her, then his odds of being able to get out of here increased tenfold, but if he did see her then well he was screwed. Unfortunately, his gaze soon found Bayonetta. She was smirking at him, and seeing her confirmed Joker’s fear that there was no escaping from this. In the time Joker had spent mummified, Bayonetta had seen fit to change up her outfit. While at first glance it might not appear terribly different from what she had been wearing before, the outfit was now much tighter (which Joker didn’t think was possible) and had a rubber-esque shine. In fact, the longer Joker looked at it the more it became clear that the outfit WAS rubber. The only two notable differences about the outfit was that Bayonetta’s heels, with the pistols slotted into place on the back, had been replaced with thigh-high rubber boots, and a gray rubber hood encased most of her head, with just her face left uncovered.
“Like what you see?” Bayonetta asked, a smirk on her face as she began to approach Joker, her hips swaying as she made her way towards the young man. She didn’t answer Joker’s question, which Joker made note of. Most of Joker’s attention wasn’t on Bayonetta’s refusal to answer his question though. Instead, the young man was focused on her body. Now, he’d seen women in latex before (and he had managed to remain professional around Ann) but despite the current circumstance he struggled to turn his gaze away from Bayonetta, something the older woman noticed and clearly relished. “Naughty boy, looking at his mummy like that~”
“You’re not my mother,” Joker promptly replied, taking a hesitant step back away from Bayonetta, who continued to look at Joker with an amused expression.
“We’ll change your mind soon enough,” she responded as she took another step forwards and activated Witch Time. Suddenly the entire world around her slowed while she remained able to move freely. With a smirk on her face Bayonetta acted quickly. Joker’s clothes were quickly stripped off and tossed towards the other side of the room, with the young man soon naked in front of Bayonetta. The only thing Bayonetta didn’t remove were Joker’s glasses, as she felt the resemblance between the two disappeared without them. Stripping alone wasn’t all Bayonetta intended for Joker though as she grabbed him and moved him across the room towards a leather chair with straps on the arm rests and the legs. Forcing Joker to sit in it, Bayonetta pulled the straps tight around his wrists and ankles, trapping him in bondage he had no chance of escaping. Her work done, she took a step back, admiring what she’d done for a few seconds before Witch Time deactivated and the flow of time returned to normal.
It took a few seconds for Joker’s mind to catch up to what had happened in Witch Time. His eyes went wide and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face as he first realized that he was naked. His immediate response was to try and cover himself, and it was in attempting this that he realized not only was he naked, but he was bound to a chair. A mixture of pure panic and sheer confusion came over his face as he looked at Bayonetta, who merely smiled back at him. Joker had seen many strange things throughout his life, but this was something entirely new. He struggled against the leather straps binding him to the chair, trying desperately to break free of them, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Struggle all you want, you won’t be getting away from me~” Bayonetta cooed as she stepped forwards, running a rubber-covered hand along Joker’s face. Joker averted his gaze, but otherwise he made no attempt to pull away from Bayonetta’s touch. “Now, I think some changes are in order,” she said as she pulled her hand away. “I can’t have my daughter looking like this.”
Joker could just barely hide the fact that Bayonetta’s touch and the feeling of latex against his skin felt nice. He silently thanked god that his cock hadn’t started to harden. For a few seconds it crossed his mind that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad. Then he heard Bayonetta refer to him as her daughter and all that fear came rushing back, with his eyes going wide again as he resumed his struggles. This reaction only prompted Bayonetta to laugh. “How cute, you really do think you can get away,” she said. “But don’t worry, soon mummy’s going to take all those thoughts of escape away, and she’ll replace them with nice new ones about how horny you are for her~”
“You’re insane!” Joker exclaimed.
“No, I’m just a witch,” Bayonetta said as she made her way away from Joker and towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. Joker kept his gaze on her, continuing his struggles as he wondered what kind of torture device she might retrieve to use on him. The longer Bayonetta stood searching through the cabinet the more Joker’s anxiety grew. To his surprise though, she did not return carrying some obscenely large and menacing sex toy. Instead, she returned holding a lollipop. A pink heart-shaped lollipop to be precise. It looked completely normal, which was actually more unnerving for Joker than if she had come back with a sex toy.
“I knew I had one of these already made, just in case I found a cutie needing correction,” Bayonetta said as she took a seat on Joker’s lap, her rubber-encased form pressing against Joker’s naked body. It felt good and it probably would have felt even better if it were under more willing circumstances. “Now open up for mummy~” As Bayonetta moved to push the lollipop into his mouth Joker clenched his jaw shut, not willing to follow his captors instructions. That ultimately meant nothing though as a split second later Joker found the lollipop was already in his mouth, with Bayonetta smirking at him. Joker quickly realized that the witch had manipulated time again, but he was helpless to do anything about it as she began to force him to suck on the lollipop, spinning it around in his mouth. She’d also teasingly start pulling it out only to thrust it back in.
Without realizing it, as Bayonetta forced him to suck on the lollipop, Joker found his struggles growing weaker, and weaker, and weaker until they ceased entirely. The lollipop tasted good. Really good in fact. So good that Joker couldn’t help but moan as he felt his troubles starting to just melt away. He gazed up at Bayonetta, focusing on her face. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did need correction, correction that was dealt out by the firm but loving hand of his mummy. As if sensing the changes happening in his mind, Bayonetta pressed herself against Joker more, smiling as he began to eagerly suck on the lollipop. He was so caught up in sucking on it that he didn’t seem to notice his body changing. His general figure was becoming more, but not completely, feminine. His ass was becoming larger, torso curvier, and arms and legs slimmer. What made Bayonetta really smile was his cock growing hard and pressing against her rubber-covered crotch.
“My my, somebody’s getting horny for their mummy~” Bayonetta cooed as she lifted herself up slightly. Joker looked up at her with an embarrassed blush as her bodysuit began to magically change, a slit forming along her crotch. Slowly she began lowering herself down, allowing Joker to penetrate her. “You’d better enjoy this, since this might be the last time you ever get to penetrate anything,” she said with a grin as she began to rapidly bounce on Joker’s cock. The young man moaned loudly as he began sucking on the lollipop more intensely, a lustful haze clear in his eyes. Bayonetta herself moaned as she rode Joker, enjoying what would be the only time Joker ever penetrated her as well as the last time his cock would be hard for a very long time. Eventually Bayonetta pulled the lollipop, now reduced to just the stick, out of Joker’s mouth and pressed her lips against his, beginning a passionate kiss with the young man. He struggled against his restraints again, not trying to escape this time, but in the hopes of embracing Bayonetta. Her response was to wrap her arms around Joker, pressing herself against him and riding him even faster than before.
Joker, for his part, was now completely out of it. A lustful haze had totally clouded his mind. Any thoughts of resisting were gone, and now he only wanted pleasure, and only if it came from his new mummy. The young man was so out of it that he didn’t even realize he was about to cum until it happened, giving no time to warn his new mummy. Bayonetta, however, knew it was coming. She did break the kiss with a surprised expression on her face, but it promptly turned into a grin as she lowered herself down one last time, her pussy clenching to milk as much of the young man’s juices as possible. Joker’s moans were like music to her ears, and it was only when she was sure Joker had nothing left to offer her that she finally slid her way off of his cock, allowing it to go soft as she sat on his lap.
“So, how did it feel to cum inside of mummy?” Bayonetta asked with a grin. “It must have felt very good, didn’t it?”
“Yes mummy~” Joker panted out, looking up at Bayonetta with absolute adoration, a far cry from how he was looking at her moments ago. It was amazing what a simple magical lollipop could do.
“Would you like mummy to make you feel even better?” Bayonetta asked, leaning in to whisper the words directly into Joker’s ear. Pulling back, she saw his eyes go wide with excitement as he eagerly nodded. Her grin widened as she made her way off of Joker’s lap, leaving him bound to the chair to watch as she began retrieving items. A moment later she returned with a black latex bodysuit and a metallic chastity cage. “Before anything else, I can’t have my daughter walking around with a constant hard on, can I?” she asked as she knelt in front of Joker and began to fit the cage over his cock. She was eyeballing it without any proper measurements, but she was confident that the cage was a size too small for Joker’s cock and would hug it so tightly that he’d never forgot for so much as a single second that it was there. Glancing up for a split second she did see a look of discomfort on Joker’s face, but he said nothing, letting her lock the cage into place without any resistance. There probably was a key for it somewhere, but Bayonetta neither knew where it was or cared enough to go and search for it. “There, all locked up nice and tight~” Bayonetta said, leaning in and planting a tender kiss on the tip of the cage. Her lipstick left a mark where her lips had been, and with the cage locked on she could focus on the main outfit.
Standing back up and looking down at Joker, Bayonetta held up his new outfit for him to see. It looked like a black latex biker suit, with sharp angular shoulders and vertical red stripes running down the suit, with two thick red stripes running from the shoulders down the torso as well down the arms. The area around the crotch was also cut out, meaning Joker’s caged cock would be on constant display. The most notable part of the outfit was the pair of fake breasts in the chest of the suit. They weren’t quite as large as Bayonetta’s but still very noticeable. It wasn’t the entire outfit, but it was the core of it. It was very much “inspired” (or rather blatantly copied) from one of Jeanne’s outfits that Bayonetta had always been fond of, with just the colors inverted and the fake breasts added. Bayonetta was sure Jeanne wouldn’t mind, especially once she saw how good it looked on her new “niece”. Of course, before that could happen she needed to get Joker into it.
“Do you like it?” Bayonetta asked. Joker’s answer ultimately didn’t matter to her, he was going in the suit regardless, but this was a chance for some mother-daughter bonding time.
“It looks beautiful mummy,” Joker said, clearly mesmerized by the shiny outfit. It prompted the first non-sadistic smile from Bayonetta so far. Activating Witch Time again, Bayonetta undid the straps binding Joker to the chair, opting to use her time manipulation ability to try and speed things along from Joker’s perspective. Not to mention it was fun to watch him react to the sudden changes that occurred once she deactivated Witch Time. “I’m glad you like it,” as she spoke Bayonetta beckoned for Joker to rise from the chair. He promptly obeyed, seemingly becoming aware for the first time of the changes that had happened to his body as he stood. He looked down in awe at his more feminine figure, prompting Bayonetta’s smile to widen.
Wordlessly Bayonetta handed the suit over to Joker, leaving it to him to get it on. She certainly wouldn’t have minded doing it herself, but she didn’t see any harm in letting Joker be a little self-sufficient. She smiled as she watched Joker hold the suit for a moment, looking at it in awe, before beginning to dress himself, starting by sliding his legs into it. The latex felt good against Joker’s skin, better than he ever could have imagined, and he had imagined it a great deal, especially around Panther, but he had never acted on it. Now that he was under Bayonetta’s control though latex would be central to his life.
Once Joker has the latex suit on, Bayonetta spent a moment both admiring his now rubber-covered form and smoothing out the bodysuit. Of course as she was smoothing it out she made sure to grope him as much as she could, playing with the fake rubber breasts and fondling his balls. “So beautiful,” Bayonetta cooed, her comment making Joker beam. “But we’re not done quite yet~”
The next items were a pair of red thigh-high high heeled boots. Like the main bodysuit, they were nearly identical to a pair Jeanne had worn before. While Joker had needed a few minutes to work his way into the latex suit, getting the boots on was much easier. After the boots came a pair of red latex bondage mittens. These stripped away Joker’s ability to use his hands, and the young man didn’t seem bothered by this in the slightest. In fact he offered his hands up in an almost ceremonial fashion for Bayonetta to slide the mittens on, and Bayonetta couldn’t help but note that his expression was becoming more lustful with each item she added.
“And now, for the final piece,” Bayonetta said as she produced a black open-faced latex hood, identical to the one she was wearing. “Kneel,” she commanded, and Joker immediately dropped down to his knees, looking up at Bayonetta with a look of awe and devotion as she slid the hood over his head, completing the transformation. Now Joker truly looked the part of Bayonetta’s daughter, matching the Umbra Witch’s rubbery appearance, and that meant it was time for Bayonetta to begin to truly break the young man in. After all, what good was all the effort that went into dressing him up if she didn’t play with him?
“Lick them,” Bayonetta commanded, pointing a finger towards her boots. Joker didn’t hesitate to obey the command. He bent over, bringing his face to Bayonetta’s already shiny boots and began dragging his tongue from the tip to the heel again and again, leaving a trail of shiny spit in its wake. He repeated the action again and again, slowly but surely coating Bayonetta’s boot in a layer of drool. He licked every inch of the boot, with Bayonetta even lifting her foot to allow him to get the underside. When he finished the first boot he immediately moved on to the next. By the time he was finished of both he was left panting as he gazed up at Bayonetta, awaiting praise, a new command, or whatever else his new mummy had in mind.
“Good girl,” Bayonetta cooed as she looked down at her boots. She was actually impressed that Joker genuinely got them spotless. “I believe a reward is in order. Get up on your feet,” she said as she stepped away from Joker, walking over to one of the cabinets and retrieving from it a spreader bar, a leather armbinder, and some chains. “Spread your legs,” she ordered as she returned to Joker, crouching down to lock the cuffs of spreader bar around Joker’s ankles, forcing him to keep his legs spread. Next was the armbinder, which slid over Joker’s arms with ease, pinning them behind his back. Once she had the armbinder as tightly strapped as possible and was sure it was totally secured she attached one end of the chain to a ring at the tip of the restraint. The other end of the chain was then attached to the ceiling, with just a bit of slack. “Alright now, bend over for mummy~” Bayonetta said, prompting Joker to do just that, bending over until the chain went taunt, leaving him in a strapado position.
“You look so deliciously helpless here~” Bayonetta said with a smile as she began to walk in a circle around Joker. “Bound in place, no way of getting away. But you would never want to get away from mummy, would you?”
“No,” Joker replied. “I want to stay with you. I want to worship you. I want to repay you for being so kind to me.” Joker’s words were a stark contrast with the reality of the situation, that he’d been abducted and forcibly and permanently feminized. It was a testament to how strong the Umbra Witch’s magic was that just one lollipop (made from a potion) could change Joker so completely and utterly in both body and mind.
“Good girl, that’s exactly what I want to hear~” Bayonetta cooed, reaching down and lovingly trailing her fingers across Joker’s face. “Now, would you like to suck on mummy’s cock?” She didn’t wait for Joker to give any sort of answer before retrieving a large black strap-on, the size of which was easily twice that of Joker’s own cock. The proper thing to do would have been to go at this slowly and give Joker a chance to adjust considering this was Joker’s first time taking anything down his throat, something Bayonetta could simply tell without having to ask. Bayonetta did not do that. Instead, the instant Joker’s mouth opened ever so slightly she rammed the dildo down his throat, forcing him to take the entire length faster than he could possibly react.
The feminized young man coughed and sputtered, drool freely flowing down his chin as Bayonetta placed both hands on his head and began thrusting her hips back and forth. Bayonetta just grinned as she went to town on Joker. It was best he get used to this now, as this would be a daily phenomenon, and she wasn’t just thinking of the throat-fucking. No, all of this, the latex, the bondage, the torment, would all be the sum total of Joker’s life going forwards. Bayonetta was going to play with Joker until she broke him, and then play with him some more. Though now that she thought of it, it would be a sin to keep Joker away from his fellow Phantom Thieves and keep them in the dark on what happened to their leader.
Who knows, maybe they’d even end up joining him…