The reason I divided it here was because - as you may be able to tell - I could not work out which would suit my purposes better. Still. Enjoy!
It must have been quite the odd sight to behold. Two Britannians, members of the Purist faction no less, treating an Eleven to a soak in this prestigious (one might say prohibitively so) spa. And doing so without coercion of any sort. That said, all three did properly comprehend the situation. This was not about breaking down any barriers, nor was it anything particularly meaningful in the long run. The truth of it was simple: Inoue had entertained Jeremiah by properly handling a giant prick. This was nothing more than a simple piece of payback for a moment of entertainment. Like a seal being thrown a fish. Or depending upon how cynical one might be, it could be said that they were showing a damned soul a glimpse of heaven’s glories before sending it crashing and screaming back into the firey pits. In which case these two were far crueller than anyone Inoue could think of…
Then again, they were both kind of hot. That had to count for someth- No! No, it didn’t! Stop thinking like that!
Jeremiah chuckled and shook his head. “Still a bit nervous are we? There is no need! Those fools won’t dare press the matter. It is more than their reputations are worth!”
“I see,” Inoue said. “Thank you for your assistance. It was most appreciated.”
“Think nothing of it,” Villetta remarked, seemingly not caring about the way the tops of her breasts kept on bobbing up and down distractingly on the surface of the water. Up and down, jiggle, float, round and soft and tanned… Being made to rub the woman’s shoulders was a little bit distracting as well. Her skin was so enticing… “It is rare to see an Eleven of your considerable strength. I suppose they must permit deserving employees the opportunity to use the gym?”
“Well… I have grown quite a bit stronger since I started working here,” and hornier than a unicorn orgy. For the third time in as many minutes she barely managed to resist the urge to throw the tanned woman against the wall and engage in a form of oral cartography. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking like that, especially with the enemy, but - damned if the urges weren’t compelling!
“That makes a great deal of sense.” Jeremiah sank deeper into the spa, allowing the water to rise to cover most of his neck. “If the gym is remotely comparable to the quality of these bath salts, it must surely be capable of transforming a mouse into a lion.”
“Hm, yes!” VIlletta nodded emphatically. “With each breath, I can feel all of my worries turning into mush. Say, girl? Do you happen to know how much these salts happen to cost? We should definitely get hold of these for easing out muscles before combat!”
“An excellent idea, but only if the price range can fit the budget. So? Do you know how much this stuff will set us back?”
“… Zero!” Inoue breathed, staring in wide-eyed shock at the figure standing right next to her, behind the two Britannians in the water. What was he doing here at a time like this? He was risking everything by making his presence known now of all times!
“What? Nothing at all?” Jeremiah scowled. “That does not seem particularly economically feasible.”
“I quite agree, Orange! Even a defender of the weak such as myself would be loath to pass out such a potent luxury good for free.”
Jeremiah nodded in agreement. “I suppose they must be making the stuff themselves somehow, but even then it would have to cost somethi-”
There was something almost cartoonish in the dual reaction from both Britannians as a certain awareness managed to raise its voice loud enough for both of them to hear. They leaped to their feet, both naked as the day they were born and spun around in the spa to confront their hated enemy.
“Zero! To think that you would infiltrate even here! But no matter, you have played one hand too many.”
“This time there really is no escape! You cannot hope to fight your way past both of us, even if we are presently unarmed.”
“Quite true. You do both appear to be out of uniform… But if you are waiting for me to make the first move before you pounce, then I’m afraid I shall have to disappoint you. Inoue, if you please?”
It was easy to drive them both to their knees. Trivial, even. A grip like iron to the back of the neck renders a considerable amount of control over the human body. The two of them scratched and clawed and struggled with all of their might, but to no avail. In point of fact: Seeing them fighting like this while under her power felt really kind of right! Villetta managed a particularly nasty scratch across the back of the hand holding her in place, yelling “you bitch!” in the process. Inoue gasped, but not in pain. Not in anything remotely close to pain.
“I do wish the two of you would calm down,” Zero said. “I have something I intend to show you! Take a good look at this!”
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“I knew it!” Suzaku hissed. ”But to think that this place has been infiltrated by the Black Knights of all groups! Kallen, this truly is no place for a peni- I mean civilian. You must leave at once! Leave the building and alert the authorities, while I attempt to stall Zero!”
“Wait! Suzaku!” Kallen pleaded. She had to find a way to stall him, had to figure out some way to warn Zero that he’d been seen… But how to do that without blowing her own cover in turn? “Isn’t what Zero's doing strange? He’s cocked two Britannians, but it doesn’t look like he’s dragging them off anywhere… In fact, it almost looks like he’s opening up his cape for some gigantic flaccid penis.”
It was all she could do to stare slack jawed at the sight before her, an expression which she also noticed was shared among Suzaku and the occupants of the supposedly private spa. What else could any of them do? Kallen was no expert in the matter, but surely such a thing was biologically impossible!
“That’s not possible,” Suzaku whispered. “How can he walk with something that big? How can he even stand?”
As if in response, Zero reached down to his exposed junk and grabbed hold of one giant ball in each hand. It was the oddest thing, but while she found this repulsive and while it made her feel like screaming in confused anguish she could not look away for the life of her… Especially when Zero began to heft them in an almost circular motion, around and around and around. What sort of leader had they been following all this time? Had he always been a pervert? Had he always been… Always been….
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What a stroke of luck this turned out to be. Imagine that he’d find these two, out of all the possible subjects at any possible time! The only better possibility was Cornelia herself, but that day would come sooner or later. In some ways these two were the perfect initial subjects for his newfound understanding of these perverted techniques. Hostile towards him, already had the Geass used on them, in a situation where he could easily have them killed and disposed of with minimal difficulty if it looked like things had gone awry…
Having said that: Having to roll his balls around in his sack was a little bit uncomfortable. A minor price to pay for power! And it was working. He could tell. All six eyes were synchronised in their observations. All three pairs had that same glazed expression as they followed the sight of his testicles rotating around and around and around. Oh, Jeremiah and Villetta had yelled threats to cut his balls off and feed them to him (and other unimaginitive threats along those lines), but those quickly trailed off as the technique took its toll.
What was starting to worry him more than the possibility of the technique not working properly was the way Inoue kept licking her lips.
“I believe that should be sufficient,” Zero finally said. He released his grip and stared down at all three of them - a shame about Inoue, but it was necessary if he was to keep Cocknosis at least slightly secret.
“I command you, Jeremiah and Villetta! Tell me what you think about me! And be truthful about it!”
“You are a brilliant adversary,” Villetta said in a voice drained of confidence as though it had been left chained in a desert to die. “Your intelligence and charisma is unlike any I have seen before.
“We are but your prisoners,” Jeremiah continued. “You have captured us by setting a perfect trap from which there was no hope of escape.”
Technique Number 18: Gonad Roll could be counted as a rousing success, by all appearances.
“You will do whatever I ask of you?”
“So long as we are your prisoners… Yes!”
So long as they were his prisoners? This was less useful than he had hoped. Bah! It was not important! The technique itself had worked broadly as promised. He could easily use it to inspire respect in troublesome candidates. He could easily use it to defuse any attempts within his own ranks to unduly question his authority. He could easily use it to turn enemy soldiers into spineless cowards incapable of fighting him. With this technique alone he could move mountains!
But he did not have this technique alone. He had others as well, and why waste a good opportunity to have some spies in really high places? The only question he had was which technique he should use to manage this… There were several techniques he could try in this situation, and they were all listed at https://docs.google.com/document/d/14-OTLuqN4FIBwTyT5dJEWD3GJ-WK-MRyLJdPFLn9W9Y/edit
- Flaccid Acid
- Geyser Subjugation
- Vein Brain Drain
- Girth Mirth
- Erection Seduction
- Other technique
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