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Geass Returns (JamieXWitch)

Jamie_the_Brown

Jamie_the_Brown

Supernova
Joined
Mar 9, 2009
Several months after the death of Lelouch vi Britannia, emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire and ruler of the world, things had begun to change. People missed the power, the terrible charisma of the emperor, and so a group had started to arise. Its movements were small at first in remote areas, and now it was starting to build up steam, its home known only to a few, built by Britannians and Black Knights alike, along with various smaller resistance cells.

Halloway Felding, a mercenary attached to various resistance cells (even the Black Knights at one time in its earlier days), flicked off the auto-pilot on his Knightmare Frame, the Strata, as it approached the base of his enemies. "Time to go to work, Strata," he muttered under his breath, the Frame approaching the base at high speed.
 
"We've got on!" A man in a silver uniform behind a large computer terminal boomed. "One o'clock and it's moving in fast!" She roared furiously into the loud speaker. There was a heightened buzz of energy through the air. Pure Electricity as the same though ran through everyone's head -There's been a leak-. "All Units remain come, prepare for a full scrub" Was the commanders voice superseding that of the Watchtowers. No one part of the New World Order was ready for an attack on their headquarters. In fact no one else should have known about this place.

"Scramble" Sascha roared walking through the main hanger in her skin tight black pilot suit. "Get the Necromancer online, and make a full fall back of all other units!"

"Time until interception three minutes" The Watchtower was panic stricken.

Sascha ran a pale hand through her ivory hair before standing on the lift that would take her to the cockpit of the Necromancer. It was a custom Vincent with a Radiant Rave Surge Cannon that flourished from the left hand; molded after the Blacknight's Ace Guren. Armour was set low so as to allow maximum speed. And the only other weapon was a Slash Harken that extended from the right arm. Just like all Vincents of this class though it did have a float system. The Paint was custom, black with silver in a design of a bone structure.

"You're prepared for take off" A voice over the com link informed her.

Sascha pressed the key in, all systems were go. A small opening in the Hanger appeared and she pressed forward on the accelerator. In one Fluid Motion the Necromancer and it's sixteen year old pilot Sascha Tenebrea were away from the safety of the base and speeding head long to face whoever was coming towards them.
 
As he neared the base, Halloway was flicking through the controls on the Strata's HUD, re-checking every thing he could about his Knightmare's status. It was a custom craft with roots in Japanese built hardware. It was light and thin without so much as a float unit. Its weapons were two wrist mounted high frequency blades, along with magnetically sheathed knives on its hips. Small holes dotted the Strata which emitted high-penetration darts and small probes that were used to gather environmental data, as well as emit frequencies and programs designed to hinder his opponents via sensory overload. Everything else was designed for absolute ground mobility, having an incredible top speed.

"Hey, Big B, got anything on the scanners?" Halloway asked the headset attached to his ear. "Got one coming your way. Looks like a Vincent. Watch your ass out there, Hal," came the crackling voice of Benj, located in a trailer several miles from the enemy's headquarters. "Got it. Let's see what they can do," Hal said, releasing a probe from his shoulder... which flew out and exploded.

Designed for scrambling scanners and obscuring the view of his opponents, he hopefully took advantage of this and closed the distance between the approaching Vincent. He leapt over the expanding cloud of technological interference, coming down behind the Vincent, before he turned the Strata around, his Knightmare's leg lashing out at the Vincent's side.
 
Sascha pulled pulled back at the sight of the explosion. Scanners flickered. "I'm not naive" she grinned to herself. IT was a flash of the second that separated herself from the other Knightmare frame. Her Float system at max she gained ground and aimed her left arm down "Bring them in close!" She roared bitterly sending spear energy to her Radiant Surge wave. The eerie red glow forming freely in the left hand. She flicked on all communication channels "I don't you how you found us!" she aimed the raid beam at the enemy unit "But you're going to wish you hadn't!" she screamed into the mic as the right hand of the Necromancer send out its slash Harkens. The rocket propelled blade surfing through the air.
 
Halloway looked up as the Vincent soared into the sky. "Damn, she's good," he grunted under his breath. Her reflexes were like his... and she had a float unit, when he didn't. As the Radiant Wave Surge came his way, he released various probes from his Knightmare's body, and they started to emit blue waves of energy. It worked on a principle similar to the F.L.E.I.J.A. counter-measure, and with an expanding wave of purple sparks where the energy collided, the Strata went straight up. Its hands locked onto the Vincent, and soon Halloway's face appeared on her monitor. "Really now? Are you planning to hurt little old me?" he asked, brushing his blonde hair out of his face to reveal his Geass, which immediately went to work with his voice. Just his voice alone could make someone weak at the knees and horny... but being able to see him when he did it was much worse.
 
"I" Crimson fire, a red hue in the cheeks. The body reacting in a way it shouldn't in this situation. Fear, Hatred, pride. These were all common things to be rushing through the mind of the pilot. but this? She shook her head, the urge was treacherous. Painful even as no action made sense. Anything she did to pilot was against the will of the chemicals running through her body. "I plan on worse" she hissed in one last desperate move. The Clawed hand of the Necromancer thrust forward into the enemy unit. She deactivated her float system sending the Knightmare frame falling down onto the unit. When she crashed, when she was alive still. She shivered in heat.
 
Halloway grinned to himself as she deactivated her float unit... all according to the plan. Whilst they fell, Halloway rotated his Knightmare Frame so that they were falling in a way that Halloway landed, the Necromancer in the Strata's powerful arms. Powerful, virus-laden darts pierced the Necromancer, shutting down its regular systems, leeching its power out of it. With the Vincent disabled, the Strata turned, heading back towards the trailer where Benj waited for him; time to interrogate their new prisoner, and let her writhe in the feelings his Geass had induced.
 
"Won't" She shivered, speaking was a problem. Her words twisted into gasps as she spoke aloud. "Give in so easily" she shuddered, her legs pulling closed tightly together. She kept the power on low in the Necromancer and started hitting a series of keys. Every action was close to painful. Her will to combat the overwhelming lust was at its peak. SYSTEM LOCK the computer read boldly. She allowed herself a Grin HATCH LOCK, no code would break through her Necromancer. COM LOCK. Solitude...A wayward hand traveled in between her legs.
 
Halloway was yet unaware of the locks on her Knightmare; the Strata just used basic, ever-changing codes to break down the controls on other Knightmares. Typically, it worked mostly on older models, and Halloway really had no idea how to break into newer ones. Soon, they were outside of the base's reach, right next to the trailer Halloway's companion waited in. Halloway set the Vincent down, and tried to eject her hatch... to no avail. Sighing a bit, Halloway unsheathed one of the Strata's knives. It hummed with energy, glowing red due to its nature as a high-frequency blade, and he promptly dug it into the side of the Knightmare. "Come, open the hatch, we can talk face to face, right?" Halloway's velvet Geass-laced voice drifted into the Necromancer. "Or I can cut you out. Either way, I'm coming to get you," he said, prepared to cut her out of her Knightmare.
 
The com was off, and besides that there were inches of steel keeping her apart from the person on the other side of the hatch. Besides that, she couldn't be bothered to hear. The hem of her shirt was being held firmly in place by her mouth as her right hand rubbed and twisted the nipple of her left breast. She cooed softly as the fingers of her left hand ran the length of her moist slit to play with her clit for a second before she started slipping tiny fingers in her own body. A furious crimson streak ran across her cheeks as her hips slowly pushed closer to her fingers.
 
Halloway waited several moments for a response, yet unaware of her communications being offline. He wasn't used to horny pilots being as resistant as this one was being. "Ah well," he said, before the knife went cherry red. He dug the blade into the back of the hatch, slowly sawing his way through it, until he pulled the back of it off, revealing the pilot within. Sheathing the knife, the Strata reached in, plucking her out of her seat as the Strata's hatch slid open, the seat sliding out into the air. "Hey there!" Halloway called, voice dripping with the power of his Geass.
 
She looks up at him, panting. The shirt still tucked in her mouth. His words drive her closer to the edge. She leans back, playing with her breast more furiously. She rapidly pumps three fingers in and out of her wet slit. Her breathing increases dramatically. Her eyes still on him and she moans through the cloth as it fumbled away from her pale pink lips.
 
Halloway chuckled softly as he watched her go at herself like a dog in heat. "At least I know why you weren't answering me, now," Hal said with a grin, not really all that surprised. "Now, you want your old friend Hal to help you out with that?" he asked innocently, reaching down to the controls to bring her over to him, just out of his reach. Partly to tease her, partly so she wouldn't kick him. "Just don't hit me and I can make that go away... Or just cuff you and keep up the Geass," he said cheerfully. The pleasure denial alone would probably drive her mad.
 
"You're a worthless fuck!" She called out in anger before falling to her back. She pressed her heels into the ground and lifted up her hips slightly. Her fingers still playing in and out of her body. She moaned loudly, the crimson on her cheeks a shade or two deeper. "Make it stop..." she huffed, her fingers pinching her nipple tightly. "Do something" her voice was pleading "Do someone please!"
 
Halloway chuckled softly as he watched her writhe in the effects of his Geass... It was a devilish thing, able to control chemicals and hormones in others' bodies. It was initially designed as a way to increase his adrenaline, and pump up others... But it ended up causing people to become uncontrollably horny. Even he was not entirely immune, but he could suppress it in part. "Alright, if you insist," he said, reaching over to her. He grabbed her and pressed her against the controls of the Strata, just as he powered it off... He pushed her down over the controls, and unzipped his pants, pressing his hard cock up against her slit. "Do you want it?" he teased.
 
Her body was putty in his hands, she moved as he desired. Mainly because her knees were weak and her hands hadn't left her own body. She moaned as the tip of this strange man's cock was placed against her slit. Her fingers moved up to press her clit before she gave her ass a shake. Reasonably she wanted nothing to do with the man, she was supposed to kill him. Reason had left her a long time ago "Yes!"
 
Halloway chuckled softly, moving the head of his cock up and down her wet slit. With his Geass at its strongest, he spoke: "If you insist," before he bucked forward, spreading her sopping wet pussy around his cock, impaling her on his hard length. He drew out of her, almost to the tip of his cock, before he sheathed himself back inside of her, reveling in the feel of her around his shaft.
 
She gave a loud gasp as her enemy thrust into her. Despite her orders she couldn't help herself. She pushed her cute little ass back to accept his hard member. "Do-it...Do it harder" it was almost a whine. Her fingers curled tightly in on themselves and she pressed her hands to the metal of the Knightmareframe to gain balance as she was being fucked "Harder! Please" a bright crimson streak was spread across her cheeks "I need it" she gave her ass a shake.
 
Halloway chuckled softly as he reached below her, squeezing her tits once before his fingers hooked over the collar of her suit. He tore it down to her mid-section, the useless, torn cloth dangling beneath her, as did her breasts which he promtply squeezed. "If you insist," he said, pounding into her young, tight, wet cunt. Every word he said was layered with his geass... which would only be more unbearable as his cock was actually inside her now, thrusting fast and hard into her sopping wet cunt.
 
She gasped loudly, and this was before her continued thrusting his cock in her tight body. Her knuckles turned white as he kept herself up. Her body was rocking back and forth trying to get more of the strange man deeper in her body. "Harder-Harder-Harder!" she huffed almost angrily "Fuck me cunt harder!" she pressed her chest into his hands. Her legs slowly trying to peel apart to give him more access.
 
Halloway was surprised (pleasantly so) how eagerly she responded to his Geass; it was good to know his Geass was as effective as ever, anyway... He continued to drive her harder against the control panel of the Strata, hands squeezing her breasts, fingertips gently squeezing and pinching her rosy nipples. Meanwhile...

"What's going on out there, soldier!?" barked an older man inside of the base that Halloway had come to attack. "Er... it appears, sir, that she's gone turncoat," replied a young man, blushing as he stepped back from the scopes. "What!? Lemme see," growled the older man, stepping up to look through the scope... watching as one of their best pilots was bent over in an enemy Knightmare, getting fucked. "Er... well, then. Carry on, soldier," the commander said, walking away from the scope, pretending as if he'd seen nothing. The look on her face would visit his dreams for quite some time.

Halloway squeezed her tits one final time as he thrust hard into her, his hot cum fulling her tight, wet pussy, before he slowly withdrew a softening cock from her pussy. "Mm...great stuff," Hal said with a chuckle.
 
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