Andrew Crawford was a Magus in his late fifties. As the head of his family and as a teacher at the Clock Tower, he was saddled with a number of duties.
Advancing the family's Magecraft, grooming his heir for day he would take over the position and teaching a bunch of talentless brats from lower families of to be a little less of a disgrace to the fine art of Thaumaturgy.
His days were extremely busy and extremely stressful. As such he was entitled to some form of stress relief and because he was a man of great status, great wealth and great tastes he accepted only the highest levels of entertainment tos spend his limited free time.
That was a burden shared by many of his peers and it had been so for generation after generation. It was inevitable that likely-minded individuals would come together to solve a common problem, and thus a certain club was formed.
With Magi being what they are, the requirements to enter such organization were quite stringent. For starters, one had to have the right pedigree, they would have to be able to pay the services provided by this club and they would have to sing a self-geas scroll both for secrecy and protection.
The members of this club agreed not to harm each other or try to steal one another's Magecraft, within or without the boundaries of the organization, even if a opportunity presented itself. It would be very difficult to have fun if you are constantly on guard.
Of course as long as there was demand for a service there would always be someone willing to provide it. Sometimes the provider would be a member of their club himself.
Such was the case with Gerard DuFall. Them again it wasn't very surprising, considering that his great-grandfather had been one of the founding members of the club. For generations the DuFall family always and exclusively delivered the highest quality of entertainment material.
Whenever a DuFall got in touch saying that they had acquired something they would like to share, one could expect nothing but the best. Therefore when Gerard had called, Andrew made time for him as soon as possible and set up a meeting under the aegis of their binding agreement.
It was well past sunset when the classic sport car the young Magus loved to drive arrived at the gates of his house. Andrew didn't like how the younger Magus made use of modern day technology (with modern being not older than a hundred years at minimum), but he understood that the new generations would have to live with it, whether he liked it or not.
Besides, he could easily put up with such an ignominity if it got him the quality goods he wanted to sample.
He went down to the lobby, where the family's butler had made Gerard wait, but when he got there, much to his surprise, there were two people rather than one. Gerard himself and the other was a cloaked figure with a hood over their head.
"Gerard," Andrew greeted standoffishly, eyeing the other person warily.
"Lord Crawford, good to see you."
"Yes, verily," he agreed out of politeness. Although he knew he was safe a Magus should never let his guard down completely. "Forgive me, I didn't not expect you do bring company. Who would this person be?"
"Person?" Gerard blinked. "Oh, no you got it all wrong, my friend. This one here is not a person at all. She's merchandise."
Gerard tugged at the string that held the cloak closed and it fell on the floor like a curtain revelaing the person, no, the merchandise underneath.
Andrew's heart leapt in his throat and only his countenance as a Magus prevented his eyes from bulging out of his face. However even that couldn't keep the bulging in his pants to increase.
Tohsaka Rin of all people stood in his lobby wearing clothes that she might as well have done without for all they did to cover her.
Red and black lingerie but with a twist. The bra did a wonderful job of holding up her breasts but being see-through and with a slit for her nipples to peek out, not an inch of her skin wasn't visible on her.
The same thing held through for her crotch, where the see through panties were opened in the middle exposing the folds of her womanhood.
On her feet she wore impossibly high heels that made her already long legs impossibly longer. Her look was completed by a choker around her neck, from which a leash dangled and that Gerard took in his hand, tugging it a couple of times for good measure.
What really sold her though, was the look on her face. A sweet mixture of humiliation and defiance. Which man of good taste wouldn't become immediately erect in front of such a display.
"How is this possible?" he asked.
"She overestimated her own intelligence and entered in a geass-enforced agreement with me, thinking that I would not find loopholes in it. There result is what you can see here."
He tugged at her leash and she stumbled forward. She did not fall but she glared at Gerard. However she did not utter a single word of complaint.
"Is she...?"
"Safe? Absolutely." He paused. "Well, nothing is truly absolutely safe, but I reckon that if finding a way out of her predicament was within her ability she would have done so by now. She cannot use Magecraft and she must obey any order she's given. The only caveat is that her physical and mental health must be preserved, and that nothing that nothing will get in the way of her career as a Magus. Of course she cannot seek speak of these events or seek retaliation for anything that happens while she's working as my merchandise."
"Working?"
"Well, our initial agreement involved a form of compensation from me to her so she's technically on the clock. This is but an extension to that so the binding conditions still apply."
"And if I were to break any of these rules?"
"I would be in violation of my agreement with her and suffer the due backlash," Gerard explained with a shrug. "However you would be knowingly hurting me by proxy and therefore in violation of the club's rule of conduct. All in all, it would paint a very awful picture for all of us, but more so for you than for me."
"You certainly have... how do you youngsters say, ah, your bases covered. Very clever, Gerard. Very clever indeed."
Andrew turned to Rin, who stared him squarely in the eyes without looking away, despite her face being a bright red. She held her composure remarkably well, but her limbs were shaking.
"Miss Tohsaka. What a pleasure having you here," he said mockingly. "It would seem that your sharp tongue only served to dig you into a deeper hole. Whatever shall we do with you?"
Her jaw tighten and her eyes narrowed, but she did not answer back. Andrew turned to Gerard with a questioning look.
"She not yet under your employment, so to speak, therefore she doesn't have to respond to anything your do or say. However, Rin, go ahead and answer Mr. Crawford's question as if I had asked it."
"Kh!" Rin groaned and glared at Gerard. However her resistance was short lived.
She turned around, bowing at the waist. Her hands gripped her buttcheeks and spread them wide open, clearly exposing both holes.
"You may do with me as you see fit, Lord Crawford. These holes are ready and available for your use at your whim."
If Andrew's erection could have gotten any bigger it would have tore through his clothes.
"Gerard... this is a true masterpiece," he said in awe. "How long can I keep it and what's your price? Money is not an issue."
"I never thought it would, but it's not currency I'm after."
Lord Crawford laughed in response.
"Of course it's never that simple with you, isn't it? Alright, let's hear it. What do you want?"
"Nothing complicated. Just a small little favor."
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While Gerard and Lord Crawford discussed the cost of her lease, Rin remained bending at ninety degrees with her holes spread wide.
With her back turned to them, she could finally relax her facial muscles. Her angry expression melted into one best described as that of a bitch in heat.
Her eyes half-rolled in the back of her head and her long tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping drool on the marble pavement. If Gerard hadn't used a spell to suppressed her body's reaction to arousal she would have been so wet to require diapers.
Their plan was to rent her to some of the Clock Tower's most influential members and gain their support in revoking Shirou's Sealing Designation. They both knew that the old crones despised all Easterners and her in particular. Her constant, undeniable achievements were like a punch in their faces and a kick to their pride. Her defiant attitude was simply twisting the knife in the wound.
They would not pass on the opportunity to abuse and humiliate her, but they might not be willing to pay the set price if they knew just how much she wanted it as well. Therefore, not only did Gerard have to suppress her physical arousal, but she had to put up a believable act as well.
Daddy dearest was probably turning in his grave, knowing that his precious little daughter was using everything he taught her about dignity and elegance to pretend she wasn't a cock-addicted whore. All for the sake of letting a man who despised her entire lineage to have more fun degrading her.
It turned her on so fucking much that she was having a difficult time staying wholly conscious, much less putting on airs.
'I wish you could see me now dad,' she thought. 'I'd love to show you how much of a filthy whore your beloved princess has become. Your face would be priceless. Too bad that Kirei killed you before I could do it.'
A pity, but there was still Shirou. Once they got him back safely it would be easy as pie to get caught by him and then delete his memories over and over and over again.
Never-ending orgasmic bliss was just around the corner. She just had to keep up the charade as long as it took.
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"You want my support to revoke Emiya's Sealing Designation?" Lord Crawford asked. "Why on earth would you want something like that?"
"Let's be honest here. Emiya has been clever enough to get out of England before the Sealing Designation had even been issued. He's known for being smart and resourceful beyond his ludicrous application of Magecraft. He can blend in modern society with ease. Our chances of successfully tracking him are slim to none."
"Aren't you giving him too much credit?" he asked. Gerard shook his head.
"Perhaps, but even if the Enforcers did find him, with his destructive ability, fighting skills and range of effectiveness all they would get is a pile of body-bags and no Sealing Designee to show in return. Additionally if we somehow got lucky and gained the upper hand against him, the chances of bringing him back alive are so astronomically low they are not even worth considering."
"So, what is your point exactly?"
"My point is that some insight into the development of Reality Marbles is better that no insight at all. If we could grant him safe harbor in exchange of his cooperation we would gain a tremendous resource for the entire Clock Tower and a powerful Enforcer in our debt."
"I can agree with that, begrudgingly. However, how do you plan to let him know that the Designation has been revoked if he's going to be so hard to find as you say he will? What makes you think he would return even if we managed to let him know?"
"There is the answer to both your questions," Gerard replied, motioning at Rin. "As you know, they were romantically involved. Given the opportunity, I have no doubt he would return."
"And you think she would be able to find him? If so, why not just get the information out of her?"
"I wouldn't go so far as saying that she can find his location, but surely she can guess a method to deliver a message where he would come across it."
"Hmm... you are making an awful lot of baseless assumptions."
"Of course. I am a Magus after all."
"You have a point in that," Andrew chuckled. "One last thing, then. Why do you care? The nature of your family's Magecraft doesn't have any investment with Reality Marbles. What do you stand to gain in seeing Emiya Shirou returned, other than risking making an enemy out of him if he ever found out what you did to his lover? What makes it worth the risk?"
"Well," Gerard smiled, "how much more amusing do you think it's going to be, playing with Rin while her oblivious boyfriend works himself to the bone for us in exchange for the privilege of being close to her?"
Andrew blinked and started smiling until his grin matched Gerard's.
"Consider my favor bought and paid for, Mr. DuFall."
"A pleasure doing business with you as usual, Lord Crawford."
"Not at all, my friend," he replied, shaking hands with Gerard but with his eyes drifting to the young woman still on display. "The pleasure is going to be all mine, I'm sure."
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A few minutes later, Gerard climbed into his car and left the grounds of the Crawford Estate.
Looking in the rear mirror at the mansion getting progressively farther away, Gerard wondered how much Rin would be enjoying herself in the week she'd be spending as Andrew's plaything.
Better hope not too much. It was unlikely that Andrew would go back on his word now that he had given it but Gerard had still a reputation as a service provider to maintain.
He never thought it would have come the day when he'd be hoping that one of his products would have to act less than completely slutty.
It just went to show how interesting life could be, especially if you were Gerard DuFall.
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Saber was going through her day shift as usual.
She directed and supervised the staff efficiently. Her presence had everyone working flawlessly and without complaints every single day, but on this specific occasion she was making the work even harder and faster than usual.
The reason for this was that as soon as she was done with her ordinary duties, the sooner she could get to her extraordinary ones.
The reason why Saber couldn't say that she was eager about it was the intense shame she felt because of the intense need she had to get to it.
To a casual observer she might have looked every bit emotionless and in control as usual, however her eyes were a bit more narrowed and her limbs a tad more tense then normal.
For a King who had her own villages razed for the resources needed for her military campaigns without showing the slightest emotion it was a sign of intense distress.
It couldn't be helped. The previous day after... having manually extracted a dose of Mana out of Howard something came up and he had to leave in a hurry. Saber returned home with enough Mana to go by for a day, but with her body ravaged by a liquid fire that she could not quell and not for a lack of effort on her part.
Sleeping would have been impossible in that condition, therefore she spent the entire night in the shower with cold water running over her body and the bottle of Rin's conditioner sliding in and out of it.
She failed to make herself climax even a single time. The plastic implement couldn't give her body what it craved. It was too smooth, too cold and far, far too small.
The stimulation provided by her own efforts only served to increase her arousal and by the time morning rolled in she was almost dizzy. The lack of sleep also meant a greater consumption of Mana, which didn't drop back to threatening levels but it was a near thing.
Today she absolutely needed to get more Mana and more... satisfaction that the precious day, otherwise it would become an issue.
However, her plans for the afternoon were about to be completely ruined.
"Bzzzt! Bzzzt!"
In her pocket, her phone began to vibrate. Only one person would call that number. The same person who had given it to her.
Under ordinary circumstance no member of the staff could carry a personal communication device while working. Half for security reasons, half because it would project a cheap image if it rang while they were hosting visitors.
Of course no one would have the guts of telling Saber what she could and couldn't do, therefore it wasn't an issue.
Still, she ducked out of view and picked up the call.
"Yes?" she asked in whisper.
"Is this a bad time, Saber?" Gerard asked, hearing her hushed voice.
"Not at all. What is it?"
"I might have found something."
"Speak. Now!"
"Calm down, it's just a possible lead. One of my informants had seen Rin talk to a man a few days before she disappeared. The man is not a Magus or anyone related to the Clock Tower in any discernible way. There would be no reason for Rin to approach this person."
"I see. Then why are you telling me?"
"I need you to approach this man and see if he knows something, obviously."
"That makes you think I'm suited for this task? I can be pretty convincing if I need to be, but wouldn't you do a better job at extracting information from an ordinary human using Magecraft?"
"Of course. Except that this fellow might be an unknowing patsy and I would end up showing my hand to the enemy if I approached him personally. The enemy expects you to be doing something about Rin's disappearance. They will have made contingencies to keep you off their trail."
"Then what is the point of this task in the first place?"
"That you couldn't possibly have known about this man in the first place. If you suddenly show up in front of someone involved with Rin's abduction, they enemy is going to notice and wonder just who could have sent you to him. They will now then that you have someone's support from the shadows, but they won't know who."
"... and when their scramble to figure out they'll cause waves that we can possibly use to figure out their identities," Saber concluded.
"Exactly. It's a game of cat and mouse, I'm afraid. By strategically placing you I will see how the opposition reacts and figure out how their are deployed, and maybe who they are."
"I see…" Saber sighed.
"You sound disappointed."
"No, well…. there was something I needed to do but it can be easily postponed. You have awful timing, that is all."
"Well, excuse me, your highness."
"What did you just say?" she asked sharply.
"What?"
"What did you just call me?" she insisted
"Whoa, calm down, Saber. I meant nothing by it. It was just a mocking t- … oh, you are royalty. Fitting."
Saber cursed herself silently. She had accidentally given away a crucial piece of knowledge about herself. Fortunately her gender made it difficult to figure her true identity, but she did not need to expose herself like that.
"Look, I don't care who you were in life. I just want to get my research partner back and resume my work."
"Yes, fine. I will meet this man. Who is he and where can I find him?"
"I'll send all relevant informations to your phone. Keep me posted about any development."
"You as well," she agreed, closing the conversation.
A few moments later the phone beeped the tune of an incoming message. The picture of a scrawny looking man appeared on the screen. He was about forty, looking unkempt and a tad sleazy. Indeed, if this person - James Wright - was not a Magus then Rin would never approach this character without a good reason.
Still, it did come at a bad time. She was l̴̛͈̯̭ͅo̻̰͓͕̳͖ͅw̵̰̩͠ ҉̼̠̼͈͚o͏̨̹̘n̸̡̥ ̬̖̠̞̺̳̝M̨͇̮͖̬̣a̰͍̯͎̫͇̣n̷̟̭̝̪̰͞a͉͖̫̺̗̭̼ terribly aroused and she would have to excuse herself with Howard. He had a strict schedule for himself and this change of plan would disrupt it. No doubt he would easily find someone else to replace her but she did not like failing h̖̣̱̬͓e̝̲͖̙̼͖̼̱͔̕͡ŗ̡͖̝͖̹̻̺̻̳ ̨͏̺̳̝̤͕d͓̜̺͔̻͟ú̹̞͘ͅṯ̴̛y̩̠̬̞̕. ̫̹̬̖
Still, there was nothing to be done about it. Rin took precedence. That was unquestionable.
About a hour later, Saber was on her way back to the city, having changed her clothes after telling Howard that she could not attend h̹i҉͚̥̹̩̦̙͟s̲̤̩̀ ͕̺̣̮c̞o҉̦͈̯c̱͟͟͡ͅk̢҉ him that afternoon. The man was clearly displeased but there was nothing he could or would do about it. Her participation was entirely voluntary and not forced at all, if not by her circumstances.
No one was more displeased than Saber herself of course. Howard could easily find a replacement for her, but she didn't have such an e̵̗̪̬̣̣̤n͈͖̮͚̭̠v̪̯̟i̢̻̪̖̝a̼̺̞̗̼͖b͙̥̘̥͈l͢e͔̲͖̼͚̣͘ ҉̫̫̘convenient list of f͕̗͙̫u͚͙̙͇̻̠̤c̩͞k̙͙̮̤̠͇͚ b̢̤̗ͅu̴̠̞̰̬̦d҉͈d̯̘͕͍̠į̟͎̣̘͉̭e͇̺̼̙͡s̺ sexual partners that she could turn to.
Nor did she want it. Although it would be pr̨a̢i͢se̛͟w͏ǫ͝rt͞h́͞y̨͡ ̧useful for a S̝̤̞̰͎̜̬e̛r͚̝͍̹̻v̖̬̩̘ͅąn̶̗͕͔̺̬ṱ̷̖͕͎̠ s҉ĺ̶͜u̡t͡͝ woman like her who needed huge quantities of d͠e͝l̶͝͡i͘c̨̀͟io̵u͘͠s ̡͡çu͞m̨͏ Mana to function it didn't change the fact that it was cheating and cheating was w͘r̶̢o̸ng good.
Saber blinked in confusion. Did she just thing that cheating was good? Y̷̴͙͚͖̮͢é̷̖͎̗̲̮̦͔͠ͅş̶͉̫. N̸͢o, of course ņ̛o̵͜t. Cheating was n̴̨͘ò̧t̶͟͜ ̸͢ good at all.
Even if cheating on Rin and Shirou had been an unavoidable è͟v͢͟i̕l̨ necessity it didn't mean it was f͜o̵͢r̶͢g͜i̸v̷a͜b͝le͠͠ ̶so easily acceptable.
Even if cheating meant that she could get all the M҉͢a͏̸̀͘n̸͘͘a͢ hard throbbing cocks she could ever want it didn't change the fact that it was still wrong. It didn't matter that having her re̸s̕͝er̴v͜ęś͜ ̴ womb filled to the brim with e҉n̵͡e̷ŗ̷g̷҉y͝ hard meat and creamy semen felt deliriously good it still didn't make it right for her to do those things.
Indeed, cheating might lead to indescribable carnal pleasure but she would not be doing it if h̴e̢l͏p͟i̡ng̶ R̀in̶ wasn't her duty. Duty came before everything else.
Certainly Saber could understand why some é̢n̸͝l̡i̸̡͘ģ͡͠h͠t̴èn͏ed̷ people with lesser fortitude would find reason to c̢hęa̸t̸ at̴ ̕a҉ny̕ ͡po̴ss̕i͞bl͘e̡ ͏o̴cc͜asio͘n̡.It certainly offered an irresistable motivation.
Irresistible to them anyway. Saber had no problems restraining herself. Certainly she had no problems k̶̀ę̛͜e͟͜p̀҉̛ìn̡g̶ leaving her hands to roam her body over her clothes on a crowded bus while she looked out of the window lost in thoughts.
She didn't even notice what she was doing, busy as she was thinking about the circumstances, but the other passengers certainly did.
The way she kept absentmindedly playing with her breasts over her shirt didn't escape the other travelers. The way she bit her lips when she teased her nipples got more than a few men's mouths go dry and the fingers playing with the edge of her skirt, pulling it a little bit upper made their erections become hard as rock.
Eventually, before she realized what she was doing or any other passenger approached about it, the bus reached her stop and she descended, without paying any mind to the trouble she had stirred.
She other things to worry about and thinking was already a difficult enough task for her in that moment that she couldn't worry about strangers she met once and never remember, no matter how deep the image of her had been seared into their brains.
She had a trail to follow, and it would be better for Gerard that it would lead to substantial results. Otherwise she would be pretty cross with him for making her miss out on her duty to w҉̀͟o͟͠r̨s̡h̷̕í͠p̸̧͢ service her employer's glorious shaft.
No one would make the King of Knight remiss in her tasks for no good reason, or there would be hell to pay.
AN: Saber's corruption has started for good and it's only going to pick additional momentum from here onward.
Strap yourself to your seats, it's going to be a wild ride.
PS: You can read up to chapter 29 on my at "pa treon [dotCOM] / ichaichasennin" with custom illustrations from this story I've commissioned by professional artists. Go take a look if you're interested.