"So, Olivier Armstrong, the head of the noble Armstrong family. What a beauty! It's a shame that you're not going to get as much enjoyment out of this ordeal as I am." Envy said teasingly. They'd stopped by the dressing room before heading on to her holding cell, and much to her shame, Lust had snapped on a leather leash to the collar that was part of the skimpy top she was currently wearing.
She was now being tugged along by Lust, who seemed to be enjoying this just as much as Envy, which was really worrying Olivier at that point. When they reached the holding cell, Lust unclipped the collar, and shoved her inside. Envy followed, and at that point, when the door was shut and locked, Olivier actually felt a twinge of fear. "So, Miss Armstrong, it seems that you really managed to get Wraith angry with you. He almost never asks for us to keep prisoners alive, so you're pretty special. However, here, we don't really hold back when it comes to punishing our prisoners either. Lust here even has a couple of fetishes of her own that always come in handy with the more stubborn ones, such as you, dear. So, it's completely up to you as to how we handle this. You might even get to have a little bit of enjoyment out of this if you're willing to cooperate." Envy said as he made his way toward her.
Olivier instinctively backed away to give herself room to fight, and scowled as she went for her sword, only to remember that she was completely unarmed. When Envy finally reached her, he reached out and grabbed her shirt, ripping it off completely, leaving only the collar on. She immediately covered herself with her arms, a slow, hot blush creeping to her cheeks as she realized that there were two people in the room staring at her. However, she found herself faced with quite the dilemma when Lust's black spikes rushed out and quickly sliced through her skirt, and she had to decide which was more important to hide.
"Now now sweety, that won't do." Lust said in a seductive tone. She zipped over, and looked Olivier in the face once, and than proceeded to force her up right once more. "Envy, secure her arms for me, will you?" The smaller man made his way over, unclipped the leash from her collar, and bound her hands quite tightly with the leather piece, making her wince as he knotted it.
"Well, Envy, would you care to do the honors, or should I?" Lust asked, smirking at her newly bound prey. "If you don't mind, I think I'll get her started." Envy turned around, and slowly dropped his skirt like garb, and when he turned around, he revealed his half hardened member to the blonde. She gagged mockingly, and whipped her hair out of her face in disgust.
"Hmph. Still got a bit of spunk let in ya, don't you? Well, we can fix that in an instance." Envy said, glaring at her. He motioned for Lust to do something, and Olivier found herself on her knees, her face forced out as Lust gripped her hair tightly and moved her head toward Envy.
He brought it up to her lips, and Lust yanked on her hair forcefully, and finally she couldn't help but gasp. At that moment, she felt Envy's cock enter her mouth, and she gagged as it was shoved down her throat. "Your minute starts now." he said to her calmly. Lust released her painful grip on Oliviers hair finally, and much to her Olivier's own shock, her body seemed to take over.
She could feel herself becoming aroused, and already she could tell that she was dripping wet. Her head began to bob back and forth rhythmically, and moans could be heard, though from which of the two they were coming from, it wasn't quite clear. After a couple seconds longer, Envy grabbed onto her head and quickly released himself in her mouth, refusing to let her breath and lose even a single one of his salty sperm. She squirmed and fought, but finally managed to swallow, and he let her go.
Olivier fell to the ground, gasping for air, her face flushed and heart pounding. She couldn't help but look up at him, just out of curiosity, but she regretted it as soon as she did. When their eyes met, something sparked. Not really something romantic or loving, but some sort of animal instinct that seemed to be guiding the normally cold, steeled blonde. She lost her nerve at that point, and lowered her head again.
Envy simply stood there, never moving, even as she recoiled. To be honest, it definitely seemed to have surprised him that Olivier had backed down. He'd heard a lot about the younger woman from Sloth, and how powerful she was. He had expected a woman who would've fought and yelled, not one that would've allowed herself to be bound and basically raped.
It was at that moment that something dawned on the homunculus. This woman had never accepted a lover before, much less agreed to any sort of sexual act with a man. She'd chosen the military as a way out of marriage, or so their sources had told them. So, could it have been that she was scared?
Worried he was over-thinking this whole thing, he turned away and pulled on that odd skirt like bottom piece of his, and threw open the door. "Lust, she's yours~" he called out.