Happiness In Slavery

CODE 5

Lelouch slept brokenly, long wracking shivers passing through his thin frame from the intense cold of the cell, always preventing him from getting any real rest. Semiconsciously he pulled the thin sheet closer to his bare skin and curled himself tighter into his fetal posture, for all the good it would do. Somewhere in the distance, well outside this dank, frozen prison, there was commotion.

Lelouch raised his head wearily as the door swung open and two guards bustled in, but he was practiced enough in this routine to know that no other reaction would be required of him anytime in the immediate future. One grabbed him unceremoniously and yanked him off of the cot bed to his unsteady feet. The fallen prince had chance to see his pitiful form reflected in the mirrored lenses of the guard's protective goggles briefly before a bag of thin black material was pulled down over his head, turning everything pitch black. Blinded thus, he had no other option but to allow himself to be dragged by faceless henchmen through unknown corridors and strange rooms.

Lelouch flinched, blinded by the light as the bag was whipped from him, standing now in the harsh fluorescent glare of shower-room lighting. He stood listlessly as his black briefs, which he was redressed in for these blind trips around the complex to allow him some small speck of modesty in a place where he had otherwise been totally forsaken, were also removed. He knew that his lower half was still streaked with dried blood and ejaculate from the previous night but he had become numb to his sense of shame in front of these people some time ago. He was shoved toward a shower stall and bade to stand still as a faucet was cranked open and a second later he was doused with warm water from the wall mounted shower head. Humiliation aside, this part of the routine was almost pleasant, the warm water breathing some life back into limbs deadened with cold. The clink of the chains on the manacles around his wrists echoed around the tiled walls as he was briskly soaped and sponged down, his hair quickly shampooed and rinsed with rough efficiency. He endured calmly the towelling off of his body and hair but still found himself becoming claustrophobic as the leather arm restraints made their customary appearance. He hated them more than anything else he had ever been gagged, restrained or tied down with, such simple things that made it absolutely impossible for him to escape or protect himself, his arms locked into that unnatural position behind his back for hours upon hours at a time, leaving him exposed and aching. The cold steel manacles were unlocked from his wrists and the soft leather sheaths slipped up each arm, from wrist to armpit, and laced tightly, securely, before both arms were drawn behind him and buckled together with the thick leather straps. A brush was drawn quickly through his still still damp hair before the patch was secured over his Geass cursed eye. He stepped into the clean black briefs when prompted, and with that he was ready to be presented.

Unable to keep his balance with his arms immobilized, Lelouch crashed painfully onto the hard floor as he was shoved through the outer door of Schneizer's private office. He didn't even try to get up as the door slammed shut and was locked behind him, he simply lay there, alone in the stillness of the room. Behind the drapes of the long windows the sky was lightening as the sun rose steadily over the world beyond, the outside, a wonderful and terrifying place now to a cracked, fragile soul kept so long in pain, isolation and darkness. Lelouch let his mind wonder elsewhere, away from the constant and total subjugation of his current self, to happier times, the Academy, dear friends, his beloved sister. Memories that comforted him. Tortured him. Pupils dilated, his reaction was minimal as he felt the touch of fingers at his slender neck, the familiar weight of the collar pressing against his flesh, tightened, buckled, and then the insistent tug of the leash that forced him from the comfort of his daydream. He struggled clumsily to his feet and followed Schneizer into the bedchamber.

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Suzaku watched the sun rising behind the curtains, the room gradually brightening, the morning marching on, but he didn't move. Although he was quite, quite awake, he did not move. The time that he was meant to sign in for his duties came and went, and yet, there came no inquiring knock on his door. He supposed Schneizer's gesture hadn't been an empty one.

He turned over irritatedly, wishing he could either get back to the blissful nothingness of sleep or otherwise pull himself together enough and get up to do something, anything that would occupy his mind. It was unlikely to work like that though. He'd still end up thinking about Lelouch again.

His stomach twisted when he recalled how rough he had been with him, although in reality that probably hadn't been the worst thing he'd gone through since his capture. And it wasn't like he himself hadn't paid a price during that encounter. Suzaku had been so lividly angry that he had not given any possible consequences the slightest second thought when he had turned the traitor over to Britannia, even with the knowledge that the government was never the most humane; deeply corrupt from the bottom right up to the very highest powers. The corruption that he so desperately wanted to end.

“What am I supposed to do?” He whispered to himself as he pulled the sheets over his head , alone in the darkness.

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Lelouch cried, heavy tears of pain and anguish sliding freely down his pale cheeks, although the wracking sobs that would naturally accompany such despair were held in, trapped behind the gag in his mouth. It was all that he had left. No longer did he struggle, look for an escape, curse, threaten, or beg to be spared from this torture. The day that he found that he had no tears for his plight, for this pain, that would be the day that he would be totally broken.

Schneizer paid absolutely no heed as he held the trembling youth down on the bed and moved against him, fucking him with no regard to aggravating the damage that was done only the evening before, although he had been merciful enough to use lubricant. To an outside gaze, his set expression and distant, preoccupied stare would have made it hard to believe that he was engaged in any sort of passionate, stimulating activity. But still he moved his hips faster, making Lelouch screw his eyes shut and writhe a little despite himself.

“You will tell me, Lelouch...” he growled out in a low voice as he thrust.

Naturally, no words came from behind the gag.

“I will get it out of you... in the end... you can be assured of that..” Schneizer returned his gaze to his stricken half-brother as his voice became slightly strained through his exertion. He held Lelouch's legs apart widely and pushed in deep, giving a low, hoarse gasp as he finally came.

Remaining inside the twitching prince, Schneizer released Lelouch's legs and reached behind his head, locating the straps of the gag and releasing them quickly. Lelouch turned his head to the side and spat it out angrily.

“Where is the girl?” Schneizer said dangerously.

“You can ask... and ask... that question until you turn blue” Lelouch panted, wincing at the pain in his jaw as he spoke. He opened his eyes, and fixed the uncovered one defiantly on Schneizer. “And I will say again... and again... that I do.. not... know”.

Schneizer cuffed him, making him cry out in pain.

“Where is the girl?”

“If you want to demand the same information of me each time, I can oblige that” Lelouch replied in a measured tone even as his cheek reddened from the blow. “We separated before I got to the gate. She went after Jeremiah. I never saw her again.”

“You made no plans to rendezvous, no failsafe in-case you ran into trouble, nothing. After the amount of cold calculation you put into every other aspect of your so-called rebellion, you had nothing to fall back on here. You expect me to believe that?”

“They took... Nanali..”

“And that alone made you so careless?”

“I have to find her” Lelouch croaked pitifully.

“You are not going anywhere” Schneizer said finally, pulling out of Lelouch and standing.

“Find her for me” Lelouch struggled to right himself on the bed, teetering unsteadily for a moment before setting himself more rigidly on his knees. Almost instantly on gaining an upright stance semen trickled down the insides of his thighs, making him cringe as always, but he continued his desperate pleading. “Find her. Tell me that she's safe, that's all I want! Please!!”

“I will not help you until you help me” Schneizer's tone was dismissive. “When you eventually decide to reveal the whereabouts of Codename CC, then we will come to an arrangement.”

“I don't know, I swear. I swear on my life a thousand times over” Lelouch cried out agitatedly. “ I don't know anymore than I've told you. You have to believe me!”.

Schneizer took a plush, red bathrobe from the wardrobe and pulled it around himself before returning to the bedside.

“I will do whatever it takes to get that girl back as a matter of utmost urgency. Nanali can wait.” He took the leash from the bedside table clipped it back onto Lelouch's collar, dragging him to one of the posts and tying it on firmly.

“Find... Nanali..” Lelouch pleaded quietly one last time before the dreadful gag was once again in his mouth, silencing him, the hideous synthetic taste of the rubber ball making him feel sick as always.

“This debate is over for now, I have things to do” With that, Schneizer swept out of the room, leaving Lelouch alone again.