Victims of Geass R1

Author's Note: Thanks Leeslane. I have ideas for the third chapter of the .hack fic written down but I don't know when I'll continue with them.

"Damn you Shirley, I'll make you pay for this. I feel like I'm wearing dental floss." Villetta bent forward. Balancing her large silver platter, she set the last cup she had in front of her customer. "Here's your tea."

"Nice ass, Coach!" Some guy belted from across the room.

Villetta's eye twitched. "Thank you very much. Shirley picked it out for me."

She turned, discreetly picking the thong-ish string from her ass cheeks. Everything from the ensemble to the position of both ties of her white bikini bottom was all Shirley's idea. She could already sense the number of guys planning to get off to the idea of her bottom dropping to her ankles, if they didn't get a few good pictures of it really happening to her before she could change out of these ridiculous clothes. She strutted to the cafe kitchen on red high heels, returning her platter for cleaning.

"It's worth it to see Cornelia put in her place," she reminded herself. She announced to the purple-haired, blue one-piece-wearing coffee maker, "I have to go retrieve our very special guest for the big event."

"Oh boy," the girl said, "already? I can't wait to see her in person! I have so many questions."

"Don't be shy with what you want from our guest, she assured me she's devoted to pleasing all Britannians no matter the cost."

"Wow, you should be honored she chose you to be her guide while she's here," the girl cheerfully exclaimed.

"I am." She was honored, all right. Honored that Lelouch gave her this great opportunity to follow her heart's desires. They stirred inside her, dying to come out. The memory of where she last left her pet was enough to tide her over during her cafe serving wench duties, her heart pounding as she thought of the very last minute change to the schedule Milly added to Suzaku's welcoming party.

Her long, grey ponytail brushed against the top of her ass as she walked across campus. She ignored the eyes feasting upon her unveiled flesh, the boys and girls ogling her modest breasts, her eyes set on her ultimate destination. She grinned, hearing the defiant welps and barks of her pet playing the role demanded of her under threat of reputation. It no longer mattered if Lelouch got that juicy blackmail by fair or foul means; she had the woman right where she wanted her. Reaching the booth, she hid her delight from the attendants as she looked down at the display.

Princess Cornelia. One of the most feared and haughty princesses of the Empire looked up from the ground on all fours, her massive bust dangling, nipples hidden behind a pair of purple pasties. Only Villetta knew the truth about the 'wagging' tail coming out of Cornelia's like-colored panties, the butt plug pushed far into that most tightly-clenched cavity. The collar around her neck leashed to the nearby pole, fake dog ears peeking from the princess' mane of long prim hair.

Villetta knelt before the princess, wiping her mouth, peering down at the half-eaten meal next to her bowl of water.

"I need to take her Majesty to the big event," Villetta stated.

"The Ashford Academy Kennel Club completely understands," the brown-haired attendant said. "We're honored that the princess would show her interest in Ashford Academy at all, let alone grace our club with her own brand of advertising."

"Has her commitment helped?" Villetta unwrapped the leash from the pole, grasping it firmly in hand.

"Oh yes. We raised 200,000 yen with her here. It looks like the princess' portrayal opened a lot of minds to what real dogs are like."

"Good. Be sure to find a good seat. I promise the show will be one you don't want to miss." She glanced back down at her pet. "Let's go, Princess Cornelia."

A tiny jerk of the leash set her in motion. Hand and knee, hand and knee, the disgraced royal crawled under direction by her current keeper. The softest of tugs kept her on the path. A left past the Dress-Up Club. A right up the stairs. Straight ahead, a few honorary salutes to her Majesty unknowingly adding to the sting of her humiliation. They passed boys and girls alike, from the lowest freshmen to the highest-achieved seniors. Cornelia's nipples dragged against marble floor, their slowly growing points pulling the pasties' rims back to show her dark purple aureoles.

"This is insane!" Cornelia argued. "You're nobility now. You must understand what would happen if-"

"What did I tell you? You're not allowed to talk until we reach the theater. Until then, you are to speak in your native tongue. Or do you want me to release that little recording?"

Cornelia halted. Her eyes scanned from left to right at the surrounding students, saved from questions over this mystery recording by the near-whisper of Villetta's threat. Glaring up at the dark-skinned vixen, she growled and gave in. "Woof!"

"Good girl," Villetta rubbed the princess' head and spoke up. "It's so thoughtful of you to put on this display for the benefit of the students, Princess Cornelia. Many people think the royal family sees itself too highly, but we can all see your willingness to go above and beyond for a good cause. Just a little further, your Majesty, and we'll arrive at the main event."

"I'll make you pay for this disgrace," Cornelia thought. Murmurs of young Britannians followed her as she crawled. Their excitement pricked like a needle. A princess of the empire, known and respected throughout the world, treated like a common mutt for their young eyes. Her fake tail wagged fake delight to the student opening the backstage entrance, the bowing girl unaware of the thick phallus humming away inside Cornelia's sore hole.

"Thank the young lady, Princess," Villetta said.

Sneering at her master, Cornelia rose to her knees. She hovered, pausing to the will of her pride. A harsh jerk of the leash reminded her, of the real bitch controlling her, of her own good name at stake. Her tongue extended from her purple lips, lapping at the blonde girl's cheek. Once. Twice. Thrice. Foundation, part of the girl's makeup, wiped with each lick, a sudden stream of salty tears mixing with the slimy texture of dog food lingering on her royal tongue. Another tug from Villetta brought her back to all fours, peering at the red-faced, joyfully crying student.

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess!" the student said. "I'll remember this day for the rest of my life."

"I'm certain she will remember you very fondly, won't you Cornelia?" Villetta taunted.

"Woof!"

"See? Now if you'll excuse us, we must prepare for-"

"Princess Cornelia! Coach Villetta! Wait!"

"Oh?" Villetta turned toward Milly Ashford, the blonde sprinting in her red dress. "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all!" Milly cheerfully proclaimed. She caught her pink hat about to topple off her head and knelt in front of Cornelia. Dipping a hand into the cleavage line of her bust, she fished out the tiny brown bone-shaped treat. "I'm going to miss your special presentation because I have to oversee making the giant pizza, so I thought I'd stop by and give the princess a good luck treat."

"You're a sweet girl," Villetta nudged her pet, grinning. "Go on."

"Grr, as soon as we start your special little show..." Cornelia opened her mouth. The moment it dropped inside, she munched, the hard dog snack crunching between her teeth. She swallowed down its broken bits in a single gulp.

"Well, I better hurry or else they'll start without me. We got plenty of pictures of the princess today, be sure she gets them!" Milly rose, rushing off again. In a true moment of the girl's weird quirks, she raised her riding crap and shouted, "Release the hooounds!"

"I'll do just that, Milly," Villetta mused. "Shall we go backstage before another fan comes by to show their support?"

Cornelia snorted her rage and entered. As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, she spoke, "You're a sick, twisted woman Villetta."

"That's Baroness Villetta now," she led the princess toward the side-stage. "I expect you to put on a convincing front and tell the truth when asked questions... except for those dirty little secrets we both know you need to keep."

"Do I have any choice?" Cornelia spat.

"No, and that's how I want it. I can't wait to see you squirm in your seat."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm doing this because I-"

With the stage in sight, Villetta saw their final member waiting for them. Lights beamed down to show the many features of the woman's chosen style. Four pigtails stuck out from the sides of her head, two each side, a single long bang of her brown hair reaching down to her modest breasts. Her clothes were a sign of her homeland, the Chinese Federation. Beautiful as she was, the look of shock on the woman's face was utterly priceless.

"How was supporting the asian portion of the Culinary Club?" Villetta asked.

"What are you doing to Princess Cornelia?!" Xianglin shrieked.

"You mean this bitch? I'm keeping her on a tight leash, as I was instucted to do."

"I don't think this is what Zero intended." Zhou Xianglin grimaced. She recalled the orders given to her by the mysterious figure, wishing she had some room to act. Support Villetta Nu. Ensure Princess Cornelia doesn't escape. Lastly, return with the princess and Kallen Kozuki after Kallen meets with Zero. No deviation from the plan was permitted. She looked down at the unfortunate royal.

"This is all his fault," Cornelia growled.

"Don't you dare give him the credit," Villetta chided. "I put up with wearing this dental floss of a swimsuit to see you get what you deserve. I want you to remember the name Villetta Nu."

"Hmph. I'm sure it was very hard on you to show off your body after having sex with the school football team. Tell me, did any of the students catch wind of that smell you can't wash out of your hair? Or were they too busy looking at vile Villetta's ass to care how many dicks it took in this morning?"

Villetta smirked. Dropping beside the princess, her hand rummaged under the panty line and prodded around Cornelia's clenched sphincter. A rough yank of the butt plug brought a delicious groan out of the princess' mouth. Beholden by the small gape left in Cornelia's rump, Villetta flicked the butt plug's power off and tossed it aside. "Chlorine is a very effective cleaner for sperm scent. A lowly mongrel like you has no right to judge me, and in a few minutes-"

The school bell rang. Twelve o'clock. The throng of students waiting in theater seats fell silent, a prelude to the glorious event soon to come.

Villetta returned her gaze to Xianglin. "It's time to introduce Princess Cornelia to her adoring public."