Happiness In Slavery

CODE 9


Schneizer sidled behind Lelouch, closing the door and locking it before sliding his arms around Lelouch's slender waist

“You'll like the surprise” he whispered against Lelouch's ear, gently tugging away the cloth blindfold covering his eyes.

Lelouch stiffened. The room was only medium sized, merely half the size of the Second Prince's bedchamber, but there was plenty going on it. The first thing he noticed that made his legs feel weak, before he even had chance to explore the other surrounding horrors, was the centrepiece against the far wall of the rack that he had been mounted on earlier in his incarceration on a couple of occasions, most notably the first time he had seen Suzaku since his capture. The memory still made him cringe even though worse had happened since. It most likely just felt worse because it was Suzaku seeing him in a such a state - the like of which Lelouch had never been in before and Suzaku had never seen before.... although what had additionally happened at that time was still somewhat inexplicable to Lelouch, why Suzaku had done what he did instead of just leaving. And it was that alone that had probably gotten them so deep into the situation they were now trapped in with Schneizer. Suzaku's emotive and impulsive nature had it's moments, but it had worked against them this time.

To the right of the rack there was a low, steel barred cage. The left side had something akin to an examination table one might find in a hospital, but those tended not to be upholstered in black leather with restraining straps. The area before the rack was clear, just bare stone flooring slabs. All four windowless walls were painted a dull grey, the lighting sparse, dim and sinister.

“It's all yours, little brother, and even your friend's if you so wish. I thought it might cheer you up after the tough time you had at the interrogation. Do you like it?” Schneizer purred in his ear, reaching down to fondle Lelouch between his legs, loving the way Lelouch tried to back away from his touch.

“Suzaku... won't won't want any part in this.”

“Oh, I don't know about that... he's performed admirably on the previous occasions, only two weeks ago even.”

Lelouch's heart clenched. The last time... did he remember Suzaku being there? Everything was so hazy after Schneizer had pinned his thrashing body to the bed and tethered him down... Schneizer had told him to relax and there had been a sharp pain or two in his arm and then... fragments... voices... images. He had only really gained back any sort of lucidity as he had been disturbed suddenly by shouting and commotion. Suzaku had been there then. Shouting at Schneizer while being held by guards, but then he was gone, and it was only Schneizer again, as though he had never left. Lelouch recalled a fair bit of what happened next with nauseating clarity.

“It's a secret, special place just for us” Schneizer whispered.

With a surge of strength born from sheer desperation, Lelouch tore himself out of Schneizer's embrace despite the hindrance of the straitjacket, and staggered into the centre of the room. His eyes moved around the room quicker this time, not paying attention to the devices now but searching for an escape, a hiding place, anything he could use against Schneizer, anything that would keep the tiny flicker of hope inside burning and prevent him from simply having a break-down on the spot. Schneizer watched him with folded arms, an expression of amused interest in his vivid blue eyes.

“Lelouch...”

“No, let me out of here Schneizer. I don't want this, any of this...”

“Always such an ungrateful child” Schneizer tutted.

“Let me out, I won't tolerate any more..” Lelouch tried to sound threatening but utterly failed to inject any real conviction into his tone.

“Such insolence. I think I prepared this room just in time, Lelouch. I think you could use a few lessons in obedience. I'm hearing far too much of 'No' and 'Can't' and 'Won't'. I think... from this moment onwards, those words are banned in this space.” He started to approach Lelouch slowly. Lelouch backed away until his shoulders bumped against the wall behind him.

“Leave me alone!”

But restrained as he was Schneizer simply grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and yanked him forward so hard that he very nearly fell flat on his face, and stumbled quickly after the blonde prince to avoid being pulled right over. Once back in the centre of the room, Schneizer let go of him to begin unbuckling the straps of the straitjacket. Lelouch's heart was in his throat even as he stayed totally still for Schneizer... maybe during this operation there was a chance that with his arms free he could tear away the patch over his eye and use the Geass against him. If there was a chance, it would take a combination of bluff, speed, and outright luck to utilise it.

Schneizer snapped open the catches down the front that would allow Lelouch to slip out. At present his arms were still immobilised in the long sleeves but once one was out, he could use it while Schneizer was freeing the other. The sleeve was stripped from his left left arm. Lelouch hardly dared to breathe even as he pretended to look vacantly off into a corner of the room as Schneizer move to slip the other sleeve and the whole jacket off. He made for his chance...

Even though it felt like he had moved fast, his fingers were stopped mere millimetres from the patch by Schneizer's vice-tight grip around his slender wrist.

“I don't think so..” he chuckled.

Standing back up to his full height and still clutching Lelouch's wrist, Schneizer reached up towards the ceiling to take hold of something hanging down from it that Lelouch hadn't noticed before, a horizontal bar, suspended from both ends by a chain running from a mechanism fixed into the ceiling. The bar also had leather cuffs hanging down from each of its ends. Lelouch planted his bare feet squarely on the stone slabs and pulled with all his might away from Schneizer, as the older, far stronger Britannian easily lifted and strapped Lelouch's wrist into the first cuff. Lelouch shook his other arm frantically trying to dislodge the rest of the jacket, but Schneizer casually caught it and, loosening and sliding off the garment in it's entirety, raised Lelouch's other wrist and attached it to the other end of the bar. Once Schneizer let go of the bar it rose back up a little, so that Lelouch could only barely rest his feet on the ground, his arms flung wide on the bar over his head, like some sort of crucifixion. Schneizer yanked his white hospital pyjama pants down to his ankles but did not remove them completely, deciding to leave them there purely for the humiliation value. Lelouch had gotten used to the comfort of being clothed for the last three days, and being completely naked again was an unpleasant shock, rippling his skin into goose flesh in the chill air.

“He made quite a neat job of that actually...” Schneizer mused, running a finger over the stitched gash in his side that, in his slightly stretched out position, was beginning to pain Lelouch again. Reaching into his deep dress-coat pocket, Schneizer produced Lelouch's collar and buckled it around his neck.

“There, all mine again...” he soothed, kissing Lelouch lightly on the cheek even as Lelouch turned his head to try and avoid it. “Dear oh dear, someone has been spoilt in my absence, haven't they?” Schneizer moved away over the couple of meters space between Lelouch and the examination-style table, and picked up the short riding crop that was laid on it.

Lelouch lifted his head as Schneizer ran the tip of the crop from his collarbone up over his neck, tracing the line of his throat and pressing it into into the soft underside of his jaw.

“Let's make this more fun, shall we?” Schneizer's tone was playful. Unconvincingly so.

He produced the item that was supposedly to increase Lelouch's enjoyment. It's garish pink colouration made it seem familiar somehow. Lelouch coloured as he swiftly remembered it's last application, not directly but rather from the brief look he got at Schneizer's latest 'security tape', which he had watched with increasing horror at the image of himself on the screen, drugged and incomprehensive, as Schneizer had affixed the very same long, smooth shape to his stiffening cock.

Schneizer brushed it's slightly pointed end across Lelouch's quivering lips, and then pressed firmly against them so that Lelouch had no choice but to open his mouth to it. Like the gag he was regularly subjected to it tasted overpoweringly of synthetic rubber. Still holding it in Lelouch's mouth, Schneizer moved behind him as he hung defenceless and stroked the younger prince's buttock's gently.

“You need to lick it, get it nice and wet..” Schneizer whispered encouragingly against his ear as the stroking sensation on his behind began to move inwards, to a more intimate location, bringing a muffled moan of despair from Lelouch even as he did as he was told.

“Don't...” he couldn't help himself from pleading as Schneizer withdrew the toy from his mouth.

“Ah ah aaaah...” Schneizer tutted. “You're still missing the whole point of this lesson.” He parted Lelouch's cheeks and without ceremony, pushed all but the last inch of the hideous pink object inside him. “We aren't to use words like that..”

Lelouch glared at Schneizer woundedly as he stood before him once again, absently fiddling with the whip in his hands.

“Don't give me that face, it's too thin and smooth to be that painful. And in this game that's going to work against you.”

“Wh... what?”

Lelouch cried out as Schneizer smacked him smartly across the stomach. The second time Schneizer raised the crop, Lelouch tensed against the blow, but as he did he felt the deeply disconcerting sensation of Schneizer's little toy sliding an inch or so back out of his ass. Latching onto what he suddenly realised was the aim of the game, he brought his legs back together even though it made him feel very unsteady. His wrists manacled to the bar wouldn't actually let him fall but it was off-putting all the same.

Schneizer laughed nastily.

“I think you've got the idea.”

Lelouch cried out again as he took another stinging crack to the side of his ribs, as he fought to neither tense against the pain of the blow or move to avoid it. Mercifully, he didn't feel the little plaything in his rear move this time, but he couldn't help but wonder how long he could keep going like this. Schneizer's lashes were heavy handed, looking down he could already see the first strike against his stomach warming into a red stripe of damaged flesh.

“You didn't answer me before”.

“What?”

Schneizer hit him again.

“I said 'I think you've got the idea' and I didn't hear you agree with me.”

“Yes... I've got the idea” Lelouch ground out. Schneizer hit him hard again, across his chest and neatly catching one of his nipples.

“With more respect. Schenizer-sama... how about that.”

“Schneizer-sama” Lelouch huffed in a small voice, looking irritatedly down at the floor. Schneizer rewarded him with another swipe. “Yes, Schneizer-sama” Lelouch repeated, loudly and with more than a touch of anger creeping into his tone.

“Actually, we can go one better than that. How about... Master..”

“Get fucked!” Lelouch shouted at him, and was instantly rewarded with a sound thrashing of five hard, rapid blows which made him twist in his restraints from the agony. He felt the length in his ass slip again and he froze, panicking as he tried to clamp down on it with his buttocks and halt it's descent.

“Yes Lelouch, you don't want to drop that”. Schneizer goaded him “If you do I'll think of a really, really nice punishment for you. Would you like that?”

“No... Schneizer-sama” he gasped.

“Wrong response.” Schneizer cut in sharply, swiping at him again across his stomach. The new lashes were beginning to fall over previous ones, making them flare up in a pain more intense than when they were originally inflicted. Tears began to blur Lelouch's vision on one side, and soak into the patch on the other.

“Yes... Schneizer-sama...”

Crack.

“Still not quite there yet...”

Lelouch hesitated.

Crack.

“Yes... Lelouch tailed off, panting hard against the burning pain flooding across his chest and stomach. Schneizer pressed the tip of the crop into the underside of his jaw again.

“We can do this all day, I don't have any urgent engagements.” Lelouch looked at him strickenly. Schneizer raised the crop again...

“...Master...” Lelouch replied in barely more than a whisper.

“I'm sorry?” Schneizer said with more than a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Master.” Lelouch repeated, a little louder and with less hesitation. Schneizer stroked his wet cheek.”That wasn't so bad was it. You can tell me that you enjoy this just a little bit..”

Lelouch opened his mouth, but he could see how he being trapped. If he used the forbidden word 'No', Schneizer would hit him. If answered 'Yes' then it implied he agreed with Schneizer, which was bound to result in the exact same outcome. And even not answering or hesitating earned him the same reward yet again. He couldn't win. The only thing that could possibly work in his favour would be to obey Schneizer to shorten the session, as he felt without a doubt that Schneizer would not give up until had gotten the responses he desired of Lelouch. But to Lelouch's already wounded pride, it was too bitter a pill to swallow.

“I do not enjoy this, Schneizer-sama”.

The blonde prince smiled.

Lelouch gasped and flinched hard when the next stroke of the whip caught him across the upper inside of his left thigh, dangerously close to his defenceless groin.

“Nonsense. Of course you enjoy it. You can tell me, I won't think you're weird” Schneizer traced over the mark he had just made on Lelouch's leg with the tip of the whip, purposely nudging Lelouch's balls as he did so.

Lelouch screwed his eyes shut.

“Yes... Master.”

“You like being restrained and whipped.”

“Yes Master.”

“You don't seem that excited though...” Schneizer stroked Lelouch's limp cock with the crop, making the dark haired prince squeeze his thighs tighter together with cold dread. He fixed Lelouch with a knowing look. “I could get your friend here”.

“Don't!” was on the tip of his tongue, but instead Lelouch kept his composure, knowing that Schneizer would use any show of weakness against him.

“That won't be necessary... Master..” he said in what felt like a hideously cloying, subservient voice. “I... I'd rather it was just us two...”

Schneizer laughed heartily, the sound echoing round the room and making Lelouch's flesh creep. Mere moments later Lelouch was again pulling hopelessly against the manacles closed around his delicate wrists as Schneizer laid, in rapid succession, ten stinging lashes across both of his trembling thighs. Lelouch cried out again and again, wordless outbursts of agony, not daring to say anything more that Schneizer would take exception to. His agitated struggling was further dislodging the toy from his anus, but he was in such agony that it was almost physically impossible to stay still. When Schneizer paused Lelouch's legs simply gave out and he had no choice but to hang limply by his wrists, which screamed in pain from having his full body weight on them, forcing the leather to cut deeply into his skin.

“Very unconvincing, little brother...”

“Go to hell...” Lelouch gasped hollowly as his cheeks ran wet once again with the salt-water streaks of his tears.

A deadly silence descended over the room before the sharp crack rang out that Schneizer produced as he delivered a devastating backhanded slap to Lelouch's cheek, snapping his head to the side and splitting his recently healed lip once again. Blood rapidly spotted the floor in a gentle pitter-pattering sound before being joined by the dull thunk of the pink dildo as Lelouch lost his fight to hold it in.


“Now for a really, really special punishment...” Schneizer mused.