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Bayonetta would be the first to admit she wasn’t particularly accustomed to losing. As the last of the Umbra Witches, she was an exceptionally powerful combatant capable of tearing through armies of Paradiso’s strongest angels with contemptuous ease. She’d killed no less than two gods, and she’d once literally traveled to Inferno and back to save her best friend Jeanne’s soul from the demon who claimed it. To suggest that there was a challenge she couldn’t rise to beat would be taken as a grave insult.
Granted, her ego had taken a bit of a hit ever since she was invited to the legendary interdimensional tournament known as Super Smash Bros. She’d shown up expecting to enjoy a long, uninterrupted winning streak, only to learn the hard way that the competition included two goddesses who could give Jubileus a run for her money, more than a few legendary heroes who had slain gods and demons alike, a turtle dragon who considered being thrown into the sun a mild annoyance, and… well, the less said about Kirby, the better.
Once she’d gotten over her initial overconfidence, however, she’d quickly found her groove and started racking up an impressive win-loss record. It wasn’t the complete and total domination she’d expected - and to be honest, she wasn’t sure her pride would ever recover from getting her ass kicked by a dog with a fishing rod - but it was enough that she could feel confident in calling herself one of the strongest fighters in the multiverse.
But right now, as she stood on the precipice of complete and utter defeat, she had to face the facts: she might have finally bitten off more than she could chew. Even with a goddess as her ally - and that was something she’d never expected to say in her life - the skill difference between herself and her opponents was simply too vast for her to overcome.
She and Palutena had thrown everything they had at their adversaries, all to no avail. They’d tapped into their full power, pushing the boundaries of what this pocket dimension could handle without collapsing, and unleashed strikes that left smoking craters in the ground. Yet no matter what they tried, their attacks were effortlessly parried, and their defenses were hopelessly ineffectual.
And as much as it infuriated Bayonetta to admit, the only reason they’d lasted this long was because their foes had given them a massive handicap.
Panting for air on her hands and knees, Bayonetta weakly turned her head toward the green-haired goddess beside her. “How… the hell… are they… doing this?!” she demanded.
“Well… to be fair…” Palutena panted, wiping the sweat out of her eyes. “They’ve got… a lot more… experience… at this… than us…”
“I know… that!” “ Bayonetta scowled, catching her breath. “That’s why they gave us the bloody handicap in the first place! What I want to know is how they’re literally beating us with their hands tied behind their backs!”
“Hrr yhh fihnnshd?” a teasing feminine voice called from across the court. “Ih’f sthll yhrr trnn tuh shrrff!”
Bayonetta clenched her fist so tightly around her racket handle that she nearly reduced it to splinters. Climbing wearily back to her feet, she glared spitefully at the two women responsible for her current humiliation: Princess Peach and her longtime friend, Princess Daisy.
Not for the first time, Bayonetta cursed herself for agreeing to this stupid bet. A doubles tennis match had sounded like a fun way to kill some time between tournaments, and the suggested prize - one day where the winners would be free to do whatever they wanted with the losers - had been too tempting to pass up. Bayonetta wasn’t going to let herself miss an opportunity to have two adorable trussed-up princesses as her playthings for a full 24 hours, even if she had to share them with Palutena.
Of course, there were a few slight differences between normal tennis and the game they were playing - and not just the usual differences that sprung up whenever someone from the Mushroom Kingdom got involved in a new sport.
For one, since none of them had thought to bring appropriate tennis gear along with them to Smash, they’d decided to improvise and play the match in their swimsuits. Never one to be ashamed of her sexuality, Bayonetta had jumped at the chance to show off in a rather skimpy black bikini, while Palutena had gone with a slightly more restrained white bikini with red lining. Compared to the much more concealing one-piece swimsuits Peach and Daisy wore (each in the same color as their usual dresses), they definitely had the edge when it came to fashion.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t a contest of beauty, but of skill - and Peach and Daisy had the clear advantage there. Both of them had been playing tennis for years, whereas neither Palutena nor Bayonetta had so much as touched a racket in their lives. That was where the other difference came in: as a handicap, the princesses would have to spend the entire set bound and gagged.
As the less athletic of the two, Peach’s bindings were relatively light. Her wrists and elbows had been locked behind her back with padded leather cuffs, forcing her to hold her racket behind her back, and her dainty pink panties had been balled up and stuffed into her mouth, sealed in place with several long, broad strips of waterproof black tape. Though her ankles remained free, a pair of cuffs around her knees made it harder for her to move around quickly - at least, they should have in theory. In practice, she had minimal difficulty running around the court and spinning herself around quickly enough to return the ball with her bound arms.
Daisy, on the other hand, had been bound much more strictly - in fact, she’d insisted on it, wanting to show up Peach by playing under an even bigger handicap. Her arms were bound with white silk rope in the tightest reverse prayer tie Bayonetta could manage, and her legs were tied together in a criss-crossing shibari tie, forcing her to hop around in order to move. Since she couldn’t exactly hold a racket in her current state (especially since her fists had been wrapped in the same electrical tape used to silence Peach), a length of rope had been used to tie the racket handle between her teeth as a makeshift bit gag.
And yet somehow, Palutena and Bayonetta weren’t merely losing to Peach and Daisy - they were getting absolutely, unequivocally annihilated. It was already the final game of the match, the score was 40-love, and they hadn’t managed to score even a single point against the princesses.
“Fuck that,” Bayonetta thought. She knew pulling a come-from-behind victory was little more than a pipe dream at this point, but she refused to simply lay down and accept it! Even if she couldn’t win, there was no way in hell she was going to let this end without scoring at least once!
Once again, her gaze slid over to Palutena. The goddess’s eyes met hers, and a silent look of steely determination passed between them. There was no need for either of them to say a word - they knew exactly what the other was thinking.
The end of the match was fast approaching, but at the very least, they were going to go down swinging.
With a fierce cry, Bayonetta threw the tennis ball straight up into the air above her - followed immediately by her racket. Several dozen yards above her, the hand of Madama Butterfly reached out from a portal and grabbed the racket out of the air, gripping the handle between two fingertips. As the tennis ball fell back toward earth, Inferno’s most powerful demon lashed out with all of its might, sending it rocketing toward the startled princesses with speed faster than any normal human could process.
Of course, the princesses weren’t normal humans by any stretch of the imagination. They were born and raised in the Mushroom Kingdom, a world where heavy explosives were considered a standard part of any sport worth playing. The ball had barely traveled half the distance toward them before Daisy leapt into the air and bounced off Peach’s shoulders, letting her friend boost her even higher into the air to meet the oncoming projectile.
As Daisy brought the racket around to reflect the ball, Bayonetta’s ruby-red lips curled up into a victorious smirk. They’d seen Daisy use this shot earlier in the match, and Palutena had already perfectly predicted its trajectory and moved to intercept it. Last time, they’d underestimated the sheer power behind the technique, and the ball had simply powderized Palutena’s racket when she tried to hit it.
This time, however, Palutena had imbued her racket with a Reflect spell, protecting it from projectile damage with a shimmering magical shield. With this, she could reflect Daisy’s shot right back across the court with equal force - and with Daisy still in midair and out of position, even Peach would be hard-pressed to block it on her own.
Daisy’s racket impacted the ball with a resounding crack, and Palutena raised her own racket into a blocking position…
...only for the ball to hit the ground five yards in front of her, make two shallow bounces, and slowly roll to a stop.
In an instant, Bayonetta’s smug expression turned to one of absolute horror. “No! You can’t be serious! After all those power shots, why would she pick now of all times for-”
“A drop shot? I’ve got to admit, I didn’t see that one coming,” Palutena said, sounding genuinely impressed. “I guess I’ve still got a lot to learn about this game…”
With the game officially over, the ropes, tape, and cuffs binding Peach and Daisy fell away from their bodies, releasing them from their bondage. Their restraints had been enchanted to immediately release them if they won - a precaution in case their opponents decided to be sore losers and leave them bound.
“Hey, don’t feel too bad!” Daisy said cheerfully, letting the racket drop from between her lips and catching it in her hand before it hit the ground. “You were definitely getting the hang of it by the end. If I hadn’t seen that spell on your racket at the last second, that shot would’ve gone right over Peach’s head!”
“And I didn’t expect you to use that demon of yours to serve the ball,” Peach praised Bayonetta. “You still need some practice, but you definitely have potential!”
“Please, spare me the pleasantries,” Bayonetta grumbled, still disgruntled at her humiliating defeat. Unconsciously, her gaze drifted toward the trunk full of bondage supplies sitting off to the side of the court. All four girls had chipped in to fill the massive trunk with their personal supplies of restraints, gags, and toys for the winners to use on the losers, and Bayonetta was not looking forward to being on the receiving end of some of the accessories she’d contributed.
Peach tried to put on a facade of being offended, but the mischievous glint in her eye made her true feelings all too clear. “Oh, my! You really shouldn’t be such a sore loser, you know. Especially when the winner has such a prime opportunity to punish you for it…”
Bayonetta clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do as Daisy dragged the heavy trunk over to begin binding the two girls. Her pride as an Umbra Witch (battered as it may have been) wouldn’t allow her to renege on the bet - and even if she was willing to stoop that low, the girls had agreed that Rosalina would be in charge of resolving any disputes about the losers’ penalty.
She instinctively shivered - and not just because Peach had just taken an extra-tight leather monoglove out of the box and seemed to be eyeing her intently. A few months ago, Bayonetta had talked Rosalina into fighting her at full strength, without the normal power restrictions of the Smash tournaments in place. The fight had lasted for all of a quarter-second, and it was only upon watching the replay afterward that she realized she’d been hit over the head with an entire planet. Suffice to say, she was in no hurry to repeat that little encounter.
With no other option available to her, Bayonetta sighed and allowed Peach to truss her up with her own bondage supplies. Sure enough, the monoglove quickly found its way onto her arms, pinning them tightly together behind her back and forcing her to stick her chest out even further than usual. A pair of thigh-high leather ballet boots was next, both bearing heels that made her normal footwear look reasonable and connected by a short hobble chain at the ankles. A pair of heavily-weighted silver clamps were clipped painfully onto her nipples over her bikini, and a thick posture collar forced her to keep her head held high despite her shame. As a final humiliation, a thick rubber dildo gag was crammed into her mouth, poking deep into the back of her throat.
“Here’s a little bit of friendly advice for you: if you’re going to make a bet like this, don’t offer any equipment you wouldn’t want to have used on you if you lose,” Peach said teasingly. “I know I didn’t - and judging by the smile on her face, I don’t think Palutena did either!”
Indeed, the goddess of light seemed to be having the time of her life as Daisy tightened the ropes around her body. Her arms were folded behind her back in the same kind of reverse prayer tie Daisy had worn, right down to the electrical tape wrapped around her fists. In addition, her upper body was wrapped in an intricate rope harness that tightly squeezed her bikini-clad breasts and criss-crossed her stomach, stretching down toward a knotted crotch rope that dug enticing into her bikini bottom. Her legs were folded and bound into a strict frogtie beneath her, with a metal spreader bar between her knees keeping her from closing them. A leather harness with a padded blindfold and green ball gag was strapped around her head, and if the way her cheeks were bulging was any indication, her mouth had been packed with at least two pairs of socks underneath it.
In hindsight, Bayonetta couldn’t help wondering whether Palutena had actually been playing to win, or if getting tied up like this had been her goal all along. That was the peril of a dominant making a bet with a trio of switches - she was the only one who wasn’t going to enjoy herself if she lost.
“You know, Peach, out of all the tennis trophies I’ve ever won, I think this might be my new favorite!” Daisy joked, eliciting a gagged moan from Palutena as she tugged teasingly at her crotch rope.
“I think I’ll be getting a lot of mileage out of mine as well,” Peach giggled, her hands closing around Bayonetta’s clamped tits from behind and giving them a few gentle squeezes. “It’s a shame we’ll have to let them go at the end of the week…”
“Wait, the week? What does she mean, the-” Suddenly, Bayonetta’s blood turned ice-cold. She’d been so concerned with her crushing loss that she’d completely forgotten the final term of the bet! It had seemed like such an unlikely condition at the time - after all, what were the odds that the match would be a complete shut-out?
“Looks like you just remembered,” Peach purred in Bayonetta’s ear as she moaned in frustration. “Since we played a perfect match, that one-day time limit we agreed on gets extended to a full week! And I’ve already got so many ideas about how to keep you entertained right up until that deadline runs out…”
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