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The past month was hard on them all, which is why Katara never woke anyone while they slept quietly in the forest clearing. Like a dreaming family of duck turtles, Aang and Appa and Momo snuggled together beneath the moon’s rays. Their fitful slumber accentuated by deep snoring resonating through the ground like earth tremors. Sokka’s snores were much smaller as he shivered inside his sleeping bag. Before she left him, Katara pulled his covers up to his chin. Despite being his younger sister, she never stopped taking care of him.
She really didn’t feel like waking them for something so trivial. It was embarrassing how unimportant yet necessary the item she needed was. Hiding her body beneath her bulky parka, she trotted while sweating for half a mile to the nearest town. She could feel the bindings holding her chest in place begin to loosen around her bust. Cursing herself for acting so late, she doubled her pace and began rushing towards the lights beyond the trees.
Everything about Katara could be considered normal. She was the average height for a water tribe girl, with dark hair and chocolate skin, but there was one difference about her. Despite being only 14, her body developed faster than the rest of her. Her chest had secretly ballooned to size J’s. Her grandmother claimed it ran in their family, how her mother was easily double L’s before she was taken by the Fire Nation. The only way to keep it a secret from her brother and the tribe was through a special binding.
Thankfully, these bindings were common and could be purchased for a relatively cheap price at the local merchant shop. Unfortunately, the tensile strength of her own was weakening. Her chest was growing by the hour, which is why she’d thrown a parka over herself before coming here.
Katara scurried into the store, her bindings beginning to strain and tear beneath her clothes. Eyes scouring the crates, she saw trays stacked with all manner of traveling gear. Around the edges of the small wooden hut were lines of shelves stocked to the brim with trinkets. Desperate, she barely paid the shopkeeper any mind as she ran to the nearest crate of bindings and snatched up a handful. She only hoped they had a place for her to change so she didn’t have to do it in the woods.
“Can I help you?” The shopkeeper was dressed in plain emerald robes and looked in his late twenties. Odd because the younger ones usually became traveling merchants and the elders looked after the shops, but Katara wasn’t about to judge. She placed the bindings on the counter and dug around her parka for her coins.
“Just this, please,” Katara said in a pleasant, albeit impatient voice. For the first time, she really focused on the man’s face. He didn’t look like the traditional earthbender like she expected in this part of the countryside. His skin was fairer, his hair darker, and his robes were impeccable. Strange how late his shop was open too. And the candles, for being the middle of the night, they looked like they’d been lit moments ago. Almost like…
Before Katara could summon water, the merchant’s finger shot out, burning the strap holding her flask. It flopped uselessly on the ground. Thinking quickly, she tried baiting him for time. “Did you take over this shop or is the Fire Nation this strapped for money?”
“We’ve been waiting a week,” he smirked, “we expected you to drop by tomorrow. And before you get any ideas, there are twenty soldiers surrounding the Avatar right now.” Katara froze, a shiver running up her spine. The man smiled, “So, think very hard about how many pieces you want him to stay in.”
“Take it, take all of it.” Katara pushed the sack of coin closer to him.
“We’re not, how’d you put it, strapped for money?” He slid the coins off the counter, they clattered to the floor and spilled across the boards. “I know what you’re thinking. You want to fight me, but if my men don’t hear from me in an hour, they’ll kill your friends. If you run out of here, I send a hawk and they’ll be ordered to kill your friends. If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll personally make you watch as I kill your friends.” Katara suddenly felt very small beneath the tall Fire Nation soldier. “Be a good girl and come around the counter.”
Katara shuffled towards him, her lower lip trembling as she dragged her feet. The store was empty, the village asleep, nobody could hear her cries for help even if she dared to make them. Before she could say anything, he cupped her chin in his hand and drew her face upwards. She was about to yelp in shock when his mouth pressed against her pillowy lips. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but he held her firm.
This isn’t happening! Katara’s mind swam. This is all some nightmare. Please wake up! Wake up!
But she didn’t wake up, his tongue running along her teeth. Pushing against his chest, she wriggled to get away, but his arms wrapped around her and drew her against him. Her eyes grew large as he jammed into her sweet mouth, tasting her. Understanding what he wanted, she opened further and allowed him to explore. His tongue easily dominated hers as he thrust down her throat. Katara tried not to retch, her mouth raped by the foreign invader. Hot tears began welling in her eyes as she submissively let him have his way with her.
He ripped himself away with a satisfied sigh, a string of saliva connecting their lips together like a lingering kiss. She let out a single sob, trying to wipe it away as quickly as she could. But he roughly pinched her chin, drawing it down. “Open your mouth.” Katara did as asked, her tongue peeking out, and he spit into it. His hand flew to her lips, covering them, and he grinned saying, “Swallow.”
Just be a good girl. She said in her head. Be a good girl and this will all be over.
She swallowed the spittle, feeling it slide down her throat and into her stomach. The Fire Nation soldier smiled and pulled his hand away, allowing Katara to show him what a good job she’d done.
Thus ended Katara’s first kiss.
I can still taste him. She grimaced. He tastes like badly seasoned meat. Why won’t it go away?!
“Get on your knees.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
It’s not over? What more does he want from me?
Lowering herself to the floorboards, she wrapped her hands together and looked up at him with her angelic and innocent face.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m begging.” Her voice higher pitched, “That’s what you want, right? You want me to beg?”
“How old are you?”
“Fourteen.”
“We’ll be starting at square one, then. Open my robes.” He placed his hands on his hips.
Katara looked dumbly at his long emerald robe. Her eyes trailing down his broad chest, to his waist, and then to his bare legs. Bare legs…it was almost like he wasn’t wearing anything… she jerked back, falling on her behind. He wanted her to…but she was…her whole body trembled as she noticed the growing bulge beneath his robes.
“You know what happens if you don’t.”
“B-But I don’t even know you.”
“I’m Zhang. You?”
“K-Katara.”
“Now that we know each other, it’s time for you to get acquainted with me.”
Katara’s throat let out a little whimper, she struggled back to her kneeling position and tugged limply on the band holding his robes shut. She could do this, he just wanted her to touch it, right? She didn’t know much about men’s parts, but she knew they were used to make babies. She didn’t want to have a baby yet. But she also didn’t want her brother and Aang killed. She yanked the band away and his robe fluttered open, his unseen appendage springing free. It bumped her nose, and she squeaked in fear.
This is what a man looks like? Are they all this big? He must be…seven, no, eight inches. And he’s so thick, my whole hand couldn’t wrap around it. It smells so sour, is that sweat? And those things hanging down…what are they? Does he just want me to look at it or…
Zhang gripped his base, smacking his semihard member across Katara’s face. So big and heavy, she felt like she’d been struck by a hand. She froze, stunned, unsure how to react to what’d just happened. This was the first time she’d seen a man’s penis, much less touched one. Her soft hand gingerly held her cheek, feeling a sliminess where he’d touched her. Her focus was abruptly yanked elsewhere when he swatted the other side of her face, dragging the bulbous head over her lips. Then again on the other side, then again, and again, and again. His hardening cock coming to life as he degraded her, Katara could only whimper and let him cover her cheeks with his precum.
Just be a good girl.
Stopping, she breathed a sigh, believing it to be over. But then he pressed the cockhead beneath her nose with her lips kissing his slit. She tried stumbling backwards again, but he snatched her up by one of her hair loops. She shook her head profusely, his leaky precum glazing her lips.
It smells! She whined inwardly. Is this sweat? Why is it so slimy? He can’t want me to…
With a hard yank on her hair, Katara cried out long enough for him to ram his cock past her plump lips.
“Don’t you dare bite.” He growled.
Katara stared up at him with wide, blue, innocent eyes. She nodded obediently, his cock bobbing in her mouth as she did so. He hissed, as she held just the tip in her mouth, not sure what to do with it. So, he took the initiative for her. Gripping her hair loops with both hands, he began gently sawing inside her moist maw. He drew her towards him just as much as he shoved into her. Unexperienced and innocent, she surrendered and let him rape her face, at least, up until the point he pressed against the back of her throat.
Relying on instinct, she pressed her little hands against his hips to try and shove him away, but he easily grabbed her wrist and brought it to his length. “No. Now do something useful with those and start stroking.” Helpless, both her hands wrapped around his manhood and pumped up and down.
Am I doing good? Does he like it? She mentally scolded herself. It doesn’t matter whether he likes it. I just need to make him feel good until he stops!
As if on cue, he pulled out of her mouth, his tip glistening with saliva, and he tugged on her parka. “Take that off.”
Remembering why she’d come in here; she realized her binding had become especially weak. One wrong move and it would snap. “N-no.”
“How many pieces did you want the Avatar in again?”
“Okay…” she sniffled.
“What was that?”
“I said, okay.” She reached down, bunching up the bottom of her parka and swiftly pulling it over her head. The jostling easily tore her bindings open, and when the parka slipped off, her large breasts sprung free. Despite being so big, her dark areolas and nipples were still small, nearly lost in her sea of tit flesh. She covered them up, instantly, hiding her secret shame.
“Holy shit,” Zhang laughed, watching her melons hang from her chest. “Are you sure you’re fourteen?”
“Don’t stare…” Katara fussed, besides her grandmother nobody had seen them before. The air was cold and her tiny nipples stood out like tacks.
“What do they feed you Water Tribe bitches?” He laughed, kneeling to maul her tits with his calloused fingers. She squealed, feeling her sensitive skin pinched and kneaded between stranger’s hands. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to scream while he tortured her nipples between his fingers and rolled them back and forth. An alien sensation fell over her, her breath became heavy, and she found herself leaning into those fingers for more attention. “You like this?”
“No.” Katara said, indignantly turning her nose up at him. But she quickly yelped when he pinched her right nipple and pulled, lifting her heavy breast up. “Stop!” She lifted her hands but was too afraid to push him away. “Please stop!”
“Tell me the truth.”
“It didn’t feel good!”
He yanked harder, lifting her nipple up before her eyes.
“Okay! Okay! It felt good!” He let go, her tit flopping down against her chest with a slap. She held her sensitive nipple, trying desperately not to cry. She couldn’t let him see her cry. She almost didn’t notice him pulling a stool from beneath the counter. Not until he was sitting down, and his cock was sticking in her face again, still wet from earlier and harder than ever now.
“Get back to it.” He ordered.
“Y-you’re not done?”
“You’ll know when I’m done.” He spread his legs open, patting his knees for her to come closer like a well-trained dog.
Obediently opening her mouth, she put one hand on each knee and began her slow descent towards his turgid cockhead. But to her shock, he roughly seized her by the back of the head and jammed her down. Her weak throat could barely resist as she gagged around him, her fists feebly beating against his bare knees. Her throat struggled to accommodate his girth, convulsing around him, but he only seemed to like that more.
Can’t breathe… Her eyes bulged, struggling to summon enough air through her nose.
Gripped by the back of her hair, he ripped her off his cock. She sputtered great gobs of spit up, coughing while struggling to catch her breath. Spittle dripped down from her mouth, becoming lost in her cleavage. “Keep stroking!” He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his slick cock. Katara’s movements were robotic, sluggish, but she did as ordered. “Now thank me.”
“Thank…you…” she rasped; her throat raw.
“For what?”
“For…for…”
“This is a cock.” He pointed to his member. “Thank this cock for colonizing your brown face.”
“Thank you for…for colonizing this brown face.” She sobbed, tears streaking her perfect face.
“Good. Now open wide.”
“No, please sir. I can’t…”
“Open wide.” His eyes were steely.
Katara pried her tiny mouth open and let him weave his fingers through her hair. He slammed her down onto him this time, no mercy. He let out a long sigh as her throat was filled again, this time making it nearly down to his groin. He forcibly brought her head up and down his throbbing length, her throat making obscene sounds as she was face fucked.
“Gluuk-gluuk-gluuk-gluuk-gluuuulph!” He tore her back off, her dark face turning red. Saliva hung off her chin and her eyes watered. But this time, she made sure her hands flew to his cock to stroke him dutifully. “Thank…” she cleared her throat, “…thank you for colonizing this brown face.”
“So, you water cavemen can learn.” She felt him twitch beneath her fingers as she ran them over his slimy skin. “Are you a smart one?”
“Y-yes, I’m a smart caveman.” She cried; trying and failing not to blubber.
“Open.” She opened her mouth again, taking a deep gasp as he entered her a third time. She was smart, having used that breath to gurgle him all the way down his length and to his groin. Her nose nestled into his wiry pubic hair, her chin rubbing against his balls. Streams of spit burbled down the corners of Katara’s mouth, drooling onto his sack. She huffed through her nose, feeling the tickle of hair when she breathed in. “Good little Water Tribe slut.” He forced deeper, her nose pressed flat against his skin. “That’s a tight little mouth you have for such big talk. But what should I expect? Your brain isn’t the most endowed part of you.”
I can’t…I can’t…Katara’s blue eyes rolled back in her head. Please…I’ll be a good girl…please…
Right when she was about to lose conscious, he wrenched her off his cock again. “Gllllaaaauuukk!” A thick and gooey torrent of spit spewed over her chest. She gasped, openly sobbing before him. “I-I’m sorry! This cavewoman is sorry!” She wept, hot and heavy tears mingling with her own drool. “P-please, no more!”
There was no light in his eyes. “Open.”
Her face fucking was relentless, rougher, and more driven. He was no longer playing with her; he was trying to get something. But Katara didn’t know what it was. He glided down her well used throat, her neck bulging to make room for such an impressive and superior cock. Tears never stopped falling, but it only lubed him up more. When she wasn’t all the way down his member, she was busy stroking his manhood.
“Massage my balls.” He ordered. “Gently.”
Katara wasn’t sure what those were, but she guessed they were the two things hanging in the little pouch of skin beneath his cock. Her small hand cupped them, petting them with her other. She didn’t know how to treat them, so she stroked them the same way she would a small animal. Was he almost done, now?
She got her answer. With a guttural groan, he dragged her all the way down his rod until her nose was back in his thatch of hair. Even without air, she continued to massage his balls. His cock jerked in her mouth, and her throat bulged as his cockhead stretched her little canal. Something hot and wet spurted directly into her stomach, flooding her insides. Katara never stopped petting his balls, even as the light began leaving her eyes and her lungs screamed for air. Distantly, she noticed they pulsed in her hand, but she was quickly fading as he unloaded himself down her gullet.
She didn’t remember his oozing cock leaving her mouth, but she remembered coughing. A lot of retching and gagging and spitting up a strange creamy goo onto the floor. Katara fell on her hands and knees, cum leaking from her nostrils and mouth while she spewed this unknown substance up.
Salty…she shuddered. Salty and thick. It’s all in my stomach. She clutched her belly. Am I pregnant now? Am I going to have his baby?
“Get up and follow me to the back.” He ordered, sending her sprawling as he knocked her aside. He strode into the backroom, covered only with a thin green curtain. Katara awkwardly crawled back onto her hands and knees, her parka laid forgotten on the floor. On shaky feet, she toddled after him like a loyal pup.
For Sokka, for Aang, for the future…She sobbed. But why me? Why does the future rest on me?
Still coughing, she pulled the curtain aside and saw Zhang standing completely naked next to a ratty old mattress. She sniffled, knowing what to do before he even asked. She slowly stepped out of her boots, leaving them at the doorway. Her pants fell next, their bulky fur landing with a heavy thump on the floor. Her panties were modest, white, and plain, made from animal skins. She shimmied out of them, exposing her bald pussy.
“Do you shave?” He asked.
“W-where?”
He grinned like a wolf. “Aren’t I lucky.”
“What…what is this?” Katara asked, scooping some ooze from her chest.
“Cum.” Zhang said. “It means you made me feel really good.”
“I did that?” I didn’t mean to. I was miserable, how did I manage to make him feel good? It doesn’t make any sense. “Is this…is this where babies…?”
“If that went in your pussy,” he pointed at her vagina, “yeah, you’d get pregnant. Speaking of…” he kicked the mattress, “Lie down.”
“No! No, please!” She covered her sex, as though it would protect anything. “Please don’t, not there. You…you can use my brown face again! Colonize it with your cum! I want your cum in my mouth, sir. I want it so bad. Please, cum down my throat. Just not my pussy, sir!”
“You’re really willing to take my cock again?” He asked, smiling, “Are you that addicted to it.”
Not in the slightest. “Yes sir, I love it. I love the way it chokes me and how big it is and…and how much cum it makes. I need it back in my mouth, sir.”
“Who knew Water Tribe girls were such whores.” Zhang chuckled, “Is that what you are?”
“Yes sir,” she nodded, “we’re all whores. We do whatever men want us to. We’re…we’re made to eat cum and worship cock.”
“I’m just too nice,” he sighed, “alright, lie down and get ready to suck me off again.”
“You won’t put it in my pussy?” She breathed in relief.
“That entirely depends on you.” He smirked, “Whoever cums first gets to decide what happens next tonight.”
“But I don’t have a…a cock.” Katara noticed his member twitching at her words.
“You’ve never cum before?” His breathing was deeper, more animalistic.
“I-I don’t think so.” If his eyes were hungry before, they looked absolutely famished now.
“Lie down.” He said.
Katara apprehensively looked over the filthy mattress, it was covered in stains and dirt, probably fished out of a nearby dumpster. Slowly, she lowered herself onto it, her tits swinging beneath her as she rolled onto her back. Her heavy breasts pooled on either side of her. She waited for him to mount her face, but instead, he turned the other way, so his own head was between her legs. Instinctively, she crossed them, but Zhang forcefully pulled them apart.
“That wouldn’t be very fair, would it?” He asked, pulling her knees up and her feet flat down. He patted her inner thigh and she gasped, suddenly feeling very small. Zhang, propped above her head on his own knees, lowered his cock towards her face. His heavy balls hung down, nearly touching her. The world closing in around her, her breathing quickened as she was face to face with her invader.
You can do this, Katara. Just make him cum and he’ll let you go. If you did it once before, you can do it again. It’ll be easy. Just…just swallow his cock. Be a good girl.
She opened her mouth, ready to engulf his rubbery head, when she suddenly shrieked. Hot breath blew over her pussy, sending unknown sensations up from her nethers, through her spine, and flooding her mind. Lightheaded, she looked down between her breasts at Zhang, she could just see his chin dipping between her legs. “What are you doing?”
“Our contest.” The joviality in his voice was so genuine, like this was all a game for him. “I’m trying to make you cum first, remember?”
“Y-yeah, but I can’t focus if you…”
“Then do a better job, maybe if I can’t focus, you’ll win.”
It makes sense. She thought. And he lost all control when he shot his cum in my mouth. If I’m trying this time, he’ll cum for sure. And I have the best focus in all the Water Tribe, there’s no way he’ll ever beat me. I’m not like him. Steeling herself, Katara strained her neck upwards to lick his cockhead. She balked at the taste. Gah, it’s like salty custard. Theres still cum leaking from it, and I think that’s my own spit. Eww.
She went for it again, sticking her pink tongue out and licking up his length from the underside. His balls draped into her eyes, so she took one hand and began massaging them like she’d done before. He was going to cum, she’d make sure of it.
Suddenly her sex felt like it was on fire. Shocks of pleasure shot through her like lightning, causing her spine to arc and her chest to thrust forward. His cock slipped from her mouth as she moaned out high and loud. All he’d done was give her a single lick. But his tongue was so wet and the lap so long, she’d never felt anything so good before in her life. But instead of giving her time to breathe, Zhang began his long and slow licks around her lips, not ready to touch her peach again.
Katara squirmed beneath him, wiggling her hips so he’d have better access with his tongue. She needed to feel it again, the gentle caress of his muscle running along her dewy folds. More than anything, she had to feel it just once more. To see if she’d imagined the feeling or whether it was real. Not until his thick cock batted her nose, did she remember the contest.
Oh no. Her head cloudy with lust, she struggled to capture his cockhead in her mouth again. I can’t lose. I can’t. He dipped his tongue between her lower lips and Katara squealed. It feels so good! He’s going to win! I can’t let him win! She chased after his cock, her head swimming. I just need to make him cum. Once I get this over with I can go… He pulled her lips apart, and let out a warm breath over her pussy. Fuck!
“Oooohh…” Katara mewled, lying flat on her back. The cock forgotten above her. She laid on the filthy mattress, savoring how he worshiped her juicy quim. Holy Shu, how is he so good at this. No, a little more right…right there! Oh fuck! What’s he doing to me? His tongue feels like velveteen, am I peeing? I feel so wet right now. Did I already lose? Is this cumming? It feels so good! No…no…lower…a little low…fuck! What’s he doing… Katara squealed, feeling his lips wrap around a part of her she didn’t even know existed. Her toes curled and her fingers flew to her nipples, they felt needy like they were begging to be touched. She pinched them, sparks of pleasure coursing through her lithe body.
“P-please…” she breathed, “I-I can’t take much more…” Zhang ignored her, beginning the teasing process all over again by only licking around her pussy. Whatever he was doing, it was starting to make her ache more than feel pleasure. “Please, just make me…” She turned her head away, she couldn’t give in so easily. She was the sole water bender of her proud tribe. She couldn’t give into her womanly needs. Again, she began eagerly licking his cock like a dog. Right up until he began to rub her pussy with his hand. She was slick, and it was easy for him to brush her clit back and forth.
What’s happening to me? Her mind felt like it was trudging through deep snow. Is it supposed to feel this good? No…he’s raping me…then why does it feel better than anything I ever…is this sex? Is this what…oh no…oh…oh…
“Nooooo!” She cried, feeling something hot and sticky approaching like a rampaging animal. She knew this was cumming, she knew deep down she was about to lose. She tried to clamp her slender legs together, but Zhang smacked her inner thighs to keep them open. This only made Katara’s orgasm mixed with pain all the more powerful. Her mouth contorted as she squealed in beautiful agony, her juices gushing from her pussy like a fountain. She sobbed, not because she lost but because nothing on Earth could ever compare to this new feeling. But he still didn’t stop, he kept licking and stroking and fingering her hole until another orgasm rose inside of her. Her fists clenched into balls, and she howled, feeling it rock her battered body. Only after she’d thoroughly soaked the mattress, did he allow her to rest.
Wiping the back of his mouth, he didn’t even allow her the chance to calm down before stabbing his hard cock against her cheek. “I believe I won. Looks like you’re only purpose is being a hole to fuck and not much else. Open, my little Water Tribe slut.”
He won…? Katara couldn’t focus, only doing as he asked and popping her mouth open for him. Zhang hissed, sinking his cock into her mouth. Katara’s dry throat was quick to lube up as precum doused her insides like a hot cup of tea. From this angle, his cock easily dipped down her gullet and over her tongue. Katara gagged, spit burbling up from her mouth and pooling down her cheeks while his hips humped against her face. She wriggled beneath his relentless pumping, her airways filling with his thick member. Balls slapping against her face, Katara smelled the sour scent of his musk filling her nostrils every time he collided with her.
The mattress squeaked as he used her hole, thrusting in and out without a care for her wellbeing. She sobbed around him, another in a long line of whores he likely used in similar or worse ways.
“Oooh,” his balls tightened above her nose and he pulled up, just until only her lips were around his cock. “I want you to drink it all up, taste it as it goes down. You understand?” She nodded her head, miserable, knowing it would taste even worse with it swimming inside her mouth. Grunting, he pumped his first shot inside her.
Ulk, it tastes so salty! Katara moaned, her mouth filling with his seed. It’s all thick and sticky! The more I swallow the more he makes. Is all cum this disgusting? Do I taste this bad? Katara gulped load after load down, struggling to keep up as he emptied himself. His fertile cream filling her belly up after a lackluster dinner. Still, she wasn’t able to completely keep up as dribbles slipped past her lips and trickled down the side of her face. It was warm and gooey and smelled like sea water.
“And one more for good measure.” Zhang suddenly thrust in and Katara’s mouth spilled over as cum spurted past her lips and over her face. It slipped into her eyes, covering her in a sheen of cum. Pulling completely out, Katara unintentionally smacked her lips, burning with humiliation. She quickly rolled over onto her stomach to wipe the rest of him from her face, coughing up his fresh load of cum.
“That was good,” Zhang lifted himself off her, his cock trailing through her hair as he did so. He circled around her like an animal waiting to strike, before stopping behind her plump ass. “But I know what’ll feel even better.” Lifting her hips up, he readied himself behind her and ran the head of his cock up and down her weeping pussy.
While not knowing what sex was, Katara still realized this was bad.
“No!” Katara sputtered, reaching her hands out like claws to drag herself away. Her muscles straining as she pulled herself over the soiled mattress, eyes wide in fear.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He roughly flipped her onto her back, her heavy tits slapping against one another as he did so. Katara covered her crotch with both hands.
Please, don’t let him do it! Katara prayed to her gods. Please, not anymore. Not after everything he’s done to me, no more! I can’t take anymore!
“P-please…” Katara begged, cum still in her left eye. “D-don’t do this. I know at some point you were a good man.”
“I’m a great man.” Zhang chuckled, grinning, “But I was never good.” He grabbed her breasts, tightening his hold on them as Katara squealed. “If you disobey me, or try to get away, I will have my men kill your friends. Is that what you want?”
“No.” Katara shook her head.
“Then beg me to fuck your unworthy Water Tribe pussy.”
“Please fuck my unworthy Water Tribe pussy.” Katara felt like she’d sucked on a lemon. “Please rape my worthless pussy with your perfect Fire Nation cock.”
“There, was that so hard?” He lined himself up with her wet snatch, rubbing his hardening cockhead against her slit. “Now I want you to hold a single note, act like your singing.”
What is he planning? Katara sniffled but did as he demanded.
Holding open her mouth and starting with a low, “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhauuggghhhheeeeeee!”
He rammed inside her virgin pussy, breaking through her hymen in one lust fueled thrust, bursting deep inside of her and tearing open her previously untouched canal. She writhed beneath him as he clung to her hips, holding her steady as he began to fuck earnestly inside her tight cunt. Hot tears spilled down the sides of her face, but he showed no mercy while plowing through her untouched virgin snow.
It hurts! It hurts! Katara sobbed, reaching down to cradle her abused pussy, but his hand grabbed her wrists and threw them back at her face. All she could do was hold her bountiful chest and allow her hole to be abused without a hint of mercy. Her cries went of deaf ears as Zhang laughed, throwing her legs over his shoulders to press deeper inside of her. Her little body trembling, she could only wait until he was finished with her most delicate and sensitive area.
“Beg for more!” Zhang ordered, slapping her large tits.
Katara yelped, “Please rape me more! Please rape me like the little Water slut I am! Please, fuck me!”
“Oh yes…” he grunted, bottoming out inside of her and thrusting deep into her womb. His cock was unbelievably large inside her lithe body, she could almost feel him pressing against the walls of her stomach and creating a bulge in her tummy. Katara couldn’t see through her tears and his cum, but she could tell by how frenzied his lunges were that he was nearing another orgasm. Her tiny pussy quivered around him, and new alien feelings began bubbling inside her again.
“Look at me.” He ordered. Katara looked away. “I said, look at me!” He grabbed her roughly by the chin, forcing her terrified eyes to meet his own. “I want to see your face as I breed you.”
“Breed me?” Her eyes widened. “No! You can’t!”
“Watch me.” He humped into her hard, and she could feel his boiling cum shooting inside of her. She wailed, knowing that his seed was putting a child inside of her fertile cunt. She tried the squirm away, but he clamped onto her tits and forced her to stay put as he unloaded inside her. Her pupils dilated and her lips trembled, her mouth contorted in horror and her cheeks went pale. Above her, he laughed.
“Ah, you’re so fucking tight! But I want you even tighter.” Taking her legs, he lifted them up and pressed them together. “Yeah, milk me you fucking whore!” He rocked back and forth, her pussy nothing more than a hot and wet hole to slide into. “Tell me you want this!”
“I don’t want this!” Katara wept. “I don’t! I don’t!”
“That’s almost better.” Zhang said, giving one last pump before pulling out. She felt hot cum spilling out of her pussy and spraying the mattress, wet squirting noises erupting from beneath her and she covered her face in embarrassment. A girl could only take so much. “Get on your stomach.” He threw her legs aside, they bounced uselessly off the mattress.
“More?” She sobbed.
“I’m pent up, bitch.” He sniggered, “Now get that ass up in the air like a good girl.”
Just be a good girl. Katara sniffled. Keep being a good girl and he wont hurt you anymore. She rolled over, her pussy aching after just being torn open. She laid on her stomach like a board of wood, not bothering to push herself up in fear he’d think she was trying to run away again. Instead, his fingers dug into her hips and lifted her backside into a kneeling position. She could still feel him oozing out of her.
“Ready for the second round?” He asked.
“Yes.” She peeped.
“Make me believe you.”
“Fuck my dirty Water Tribe pussy,” she sniveled, “rape a Fire Nation baby in me. I know I’m not worthy, but please, please fuck me like a…a whore.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
Katara’s blue eyes clenched shut, feeling him stretch her still sore slit. Going so much slower this time around, he felt even bigger, her hole expanding to accommodate him. Katara’s cheek pressed into the dirty mattress; her ass pointed up in the air waiting to be bred. She moaned, feeling him filling her up inch by tremendous inch. Her sounds weren’t from pleasure, more from the anomalous sensation of something entering a portion of her body that’d never been touched before. It was dark and made her feel dirty, disgusted that her body’s sole purpose was to be a hole needing to be filled. Still, she could sense herself getting damp between her legs but didn’t know why.
Did he do something to me? She feared, sinking her teeth into the mattress while he delved deeper into her. Why do I feel all gooey and warm inside, like before? This can’t be making me feel good, it can’t. I’m not…I’m not a whore, am I?
Squeaking with every thrust, she quivered around his turgid rod while he battered her like his personal toy. He sawed back and forth, using her hips as handles while he pummeled her pink lips. Her little cries every time he drove into her seemed to spur him on. He slid into her easily now, both their cum mixing together to create a slurry of orgasmic bliss. And while he was still the one reaping most of the benefits, she couldn’t deny how slick she’d become and how easier it was for him to pump into her once tight virgin cunt.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
Pounding into her, the Water Tribe girl whimpered as he had his way with her again. He leaned forward, putting his all into every thrust and driving her head deeper into the old mattress. Drenched in sweat and cum, and still wiping it from her face, she’d never felt so fucking worthless before. Her maidenhood robbed from her, and her womanhood now used as something easily disposable. She cried silently, waiting for him to finish. But then she felt it.
Oh no, not again! That same warmth nestled between her legs and bubbled up inside her tummy. He can’t make me do it again! No!
Katara let go of the mattress with her teeth, mewling as she felt those familiar twinges of unwanted pleasure.
“What was that?” Zhang asked.
“Nothing!” Katara buried her head back down, muffling her groans of bliss.
“It sounds like you’re enjoying this.”
“N-no!”
“So, if I did this?” His thrusts came faster, their slapping louder, and Katara’s head filled with filthy thoughts about how much her body was enjoying what they were doing to one another. He was so big, and she was so tightly wound around his cock she could feel every vein running into her. It was like being torn apart and wrapped back together again. Like she was water vapor, solidifying into ice, and then evaporating all over again. Nearing the point of no return, she fought for her pleasure, giving her true feelings away when she began to hump against him in time.
“F-fuck me…” Katara whimpered, reaching down beneath her, and pawing clumsily at the spot that’d made her feel so good. Her fingers eventually brushed against something, and she gasped. Quickly latching onto that part and gently rubbing it. Her other hand found her nipple, and she pinched it between her fingers. Tears stained the mattress as she gave into her depraved desires. “P-please fuck me.”
Humping against one another, they used each other for their own pleasures. Milking the most out of her terrible situation Katara fumbled with her clit as she neared a wonderful climax. She panted, her face sweaty, feeling it rushing towards her.
“Fuck!” He cried, his whole body stiffening. His hands dug into her brown flesh as he twitched within her. Her eyes shot open, realizing what was about to happen. The flush of cum flooded her pussy, breeding her with a fresh and healthy load. In a perverse way, it still felt good, but nowhere near as good as her treatment before. And to her horror, he’d stopped his assault on her cunt to just enjoy her wrapped around him. Her thirst left unquenched.
“No!” She moaned, frustrated that her embers began to cool. “Please!” She tried fucking herself on him, his rod still hard, but it wasn’t the same. She couldn’t bring herself anywhere near where his bucking had brought her earlier.
“You want more?” He hissed, “You’ll have to fucking work for it this time.” Katara squealed as he plopped out of her, leaving her gaping pussy empty and cold. Over her shoulder, she watched him lie down on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air. “I haven’t been this hard in a long time.” She eyed his dick fearfully, it was covered in her gruel and his cum, mixed together like a gloppy white paste. “Get on.”
“What?” She asked.
“Ride it.”
I can’t. I can’t sink that low. I wont let him see me like that. But the need told her otherwise, that desperate yearning to be filled by something. But maybe just a little bit. Just until I feel good again. Then I’ll stop.
She crawled towards it, standing up like a monolith before her. Inching over him, she mounted him like you would an animal and positioned her juicy brown quim above his slick cock. Swallowing, she lined him up with her fingers. He was so slimy with both their fluids. Her knees bending, she lowered herself over him until they touched, only just. She was in control this time, which meant everything from here on out was done by her and her alone.
Don’t do it. You’re stronger than this. You don’t need to…need…I need.
She gasped, filling herself up with him once again. She sunk down his length, moaning loudly and unashamedly as her pussy molded around his cock. It was familiar now, but no less euphoric. Her embers warmed again, burning even, and her body began moving on its own. Starting to react like it’d been created to respond.
Katara’s breasts whapped loudly as she rode him, her back desperately trying not to double over beneath their weight. She groaned in ecstasy, pumping up and down as she neared her summit. The perverse beauty of what she was fighting for was so much more powerful than any other earlier battle. She was going to get her sticky and gooey orgasm, no matter what.
“Tell me you’re my fucktoy.”
She grimaced, but obeyed, “I’m your fucktoy!”
“Try harder.”
“I’m your Water Tribe fucktoy!” She declared, “Paint my brown pussy with your white cum. Breed my worthless pussy with your Fire Nation cock! Fuck me! Just fuck me!” She cried up, slamming her hips and ass against him as she brought herself even higher. But it wasn’t enough. Something was missing. Grunting in frustration, she tried pounding harder, faster, but she was still clumsy and inexperienced. She looked down at him, pleadingly, begging for help.
Zhang lifted one arm, reached to her crotch, and pinched her clit.
The embers flared, the heat bursting, and she screamed as her loins caught aflame. She babbled nonsense, juices spraying from beneath her like a fountain and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let ecstasy claim her. Her wild thrashing and uncontained cries coaxed forth his burning white seed.
He came with a roar and Katara was filled up and bred the third time that night. Her muscles tightened, her head thrown back and she screamed in pleasure as her rapist came in her Water Tribe snatch. Pleasure coursed through her in waves, dousing her entire sweaty body. Hair matted, eyes half lidded, she let sticky strands of drool drip down from her lips and spill between her breasts.
And then she fell over, collapsing on her side, spent. Her legs twitched and her eyelashes fluttered, it was so different than anything she’d previously felt. Panting, her whole body laid useless on the mattress, there was nothing left in her after their night of sexual debauchery. It made her feel all gooey and tingling inside, there was nothing more she could do than lay on the mattress and wait for morning to come.
“Ready for more?” Zhang grabbed her heavy right breast.
“More?” She asked.
“Well I have to claim your ass at least once, then test these tits out, but we can start with you cleaning me up now.” Zhang stuck his slimy and smelly cock in her face. It reeked of both of them, cum still leaking from the tip.
“And I’ll feel good again?” Katara whimpered.
“That depends on what you are.”
Katara breathed, “Fucktoy. I’m your fucktoy.”
The sun rose over Katara’s cum stained body. Their fucking had taken them from the mattress, to the store, and then out into the streets. She was filthy, covered in both their fluids and the dirt from the road. Exhausted, she let herself be upside down doggy styled into the ground as he came inside her again. Her body shuddered, another orgasm shaking her to her core. It was all too much by now, so much her lower half was numb. But she’d done it, Sokka and Aang were likely long gone by now. Zhang hadn’t had time to send the order after fucking her for so long. Her friends and Sokka were likely out looking for her.
“Sir!” An armor-clad Fire Nation soldier rushed out of the woods. “We’ve captured the Avatar and the boy he was with, along with the beasts.”
“What?” Katara asked, her head twisting in the dirt. She didn’t even make a noise when Zhang threw her aside, her little body flopping on the ground as cum sprayed from her gaping cunt and spurted onto the street. “Y-you said they could go free…”
“I say a lot of things.” Zhang said, flicking his dick at her face. Cum landed on her lips and she instinctively lapped it up. “You’ll make the perfect slut for the Fire Lord. Waterbenders are always the most fun to break in.”
Katara struggled to use her water bending, only weakly managing to summon a stream of cum from her pussy before collapsing, exhausted.
“Get her ready for transport.” Zhang said to his subordinate. “But have her put in my cabin. I still want to test a few things out.”