Lust pulled out, and the sudden withdrawal almost made Olivier moan. She knew that this was only the beginning, but oddly enough, she wasn't sure she wanted to imagine the end. The painful ache forming within her was worsening everytime they touched, everytime their gazes met and then tore away. She had a fully naked homunculus woman in front of her, owning her in every sense of the word.
"I see your eyes following me." Lust said simply as she got up to retrieve a small rag. She made her way back over slowly, showing off every side to Olivier, who in turn tried her best to look away angrily.

As soon as she got back, Lust delivered a solid punch to Olivier's gut, and the blonde gasped, opening her mouth to let Lust stuff in the makeshift gag. With her hands tied, Olivier couldn't spit the wad out, and found her voice muffled almost completely. "Well, I guess I can get started now." Lust said, a spark in her eye.

She went to work, starting at the woman's legs, kissing up her leg, all around the sensitive inner areas of her thighs. She nicked at the area nearest to her womanhood, blowing hot air over it, only to quickly pull away and continue on up. Lust could already feel the lust building inside the both of them, whether Olivier wanted to admit it or not. It was only a matter of time until Lust broke her.

She kept on going, biting sharply on her hips and breasts, leaving her marks of dominance all over the major general's pale, immaculate skin. She took her time, licking up from her hip to her cheek before biting down roughly on her earlobe, and then her jugular. This finally got her the response she wanted. Olivier gasped, and her breathing accelerated once again. That ache became more than just pain, it became pleasure, and need.

Lust saw the change starting in her eyes, and sped up her pace. She went in for a kiss, slamming her lips to Oliviers, biting and gaining entrance into the woman's mouth. It took but a second to gain dominance over the blonde's tongue, at which point she began to probe around, kissing and sucking every spot she could get to.

Finally she broke away, and made sure to leave a group of marks on her neck before starting down. Olivier had come back to her senses for just a moment, only to feel as if she could scream at the amount of tension building up inside of her.

Lust started at her wet lower lips, licking slowly over them. She let her hot breath pour out over them, teasing her to the point that Olivier was about to give in. Lust stopped for a moment, then started again, rubbing with her fingers. She probed around, searching for that one hidden spot, only to be reminded that she was dealing with a virgin. She was met with a barrier, and realized she'd have to take the blonde in front of her fully if she wanted to have any more fun.

Sighing, she got up, and elicited a small, almost unheard whimper from Olivier as she went to grap a decent sized bull whip. Olivier's eyes widened as she saw it, but then realized that Lust wasn't going to flay her. She was going to take her with it.

Before she could truly try to fight back one last time, Lust started to shove it in, slowly, twisting it around, lubricating it as much as possible. Then, all at once, she felt the butt of the handle go in farther, and a trickle of blood flowing out. The pain was mild, but suddenly turned into pleasure as she felt the handle making its way in and out of her, ists pace quickening before disappearing all together.

And that was the last straw. With a moan around the gag, Olivier let a couple of tears slide down her cheeks as she snapped her eyes shut momentarily. Lust stopped what she was about to do, and looked up. She noticed the tears, cocked an eyebrow, and forced Olivier to open her mouth. Lust winked and pulled the gag out, motioning for her captive to say something.

"Please, just please. Make it stop!" Olivier chocked out desperately.

"Not good enough. You have to beg." Lust countered, a cruel smirk on her face.

Olivier snarled, but her lust was simply to much. "I'm begging you, please t-take me as your own." she said slowly.

That was all Lust needed. She grabbed the small gag again, forcing it back into Olivier's mouth. The blonde major general got an angry glare on her face, but shut her eyes and moaned into the gag.

Lust tossed the bullwhip on the floor, and bent down between Olivier's legs. She inhaled the musky scent of her free-flowing juices before lapping them up and starting on her. She started down low once again, brining it up to her pussy only to stop and repeat this several more times.

Finally she separated Olivier's lips, and fished with her tongue, desperately singling out her clit before starting to abuse it. She'd had a feeling from the start that the blond major general would like it rough, and she was right. Olivier was moaning and writhing, desperately trying to call out some name around the rag that was filling her mouth completely.

Lust continued swirling around her clit until she knew Olivier was on the brink of a serious climax. At that point, Lust grabbed for the bull whip one last time, and pushed it in slowly before going at an inhuman speed in and out. The friction and sheer size of the handle, along with all of the torturous stimulating shook her off the edge, and Olivier screamed as loudly as possible while gagged, bucking and heaving in ecstasy.

Lust smirked, and waited for a good three minutes until she finally calmed again. The blonde still shivered and moaned, but was spent overall. "You see, I bring out the lust in anyone. Especially in fickle bitches like you." she said, running her sharpened nail over Olivier's jaw line carefully.

Olivier tried to say something, but simply couldn't because of the rag. Lust rolled her eyes, then yanked it out again, this time discarding it. Olivier sighed gratefully before looking her attacker in the eyes. Those eyes... Had she really fallen so deep into those malicious eyes as to give her complete control? Not only that, but Olivier wasn't sure if she could give the feeling of submission up at that point.