Victims of Geass R1

"Ladies aaaaaand gentlemen, introducing her Highness Princess Cornelia li Britannia, second princess of the Britannian Empire!"

Applause erupted from the student body, whistles and high-pitched wails noting the sheer numbers witness to the grand event. Spotlight flicked on, beaming upon seats soon to be occupied by the three women.

Villetta looked down at her pet. "Do you hear that, Cornelia? We mustn't keep them waiting. Forward, my loyal bitch!"

Cornelia sneered at Villetta. "A little further..." She marched, shuffling hands and knees into the limelight of the stage. The students, good Britannians, cried out their favor for their princess even as she crawled through her light-induced daze under her keeper's direction. A blink of the spots from her sight, and she stopped to look at Villetta. Smiling, waving, the dark-skinned baroness rubbed in her ownership of a royal like some trophy-winning bitch from a dog show. The subtle click of Villetta's red high heels played under the Britannian cheer. She made it to her seat, that offensive little stage prop taken out of storage just for her sake.

"Up, Princess!" Villetta commanded. The royal took her seat. Such a precious vision. The princess, second to Guinevere su Britannia, bounded onto the throne of gold paint, red cloth and rhinestone. "There's no better place for a fake princess than a fake throne." She leaned toward the princess, her bosom drooping in its top as she whispered, "I just had a real wicked thought. When we begin, I want you to..."

Cornelia glared her contempt at Villetta for this new demand and watched, as the woman strutted her hardly-covered ass to the seat at her left. Xianglin passed in front of her, settling in at the right, simpler chair. Her breasts lightly sagged their natural weight, each pasty losing its stick to her skin under the hot stage lights. With her leash resting against the side of her throne, she beckoned her audience to silence. Her mouth opened, the excitement of each student to hear Cornelia's first words apparent on their faces as she said,

"Woof!" She pretended to clear her throat, damning Villetta for this ruse. "Sorry, I became very fond of my role at the Kennel Club booth and I'm having some difficulty adjusting to my current role. Welcome to my special event to support the Kennel Club and honor Suzaku Kururugi's return to Ashford Academy."

More applause, the greeting she so often took for granted now twisted into a jab at her pride unknown to her audience. She waited for a lull in their praise and continued, "I have chosen Villetta Nu as my master and guide during my time at Ashford Academy. She will explain the nature of this event."

"I'm honored to be your master, Princess Cornelia." Villetta savored the ring of those words as she said them. "For today's special event, the Princess will answer ANY requests by the students. That's right, every question and fantasy you've ever had for the princess can be sent by calling the number on your programs."

"Now's my chance!" Spotting an opening, Cornelia added, "Why should we limit the students to questions and requests for me?"

"Princess?"

Cornelia smiled, sly, as her plan to get out of this debacle came to fruition. "This is a rare opportunity for these young girls and boys to get everything they want from women of experience. It would be poor form for me not to extend an invitation to join me... 'master'."

"Damn it!" Villetta cursed Cornelia's wit. Trapped. No Britannian could deny a member of the royal family when they made such a personal plea. In that instant, the student body became silent enforcers of the unspoken rule, witnesses to the call of duty demanded of her. She could use her dirt on the princess as a bargaining chip out of this, but then... "To hell with it, any chance to see Princess Cornelia humiliated is worth my reputation." "I accept, Princess Cornelia."

"What?! Is she insane?" Cornelia hid her shock behind a simple, approving nod. "Know that I would never ask anything of my people that I wouldn't do myself."

"Why not ask Xianglin to participate as well?"

"This isn't a time to make jokes," Xianglin said.

"It's not very often that the students get to meet a military aide from the Chinese Federation. Consider it a chance to bring some outside culture to the event. You wouldn't want to make your country look uncooperative to the future leaders of Britannia." Villetta schemed, "I can at least drag one of Lelouch's allies into it with me."

Xianglin turned her head aside. "Fine, but don't expect me to reveal classified information. I'm an officer first and a woman second."

"I think we can understand putting career before sex, right Princess?" Villetta teased, earning Cornelia's scorn. She looked back at the students. "The Drama Club has given permission to use their prop chest for the event. To protect the identities of any students who come on stage, we've placed bags under your seats for you to wear. Now then, let's begin!"

Villetta looked down at her prompter, built into the stage floor for the drama club's plays. The larger screens above stage left and stage right flitted on with the first question, black text and white background. She puzzled as she read it aloud. " 'I have heard that Ashford Academy is making the world's biggest pizza. Where can I find it?' " She peered across the audience. "Who asked this question?"

The girl rose from middle of the left-most row, her green hair flowing under the bag's bottom edges and over her shoulders. Her yellow eyes looked out through the bag's eyeholes. "I wish to try the giant pizza. I was here last time and it was ruined."

"Umm..." Villetta pointed to the back doors of the audience chamber. "Outside, down the hall, take your first left and wait near the giant robot. You can't miss it."

"Thank you," The girl bowed and shuffled past students, bursting through the doors.

"She looked familiar..." Villetta muttered under her breath. "On to the next request. Princess?"

Cornelia read, " 'How did you feel about Princess Euphemia's massacre of the Elevens last year?' ... Euphemia would never have slaughtered civilians. For the past year, I've been searching for a way to redeem her name from the horrific act orchestrated by Zero. She deserved so much more in life for her kindness."

"I suppose it's my turn?" Xianglin said. " 'You work for Xingke, right? What can you tell us about him? He's so manly, I want to put your answer on a fansite I'm making!' I don't blame you. He's the best man I've ever met. I might secretly join your fansite, I can't count how many times I've played with myself while imagining what he would be like in bed if he didn't have his fatal illness holding him back."

Xianglin clapped a hand over her mouth, her green eyes wide as her train of thought caught up to the words she said. "Why did I say that?!"

"Why did the truth serum start working so soon? Now I'll never get any dirt on Lelouch I can use to get out of his blackmail." "If that's all, Xianglin..." Villetta said. After the Chinese woman nodded her consent, she read her newest question. " 'Can you give all the students a perfect grade for your classes?!' Oh for the love of... no, you have to earn your grades. There are plenty of other requests you can have. Remember, anything you send is anonymous, nobody can punish you for vulgar and offensive content."

Cornelia's gaze jumped from Villetta back to her prompter, staring at the odd request inspired by the madwoman's entreaty to the masses. She read the amused smirk on the dark-skinned baroness' lips. It wasn't merely the threat of blackmail that made her heart burn with outrage, but the very training Villetta received for her service to the empire. Truth was demanded; and truth, she had to give.

Reluctantly, she raised her right arm, exposing the unshaved purple hair of her pit. The stage screens flicked over to a camera view and zoomed in on her actions. Every long strand kinked out wild, opposite of the well-kept locks on her head. Her neck craned. Burying her face into the tuft, she sharply inhaled her aroma of sweat and reeled back. Nose crinkled, she hardly noticed her pasties slip from perspiration and drop into her lap, the twin peaks of her mountainous bosom raging as she answered the question posed to her.

"I wouldn't recommend smelling my armpits," Cornelia said matter-of-factly. "I've been operating out of the public eye for some time since I was injured during my duties as Viceroy of Area Eleven last year. I haven't had a reason to shave or apply deodorant in months."

Continuing onward, Xianglin read hers.

"What kind of perverts do you have in this school?" Xianglin objected, arms crossed and furrowed brows twitching. "As if I would tell these little boys and girls about my sex life. Are they really that thrilled about masturbating to how I spend my nights alone in bed with a vibrator running inside me? Trust me, you don't want to see what I look like when I'm scrolling through pictures of Xingke on my laptop and wiping away my nosebleeds."

"That was a lot more personal than we expected from your rant," Villetta said. "It sounded like you want the students to know you're available."

"I..." Xianglin flushed. "You did something to me, filthy Britannian. I'm not that kind of woman."

"Sure you aren't." On to the next one. " 'Coach Villetta, I heard you had nasty group sex with the football team this morning. Is it true? If it is, has anyone noticed your cock breath?' " She feigned a disgusted sigh as she lied through her banana-and-cum stained teeth. "I said anything, I'm obligated to answer. No, I didn't become a teacher to take advantage of young boys. If I did, any proof could get me fired and the students would be expelled from the Academy."

"Liar." Cornelia took her next request. "Princess Cornelia, we can see your nipples. Can you show us what kind of nipple play would make you beg for sex?"

Scowling at her 'master', Cornelia groped a hand to each mamm and began kneading the underside in demonstration. "Never underestimate the rest of the breast area. I was blessed with very large ones. I would start by massaging from the bottom and slowly creep toward the nipple." A breathy exhale escaped as her body relaxed. She rolled her head once over her shoulders. "It's very important to tease me by rubbing around my aureoles and pulling away. As a princess, I'm used to getting what I want. It would be more exciting to have sex with someone who denies me until I take charge."

Her fingers approached the very purple rims she spoke of and ran circles on their edges. Every pass sent a twinge across the rest of her flesh, the forming hardness of her nipples pressing into her like the clamps of a vice. Then, to the witness of all of Ashford Academy's students, she raised a single long fingernail before an outspoken tip and flicked. "Ooh! Then you... weaken me by playing with my nipples. Be rough. Making them sore and red drives me wild."

With one final twist to her nubs, Cornelia dropped her hands into her lap. "They never said when to stop. If they're going to give Villetta what she wants, I'm going to make them pay any way I can." She smiled, ending her show to the dismayed groans of her onlookers. "And that concludes my lesson on how to make me beg for sex."

"Great, it's my turn now huh? I bet I get some freak who wants to see me look pathetic by fingering myself over Xingke for their amusement." Xianglin griped. " 'I would like to sit on Xianglin's lap for a few minutes.' That was... unexpected. Come to the stage."

Suddenly, the request made perfect sense when she saw the body of the girl who made it. Simple black panties hugged the bountiful curves of her rump. Her loose black tanktop showed a hint of her underboob. The curve of her straps from her shoulders and under her armpits brought a view of their outer sides. Chesty for such a young girl. A chest that, despite how little they knew of each other, Xianglin would recognize anywhere. The white bag over the girl's head hid her red hair and bandana as she walked down the aisle, moved up the stage steps and plopped into her seat upon Xianglin.

The Chinese military aide whispered, "Have you found Zero, Kallen? We could use the fire alarm to escape if you're done."

Kallen quietly answered, "Not yet. I need a better disguise to go after him in crowds. Do you have any-"

"Where's your school uniform?" Villetta asked.

"It's too hot for uniforms. I'm sweating bullets just sitting here." She waved her hand over her bust. It wasn't like she exaggerated, either; the proof showed on her drenched clothes, dripping into her moist cleavage. "I thought you said we wouldn't be punished for what we do here?"

"Not as a student, no..." The vindictive tone in Villetta's voice said more than her words, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips as she looked at the prompter and back to the mystery student. "...but it looks like someone wants to see you join in our fun."

"Huh?" Kallen checked Xianglin's. Her eyes shot open as she shrieked. "WHAT?! I can't... no! There's no way I'm going to do that."

"We can't force you to do anything," Villetta said. "But when you came on stage, you agreed to join the festivities. If you refuse, you'll need to take off the mask." "It may be a little cruel to change the rules in the middle of the event, but any follower of Zero's deserves it almost as much as Cornelia. Almost."

"How did I end up in this mess? If I don't do it, someone will stop me and I'll be captured by the Empire. Damn it." Kallen hung her head. The request: 'Take off Xianglin's pants and eat her out. She sounds like she needs it BAD.' She thought of her options. All one of them. If she bolted for the door, she'd be stopped and exposed for who she was. Worse, she might compromise Lelouch's return as Zero. Defeated, she slunk down between Xianglin's spread legs and brought her hands at the waistband of the woman's pants.

"Hey! I don't want a woman's tongue inside me. I like men." Xianglin protested.

Villetta said, "You agreed to it when you agreed to take Cornelia's offer. Sit back and enjoy it."

"Just... go along with it. This is the only way to keep them from finding out why we're here." Kallen pulled the puffed pants down to Xianglin's high-heeled boots. Diving under the green crotch flap of Xianglin's garb, Kallen raised her bag to her nose. Brown hair, thick and full, greeted the half-Britannian. Her mouth latched around the full, meaty pussy lips of the Chinese aide. Her tongue snaked into its depths. Lashing once from side to side, she paused and mumbled into Xianglin's groin as a hand ground her face into the wet folds.

"Mmm..." Xianglin moaned. Instinct brought her legs around Kallen's head, pinning the girl to her task. The initial struggle to escape caused Kallen's sweaty rear to sway and flex, her panties climbing ever deeper into her ass cleavage. Sliding one of her hands under the narrow dress cut showing her chest flesh, she wormed to one small breast and groped as her right hand twirled her single long brown bang of hair. "Oh this is divine. I know I said I only like men, but after a tongue this good, I think I might be a little bi."

"She can't be serious!" She slurped, trading quick tiny jabs with long, smooth laps at the outer labia.

"While those two go at it, let's take a few more," Villetta said. The prompter shifted to the next randomized suggestion. She scowled her rage. "WHAT?!"

Cornelia stood, sauntering to her master's side. "Well well, 'Coach'. Your students have spoken. Get in position."

"I'll get you back for this you bitch," she whispered.

"You only have yourself to blame."

Villetta dropped from her seat. Lying flat to the ground, she felt Cornelia's weight bear down on her lower back and a hand slip between her exposed ass cheeks. She winced to one of Cornelia's digits invading her tight obscured anus, her buns engulfing to the princess' palms. She glared at the prompter's request: 'Do 20 push-ups with Princess Cornelia on your back while the princess fingers your asshole.'

"One... Two.. AGH! Three..." Villetta strained. Her muscles pumped. Her breasts mashed against the stage. Her lower back arched, huffing as spittle ran down her chin and Cornelia gloated her short-lived victory.

"Do you realize how small this bikini bottom is? It's like you're begging to have something jammed in here." Cornelia peered back. Her finger wriggled. Much as she despised her mistreatment, she carefully avoided scraping with her nail. Her unlubricated digit, rubbing raw on Villetta's brown, clenching hole, surely tormented the woman enough. "I can see your gray hairs if I stop to look long enough. Is that what you want the students to remember you as? The teacher who helped the swim club by giving everyone a tiny peek at her pussy?"

"Heh," Villetta froze in upward stance. "You're one to talk. At least I remember to shave my armpits and don't get off to men being cunt teasers. Ten.... Eleven..."

Cornelia leaned in, "It's much better than making someone act like a dog for your own pleasure."

Her body trembled. Kicking off her high heels, Villetta steadied herself and rose again. Her head pulled back as the princess tugged on her long ponytail, rubbing it along her ass cheeks.

"I have a great idea. Let's replace my finger with the end of your ponytail," Cornelia said.

"Don't you d-" It was too late. She grunted as Cornelia pried her rump apart, removed her finger and shoved the end in its place. The princess' hands massaged and rubbed her cheeks around her hair as she quickened her pace. "Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen..."

"Are you having as much fun as you thought you would by putting me on stage like this?"

"I will soon," Villetta spat. "Twenty!" She shoved the princess off and yanked her hair out as soon as she reached her goal. Holding the end of her ponytail, she sat, inspecting all the way to its nearby purple wrapping. "That's it. It's time for the princess to get the worst of it." Pressing a single button on the collar for her bikini top, she grinned at the new message.

"You want me to finger myself?" "Curse you, Villetta." Back on her throne, Cornelia tugged her panties to her ankles. Her pubes strewn out as unmanaged as the hairs of her armpit. Spreading her legs wide as she could, a furious blush rose on her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of the stage screens zooming in on her loins. Every detail, from the wetness of her slender lips to the denseness of her thick bush, broadcast live to the Academy members present.

Grumbling, she plowed into her slit. Pounding, slamming, rubbing, she put full force into the thrusts as her arousal brought a flush to her chest pink as dear Euphy's hair. She inhaled the musk of her body, sweat dripping down her sides. She sighed.

"Pathetic."

"That voice! It can't be!!" Cornelia paused. Scanning the crowd, she caught eye of one woman rising in her seat. An elegant purple dress. Violet-grey hair. But most of all, the tattoo. A rose design, on the lady's left breast, drew attention to her cleavage. It was a mark undeniable, a mark of privilege and upbringing known across the world.

"You always were a brute, sister," Guinevere su Britannia removed the bag over her head. Fresh gossip ran through the crowd around her, buzzing with the sudden presence of the First Princess of Britannia. "You're lucky someone told me about your plans today. The way you pleasure your body is simply pathetic, like using a chainsaw on a twig. As your sister and the first princess of Britannia, it's my duty to teach you how a lady of the Imperial family SHOULD treat her dainty features."