Story: Code Cocknosis

How many plans in human history could honestly be described as "Going well. We caused an orgy in a public swimming pool and got past the security setup by having our internal agents fuck them into submission using their giant schlongs and massive titties"?

However many it was, it wasn't nearly enough.

Lelouch strode on through the entrance with Kallen on one arm and Shirley on the other. All three of them had stripped off into their swimwear, for Kallen a bright red string bikini and for Shirley a rather spectacular black two-piece. All three of them were wearing masks.

"Looks pretty active," Kallen mused. "Wet t-shirt contest... A stripping pole... Cornelia was hell bent on using titnosis to enslave everyone that came, wasn't she?"

"Indeed, that would seem the case," Lelouch agreed. "Although it does make me wary. This stratagem is too obvious, and Cornelia fled with too much haste."

"You suspect a trap?" Shirley asked.

"I suspect all sorts of things," Lelouch replied, running his hands down the small of their backs and taking great delight in what he found underneath. Shirley mewled and clutched him tighter, while Kallen pulled away. Not in disgust, more like she was trying to keep things serious. "We must be cautious."

"If we're being cautious then why did we step into a trap like this?" Kallen asked.

Because of his pride. Because he was determined to make his move to stop Britannia. "Because letting Cornelia abuse this power will surely go badly for us in the long run," Lelouch said, keeping the other reasons to himself quite deliberately. "Better to stop her at the first given opportunity than let her do as she pleases."


"You three!" a voice yelled. "Wh-What's with those masks?! Take those off, right now!"


Ah, a security guard who had resisted temptation. Although the fool did seem a trifle shaky, so his willpower was far from indomitable. Still, Lelouch was impressed. The assets on display and the lewd behaviour had broken the will of almost everyone else in the park.

"But officer," Lelouch said, calmly turning around and squeezing a dollop of lotion directly onto Kallen's heaving chest. "We haven't done anything wrong. These are not masks, but rather swimming assistant tools, an evolution of goggles."

"Swim assistant- You really expect me to swallow that tripe?!"

"No," Lelouch admitted, stepping back and gently pushing Kallen towards Shirley while pulling her forward. "But it was enough of a distraction for the girls to get into position."

Kallen dropped to her knees and wrapped her massive tits around Shirley's fit legs. Her hands never came into contact with Shirley's skin, instead being held behind her back as she rubbed the lotion up and down toned thighs, all the way to her sculpted calves. At the sight of this the guard made several attempts to avert his gaze, but even that would not save him now. The sound of Shirley's whimpers and moans of delight, the gentle wiggling motion she adopted were as irresistible and inevitable as gravity.

"Honestly now, there's no need to be so pent up," Lelouch calmly advised. "Relax. This level of stress is unhealthy. You need to unwind."

"I won't fall for this," said the man blatantly staring at the erotic vision in front of him, breathing shallow, eyes beginning to dilate, and, oh dear, was that tiny bulge his manhood? "Cornelia warned us against this sort of thing."

Having had quite enough of that, Lelouch stepped around to the opposite side of Shirley from Kallen and slapped the side of his dick up against her ass. The guard's shoulders slumped and a thin layer of drool trailed out the corner of his mouth. "Then, my dear fellow, she didn't do a very good job of it, did she?" Lelouch asked.

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It would be a really good idea to take the Princess and leave. Unfortunately, so far Suzaku had only gotten as far as "take the Princess". It wasn't fair. All she'd done was look up at him with big, dewy, puppy-dog eyes, and then he'd become putty in her hands.

She may have also removed her bikini top and flashed her tits at him, but Suzaku was pretty sure that didn't factor into his decision to rail her from behind. He ran his hands along her hips, grunting and thrusting like a man possessed. Yeah. Her tits didn't factor into this decision at all. Euphie was gorgeous and so nice and her tits were the bottom of the list of reasons he was so attracted to her.

Then his hands wandered up to her chest. Okay, maybe third place. Then he squeezed. Second.  A big, firm, round and juicy second.

"Your Highness, we really should be going," Suzaku advised. "This- This sudden change of behaviour can't be a coincidence. If we stay then you'll be in danger!"

In response, Euphemia leaned back against him and clasped the top of his head firmly to pull his chin onto her shoulder, whereupon she nuzzled him cheek to cheek. "We'll go when I cum," she huskily proclaimed. Probably so sex drunk that she thought she was being clever.

Really, he ought to be carrying her away from all of this. He was strong enough to do it, but his body was working on automatic. She was so perfect. Every inch of her. Sublime, a goddess come from above to grace the earth with her presence. Maybe just a minute more. Maybe then he'd have the strength to take her away.

"Objective B acquired," said a red-haired Eleven, male, genitals exposed and giant. "Well, well! What do we have here? Hey, pal! Need some help brainwashing that princess?"

"Begone!" Euphemia hissed, protectively clutching at Suzaku as much as their position would permit. "I will not brook interruptions, find some other woman to pleasure with that... That..."

"Yeah, big, isn't it?" the Eleven said, cupping his balls and... And they were big. Huge. Staring at them made Suzaku feel completely tiny by comparison. "Hey, you keep tapping that ass while I soften up her mind. Okay? Stare at my junk. See how big and hard it is? Let your eyes travel from its big curvy head all the way along its shaft, right down the hilt and then back up again."

Suzaku blinked as he caught his own eyes doing exactly that. Ah! This must be - Just like how Euphemia and Cornelia could use their tits to ensnare the minds of the unwary, so could this man and his cock! Grk! Suzaku tried to lift up Euphemia so that they could flee, but his eyes wouldn't leave it. Even though staring made him feel woefully inadequate, he simply couldn't stop himself.

"You don't want to do that," Euphemia moaned, squeezing her tits.

"Oh, don't I?" the Eleven mocked. Soon enough he was joined by two others, another man and a woman. The man was just like the first, and the woman had tits a little smaller than Euphemia's. Suzaku didn't know where to look. It felt like his head was being pulled around against its will, forcing him to focus on their hypnotic genitals one by one as they began to rub them, slowly, in rhythm with one another. "Give up already. You're gonna help us re-establish Japan. Your hypno-tits can't match up to all three of us!"

"I said!" Euphemia loudly moaned. "You don't! Want to! Do that! Aaaah!"

At first Suzaku thought she was cumming, harder than before. That her mind had given up, succumbed to their hypnosis and fallen completely under their thrall. And why not, when he felt pretty damned close himself. What he didn't expect was for a sudden burst of white liquid to stream out of Euphemia's nipples, thoroughly drenching the trio before anything else could happen.

"What the -" the woman gasped. Reflexively, they all tasted it - and then fell over unconscious.

The effects of their attempted hypnosis quickly faded, but Suzaku blinked as he still felt a little light headed. "What just happened?" he asked.

"Last resort defense," Euphemia admitted. "My sister is so protective... If anyone tries to use cocknosis or titnosis on me, my body has been conditioned to release milk dosed in a potent incapacitating agent. Don't taste it! I hear it's delicious, but you'll be out for hours."

Oh. Well then. Suzaku supposed that did make a kind of sense. More than anything else going on right now at any rate.

"The only problem is, they're both twice as sensitive now, and will be for the next hour," Euphemia whimpered. "S-Suzaku, you had better take me to the security room. If I have to do that again then I'll be four times as sensitive. If this happens long enough they won't need to hypnotise me to get what they want, simply flicking them will be enough to make me go completely mindless."

"As you command," Suzaku grunted, and then lifted her up and dashed clear through the pool, heedless of the patrons and staff succumbing to the influence of the enemy. As he went, Euphemia squirmed with delight in his grip, but for now Suzaku did notice one oddity.

A trio of masked figures staring at him as he rushed away. In that moment, for reasons he could ill explain Suzaku felt as though he had just beheld a mortal enemy for the very first time.

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Cornelia was not an idiot. That point is rather vital to understand. She knew immediately that Clovis was being used to draw her away from the pool. Any fool could see that. The pilot in her personal Knightmare was not, in fact, her but rather her knight Guilford, who knew her well enough to mimic her piloting style and skilled enough to pull it off.

So the question becomes: Where was she? Easy. She was still within the security complex, watching the ongoing events with great interest. In particular focusing her attention on the masked trio heading towards the entrance. And for more reasons than tactical analysis.

"Not bad," she admitted. "On the basis of their bodies alone, they would be worthy of sharing my bed." She didn't notice how strange that sort of thought was for her to admit aloud. Prior to her use of titnosis, that kind of remark would have sounded rather appalling to her. Now, it was as natural as breathing. "Once I have reprogrammed them to serve Britannia, perhaps they shall even have that honour. So you decided to bring anarchy and chaos as your method of attack?" Cornelia chuckled and ran a finger down her neck and into the deep, seemingly endless valley of her magnificent cleavage. "Well, we'll see how long that stacks up against the power of organisation."

In they came, in through the door. There was little question to it, Cornelia was convinced. These three must be the leaders of this little soiree. And if they weren't, they'd still provide vital information. She watched with keen interest, absently flicking her nipples, as they put one of her highly trained guards under by completely smothering them in two pairs of breasts while forcing him to stare at the masked man's astoundingly huge shaft.

"Damnation," Cornelia hissed. "I'll need to step up security resistance! To think they could overcome it with sheer volume!"

No matter. They were let inside, and they all entered like the arrogant fools they truly were. Cornelia switched the camera view. If only they weren't wearing masks. Not just so she could identify them, but also because the expressions on their faces would have been quite priceless at the instant she pushed a button, and made a fence slam down over the door, trapping them inside.

"Ladies and gentleman!" Cornelia announced over the speakers. "It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for! The blindfolded wet t-shirt contest!"

The walls in the room slid down, revealing a dozen buxom beauties with blindfolds over their eyes. They were also behind glass, meaning that all possible measures of cocknosis or titnosis had been completely protected against. Cornelia smirked in inevitable triumph. Sooner or later, their eyes would peek open. They'd behold the wonders of titflesh, and then they'd succumb one by one, becoming slaves to her will.

"All hail Britannia!" Cornelia yelled, then bit her lip and threw her pretty head back in climax.

1. The trio aren't actually Lelouch, Kallen and Shirley. They managed to use a blind spot on the cameras to set up a switch.
2. The prisoners within the complex rescue them.
3. Euphemia and Suzaku accidentally rescue them.
4. Something else