Slap! Slap! Slap!

Saber was on her back, lying upon Howard's desk with her dangling down the edge in such a way that made her throat into an almost straight line. The perfect position for him to fuck her face effortlessly.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh that echoed through the room was the byproduct of Howard's massive balls hitting against her face with every thrust of his hips. If Saber didn't have a spiritual body, and thus immune from damage by purely physical objects, she would be quite bruised by now.

But she was indeed immune from receiving damage by things that didn't hold a sufficiently strong spiritual component, so no matter what abuse was visited upon she would never be hurt.

That allowed Howard to escalate things much faster than he did with anybody else, even though he didn't have knowledge of this.

Currently he was squeezing Saber's slender throat, even though already quite tight on its own, marveling at how easily she could take the abuse.

Saber for her part was taking it like a champ. She had completely surrendered her mouth to her employer, though she had to hold herself to the desk to prevent his powerful thrust from making her body bounce around.

Other than that, she simply relished in having her Mana reserves being steadily replenished. Every now and then, Howard would just pump her stomach full of his thick semen. If the amount of Mana she acquired was proportional to the amount of cum she swallowed, she wouldn't have to worry about running out of energy any time soon.

Sadly, that wasn't the case and therefore she required multiple donations to increase her reserves of a noticeable amount. Fortunately, her employer was more than willing and capable to contribute to her noble cause.

Saber's admiration for Howard increased with each passing moment. She couldn't wrap her head around the sheer virility this man possessed.

'Except that wrapping my head around it is exactly what I'm doing in this moment," she thought amusedly.

His libido never seemed to run dry, nor did his stamina. Saber had lost count of how many time he had already cum inside her, but despite going at it for who knew how long he still hadn't gotten any softer.

Saber's experience was limited to just one other man, and the comparison, though she loathed to make it in the first place, just didn't hold.

Of course that meant very m̛ư̵̡c̸̕h̢ lit͝t̢le͜ in the great scheme of things.

It got her thinking though. Especially because in that moment she could currently do very little else other than ponder the situation and consider her own feelings.

The situation was regrettable, but it was beyond her control. She was doing what she was supposed to do, so her guilty for cheating on Rin and Shirou was quite subdued. She was almost at peace in the present moment. The only source of distress was the burning heat between her legs. Those dark flames flared every time Howard's cock was pushed deep inside her throat.

To be honest, she rather wished that her employer would change hole and stuck his fat cock right into her v̵͢a̴̵g͞i͞ņa҉҉ ̵͜pussy until it hit the depths of her womb as he had done during their first time together.

Now that she knew how to take it, she knew she'd be able to enjoy it a whole lot more. However, this entire affair wasn't about her pleasure, but rather about her duty.
As such, she refused to even consider asking about it and she wouldn't even use her fingers to try and please herself.

Recent experience told they would be useless in that endeavor anyway. Moreover, it would be undignified. She was supposed to see to his pleasure, not her own. She would not let her composure to be broken, no matter how much she craved to be stuffed down there.

Sadly, she could do nothing about the gushing arousal that poured from her nether lips and made a mess of Howard's desk, but the man himself didn't seem to care overly much if his pleased groans were any indication.

Even so she would have to clean up after herself once they were finished. It was the decent thing to do after all.

Just as he thought that, Howard pushed his cock one last time down her throat, shooting another dense rope of semen into her stomach. Saber felt his balls twitch against her face as pleasant heat radiated through her body.

'Verily, this cock is a weapon of mass destruction,' she thought. 'It is inevitable that women of lesser fortitude would break before its might. They can hardly be blamed for losing control of their actions.'

In the end, even the sturdiest of fortresses could be breached by a sufficiently powerful force. One could not accuse those within the walls for falling against a superior enemy. Such was the truth of warfare and of life itself.

'Of course, I am better than that,' she thought confidently.

She had chosen a path of self-sacrifice in the name of noble ideals. She would never put her own pleasure before duty.

As she thought so, Howard slid his cock out of her throat with a sloshing sound. Residues of semen splattered across her face, but she paid them no mind. She would be taking a shower soon enough anyway.

"Damn," he sighed as his cock started to deflate reluctantly. "You really dried me up, Saber. I didn't think you would manage."

Saber did not let the pride she felt at hearing that statement show on her face.

"I am merely doing my duty, sir," she replied after she pulled herself up to a sitting position.

"Still, it was an exemplar performance. Was it really your first time doing deepthroats?"

"Yes, sir. I had no experience with this act prior to this day," she said flatly.

"If it were anyone else saying that, I wouldn't believe them. You were born of this, dear."

Saber frowned, but did not refute that statement. It wasn't like it would do her any good and she couldn't explain why she could do something like that either.

The only thing that mattered was that she had done what she set out to do and it had only taken her... six hours. The clock showed it was already well past midnight.

"Is something the matter, Saber?" he asked seeing her shocked expression.

"No, I…. There is somewhere I must go immediately."

"At this hour? Surely it can wait until tomorrow."

"I really must go. I apologize sir, but I must take my leave."

"Saber, please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I…" she looked the fat man from head to toe and considered how much to tell him. "A close friend of mine got in a spot of trouble and I'm helping her sort things out. I was supposed to be with her but…."

"Oh, of course. Look, go take a shower. In the meantime I'll ring up my chauffeur. I'll have him drive you wherever you need to go."

"Sir, it is not necessary." she tried to protest.

"Of course it is, Saber. While our intimacy is a matter of… mutual needs, I would like to think we can also be friends, and not just an employer and his subordinate."

'Friends?' Saber didn't think Howard would consider her a friend in any capacity.

Surely, satiating his lust on her was his end goal. A friend was someone worthy of true respect and Saber didn't think it possible that anyone would truly respect a woman who used her body the way she did now.

However, what need would he have to pretend? He had already got what she thought he wanted for her. Indeed, there was no conceivable reason for him to lie, therefore he probably wasn't.

"I… thank you, sir," she eventually said.

"Think nothing of it. Now go get cleaned up. You'll find something that fits you in my wardrobe, I'm sure. Don't make your friend in need wait any longer."

Confused but nonetheless grateful, Saber went to do as instructed. There was no more time to lose.

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Howard's limo drove to the neighborhood where the sex shop was located. The vehicle pulled to the curb and Saber climbed out.

"Miss, should I be waiting for you?" the driver asked.

"There is no need. I'll be fine on my own."

"Pardon me, but this isn't exactly a safe neighborhood."

"Your concern is misplaced, my good man," she replied. "I will be perfectly fine here."

"Perhaps you do" he conceded, looking at her from head to toe one last time. "Have a good night, miss."

Then he drove away, leaving Saber alone on the sidewalks.

After showering at Howard's place, Saber had worn the clothes that fit her that she had found in his closet. Jeans shorts, flat heels ankle boots and a white t-shirt with the words "Party Girl" emblazoned on the front.

The shirt was a bit loose on the chest area, but it was the most modest thing she found in his closet. The shorts too were kind of loose, though they fit her waist perfectly. Whomever owned them before cleary had a more curvaceous body that Saber's.
She wasn't used to showing that much skin of her legs and if it had been a skirt it would have been too short for her tastes. However her clothes allowed her freedom of movement and that was all that mattered.

Now, all she had to do was finding that man, then she could have the answers she was looking for.

'Hold on, Rin. I'll be there soon.'

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"Hm! Hm! Hm! Hmmmm!"

The sounds of Rin's gagged moans filled the room along with the creaking of the bed she was currently lying upon. She was restrained, not because she might run or fight back, but because it entertained the man who used her body.

The reason why she had been moved to a bed wasn't to give her comfort, but because she would be harmed if they were to have sex with her elsewhere, considering the way she had been restrained. Lord Crawford had tied her arms behind her back in an uncomfortable way, which pissed her a whole lot.

She was a whore, yes. A piece of merchandise without a shred of human dignity, no doubt.

But that didn't mean she was worthless. She was high quality merchandise and she should have been treated with the proper amount of care.

Of course, that was just the beginning. He tied her legs as well, but not in the way she would have expected him to. He forced her legs upward until her ankles went past her head, and that's were he locked them. The legs that were her strongest feature and of which she had always been so proud of had been pushed away like they were nothing.

With her legs in that position her pussy was fully exposed and completely defenseless. She could exert no control over her body even if she had wanted to and Lord Crawford took advantage of that to the last, mercilessly pounding her wet cunt with his crooked dick and sending drops of her overflowing arousal flying across the room.

In short, it was hot as fuck and it made her already drenched pussy into an even wetter mess.

She had already cast away human pride and dignity, but now she had been stripped of all human rights as well.

Merchandise could not decide for itself. Its fate rested in the hands of its user, like any other inanimate object. It didn't matter whether it was a common tool or a million dollars sports car. It did not get to decide its own worth, nor how it would be used. A man could very well buy himself a Ferrari and never once take it for a spin. It would be a complete waste of money, not to speak of the car's potential and purpose, but so what? The car didn't get to decide. That was the fundamental aspect that separated people from merchandise.

That was the thing she knew she still lacked. She needed someone else to determine her worth and her use.

What she needed was a pimp.

Because she had a mind of her own, and thus agency, she had a part to play, of course. She had to do everything in her power to increase her own worth, making herself more desirable, so that her pimp could set the best price for her body and skills... or give her away for free and waste all of her efforts if so he wanted. .

Of course, there was just one person in her mind that could take up that role. Would he accept? Would he even bother considering it, or would he just tell her not to waste his time.

Because that was the crux of the matter in the end. If Gerard didn't see enough worth in her as a whore to become her pimp, then it meant that she had no worth at all and she might as well give it away for pocket change at a street corner.

Again, all she could do was making herself worth as much as possible, and in this occurrence that meant living up to Lord Crawford's expectations.

He had been using her body in any way he liked it, without caring a single bit about her pleasure, leaving her where she was when he was done, tied up in uncomfortable ways even for hours at times, and then returning and picking up right where he had left things.

This utter disregard of her needs make her feel completely degraded, which in turn fed her own arousal even further.

That did not mean she didn't find satisfaction, because she certainly did. Her orgasms were powerful and frequent, something that Lord Crawford didn't miss.

"Having fun, Miss Tohsaka?"

"It almost seems like you are enjoying yourself."

"Is this how a Magus is supposed to behave? Climaxing from an enemy's cock?"

"As I thought, Magi from the East are only good for things like these."

Those were the kind of things he told her whenever her climax made her pussy constrict around his cock and her limbs struggled against their restraint in orgasmic bliss.

She knew he was about to swoop in for the kill when he started removing the ball gag from her mouth.

"Fuaaah!" she exhaled when the obstruction was removed for the first time in several hours.

"So, Miss Tohsaka, is there something you want to say?"

"P...please..."

"Please what? You'll have to forgive an old man, but I won't understand unless you speak out clearly."

"Please... please don't stop fucking me! Pleeeaseeee!"

"Miss Tohsaka! What an uncouth behavior. Did you beg your boyfriend like this as well?"

"N..Nooooh! Shirou never made me feel like this!"

"Oh dear. When you put it like that it's almost like you think I'm better than your boyfriend."

"You are! You are so much better than him. Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

It wasn't even a lie, to be honest. Sexually speaking, Lord Crawford didn't have a fraction of Shirou's skill, but this was about behavior, not technique.

Shirou would never treat her like the degenerate cock-addicted whore she was, so in all likelihood anyone on the face of Earth could make her feel better than he would.

The knowledge that the one man that truly loved her would always be the worst of all her lovers made her heart throb lustfully.

He was being hunted by one of the most powerful organizations in the world because of her and here she was, begging one of the very people who wanted him hunted down to fuck her, and getting off on it all.

Sorry, Shirou. I'm going to be fucking other guys behind your back for the rest of my life and I'm dragging Saber into it too... Actually, forget it. I'm not sorry at all. I FUCKING LOVE IT! '

"Well then, Miss Tohsaka," Lord Crawford said. "Since you have seen the error of your ways, I believe I can indulge your whims this time."

"ThankYouThankYouThankYouoooohhh!"

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head when he slammed his dick back inside her pussy again. With every subsequent dark thought she brought herself to higher levels of arousal and merely have his shaft thrust inside her pussy was enough to send her over the edge.

'Becoming a cheating slut is the best thing I could have done with my life,' she rejoiced inwardly, while Lord Crawford kept giving it to her hard.

For an old man, he surely could fuck like a bull. Rin had no doubt he would be a returning customer in the future. Just like several other elders from the Association. All that pent up anger and frustration they held because of her would surely make for an interesting experience once they got their hands on her.

Honestly, that alone was more than enough reason to keeping showing them up at Magecraft. It certainly made for better motivation than something vague like reaching the Root or other nonsense like that.

Corruption of self and others, whoredom and assorted debauchery were her reasons for doing anything these days and soon enough they would be Saber's as well, whether she wanted it or not.

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While her Master plotted against her, Saber had reached her destination. The XXX Lounge.

The previous night, the man she had been looking for wasn't there and he wasn't at his living place either. She hoped that her luck would be better this time.

Fortunately she now had enough Mana to remain functional for a week if she didn't have to fight. Worst case scenario she could stake out his place until he showed up.

It ultimately proved to be unnecessary, as he found him sitting behind the counter once she stepped inside.

He didn't look up when walked in, busy flipping through a magazine of dubious content.

She advanced and only when he noticed a figure standing in front of his desk he looked up at her. Upon seeing her, his bored face changed into a leering smile.

"Well, hello there, honey. What can I do for you?"

"James Wright? I've been looking for you."

"What? Why? Who the hell are you?" His face changed from lascivious to hostile in the blink of an eye.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What's important is that you were the last known person to see Tohsaka Rin."

"Toshaker what? I have no clue what you're talking about, lady."

Saber reached into the pocket of her shorts and took out a picture of Rin, slamming it on the counter for him to see.

"This is who I'm talking about. Tohsaka Rin. I know you've met, don't bother denying it."

"Oh, it's that bitch," he replied, seeing the picture. "Yeah, I met her. Once. She didn't even tell me her name though. The bitch was too uptight even to introduce herself."

"What did she want from you?" Saber asked, ignoring the appellatives for the sake of expediency.

"What is it to you? Are you a bobby? Because I'm not going to say shit without my lawyer."

"Do you look like an officer of the law to you, Mr. Wright?"

"Heck, no! But I've seen weirder shit so I'm not going to tell you anything unless I know who you are and why you wanna know."

"I'm a friend of Rin's," she replied shortly. "She disappeared several days ago and you are the last person I know she talked to. What did she want from you?"

"Whoa! Hold it right there, sweet-cheeks. Let me make something clear, alright? I dunno where your friend is at. Yeah, she came to ask me about stuff that I couldn't talk about so I didn't tell her anything. Then she left and I didn't see her again, end of story."

"What did she want to know?"

"Sorry, I'm not going to tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Well, for starters I don't want to get involved in whatever mess your friend got herself into. Second, because after I'll tell you what she asked for, you'll want to know the answer to that question too, and I'm not going to tell you either, so let save ourselves much wasted breath, aye?"

Saber was growing frustrated. The unreasonable stubborness of this man was getting to her. She had sacrificed a lot just to get to talk to him. She would be damned if she left empty handed.

"Is there any way I can change your mind? If it's a matter of price, I can give you several thousand pounds."

"It ain't about money! Look, I'm out on parole, alright? If I talk I might lose my job and if that happens it's back to jail for me. So, yeah, you can keep your money. It ain't worth my freedom."

"I can promise that anything you say won't get back to you," she told him reassuringly.

"Yeah? You think the judge's gonna let me walk if I tell him that? I don't think so, lady. I'm sorry about your friend, but it's no problem of mine."

"I see. That is regrettable," Saber sighed. Negotiations had fallen through. That was a shame. "Say, is this store under video surveillance?"

"Wha-? Yes, of course it is. We're open in the middle of the damn night so of course we record everything."

"Good. Then should the need to justify yourself arise, you won't have problems showing that you were forced to speak under duress, is that right?"

"...pffft… Hahahahaha! Oh, that's a good one, lady. No one's ever going to buy that a little gal like you could- what the HEEEEEEELL!"

The man shrieked as Saber reached across the counter with blinding speed, grabbed the him by the shirt and tossed him across the store effortlessly.

He hit the ground like a sack of bricks and laid there motionlessly, having had his breath forced out of him by the impact.

Saber approached him like she didn't have a care in the world, but to James Wright's eyes she looked like a demon incarnated.

She grabbed him by his shirt again and lifted him with one arm like he weighed nothing.

"So, about those questions I had…."

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk! What the shit!"

"What did Rin want to know from you?" she asked, ignoring the way the man squirmed in his grasp.

"I work at the docks during the day. She wanted to know which warehouse I delivered some crates we off-loaded from a ship. I don't even know what the hell was in the crates but I knew better than telling. She grumbled a bit and the she left."

More likely he didn't remember spilling the beans. With hypnosis Rin could easily have removed the conversation from the man's mind.

"The warehouse. You will tell me where it is."

"Yes! Yes! I'll tell you whatever the hell you want. Just don't throw me again."
She let him down and he hurried to write down the location on a slip of paper.

"Here! This is the place," he said, handing over the address. Saber took it and memorized it for good measure.

"Very well. Thank you, James Wright. I know I have no right to say this, but I'm in your debt. I will make sure to repay you in the future, one way or another."

She turned around and left the premises, leaving behind a shell shocked man. He wouldn't be talking of that encounter anytime soon, even if he had video proof of it, he had still been manhandled by a girl girl half his size.

Saber stepped out in the streets of London and dialed Gerard's number. He picked up after it rang three times.

"Saber?" he asked, voice laden with sleepiness.

"I have the answer we were looking for. I know what Rin wanted from James Wright."

She quickly explained what she had learned. "I'm going to check out this place right away."

"Don't be an idiot, Saber! There's no guarantee that you'll find anything there and you might just cause whoever's behind it to go into hiding. Let me check out who that warehouse belongs to before going in, sword-blazing."

"... fine, but make it quick."

"Two days. I ask for nothing more," he promised.

"Understood. After two days I will go to that place myself, consequences be damned."

"Alright. Now let me do my job. I'll get to it immediately."

"Good. Call me back in the morning. I'm heading home now."

She hung up the line and started walking towards her apartment. Finally some progress. She didn't think Rin would be in that warehouse, but if she found a clue about what interest Rin had in that place, then maybe they'll get closer to finding her.

At least, that's what she hoped.

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