CC and Kallen(Code Geass)

Deep Rapport

Area 11

Brittanian Prison, Office of Secret Intelligence

In the bowels of a hidden installation beneath Ashford Academy, with walls of stark blue metal illuminated by soft white light, Suzaku Kururugi walked into the highest security section of the building, which housed a small set of jail cells. There was a solemn, almost heavy weight to his normally quick and athletic step. He had visited these two prisoners before, in various attempts to get information. He had tried outright interrogation, persuasion, asking with every bit of kindness he could muster, appealing to their better nature, and making promises for everything his power as a Knight of the Round gave him-and even some things it didn't. None of it had worked, and after grappling with the decision for several days, Suzaku had decided to try something a little different.

The prisoners were kept in adjacent cells, but they were soundproofed in such a way that neither could hear what was going in the next room. There were a pair of Brittainian guards outside the cells, though they were only armed with non-lethal tasers and batons, as Suzaku had made it clear that while one of the prisoners was virtually unkillable, the other was a dangerous and strong-willed fighter and to keep weapons near was almost tantamount to giving her a gun herself. But he knew from experience that neither of them were a match for him hand to hand. He hoped it wouldn't come to that in any event, but he knew better to expect the best-case scenario. This world had taught Suzaku better than that.

"Leave us," He said to the two guards, a touch chilly. While Suzaku tried to treat all those under him with respect, he had to walk a narrow line-while as a Knight of the Round he technically outranked a great number of the normal troops, he wasn't technically in command of them, and as a Japanese man, or an Eleven in their ways, distrust and prejudice ran deep. Still, they had little choice but to comply, and getting to walk away from otherwise boring guard duty wasn't anything worth arguing over. If they knew or cared why one of the most accomplished pilots in Brittania was still attending highschool and wearing a normal boy's uniform, they kept it to themselves.

As they filed out, Suzaku moved to one of the doors, placing his hand on a rectangular panel backlit by red light. There was a brief pause as the sensors within scanned his heartrate and entire palm print, before the panel turned green and there was a sudden slightly happy beep. He pressed a small button just above the panel and the deep bolts attached to the door that kept it anchored to the floor withdrew with a series of heavy thunks.

The woman inside looked exactly the same as the very first day had met her, over a year ago. Not only was she wearing the same white prisoner garb as before (though she wasn't actually restrained-Suzaku knew whatever danger she posed had nothing to do with outright physical violence), but her face and hair seemed as though not a day had passed. She could have passed for a teenager, but nobody looked like that for as long as she had. She went by CC, though he knew enough to know that wasn't her true name. Whatever it was didn't matter right now.

"Ah...Kururugi-chan. Back again today?" Most prisoners who had been kept contained and isolated as long as she was adopted a tone of either quiet, soft desperation, or simple tired resignation. CC just seemed bored. It had irritated a lot of the others Brittania had sent to question her but Suzaku was a little more able to roll with it. It was probably because he had to deal with annoying and odd personality types all the time, as Ashford Academy was full of them in a way that a lot of the adult professional circles weren't. And then of course, there was Lloyd who at times even made the green-haired pizza addict seem normal.

That had been one of his first unique attempts, actually, bribing her with as much pizza as she could ever want. It hadn't worked, but it had at least been more effective than traditional questioning and interrogation techniques. And all to find out the truth of the situation with Lelouch, Suzaku's best friend...at least once upon a time.

"Yes, today and every day until I'm satisfied I've learned the truth from you." Sometimes Suzaku still felt like that kid who'd been offered a chance seemingly at random to pilot the Lancelot, but more and more he no longer felt like he was playing the part of a loyal and somewhat superior Brittanian soldier. Whether it was simply all the time he was spending around the other Knights of the Round and such lofty types, or something that had always been inside the boy himself, he wasn't sure. And he was equally unsure that he ever wanted to find out.

"Ah…" CC's voice was soft as always, almost lazy in how detached she seemed to be from everything else. They knew she felt pain, but as far as anything else, any normal kind of human emotion, they weren't so sure. Suzaku just had to hope what he had planned for today would actually be successful.

"But even if I tell you the truth, how would you know it when you heard it? Why wouldn't you just think it was some clever deception?" CC's arms hung limply at her sides, dangling in the oversized sleeves of her prisoner outfit as she slowly stood up from the floor. She wasn't even trying to assert herself or get ready for any kind of physical exertion-it was just all that sitting made her legs cramped.

"Well the easiest way to confirm things one way or the other would be to ask your accomplice." CC was silent at that, almost caught of guard. She knew who Suzuku had in mind when he mentioned 'her accomplice', it just wasn't the person CC thought of with those words. She would never say aloud that she missed Lelouch, or was worried about him at a time like this, but that didn't stop it being true.

"Hear that, Kozuki-san?" Suzuku said with practiced formality, depressing the second door switch with a quick push of his finger. Many people had objected against him being involved with this at all, given how close he was to all the concerned parties But other voices had eventually prevailed by saying it was precisely that emotional proximity that made him well suited for the job.

Touching something inside his pants pocket, reassured by its presence, Suzuku assumed they were going to find out.

"I was just telling CC a little theory of mine. See, I think if the two of you actually agree on what you're telling about Lelouch, and whether he's secretly regained his memories, his Geass, and become Zero again, then that would be a lie. Lelouch would know better than to trust you both with the exact same version of the truth."

He received no reply, of course. Circumstances prevented anything but a muffled and yet explosively expressive grunt from coming his way.

The figure inside the second cell was quite the contrast to CC. Whereas CC was slender, with a somewhat developed rear end (about the only physical exercise she got was walking around), Kallen Kozuki was athletic, toned, slightly tan, and far more buxom. And where as CC was docile, almost complacent, Kallen had to be chained up, her arms behind her back and linked to the wall by a sturdy chain, her prisoner's jacket featuring a mask-like attachment to the collar that kept her mouth shut. It wasn't her words that bothered her captors, like with CC (though they could do without all the cursing and death threats, that was still something the guards were used to unlike CC's simply...odd attitude), it was rather the fact that Suzuku had made it clear that if she had no other options, Kallen was perfectly capable of ripping someone's throat out with her teeth if given the opportunity.

He wasn't worried though. While their struggle on Kamine Island had been brief, it had told him all he needed to know about respective strengths. In a Knightmare, Kallen was every bit as good as he was, but in hand to hand he still had the advantage. Not that he'd need it, if his little trump card worked the way it was supposed to.

"I'm gonna let the two of you out so we can have a proper chat, away from the restraints and shackles. But I need assurances that you're going to behave yourselves, especially you, Kallen. So let's try and play nice."

Slowly, almost gingerly, Suzaku removed the mask from Kallen's mouth. She took in a quick breath of air, as though she were about to snap at him, but thought better of it. The prisoner jumpsuit she was wearing kept her motions harmless but magnified-the slightest twitch of her muscles was obvious due to how tightly she was wrapped. Not for the first time Suzaku thought whoever designed such things for the Brittains had more than just function in mind, as the white restrictive garb almost resembled some kind of fetish wear.

Eventually Kallen spoke, even as Suzaku undid the shackles keeping her attached to the wall.

"I don't care what you want, Suzaku, you're not going to get it. You're just a traitor as far as I'm concerned. I would tell you to do your worst, but we both know you're not the type to torture prisoners-it wouldn't bother CC and I'd die before I'd tell you anything."

Suzaku stepped back, letting Kallen adjust to having some slight freedom of movement. He stepped back into the chamber outside the two cells where CC was just milling about.

"So that means you do have something to tell me, you'd just rather die, huh?"

Kallen clenched her teeth at that, one tiny adolescent canine, almost like a fang, showing under her full lips.

"Go to hell." Was all she could think of in rebuttal.

Suzaku turned his back on her, and she was tempted to rush at him in that moment of vulnerability-but then, that was why he'd done it. She would make a move, and he would counter, like he had on Kamine Island, and then she'd have a knife. There was nothing to gain from it and she'd rather not add injury to the insult of being a prisoner, so she took a few calm, slow steps (her outfit wasn't exactly made for ease of movement) into the main area. Suzaku simply busied himself with some bottles of water atop the room's only small, sparse table. Besides a small bench (with slots for prisoner's restraints to be looped through) and a handful of uncomfortable metal chairs on the table's sides, the room was empty and lit in that same harsh, unflattering light

"Look, there's a change of clothes for each of you in the bathroom, spare Academy uniforms. You can wash up so you feel a bit more human, have a drink of water, and then I just have a few questions for you."

CC twiddled one finger in her green hair, looking like a disinterested highschooler instead of a scheming immortal witch. "Are you always this persistent, Kururgi? I would have thought someone like you, who sided with Brittania over his own people, gave up easier."

The worst part about those words was the absolute lack of judgment in CC's tone. She wasn't even trying to shame Suzaku, that was just her honest opinion on the matter based on his own actions. And Suzaku couldn't really blame her. But he'd come to far to let anything like that stop him.

"Look, if you're that eager to be locked away again, that's up to you. But at least hear me out. Won't it make you feel better to listen to my questions just to ignore them all anyway?"

Kallen crossed her arms awkwardly in the almost straight-jacket restraints, pushing up her chest which was noticeable even under that heavy material. CC again looked bored, but at least slightly intrigued, like someone about to watch a sports match but not really caring about who won.

"Fine. At least I can watch off the stench of this place. Though not even a hundred showers would be enough to clean your hands of what you've done, Kururugi." Kallen's voice was dripping with venom, and surprisingly energetic for someone who hadn't been able to speak in days.

The two girls entered the small bathroom (Suzaku still had the decency, in part aided by his youth and inherent chivalry to apologize for there not being separate ones for the two of them), with Kallen shooting him a rueful glance with her shining aqua eyes as CC almost flounced in ahead of her. In other circumstances, she might have given him an angry glare and warned him not to try anything perverted but despite where they were and the uniform Suzaku wore, they weren't two normal highschoolers anymore. They'd chosen their sides, and it put a gulf between them made all the worse by their common blood. Kallen may have been on the losing side of their conflict at the moment, but she was still certain it was the right one.

Once they were inside, to calm his nerves, Suzaku took a sip from his own water bottle, having dropped in a slightly smaller dose of the same chemical compound he'd put in theirs. In such an amount, it was supposed to have roughly the same effects as a mild stimulant. He'd meant for CC to get a larger dose, given how her body responded to injuries and such he couldn't be sure how she'd react to a drug like this. But even that might not actually work on her, he thought. He'd burn that bridge when he came to it.

Suzaku tilted his head up, eyes on the small camera in the room's ceiling. He'd asked for the transmission function to be turned off while he conducted his 'interview'-it would still record everything going on in the room, it just wasn't sending that feed live to the monitor room. An unusual request but one the Knight of Seven could get away with. It meant there was no one watching to help him if things went wrong, so he'd have to work extra hard to control the situation. But if Cecille's work in the lab had been successful, it might be easier than anticipated.

"Grr...Kururugi, you've got some nerve." Kallen grumbled, knocking the door open wide as she strode from the bathroom. CC was behind her looking oddly serene for a prisoner. They'd gotten changed, and were both wearing the typical girl's Ashford Academy uniforms, minus the jacket, but several sizes too small. As a result, Kallen's large bust was nearly popping out of her shirt, and the little green tie looked like an exclamation point between her breasts, which were practically shrink-wrapped inside the white shirt. It was obvious neither girl had been given a bra as their nipples showed against the tight, almost see-through material. The skirts, which had never been very long to begin with, now seemed to end barely the length of a finger beneath their crotches, showing off the lower portion of both girl's pale, soft and smooth asses. Kallen had been at a disadvantage to moving before, but now she had to worry about simply breathing too hard and sending shirt buttons flying around the room.

"Oh, didn't I mention? The only spare uniforms we could find were for some of the younger students. My apologizes." Suzaku managed to keep a grin off of his face, but it required a substantial effort on his part. Viletta Nu, not quite his superior but someone with more experience in this particular field, had suggested the gambit with the clothes as a way to keep the girl's simultaneously indebted to Suzaku on some level for having given them something to wear other than prisoner's garb, and to keep them off-balance by being dressed so brazenly. She hadn't really needed to sell the teenage boy on the idea, but he had to admit it seemed to be working.

On Kallen at least, CC seemed to handle her state of near undress with the same distant, almost stoic attitude she did everything else. Even if her breasts weren't as big as Kallen's, her legs were a thing of beauty in her knee high socks, and her ass was so large (despite being kept on prisoners rations she hadn't lost a pound, more of her immortal strangeness) that the skirt was nearly raised level behind her, highlighting her curves and showing flashes of her thin, almost thong-like panties, the one item she'd been allowed to keep. Her green hair covered more of her skin than the rest of the outfit did, but CC was content to fiddle with her tie, alternatively laying it above her jacket or trying to tuck it. She seemed at once confused and intrigued by the item of clothing, whereas Kallen simply tugged at the bottom of her skirt with her fingers, trying desperately and futilely to make her outfit seem more like something she would wear and less like something a porn actress would wear when pretending to be a horny schoolgirl.

"Look, it really was an honest mistake." Suzaku said, keeping his eyes locked on Kallen's. There was a quiet battle of wills there, and Kallen narrowed her gaze, trying to look for something, any kind of weakness on Suzaku's face that she could exploit. She gave up after only a few seconds, bored and irritated with the whole process. This whole reading people and trying to find weak spots wasn't her forte, that was more Lelouch's-or Zero as she still preferred to think of him-area. Put Kallen behind the controls of a Knightmare Frame, or at least give her a fighting chance against a soldier less athletically gifted than the stupidly fast Kururgi, and she was in her element. But this…

"Fine, Kururgi, whatever you say. Go ahead and ask your stupid questions, whatever they are." Kallen sat down in a huff, legs crossed and arms folded, the former by necessity to preserve what little dignity she had in this situation and the latter simply out of rage. When Suzaku's gaze dipped, just for a second, Kallen's eyes widened slightly in confusion before she realized having her arms crossed in such a way only pushed her large bust even further-at this rate they were in danger of bumping against her chin if she dipped her head too low.

She tched and looked away as her hands fell to her side, absently smoothing the edges of her small black skirt, her reddish hair falling about her face in two almost painful points. Suzaku was impressed she'd been able to style it in such a way just by the meager time she'd been in the bathroom, but then he'd seen footage of her climbing out of her Guren post combat looking as fresh, if not better than when she came to school most days with that listless look in her eyes.

CC took a seat in a typically odd fashion, turning her chair around and straddling it, the action pushing her already high skirt up even further. Even Suzaku, who was supposed to be in control of things here, was caught aback by that, and noticeably blushed. If CC noticed, she didn't say anything, but Kallen permitted herself a small smile-for all his accomplishments and pompous Britannian titles, Suzaku was still just a boy. Though Kallen admitted to herself that CC's apparent lack of sexual self-awareness was odd to her as well.

"So, let's get down to it. Water?" Suzaku said, motioning to the two bottles in front of them. If either girl noticed that they'd been opened already, they didn't say anything though even if they had Suzaku had an excuse ready for that. But they said nothing and drank from the water, Kallen sulkily and CC almost absent-mindedly, drinking not because she needed to but more for something to do. She gulped without any sense of decorum and plonked the empty bottle back on the table.

This was better than Suzaku could have hoped for! He took a pull from his own water bottle, if only to calm his nerves and to give the false sense to the two of them that there was nothing underhanded going on. So he asked his questions, all the standard ones: What contact did they have with Lelouch? With the Black Knights? What were their plans? To the best of their knowledge, had Lelouch used his Geass at any time in the past year? Kallen gave him little more than one or two word answers, while CC was happy to go on at great length about things that had nothing to do with his questions. About what Suzaku expected, really.

He threw in a few others to keep them off balance. What did Kallen know about what happened to her mother? She went stone-faced at that and said nothing, though there was a strange pinkish hue to her cheeks. Suzaku almost smirked at that, but kept it to himself.

After perhaps 15 minutes or so, he sidled up from the bench, sighing with almost a bit too much theatricality. "Well, I guess there's nothing to be gained by asking further questions. Unless..."

Kallen, by now slightly sweaty for some reason (the room hadn't gotten any warmer that she noticed, yet she distinctly felt hot under the collar, almost feverish) made a fist, her long-empty water bottle crinkling in her grip. "Unless what, you traitor?"

Suzaku smiled for just a moment. The anger in her tone wasn't exactly reassuring, but he had been told it was part of the drug's process, emphasizing her surface emotions along with stimulating something lower, more base. CC looked more or less her same composed self, but there were little hints-rubbing her thighs together without seeming to notice, her breathing quckening here and there, and even a few subtle glances she was tossing to both Kallen and Suzaku's faces, without a hint of the decorum one would expect from either an isolated prisoner or CC's normal strange attitude.

"Unless you decide to cooperate in some other way, since you don't seem to want to tell me anything." Suzaku answered, trying to sound as confident as possible. He even puffed his chest out a little without meaning to-he'd always been muscular but that had simply been out of practicality's sake. Now he was actually trying to use his strength in a crude, status-boosting way that had never even occurred to Suzaku before. If he had been thinking rationally, he would have understood his own behavior was as influenced by the aphrodisiac compounded the girls had ingested. But rational thought was quickly hopping on a separate train from Suzaku, headed in the opposite direction.

"Cooperate? Exactly what do you mean by that, young man?" CC's voice wasn't as haughty as her words might have suggested, but she still possessed an overall tone which suggested she wasn't impressed.

"Well, just what it means, that's all," Suzaku said, more casual than he felt.

"You give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want We'll come together, for mutual benefit." Despite the connotations of the power dynamics of the situation and the obvious implications of the girl's clothes, Suzaku's own double entendre was lost on him.

"And...what do you want?" Kallen asked, standing up so abruptly she nearly knocked her chair over She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to be on her feet, and if Suzaku was going to stand she'd be damned if she let the traitor look down on her.

"Just this." Suzaku said, moving around the edge of the table and looping his arm around Kallen's back. Shocked by his actions, Kallen's arms came up in a parody of a defensive stance, elbows locked, wrists up and her hands forming weak half-fists as Suzaku leaned in his taller form pressing against hers. Her lips parted in a muffled squeak as Suzaku kissed her, her body trembling from some strange inner force. Once Kallen would have been only slightly taken aback by such direct action, before punching anyone so forward in the face for their insolence, but she seemed less assertive now, and her lips meekly parted, moving against Suzaku's with a hungry, subconscious will. The mighty Red Queen was reduced to a squeaking schoolgirl and surprised herself further by actually kissing Suzaku in return, her lips slowly but forcefully moving against his mouth.

CC watched with a curious look on her face, like a zoo-goer watching a strange yet entertaining display of animal prowess. For a moment the two teens seemed to forget she was in the room, with Suzaku's hands aggressively roaming over Kallen's body, lightly tracing the exposed skin of her stomach between her overly tight skirt and far too short shirt, his fingers far more bold than even he would have thought.

For a moment, it seemed as if their kiss would never end, but even as her eyes fluttered and closed, and Suzaku's body pressed more firmly against Kallen's she broke back. Her legs collided with the chair and she fell back against the table, one leg kicking in the air foolishly, her bright white panties flashing both the others even as her spine collided with the metal table.

"Oh, waah!" Kallen exclaimed, her cheeks burning furiously red. She panted, chest heaving and straining against her shirt and jacket. Almost without realizing it, Kallen undid her jacket in a hurry, as though she was burning up.

"What...the fucking fuck?!" Kallen shouted, her face a mask of rage that was undercut by her prone, sexually explicit position.

"What is going on? Why...how?"

Suzaku smiled, touching his mouth slightly, savoring the taste of Kallen's lips and the scent of her hair and skin filling his nose. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in admitting it now. I've taken the liberty of putting a little something special."

"You fucking drugged us!?" Kallen actually spit slightly, and propped herself up on the table with her elbows, tits wobbling with the slightest motion she made. She could have easily stood up but for some reason she did not. Her body didn't feel as strong as before, in a way that even accounting for a week's worth of prison food and lack of exercise couldn't account for. And she was so damn warm!

Suzaku tried to seem smug, but the truth was the drug was having an effect on him as well, if in a slightly different way than what was happening to Kallen and (he hoped) CC. "Well, you didn't leave me much choice did you? It isn't like I have a magical mind-controlling power do make you just tell me whatever I want to know, or do whatever I say, or...kill whoever I order you to."

For just a moment, Kallen's fury abated, and she looked away, unable to meet the strange mixture of emotions in Suzaku's forest-colored eyes. He was talking about Euphemia, the dead princess. Kallen never quite found out the details, but she had figured Lelouch and his Geass were involved in some way. Still it wasn't like that was her fault.

Slowly the chesty redhead stood up, absently touching her own mouth with the back of her palm, wiping the spittle stuck to her lips and slightly taken aback (and secretly aroused) to realize some of it was Suzaku's as well. The phantom memory of their sudden and shockingly passionate kiss was an overwhelming presence in Kallen's mind.

"That doesn't mean you can just…"

"I didn't have a choice." Suzaku's hands had formed fists by his sides, knuckles white and tense.

"I need to find out whether or not Lelouch has regained his memories, if he's become Zero again. And if you two weren't going to talk, extreme measures had to be taken. So…" Suzaku let out a low breath, his mouth forming a small, tight 'o' shape.

"Tell me what you know, everything you know, and this can be over. I'll work on getting you released as soon as possible." Part of him, a large, growing, throbbing part, hoped they said no, and wondered what he could do about holding up their release process even if they said yes.

"I...I don't want to talk." Kallen said, trying to sound more resolute than she felt.

CC just chuckled, her eyes lidded and looking almost...dangerous. Suzaku had seen firsthand that she wasn't exactly helpless, but this was still a new expression for her.

"Did you think a little thing like a body and mood altering drug would work on someone like me, Suzaku-kun?" But even as she said those words, Suzaku noticed she looked a little flushed. Not as red and heavy of breathing as Kallen, but distinctly...bothered by something going on inside her.

"Well, if you're not going to work with me…" Suzaku wondered if maybe the drug's effects would be better to let stew, leaving them alone for a few hours might loosen their tongues. Though it wasn't their tongues he wanted to see part.

Kallen stepped up to him, one finger on his lips in an almost gentle shushing gesture. "I said I didn't want to talk. But I'll definitely work it for you."

She turned around, placing her hands on the table's edge, legs ramrod straight and the muscles in her thigh taught, corded with exertion. In this position, her skirt was little more than a belt exposing her firm perky ass and the small white panties that were eaten up by her pinkish assflesh. Kallen remembered working at the gambling hall she'd been undercover at while keeping an eye on Lelouch, how demeaning she'd found the bunny costume, how mad she'd got at customers who openly leered at her or had the balls to try and touch her. She wasn't feeling any of that now, quite the opposite-the thought of Suzaku's eyes on her ass while she bent over for him made her whole body burn up with a strange intoxicating lust.

CC stood up for some reason, her body swaying slightly, perhaps from the drug coursing through her system, or perhaps her body was just ill-used to such comparatively strenuous action after being confined for so long. In any case, her own jacket had come undone 'somehow', as well as quite a few of the top buttons of her shirt. Her eyes wide open wide as Kallen began to shake her ass for Suzaku, and perhaps, in some strange way, for herself. After being kept in confinement, perhaps such a flagrant, shameless display of sexuality was one of the stronger displays of freedom Kallen could make.

Or perhaps, CC thought as Kallen's ass bounce and jiggled less than a foot away from her face, the girl was just horny as fuck on whatever drugs she'd sucked down. Whatever the case, Kallen gave Suzaku a show that would have more than satisfied even the most depraved customer at the Babel Tower. Her thick rear bounced and shook, cheeks flying and skirt tails whipping about her scantily-clad asscheeks. All she was missing was the fishnets and the tiny little bunny tail as Kallen swung her ass from left to right, fat pillowy cheeks slapping into each other with resounding, almost heavy slapping sounds.

Smack smack smack!

Suzaku began to undress at the sight, unbuttoning his own school uniform. His actions were hurried, rushed as he felt the grips of a lust that was both born out of a natural desire (even though he had only had eyes for Euphemia, he wasn't so blind as to not find Kallen attractive) as well as the enhancing effect the chemicals he'd ingested were having on him. He tossed his shirt to the ground as CC walked up next to him, her movements sensual despite their languidness, her green hair trailing behind her like the train of some elegant noblewoman's dress.

"What's this, CC? Looks like you're not so above it all as you'd like to act, eh?" Suzaku's bare chest glistened in the artificial lighting, tan skin an expanse of lean muscle lightly sheened in sweat. His voice was slighty ragged, made husky by some strange new process going on in his body.

CC blew a strand of stray hair out of her eyes. "Hardly. I just...wanted a better, view that's all."

All the while Kallen was twerking her ass for every cent that she was worth, jiggling it form side to side like a paint mixer, bouncing low on her ankles to make her assmeat clap and smack together. She kept a firm grip on the table's edge, tossing her hips up and out before dropping low to the ground, knees spread and ass on full display, her skirt now pushed up so far as to be almost purely decorative. Her hair whipped to and fro about her face as she tossed glances back at Suzaku, licking her lips in an overt and obvious, yet still incredibly effective, display of fliration.

"So, is that cooperation enough for you?" Kallen backed, spunky and aggressive as ever and yet with an undercurrent of genuine need. Something about her new condition made her legitimately Suzaku's approval, even if not especially over such a base and vulgar show of sexuality.

"Well, I suppose," Suzaku drawled, looping one hand around CC's narrow waist. She placed one hand on his chest as though to push him away, but her grasping palm and probing fingers merely lingered on his pecs, lightly squeezing and roamly over the muscled expanse of his body. It had been a long time indeed since CC had touched a man this way, and she couldn't remember any of them feeling quite like this. While she admired Lelouch for his intelligence and steadfast dedication to accomplish his goals at any cost, there was something to be said for a man who was impressive in a more obvious, classical way.

"But if that's the best you can do, it might be quite some time before I can arrange your release, Kallen." Something in Suzaku was pushing him to be bolder than ever before, unleashing a wellspring of daring and bravery that was usually only tapped when he was in the midst of heated combat, and yet for some reason he felt himself driven to even greater heights of aggressiveness and domniation.

Such as…"Greedy bastard." Kallen remarked.

"What more did you have in mind?" She tried to sound confident and seductive but only looked shocked and weak when is Suzaku placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her down onto her knees.

"Ah! How dare you treat me this way, you cocky, no good, traitorous bastard.." Kallen fumed, but her anger was mitigated by being this close to Suzaku's crotch, even covered by his dress pants. Her nose flared, cute nostrils urgently sucking every whiff of his groin musk that she could get. Even as Suzaku and CC watched, amused and slightly mocking expressions on their faces, Kallen's dexterous hands came up to Suzaku's belt, scrabbling for a hand hold and trying to blatantly rip the garment off.

Deciding his chances couldn't possibly get any better, Suzaku turned his head away from Kallen, who likewise wasn't bothering to look at him when she could instead keep her eyes on his obvious bulge. Instead he focused on CC, who looked back at him with challenging, determined eyes, an expression more emotional than he was used to seeing from her.

"Don't get comfortable yet, Suzaku." She half-whispered.

"I'm not like her. It'll take more than a muscular body and…" She glanced down, to see that Kallen had pushed Suzaku's pants down to his ankles and was working on doing the same to his black boxers.

"An impressive dick to make me submit."

Suzaku merely grinned-having one of the hottest girls around on her knees, tits heaving and ass stuck behind her, staring at your dick like it was her most beloved person in all the world would do that to a man. "How about this?"

His arm already wrapped around CC waist pulled her closer into him, and for a moment he almost seemed romantic, brushing her green locks away from her face as he planted a deep kiss on her. But the lust burning in his chest refused to let him keep things so chaste and timid. Even more aggressive than he had been with Kallen, Suzakau forced his tongue inside CC's mouth, muffling her protests inside her throat even as his hands groped her body, plunging inside her already open shirt and popping the rest of the buttons off. In moments her bra-less chest was exposed and Suzaku rubbed, squeezed and fondled her full, inviting breasts. CC's own hands came up to his body, but only stroked and roved over his body, exploring every inch of muscled, firm flesh the teenage boy had to offer.

She wasn't some cheap slut, no matter what drugs she'd swallowed, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy what was happening...right?

Beneath the pair's dancing tongues and wandering hands, Kallen fished Suzaku's cock out from his bozers, nearly tearing the underwear in her hurry to undress him. Her eyes shook inside her skull, wide and unblinking as she took in the full length and thickness of the shaft before her. Kallen was no blushing prude, though her sexual experience was still highly limited, but she was unprepared for what she was seeing in front of her. Part of her wanted to believe it was just the drugs, that she would never have gotten so worked over something like a...penis otherwise, but the fact remained that her mouth watered at the sight of Suzaku's full, long, thick cock before her. Her pussy wasn't far behind, dripping openly with wanton arousal.

Kallen stuck her face forward, tongue sticking out from her head almost without thinking, lapping at slurping at Suzaku's length. It was so hard, and warm, not at all what she had been expecting. The taste of it...wasn't good, conventionally speaking, but something about the merest contact of his dicktip with her tongue set tongues of fire racing all throughout the nerve endings of her body. Kallen had thought, at some point in her life, that she was in love with Lelouch, and despite her withdrawn nature at school she knew what physical attraction and lust felt like. She'd just never expected to experience the both at the same time, and not nearly so strong.

"This...dick." She exclaimed, purely to herself. "I want it! I want it in my mouth right now!"

As CC and Suzaku made out above her, lips smacking and saliva trailing between their lips, Kallen found herself bobbing her head back and forth on a cock like she was an experienced whore. Her tongue stuck out sluttily, cheeks hollowed out while her brightly shining aqua eyes looked up at Suzaku, the animalisitic heat she was feeling written clearly on her features.

MMmmhwmm...ahhh...smack! Glurg, acchh, glaag!

Kallen gagged herself on the fat, hard dick, taking in more than she would have thought possible having never so much as touched a cock before today. Yet the more she sucked, licked and slupred at the swollen shaft, the more she waited to take deep down inside her grasping, sucking, air-tight gullet.

Suzaku moaned into CC's mouth, one hand squeezing and fondling her tits with more roughness than finesse as he entangled his other hand in Kallen's soft strands of hair. Jerking his hips, he shoved his cock deep inside her skull, drawing sick wet glottal sounds as his dick shoved past her uvula, and forced its way inside her way squeezing esophaugs. Kallen's eyes rolled back in her head as she let her face be utterly used by Suzaku's conquering dick, all traces of resistance gone from her mind. To the contrary, she wrapped her arms around Suzaku's firm thighs, pulling his body forward even as her head surged forward and doing her level best to take that big fat prick deep inside her throat as fast and as hard as their cooperating, in synch fucking bodies could go.

Above, CC briefly away from the kiss, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. Her hands tried to push Suzaku back however slightly, or at least hold him still, but to no avail. Suzaku knocked her weak trembling wrists away with one hand and pulled her close by yanking on her hair. CC gasped and shook in his grasp as Suzaku licked and sucked at her chest, teeth nibbling not so gently at her engorged nipples. However she might try to protest, it was clear her body was anything but reluctant to be used as Suzkau's sexual plaything.

"Ah, not so rough," She gasped, feeling her body practically shuddering in anticipation and arousal.

"If you keep going like this, I'll-ah!"

Suzaku cut her words off by dipping one hand low and shoving it rudely inside her skirt, pushing her panties aside and beginning to fingerfuck her pussy like it belonged to him. Being able to do nothing but cling to the strong, dominating teen like a leaf in the wind, CC considered that it very well might.

Below, Kallen was shocked at how well she was enjoying sucking cock, feeling her pussy practically gush every time Suzaku's prick helmet shoved its way into her throat and made her eyes water. Every time she gagged her pussy seemed to grow wetter and creamier.

"Ah, you fucking slut, Kallen! You wanted to ask all high and mighty, but you're just a a throat-fucking whore, aren't you! For all the evil Brittania may have done, at leas they had the right idea by keeping ignorant Eleven sluts like you in their place!"

Before Kallen could protest these disparaging, degrading words or the brutal treatment Suzaku was unloading on her throat, he simply gripped her head and slammed it into his crotch.

With Callen moaning and gasping into his ear, breath hot and moist on his neck, Suzaku only increased the pace of his finger fucking, sloshing up her sopping wet cunt as he growled, dick exploding inside Kallen's throat. The redhead gasped and sputtered, her fingers clenching against his thighs, despite her burning lungs insistence, only pulling Suzaku deeper inside her.

His cock...is coming so much! It's filling up my stomach just like some brutish man's condom while fucking a filthy prostitute. Who would have thought being used like a dumb whore would feel so fucking good?!

CC looked down, watching Kallen's nearly lifeless eye as she vacuumed Suzaku's sperm like a living jizz dump, seeming to find unspeakable pleasure in the act of having a studly cock empty itself inside her. Had she underestimated Suzaku? Was she, no matter all her age and worldly experience, in danger of the same fate?

Before she had time to think more deeply on the subject, Suzaku pulled out of Kallen's mouth, leaving her gasping and sputtering for air. Though despite all her hacking, choking sounds, it seemed the chesty bitch did her best to make sure not a drop of spunk escaped her lips. How quickly and how far she'd fallen, to think only a short while ago the sight of her in her Knightmare had struck fear into the heart of nearly every Britannian soldier.

Except Suzaku, who stood above her like some avenging angel, all tan muscle, throbbing cock and blazing, passionate eyes. Kallen wanted to say something, to possibly try and make him feel even better than she hoped her sloppy throatjob had made him feel, to show him even a fraction of what he had done to, and for her. But all she managed was a sloppy, bubbly, "Shank yew!"

Ignoring her as easily as any other Brittanian subject would a drug-addled Eleven cunt, Suzaku turned his attention to CC who was now, for the first time, looking slightly worried.

"Alright, just, wa-wait, Suzaku. There's no need to be so rough, ah!" Suzaku gripped her by the waist and picked her up, plucking her from the floor like an overripe piece of fruit. Briefly he held her aloft before he slammed her down onto her back, teeth rattling and bones jarred as her body shook.

If she had ever been in control, which now she was severely doubting, it was clear that was no longer the case. Suzaku yanked her panties down, tugging them past her ankles and tossing them into the corner of the room like so much garbage.

"Here it comes for you, CC! Try to last a little longer than this whore!" Suzaku said, nudging Kallen rudely with his foot. For her part, Kallen was openly masturbating, drool trickling down the corners of her mouth as she watched Suzaku lean over the table, preparing to plunge down upon CC like the falling blade of a guillotine.

Kallen and CC watched together as Suzaku shoved his hips forward, spearing his length inside CC's tight, yet unresisting cunt.

"Ooo-waaah!" The green haired beauty cried out, feeling her inner walls stretching in ways she'd not felt in centuries. Even when she'd last had sex, it hadn't been anything like this. Suzaku didn't give her time to adjust or bother to pace himself, he simply set about rutting as deep, hard and as fast inside her pussy as he could. His ever-hard cock was churning her insides up, whatever artificial lust that possessed the girls affecting him as well, forcing him to ever higher heights of depravity and sexual aggression. He'd already managed to have one orgasm and remain as hard as ever, if not harder, so CC could only dimly wonder how long he could keep this up. Though with his cock burrowing inside her and bashing away at her most tender, intimate places, she couldn't think about that, or anything, for very long.

Suzaku fucked her without a care in the world, hands on her tits, grasping and squeezing.

"Everyone acts like you're this witch, impossible to understand or predict, CC!" He gasped, cheeks red and sweat beading on his forehead.

"But really, you're just as much a whore as she is!" As if to prove him right, as everything she did from now on was, Kallen pushed her oxygen-starved body forward on her knees, moving weakly like a crab or bird. The sight of Suzkau standing above her, ass clenching with force as his muscles drove his big, fat, pillaging cock in and out of CC's soaking wet pussy, with a tiny little patch of green pubic hair above her swollen clit, was almsot too much for her to watch.

As Kallen swung her head forward wealky, mouth latching onto Suzaku's balls and sucking for all she was worth, cheeks hollowed out like she wanted to drag every last drop of spunk from his testiciles, the only real thought inside Kallen's head was how jealous she was that CC got to fuck Suzaku before she did.

As for CC, thoughts of any kind were swiftly being fucked right out of her mind.

"Ah, Suzaku! Your dick i-too big! Too hard, inside, if you don't slow down, I'll, I'll~"

"You'll what?" Suzaku asked, not a trace of his former, compassionate rational self left.

"You're gonna come, aren't you? Just like the slut you are, you've been fucked nice and hard by a big strong dick and now you're gonna come your stupid little immortal brains out, aren't you? See, a slut like CC can handle all the pain and torture in the world, but you're no match for a real man and his big fat, cock!" Suzaku punctuated his words with hard, rocking thrusts of his hips.

CC's tongue lolled out of her head, legs kicking weakly and hands scrabbling to find some kind of purchase on the flat smooth, surface of the table.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!!" She screamed herself worse, pussy practically erupting around Suzaku's dick. With a final thrust and a deep, throat groan he came inside her, rope after rope of thick hot jizz surging forward to fill up her delicate, untouched womb and fertilize her sacred, immortal eggs. CC had been a thorn in the side of Britannia for a very long time, and once had possessed the power to make everyone and anyone fall in love with her. And now, all it had taken her were a few grams of some Britannian made chemicals and the big fat prick of a teenage stud to turn her into a drooling whore.

For all his savagery, all his energy in punishing CC's twat, Suzaku wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

He withdrew from CC's pussy, and grabbed Kallen by the hair in the same motion. Stepping out of his pants and boxers, he shoved the redhead's face against CC's leaking cunt.

"Lick that up, you stupid slag! Don't let a drop of my jizz go to waste!" His voice was harsh, commanding, and the two shells of women that had once been thinking, determined resistance fighters, irresistible.

As Kallen got to work eating out CC's pussy, never having so much as kissed a girl before but now doing her damndest to lick and suck at her labia for all she was worth, Suzaku took position behind her, his cock probing at her pussy. But only for a moment, as the ever more aggressive teen shifted his dick's position and prodded at Kallen's virgin, tight little asshole.

"Ah, wait, Suzaku!" She cried out, voice still muffled by CC's dripping snatch. "If you shove that big, fat hard cock inside me...there...I'll break!"

Suzaku leaned forward, his teeth nipping at Kallen's neck. She felt gooseflesh erupt all over her body and nearly had an orgasm then and there from simply how amazing it was to feel his body lording over her, as was only natural. His words set her body aflame and her knees nearly gave out.

"I know." Was all Suzaku said, and with that, he shoved forward, jamming into Kallen's tiny little unprotected ass with enough force to knock the air from her lungs and make her see stars. He rammed into her without pity or remorse, which was just fine by Kallen. She loved it when he spanked her ass, when he whispered into her ear about what a dumb Eleven slut she was (despite them being the same it was clear Suzaku now saw her as inferior trash), when he spat on her asshole just so he could ram his lubed-up cock that much faster and harder inside her. His cock gouged out her tight anal walls, reshaping her ass and leaving her gasping, face red and hands smacking the table uselessly for some kind of relief. Whatever harsh, rough, masterful treatment he had to dish out to her, the more she wanted to be treated less like a thinking person and more like a sextoy with legs.

CC might have been able to hold out enough to be Suzaku's willing, if subservient sex partner, but Kallen was nothing but the chesty whore every crude man who'd ever seen had always thought she was. And she fucking loved it.

Suzaku fucked both girls until he felt his own body would give out, sweaty and gasping for breath, having emptied countless loads into them.

At one point, Suzaku further asserted his dominance by parking himself in a chair and grabbing Kallen by the roots of her pretty red hair. CC only watched on, draping her body over Suzaku's shoulders like a living decoration, kissing and sucking on his neck.

"Give me those fat cow tits of yours, Kallen! Let me show you the only thing you're good for now!"

At Suzaku's direction, Kallen pressed her tits together firmly, her dainty little fingers causing her massive breasts to puff out around little indentaitons as she squeezed her cleave together into a tight little line. Lifting herself up just a little, she kept her body steady and let Suzaku use her tits as a sextoy, driving his cock up between the soft, smooth mounds that were utterly smothering his rigid shaft.

"Fuckin' tits! Who were you kidding trying to be a Knightmare pilot with a rack like this, Kallen? Udders like these belong in a zoo, not the battlefield." Suzaku mocked cruelly.

Kallen shook her head frantically, hair flying as lust ate away at the edges of her mind. "Yes, Suzaku, whatever you say! I was stupid to try to oppose you, especially when getting used by you and your big fat cock feels so good!"

Suzaku spat full on her tits, the spittle giving a sexy sheen to her peachy skin even as the saliva trickled down to coat his shaft and the undersides of her massive bust. She did nearly all the work, lifting and dropping her tits on his dick like a woman possessed. She had a new purpose in life now, pleasuring Suzaku, and Kallen was going to go after it with the gusto that had once made her so feared on the battlefield.

"Here it comes for you slut! I wish the other Black Knights were here to see you get used like a fuckin' whore!" With those degrading remarks, Suzaku's cock twitched and erupted, coating Kallen's tits in jizz. The thick, heavy off-white ropes of jizz splashed against her delicate chin and swan-like neck, even shooting up further to coat her from forehead to nipple. She didn't let up for a second, knowing it was her job to keep milking Suzaku for all she was worth, even when an errant spray of jizz got her right in one beautiful eye. Who cared if her once sensual features were covered in a nasty mask of stinky jizz? As long as Suzaku saw fit to keep using and fucking her, Kallen was as happy as could be.

And still Suzaku wasn't quite finished, as he'd pressed a small button the wall at some point and signaled the guards for the entire complex.

The door whoosed open quietly and on the other side were the two guards Suzaku had dismissed from before, and several more men besides. At some point, either on purpose or simply on accident in a lust-fueled haze, Suzaku had activated the live feed of the cameras. No longer did they see CC and Kallen as inscrutable, dangerous prisoners to be watched carefully and kept at arm's distance. No, now they only saw two pieces of hot, chesty, fat-assed fuckmeat.

And looking up at them from the table where Suzaku had deposited them like so much left over groceries, with jizz leaking out of their holes, cheeks flushed, and eyes utterly fuck-crazed, nearly brain-damaged, it was hard to disagree with them. This was their lives now, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The End...