Riza(Fullmetal Alchemist)

It had been a very stressful couple of weeks for Colonel Roy Mustang ever since Führer Bradley had torn apart his team. Havoc, Breda, Falman, Fuery and, of course, Riza Hawkeye were taken from his command and swiftly sent to almost opposite sides of Amestris, effectively dismantling the few trustworthy faces he had under his orders. A low blow that almost seemed to be a strategic dash of salt on top of his wound left by the death of his right-hand man, Maes Hughes; and the cherry on top, Hawkeye had been reassigned as Bradley's very own personal secretary.

Mustang was worried about if, somehow, King Bradley had learned of his ambition of becoming the next Führer. It would certainly explain the sudden decision to dismantle any rogue cell within the military that could eventually threaten his position as Amestris' ultimate authority but, why not get rid of Mustang himself? After all, he is the one that would be the most imminent threat to the eyepatch-wearing general. Why go through the paperwork of sending his troops all over the country yet keeping Mustang in Central? Was it to keep his eye on him?

In the end, in the few times that Roy had come across Führer Bradley since he sent his men away, he couldn't read the man's true intentions. He would always keep a warm, yet formal smile whenever he addressed the younger Colonel. However, Mustang was looking for something else whenever he crossed paths with his superior; someone, to be specific.

Riza Hawkeye was the only member of his team that remained in Central City but, ironically, she's the one he'd seen the least of. His men were to report back through any means necessary to him as soon as they were stationed wherever King Bradley had sent them and Mustang held hopes that the cocky choice of placing his most trusted Lieutenant as aide would end up backfiring spectacularly in Bradley's face when Hawkeye ended up getting her hands on intel that would come in handy at deposing the incumbent Führer in favor of the Colonel but… Riza Hawkeye was nowhere to be found.

But the Lieutenant had turned into the least of Roy's concerns when one day, out of nowhere, he received a notice where it was laid clear that he was being summoned for a personal meeting with the man himself, Führer Bradley. Him and Bradley in a one-on-one meeting was a tempting prospect for the ambitious man. After all, he was confident he could roast Bradley to a crisp before he could even salute him with that silly grin of his that Mustang had come to despise so much.

As the Colonel walked down the aisle toward the Führer's office, he could feel his heart race at the thought of facing off with King Bradley right then and there. However, the lonesome echoes of his steps down the hall reminded him that, right now, he was alone. No Hughes would be having his back anymore; No Hawkeye to ask him to remain calm and strike at the right time. He would have to remind himself those things on his own for now.

When he opened the Führer's office doors and stepped inside, it all started to move on as he had foreseen, a greeting, formal salute and regular pleasantries while the doors closed down behind him. Now they were alone.

Mustang tried to hide his disappointment and his frenzied gazes around the office to find a sign of the Lieutenant but his attention snapped back to his superior when he rose from his chair.

"Allow me to be blunt, Colonel." Said the Führer, as he turned his back on Mustang to face out the window. "What do I need to do in order for you to get the message?"

All the bravado that Roy had welling up inside him extinguished in an instant, like a candle being blown out by a gust of wind. The idea of his budding conspiracy being found out this early a horrifying prospect.

"You seem to still be trying to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Even after I thought I had made myself clear with the demotion of your subordinates." Bradley turned back at Mustang with a piercing glare, "You should be thankful you weren't the one sent away to one of the distant corners of our beautiful nation to organize old files the rest of your military career!"

Mustang wouldn't give in this easily and tried to make sure what exactly was the Führer talking about, "I'm sorry, sir. But what do you mean?" he blurted trying to remain composed and unfazed like his adversary.

King Bradley turned back again on Mustang and sighed "You really are just a stubborn troublemaker…"

The Colonel reasoned that if he couldn't prod Bradley for specifics, he might as well try to get this over with as soon as possible, even a prideful man like him knew when it's best to just bow your head and move on. "…My apologies, Sir."

After a brief, but absolutely uncomfortable silence, the Führer turned to face the Colonel once again. "Oh well… No matter, I guess it was nothing too important anyway." he stated in a more relaxed tone just before closing his eye and smiling at the younger man. "After all that's not the real reason I summoned you to my office today, Colonel."

Taken aback, Mustang only asked back, "T-then what business do you have with me, sir?"

Still holding his smile King Bradley just stated "The Lieutenant wanted to be seen by you."

Mustang's legs trembled and his heart started thumping even faster, "The Lieutenant? Why does she want to see me?"

"As I've said, she stated she wanted to be seen by you. I reckon you haven't seen each other in a while, right?"

The Colonel could only quirk an eyebrow, not knowing how to reply at such a thing. Not that he would have time to think of something as he saw Bradley walk around his desk and stand now at the opposite end of the office's main carpet that proudly held Amestris' coat of arms.

"You can come now, Lieutenant!" the Führer called.

After King Bradley's joyous voice reverberated around the room for a brief instant, a door to the right of the room opened and some steps were heard entering the room. Roy figured it would be the Lieutenant but he couldn't risk showing any hint of longing or excitement in front of his superior; his opponent. So, he tried to hold a stern look in the Führer's direction, waiting for the Lieutenant to walk into his peripheral vision on her own.

However. no amount of his hard-ass attitude could help the Colonel keep a firm stance as he saw Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. She was completely naked, barring cuffs in her wrists and ankles; her nipples bore piercings as did her outer vaginal lips; but what worried him the most was the collar. A black leather collar with a chain attached which led to what he could only describe as the strap on a dog's leash that she held in her right hand as she walked across the room towards the Führer. A gasp finally escaped Mustang's lips as he lowly muttered "L-Lieutenant?"

"You see, Colonel. Ever since the Lieutenant was assigned as my secretary, I figured I could give her a little special training so she could perform well in her new role." Bradley said as Riza finally reached his side, now bearing a strong blush along her cheeks. The King offered his hand towards the Lieutenant's direction and she dutifully placed in his hand the strap to her collar she had been holding as Bradley finished, "So now, she's been working very well as my personal toy."

Mustang couldn't bring himself to look at Hawkeye's direction but at the same time he knew that this could all be a sick ploy of the Führer to show him his place; to humiliate him by humiliating his most trusted officer in front of him. However, his instincts forced him to steal a few glances off of the Lieutenant's body. Her ample breasts and round butt barely visible in her usual uniform. He could even see the slight shimmer of one of the metallic piercings in her pussy as she slightly trembled while kneeling next to the Führer and then walked on four legs the remaining steps in order to face King Bradley directly all but quickly looking back at her former commanding officer before turning her back on him in favor of Bradley.

"I-I thought King Bradley had a wife at h-home?" Mustang tried to keep his straight face, try and shame Bradley for cheating on his wife.

The Führer only sighed while he used his free hand to unzip his pants and quickly fish out his cock from its confines and placed in front of Hawkeye's face. "I am a good husband to my wife, Colonel. She's happy and we have a son together if you must know…"

Riza seemed frozen at the sight of King Bradley's impressive member but a light tug on her collar snapped her back into reality as she crawled up the Führer's pants and began to lick the throbbing cock in front of her while Bradley still addressed the Colonel "… But when you are in a man in my position you can take certain freedoms; perks, if you will. A fair compensation for all that I've given our beloved Amestris throughout the years". He declared.

Mustang's eyes had unconsciously drifted from Bradley's unwavering eye closer to his chest, which allowed him to barely see how Riza's head bobbed around the Führer's groin, having now started to properly blow him as her hands remained on Bradley's hips for support as she took him deeper and deeper only to quickly release his cock with an audible pop to then lick the sides and head, diligently as everything she ever did.

When the Lieutenant's sucking and licking evolved louder and louder with each passing moment, it was now Bradley's time to ask a question at the man standing at the other end of the room. "Were you in any sort of relationship with the Lieutenant?" his casual tone only further serving to muddle the thoughts in Mustang's mind.

King Bradley's cock popped out of the Lieutenant's mouth and she let out a soft gasp before catching it again around her lips as Mustang's usually stoic demeanor started to turn into a pained look. Even through what he was seeing with his own eyes, he wouldn't give Bradley the satisfaction of getting him to admit he saw Hawkeye as more than just another soldier at his disposal and especially not when that same woman was giving another man a sloppy blowjob in front of him.

"No. Sir." He stated as matter-of-factly as he could.

A small chuckle left Bradley's mouth as he moved his hand towards Riza, petting the back of her head while she seemed entranced servicing his dick. "Hmm… Interesting" he mused as his pets evolved into pushes that forced even more of his cock inside the Lieutenant's mouth. "Personally, I can't help but pursue a woman I find this charming. I just have to hope they aren't looking at me because of my uniform!" he said as he laughed while now borderline fucking Riza's face, using his hand more as a means to hold her head in place while he thrusted his cock deep down her throat, the noises their combined efforts echoing across the room only faintly accompanied by the light clanks of Hawkeye's chain shaking.

After a few more seconds, King Bradley let out a satisfied groan as he lowered his pace and stepped back from the Lieutenant, her hands now falling softly on top of her naked thighs and her eyes now focused on the Führer as the cock that had been ravaging her mouth and throat was being freed from her lips while a soft whimper was given out by the woman, as if somehow regretting the end of her worshipping. The only evidence of the previous blowjob only being the single strand of saliva still hanging from Hawkeye's mouth and the tip of Bradley's cock.

"Stand up and show me your ass." King Bradley demanded, and in an instant Riza Hawkeye was lifting herself off the floor and turning her back to her master as she started to bend herself forward, offering herself to the undisputed ruler of Amestris.

Bradley was obviously keeping himself from getting his hands all over his little pet as the hunger visible in his eye was undeniable, but this wasn't totally for his enjoyment as this day they had a guest, and so Bradley only demanded: "Beg for it."

Mustang's eyes shot at those words and even more at the Lieutenant's response. She quickly used her hands to spread open her buttcheeks. Around her mouth were still strands of drool that had been dripping down her figure, her voice was nervous but not shameful and quickly looking the Colonel in the eye she pleaded, "I want it… Please Master… My Führer… I need your cock… I need it in my pussy… please!"

That was all Bradley had to hear as he immediately shoved his cock inside Hawkeye, forcing a moan out of her as her eyes seemed to go up her skull with his push inside her pussy. "Ahhh!!! Thank you, sir!" She moaned, and this would only be the beginning as the light clanking of her chain now turned into a messy metallic symphony as King Bradley's thrusts shook her entire body; a symphony decorated with the fleshy sounds of Riza Hawkeye's ass bouncing off of her Master's hips and her needy moans growing more desperate and sluttier with each thrust.

Colonel Roy Mustang could do nothing but watch the debauchery unfolding in front of him. Out of all possible ways this "meeting" with the Führer could've ended up like, he would've never imagined it devolving into watching his most trusted officer getting railed into oblivion by a man who could be twice her age; To see her reduced to little more than a sex slave serving her master's every twisted desire. The most deranged side of his mind wondered what did he need to do in order to be invited into this madness, renouncing his pride being an acceptable price in exchange of being the one who made Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye moan like a common whore; The man Riza Hawkeye would call 'Master'. However, something even more worrisome crept up Mustang's mind as he recalled the last bit of civil conversation his encounter with the Führer had: 'the Lieutenant wants to be seen by you.'. Does this mean that this was the Lieutenant's request?

Suddenly, the Führer's ravaging of the Lieutenant's pussy slowed down as he grew a wicked grin on his weathered face. Riza could only make a sound that was a mix between a wanton moan and a question as the Colonel braced for the next direction King Bradley was going to take this meeting towards. He grabbed his pet's forearms to straighten her up and then his left hand moved swiftly to grab one of her breasts, which elicited another moan from the young woman. Then he used his remaining hand to grab her head and make her look at Mustang before turning it towards himself, all this whilst making sure to keep his cock buried inside her.

Riza's eyes were foggy with lust and desire as she meekly limited herself to breathe now that her master was looking at her with his piercing eye. "I believe we should give your former commanding officer a show, don't you think Lieutenant?"

Mustang felt a chill run down his spine at his words. This isn't a show already? Isn't this enough to prove his point? Wasn't this what Hawkeye had him called in for?

Hawkeye glanced at Roy before looking back at her master and nodding slowly as she approached Bradley's face and began to kiss him deeply all while he kept groping her breast. The Colonel could see that this was anything but a chaste kiss as the Lieutenant's pants grew even louder. As he showed his total claim over Riza's body, King Bradley then released her head and instead used his hand to hold her other breast, squeezing it for a few seconds before letting his hand trail across her body and into her thighs, where he began to rub her clit, getting her now to moan whenever they parted lips for air.

The young man staring at this display of lust and deranged sexual energy could barely contain the erection that begged to be free from his uniform as the Lieutenant's moans and the way she let her master play with her body drove him closer to the most conflicting orgasm he had ever experienced.

"M-Master!!!" Riza managed to free herself from Bradley's assault on her mouth just in time to let out a scream as her orgasm shook every fiber of her body, making the piercings in her boobs and the chain attached to her collar dance through her high as instead the Führer moved himself toward her neck and proceeded to bite and suck at her flesh as she trembled in ecstasy.

When her orgasm passed, her breathing was even more ragged than before as King Bradley moved away from her neck and looked at her with a stern expression. She could barely hold herself upright after such a mind-melting orgasm, so he again released her clit and went back to her exposed breast as an excuse for support. "Master… I'm… I'm sorry, I…" tried to mutter the Lieutenant as an apology for cumming before her master. Her role is to service him, not prioritize her own satisfaction and she knew deep inside her heart that she would be punished for this mistake.

Bradley remained stoic while he lifted her off the ground so that the only things keeping her from plummeting to the ground like a doll were his hands on her boobs and his cock still deep inside her pussy, to which the suddenness of his maneuver elicited another mewl from her toy. "Now it's my turn, yes?" He only said as looking directly into her eyes.

"Please, Master! I'm yours completely." She gasped gratefully never leaving the Führer's gaze, her mind almost forgetting about their "guest"; her eyes glossed with devotion for her Master and her new purpose servicing him above everything else.

Completely defeated by the sights and sounds before him, Roy Mustang had lost the strength in his legs long ago, now he tried to hold himself with his back against the door, preparing for the final act of this show they had prepared for him.

In the blink of an eye, King Bradley pinned Lieutenant Hawkeye on the carpet, her head pointed towards the Colonel; her face and tits in display for him as the Führer rammed deep and hard Riza's pussy, now in search of his own release.

The only sounds Riza Hawkeye were pathetic whimpers and moans as she tried to call for her Master; trying to cheer him into enjoying her body as much as he pleased. And although her eyes seemed to be fixed on nowhere after getting fucked utterly by her beloved Master, she could sometimes make out the face of one Roy Mustang staring at her in shame. However, little did the Colonel knew that this was indeed Riza's request to her wonderful new Master; a parting gift to her life before King Bradley and an attempt to let Roy know that she now wanted this path and she had been foolish to try and resist at first. But thankfully her Führer had shown her the right path and now she would be forever in debt.

Her eyes fell back on the man now using her, and just the sight of his hungry eye and his loudening groans lit the fire in her heart and hunger in her womb even brighter. Knowing her Master was reaching his own release, she couldn't help but use what little strength she had left to try and squeeze his cock as an absentminded smile crept on her face.

"Where do you want it?!" Bradley growled, feeling his new pet trying to be of use to him as she taught her to, desperately trying to milk his cock out of that delicious cum she'd come to beg for after his thorough training of her body and conquest of her soul.

"Cum inside me, Master!!! Please cum inside my pussy!!!" Was all Riza could say before her Master's orgasm arrived, triggering her own orgasm once again as she felt her pussy and her womb flooded by the Führer's seed.

A few seconds passed before King Bradley let out a satisfied groan and took the time to admire his handywork: A broken officer that will never bother him again and a thoroughly fucked pet that he hasn't finished enjoying just yet. But the Führer is a busy man and he's confident that this time Roy Mustang will get the message.

"Thank you, Master…" Riza gasped as her Master pulled out of her pussy and stood up to address their guest as his cum oozed out of her cunt and into the carpet that now hid the Amestrian coat of arms beneath the drops of semen, sweat, saliva and obviously the naked woman that laid there still trying to catch her breath.

"I hope this has been enough Colonel." The Führer said in his regular speaking tone, even though his cock was still hanging out his pants. "You can leave now. The Lieutenant and I still need to do some training, but I'm sure you're required somewhere else. Dismissed."

As soon as Roy seemed to incorporate himself and tried to retain a modicum of dignity, he saw Riza rise on four legs once again, her leaking pussy on full display for him as she crawled toward her Master and silently began to clean his cock off of the mess that had remained of their rutting with her tongue.

"…Yes, sir." Said the Colonel as he opened the door and walked out of the room, not daring to look at King Bradley while he was getting serviced again. He slowly left the door behind him and began his walk back to his own office while the door closed on its own, and the Führer's voice echoed down the hallway with him in stride.

"Alright, Lieutenant. Now I'm going to put it in your ass. We're behind schedule thanks to this distraction… And I'm still to punish you for cumming before I did." Said Bradley.

"Yes, Master…"