The Strap-On Diaries

Letting Go
By Eline

C.C./Lelouch--A request from the kink meme for pegging. I was in the mood to write about it--Code Geass girls need to kick (more) ass.

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Lelouch Lamperouge, student by day and terrorist mastermind whenever his timetable would allow it, was not pleased. He stormed into his bedroom, credit card statement in hand. C.C. looked up idly from where she was lounging on his bed.

"What is this on my credit card bill? On top of all the orders from Pizza Hut!" Lelouch demanded, waving the statement irritably at the witch. "A hundred and twenty-nine dollars--"

"--and ninety cents," C.C. said.

"--and ninety cents for an online purchase from M's Alternative Concepts and Lifestyle Shoppe?"

"It's called online shopping," C.C. said innocently. "You won't let me go out so I have to shop on the internet."

"You don't have to!" Lelouch retorted, not trusting her expression one bit. "And what single purchase costs that much? Plus a delivery charge of thirty dollars?"

"I'll show you," C.C. said, standing up languidly. She reached over to take his hand. "It's actually for you . . ."

Lelouch thought she was going to bring him to see whatever she had bought, but he suddenly found himself flipped onto the bed with the breath knocked out of him.

"Just a second," C.C. said, maddeningly calm. She was suddenly straddling him, her hips effectively pinning him down. Quick as a wink, she had taken one of the long straps from her restraining suit and lashed his wrists together.

"C.C.! What are you doing?" Lelouch was discovering that C.C. was a lot stronger than she looked. The fact that he might be a lot weaker than he looked was not even considered.

"Getting you ready for your present," C.C. replied, binding both ends of the strap to the metal bed-frame so that Lelouch was well and truly tied down.

“But--but why are you doing this? Have you lost your mi--”

"You're an asexual raging homosexual sis-con," C.C. said by way of explanation. Lelouch did not understand a word of what she was saying. Only that she had bound him to the bed-frame and was approaching with a decidedly sly look in her eyes. Lelouch began to grow afraid.

"C.C.--release me this instant!"

“Not until you’ve had your present,” C.C. declared, bringing out the box she had been holding behind her back.

"In the court of the shoguns of Japan and the emperors of China, the bored concubines would entertain themselves with phalluses carved of jade and other semi-precious stones--which sounds rather painful if you ask me," C.C. said as she opened the box and held up her purchase. "Silicon and rubber were a most welcome product of modernisation."

Lelouch could only stare. It was a harness made of leather. Attached to it was a prodigious rubber phallus.

“Are you saying that--”

“You need to get laid,” C.C. stated as she started to undress. “You’re so uptight . . . that’s why I saw this online and thought of you.”

The sight of an exposed female bosom notwithstanding, Lelouch was more concerned about the seven-inch long phallus, which was also skin-coloured and realistic veined. The witch--who had been placed on this earth solely for the purpose of tormenting him--hummed a tune distractedly as she buckled the straps of the harness around her waist and thighs.

Lelouch was now very, very afraid. He strained against his bonds to no avail and could only watch in mounting apprehension as C.C. adjusted the fit and the positioning of the strap-on.

“I would say that this isn’t going to hurt, but that would be lying,” C.C. said in a manner that completely failed to reassure. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not heartless, you know? I bought lubricant as well.”

That was the last straw. Lelouch started to thrash about as C.C. got onto the bed. If only he could just get her and that, that thing away from him--

But C.C. deftly sat on the back of his calves, forestalling his struggles.

“I’ll buy you pizza,” Lelouch said in desperation, craning his head to try to see what she was doing. “As much as you want! Stuffed crust even! Just st--”

“It’s not dinner time yet,” C.C. said, apparently not distracted by the prospect of pizza being dangled in front of her. She busied herself with undoing Lelouch’s belt and pulling down his trousers. There was the usual moment of amusement at his choice of underwear, but it felt so much more invasive now that he was tied up like this. “Besides, I have your credit card number memorised.”

Cursing in both Britannian and Japanese as he realised that he was exposed from the waist down, Lelouch tensed up, hoping that she would stop this game soon.

No such luck. He felt her slim fingers stroking him followed by the sensation of something cool and slippery being poured onto his skin. Flushing furiously, Lelouch gasped as she experimentally probed between his buttocks.

“C.C., stop that--it’s disgusting,” Lelouch said.

“You haven’t seen disgusting until you’ve been elbow-deep in a cow’s uterus trying to untangle the birth cord,” C.C. muttered as she slipped a lubricated finger into him. “You’re a big wuss--now shut up and enjoy it.”

“How can I enjoy it when I--” Lelouch clamped his mouth shut as C.C. jabbed her finger unerringly on a spot that sent a shudder of arousal through him. This was ridiculous, he told himself. That woman probably knew how to . . . well, how to get a man going. He coloured even more at the very thought of C.C. doing this sort of thing to other men.

“Hush . . . In case you were wondering, I have done this before,” C.C. said, reading his mind effortlessly. She stretched him with another finger and was true to her word as she used plenty of lubricant to prepare him. Embarrassed with his own reaction to her ministrations, Lelouch felt the beginnings of an erection pressing against the bedclothes and wanted the earth to swallow him up.

“Get up,” C.C. said, tapping his hip as she moved off his legs. “You won’t like it if I have to make you.”

By this time, Lelouch was convinced that C.C. was capable of a great many terrible things and she was certainly not afraid to use them to get her way. He grudgingly got onto his knees, which made his ass stick out in the most humiliating way possible.

“Good boy,” C.C. said, petting his rump lightly. “You deserve something nice . . .”

“Something nice” turned out to be the large and blunt head of the phallus pressing against his ass. Where was Sayoko when one needed her to conveniently interrupt?

“It’s too big!” he protested as he was penetrated by the rubber dildo. The burning sensation intensified as he was stretched. “Ow--”

“Oh take it like a man,” C.C. said, smacking him hard on the rump. “Otherwise, I’ll make you cry for real.”

Lelouch could not help it. He was surely at his limit. Something would tear soon--

No, he would not lose to this woman! Even though she was pushing a huge rubber cock into his ass. Gritting his teeth and clawing at the bed sheets, he panted and groaned intermittently as C.C. pressed forward inch by torturous inch.

It was a while before she stopped moving and Lelouch realised that most of the dildo was buried inside him. He felt . . . terribly full as his body tried to adjust to the sensation of being so thoroughly filled up. The burning sensation of overstretched muscles was easing a little as she let him adjust to the strap-on.

But he did not want to adjust! He wanted that damned thing out of him! As though sensing his discontent, C.C. tightened her grip on his hips in warning.

“See? It wasn’t so bad, was it?” C.C. felt something a little something akin to satisfaction as she viewed her handiwork. The boy barely even had an ass--he was that skinny.

It dawned on him that any effort to buck her off might result in the dildo pressing in deeper. So it was with very bad grace that he braced himself on his elbows and held his position.

Satisfied that he was going to cooperate for the time being, C.C. started to move her own hips to draw the phallus out slightly and back in again. Gently--he was rather breakable after all.

He did resist at first, but she was patient and soon, he was not quite fighting it as she picked up speed. It was quite comfortable for her--the mattress was firm and just a little springy so that she was able to move easily behind him.

Lelouch was not fighting it for it was taking most of his energy to keep his position. And the fact that the movement of the strap-on was distractingly hurtful at first, then disturbingly sensual a short while later. His breaths grew more ragged as he thought he could feel every artificial vein on that thing as it slid in and out of him.

He was startled when she touched the tip of his erection and barely stifled a gasp. But she had heard him and he could imagine the smirk on her face as she stroked him.

“That’s better now, isn’t it?”

How could this be better? This was horrible, degrading and--and--

“Urk!” And that woman had angled the strap-on just so, striking his prostrate before he could yell at her.

“What was that?”

“I said to g--nnngghh!” Again, the jolt of pleasure short-circuited his brain and speech functions before he could tell her off. She was going faster now and his body was not resisting her pace. For a while, the sound of the leather harness against skin was the only sound as Lelouch tried to keep from making noise--any noise at all.

C.C. leaned closer and her long green hair fell across his back and head like a cool wave on his fevered skin "You cannot control everything and win at every game, Lelouch."

He was confused and embarrassed and terribly, terribly turned on as her smooth-skinned hand squeezed his member.

“Just let go for once . . .” she whispered, drawing another moan from him as her hips snapped forwards.

Lelouch tried to think of something--anything that was not even vaguely erotic as he felt the pressure mounting in his groin.

This was so not happening--

“Suzaku!” he gasped out as his climax hit him with all the subtlety of a freight truck.

What the hell--

“Suzaku?” C.C. sounded more amused than anything else. To Lelouch’s eternal mortification, she started to laugh.

“A piece of advice for you, Lelouch--don’t ever call out someone else’s name in the middle of sex if you value your privates.”

Too horrified by his reaction, Lelouch could only bury his face in the pillow and groan. His back and . . . other unmentionable parts ached furiously. And that damned woman was still chuckling--laughing at him--as she pulled that awful length of rubber out of him.

“Suzaku, eh?” Lelouch could hear the evil smirk in her voice. “See? I was right. I would have been on the mark anyway if you have shouted your sister’s name, but that’s just a little too creepy, even for me--”

“Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up!” Lelouch moaned.

“Whatever’s the matter? You’ve learned so much about yourself already.” C.C. reached over to undo the strap around his wrists, but Lelouch was too exhausted to move from where he lay.

“I’ll be taking this as payment,” C.C. said, grabbing the credit card from Lelouch’s wallet before she exited the room. “The soreness will last a day or two but you’ll be just fine afterwards!”

Lelouch stayed put and wished once again for the earth to swallow him up. The barrage of images that had came to him just before the moment of his orgasm had been . . . more than a little disturbing in a sexual way.

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I always wanted C.C. (or one of the female cast) to tell Lelouch, "You're an asexual raging homosexual sis-con."