A/N: The obligatory non-cons chapter.
Korra pulled hard at her bonds, but it was no use. The platinum chains locked her securely in her kneeling position, while the collar around her neck kept her from even blowing sparks out her nose. She was trapped.
“Avatar,” Amon said smugly. Through his mask, all Korra could see was the evil glint in his eyes. “You’re the worst bender of them all. Thinking your great power somehow makes you fit to lead the entire world and dictate to whole nations how they should conduct themselves. It’s far past time you be made humble. Made… equal.”
Stepping before her, he undid his fly. To the cheers of the watching Equalists, he brought out the biggest cock Korra had ever seen.
***
“Okay!” Mako brought his fist down on his knee. “This is definitely rape!”
Varrick winced. “Oh, sorry. Early draft. Well, it’s an easy fix!”
***
Stepping before her, Amon undid his fly and brought out the biggest strap-on Korra had ever seen.
Amon is a woman? Korra thought.
With tits that small, no wonder she’s so mad.“Welcome to your new place in the world,” Amon said. “Now why don’t you show the people that their Avatar has
truly learned to serve them?”
“I’d rather blow a sky bison!” Korra shouted angrily. She tried to pull her hands free of the cuffs around them, but all she accomplished was to intensify the pain of the platinum digging into her wrists.
“I think you’ll regret being so resistant to change,” Amon said coolly. “Asami, bring me the whip.”
Moving out of the crowd, Asami Sato stepped up onto the platform Amon had erected to hold her prisoner. Korra couldn’t believe her eyes. Asami being there was surprise enough. Her holding a whip—a sturdy, brown, leather thing with a thick handle two feet long, and a lash that was a full three feet in length—put Korra into complete shock.
“Asami?” Korra called plaintively. “No, how could you be doing this?
Why?”Asami casually gave the whip to the Equalist leader, then approached Korra. “What can I say? Lie father, like daughter.” Grabbing hold of Korra’s clothes, she ripped them away with impressive strength, then her eyes lovingly moved her Korra’s exposed body. Admiring her pretty face, her firm breasts, her trim waist, and dark thatch of pubic hair. “Just as pretty as I imagined. I can see what Mako sees in you.”
“Mako? What are you talking about, me and Mako are just friends!”
“I don’t appreciate my friends kissing each other.” Her hand ran over Korra’s face. “Maybe you should’ve invited me. I wouldn’t have minded as much. But now,
everyone gets to see what a whore you are.”
Korra’s face turned ashen, contorted with fear as Amon uncoiled the whip behind Asami.
Asami moved out of his way, taking Korra’s last hope of reprieve with her. “Leave a little left for me. As much as I love watching you work, I want to deal with her personally.”
“That’s entirely up to her,” Amon said. Her strap-on lurched and weaved above Korra’s face. “She can be the first Avatar to go down in history for sucking cock, or she can feel the same pain as those she’s oppressed. That’s true fairness. True
equality.”As tight as the collar was, Korra could still spit, and she did, her spittle nearly hitting Amon’s eyes, instead dripping down her mask. “Never!”
A moment later, she knew she had made a terrible mistake. Wordlessly, Amon drew back the whip and lashed at Korra’s upthrust breasts. She experienced every millisecond of fear it took for the whip to whistle through the air before it snapped cruelly across her tender flesh. The pained quiver of her cleavage brought out a hungry roar from the watching Equalists.
“No!” Korra wailed, feeling the pain cut into her. “You can’t do this to me! I’m the Avatar!”
Amon chuckled gently. Then she wound up and let Korra have it once more. She slashed the whip down again, and Korra felt the lewd smile under that mask as Amon watched the Avatar cringe in pain.
On her knees, Korra jerked and twisted about, moving awkwardly to escape the whip. It was impossible. Again and again, her ripe young breasts were battered, until she finally let out a pained shriek. Amon paid it no mind. She thrashed Korra mercilessly. And worst of all, Korra’s nipples puckered and pointed, areolas dotted with goosebumps as if part of her were actually enjoying this agonizing pain. She gasped for breath, tits heaving up and down, giving Amon an even better target for her whipping.
“You’ll beg to suck my cock,” Amon said, cool and confident as if this were only mild exercise. “You’ll beg or I’ll cleave right down to the bone.”
“Noooooo!” Korra’s yell of pain and protest filled the Equalist hide-out. Tears were streaming out of her wide, horrified eyes, and her throat was hoarse with shouts. Her breasts burned; she thought of the fabulous pleasure they had brought her in the past and wondered if they would ever feel so good again.
“Whip her harder!” Asami shouted, and when Korra looked over at her, she saw unmistakable lust in the beauty’s eyes as she watched Korra take the vicious flogging. “Get that bitch nice and hot! I want her pussy next!”
Korra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was like Asami was getting off on her pain.
Then her view of Asami was blocked by Amon stepping even closer to her, her strap-on shoved right in Korra’s face. Amon rubbed its tip in her shut eyes, over her nose.
“Open your mouth,” Amon commanded. “Spread your lips and take my cock, or I’ll whip your cunt next.”
“She might enjoy that,” Asami laughed. “I know I would.”
Korra kept her mouth resolutely shut. Tiring of the torture, Amon nodded to her—helper. Asami went to Korra, kneeling down beside her and forcing her mouth open. Korra screamed as best she could before Amon plunged her strap-on in. Her knees pressed against Korra’s bleeding breasts. Korra would’ve cried out if her mouth weren’t stuffed full.
“Now suck,” Amon ordered. “Or I’ll do your back just like I did your front.”
Tears now streaming down her face, Korra obeyed. Her tongue swirled around the fat dildo, her lips pursing as she slurped at it as hard as she could. Distantly, she heard the crowd cheering, but no matter how good it would’ve felt to keep resisting, she knew there was no point. Amon had won.
“There’s balance for you,” Amon said, her low voice now obscene. “Your mouth fitting just right around my cock.” She pumped her hips, driving the strap-on deep into Korra’s mouth. “You’re meant to set an example for people, so show the benders of the world their rightful place before the Equalists.”
Korra gurgled, her mouth making loud sucking noises seeming of its own accord. She went at the long shaft with licking and lapping like it was the real thing, and Amon lurched deep into her throat, raking across her tonsils, an act that would leave Korra’s voice raw and sore if she ever got out of this. Which was what Amon wanted, of course. To silence the Avatar.
***
“Okay, this is getting a little creepy,” Mako interrupted.
“You’re telling me!” Varrick said. “Korra hasn’t even started masturbating yet! Neither has Asami! But you need to build to Amon whipping Korra’s back while she blows him, err, her. Otherwise, there’s no flow. That’s the problem with movers these days, it’s just action-action-action. Which I don’t have a problem with, of course, but it’s so
expensive. Do you know how much it would cost me to pay Ginger to have sex on camera for
months? No sir, let’s keep her clothes on as much as possible.”
Bolin interjected: “I think what he means to say, Mr. Varrick, is that—what with Korra crying and screaming and being in pain and feeling all ashamed and degraded and oogy—it’s not that attractive.”
“That’s not what I meant to say, but yeah. What happened to the two girls having sex with a guy at the same time because they liked him? At least then, it felt like you actually
liked women.”
“What are you talking about?” Varrick demanded, bounding out of his chair so hard it actually fell over. “Zhu Li, tell Mako how much I pay you!”
“After taxes, he pays me—“
“Not
now, you idiot, later! Get outta here! It’s a lot.” Varrick tried to sit back down, realized his chair was knocked over, and scrambled to get back upright without tripping over his own feet. “Look, fellas, I know not everyone’s into the rough stuff. But there are people who aren’t into the girl on girl stuff, or the two guys and one girl stuff. I’ve gotta cover all my bases! And believe you me,
women like this kind of stuff the most.
Zhu Li! Get in here! Tell the boys about your rape fantasy!”Zhu Li stepped back into the room. “I’m tied up, naked, and Prince Zuko says he’s going to force me to get pregnant because our child would make such a powerful Bender,” she said dully.
“Okay, fine,” Mako said. “It’s just a harmless fantasy. Still, I’m not into it, so can we just skip ahead? You’re giving Bolin flashbacks to dating Eska.”
“What are you talking about?” Bolin demanded. “Eska
loved me.”
“I know she did.”
“She just loved me a little too much, you know, a little too much.”
“Uh-huh.” Mako turned to Varrick. “Oh, and what’s with making Asami an Equalist? You could really offend her.”
“Oooooh, what’s she gonna do, show everyone my dirty underwear? Threaten to blow up theaters showing my mover? I’m not afraid of offending people, I have freedom of speech!”
“And what if I say that if you spout a bunch of lies about my friend, I’ll burn your eyebrows off?” Mako asked, his fist lighting up.
“I’d say that after Amon leaves, Asami reveals to Korra that she’s undercover, and has a cunning plan to get Korra out of there, right under the Equalists’ noses!”
The fire went out. “Thank you.”
“Do you really think I’d look better without eyebrows? I’ve thought about it!”
