BOOK 1: WHISPERS, CHAPTER 13: That Night, Part 1

A swift slap of her ass was delivered to Azula as she jumped off the small shipping boat, her breasts bouncing from the motion of both her leap and the man steering the vehicle assaulting her rear-end. He laughed as she looked back at him with a **** stare, to which he chuckled at.

"Don't worry, whore, there's more where that came from when I get back!"

He laughed as he began driving the boat away with his waterbending, leaving the Fire Princess to herself, looking around at the dock that she was dropped off at. She quickly ran behind a shipping container, the cloak she was wearing to hide her revealing outfit flowing through the wind. She put her hood up and glanced to her left and right, checking to see if anyone had seen her get off. Relieved that no one saw her, she quickly jumped into the back of a cargo truck driving by and jumped in the back, hoping the vehicle would get her to the bending arena faster.

Azula jumped off the cargo truck and observed the busy city streets around her, the bussling crowds paying the woman no mind as she paced off to the side of the road. The shine of the golden pro-bending arena at the end of the causeway on the water caught Azula's eye, the building looking just like it did on the image that the boat driver showed her on their way into the city. She blended into the crowd on their way to the arena and lifted her hood over her face, hoping no one saw her.

As she got closer to the entrance, she noticed that the guards at the front doors were doing patdowns of all men and women entering the building. She wondered if she could possibly sneak by them, or try to find another entrance.

Before she had a chance to make a decision, she was at the front of the line, the crowd behind her pushing her as she was lost in her subconscious. The guards gave her a glance before one of them started to hover his hands around Azula's body.

Her natural instincts told her to knock him out or burn his hands off, but the mission's likelihood of success plus the training she had undergone by Yan made her want to fulfill this man's request.

He started with her shoulders, patting them down for any weapons or contraband. Then her waist, her hips, and finally he touched her bare ass, her pussy still being plugged up by the metal device installed before she set off right below it. A slight moan came from the girl as her face got red; she hoped the guards didn't hear that.

After their analysis of her body was finished, they nodded at her, signaling that it was free to go in. As Azula walked through the entrance, she could feel her pussy start to leak slightly from the sensation of a powerful man touching her body. Maybe she could find him after the show and offer to take him for a ride. But first, the mission.

Azula swiftly stalked around the other arena-attendees, trying to find the entrance to the underground section of the arena so she may contanimate the air with the chemical still snuggly in her hair bun. The other people in the building were starting to go to their seats, and the voice over the radio that was situated inside of the main chamber announced that the game was about to begin soon. She didn't have much time.

She frantically looked around for any kind of door or entrance that led to the air-ventilation room under the arena. That's when she saw a plain wooden door. Seeing no other entrance aside from the bleachers', she quickly ran in and shut the door behind her.

It was dark and damp, with Azula not being able to see anything at first glance. She lit a flame from her finger and illuminated where she was. It was a staircase, leading somewhere downstairs and further into the darkness. She started descending down the steps, walking further until her feet started to feel a metal grid underneath them. Around her were various boilers and metallic objects used for the filtration system. She remembered what the main air unit looked like; a long sheet of steel with some open vents in it blowing air through a large hole above. She looked around a bit more, watching that she didn't bump into anything and shivering from the intense frigid air on her almost naked body.

That's when she finally saw it; surrounded by other pipes and machinery, the large square box shape that was blowing air into a hole right over her head. The light from the hole shined on her face as she dug the chemical vial from her hairbun and set it right next to the vents. The vial was held up by her finger, and in her other hand she began lighting up some flames to set the weapon off.

Azula breathed in and out. She lit the vial with a flame, causing a small combustion that filled the air with a red gascious form. The gas started dispering up from the vents and into the hole, soon to cover the entire arena.

She sighed. Her mission was complete. Now she just had to get out of there.

"And it looks like the Red Sands Rabaroos are dominating this game, folks! The all-girl team is quickly decimating the all-male team of the Black Quarry Boar-Q-Pines, and their territory ain't looking too good!"

The announcer's voice echoed through their microphones as Asami sipped on a cup of tea in her private booth, the game itself being a pleasent distraction from all the stress in her life as of late. With the rampant misogyny of the city increasing more and more each day, it was nice to see women defeating men in any sort of instance, even a simple competitive sporty one like this was.

Although the three male members of the Boar-Q-Pines were still standing, they were quickly running out of room on the platform. Their earthbending player only had a few disks left, while the Rabaroos seemed to have an endless supply of the disks, launching them at the men, with one of them getting knocked down into the water before he could react.

The crowd cheered, and Asami joined them, reveling in the soon-to-be defeat of the boys team. She was sure they were all nice guys, but she needed this type of gender victory for her current mental state. She continued clapping.

"That was some move, huh Kor-"

She looked to her left and remembered that the seat next to her own was empty. Her girlfriend was on a mission with Lin to discover the whereabouts of her former employee. She sighed heavily and took another sip of her team before turning back around to the game. That's when she noticed something odd happening.

A mysterious red gas started to leak out from the air slits centered around the top of the arena, quickly spreading to the bleachers and then to the players on the platform in the middle of the building itself. As the gas spread through the air, the men in the stands started caughing hard, with the women seemingly unaffected by the strange smoke. Most of the males in the building started to hack up blood, dropping to their knees as their female friends and family tried tending to them as they felt like they were dying.

The Boar-Q-Pines started feeling the effects of the gas too, with the two remaining members now on the floor, sputtering out in pain as the female team opposite to them stood around and wondered what was going on.

The gas had even started to enter Asami's room, though it had no effect on her. She simply swatted it away like it was some sort of fly, trying to figure out what the vapor in the air actually was. Before she could think further, she heard a scream. A feminine one.

A man had just struck his wife right as she was trying to help him, the husband beginning to rip off her clothes as she screamed loud enough for the arena to hear her. Then another man did something similar to his girlfriend, pushing her against the bleachers and tearing her top off to reveal her pasty-white breasts jiggle from her shirt.

Then another. And another. And another. All around the arena, men had just randomly started attacking women, yelps and shouts of the female sex heard throughout the building, the men forcing their clothes and garbs off to reveal their nude bodies, smacking and punching and kicking them to incapacitate the girls and women. Penises had started enterting pussies, the men now dropping their pants to **** themselves onto the women around them. Screams and cries of pain and pleasure filled the air, and Asami could only watch in horror at what was going on.

Even the announcer had stopped what he was doing to **** his female co-worker inside of the booth with him, ripping her dress of and revealing her chocolate-toned Water tribe breasts, before smacking them around while the woman they belonged to shouted in terror and agony. The screams from the attack could be heard from the microphone.

Even in the center of the arena, the male-bending team had gotten back on their feet and started attacking the Rabaroos with much more aggression then before, the ladies starting to get overpowered as the men stole their disks and chucked them at their heads and bodies. One of them managed to pin down a female bender and started screaming in her face as he began ripping her uniform off.

"YOU FUCKING CHEATING CUNT! ALL YOU FUCKING BITCHES DO IS CHEAT!"

The entire building had turned into a **** orgy, with Asami one of the only women in the building who wasn't being assaulted or beaten by a man. A few men in the stands saw her, and feat flushed through her face as she dropped her cup of tea and ran out of the room.

Azula ran past the screaming half-naked women, the female citizens in the building running around like headless chickens, not knowing where to go or what to do. Some of the women got caught by male benders, the girls on the floor as the men began penetrating their mouths with their dicks, while other women with bending abilities started fighting back against their male attackers.

She was seeing chaos and destruction all around her, the effects of the virus she helped spread into the arena being more potent then she originally thought. Screeching feminine sounds and male grunts and groans filled her ears as she tried getting to the exit, but a mass of female flesh was blocking the doors, all trying to get out at once.

Behind her, a group of men charged at the women, the group of girls screaming in fear and shielding their eyes. They heard something ignite, and pained masculine sounding screams filled the air. The women opened their eyes and saw, unknown to the, Princess Azula donned in a red cloak, electric shocks coming from her fingertips and the men who were about to violate them not gone, crushed against the wall or thrown across the room.

Azula turned to the women who were hyperventilating, electricity still going off around her body. "Get out of my way."

The women obeyed the command and dispered to make room for the lightningbender to run out of the front door, with the women she had just unintentionally saved running past her. The screams from inside the building leaked out into the open, with the RCPD now on the scene in their trucks and Satomobiles to try to clear out the arena. Azula ran past the men charging into the building, trying to hide herself from the crowd as she swiftly ducked through the other women all running away from the hellish scene and jumped into a darkly lit street corner, passerbys wondering what was going on.

Azula saw some of the red cloud start to flow through the air onto the street. She ran as fast as she could.

Asami tried running past the army of shouting girls that were trying to get out, but was eventually stopped by a large mass of men capturing the women and starting to beat and **** them, their cries of pain now being muffled by the members being shoved into their mouths and their cunts. Before the men could see her, she hid behind a corner and let the scene on the other side take place, the women shouting at the top of their lungs for help.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

“EEEEOOOWWWWWWW!!"

"SOMEONE FUCKING HELP! HEEEEEEEELP!!!"

The men laughed at their handiwork, not knowing one of the most powerful and attractive women in the world was hiding in fear just inches away from them. Asami had her hand over her mouth, praying that the men didn't hear her squeal of fear.

Before the **** could go on any further, she heard the sounds of rocks being smashed against faces and concrete being hit. She peaked her head out to see two Republic City officers, who had now taken care of the men **** the women and told them to get to a safe place quickly, cum still dripping from their naked mouths and pussies.

They noticed Asami, who was now more visible to the two law enforcers.

"Ms. Sato, please come with us. We'll take you somewhere safe", one of them said staunchly as he held his hand out to the business woman. She nodded and grabbed his hand, before the two led her to a nearby exit that was being unguarded.

They managed to exit the arena through a backdoor, the two male cops escorting her to a small fishing boat docked right behind the arena where she would be safe. The men guided her onto the boat, telling her to watch her steps as they began bending the water to make the boat speed off into the distance.

The Future Industries CEO looked at the carnage happening behind her, women and men running and screaming everywhere, fire starting to erupt from the building and police cars littering the streets. Tears started to fill her eyes before she grabbed a small towel in her shirt and started to wipe her eyes with it.

After a few minutes of driving the boat, they stopped at a peer that was far enough away from the tragedy that was happening at the tournament. She sniffled as the two men stared at her with serious looks.

"T-thank you for saving me, boys."

Before she could step out of the boat, one of the men raised his foot to block her exit. Right as she was about to ask what the issue was, the man bended some water and through her to the opposite end of the boat, dampening her attire and making her breasts start to seep out of her clothes.

The cops started laughing as Asami lied on the wooden ship, her eyes filled with distress.

"I-I thought you were helping me get to safety?"

One of the men continued laughing before stopping, while the other kept busting a gut.

"Oh, we were. Then we thought about how tight of a cunt the great Asami Sato might have, how plump those dick-sucking lips of yours might be. We wanted that to ourselves."

The other man who was laughing stopped as well. "As much as we'd love to see you get railed by every cock in the city, we wanted you to be all gussied up when we take what's ours before you get all covered in cum."

The two men had now removed their undergarments, their dicks at full mast, veiny and already dripping precum. Asami screamed.

"No! NO! GET AWAY! GET-"

A gust of air knocked the two men off of the boat and into the water, followed by a giant tidal wave washing them into the distance. Asami was about to ask what just happened, but then a familiar voice filled her eardrums.

"I'm here, now."

She looked to her left to see Korra, her hand extended to help her out of the boat. Relieved, she grabbed her lover's hand and fell into her arms, before going into another crying fit, the Avatar comforting her as Lin Beifong looked at the two with a mix of longing desire and slight disgust.

The women passionately kissed one another, the lips parting after a moment as the two looked in one another's eyes. Korra started speaking.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here to protect you."

Asami sniffled. "You're here now."

Hugging each other again, Asami looked at the police chief behind the couple, clearing her throat to get their attention. The two seperated as Lin started running towards her car.

"Korra, get Asami home safe. I'd have some of my men do it but I don't exactly trust them right now, for obvious reasons."

The Avatar and Asami nodded to her command and she drove off, leaving the two to watch the Pro-bending arena burn in flames, naked men and women all engaged in mass orgies and gangrapes people all around screaming and running in terror. As much as Korra wanted to go there, to help the women fend off the men, she had something more important to worry about; her Asami.

The two turned around and ran into the streets.