Story: Fantasy Seduction Conquest

 

 This might be a surprise, but C.C. was a bit of a pervert. What, really? This pretty, snarky immortal witch was lewd? How absurd, what you suggest of this lady is quite impossible good sir, pistols at dawn to settle the matter of her honour!

Or so she'd suggest if you dared to intimate such a thing about her aloud. In truth, C.C. had long since grown bored of the world's typical pleasures due to her sheer longevity, and this had led her to seek out other pleasures to help pass the time. She had a nice body. Firm, fit, feminine. She had a pretty face. She knew how to be charming, she knew a great deal about human nature, and so she was an excellent seductress.

All of which made this little Fantasy Seduction Club quite... fascinating to her. A group conducting scientific analysis on human sexuality? Attempting to comprehend fantasies? She was tempted to contract with the president of this club to see what sort of Geass she might form, but - no. Risky enough to contract with Lelouch. Another Geass contract would help Charles narrow in on her position more easily, and she still hadn't forgiven him for how he'd handled that matter.

In any event, Stella had been kind enough to show her some of the equipment they were working with, the research they had performed. It was quite... fascinating. A few of the technical details were a bit beyond her, but it sounded in line with what she'd personally experienced over her many years. A potent form of mind control, the only more potent kind she'd see being Geass itself.

"This is very dangerous," C.C. had said while studying it. "And, of course, I should tell you now that I caught your attempt to give me a maid fetish with it. That kind of mental manipulation doesn't work on me."

"You <i>are</i> wearing a maid's uniform though," Stella said. And indeed, she was. C.C. shrugged.

"Because I make it look good," C.C. curtseyed. Then again, she made jut about anything look good. C.C. knew exactly how hot she was in the modern era - which was funny, because in the time she came from a physique like this was evidence of the lower class. Back then, the nobility liked women big and hefty, as it was a sign they ate lots of rich foods. Nowadays, a svelte figure like this showed you cared about your health, and had the time and resources to put into it. Funny how tastes change. "Bella, was it? Your costume design is second to none. Comfortable, functional, and very, very sexy."

"I aim to please," Bella curtseyed back.

Oh, but she wasn't finished dolling out compliments. "Lucia, your music has a universal appeal. It is clear you can select your genre and work towards creating a masterpiece with effortless ease. I believe the term is earworms? All the better for loading a test subject with subliminal messages. Don't think I didn't catch those."

After a moment, Lucia blinked and shook her head. "Terribly sorry, I was staring at your maid uniform. God, that body... I can't wait to see you dance to one of my tunes."

Continuing on: "Lily, even I thought that you were here because you didn't want to be. I almost fell for it completely, and that is no mean feat. As for you Miya, those breasts of yours are dangerous weapons, and it's clear you know exactly how to use them."

The two girls gave their own thanks, while Stella watched on approvingly. This allowed C.C. to return her attention to her current 'accomplice'. Lelouch Lamperouge.

Honestly now, C.C. didn't really approve much of this whole 'rebellion' thing. It would give him the chance to use his Geass quite a lot, that much was certain, but it also meant he'd get himself killed. No matter how intelligent he was, he lacked the real world experience to properly understand that Britannia was a symptom, not the disease.

She'd helped out so far, because it would help keep him alive. Keep him from doing anything dumb to himself, or getting captured, all of which would make it impossible for her to achieve her goal. To pass on her Code. to finally, finally be allowed to die.

So it felt a little gratifying to see him here, playing into the whims of the girl that has a crush on him. Kind of adorable, really. Seeing him sitting there on the floor, suckling on Shirley's breasts while dressed in the Ashford's girl uniform, no signs of his usual high intelligence present.

"Who is a silly boy?" Shirley asked, "That's right, you're a silly boy. Ah, silly boys keep licking my breasts, becoming sillier and sillier..."

"By my estimation, Lelouch now has two modes," C.C. said. Well, three actually, but she was hardly going to tell them that. "Lelouch Lamperouge and a horny silly boy." She tilted her head and nodded in appreciation. "Honestly ,this will be good for him in the long run. He was obviously sexually repressed due to long standing issues with his parents."

Meanwhile, Nina was sitting in the corner silently working on a computer. She was naked, save a lab coat, and the chair was making a faint buzzing sound. C.C. wandered over to check out what she was up to. Aha, it seemed as though she was writing a data analysis tool, to help the club more effectively track the effects of their experiments. Fascinating.

As for Kallen, she was currently being used as one of those test subjects, viewing a special video which - To C.C.'s estimation - was being used to give her a corruption fetish. Hrm... No, to heighten her corruption fetish. Make her crave being corrupted herself, or participate in corrupting others. Yes, that made sense. The club would surely like to have their new 'members' being fully and truly corrupted through and through...

Speaking of which, Stella was now linking arms with C.C. and pulling her aside. "Your resistance to our techniques is <i>fascinating</i> Miss, er, C2? Why don't we go to my office so we can discuss things a bit more candidly?"

By office, it turned out she meant 'sex dungeon'. Quite a fascinating room. Almost like stepping into an optical illusion. On the one hand, the room seemed tailor made for a healthy round of BDSM, with a table that had handcuffs attached to it in the middle. On the other hand, walk around it a bit and the intention of the room shifted, becoming something more like a classroom, as the BDSM elements were carefully concealed behind headboards or other furniture. Walk further still, and it becomes a bedroom. Fascinating, and genuinely impressive design. Intended to cater to a variety of fetishes at once. In fact, she felt sure that if you moved a few things around you could even cater to a few more.

It reminded her of this one Duke in Florence Italy, during the 16th Century. He had such interesting hobbies.

Ah, and now Stella was taking a rather dangerous move. She was hugging C.C. from behind while giving her a rather impressive hickey. Just the right suction in her lips to excite the nerves, attempting to distract from her wandering hands unfastening the uniform C.C. was wearing.

After a moment, Stella pulled away to put her lips next to C.C's ear, right as her uniform fell free from her body. "You are the most fascinating creature I have ever laid eyes upon," she said. "I can't read you at all. It's like I'm looking at a blank slate... Poured out into the form of a woman."

"Flatterer," C.C. replied. "Ah... is this an attempt at getting some research?"

"Not exactly," Stella replied, clasping handcuffs quite expertly around C.C.'s wrists, having her spun around and bound to the table in the blink of an eye. "I just wanted to figure out what breaks you."

"Breaks me?" C.C. asked, finding her feet quickly and promptly strapped apart, leaving her spreadeagled and naked in the blink of an eye. It had happened so smoothly she hadn't the time to stop it. This girl really knew what she was doing. "When you say 'break me'...?"

"I mean cause you such intense sexual relief that your mind goes pop," Stella chirped. "Teehee, oh, it's going to be so much fun figuring that out! Then maybe tomorrow I'll have you try to break me."

She opened a closet, and revealed an array of sex toys of all types,, all shapes, all sizes, all models. She ran her finger along the air in front of them, as though sizing them up for a purchase, before picking one up off the shelf. Itwas, let's not mince words, quite large. A strapon, with a motor attached. Stella pulled up a pair of wires, holding a button and a dial in each hand. The button was pressed, and the penis shaped protrusion began to piston quickly until she released it. The dial was turned, and apparently that controlled the intensity of the vibration.

"Presenting, the bitchinator 5000," Stella quipped, striding up to C.C. with it attached, smirking triumphantly as she lined it up. "Are you ready? I think you're going to like thi~is."

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"Say, wasn't Stella's office supposed to be soundproofed?" Miya asked out of nowhere, some half an hour later. "Only, I'm pretty sure I hear some <i>intense</i> cumming in there."

The other girls all smiled perversely, and nodded in full understanding. Stella was, shall we say, quite versatile in her lewdness. If someone had a fetish for something, she would usually be able to fulfill that fetish via expert roleplay. Her deviance often made Milly Ashford look like a chaste monk by comparison. Then again, Milly talked a bit game - but they were all pretty sure she was a blushing virgin.

"Well, I dare say that mysterious green haired beauty will have trouble walking for a few days if Stella is making her moan like that," Bella said. "In any event, this merely leaves three council members to put under our thrall."

"Rivalz will join the second he thinks he can get Milly into bed," Nina said, still typing away. "Suzaku will be a tough nut to crack, I'm not sure how you'll get him."

"Euphemia, duh!" Lucia shrugged. "Once that Princess has her hooks in him -"

The moaning stopped. You know, it was the kind of thing where there's a persistent buzz going on in the background, you kind of start to tune it out a little... but then when it stops you become keenly, excruciatingly aware of the silence. Everyone in the room turned to watch, as the door opened up, keenly interested to see what sort of state C.C. was left in.

And out she swanned, head held high, C.C. herself, while holding onto a leash that was attached to a collar around Stella's neck. The president of the club was, of course, completely naked unless you counted the butt plug with a tail attached to it, that she was making wag by wiggling her hips.

"Wha....?" Lily gaped, unable to believe she was seeing Stella in this condition. Actually, wait, this sort of made sense.

"She tried to break me," C.C. said. "It takes a lot more than merely intense sex to break me. She might have got into it a little too hard for her own good. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Mistress, Stella is a good bitch!" Stella yipped excitedly, licking at C.C.'s thigh.

Needless to say, but C.C. was getting a bit of a wide berth right now. Apparently, she'd simply taken everything that Stella had to give her, and taken it so hard that it had broken the person trying to break her. Which made so little sense, that it somehow felt like nothing else could possibly explain it.

"Shirley, I am borrowing Lelouch," C.C. said. This brooked no argument. Especially when Stella immediately went to tackle Shirley to the ground, and - well, Shirley was quite a dirty girl herself at this point, but she wasn't a shade on Stella. That girl had long since taken Shirley's measure, and knew exactly where all of her weak points were. Thus leaving C.C. free to drag Lelouch off hand in hand into what used to be Stella's office, but was now hers.

She set Lelouch down in a chair, it seemed as though he was starting to 'come around'. Switching back to 'Lelouch Lamperouge'. His eyes regained some focus, and settled on C.C.'s face as she leaned over him.

"Ah... C.C.?" Lelouch began to blink. "I had the most peculiar dream."

"Then sleep just a little while longer," C.C. said, her hand grabbing onto his shaft and giving a nice tight squeeze at just the right spot. No need to make a jerking motion here, with just the right amount of pressure it should be enough. "Hrmph, look at you here. Falling victim to something like this. And you thought you could take on the Empire...?"

Actually, he probably could. What an amusing thought.

"Listen to me carefully Lelouch," C.C. said. "You're only pretending to be under their spell. That's right. Pretending. So that you can usurp leadership of this perverted club, and use them towards your own ends."

"My... own... ends?" Lelouch burbled.

"That's right, you silly boy," C.C. said, now starting to add a little tugging motion. Not much, just a little, just barely enough to put him well and truly back under. "your own plot, your own schemes, your own plans. Corrupt the Empire from within, use this perverted club's hypnotic techniques to put others under your spell."

Hrmph. Repeat this a few dozen more times while jerking him off, and he'd honestly think it was his own idea. Honestly now, this would be so much better than that whole 'build a rebellion' and 'put my own life on the line constantly, risking everything that C.C. was hoping for'.

Also, she was going to get some pretty great sex out of it, so the whole thing felt like a win-win for her!