Rider and Sakura
Approaching the door of the club, Sakura was in some discomfort. She hadn't seen Shirou since she had arrived in the Nexus, several weeks ago and, consequentially, she had also not had sex since then. Her arousal was becoming more and more difficult to manage, and her prana supplies were starting to overflow, even with her offloading as much as she could onto her ever-loyal servant. And, on top of all that, she was now approaching a sex club, dressed in a smart, low-cut, tank top that highlighted her cleavage, a smart, shortish black skirt similar to the ones her sister often wore and black stockings held up by a suspender belt. In her hand was a leash, on the end of which was her servant, Rider, wearing her usual battle outfit, except with the blindfold replaced with her special mystic eye killer contact lenses.
Sakura had come to this club to have some fun with her willing sex slave. At least, that was what she told the person on the door. In actual fact, she was here to sell Rider. A friend come to her and told her of a slave ring that specialised in training and selling supernatural beings as slaves. And, Rider, as her eyes would attest, was very much a supernatural being. To that end, underneath Rider's collar was an electric shock device, controlled by a device in Sakura's hand, designed to be able to torture, render unconscious and, if necessary, even kill almost any being in existence. Of course, what the slavers did not know was that Rider was an incorporeal being, and could slip out of the collar in any time. The contact wanted to infiltrate the group and destroy it, in order to rescue her friend, and Sakura had happily agreed to assist the poor woman, particularly when she provided some information that could help her locate Shirou.
Unfortunately, despite Sakura's research and Rider's ability to listen in to secret conversations, they had been unwilling to determine anything more than that the contact was a woman, seemingly a very attractive one, and that this club was used as the drop-off point where sales could be negotiated. It was extemely clever, really. You walk into the club with a willing slave, "trade" them with another patron, and that patron walks out with the same slave. The shock collars would ensure that their slave would remain silent throughout the process. Of course, there was one fatal flaw in their plan, and it was the one Sakura was going to exploit, just as soon as she could find the purchaser....
Well, I guess I should just start with the most attractive woman and work downwards..., she thought.
Fortunately, whilst Sakura did not know how to find the contact, she did know how to verify them. The little device she held in her hand was the control for the shock collar. To a normal patron, it was nothing special but, when a copy was handed to the contact, it would prove to them both who they were and, also, would demonstrate to the contact that they could come to no harm at the hands of the extremely-strong captive.
Looking around, Sakura fixated on an extremely attractive red-headed woman sitting at the bar wearing a white summer dress. Sakura wasn't sure she was the type to buy slaves, but she definitely looked interested in sex. And, she was gorgeous. Enough so that Sakura felt like she wanted to take her into a side room and fuck her brains out.
No, I cannot cheat on Shirou like that.
However horny she was, even if it was causing her pain, she did not want to cheat on her beloved. Even with a stunningly-attractive redhead who would look great nak....
No, brain, stop! she thought, catching herself fantasising once more.
Meanwhile, her slave/servant was also getting rather aroused. She knew what they were here for, and she could also see her master's arousal. And, it was bringing back one of her old guilty fantasies. She was imagining the woman taking control of her with the shock collar, forcing her to capture her master and, then, forcing her to torture and dominate Sakura, giving her master sexual release she desperately needed, but only after a long and protracted punishment involving most of Rider's darker desires. Of course, it was never something she would act on, not without Sakura's express consent, but, seeing that woman, coupled with Sakura's current state, made her almost want to.
Rider was shaken out of her fantasy as Sakura dragged her by the leash she was wearing over to the woman.
"Hi there", she said with a smile as she took a seat at the bar, subtly flashing the control for the shock collar at the woman as she spoke, knowing that, if she were the real contact, she would pick up on it and, most likely, ask them to come somewhere more private.
Rider, meanwhile, dutifully stood beside her, still leashed, trying to act the part she was supposed to be playing.
