BOOK 1: WHISPERS, CHAPTER 7: Re-Education

Azula slowly opened her eyelids, the Fire Nation princess starting to come to her senses, the chilly air around her hitting her pupils as she groggily began to wake up, darkness filling her still blurry vision. She noticed that she was laying on top of her chest in the nude, the freezing cold floor underneath wherever she was making her nipples harden to a sensitive degree. She tried to move around, but discovered that wherever she was, it restricted her movement, the steel walls around her making it so that she could barely move her arms or legs from where they were resting.

Her eyes shot up in shock and anger, trying to escape from the cramped space she was stuck in. She heard similar rattling that she was making coming from both sides of her, female-sound screaming and yelling coming from each side as the women stuck in what seemed to be tiny cages tried to call for help.

"Lady Azula! Lady Azula! Where are you?"

The voice came from one of Azula's cohorts from the Fire Warriors, from when she attempted to manipulate Zuko into being a ruthless Fire Lord. The plan to have her brother succeed their father failed, and Azula's entire team was **** to go into exile for years. The last thing she and her warriors remembered was drinking in the mountains before a mysterious white light flashed before them, knocking them all ****.

Azula looked to her right through the darkness. "Zirin? Is that you?"

"Yes, my Lady. I don't know where I am. Where are the others?"

The young Fire Nation princess tried to respond but the other cries of the females around them overpowered their voices, the volume of the girls filling Azula's ears like the voices that plagued her head for years did. She wanted to cover her ears to stop the screaming, but she couldn't move her arms. She tried conjuring up some lightning from her fingers to see if she could blast the metal-barred door in front of her shut, but it was no use; she couldn't create the lightning.

Frightened, she then tried to firebend the bars to melt them off; nothing. The woman couldn't bend.

Her female colleagues screams grew louder as she shook her head against the bars, partially trying to brute **** her way out of the tiny cage she was trapped in but also trying to distract herself from the yelps of fear of the other women under her command.

"I-I can't use my bending!"

"I can't see!"

"Lady Azula, help us!"

"It's so cold!"

The female voices grew in size, almost like a herd of cows were all woken up at once, screeching from the cold hard floor supporting their nude forms. Azula thought she was about to go insane… she was ready to scream, to shut up the noises so she could hear herself think if only for a moment. She opened her mouth, and-

"QUIET!"

A loud, booming masculine voice **** what seemed to be hundreds of girls in the room into submissive silence, the women in the massive complex whimpering from fear as they heard a pair of footsteps start to walk along a steel corridor. Azula could hear the footsteps grow closer to her, until a dark silhouetted figure stopped in front of her cage, making eye-contact with the girl as he unlocked her cage door with a key and attached a collar to her neck. The woman struggled to get the device off, but was immediately backhanded by the male form in front of her, rendering her paralyzed for a moment while she was pulled out of the tiny slot she was resting on.

Her body hit the hard, cold floor with a thud, which was followed by the dark man attaching some sort of leash to her collar. Azula could hear soft whimpers and cries from her fellow Fire Nation sisters as she was dragged into the darkness, the imprint of the slap still burned into her face. She tried looking at the faces of her girls to reassure them that she was alright, but she couldn't see them.

She couldn't bend, she couldn't fight back, and she didn't know where she was. For what was happening to her in the moment, she was alone.

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The young Fire Nation girl was taken by the leash further into the massive compound she was in, passing by rows and rows of girls all stuck inside of cages, their heads popping out to see what was going on in front of him through the darkness that encompassed the entirety of the facility they were in. Eventually after walking far, Azula and the man pulling on her leash has walked into a light source, illuminating the area they were in as they walked down more hallways that were at least visible this time.

As Azula was dragged, she looked at the man who was walking her; he was wearing some sort of headgear that concealed his entire head, with red goggles and a helmet with what looked to be a circle with a fist and an arrow pointing upwards on the top of it. His suit was greyish-black and he sported a red scarf around his own neck. Before she could analyze his appearance more, he tugged on her leash from her front, forcing her to crawl to keep up with him.

The two passed by more metal cages with women inside and larger rooms with glass windows. Men were on the inside, sporting the same outfit the man chocking Azula was wearing but without anything covering their heads. They were a mix of Water, Earth, and Fire tribesmen all gangraping a group of young Earth Kingdom girls, their cocks piercing their mouths and cunts as Azula could hear the grunts of pleasure from the men and the screaming of pain from the women on the inside mixed in with the soft cries for help of the girls out of the cages. The men were pulling their arms behind their backs, tears falling down the womens faces. Azula was yanked away as the whimpers of her gender became further away until she eventually couldn’t hear them anymore.

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After what felt like an eternity of walking and a view of a carnival of women all being abused, Azula and her captor finally stopped in front of a large set of metal doors. On both sides of them were red and black banners adorned with the same symbol found on the man’s helmet. He opened one of the doors and walked in, dragging Azula behind him.

“I-I demand you let me go! I am the daughter of the Fire Lord Ozai, and I-“

Azula quickly received a shock to the collar she was wearing, the man holding her leash now holding some kind of device with a few buttons on it that activated the bolt of electricity into the Fire Princess’ body. The man tugging her along smirked as she breathed heavily in pain and exhaustion from the shock.

”Never seen anything like this before, huh?” he said with a shit eating grin while holding up the remote control that was hooked up to the panting girl’s metal collar. “A lot has changed since you were Daddy’s girl, cunt.”

Azula was about to respond but was quickly cut short by a large pull of the leash that was attached to her collar, almost throwing her into the room with one hand.

Inside the room was various different strange devices, ones that the 18 year old Fire Lord heir had never seen before. They all seemed to follow a certain pattern; there was a chair or some sort of cushion for someone to sit or lie in, with a metal phallic shape sitting comfortably in the middle of the seat. Around the seat were various metal bars and beams, and other structures contained wooden parts with holes big enough for certain body parts to stick through.

As Azula continued to struggle against her collar, the man holding her leash thought internally. What sex device did Yan and Vaatu tell him to put Azula in again?

The guard snapped his fingers, finally remembering what machine his bosses wanted him to use. He grabbed a hold of Azula’s leash tightly and dragged her to the back of the room to another steel door, opening it up to reveal a large room with a projector, a makeship screen, and a chair with a steel dildo place in the middle. Azula continued to thrash agaisnt the man’s tugs before he eventually got tired of her and grabbed a hold of her hair and slammed her to the ground.

Dazed and confused, the guard grabbed a hold of her hair again and dragged her over to the chair, before picking her up while the girl started hitting him over and over before being stabbed onto the thick metal cock installed in the chair, a painful cry coming from Azula’s mouth, her hymen tearing itself in half at the sudden invader in her nether regions. Drops of blood slowly leaked out of her pussy while she screamed, the guard already sporting a hard-on at the sight while he strapped her arms and feet onto the seat.

”The Great Princess Azula is a virgin!“ he said in delight. ”I can’t wait to fuck your tight little-“

”That’s enough, Tenshi.”

The man named Tenshi and Azula looked over to where the foreign voice came from and saw a middle-aged bald man with a rough looking beard in the doorway, his black clothes looking to be more expensive then anything any sort of scientist would usually wear. He walked over to the two and looked at Tenshi.

”You’re dismissed.”

Tenshi bowed before the man and walked past him, leaving the room to the Princess and the scientist.

The man in black walked in front of Azula, staring at the woman as she tried to buckle against her restraints, not even paying attention to the man in front of her. He looked down at her pussy, drops of blood seeping from the hole between her legs that was currently stuffed with a metallic cock. The man looked disgusted.

"It never ceases to amaze me how truly vile you creatures and your bodies are."

Azula stopped thrasing about for a moment, hearing the insult from the lowly man facing her. "How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know who I-"

Another backhand swiftly hit Azula across the face, the imprint of his hit being even bigger then it did the guards, the stinging of the slap still giving the girl whiplash as she tried turning her head back towards her assaulter.

"Don't ever talk to a man without his permission, cunt." he said with vitriol in his voice.

She looked at the man with anger plastered on her face, getting ready to bark at him like an angry dog. That's when she felt the steel cock inside of her start to exit her body, only to immediately be pushed back in after a moment. It left her again, and then **** itself back in, a robotic motion going along as the metal dick kept being inserted in and out of the girl's pussy while she sat in the chair, her moaning and whining starting to fill the room.

"Y-you…. unf… can't d-do this to.. meeeEEEE… I-I am Fire L-LORD Ozai's daughter…"

The man started laughing at the girl's pauses. "Oh, I know who you are, Princess. Or at least, who you USED to be."

Azula tried raising an eyebrow to question the man before she quivered from the metal member punching her box again. The man ignored her and continued on with what he was saying.

"I know you used to be the great legendary Princess Azula, daughter of Fire Lord Ozai, brother of Zuko, the girl who could bend lightning from her fingertips, the one who almost caught the Avatar. Now? You're just a typical mountain bandit, sacking caravans for food to feed yourself and the rest of your starving band of worthless bitches."

The mention of her lightning abilities triggered her instincts, or at least it would have, but the memory of her being unable to bend plus the cock going in and out of her clouded her judgement.

"HooooWWW… d-do you k-KNOW about… my light-NING…?"

The man smirked. "Like I said, I know everything about you. How you were defeated by your brother and a Water tribe girl, how they took everything from you, made you feel weak and helpless. How your brother usurped your… rightful place to the throne."

He almost sound like he was going to throw up in his mouth, just the mere thought of a female having any power made him want to lose his lunch. But he continued.

"Actually, I may know something you don't about your father. Did you know he wished that you and your brother were opposite genders?"

Azula closed her eyes and tried to take her mind off of the interogation happening to her, but her brain wandered back to her cunt being punctured again. She wanted to ignore him, but her anger and frustration was skyrocketing.

She opened her eyes to see the man looking down on her. His evil grin made her want to rip his face off.

"W…what… a-are you… talkING about…?"

"It's true!" he exclaimed. "Ozai was disgusted by the fact that his worthless, parasitic blood-sucking whore of a daugher was a better warrior then a biologically superior male. I suppose in the end, he was wrong about something… Zuko was the better one!"

She wanted to scream, but every small burst of energy she got was stopped in its tracks by the object hitting her snatch.

"Y-you…. you're a liar…"

He chuckled. "You wish."

She started to remember something. Her father, screaming at her for being such a child prodigy, a useless little girl better then his son, his true pride and joy. She remembered overhearing her father shouting at her mother that he hated her for ever giving birth to another female, another cunt in a world full of cunts. She remembered seeing her father and all of the deep, long talks he would have with her brother, consoling him as the true heir to the Fire Nation, a position a woman could never handle.

Azula shook her head to get the bad thoughts out, but familiar sounding voices started to sound off in her head.

"You're a cunt."

"You should be ashamed to think you were ever better than a boy."

"Worthless bitch."

"You were made to please the men of the world and nothing else."

The Fire Lord heiress started shouting. "No… No!"

"Oh, yes."

He got behind the girl and strapped her head with metal bars to face the projector screen on the other end of the room. He then walked to the side of the projector as the girl was still mentally and physically struggling.

"This special presentation was made to introduce feisty bitches like you to the new world order. I hope you enjoy, milady."

With that, he turned the projector on and walked out of the room, laughing to himself as Azula was **** to watch whatever would appear on the screen against her will, her eyes **** open by metal bars widening her eyelids.

The presentation started, and almost immediately Azula was bombarded with misogynistic rherotic that made her gender seem like it was a mistake accidently made by nature. Footage of women being beaten down, defeated in battle, and **** were fried into her brain, everything from famous female benders to legendary women fighters who may not have been able to bend but could still pose a challenge to even the toughest of men. Or at least, that's what Azula thought.

Ragni and Hei-Ran, two firebending masters she had read about, both double teaming a cock in front of them, licking the shaft up and down with their tounges as the two were grabbed at the back of the head by an unknown male figure. Avatar Kyoshi was seen being spitroasted by two other men, both of them thrusting and pumping their cocks into the naked Avatar with no makeup on. Avatar Yangchen being double penetrated by two cocks in her tight pussy, the woman moaning and squealing like a pig in pure bliss. More and more of these images popped up on the screen, the footage of all of her childhood heroes and historical figures being dumb, submissive sluts burning into the mind of the Fire Princess.

A diagram showed itself on the screen, showcasing the female body; a voiceover explained how the female's brain, body, bones, and muscles were smaller and weaker then that of men's, and their chi paths were slower and less frequent along their forms compared to the superior sex of men. A picture of the female genitalia popped up on the projector, the crude drawing highlighting that it was nothing more then a gross, bloody hole that was designed to take the long, hard, strong cocks of men inside of it while the female owners of them could do nothing but let it happen. Everything about men and their bodies was superior to her own.

More footage of women and girls being **** and enslaved showed itself, long lines of females being led by men with whips and spears, poking and prodding the girls as the screamed in pain. Flash images of women being smacked, punched, and face fucked popped up as they presentation kept going on and on, Azula wanting to tear up from the psychological torment that was being done to her.

As the footage of women bowing and sucking and being abused continued, a voiceover began speaking.

"Your species is a dead-end. You're weak, stupid, inferior, irrational, whiny, unintelligent, self-absorbed, and arrogant. You've lost your reason for existing, what your bodies and your minds were truly made for; to please men, to obey men, to let yourselves be used as an outlet for all of their desires, no matter how cruel they may be. That is what you were created for, that is what you should be doing, to atone for the mistake that is being female, you must lose yourself and become a true woman."

The voiceover, the images on the projector, the voices in her head screaming similar messages at her and the dildo fucking her cunt over and over again made Azula want to curl up in a ball and hope that the bad thoughts went away. They didn't. In fact, they stuck to her. She was beginning to see the truth.

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After what seemed like hours of the presentation being burned into the girl's retinas, the film stopped, and the screen faded back into it's original lifeless white color. Azula was still wide awake, her eyes glued to the screen while her pussy was red from the ours of **** she had been given. Her whole chair was wet and sticky, the girl orgasming multiple times during the presentation whether she wanted to or not.

The man in black stepped back into the room, humming cheerfully as he walked over to the projector to turn it off. He then wandered in front of Azula, her eyes seemingly devoid of all life even though she was still concious. He turned off the dildo that had been assaulting her privates for hours, and stared into the girls eyes.

"I have a proposition for you, Azula. I want you to work for me and my army. You'll serve us with your body and you'll receive your precious bending back, but only at our whims. In return, we'll give you a new purpose; whipping the rest of our captured girls into becoming the perfect obedient dolls for us to use."

Azula's eyeballs rolled towards the man who was talking to her, his words echoing and bouncing in her mind, the voices now having gone quiet.

"And when the world is changed into what it should have always been, you'll have the right to bear the child that will become the new Fire Lord, serving and pleasing the men of the kingdom dutifully and punishing the lowly females who may not be as subservient as you. You'll always be above someone, always in control of someone's fate. The fate of cunts like you, that is."

He released her restraints and the girl fell to floor, her boobs mashing onto the cold hard ground as she looked up at her captor, his cock out and at full mast.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Azula jumped at the man, trying to get a good angle to bite his cock off, but he swiftly caught her hair and threw the girl to the ground, cum and blood leaking out of her gaping pussy as she tried to get back up again, only to be immediately shocked from the collar that she had forgotten was around her neck the entire time. The volts of electricity shot through Azula, causing her to wail out in pain before she felt her eyes start to betray her, closing shut and passing out.

The man walked over to the naked girl on the floor and shook his head in dissapointment. Another black figure was summoned in front of the man, the two looking down at the now **** royalty.

"What a shame", the human man said. "Thought she'd break from that."

"That girl is a strong-willed one, Yan. It will take more then a few hours of some slideshow to change her into acting as one of our operatives."

"Fair enough. How are you feeling?"

"Stronger. Though, we need more time."

"We've got all the time in the world now, Vaatu."

Yan picked up Azula and started walking out of the room, lugging her body by his shoulder back to her cage in the main captivity corridor. He knew she was going to be a challenge, but she'd break. They all would.