Chapter 1: Noble Games

It was another night at the Stadtfeld household. Kallen never really identified by that name, it was a symbol of the Britannian Empire. She went by it in public, and others could only regale her with awe as a beautiful noble, elite and perfect. But she could only regard it with contempt, a shackle of colonial rule and more humiliating than a brand upon her flesh.

Nobody there could see that on her. Not in general, and certainly not tonight. For this evening at the Stadtfeld manor, there was a big party being held. Everybody was dressed up to impress in these shining halls of golden light. Noblemen, ladies, they all looked fancy and wonderful.

Kallen herself was no exception. She was dressed in a flowing red dress that was stylish enough to be modest, with a long flowing skirt that would be the envy of any lady of the court. Yet it cut off low at the bust revealing her beautiful breasts, it was sleeveless with long gloves to tease so many fancies, and the bottom was cut off at the sides to allow everyone there a peek at her lovely long legs. The sight of her so regal and beautiful was something that would make Charles himself covet her in hot lust and make her the next member of his harem.

But if the Emperor himself were to show, he would learn quick the limits of his station. It was natural for a woman of her privilege and beauty to attract so many admirers and suitors, many of them far more ambitious and cunning than even that man who understood the true nature of the world. And she had her pick of the litter.

Yet she knew what kind of people were. All too happy advocates of the empire, and very willing to spit on Japanese as they saw fit. She was half Japanese, and though her public name was Stadtfeld, she identified with her mother’s name of Kouzuki. If she ever wore her true heritage proudly, either these louts wouldn’t believe her, maybe even think she was playing some game with them or they would openly degrade her as spouting nonsense and not right in the head. No matter what though, she knew her mother would suffer.

For that reason alone and many more she kept her true beliefs quiet. So many noblemen tried asking her for a dance or something more, males of all ages, and she refused all of them. They dressed finely but she knew they just wanted her for some fun. And for whatever dignity and finery they wore, she could see right past it, knew them for what they were. It was only in such surroundings that their smiles held no darker meaning past it. In all others, they would dine and sip as they pleased while watching the deaths of so many under him and they would laugh about it.

But even in such beautiful arenas, there was trouble to be had. As she was walking about the manse, a certain someone caught her eye. He wasn’t a nobleman. But he stood out intensely to her.

It was Lelouch. He was dressed up in the finery of any Britannian nobleman, even had on a wig to disguise his dark hair. But she still recognized him. Yet he was much a stranger to her in these kinds of places. She knew he didn’t belong here.

Others at the party did not share her sentiment. The various noblewomen in attendance had their eyes on him and were making passes at him. He would smile and politely decline. Some of them would leave the issue be, but not before pinching his cheek and leaving him with a parting remarks. There were more though who were quite insistent that he spend the night with them.

At that point in time, three of them had gathered around him. They all looked beautiful enough, but it was hard to tell their ages with all their makeup on. He was trying to leave them, but they weren’t letting him. Fortunately for him, they were busy squabbling with each other on who would get to have him first.

That gave her an opening. She made her way to them. “Excuse me ladies! But you are quite rude to be harassing my guest of honor.”

All three noblewomen froze up and looked at her.

“This young man is yours?”

“Yes he is.”

“Why I am quite sorry Lady Stadtfeld,” said another. “I had no idea that this ... this young man was your...” She smiled and blushed before looking at Lelouch’s face again. Even someone as stoic as him was alarmed at the look she was giving him.

“He is that too!” Kallen said. “So for that reason, I’ll be taking him with me now.” She grabbed Lelouch’s arm and yanked him forward.

“Have fun you two!” said the last one.

Some people looked at the both of them. Especially with how forcefully Kallen was dragging Lelouch. But in all the commotion of the party, it was quickly forgotten. She led him back to a separate room away from the main event.

It wasn’t dark on it’s own but it was still darker than the rest of the party. Only a few lights here and there. “What are you doing here?” Kallen said and snatched the wig off his head. “I don’t know what your deal is but stalking me like this...!”

“Stalking? Get over yourself. I didn’t come here for you, Lady Stadtfeld.”

She had been listening intently to his voice the whole time. That time they met at the Ashford campus left a strange impression on her. She still didn’t know how he would begin to know about the Shinjuku incident. And then he was here.

“Don’t call me that! Listen, I don’t know why you’re here, but you’ve got some explaining to do!”

“Ask away. I’m at your disposal, Lady Stadtfeld.”

She grimaced at him ignoring her hangup about her name. But if he didn’t want to be polite, that was fine. She would be just as flippant.

“What are you doing here Mr. Shinjuku?”

He ignored the jab at him and instead answered her question directly. “Oh me? I put a nobleman in his place when it came to the king’s game.” He took a box out of his robes and holding it up to her, opened it up. She was surprised to see it was just a chess set. Then just as fast he closed it back up and put it back where it came. “We made a bet. But he was feeling stingy. He had a collateral offer, and instead decided to make me act as a double for his wife while he decided to do whatever nobles like him tend to do. I didn’t expect for his wife to take an honest interest in me!” He snickered. “But birds of a feather flock together don’t they? He’s probably off fucking some whore in the ghetto right now.”

“You shouldn’t play against the nobles like that. Someone like you? You cross the wrong person and they’ll make you disappear.”

“It’s what I have to do to provide for my sister. Usually the nobles are willing to pay up. A time like this is an exception. I figured the woman herself would know where their safe is and share some cash with me if I asked nicely. But she seems to be quite in on my disguise. Clearly she just wants to use me for something else. Who knows if she’ll actually live up to her part of the bargain?”

She eyed him warily. She still didn’t trust him. But she didn’t like the idea of some honest person struggling and trying to make a living either. And she didn’t like the idea of fitting the stereotype of a typical noble of Britannia.

“Fine, if that’s what it is, I’ll give you something. Just let me get to my room and I’ll give you some jewels that will keep you and your sister afloat for a good long while.”

His face lit up from his normally smug grin to an honest smile. “Thank you! It is most appreciated! Providing for my sister is only the start of my problems but every little bit helps...”

She remembered her suspicions about him. His voice did sound similar to the mystery man at Shinjuku. And then there was that command she gave him.

But his demeanor was like none of that. She knew that this whole thing might have been an act. Yet even if he was the mystery man from Shinjuku, she realized that there was a lot in common between them. Two strangers forced to put on an act.

“Why it’s my pleasure Mr. Shinjuku,” she said. “As a noblewoman, it is my duty to help the less fortunate.”

He winced at her using that name but didn’t show it. “A noblewoman indeed. You are beautiful on the inside as much as you are on the outside.”

Nothing like the man back at Shinjuku. He can’t really be the same one! Her suspicions were beginning to fade. Maybe it really was just a big misunderstanding.

And so with that paranoia gone, she began to regard him as just some guy her age. She realized she liked the way he looked. She had taken him away from those noblewomen. She decided she’d give him more than some treasures for the road.

A blush crossed her face as she let a naughty smile cross her face. “Come along with me. You came here to serve a lady of the court didn’t you?”

He was about to make a parting remark more in tune with the sort of man he really was when she grabbed the collar of his outfit and kissed him right on the lips. For all his cunning and the recent events, that one still floored him. It wasn’t just her sudden ardor, she was also holding onto him very tightly, pushing against him until he was right at the wall. He remembered how Rivalz had told him she was very frail. Lelouch was learning the exact opposite was true. Even with his lack of physical activity, he knew she was anything but weak.

As he was getting used to the situation, her tongue slipped into his mouth. He knew how to rally a crowd, he knew how to plan, but he didn’t know how to handle a woman being so vicious with him. His Geass no longer worked on her. But in this quiet darkness alone with her much like that battle at Shinjuku, totally at her mercy, it stirred an exciting feeling he hadn’t known in quite some time.

Her hands went down to his crotch. Already enjoying this more than he anticipated, he found himself rising to the occasion very fast. She felt it too, and massaged it slow and sensually. No longer feeling in any sense of danger, he kissed her back as best she could.

Kallen herself hadn’t kissed many boys herself. But it was her passion that was getting to her right now. She didn’t care how awkwardly Lelouch was twisting her tongue with hers. All she cared about was the intensity of this moment.

He was getting hard in her hands. She broke the kiss, a single strand of spit all too easily snapped away. She looked into his eyes darkly. Up against the wall, he gasped from the intensity of her massage, and he just started moving up and down in a very female motion.

“You like this Mr. Shinjuku?” she said.

“Y-yes. Yes! Yes Kallen!”

“No, no. Lady Stadtfeld.”

“Yes Lady Stadtfeld...”

Lelouch couldn’t contain himself anymore. He pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her ample bosom to his advances. Kallen was taken aback from his wanton advances, it was the first time a guy had ever seen her naked tits. She was about to say something when he started sucking all over them.

She was paralyzed with alarm. She couldn’t believe that her little interest in this total stranger had gone this far. She knew she should have said something to reassert her power over him, especially now that she was alone with him. But he was practically devouring her tits. Along with her shock, there was a growing warmth in her chest.

Before she realized it she was up against the wall this time. She had to throw her head back and moan, she couldn’t believe getting her tits sucked would feel this good. Her nipples were getting hard from the frentic energy of this encounter and his tongue was licking all over them. She bit her lip to prevent another cry of submission from escaping her, but she was still forced to let out a low whine.

As good as it felt, she didn’t want him to win. Whatever she might have thought of her noble upbringing, she was as haughty as the rest of them. And the only kind of kinky roleplay she really wanted now was the kind where she was victorious.

His teeth barely grazed one of her nipples. She grit her teeth from how good it felt, in the back of her mind it felt so good. She knew now if she didn’t take action, she would be doing whatever he wanted.

She slammed her hand on the lump in his pants hard. That made him stop and look back up at her. She slowly massaged his weak spot, rewarding him for his compliance.

He looked her right in the eyes and activated his Geass. “Stop,” he said.

She didn’t. “I’ll stop if you do whatever I say from now on. Agreed?” She clutched him harder. He was so sensitive that her grip was almost painful.

“Fine.”

“That’s a good Mr. Shinjuku. Now come along,” she said roughly. She let go of the lump in his pants and grabbing his wrist. “There’s so much more fun to be had.”

Before he knew it, she was pulling him. He didn’t know where she was taking him but he didn’t care. He was ready to fuck this girl like crazy.

She pulled him to a dark room. She closed the door and slammed him up against the wall and started kissing him again. Her naked breasts were rubbing up on his chest and with the strength she was using on him, there was no way he could turn the tables on her this time. Without the aid of his Geass and at the mercy of this powerful woman, he felt so powerless.

Then she broke the kiss again and looked at him. To be so helpless at the hands of such a beauty, it thrilled him. She massaged the lump in his pants again.

“Do you want me to fuck you up?”

“Yes...”

“Or are you already fucked up and just don’t know it?” She began to tighten her grip on his manhood again. Not enough to be painful but it would catch his attention. As expected, he squirmed in her grasp.

“Yes, I’m fucked up! Please just...”

She relented and playfully ran her fingers along his shaft. She pecked him on the cheek and then her lips were at his ear. “Close your eyes Mr. Shinjuku. We’re gonna have ourselves some fun. And don’t open them until I tell you or I’ll punish you real bad.”

He did exactly as he was told. He heard her walk away, heard the sound of her dress unzipping and falling to the floor. He heard her open her closet and pull out something. He wanted to disobey her, to see her naked body. He was no fool but nobody would blame him for hearing a naughty little voice in his head telling him to take a quick sneak peek.

No amount of strategic cunning would deny him this treat. He turned his head and looked. Her dress was lying on the floor next to her. He could see her naked backside.

That wasn’t entirely true. She wasn’t anything resembling clothes anymore. But she wasn’t exactly naked either. She had gotten on some fetish bondage gear, a set of iron rings linked by leather straps. Her big ass cheeks spilling through one of the hoops, her well sculpted legs were in thigh high leather boots, and her fine back were exposed to his eyes. He couldn’t do anything but stare.

He knew he should have looked away. But nothing would compel him to ignore this treat. He really should have known better, he was going to be getting a piece of her soon enough anyway. That didn’t keep him from ogling her.

Too late. She looked back at him. Her expression was blank. He didn’t know what to make of it.

Then she turned around completely. Her naked full breasts were hanging out, nothing he hadn’t already seen before, but bound within the leather straps were even bigger than before, and the same strap that was between her asscrack was wedged between her pussy. For several awkward moments, there was nothing but silence. Then she smiled and his heart dropped.

“Oh Mr. Shinjuku, that’s not very nice. I was going to treat you like a gentleman after I heard your story. But now I know you’re just a dirty little pervert.”

“What...?” he said, blushing. She picked up something and then he heard a lashing sound. “What is that?”

“Come here Mr. Shinjuku. It’ll be easier if we just do this now and get it over with.”

Gulping he did as he was told. As he got closer to her, he realized he was in her bedroom. He didn’t have too much time to observe, not when she actively grabbed his wrists and moved his arms up. He realized that she was tying him up. He struggled, but a weakling like him against a tried and true soldier like her, he never stood a chance. It wasn’t long before he was hanging up from the ceiling.

“Now then Mr. Shinjuku, it’s time for your punishment. Don’t be too loud. Because then, it’ll never end.” She licked her lips and he was both turned on and terrified at once.

She struck using the riding crop again. “Have you been a bad boy?”