The Sweetest Kind of Victory

"Bring her in."

At Azula's command, the wide golden doors of the Earth King's throne room creaked open, and towards her came a pair of Dai Li, one on each side of her struggling, violently angry prey.

Katara, the Avatar's waterbending teacher and companion, looked considerably worse for wear since she'd been captured. Her eyes were heavy and she was clearly exhausted, but pure loathing seemed to override her fatigue. Even with her hands fixed behind her back with stone cuffs, the two earthbenders were having trouble keeping her from slipping out of reach.

"Tell me, my little waterbending peasant," Azula smirked, lounging carelessly on the throne of Ba Sing Se's former ruler. "...How much of the last few days do you remember?"

At that Katara blinked, taken aback when she realized that no, she... now that she thought about it, she didn't remember anything between now and when she'd... when that circus freak had paralyzed her.

Wait... there was a room, like the ones she'd seen at Lake Laogai, some kind of lantern...

"I-I don't have anything to say to you," Katara spat, trying to keep up a brave face. But Azula only smiled, knowing exactly why she didn't remember.

Without a word, she summoned a small blue flame to her hand. Not nearly strong enough for an attack, but as it flickered in Katara's field of view, her struggling seemed to lessen, as if she was transfixed by the flame.

Already Azula was impressed. But now was the moment of truth.

"Katara of the Water Tribe," Azula declared, the flame in her hand beginning to pulse, as if it was on the verge of being extinguished.
"The Princess of the Fire Nation demands your obedience."

At that-- the trigger-- Katara finally stopped struggling, standing ramrod straight as her eyes seemed to glaze over. When she spoke, her voice was slow, labored, dreamlike.

"...I am honored to surrender it."

Azula made no effort to hide her victorious smile, the haughty chuckle that followed. For all the fight this spirited girl had put up, even she wasn't strong enough to resist the full efforts of expert Dai Li reprogrammers.

"Exactly as you requested," one of the many faceless elite earthbenders said calmly, a hint of pride nonetheless in his voice. "Simply use that unique trigger, and she will follow only your commands and only respond to your voice."

"Most impressive," the Princess admitted, leering down at the girl, still stiff as a board and awaiting her orders. "...and she won't make any effort to resist? She's completely obedient?" The Dai Li officer hesitated for a moment, then spoke very carefully-- anything that could be interpreted even remotely as deception wouldn't be met with mercy on their de facto leader's part.

"It... took considerable effort from our best men to get her into this state, Princess. She may put up a token struggle but won't be able to disobey. But with more time and focused, intense conditioning-- even the proudest spirits can be worn down."

If anything, Azula preferred this. The Dai Li had done the twisting and bending and pushed Katara to her very limits... but the final, true breaking was left to her. Oh, this far surpassed what she'd asked for.

"It will do, I suppose," she said simply, concealing her sadistic eagerness. She merely waved a hand, and the Dai Li left, retreating into the shadows or back through the golden doors, pulling them shut with a loud thud.

And now it was just Azula, perched on the throne, and a very pliant Katara at her mercy.

"...Stand before me," Azula finally commanded, still mulling over the possibilities a waterbender-- one close to the Avatar, no less-- presented her with as Katara ascended the small set of stairs, hands dangling limply at her wrist; with her will chained to Azula's, the Dai Li had seen little reason to leave them shackled.

It was then that Azula truly took in the sight of her captive-- even for a filthy waterbender, one certainly not in the most presentable form after weeks without much food or water-- there was something... strangely appealing in her form. There was a beauty there, she supposed, the tenacity that still glimmered behind her unfocused blue eyes.

As soon as the thought entered her head, she found it more appealing with each second-- not just because of how utterly gratifying such a 'victory' would be over a proud revolutionary like this, but because Mai and Ty Lee were off overseeing the proper occupation of Ba Sing Se by the Royal Navy, unable to attend to her... current needs as those two often did with incomparable skill.

Still, she hadn't gotten this far by being afraid to improvise. Yes... yes, she could definitely make this work.

"Do you hear me?" Azula smiled.

"...Yes."

"And you will only listen to my voice?"

"...Yes."

"Do you know why, peasant?" At that Katara was silent.

"It's because the very sound of my voice makes you wet, doesn't it?"

She'd been uncertain, but the slightest gasp escapes Katara's lips, the distinct musk of feminine arousal touches the air, and Azula cackles proudly. This was definitely going to be fun.

"Yes, my little waterbender, you just can't help how good it feels when I talk, can you? You try so hard to fight it..."

Katara's trembling, her face screwed up as if resisting the urge--

"...but it's like you're being touched all over, your little clit buzzing like crazy..."

She's trying as hard as she can to stand still but her eyes are rolled back, her breathing deep and graceless, she isn't going to last much longer--

"...And you want to come so badly you can't think about anything else, you can't even stand on your own..."

Katara falls to her knees, undulating on the floor, tongue lolling out, her fingers twitching and desperate to bring herself to release but Azula knows she can't do anything without her permission--

"...But you can't do it. Can you, peasant?"

Suddenly the orgasm, the urge, is gone, and Katara promptly stands at attention again, her reddened cheeks and the puddle of her own fluids on the ground the only evidence she'd been brought to the edge before being violently yanked back.

"After all... I haven't said you could... have I?"

"N-n-no," Katara gasps, her body limply held up only by Azula's will. She stands obediently, fighting exhaustion simply because she hasn't been told not to, and the Princess just finds that delicious.

"Good girl," Azula purrs. "Now then... come stand at my feet."

Knees wobbling slightly, Katara promptly obeys, bringing herself to stand mere inches the throne.

"Now peasant, I want you to take off your clothes and spread yourself open for me."

There's only a moment's hesitation-- a tantalizing glimpse of resistance, confusion in those sapphire eyes-- before she simply unlatches her robe, lets it fall to the floor. Completely naked, she slides two sets of fingers between her legs, and groaning slightly, Katara juts her hips out, spreading her dripping wet, pink flower wide open expressly for Azula's approval. She's soaked all the way down the inside of her thighs, and in spite of herself Azula feels her breath catch, her tongue flick out along her upper lip at the sight.

Seeing her like this, Azula has to grudgingly admit she may have misjudged Katara's beauty-- her small, pert breasts are just begging to be lavished with vicious love bites, and she holds back a shuddering groan as she imagines just how good that creamy mocha skin would look covered in whip marks and scratches. Nevermind a stand-in, this girl might just be a worthwhile toy to share with Mai and Ty Lee.

"Now," Azula finally says, real lust and not simply sadistic glee seeping into her voice, "...I command you to touch yourself, and put some effort into it. And you will stop the exact moment I tell you to."

Keeping herself open with one hand, Katara immediately slides a finger inside herself, gasping and tossing her head back at the sensation. The way she pumps that finger in, the slight hesitation before adding another, communicates to Azula just how tight she is, and she can't help imagining her own fingers there instead.

But good things come to those who wait, after all.

Katara's bucking onto her own hand with violent, passionate abandon, hair flying back as she moans like an animal, soaking her thighs anew, breathing fast and shallow as she begins flicking her clit, desperate to finally come...

"Stop."

And without hesitation (even as some part of her screams with unsated lust and humiliation), Katara simply stops, standing still once more. Her body might be forced to obey Azula's every whim, but she still trembles, dripping and eager for release.

And not even pretending to fight it herself anymore, Azula is through playing games. She wants to watch this girl shatter beyond repair in front of her eyes, and Agni help her she wants it now.

"Alright. Now... sit on my thigh, and rub yourself against it."

Katara can feel something in her brain resisting, but her body is already beyond recall. She straddles Azula's leg (gasping at the sensation of cool, flawless skin against her aching center) without thought, and she obediently begins grinding herself senseless on the Princesses' pale, strong thigh. Azula silently pulls her face closer so hers is mere inches away, forces those foggy blue eyes to lock with her brilliant golden ones.

She can feel her rock-hard clit smashed against Azula's leg, her pussy soaking it as she thrusts madly back and forth, but it's just so good and spirits, obeying just makes it better. It's like whenever Azula commands her, all the doubt and worry simply evaporates, and everything is perfectly simple. She knows she should hate it. But she can't.

"Do you want to come?"

Azula's voice is husky, but authoritative. Katara can barely speak, and so simply nods yes.

"...Then I'm afraid... you'll have to beg for it. And from now on... you may only address me as 'Goddess.'"

And beg she does.

"P-please Goddess... Please l-let me come... G-G-Goddess I... I ca-ahh- an't... P-P-Pleeeeaasssseeeee...."

Azula simply lets her continue like that for what feels like hours. And just when she can't take another second, Azula grips her chin and forces her to look into her eyes again.

"Come."

And then Katara simply melts-- gasping, bucking, shameless, screaming, drooling, her lustful cacophony punctuated by adoring half-whispers of 'Goddess' on her lips as she slumps lifelessly into Azula. But she pushes her off, down to her feet, the Princess breathing heavily as she slides down her robes and undergarments to reveal her own dripping cunt.

"N-Now then..." Azula purrs, eyes darkened with carnal hunger. "I w-want you to... take care of this... little problem you've caused. Understood?"

And with very little instruction, Katara is diving between her legs ravenously, savoring the scent and taste of her new Goddess, and finally all Azula can do is sigh, riding out the sensation