Rin climbed on the train on her way back from Gerard's Workshop. Her mind was still dazed from the encounter and her body was tingling pleasantly.
Honestly, she was still surprised how things turned out to be. Just a few months back she reluctantly stepped on her pride and asked Gerard, a man she loathed, to use her body for his sexual-oriented Magecraft in exchange for Prana and money.
It was prostitution, plain and simple, although one with a greater purpose other than mere profit. Back then, that purpose was the only reason why she could still live with herself while doing what she did.
In time, however reluctance turned into acceptance and with that mental barrier shattered, here habit had forced her to acknowledge that her body enjoyed the act regardless of her moral reservations. in fact, she realized she liked it so much she went out of her way to act provocatively in public for the mere thrill of it.
Enlightenment. There surely wasn't a better way to put it. Honestly, when put into perspective, Rin really couldn't understand why she hadn't see it sooner.
For Magi, making use of any and every available resource to advance their Magecraft was a dogma, to the point that risking their life for it was an daily occurrence.
Under that logic, her body too was an asset.
For that reason, selling it out to accelerate her agenda was not just acceptable, but correct.
This was the conclusion she had reached when she left Gerard's Workshop that evening.
Sure enough, she wasn't about to make it a public statement. Just like her life as a Magus had to be kept from most people, certain individuals weren't meant to be privy to this side of her.
It wasn't dishonesty on her part, merely a necessity of life. Hadn't Saber founded a kingdom worthy of legend on the pretense of being a man? Surely, Rin could get away with pretending not to be a whore.
With the fact established, what did it matter if going behind Saber's back made her even more excited? Was it bad? Surely not. She even felt bad about it so it certainly wasn't her fault. She couldn't help what she liked. Of course, she didn't want Saber to be hurt. Ever. She loved her very much and honestly wished for her happiness. However, she had her own needs to see to.
Although she wouldn't put it into such words yet, the idea of living going without a big fat cock for too long was nearly unthinkable and Saber, bless her, was woefully lacking in that department. It would have been a different matter if Shirou was still with them, but he wasn't and it fell upon Rin to fill the void he left behind, both literally and figuratively.
With that knowledge, and with a peace of mind she hadn't known in months, Rin rode the subway to meet with Harold.
Expecting to board the train at the same place as before, she hadn't took a seat in the empty compartment. Only when the train reached the first station did she notice that she was almost on the opposite side of the city to her stop, and when the passenger found the nearly empty compartment, they rushed to take all the seats before Rin had the time to do so as well, fiding herself pushed near the end of the carriage by the sudden influx of people.
'Damn,' she swore. 'No other option but to ride it out.'
That was the plan, but it immediately became apparent that it wouldn't be so easy. Because she was holding herself to the strap overhead, her clothes were inevitably being tugged up. With her high heels, the face of the passenger sitting in front of her was right at her waist level, and because of her very short skirt only a couple of inches of clothing stood between her sex and his gaze. Fortunately, his attention was caught entirely by the newspaper he was reading and he didn't notice her distress.
Her heart was beating so hard that she could actually hear it. Part of it was fear of being exposed, but part of it was the desire for the same outcome. If she didn't take countermeasure soon...
She took a steadying breath and centered herself in the same way she did before casting a spell. Fundamentally, being a Magus meant killing the self, thus she used her mental discipline to subdue the Whore inside her heart.
Her heartbeat slowed and her arousal subsided. It did not vanish completely, but it was efficiently reduced to a dull throbbing in the back of her mind. The trip went on unremarkably for a few minutes, with the exception of a few bumps against her fellow travelers. Nothing strange, considering how packed the carriage had become. However, as time went by, the person to her left bumped against her more and more.
Rin glanced at her side, but the other passenger, a pretty brunette in her mid-twenties, was looking straight in front of her without acknowledging her. Again, everything seemed perfectly normal at a first glance but at a more intense scrutiny Rin noticed that the woman was red faced and was breathing erratically. Her eyes were clouded and she looked like she was trembling.
Was she feeling sick?
That line of thought came to an abrupt halt as she saw a flicker of movement a little lower. There, underneath the woman's shirt the outline of a hand could be seen through the clothing. Manly fingers were cupping her breasts, groping them, toying with them. Rin couldn't see the face of the molester and was about to shout when the woman let out a small moan. Immediately she looked around to see if the sound had been heard over the noise of the running train.
Her eyes met Rin's and the two stared at one another with similarly flushed faces for an indefinite amount of time. When it became apparent that Rin wasn't about to call her out on it, the woman gave her a sly smile. She leaned back in the unseen man's embrace allowing him to grope her even further, all the while she kept looking straight into Rin's eyes mischievously.
On her part, Rin could only stare back at the scene. What looked like a victim of molestations turned out as an exhibitionist getting her kicks.
'She's just like…'
But before she could complete that thought, something else caught her eye. The passenger in seating front of the woman was looking at the scene. The bulge in his pants was all too evident, all the more so when he started rubbing it through his clothes, thinking he was being subtle about it probably.
Surprised by the turn of events, Rin's focus wavered and her hold over her mind inevitably slipped, with the expected results.
This woman was getting off on being watched. Whatever hesitation she initially showed over being exposed had melted away as more of the passengers took notice of what she was without reacting negatively. Some pretended not to notice, but those who were in full sight of her just kept on staring.
Rin's mouth had gone completely dry while the situation escalated. The man's hand had shifted, sliding down the woman's body a to her skin-tight jeans. Unbuttoning them, showing a hint of the lacy underwear beneath, his hand slid further down, between her legs. The woman threw her head back and let out a slow moan. If there was any doubt left about her willingness it all went flying out of the window as she bucked her hips into the finger that toyed with her womanhood.
Rin basically froze in place, instinct and reason conflicting and crashing against each other.
Before she could do anything at all, the train braked and reached a stop. Quickly, the man recomposed the woman's clothes and disappeared in the crowd of passengers leaving the carriage. The woman lingered for a moment, sizing Rin up and down.
"See you around, honey," she said with a smile before turning around and dashing out of the train, leaving Rin as the only passenger of the carriage. The door slid close and the train jerked into motion once more.
Rin still didn't move. Even though she was the only person left, she still held firmly to the hang strap. She didn't trust her trembling legs to support her. Her face was burning and her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
What was that? Rin was no longer a stranger to such behaviors herself, but she never thought someone could take things so far in front of a crowd. Wasn't she afraid of being recognized by somebody? To be openly labeled as a slut?
Apparently she didn't. In fact, she evidently enjoyed herself a great deal in the process.
Rin, who had only just come to believe she knew what depravity meant suddenly found out that the rabbit hole was far deeper than she thought.
If things kept going the way they did, one day would she too...?
'No,' she shook her head. 'That's going way too far.'
Indeed, it was one thing accepting that she enjoyed selling herself or cheating on her girlfriend or dressing slutty in public and another was bearing the stigma of having it publicly known. Rin wasn't like that, she would never be like that.
No matter how wet her pussy had gotten just thinking about it.
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Two days had gone by and Rin didn't think about the incident on the train simply because she was too busy to spare any thought about it. That same evening Harold had fucked her out of her mind once again and the following morning she was too busy at the Clock Tower doing experiments and complex calculations to even reminisce about it. Then she was off to either Gerard's or Harold's or both, and again she didn't have much thinking to do there either.
However, she had begun not wearing underwear at all anymore. Her panties and bras and started to feel uncomfortable on her skin, often times even too tight to wear.
Was she gaining weight, she wondered? A pregnancy was excluded as she took both mundane and non-mundane precautions to avoid that additional complication. It was more feasible to impregnate a rock than her womb at that point.
She had indeed gained weight, she came to realize, however her figure was no worse for wear. At a closer examination she noticed that she had gained at least a cup in breast size, going from her usual A-cup to a full B-cup.
Being past her growth spurt, Rin couldn't quite figure where the welcome improvement had come from, until she recalled that Gerard's experiments were supposed to make her body change somehow.
"Wow," she said looking at her profile in the mirror. "If I had known this was the kind of change I'd get, I'd have agreed sooner."
Indeed, the more time it passed the more she thought herself foolish for not accepting Gerard's proposition immediately, but back then she was still such a prude. To think what great opportunites she had allowed to pass her by just because she was in a relationship...
If only she had gone with Gerard the first time around she wouldn't have needed for Shirou to show his skills and they would still be all together, plus Gerard.
Gerard... it all came down to him, didn't it? If it hadn't been for him, she'd be still stuck in a corner. Without is guidance she would have not discovered her deepest self. And now because of his Magecraft she had even become more attractive.
She didn't know how to express the gratitude she felt for him. Day after day his place in her heart grew bigger and she could not deny even to herself that he had become an important part of her life. Frankly, she was more worried about that than everything else.
She already had a relationship with Shirou and Saber and while she was cheating on them both it was only physical. Gerard too knew that what they had was purely a business agreement meant to be temporary.
And yet thinking that they would no longer be involved once their contract had run its course gave her a sense of dread not unlike the one she felt when she was told Shirou had disappeared.
That ache... there was no denying that she needed Gerard, just like she needed Shirou and Saber. Rin had lost enough people in her life, she wasn't about to give up anyone else.
'Especially not when he gave me these nice babies,' she thought amusedly, cupping her breasts sensually.
Was there something wrong with her for mixing such thoughts together? Maybe there was, she considered, but then again she had only just begun rediscovering herself so it could not be helped. Or at least she thought so.
Between her legs, Gerard's piercing continued to work its magic, sending shivers across her nervous system in accordance to its owner wishes.
Rin could only keep on falling deeper under his control.
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When Harold's limo came to pick her up that evening, Saber had already left for work.
Since she wouldn't have to explain her choice in attire to anyone she opted for a tight, black minisirt and an equally black blouse with a deep cleavage. She usually didn't dress up for Harold as their agreement didn't involve any such effort on her part, but frankly she had come to appreciate showing off her gorgeous body for entirely selfish reasons. Her boobs free from the restraint of a bra teased from inside the shirt, while her very fit ass filled the skin-tight skirt perfectly, enhanced by how her legs looked while wearing high-heeled sandals.
'Is it any wonder people are willing to pay a fortune for a piece of this?'
Well, of course it wasn't. Rin knew it wasn't just a matter of physical beauty. There were many other women out there just as attractive, if not more.
Of those women, those who were paid great sums of money for sex weren't just pretty. They had class and they held themselves above other women. They were in most cases highly educated too.
They were being paid al lot, simply enough, because they were themselves not cheap. Even if they worked as prostitute, they were more than that. They were people. People who degraded themselves for money. Such was the true measure of their monetary worth: how much they could degrade themselves.
A woman from a poor background selling her body to feed her children would not be paid a great amount for there was nothing truly degrading in what she did. In fact, such an act could very well be considered noble. A selfless sacrifice.
However, should a queen have to give away her body, wouldn't the price have to be proportionate?
Such was the conclusion that Rin had reached after lots of thought. Why did Gerard want her at first? It was because she acted haughty around him, looking down on him.
She could no longer do that with him now after everything that had traspired between them, otherwise she would have asked for a better price. Then again, it didn't feel right asking him for anything else after how much he had helped her.
However, Howard was another matter altogether. Their agreement would expire in little less than two weeks and after that she would be free to negotiate price once again
Indeed, she had every intention of keeping Howard as a client for the foreseeable future. There was just no reason not to. She was a whore, and as such she needed customers.
Her old morals had already been shed off completely. However, she was still the same Tohsaka Rin who didn't do things by halves and always got the upper hand in any deal.
She'd get the best price out of her clients, both by negotiation and by increasing her own worth. Would the thrill of seeing herself - not just her body anymore - as merchandise ever become any less intense?
She dearly hoped not. It was one of the stronger emotions she ever felt and she had no intention of quitting... anytime soon.
She took one last look in the mirror. Her black ensemble over her pale skin was to die for. She lifted her skirt a bit, watching her clean shaven pussy already moist in anticipation.
She wouldn't be wearing panties anymore, she decided. She felt better, more beautiful without them, and it was a reflection of her new self. Not wearing underwear meant that her pussy was accessible, available, up for sale.
Rin shivered. It felt so good thinking of herself that way, she was sure she could reach an orgasm without touching herself if she kept it up long enough. Perhaps she could give it a try.
But it was an experiment for another time. Howard's limo was waiting for her. She left the building with measured steps. One thing that she knew for certain was that a certain poise was required to give an impression of haughtiness. Anyone who looked at her would see a woman filled with pride, who didn't rush for anyone and took exactly as much time as she wanted to go anywhere.
When she climbed into the vehicle, the driver gave her a glance from the rear mirror and then sped off toward Howard's mansion. Normally, Rin sat right behind the driver's seat so that her figure would be hidden from his view, but after mulling it over the past few days, she had decided that she wouldn't hide more than she strictly needed to.
This time she sat in the middle seat so that the driver could see her in the rear mirror. She wanted to see how many time he'd look at her, with the streetlights outside the car casting dancing shadows across her long legs.
After five minutes he hadn't so much as stolen a glance at her and Rin was starting to get annoyed. Was this guy extremely professional or did he just find her unattractive? Considering this was Howard's driver he had probably seen his fair share of beautiful women already. Was she just so inferior that she didn't warrant a second look?
It gnawed at her pride. If there was one thing Rin never liked was being dismissed casually. If this guy thought he could just ignore her, he had another thing coming.
Sighing, Rin rolled her shoulders and reached out to unfaster her shoes, stretching her legs as if feeling cramped. This time she saw his eyes flicker in the mirror, looking at the way her legs extended and then followed them while she curled them on the backseat.
'Bingo,' she cheered inwardly. She looked intently out of the window, pretending not to care about the driver at all, but she was actually keeping track of his reactions with her peripheral vision.
She was basically lounging on the wide backseat with her legs curled lazily besides her, while her torso rested against the door and her head was against the window, looking for all intent and purpose like she was lost in innocent thoughts.
'This is fun,' she thought amusedly. It was a different kind of fun, becuse there was no way he didn't know what she was up to with Howard. She wondered what kind of thoughts he was having about her right then and there. She was genuinely curious. She had just discovered a side of her she never knew she had so it was only natural that she'd wonder what crossed other people mind in that regard.
While she teased the driver the car arrived at Howard's mansion. Time to get down to business.
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Saber was not a fool. She knew that Howard Odgenson was the kind of rich man who surrounded himself with beautiful women. The household staff was proof enough of this, considering that it was exclusively made by young women whose looks were quite above average.
However, she was still surprised to see Rin of all people enter his mansion in the early evening hours.
To be more precise, what shocked the King of Knights was not so much her master's presence in the home of a renowned jewel-trader, but because of her clothes.
Truth to be told, Saber was not as used in the modern world as she let on. Certainly enough, upon her summon the Grail had provided all necessary information to function in the modern world, but that was all it was. Information.
The way most women dressed in the current era would have been considered scandalous even by the most daring courtesan and tavern wench. For this reason, she still had many difficulties in drawing the line of what was now considered appropriate and what was not.
Still, Saber had few doubts that the black outfit Rin wore that night couldn't be considered at the very least... seductive.
No, Saber could not accept that interpretation. Surely she was misunderstanding something. Rin's pride was legendary and she would not lower herself to such tactics, even to ingratiate herself to a man that could facilitate her projects.
Indeed, there was probably some social cue she was missing here. Something the Grail had left out because it was unnecessary and that Saber hadn't caught on before because she hadn't interacted with the upper echelon of modern-day society until now.
And yet, Saber couldn't dismiss the stab of suspicion swelling in her heart, but she couldn't even approach the matter directly. Saber had found employment at Howard's mansion because she had followed Rin without her knowledge. A mistake, in hindsight, but one that she had to live with now.
She made herself scarce before Rin could notice her. It was her luck that the Master-Servant bond required actual focus to feel each other's presence and general position, otherwise Rin would have noticed her already.
Of course, Saber didn't know that this wasn't the first close call she had. Rin had been a constant guest of Howard's in the past two weeks, and only a mixture of different shifts and duties in different parts of the mansion had allowed for the two to miss each other until then.
Saber made her retreat with concern growing in her heart.
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"Rin," Howard greeted as the Magus stepped in the dining hall. "Welcome, welcome. My word, you are stunning tonight."
"Thank you Howard," she replied, smiling pleasantly.
"I must ask, what has brought this, ah, change? Until yesterday you were so... strict in your choice of clothing."
Rin cocked her head to the side, smile not subsiding in the least.
"I gave our... agreement a bit of thought," she replied, touching his arm lightly. "I have not been very... fair in your regards, Howard. Truly, you have been nothing but kind with me and I have been needlessly harsh with you."
"Oh! OH! Rin, you have no idea how glad I am to hear this. Honestly, I was under the impression you didn't like me at all."
"Hm. Initially I was... reluctant to accept some of the things you said. Some... antiquated notion I grew up with made it difficult for me to accept what was obvious from the start."
"Really? Things such as?" he asked with amusement.
Rin looked around, confirming that none of the staff was present. Then, she picked the skirt and lifted it up to expose the bare, glistening womanhood underneath.
"You were right, Howard. I am a whore at heart. Thank you for showing me the truth."
She only just said so, that she let go of her skirt, crossed the distance between them and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.
It was unpleasant as the first time. His fat lips and stinking breath were repulsing. There was just no way she would do it if not for the money involved.
And in that knowledge was the root of her own arousal.
Self-degradation for profit.
Commoditization of the body for monetary gain.
Deconstruction of morality for carnal satisfaction.
And lastly the betrayal of her loved ones' trust.
A bottomless pool of black lust opened in her heart, flooding her entire being.
'This. This. THIS!'
The more she tore against the barriers of what was good and proper the more she felt her insides melt. This indecent, whorish creature was her true self. There would be no denying it further.
"Perhaps we should move this in the bedroom," Howard said, gasping for breath.
"No," Rin all but growled. "I want it right here."
Even though her arousal was genuine, Rin didn't let it control her. Staving it off with the mental aptitude of a Magus she said the things she thought he would want to hear.
A whore she may be, but she would be the best there was.
She dropped on her knees and hastily unbuckled his trousers, letting his engorged cock bounce on her face.
The smell of hot flesh mixed with the male, musky scent made her mouth water in anticipation. She gave it two long strokes and looked up at Howard.
"This," she said licking her lips, "goes right in my mouth."
True to her word, she took the length of it inside her without either hesitation or difficulty. She had long since become used to swallowing dicks. Gerard had given her lots of practice of the previous months and it showed in her technique.
Howard hissed in pleasure and grabbed a hold of Rin's head, thrusting his hips back and forth. Rin let him take control while she put her tongue and lips to good use.
'That's right, you fat pig. Fuck my whore mouth.'
Howard didn't need to hear Rin's thought to do exactly that. He relentlessly pulled and pushed his dick inside her mouth, enjoying the slutty expression on her face.
Rin's cheek were sunken in the effort of sucking off his cock and her lips stretched obscenely every time Howard pulled back in an attempt of holding his dick firmly inside her. Her eyes were half rolled back inside her head and her nostrils flared open for oxygen in rhythm with his thrust.
If Rin could see herself in that moment, she would be forced to acknowledge that she looked just as much a filthy pig as Howard did.
As it stood, Rin was too engrossed by the feeling of the meat rod invading her mouth to care about anything else. Her mind was filled with the taste and smell of cock, as well as the saltiness of pre-cum.
She could still marvel at how such a one sided, degrading act was capable of making her feel so purposeful, so... fulfilled.
But then again, wasn't it only natural? As a woman her body was made to receive a male's member. It was simply logical that in fulfilling her biological role she would find satisfaction.
A woman's body is a receptacle for cocks.
A shudder when through her as she realized this and she climaxed riding the waves of that thought, squirting her juices on the marble floor.
Gerard's mystic code kept sending waves of approval through her nervous system and Rin clung to that sensation for all it was worth, exploring every mental avenue to squeeze a little more pleasure from it
'I am a receptacle for cocks,' she thought and the buzz flared, tearing at her consciousness. She felt a resistance. Some kind of mental barrier that she needed to tear down. 'I am a receptacle for cocks.' she insisted and another buzz shook her, but it was not enough. 'I am a toy for dicks!' she tried and she felt something crack inside her. Image of his father and mother flashed inside her mind, cracked from the strain she was putting on them. Rin knew in that moment that if she pushed any further she could no longer go back to who she was. Everything she had learned, her pride as a Magus, the dignity of Tohsaka, all of it would be lost forever.
She hesitated. Howard groaned and pushed his dick insider her one last time, sending thick ropes of cum into her mouth and throat, filling her mind of white.
'It's already too late,' she acknowledged as another orgasm battered against her weakened mind. 'I, Tohsaka Rin, am already a cock-sleeve. A filthy little cum-slut."
The image cracked completely and was introduced to the most powerful orgasm of her life. She probably would have screamed her lungs out if she didn't have Howard's dick so firmly stuck inside her throat.
She could only convulse around his cock, squeezing it for every drop of semen.
Meanwhile, Howard admired the way Rin looked with his dick buried deep inside her mouth, her eyes rolled back and tears from oxygen deprivation streaming down her cheeks. Slowly he pulled out of her and rested his still hard manhood against her face while she recovered her breath.
"Oh, Rin," he said once he saw the light return to her eyes. "You have surpassed my every expectation."
She smiled, feeling his words fill her heart in way she never thought possible. She gave his cock a firm, sweet kiss all the while she looked him in the eyes.
"I haven't shown you anything yet," she promised and indeed, it was only the beginning of a very long night.
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AN: Attaboy. Finally a new chapter. For those who wish to know, yes, Saber will be involved in Gerard's scheme very soon.
This story will have three separate ending: BAD, TRUE and GOOD, just like Fate/Stay Night itself.
I received a lot of hate on FF. net over the last chapter. An obviously anonymous reviewer took two or three comments to rant about how Rin (his waifu, you'd assume from his tone) would never do something like that.
His rant, however, brought up an important topic, that is to say how low people can possibly fall. There's one thing I wish to make perfectly clear about that: there's no limit to how much a person can degenerate morally under the right circumstances. Provided that it happens sufficiently slow as not to cause a mental breakdown and with enough reasons so that they can rationalize it, human beings will do pretty much anything.
It's even easier if the act its pleasurable and does not bring harm to anyone. Ultimately morals, although ingrained during growth, are nothing more than self-uphelp notions enforced by society. If sufficent pushes in the right direction are given without anything to countermand them, morals will shift to meet needs.
It takes an extremely self-aware and very wise individual to see this through this before it happens and hold themselves to their morals while indulging in the act. Someone like Rin, and Saber for that matter, who'd pridefully say things like "that will never happen to me" or "I won't lose" is precisely the kind of person that would ultimately break because they doesn't acknowledge that they have into themselves to fall like any other human being.
Pride comes before The Fall, after all.
Well, that's all I have to say on the matter.
PS: I'd like point out the irony of a guy who rants about a fictional character's supposed sexual activities in a fanfiction calling the readers of the same story jerk-off basement-dwellers. Top Kek.
Have fun with the new chapter and don't jerk-off too much, lads.