Three days later...

You're hanging from the wall as usual when it happens. You hear the clanging of metal, a scream, and the sound of the vent and a nearby woman falling from the ceiling. At first you simply stare, your mind having gone blank from despair and boredom, but as Bayonetta stands up to approach the woman, you notice her dick swing to and fro, and you're reminded of the fate that will soon befall you. Your heart sinks as the woman raises her head and reveals herself to be Kim, the woman who talked to you in the library, the day after your first performance. Panic sets in as she is photographed, cornered and detained, and you start furiously wriggling in your bindings again, trying one last time to get free.

You're unable to break free. As Kim is being given the introduction, you let out a scream of frustration.

"Let me go, you stupid bitch!"

Bayonetta pauses and turns her head to you. Kim turns to look at you too, but has a deeply worried expression on her face.

"...Never mind then!" Bayonetta states. "Since May is so willing to get out of her chains, I'll just give you the example now!"

Your face goes pale. Bayonetta grabs you by the neck and undoes your restraints.

"No! Get off of me you freak! Don't you dare!"

She grabs your wrist and drags you to the center of the room. Despite your arms being incredibly sore from hanging for three days, you try your hardest to pull away. However, just like before, escaping her was no use. She pins you to the ground with one hand and begins to stroke her cock.

"Nnff!" Bayonetta exhales. "Watch... And learn, honey! This is what happens to... Ugh! ...Bitches like you!"

Bayonetta picks you up and tosses you on top of her rock-hard shaft. Your legs and arms fall to the sides, and with her hand, Bayonetta presses you to the twitching member below you. With her right hand, she fondles your ass, and with the other, she pushes down on the back of your head. She rubs your body up and down her shaft a few times. Your breasts are pulled up and down, and your vagina and lips grind up against her shaft.

With a facefull of dick, you try beating on Bayonetta with your fists and feet, but you only bring her more pleasure. Bayonetta moans, lifts you up by the back of your head, pulls her dick towards her, and slams you face first into her urethra.

Immediately you're hit with the smell of semen and the feeling of precum sticking to your face. The head of Bayonetta's penis sticks to you like a suction cup. It's like a powerful vaccum made out of soft, warm raw meat. You could muster all your strength and release yourself from it, but Bayonetta's hand keeps your face in place as you're shoved further in.

"Get... Your hands OFF of me!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, your demands only come out as muffled screams. Your head becomes completely engulfed by the cock. You feel intense pressure from all directions, the inner walls of the cock squishing your cheeks and shoving your bangs in your face. You feel Bayonetta's hand release your head and grab your legs by their ankles. She lifts your body up and slowly lets you slide into her shaft. Unable to remove your head from the suction of her dick, your shoulders are enveloped by the warm, fleshy tunnel and your arms are pinned to your sides. Your breasts follow, slipping in with a wet, slimy pop.

As you wriggle around in Bayonetta's slippery shaft, gravity working against you, you hear the muffled cries of Kim, begging Bayonetta to stop. Bayonetta simply laughs and releases your legs. As your ass reaches the entrance, you feel a hand spank you. You let out a muffled yelp, and your butt slips inside.

You uselessly flail your legs as your thighs slip inside, even faster than before, now that your thicker areas are out of the way. You bend your knees and try to hook yourself onto the edge of the cock, but there's no traction. You calves simply slip, and then get slurped.

Now, you can only feel the cool air on your feet. For a moment, you can feel Bayonetta toy with your toes, pulling on them and wiggling them before they too are sucked into the warm sticky dick tunnel.

And there you lay, your nude body slathered in pre, arms pinned at your side, barely able to breathe. No way to go but down, simply sliding along down the shaft headfirst, waiting to be digested...