In legal terms, this building belonged to a duke. A rather unpopular one in terms of personality, but an influential one nonetheless. He was the sort of person that liked to show off his wealth and power at any opportunity, given any excuse. He hated Elevens for the same reason the powerful often hate the weak: He believed that they hated him because they were envious, so he felt rather justified in hating them right back.
In the privacy of his own home, he tsked and tutted at the sight of Cornelia so brazenly flaunting her prodigious assets. Impressive they may be, but this was no way to conduct oneself in public! Instead he felt quite strongly that they ought to simply round up all the Elevens, pick out a few hundred of them at random and put a -
The bell in his room rang, and his eyes immediately glazed over. He rose his corpulent form in an almost mechanical manner, not bothering to hide the rather blatant erection he was sporting underneath his clothes. He strode right on past similarly bespelled maids. A bunch of pretty young things that he hired pretty much exclusively for how they filled out their uniforms, because they'd surely learn some useful skill sooner or later. If they wanted to keep the job, it didn't much matter to him what kind of skill it even was.
Anyway, he would normally take the time to look over their luscious legs or titillating, ahem, tits while in their approximate vicinity. Not so much today. His eyes were focused straight ahead of himself. No seeming awareness of his surroundings beyond the fact that there was a door here, the corridor went this way, there were steps down here, a locked door down at the bottom and a pair of figures within that required his immediate attention.
"What is thy will?" he asked the dark-skinned, silver-haired woman with the frankly obscenely massive cock. He did so with surprising enthusiasm in his voice, especially when you'd need scientific instruments to detect any trace of emotion at all in either that or his body language.
"His Highness hungers," Villetta calmly replied. Calmly, yet there she was stroking her dick while the Duke watched in silent appreciation. "Bring him another maid, and his evening meal."
"At once, Baroness Nu!"
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It had been about a day by this point. At least a day since she'd encountered that boy and fallen under the spell of his amazing, perfect, flawlessly massive dick. She had mindlessly followed his commands. Led him directly to Prince Clovis. Assisted in capturing him. Bringing him in secret to this duke's house. Helped him brainwash the Duke and his staff, comprised entirely of hot, legal (still under twenty), sexy Britannian girls. Then stuck the Prince in the basement where they would await further instructions, relying on the Duke's hypnotised staff to keep everything secret.
During the time since, her mind had started piecing itself back together again. She remembered who she was. What she wanted in life. To become a Baroness so that her future children would have the necessary titles passed on to them, ensuring that her line would endure with strength.
She remembered being a loyal Britannian Knight. She remembered that the very concept of betraying Prince Clovis in the manner that she had was absolutely abhorrent to her. She remembered all of this, and even though she had a gun, a copy of the master key to every room in the house and everyone in it obeying even her slightest whim she made no effort to escape.
As to why, the answer might come to you when she came all over the tits of one of the bustier maids and sighed in relief. Her shaft had been aching for relief for at least the last half an hour, and the relief - Oh, the blessed relief!
"Did I do well, Baroness?"
"Absolutely," Villetta said, patting the pretty young thing on the head. "Get yourself cleaned up, then return to your regular duties."
"Of course!"
Off she went, with Villetta trying desperately not to appreciate that extremely fine and sexy feminine figure, and in the process failing utterly. Damn. Damn, damn. And furthermore, damn. That was confirmed then. The tenth time she'd tried to simply leave or call for help. The tenth time she'd had to get herself off, yet could not do so until she was back in the room.
It was official. She was prisoner and guard both at once. Whatever that boy had done to her had been extremely thorough. Even though she knew that she should not be doing this, her own body felt amazing doing it. Villetta couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled like this. The sexual euphoria was intoxicating, and that was the really insidious part of it all. How could anyone say no to these amazing feelings? How could anyone hope to resist -
"OHHHHHHHHH! I never knew it could be so gooooooood!"
Ah. It appeared as though His Highness had finished giving another screaming orgasm to another of the pretty little maids attending to their every whim. Even before... This development Clovis had a reputation for having a steady line of lovers at the foot of his bed. There was a legend that quite often, once his most recent could walk again she would stagger back to the end of the queue. That was presumably even before he'd used - whatever this was - to enhance himself to even greater realms of possibilities.
Two other maids carried out another that looked like she was in serious need of rehydration. Such an insidious trap that they had fallen into. She thought for a moment to dispel the illusion cast upon His Highness, but even that thought was enough to make her dick twitch in a rather uncomfortable manner.
"Did you enjoy your, ahem, meal?" she asked through the door.
"Absolutely!" Clovis replied in exaggerated falsetto. Villetta had to wonder. Was he, like herself, aware of the strangeness of their behaviour? Was he only behaving this way because following these instructions felt too good to ignore? Either way. She peeked inside. He was lying on his assigned bed. Monster cock lying limp and flaccid for anyone to see. After all. That maid uniform didn't exactly fit him all that well.
He smiled a charming smile at her, and she winced a little at the absolutely feminine body language he was adopting. It really, truly did not suit him at all. "You know, Baroness, there are times I wish I had a big, huge, strong dick like yours. Then I'd be able to really satisfy all the ladies out there! Or maybe even use it to hypnotise people, just like my dear little brother."
"Of course, Your Highness," she said. Which was rather the point. Clovis appeared to remember that whole cocknosis thing, but didn't recall in the slightest that he himself had a cock capable of hypnotising the unwary. She opened her mouth to try to remind him, but the only noise to come out was a scrambled gasping noise that Clovis completely ignored.
"By the way, has there been any word from my dear brother?" Clovis asked. "I was rather hoping he might come to play with us a little more today."
"Nothing yet," Villetta replied. Her heart honestly and earnestly skipped a beat at the idea. Even the idea he might contact her by phone to give them more commands was making her impossibly hard. "I'm sure he'll, ahem, get to us eventually."
"That's fine," Clovis said, lying back on his bed. "There's plenty of sexy young ladies to keep us company while we wait. Maybe I'll even let you plow me with your dick, if you're good!"
It was a funny thing. This time last week, something like this would have seemed utterly nightmarish. Today? Here and now? Villetta had to wipe a small trail of drool from the corner of her mouth. Cocknosis really couldn't be beat, could it? At least not by someone like her....
- Suzaku has a threesome with two hot Princesses.
- Suzaku gets cockblocked somehow.
- Lelouch tries to come up with a plan in between all the sex he's having.
- Lelouch contacts the duke's house for further instructions.
- Something else
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