BOOK 1: WHISPERS, CHAPTER 11: Azula's Assignment

Squeals and shouts of pain could be heard from undernath the rubber mask that Azula had currently sported, the mouth-covering muffling her voice as the metallic cock that had been pummeling her womanhood for hours now. Her arms and legs were suspended in a series of restraints that shaped her limbs into the shape of an X, her back arched as the dildo pushed itself into her guts for what felt like the billionth time that day. Or week. Or month. It had been so long since she’d been in that compound that she didn’t know what time it was anymore.

Along with the Fire Nation royalty was an array of other girls and women, all locked into the same machines that Azula was being **** by. All of the women were squirming in their machines, moans and cries emanating from the masks that each of them sported. There were hundreds of the girls, all on either sides of the walls getting fucked and gagged forever.

Observing the machinery was Yan, with Vaatu right behind him, watching the show from an observation booth above the ladies. Yan was smiling, admiring his work at breaking the young lighting bender.

”Today’s the day, Vaatu. The day the great Azula joins our cause.”

Azula faced the floor on her knees with her ass up, her pussy quivering in anticipation for some kind of phallic shape to enter it at any point.

She didn’t know how long she had been in the compound, but however long she’d been there, her body had completely betrayed her mind. She had been **** to go though every type of sexual **** imaginable; from mass orgies and gangrapes to fuck-machines that assaulted her body, to forcing to serve the men of the compound food on a tray hanging by her tits. Every single thing that was done to her was designed to make her into a cock-hungry whore. Or at least, that’s what she thought.

While mentally she was still put together, her body ached with desire, a vacuous hole that was begging to be filled. The vaginal discharge dripped down onto the floor, making a small puddle as the girl waited for anyone, anything to fill up her body.

She heard footsteps walking into the empty room. A heavy pair of them stepped towards her, her shaking becoming more pronounced as her body detected that a male was coming her way. She grit her teeth at her own body, her feminine form going against her own mental wishes to stay still and wait for some sort of opportunity for attack.

”Hello, Princess”, said Yan, still dawning his black business attire. Azula said nothing as he started circling around the girl.

”You know, Azula, your skills as a bender are quite impressive, for a parasitic species like your own.”

The backhanded complinent towards a female made him almost want to puke.

Azula glared up at him, still gritting her teeth as her face was filled with undeniable rage against the man who enslaved her. Yan smirked.

”Hmmm, your face says you’re upset, but your body says something else…”

He got behind the woman and gently stroked her folds with his index finger, making Azula moan through her teeth and shudder from his touch. Yan laughed as he moved his fingers up her gash and examined the liquid on his digits.

”It never ceases to amaze me how the female body works. Such a disgusting form, so easily manipulatable. Your body clearly wants me.”

Azula growled at him, Yan ignoring it and walking back around to face her.

He raised two of his fingers, one of them still having her fluid on it. ”You have two options from this point forward, Azula. Option A, you can work for me as one of my elite operatives; you’ll still naturally be inferior to any of my men, and you’ll obey whatever commands they have for you, but you’ll be responsible for whipping the other girls in our control into shape. You’ll also be dispatched to capture other female warriors in the world. We’ll even give you an antidote for that little issue between your legs you’re having, so you can at least concentrate on your mission.”

She was still giving the man a **** glare, Yan himself amused by her superficial display of rebellion.

“Option B, we bring you back to your cage and you’ll be **** and beaten until your mind is broken, along with the rest of the other cunts. You’ll all be equally inferior to men, and exist for nothing else other then to act as a fleshlight when we’re bored.”

He took a knee to get down on her level, the woman still gnarling at him. He picked her up by her chin and stared into her eyes.

”So… what will it be?”

Azula looked into his eyes, seeing if there was any fear, any nervousness that she could maybe take advantage of so she could get out of this situation. But whatever she was thinking was overshadowed by the vacant feeling in her cunt. She had no other choice.

"Y-yes…"

Yan inched closer to the girl, mockingly acting like he didn't hear what she said.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Azuls snarled at him again before jerking her head away from him and looking at the ground.

"Yes… I'll join you."

He laughed as the girl started to raise herself up from off the ground. While she was doing this, he unzip his trousers and whipped his penis out, the organ already at full mast. Azula stared at it, about to object to the act.

"Kiss it. If you wanna seal the deal, prove to me you'll obey me. So kiss it."

Azula got up to her knees and hands, and moved her face closer to Yan's cock, the male member grossing her out to no end. She squinted her eyes shut and finally touched the tip with her lips, making a kissing sound as she tried to get the taste and texture of the dick out of her mind. But all the sexually degrading act did was make her even more wet, her cunt leaking more fluids, something that Yan took notice of while laughing at her misery.

After the kiss ended, Azula laid back down on the ground, the sensations coming from her privates becoming to much for her. She looked up in anger at Yan, who was now coyly smiling with a large erection.

"Don't worry, whore. We'll get you something to remedy that problem back there."

A guard came in behind the two and stood at attention. Yan turned around to face him.

"Take her to get cleaned up and dressed. She's got a mission coming up."

"Yes, sir."

The guard shocked Azula by her collar, the girl compulsing on the floor before turning it off and attaching a metal chain to the collar. He led her out of the room, the girl half ****, to get ready for whatever was in store for her.

The new red leather outfit tightened around Azula's skin, the lines of the humiliating garb going up her crotch and ass and covering her nippes but leaving the rest of her breasts untouched. The red lines of the outfit matched the leather leggings and arm-coverings she was given, wrapping around her fingers as well. The entire outfit was less designed to be practical and more for some common street whore to show off as much skin as possible. Though if Azula had to guess, that was the point.

After forcing her to put the outfit on while feeling her up, the two male guards who helped her dress up left the room. They greeted their leader from outside the door, which Azula heard and quickly bowed her head and raised her rear up, hoping he didn't see her standing up in his presence. He walked in and admired his new agents look, staring at all her curves and squeezed flesh.

"Not bad, bitch. You look good."

Azula said nothing while looking down.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, cunt."

She begrudingly tilted her head up to look at the man looking down on her. He took out a metal device.

"This will help you control that fountain coming out of your hole. It will artificially replicate the feeling of a cock inside of you for 24 hours at a time."

He walked behind Azula and forcefully shoved it into her cunt, a scream coming from her mouth as he tightened it further into her snatch. Her fluids were still leaking out, but the device helped subside the stream, plugging it up like you would a bottle with a cork. Her endless squirming stopped; it worked.

She raised her head back to the ground as he walked to the front of her.

"Now, for your first mission; there's a pro-bending tournament coming up in a few days, and the finals will be featuring an all-female team going up against an all-male team."

He took out a small vial with a clear liquid inside.

"You will install this chemical that I've developed into the air filtration system under the arena. Ignite it a bit, and it will turn into a gas that will spread through the entire place."

Azula looked at the vial in his hands. She wanted to ask him what it did, but she knew it wasn't her place to gain that information. She'd find out eventually, though.

"You will go to Republic City. Blend in with the crowd, whore yourself out for money, fill that other hole between your legs until the day of the tournament, I don't care; but when it comes time for the game to begin, you'll set the chemical ablaze, and then, watch as all hell breaks loose."

The new **** girl nodded along. Yan reached out to her head and yanked on her hairbun, shoving the vial inside.

"If you lose that, you're dead. Understand?"

She was going to hate herself for saying this. "Yes, sir."

"Good. You leave in two hours. My men will… help you get ready."

As Yan walked out of the room, a group of horny looking guards stared hungrily at Azula from the doorway. They walked inside and shut the door behind them.