Part 2: Jeanne(Fate)

To rip her away from sleep, or unconsciousness caused by sheer exhaustion, a powerful smack hit her cheek, followed by another to the opposing side. Blinking painfully in an attempt at removing the haze over her vision, Jeanne eventually saw the chubby contours of Gordes' silhouette. Summoning all the strength left in her body, she raised her head and fiercely glared into what she assumed to be the man's eyes, though couldn't quite make sure of that, her blurry vision robbing her sight of any details. All of a sudden, the mechanical and sturdy shackles that were holding her hands and feet within the metal ring that had given her an intimate understanding of electricity were deactivated, allowing her limp body to fall to the ground by Gordes' feet. Though, as she was cut off from the Holy Grail's might, she couldn't have been much of a threat fueled only by the meager magic energy the fat Yggdmillenia member, it seemed Gordes' attendants had been instructed not to take any risk with her, zooming over to her sprawled, cum-covered form to force her hands into her back, binding them again with large manacles that would have been a better fit for a 7 feet body-builder than Laeticia's frail body, which she borrowed to manifest into the world. Once she was properly shackled, Ruler was lifted to her feet by the two acolytes and made to stand in front of the man that had captured her. With her meaty thighs stained with blots of cum that traced their origin to her ass and twat, both still filled up with fresh seed, she hardly looked like the fearsome Maiden of Orléans that had once led her country to war.

"By my count, you were raped by 68 men for a consecutive four and a half hours. They only stopped because of some suspicious activity from the Red Faction… but they'll be back soon to enjoy your wiles, Ruler. If you'd rather we stop here, however, all you need do is swear loyalty to the Yggdmillenia house. We'll install a few seals on you to make sure you obey and I'll let you rest for the day."

He likely meant to use magic similar to the Command Seals used on regular Servants on her, she thought. It wasn't unheard of that Servants could be captured and re-summoned under the enemies' control: in a way, it was already her case, only kept in this world by Gordes' energy. Despite the offer of rest, if only just curling up on the ground and getting some actual sleep, being quite tempting, Jeanne merely glared hatefully at the sadistic Mage as she replied.

"You… w-waste your time with these tortures… I shall not yield and, when I will have reacquired my freedom… the Black Faction will pay for attacking a Neutral Ruler class." She declared, her will still strong despite the taste of cock still covering her tongue.

"…I thought this might be the case. Unfortunately, I lack the time to slowly break you, Lord Darnic will demand to see results soon and that means I can't allow you any relief. As such, we will proceed to the next part of your rehabilitation immediately."

As he turned around to leave the room, the two silent Magus, likely unthinking Homonculi, pulled Jeanne along, caring little for her teetering pace and clumsy steps. She was quickly shoved in an elevator and made to face the door leading out. As she heard the buzz of machinery pulling the group down quite a few floors, she suddenly felt two hands land on her ass, Gordes' grabby fingers indulging in Ruler's elastic buns. She could have at least tried to wiggle out of the man's grasp, but she knew that would only serve to amuse him, merely clenching her teeth fiercely as her captor amused himself with the maiden's juicy rear. Once they finally reached the desired floor, Ruler was once again shoved through two or three hallways before ending up in a large, metallic room. There were tall mirrors flanking one side of the room and, based on information contained in Laeticia's memory, Jeanne knew that those were probably one-way mirrors, allowing observers to see everything on the other side while the other side could only see their own reflection. A strange choice, she thought, considering Gordes hardly felt any shame whilst tormenting her, so why bother with those? Perhaps they simply lacked the amenities appropriate for her next torture, she thought. To her surprise, the fat member of the Yggdmillenia house gestured to the two keeping her in place a command for them to leave, both of them acquiescing quickly and leaving just as fast. Since she had been led there by two guards, Jeanne was surprised to be allowed to essentially be unsupervised and unrestrained, though, with her limited Mana, she was barely any stronger than a normal girl, a thought that was likely at the forefront of her minimal freedom. Left alone with Gordes in the massive room, Ruler kept her spine straight as she glared at the man, the latter leering at her curvaceous forms hungrily.

"S-So… why have you brought me here? Wish to beat me to a pulp a bit more? Would that make you feel better about yourself?" she asked tauntingly, forcing a cocky smirk on her cock-rubbed lips.

"Hmph… There would be no point in further beating your weakened ass; that would not guarantee us your loyalty. I was hoping a few hours of rape would change your mind but I suppose you've grown used to being fucked hard during your time as the British's prisoner, haven't you?" he laughed, well aware of the horrors she had endured in her life before being burned at the stake.

"Tch… Mentioning what was done to me in life will certainly not make me flinch, Gordes. Now get on with your pointless cruelties, I tire of standing here, wasting time."

Though she gave herself the superior airs to match her arrogant words, the truth was that she felt as thought her legs would soon give out under even her unimpressive weight, trembling weakly and unwittingly making the flabby skin of her ass dance along with her tits.

"…You'll wait a bit more, Ruler, your next entertainment will only commence as I leave. If even that fails to break you, I will have to use my last resort… Pray that I don't go that far."

Nothing but hot air, Jeanne thought as Gordes skirted around her to leave, though her thoughts were interrupted when the mage that had captured her smacked her ass harshly, yet again reddening her soft flesh. As she spun around to spit a few insults at the pervert that already stepped one foot outside the room, though, a sound suddenly screeched from the wall she had been facing. Twisting around again in a reflex befitting of the captured warrior she was, her fingers twitching to grip a weapon she neither had nor could summon, she saw large panels on the surface of the wall rise up with a mechanical skidding. Though the thought of shoving Gordes out of the way and fleeing whatever fate he had cooked up for her by simply running away as far as she could, even if he could easily just cut off his link to her, which would quickly cause her to evaporate from the lack of mana, that strategy was soon denied to her as she heard the thick door behind her close, locking itself with various mechanisms and utterly sealing her in. All she could do now was face whatever monstrosity the Yggdmillenia clan had prepared to make her break… and she was soon surprised to see how accurate the term 'monstrosity' was. From the new entries that had spawned in the room came eight four-legged creatures. Covered in red, meat-like skin that resembled untreated wounds more than anything else, the entities appeared about twice as big as regular wolves, though their appearances were like nothing she had ever seen before: it was a though they were masses of walking muscles, pulsating silently and dripping pus-like juices from their pores. On the tip of their thin legs were a set of five curves claws protruding out of the stubs they used as paws. As they slowly crept their way into the cell, Jeanne took several steps back, noticing that, at the beasts' crotches bulged out long knots as long as one of the creatures' legs: the animals' cocks. It was easy to guess just what her presence in this room entailed, at this point, and the battle-hardened Jeanne guessed just what those monsters were there for. Understanding that perfectly, the nude girl dashed towards the door Gordes had closed behind him a few seconds ago, of course finding it locked. Manically, she began bashing her fists against the door. Had she still been linked to the Holy Grail, a single punch would have been enough to send that door flying, no matter what metal it was made of but, left with only the minimum amount of mana, she could only rely of Laeticia's human strength… and the French girl whose body she inhabited did not possess the kind of power she would have needed.

"L-Let me out of here!! Those monsters will kill me!!" she screamed, though she knew that was unlikely to be their goal.

"Oh, you don't have to fear for your life, Ruler, those beings won't kill you, we haven't instructed them to."

The voice, Gordes' confidant and arrogant tone being quite recognizable, blasted out of speakers tucked away in corner of the room, on the ceiling. Along with them, Jeanne recognized obvious video cameras equipped with an impressive zooming device: he wanted to catch every detail he could. Left with no other possible escape means, Jeanne simply put her back to the wall along with her palms and glared at the approaching beasts.

"For the current Great Holy Grail War, Lord Darnic authorized the development and production of these creatures, crossing several different animal genes and mixing a few muscle growth and strength-enhancing spells along with ample amounts of military grade steroids. The result were… not what we were hoping for, however those beasts could still be controlled semi-efficiently using ultrasounds, so it was decided to keep them as torture weapons for any woman that might get captured during the war. I doubt any of us expected you to be the first one to experience these creatures' wrath, though, Ruler. If you wish to surrender yourself to us at any point, just say so… I'll judge whether you're honest or not." The voice laughed before closing the channel, ending the communication.

Now fully left alone with the five animal-like monsters, Jeanne tried to come up with a way to flee from the beasts until, perhaps, Gordes chose a different torture for her: shje may not have had her strength, but her warrior-like agility was a matter of muscle memory, not quite Laeticia's own physical exploits, leading her to believe she would manage to dodge to the side of the creatures and flee from them long enough until her captors tired of merely watching that game of fetch. However, it seemed the vulgar animals possessed true hunting instincts as they had cut off any possible exit for her to dive through. Even then, if they had been made with half of the stuff Gordes' claimed had gone into their creation, she would likely ruin out of stamina before they would, if she could outrun them at all. She saw one ready itself to leap at her, fangs and claws attacking and, as soon as it did so, she herself leapt beneath it, rolling her way behind the feral animals. That went better than she had expected, she thought, though only for a second as two of the other creatures had predicted her dodge and were already rushing towards her. Hearing their coarse breaths right in her back, Jeanne barely managed to get two steps of running before being trampled down to the ground by the beasts, her face and chest forced to the ground while her rear remained propped in the air in an utterly undignified manner. Try as she might, the animals' strength was easily enough to keep her pinned to the floor, her cheeks flattened along with her creamy tits. As she tried to move away, only able to wiggle her ass nearly as an invitation, she soon felt the weight of the beast she had dodged under just a second ago trample her back, further pining her to the ground, and, as she had expected, it placed its long, thick knot in between her ass' cheeks, rubbing her asshole as it panted over her. In desperation, she let out a scream as she attempted to flip the monster off her back through by simply getting back to her feet, though failing utterly. And, under the watchful eye of the camera above, Ruler gasped miserably when the freak stuffed its dark-red cock up her asshole; compared to the mere human magi that had enjoyed her maidenhood, that beast far outdid their girths and lengths, stretching her asshole with ease as she was made to gurgle a series of shrieks as she felt the pain of the fuck blast through her entire body, both paralyzing her and allowing her to feel each inch of knot stuffed up her ass. She felt the beast's claws dig into her shoulder blades as it straddled over her. Not that it truly needed to in any way, its allies already holding down both her arms to the ground as she was violated like the submissive bitch their instincts told them she was. As the thrusts began, a motion she had been rekindled much too soon at the hands of her magic-using captors not so long ago, she realized that, was she not a magical manifestation of a heroic figure born into the world thanks to someone else's magic, she realized the jabs up her ass were so powerful, they likely would have shattered a normal girl's hips, especially Laeticia's whose body she was borrowing. Though that may have seemed like luck to some, it also meant she could feel every single bit of suffering as the wet, slippery dong forced its way up her colon: she could hear every single spurt of pre-cum coil against her innards as the beast fucked her. Her fingers crept powerfully on the ground as she tried to bear the pain of the enormous beasthood forced into her, her jaws clenched fiercely to withstand it as her eyes rolled upwards.

"U-UuurrRgghhAhh…!! AaaAHHCCc—cckkk…!!!" the Holy Maiden bawled, her ass rammed in by something God had never intended to exist.

"Can you hear me, Ruler? A bit of an unexpected event transpired: it seems the monstrosities ravaging your anus are producing acid from the pores of their skin. We're not quite sure what might be causing it, but since we don't want you to leave us too soon, I'll provide you with a bit more magic energy so your skin and organs can be tough enough to withstand the acid. Of course, you'll still feel a slight[/] sting…!"

Jeanne barely heard Gordes' highly-processed voice through her own screams, roaring so loudly that her throat itself quickly began to pain her as well. It was a gurgling scream unlike any she would have sobbed during a battle, no matter how brutal it may be. That scream was nothing but pain, utterly devoid of sanity and most especially pleasure: She could feel the liquid oozed out of the animal's skin drip over her flesh. As Gordes had predicted, a sickening, sizzling sound whistled its way to her ear as the pain somehow increased further: though she could not see it, the beast's sweat, and its pre-cum, for that matter, had begun blistering on her skin like sweltering oil. Although a nauseating sound floated of off the Servant's skin as the liquid dissolved her very skin, the magic supplied by Gordes allowed for her body to nearly instantly heal, replacing the dead skin with new skin faster than the naked eye could see. But she still felt the entirety of it, of course, causing her to weep twice as loudly as she had been so far, hiccupping her screams with each thrust up her ass. Eventually, her throat gave out, allowing her only to let out a guttural wheeze, like a wounded animal, her shrieks ignored by the mutant animals pinning her down and especially flouted by the one relentlessly jamming its cock up her ass. As it bestrode over her, the freak let out its drool-covered tongue, letting it droop over her skull and soon covering her steel hair ornament with its slobber. Thankfully, it seemed that its saliva was not acid like whatever liquid it was currently seeping onto her skin, though it did possess an unbearable reek, one that only served to further nauseate her. The more the meaty knot relentless smashed into her ass, the more Ruler couldn't keep the tears from leaking down her cheeks, letting out weak groans and whimpers with each stab into her stretched anus. Soon enough, it became obvious that the beast would soon be done with her, panting just as coarsely as she herself was, its tongue lolled out much like Jeanne's own. With one final jab into her ass, the monster finally unleashed its load into her: though the feeling was disgusting, even for the experience war maiden she was, having been drenched in the blood and guts of both her enemies and her allies, Jeanne couldn't help but feel a bit of relief. Only… the flow never stopped. The freakish creation's semen filled her up until, eventually, it leaked out of from whatever cracks it could seep out of. She felt it stuff its way through her intestines and all the way to her stomach, her acute senses allowing her to feel each and every spec of cum in her innards, a disgustingly warm and sticky feeling. As the beast finished emptying its mutant balls into her ass with a few last jabs, its panting nearly talking the form of strange cackles, though the disoriented and breathless Jeanne could hardly tell the difference at all: with the side of her head rested on the ground, all her five senses could perceive was muddled and twisted into pain and discomfort… until the animal, satisfied with the insane amount of cum it had splurted into its bitch, took out its long cock, letting a flow of fresh semen splotch its way to the floor below. She felt the beast hop off her back, finally allowing her to let out a groan of relief: an ugly, pitiful whine, one that clashed disgustingly with her refined traits, as twisted in pain as they were. But, at the very least, she took solace in knowing it was over… or, rather, a very naïve part of her believed that for a short second as she quickly realized that, while the beast had indeed removed itself both from her and from inside her, another another quickly took its place, straddling its oozing flesh on top of her.

"N-NoOoooOoo!! No more!!" She screamed, once again gathering what little strength she had left to try and crawl away from the demonic animal.

She felt its claws graze the soft skin of her ass as it reached for her elbows, taking a stand over them much like the previous beast had, and soon recognized the cylindrical organ that had enlarged her ass for the last several minutes, trembling as she felt the tip of it pressed against her asshole once again…

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Ruler wasn't quite sure for how long she had been left at the mercy of the ravenous mutants created by the Yggdmillenia zealots. Hours? Possibly days? No matter the amount of time had passed, she was certain each of the monstrous dogs had shot a load of their vile semen at least twice per monster, her body simply getting fully numb by some point. She was fairly certain she had also blacked out towards the end of her rape as well, only woken up by some nameless Homunculi dragging her to her feet. In front of her was that despicable man, the coward that had led her into this hell, Gordes. He seemed content to see her in this state, weakened, panting and trembling. Of course he would be. He must have thought that she was quite close to breaking, giving in to his twisted wills all for the sake of winning the Holy Grail War. After one swift movement of his finger, Gordes commanded a third homunculus to toss a bucket of cold water over the Summoned Spirit, ridding her skin of the specs of cum that had been covered it. Normally, the freezing water would have further pained her, being so cold that its temperature would have felt like a bite, but her senses were so dulled that she barely reacted at all upon being splashed. If anything, she welcomed the water gladly, cleaning the filth off her face, hair and torso, at least.

"So, Ruler… Since you've yet to beg, I take it you have yet to change your mind? We could have left those dogs have their way with you for days, but I figured you may have changed your tune, by now. If you decide to join Yggdmillenia as a slave, you will be spared any more torment. For now, at least." Gordes laughed, never tiring of ogling at the young maiden's nude body.

Coughing once or twice, still difficultly dealing with the pain she felt, Jeanne rose furious eyes to the Yggdmillenia magus, though her voice, coarse and weaker, hardly followed with her bolder glare.

"…M-My will won't… w-waver to such… horrors…" she mumbled, her legs shaking under her own weight despite the assistance of the two aides by her sides.

At the end of her words, a powerful slap smacked her cheek, sending her head sideways with a grunt. A quarter of her face now reddened, Jeanne remained silent, neither willing to submit nor inclined to earning herself any more abuse.

"That's not an issue. Your next trial was one I was hoping to spare you, for even I know it may too cruel for anyone to endure, but I grow tired of your tenacity: It is time to fully break you. Make sure she does not manage to slip away!"

And, with a guiding motion, he walked out of the room, the two Homunculi dragging Jeanne along. Ruler, despite her mental fortitude, didn't resist the pull. Not that she could have resisted even the meagre strength of Homunculi. Her hands were forced into her back and she was pushed through several hallways, nearly tripping over several times as she did. Eventually, they made it to another room, smaller than the previous one and filled with large computer consoles, blinking furiously and emitting an array of odd sounds.

What followed was muddy for the Summoned Spirit but, when she managed to gather enough strength to try and get a hold of herself, she realized her position had vastly changed: she was now straddling over a man, that man, as Gordes lay on a steel table. With her hands resting on the man's shoulders, her arms weakly trembling as she struggled to remain on top of him without falling, Ruler merely scowled at the man: she had fully expected that he would eventually want to have his way with her just like so many others had so far. It was rather predictable, really, yet she still trembled in rage as she sat over his lap. Only when he laid his hands on her soft hips, reviving all of her dormant senses, did Ruler realize that several plastic suction cups had been placed all over her body. Several thin cables now dangling off her body, covering everything from her arms to her legs to her ass and breasts and, to complete this new set of technology fastened to her body, a helmet was placed on her skull, white and sleek with even more wires sprouting from its back and snaking their way to a large console in the back. Even the modern memories of the body she inhabited couldn't help her establish the purpose of those devices.

"W-What is this madness…?!" she asked, still fury-filled but too weak to whisk herself away from even that man's grip.

"Another contraption that was meant to be used for the interrogation of captives, though I thought it may be of use for your… persuasion. It is a mix of magic and technology, I believe you'll fully appreciate its ingenuity once you experience its use firsthand. And, of course, I'll enjoy your Holy vagina for the first of many times throughout." The fat man laughed, rubbing his ungloved hands on the girl's thighs.

"A-After all that I've been through, you… th-think you'd be enough to break me? Your foolishness is d… deep…?!"

Her voice had turned into a squeak of surprise when Gordes, after a few well-placed tugs and pulls, undid his pants to reveal his hardened manhood to the Maiden, the latter seeing the full size of his cock at last: for someone that seemed to have such confidence issues, he had a dick that many would have envied: not as monstrously immense and beastly as the dogs that had ravaged her but still bigger than any of the magi or homunculi that had enjoyed her body thus far: it reached from the tip of her vagina all the way to her navel and boasted a girth that would have made any girl, experienced or not, squeal from the excessive stretch it would impose on them. As though to tease the poor girl, the man placed it against her lower stomach, Ruler feeling the incredible heat of his veiny third leg.

"…I-I won't flinch just from this…"

"Maybe not, but you'll fall regardless. Start it!" Gordes said, yelling his last two words in the direction of a few homunculi scientists in the back.

The white-clad, emotionless entities nodded grimly and pressed a few buttons on the imposing console in front of them. Immediately, Ruler felt a light tickle originate from the cups placed on her, the prickling feeling soon spread over her whole body and, after the helmet placed on her head beeped in activation, her vision went completely dark.

"W-What's going on…?!" she gasped, troubled by her sudden blindness.

"This machine is the fruit of years of work combining both arcane magic and modern technology. Its inner workings are only of use for interrogations and torture, however… as you'll soon find out."

True to his word, images began appearing in front of Ruler's eyes: they were vivid, as though she were literally there. Blinking in surprise, her vision allowed her to see a village, grey and desolate, much like the sky above her, her sense of touch felt the cold breeze whisk against her nude skin and her smell could perceive the odor of nearby flames. Soon enough, a thin veil of smoke appeared before her eyes as well and, when she looked down, she understood in horror just what the machine was doing: in the middle of the very village in which she had met her end, she was going to be set ablaze once again.

"N-No… Stop this r-right this instant…!" she babbled, blindingly searching for Gordes within the manufactured sight of the village.

"Based on your reaction, I take it the simulation is successful. This machine is designed to perfectly manipulate all your senses, including whatever mystical auguries the Ruler class grants you. Had you simply joined us willingly, we likely would never have used this device at all. But, since you're such a persistent whore, we decided you may want to relive your last few moments as a mere human again."

"Stop it! Anything but that!!"

Though she had heard Gordes' voice, she still couldn't see him in the least, only managing to cross eyes with the villagers gathered around the village's pyre. It was exactly as she remembered it: some looked distraught to see her defeated and about to meet her end, but most appeared delighted to see the enemy that she was finally bite the dust in a most painful way. And that is when she saw them: springing from her kneeled thighs, long red flames began grazing her skin, quickly engulfing her entire body. Feeling the flames consuming her flesh, Jeanne let out a long, torturous scream, the kind that would quickly bloody up her throat, guttural and beastly, like a wounded animal calling desperately for help. The moment she began to bawl like a cow, Gordes, seeing her confused, panicked eyes, immediately jabbed his cock into her twat, allowing Jeanne to feel his manhood stretch her pussy as he began pumping his cock in and out of her used, soppy twat. From within her own personal nightmare, Ruler felt the sudden penetration of her womanhood, both fucked and charred at the same time. Assuming the helmet placed on her head must have been connected to her new visions, Jeanne tried to raise her arms so she could remove the accursed contraption from her head but found that she was utterly unable too, completely paralyzed as she was scorched alive. In truth, it was because the mage viciously fucking her held her wrists down as to keep her from escaping, but the result was the same nonetheless. As she bobbed on top of Gordes' cock, Jeanne's eyes shook in madness, her tears flowing down her cheeks as her tits flailed up and down with each of her mate's thrusts into her.

"P-PLEEeeeEEazzeeEE!! NOT THE FLAAAAAaaAAMEESSS!!" Ruler shrieked, seeing her flesh both ebb away as it was consumed only to be replaced with new, fresh meat to be burned a second later.

"What a cute voice you have, Ruler! So that's all it took, in the end… you haven't even experienced it for five minutes!"

"I beg! I beg of you!! Anything but this! I'll s-serve you! I'll make sure Yggdmillenia wins the war!! G-GyaAarggHh!! Puh—Please!!" she pleaded, her body shaken by spasms as the simulated pain blasted through her being.

"Heh… That should have been your first answer, dumb bitch. But I'll be merciful: I'll make it end once I cum inside you. So move those hips!" the mustached man laughed, satisfied with the terror he saw in his captive's eyes.

She had heard the order and had understood it perfectly, despite her own blubbering covering it up: she would obey, anything to escape that hell. Guessing that she was still straddling Gordes' crotch like a cheap slut, Jeanne brought her hands on what she assumed to be her tormentor's chest and did as she had been told, thrusting her hips of her own volition. She imagined she must have looked utterly pathetic, ridiculous even as she willingly attempted to make her torturer cum using her ravaged vagina. Her own lube mixed disgustingly with the man's pre-cum, though she could only feel the seething burn of the flames. Seeing her surrender, Gordes allowed his hands to land on Ruler's ass, greedily enjoying the feel of her softened skin as he admired her utterly defeated expression. Subtly, he waved towards the scientists manning the computers, the lab coat homunculi fiddling a bit with the settings of their equipment. Immediately, Ruler felt the intensity of the flames lessen, if only by a bit. Encouraged by this mercy, Jeanne redoubled her efforts, letting a small smile appear on her lips.

"Auggrhh… I-Is this to your l-liking, sir?" Jeanne coughed, attempting to smile despite the continuing pain and flowing tears.

"Haha… Indeed, Ruler! Instead of a war maiden, you should have become a harlot! You're so good at this that I'm nearly about to cum, don't stop now!" the magus giggled, loving the sight of Ruler's bubbling meat as he smacked her ass.

Though she still only saw and felt the flames, Jeanne was more than happy to comply, the bit of pain that had been relieved of her allowing her to focus her mind on the task: as she swung her hips, all she could think of was to make Gordes cum; She didn't mind if it meant putting an end to this hell. At one point, the Servant felt her oppressor's hands cup and squeeze her hanging breasts like the udders of a well-grown cow and managed to hear his laughter through her own moans and whines: she willingly let him touch her as he pleased, willing to go as low as he wished if it meant being freed from this pain. As he dug his fingers into the flabby meat of her breasts, content to finally be able to do so with the summoned spirit that had resisted for this long. After several more minutes of intense fucking, beads of sweat appearing on both of the fornicators, Gordes seized Ruler's ass powerfully, his own grunts mixing with Jeanne's slutty moans, and doubled his pace before shoving his cock as deep into her moist twat as he possibly could, hoping to be the one to impregnate her, if such a thing could come to be. Still surrounded by flames, Jeanne barely felt the stream of semen splurting its way into her vagina, quickly filling her up like so many others had so far. Trembling, panting and defeated, Ruler collapsed on top of Gordes' chest like a lover satiated with the harsh fuck she had received. With a hand wave, the Yggdmillenia mage commanded the machine to be shut down completely, the scientists in charge doing so. As quickly as the visions had appeared in front of her eyes, the images of her own burning flesh finally disappeared from her sight along with the seething, hellish agony she had been enduring. Slowly seeing Gorde's chest instead of the village in which she had died, Ruler let out a small cackle, one that slowly turned into a soft, tired giggle.

"Th-Thank you… for letting me live… w-without the flames, sir…" Jeanne mumbled, her eyes twitching as she stared into empty air.

"Hmph. Will you join us, then, Ruler? Or maybe you'd like to get more familiar with our creation?" he teased, still rubbing the girl's ass as she laid on top of him.

"I-I will do… absolutely anything for you… sir…!" she declared, a fearful madness painting her eyes.

And she meant it entirely, gladly rubbing her breasts against the man's chest if it meant he'd spare her any more pain.

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"Go tell Lord Darnic that the Ruler class Servant has been subdued successfully. And prepare my room with the tools I had requested, understood?"

The two Homunculi nodded blankly and headed out, never minded the sloppy suction sounds coming from Gordes's crotch. Kneeled in front of him was Jeanne, having discarded what few pieces of armor she had still been wearing to serve her new master in the nude. With her reddened ass cheeks prepped against her ankles, Ruler diligently and devotedly sucked the man's cock. After she had been spared the flames, the blonde girl had been fucked in both her pussy and her asshole quite a few times by the man that could now claim to have subdued and enslaved a Ruler class Servant, the strongest of all of them, the one she now feared more than anything else. With a calm hand, Gordes fawned Jeanne's blond mane as she swallowed his cock whole, intent on satisfying his needs.

"You're a very good cock-sucker, Jeanne. Did you enroll men into your army by offering them such good blowjobs?" he asked teasingly, thinking of all the ways he'd punish that supple flesh of hers in the coming days.

"N-No, sir… But, when I was captured by the English, they had originally decided to keep me as a sex slave: I was trained to become a good whore for several weeks. A single poor fellatio was p-punished with hours of torture. They trained me until I became a good enough slut for the King of Britain… He made me hop on his cock as he sat on the throne for hours…" she explained between cock-lappings.

"Haha, I suppose history sparred you the mention of that part. It's alright, though, we'll make sure your abilities never go to waste again. You'll be Yggdmillenia's immortal cum bucket. How does that sound, Jeanne?"

"A-Aaahnn… I-If it is your will, sir, I-I'll gladly obey…!" she declared, her widened, crazed eyes pleading him to have mercy on her pathetic form.

"Good girl. I'll make sure you get plenty of that cum you seem to love every single day, from now on. But first, you'll help us win the Holy Grail War, won't you?"

"Yes sir! I-I'll use my own abilities as the Ruler class servant to make the Red Faction's Servants kill their own masters! If you so wish, of course…!" Jeanne said, as she kissed her lord's ballsack.

"Hmph… Well, perhaps some of them should be put to the same use as you, now that I think about it. Would that be within your power, Jeanne?"

After one lap of the entire length of his cock, Ruler offered him a terrified smile, piety glimmering in her eyes.

"Of course… Master…!"