Chapter 38

[TRUE END ROUTE]

Tik. Tik. Tik. Tik.

Saber's heels clicked crisply upon the marble floor of Howard's mansion.

It was a day like every other for the staff, with nothing different from usual. Yet for Saber, it was the dawn of a brand new life.

In the past few weeks, fundamental tenets of her life had been called into question and she had been shown the hard truth of her own nature over and over again.

At first, she had begrudgingly accepted that humans had a primal, animalistic aspect to them that needed to be channeled and that women had a part to play in that. Ultimately, however, that was just a minor part of herself that she would have to manage along with every other responsibility she had.

The Slut part of her made up for only a third of the whole, along with the King and the Knight.

She couldn't have been more mistaken if she had tried. The foundation of all humans was that of an animal. A filthy creature that craved carnal satisfaction and went at great lengths to achieve it.

Any and every civilization was based on the drive to fulfill the primal needs of mankind, and all those needs in turn served one thing and one thing only. The continuation of the species, which was achieved through sex.

Humans, in short, existed for the sole purpose of breeding, and everything they did was for the sake of it. Civilizations were erected to increase the likelihood of it happening, but somewhere along the way the true reason was forgotten and vilified.

Saber understood why, of course. If all that people ever did was fucking they couldn't do the things that allowed for the fucking to take place. Therefore indiscriminate sex had to be cast down as a sin. In order for sex to keep happening, there had to be less of it going on at all times.

However, only the facade was necessary to the smooth running of civilization. It was merely an agreed upon custom, not unlike wearing clothes. They concealed one's features, but did not deny them. It did not matter what one hid under their clothes, so long as they wore them.

Sex was pretty much the same thing. It didn't matter how much of it one was having, provided that they didn't make a big deal about it. Within that purview, having an affair behind the back of one's lover was no different from picking an outfit for that day. It simply had to be done.

And of course, there were no limits to how many outfits one could wear any given day, but it was fundamental that they picked at least one. Therefore, it was Saber's goal to cheat at least once a day. To do any less was a severe slip in decorum.

Of course, she still had to take care of many other things as well, such as working for a livelihood. It was rather fortunate that her job provided her with the opportunity to do both.

It had been truly a blessing that she stumbled into this job. Otherwise, when the crisis struck her she would have had to seek Mana from people who would have made a less favorable impression than Howard did.

If she had to rely entirely on those average men for sustenance, rather than Howard's massive cock, chances were that she wouldn't have her eyes opened.

If this was not the hand of fate showing her what she had gotten wrong in her tenure as a King, she didn't know what it was.

To be honest, she already knew that what she lacked was an understanding of what people wanted, but now she had finally figured it out.

Therefore, all she had to do was act accordingly. It was already too late for her kingdom, but it wasn't for her.

As such, at the end of her shift she strode purposefully toward the office of her employer, where she was supposed to take care of her additional duties.

She approached this task with a completely different spirit than the first time. An unpleasant piece of business had become something she looked forward to all day long. Of course, that reflected in the way she presented herself.

She no longer marched like a captured soldier on her way to the chopping block, but she strode elegantly with an obvious twist to her hips, courtesy of the high heels she opted to wear that day. Similarly, she had opted for the version of her uniform with a shorter and tighter skirt.

She had to maintain a level of decorum fitting for the circumstances, of course, but within those boundaries she had an obligation to highlight her beauty. How else was she to signal that she was sexually available if not by threading those boundaries?

Granted, she felt like she could get away with much more than that, but she didn't have the opportunity to renew her wardrobe just yet and probably would not for quite some time.

There were more pressing matters to deal with at present, such as taking care of the man behind the door in front of which Saber now stood.

Just like everything else inside this mansion, the door was made from high quality materials, with an eye to soundproofing.

Even so, if Saber strained her ear, she could pick upon the powerful vibrations coming from inside.

She let herself in closing the door behind her.

Howard Hodgenson's rotund frame was sitting in his chair while Claire was sitting in his lap. Rather, she was sitting on his cock, if sitting involved having her legs held up by his pudgy hands as he moved her up and down. Coated in the young woman's own juices, his shaft pressed deep into her womb, to the point that a slight bulge could be seen on her stomach when it was fully sheathed.

"Annngh! Yeees!" Claire moaned in guttural bliss.

Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth was twisted into a teeth clenched grin with a bit of drool rolling down her chin. God only knew how long she had been riding him. Her disheveled state and her ecstatic expression would suggest for quite a while, but Saber knew that Howard could reduce most women to that state in a few short minutes.

Saber watched without saying a word.

Previously, witnessing such an event would have filled her with disgust, but there was none of that now. Instead, she recognized it for the wonderful sight that it was.

A beautiful woman caught in the throes of lust, spreading her legs for a man, without the slightest trace of embarrassment and allowing him unrestricted access to her succulent core.

And that cock, veiny and throbbing, tyrannically laying claim to her most intimate place as it had every right to.

Justice is achieved only when things are put to their proper use, and there was no greater purpose for a woman's holes than to be stuffed by a cock, the fatter the better.

In seeing this scene, Saber's chest was filled with an overwhelming sense of righteousness. The same feeling she had on those rare mornings in which she gazed at Camelot from the highest tower of her castle and everything was at peace and in order.

Of course that sight didn't turn her on as the present one did, but that only served to highlight how important a task this was. Since her femininity had been truly awoken, there was a low simmering heat at all times in her abdomen, but the vision of such a magnificent cock ramming the womb of a fertile woman made her arousal boil and spill, causing it to trickled down her legs and drenching both her panties and her hose.

Truly, she wished for nothing other than yanking Claire off and impale herself upon the glorious shaft. However, although being a filthy sow was all about pleasure it didn't permit selfishness.

The man's complete satisfaction was the primary objective. She would allow nothing to detract from it, for it would be heresy to do so. Additionally, she wasn't so callous to deny a fellow slut her share of pleasure.

Besides, it wasn't like there was nothing for her to do.

She stepped toward the rutting couple and kneeled between Howard's legs, so that her face was right in front of his crotch and his massive hairy testicles.

Saber couldn't help but lick her lips, thinking of all the thick nectar that churned inside those fleshy spheres.

This close, his powerful musky smell was positively mouth watering, and it didn't help that she was being sprayed by Claire's arousal every time his dick pushed in or out of her.

There was no hesitation in leaning forward and burying her face between those smelly orbs. His pubes tickled Saber's nostrils, scratching an itch in her brain she didn't realize she had.

She took a deep, satisfying sniff and let his male stink fill her lungs and addle her brain. Her tongue immediately darted out to run across the rough surface, tasting the acrid manliness of his skin.

'Hmm,' she moaned silently, 'this is a real man.'

To be completely honest, Saber never felt much attraction for the male physique. Surely she could appreciate the aesthetic of a sculpted body but it didn't particularly turn her on besides their genitalia.

However, there was something about a hairy, overweight man well past his prime that made her core melt.

Of course she would always prefer the guy with the biggest cock, but that aside she found that she would prefer being roughly fucked by an old fat slob.

It was just the way it was.

For that reason, among many others, Howard Odgenson would always have a special place in her heart.

Therefore, even if she did her best regardless of the identity of her partner, she put extra emphasis in worshiping his balls. She licked them until her mouth was full of his pubes and she sucked on them until her cheeks sunk indecently.

Although her focus should have been entirely on him, the situation allowed for Saber's hands to entertain her instead.

She reached under her skirt and unceremoniously ripped a hole in her wet hose, pushed her panties aside and struck two fingers inside her wet snatch.

She was not at all shocked at how her pussy clenched around the thoroughly insufficient objects. Things such as fingers would never be enough to satisfy her needs, but it served to stave off the intolerable heat building up in her cunt.

Throughout it all Howard did not acknowledge her arrival or what she was doing between his legs, but that was also fine.

A slut did not need recognition or praise. A job well done was its own reward, after all. Gratitude for something that she was supposed to do in the first place would only make her feel awkward.

She much preferred if her body was used without social niceties in between. If a man approached, fucked her and left without a word she'd be perfectly fine with it.

Of course, this wasn't a world where a man could do just that out of the blue for any number of reasons, but where the relationship was already established like in this case, words were superfluous.

Therefore she kept sucking his balls and fingering her cunt all the while, above her, Claire climaxed from having her womb ruthlessly pillaged. Eventually, though, even Howard reached the limit of his stamina and pulled the maid's young body down one last time, shooting his thick semen right into her.

"Nuoooh!" the maid moaned with her eyes crossed and her tongue hanging limply out of her mouth.

All semblances of intelligence had fled her face by then, looking every little bit like the cock-addicted sow that every woman was at her core.

Not that Saber had the opportunity to admire Claire's brain-fried expression.

When she felt his testicles contract against her lips, she knew what was coming. Howard's semen production was extreme, and the womb of a single woman would not be able to contain it all.

Saber reached with her mouth and tongue for the place where his cock disappeared into Claire's well stretched pussy.

She arrived not a moment too soon, because his semen came rushing out from her folds. Saber scooped it greedily with her tongue, gulping it down like it was the first meal she had in weeks.

Only when the last drop had seemingly been drunk did she pull her face away and only then did Howard acknowledge her existence.

"Good evening, Saber," he greeted.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted back.

"It would seem that Miss Claire here is no longer in condition to perform," he said, lifting her up from his still erect member. "I must have pushed her past the limits of what she can handle."

He dropped her to the ground like a broken doll and without care. Saber was not upset by this callousness. It was Claire's own fault for losing herself like that to her own pleasure.

"So it would seem," Saber agreed, standing up to her feet with her hands at her side. She only spared a glance for the young woman who laid on the floor with her eyes rolled back drooling like an idiot on the marble floor.

"I trust you will be able to keep up much better, won't you?"

"Of course, Sir," she said, lifting up the skirt of her uniform to show the sopping wet cunt underneath. "You can be certain that my pussy can take all the punishment you have to give. By all means, fuck me as roughly as you wish. I am at your disposal."

Howard grinned.

"You have come a long way, Saber. I really wish to see if you can truly take what I'm capable of. It would be a first. If you are mistaken, I fear you will be permanently brain damaged."

Saber was never one to back down from such an obvious challenge.

"If that's what will happen, Sir, then it's nothing more than what I deserve."

And truthfully, if a slut could have her mind broken by getting too much cock then her brain was probably in the way and she would be better off without.

And of course, that would be true for Rin as well.

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"You want me to do what?" Gerard asked, after he was done fucking her for several hours.

"It can be done, right?"

"Of course it can be done. In her state, she can't resist even a weak compulsion, but do you really want me to put cheating fantasies in her mind?"

"Yes. I don't want you to make her act on them, just put the suggestion into her mind."

"Rin's not dumb. Somebody has already messed up with her. She'll just blame it on the people who kidnapped her."

"Not if you edit her memories to make her believe she always had them."

"That… could work, but do you really expect me to do something like that to her? We are friends, you know?"

"That is precisely why I know you'll help. We both know that a woman is at her happiest when she's promiscuous. Rin's too stubborn to be convinced by someone else, but if she thinks it's her own heart's desire, then I'm certain it will only be a matter of providing an opportunity."

"What if you are mistaken, though? What if she stands by her morals through and through? Won't that put her in a difficult position, then?"

"I'm positive that won't happen. A woman's true nature is that of a slut. All we'd be doing is unraveling the social conditioning she received since childhood."

"And if you are wrong?"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take, for Rin's own good. So, will you help me or not?"

"Fine," he snorted. "I do think you are right after all."

"I knew I could count on you."

Truly, Gerard DuFall was a reliable and upstanding man like few others. With his help Rin would soon have her eyes opened. Being a little uncomfortable during the transition was to be expected and if Rin decided to be stubborn about it it was only fair that she suffered.

One should not perpetuate their mistakes and not suffer the rightful consequences. Saber might let anyone else slide, but not Rin.

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In one of Gerard's workshops, Rin sat into a soft armchair, sipping a cup of tea. There would have been nothing wrong with this image had she not been stark naked, in front of a fully clothed Gerard.

As he finished retelling her Saber's request, she burst out laughing.

"Oh, this is great. She wanted you to put a suggestion on me?"

"Ironic, considering that's precisely what we did to her," Gerard chuckled.

"Really. How dumb could she be? If she can come up with a plan like that, doesn't she realize that someone might have done the same with her?"

"Now, now, Rin. That's not really fair, is it? We planned it in such a way that she wouldn't suspect that. We timed it so that she wouldn't think it had anything to do with you and her own magic resistance should make it impossible for any spell to affect her. It's only reasonable that she doesn't think it could have happened to her."

"Yeah, whatever. Still, it's surprising it was so easy to corrupt her."

"That's because she is not corrupted, Rin."

"What do you mean?"

"Take yourself as an example. You know that what you are doing is morally wrong. It's why you enjoy it as much as you do, but she's different. She believes that what she's doing is righteous. Her paradigm of justice shifted to incorporate her new morals. She has indeed fallen, but her soul is still pristine as ever."

Rin rubbed her temples wearily.

"I'm not sure whether I won or lost."

"Well, you have achieved your goal. Just not in the way you thought," he shrugged.

"And you are fine with this outcome?" she asked.

"Of course I am. Sluts are a dime a dozen. I got bored with them before I turned fifteen. The real turn on is how the psyche changes. Even if outwardly both of you are now nothing more than good looking cum-buckets, your inner decadence is extremely different."

"Does it appease your sense of aesthetics?"

"It certainly does. If not for that, I probably wouldn't even have sex any more these days. Unfortunately, the job is practically done and I'm going to have to find another project once everything is wrapped up. It's a shame that you are already completed. It would have been fun following through with Saber's plan."

"Hmm… I have an idea about that," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" he asked, learning forward as well to offer his ear.

As she explained what her dirty mind had conjured, Gerard's eyes widened, just as his grin did.

"This is why I like you Rin. You always come up with the most interesting concepts. Sure, let's do that. I'd love to see how things will turn out."

"And I'll have my share of fun as well."

"You always gotta profit in some way, right?"

"Even a whore has her principles," she nodded sagely.

"Yeah? Then since we have already agreed about the payment, how about you show me your services?" he asked, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock.

Rin eyed the rapidly hardening meat and licked her lips. Really, having amazing sex fo benefits, be they monetary or otherwise, was the epitome of catching two birds with one stone.

Why anyone would not do that was beyond her, but that only meant that she wouldn't have to share with as many people so there was that.

Those were the advantages of having surrendered herself to the cruel mercies of Gerard DuFall.

His recently enhanced cock was just one more to add to the list.

As she crawled towards him, Rin briefly wondered if Saber was having as much fun as she was about to get.

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"Hnng!" Saber held back a wanton moan as Howard thrust his massive shaft inside of her.

Laying on her back upon his desk, her tight pussy was stretched to its utmost to accommodate his virility, but it did so with great pleasure. Its angry purple crown went right through her cervix and straight into her eagerly expecting womb.

Her taut abdomen swelled from the internal push, looking almost like it would tear open. But of course that was not the case. A woman's body was designed by nature to take that level of punishment and with great pleasure to boot.

The Queen of Sows, true to her new title, was made of much sterner stuff than most women and she wasn't the least bit uncomfortable.

In fact, it was only when such a powerful member stated its ownership of her core that she felt complete. It was a feeling that she could not experience any other way.

Sure enough, being an Anal Slut meant that being fucked in the ass would give her much more pleasure. So much that there was no comparison. However, being a woman meant that a part of her would react uniquely to having her womb plowed. The harder it happened, the stronger her response.

By extension, it was the size of a man's cock that determined how important he was to a woman. Certainly, skills could be acquired through practice, she didn't doubt that. However, talent could not be replicated or acquired. It was something one was born with.

That was the conclusion that Saber had reached. And why wouldn't it be the case? If bloodlines weren't so damn important, she wouldn't have had to pull the sword from the stone.

The circumstances of her birth determined her fate and so did everybody else's.

She felt sorry for all those men who were born with a cock of inferior stock, but a ruler such as her had to define a hierarchy and the criteria by which she should do so, as a woman, was clear cut.

'A man's true worth is established by how hung he is. Everything else is secondary.'

That thought became more and more affirmed in her mind with every thrust of Howard's hips and her opinion of the men she knew was slowly revised to adapt to this new metric.

Howard was already quite high on her list and immediately climbed to the first spot along with Gerard.

As for the man that previously held that place, he tumbled down the charts, far beneath several others, some of which she didn't even know the face, much less the name.

There was no point in giving a defined spot to a man that was so pathetically average, just as there is no point tracking a specific drop of water in the ocean.

Saber couldn't even summon the presence of mind to recall his name or his face in great detail. Not when Howard pounded her from the inside and held her slender neck in his chubby hands, as if to strangle her.

He neither would or could, of course. A Servant could not be harmed without supernatural means. Nevertheless, as a female it made her feel small and powerless, entirely at his mercy.

She didn't find it the least bit upsetting. In that moment she had completely surrendered herself to him.

Even when he tightened his grip, making it harder for her to breathe, the only thing that happened was that her pussy clenched even further.

"Hrrm. You've come a long way, Saber," Howard praised in between thrust. "I've seen many women awaken to their true selves upon my cock, but you have been the quickest by far."

"Hnn… Tha..nk you… Sir," she stuttered out with great difficulty. "It.. ahhh… is all.. hnn… because of… hnngg… you."

"Ha! I merely offered a helping hand. You are the one who took it and made all of the work. You were truly born to be an outstanding slut."

"Hhnng!" Saber groaned, climaxing around his dick to his praise. Her chest swelled with pride.

It was true. All of it. Altoria Pendragon was born a first rate slut. In hindsight it had taken very little to make her realize that. A few short weeks of hardship and carnal pleasure had been sufficient to make her accept it, despite her misplaced denials.

It was testament to how powerful a truth it was, that someone as stubborn and strong-headed as her capitulated so quickly.

But that wasn't sufficient for the likes of her. As a ruler, she couldn't be just a high tier slut. She needed to be the greatest slut of them all, no matter what sacrifices would be required of her.

Whatever loss she suffered would definitely be compensated in greater amounts of pleasure and justice.

That was her creed now and forevermore.

And who knew, perhaps one day a new kind of utopia would dawn upon the world because of it.

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