Story: Code Geass NTR

A year is a long time to think things through. Especially when you're a wanted woman. After the Black Rebellion failed, most of the members of the Black Knight were either killed or captured. Precious few went into hiding, went underground and started building up their resources yet again.

It was not easy. Lady Kaguya was the sole member of the Six Houses of Kyoto left, meaning their ability to build finance was at best limited, at worst resulting in executions. Still, they persevered. At this point their military was better equipped than ever, and all they needed was a spark to light the explosives of their next rebellion.

What they needed was Zero.

That was why Kallen was putting up with it. They needed Zero and so she had taken this crummy job at Babel Tower. A waitress. And just like all Eleven waitresses, she had to wear a stupid damned sexy bunnygirl costume that was riding up her butt like it was a motorway. All so the paying, wealthy Britannian customers could ogle at the forbidden fruit while grinning about how superior they were. And Babel Tower was truly the worst for it. Part casino, part gladiator pit. The stench of Britannia's corruption permeated every inch of the building. Over there were two Japanese brothers being made to fight for the amusement of the crowd, and that was the least of it. Kallen had seen what went on behind closed doors in this place, and only her thoughts of finding Zero had kept her from burning this building to the ground.

The only positive she could think of was that this would soon all be over.

"We don't belong here. Let's go."

"It's simple to figure out," said a voice she had not heard in a year. There he was. Standing there by some boy. Lelouch - No, Zero was right there in front of her. After all this time. She could finally ask him if he took this as seriously as he seemed to. If they were all just pawns to be played or if he truly intended to liberate Japan. "Just relax. Look there. The Britannians like ourselves are laughing and having fun. The ones who are being laughed at are the Elevens. You pretend not to notice but in the end..."

She tuned out the rest of the conversation as she walked towards them, trying to keep herself looking natural. It was so strange. She'd fallen in love with Zero, but the man behind the mask was an arrogant lazy genius. It left her wondering which of them was the real Lelouch. The unmotivated student or the charismatic leader? Which was the mask and which was the secret identity...?

Kallen bumped into him accidentally/on purpose, spilling the drink she had been carrying down his top. As expected he started, then moved to help her clean it up.

"I'm terribly sorry!" she mewled, putting on her most pathetic voice.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry," Lelouch said, handing her the glass. Huh. That ring was new, wasn't it? It briefly brushed Kallen's palm, and she could have sworn she felt something from it. Whatever. So long as they were being watched, she couldn't say what she really wanted to say.

"But I'm an Eleven and you are a Britannian student. This is unacceptable," she said. Ugh, gag her with a spoon. But it was worth saying. Her sole goal was to slip him a note asking him to talk in private. She made to hand him a handkerchief that had a card hidden in it.

"Well what do we have here?" said a gruff and cocky voice. Kallen suddenly felt a pair of fingers pinch her leotard clad butt, and she very nearly wheeled around to clobber the bastard right there and then! "Nice goods we have here, my my. You Elevens might not be strong but you can certainly build up a nice... Appeal, can't you?"

"I'm not for sale," Kallen protested. Blast it, not now! She had to stick close to Lelouch and - ah, this jerk made her drop the handkerchief! "Please let me go."

But if anything that made him even more determined to hold on to her. "The weak don't have rights," he announced as though it were a fact of the universe. "Don't you know who I am, little bunny Eleven?"

"You are Mister King, a noted chessmaster in the gambling arena and suspected mafia member," Lelouch suddenly said. Oh, how typical. She'd come here to save him, and now he was going to save her!

"Lelouch, be careful," the other boy said. "If he is mafia, then..."

"It's alright, little brother," Lelouch said, making a rather arrogant hair flip gesture as he spoke. Little brother huh? He really had forgotten about Nunnally then...? "Mister King, I originally came here to gamble with you. However, I have decided to use my money on a more worthwhile purchase. This girl will be a much greater investment of my resources."

King grunted, his lackeys gasped. Then gasped again when Lelouch opened a briefcase full of money, probably his stakes for the game he intended to play. No, definitely. That much money, Lelouch would not have it on him like that for any other reason. Only gambling, nothing else.

"That's a very ballsy thing you're doing," King snarled. "Taunting me like that? Saying that you'd rather have some slutty Eleven than a chance to tangle with a legend like me? You really are just a dumb kid, aren't you?"

Something in the air changed. It was subtle, but definitely noticeable. Kallen shuddered. THe palm of her hand throbbed a little. It felt like she was suddenly the one in control just now. King's grip on her wrist suddenly felt weaker than wet paper, and she slid across to Lelouch, hugging onto his side while his hand wrapped around her waist.

"That is exactly what I am saying," Lelouch remarked, moving his hand down to squeeze Kallen's butt. It wasn't like when King did it. This felt good. Really good. "Now that I see you in person, it becomes apparent that you are... Pathetic. A waste of my time. Taking your money would be like taking it from a child, and unlike you I do not prey upon the weak."

"Lelouch, maybe we shouldn't belittle the mobster while his goons are right there?" the fake brother insisted. Kallen disagreed. King was... Smiling? He snapped his fingers and like magic two buxom Britannian babes appeared on his arms, clinging to him much like Kallen was clinging to Lelouch.

"Ah, who needs some Eleven tail when I can get some higher quality Britannian chicks?" King asked derisively. "We're done here kid. Wander off home with your new toy. Remember to keep her well fed and clear out her cage, I hear Elevens can get unruly and make a mess."

Yet he did not move. King just stood there all smug and secure in himself. The same could be said for Lelouch, but... It felt different somehow. It was like watching a lion standing tall and proud on the edge of a cliff, not realising the very ground he was standing on was about to give way.

Of course, we know that they were all under the influence of the NTR ring. It sensed great pride in King, a certainty in his position and in his sexual appeal. These are things the NTR ring does not like in the unworthy, and King was not a worthy man by any means. So far it had merely been testing the waters, but now it would stage a special play called 'A King's Humiliation.'

"This student is twice the man you are," Kallen suddenly proclaimed. And then she did something that she would never, ever normally do. She yanked down Lelouch's trousers and his underwear in a single go, letting loose a monster far more mighty than she was expecting.

You could feel the emasculation growing within the room. It was a physical presence reaching out and touching the minds of every man that was watching. It whispered words like "inadequate" into their ears. It told them that this mere student was much more of a man than they could ever dream of being. As for the woman, it was telling them that this was a beautiful dick. That it was desirable, irresistible and yet also completely out of reach.

For Kallen the experience was mostly similar to the other woman. It just lacked that final detail, about this magnificent penis being out of reach. This was Zero's dick, after all. And what else was she but Zero's champion? She ran her tongue teasingly along the member while looking up at him, right in the eyes. Was it any wonder the girls at school went gaga for him? He was so effortlessly handsome and confident. Any woman would want him at first glance.

"You're the sort that's eager to please, aren't you?" Lelouch asked, patting her on the head. He chuckled. "I think we can all agree. You are far prettier than any Britannian woman here."

"Uh... Big brother, isn't this a little strange?" the fake brother protested.

"What's strange about it?" Kallen asked him. Though something in the back of her mind was telling her, yes, that's right. This is strange. Shouldn't someone have protested when she brought out Lelouch's genitals for them all to see? But these thoughts were quickly drowned out. "He's such a hunk I just can't help myself."

"Ooh, she's right!" a Britannian woman finally said, a rather blatant gold digger. She stormed away from the rich man she'd been clinging to until just now, then made as if to move towards Lelouch. "These other men are all losers! I want a piece of that."

"Not before me!" another would be gold digger protested. "Gah! None of these rich guys can get me off anymore! I can barely even feel it until they cum! Give me a big hard dick like that!"

"Ah, now ladies!" Lelouch admonished. "I'm sorry to say, but none of you are remotely to my taste. If you would stand up?"

Kallen did so. Somehow she could sense what he was aiming for and posed for the crowd, including the now whimpering King. The large man seemed somehow pathetic right now, and why wouldn't he? What kind of man feels good when he learns that a group of women specifically after money would rather screw around with a student than take a bite out of his wallet? And then on top of that, what kind of man feels anything but utter shame and humiliation when he agrees with their preference?

"Like what you see boys?" Kallen asked. Oh, normally she would hate being leered at like this but right now there was something so delicious about it. All the humiliated Britannian men biting their lips, staring at her with utmost desire. She leaned over and put one hand on her knees while pressing the index finger of her other hand to her lips. "This Eleven bunny isn't too naughty for you all, is she?"

They shook their heads. Kallen shifted position, revelling in the NTR power without even knowing it. She adopted a faux innocent look that she knew was the sexiest thing many of these men would have seen in years, and she could tell because of the rather obvious damp spots forming in the front of many of their trousers.

"I mean, I am just a lowly Eleven and you're all such strong Britannian men," she baby-voiced. "I'm sure you could all get much prettier girls than an Eleven like me."

"N-no, we couldn't!" King snapped. He dropped to his knees and prostrated before her. "You're so sexy, I can't handle it! Forget these whores, you're the one I want! No other woman will ever satisfy me again!"

"Oh, I don't know," Kallen twirled her foot on its heel. On hearing that, many of the women were deeply conflicted. You could see it in their eyes: On the one hand they felt insulted, but on the other they didn't mind anymore if King found them attractive. "You said really mean things about me." She slipped the foot out of the stupid, uncomfortable high heel and lifted it out towards him. "How could you ever make it up to me?"

King practically dove across the floor to grab hold of her foot. Kallen waited until he was inches away, then pulled it out of his grip and kicked him hard in the side of the face. He slid across the floor, then sat up ad stared at her totally lovestruck. He was now well and truly stuck in the final stages of NTR, and at least a couple of the men and women watching in the audience were about a minute or two behind him.

"Punish me more!" he begged. Pathetic. Kallen turned around and locked arms with Lelouch. "Ugh! Ignore me more! You're so perfect, I can't stand it. Everything you do is turning me on!"


"... This was not how I expected today to go," the brother said. "Wow, big brother. You weren't kidding about the adult world being dangerous. But... How are you going to make money now that you've bought one of the waitresses?"

"About that," Lelouch said, patting the suitcase he was carrying underarm. "They were all so spellbound by her delightful performance that the owner to this place let me take the money right back, and nobody even noticed. Although we should probably leave in case he does notice."

"You don't mind if I make a suggestion, do you?" Kallen asked.

"Please do."

"Put that weapon away?" she nodded to his still exposed penis. Honestly, as much as she wanted to have some fun with him it would hardly do if Zero reintroduced himself to the masses with his junk out. "You could poke someone's eye out with that thing."

Not that it especially mattered all that much. Because just at that moment the ceiling collapsed. It seemed as though time was up. Time to drag him off to meet C.C.

1. Meanwhile, the NTR ring glittered mischievously.
2. What does Lelouch make of all this?
3. Back at Ashford, Milly tries to encourage Shirley to seduce Lelouch.
4. Villetta reviews the recording of Lelouch's first time.
5. Kallen tries to bring Lelouch to C.C. Somehow the NTR ring influences events.
6. From here things progress as normal until Lelouch gets his memory back. What then?
7. Something else