Free-Use

Azula’s throne room was a place of both grandeur and terror, its high ceilings casting long shadows that seemed to lick at the edges of Toph’s consciousness. The air was thick with the scent of incense and tension, and the faint hum of unseen flames flickering in the braziers made the room feel alive—like it was watching, waiting. Toph’s wrists were bound tightly behind her back with thick, unyielding rubber, the material digging into her skin as she was **** to kneel on the cold, polished floor. She could feel the vibrations of footsteps—many of them—circling her like vultures, but she couldn’t see their faces, couldn’t predict their movements. Blindness had always been her strength, but here, it felt like a cruel joke.

Azula stood over her, her sharp, predatory gaze scanning the room as she addressed the gathered crowd. “Loyal subjects,” she began, her voice smooth and commanding, “this is Toph Beifong, the so-called greatest earthbender in the world. From this moment forward, she is no longer a warrior. She is my property. And by my decree, she is free-use.”

The words hit Toph like a physical blow. Her stomach twisted, and she clenched her teeth, refusing to give Azula the satisfaction of seeing her fear. Free-use. The phrase echoed in her mind, each syllable driving home the reality of her situation. She wasn’t just a prisoner. She was a toy. A plaything. And Azula had just handed her over to the wolves.

“Let’s begin,” Azula said, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She snapped her fingers, and the guards stepped forward, their boots clicking against the floor. Toph’s heart pounded as she felt hands grab her shoulders, forcing her to lie back on the cold surface. The rubber suit clung to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she could feel the heat of their stares as they surrounded her.

Azula knelt beside her, her breath warm against Toph’s ear. “You’re going to learn your place,” she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. “And if you resist… well, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Toph’s jaw tightened, but before she could reply, she felt a pair of hands grip her thighs, spreading her legs apart. The sudden vulnerability made her flinch, and she instinctively tried to close her legs, but the rubber restraints held her in place. Azula chuckled softly, her nails tracing a line down Toph’s stomach. “Feisty, aren’t we? But you’ll learn.”

The first guard stepped forward, his presence looming over her. Toph could feel the weight of his body as he knelt between her legs, the heat of his skin brushing against hers. Her breath came in short, panicked bursts as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. No, she wanted to scream, but the word caught in her throat.

Azula’s hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn her head. “Watch,” she commanded, though Toph couldn’t see. “Watch and learn.”

The guard’s fingers slid along the edge of the rubber suit, finding the seam that ran along her inner thigh. With a sharp tug, he tore the material open, exposing her to the cold air. Toph’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt his hands on her bare skin, rough and demanding. She bit down on her lip, refusing to make a sound, but the guard wasn’t gentle. His fingers pressed into her, probing and invasive, and Toph’s nails dug into her palms as she fought to keep her composure.

“Good,” Azula purred, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Now, show her what she’s good for.”

The guard’s hands shifted, and Toph felt the unmistakable pressure of his body pushing against hers. Her stomach lurched, and she turned her head away, but Azula grabbed her chin again, forcing her to face forward. “Look at him,” she hissed. “Look at what you’ve become.”

Toph’s vision might have been gone, but her other senses were heightened. She could feel every movement, every breath, every shift of his weight as he positioned himself. The guard’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and Toph’s body stiffened as she felt him push inside her. The pain was sharp and immediate, and she let out a strangled gasp, her nails digging into her palms.

Azula’s laughter was low and cruel, her breath hot against Toph’s ear. “That’s it,” she whispered. “Take it. You’re mine now, and you’ll learn to obey.”

The guard’s pace was slow at first, almost methodical, as if he was savoring the moment. But as Azula’s taunts grew louder, his movements became rougher, more urgent. Toph’s body was **** to move with him, the rubber suit sliding against the cold floor as she was pushed and pulled by his rhythm. She bit down on her lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but the pain was relentless.

Azula’s hand trailed down Toph’s side, her fingers digging into the rubber. “You’re doing so well,” she cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. “But let’s see how much more you can take.”

Another guard stepped forward, his hands rough as he grabbed Toph’s shoulders, forcing her to sit up. Her back arched as the first guard continued to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The second guard grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck. “Open your mouth,” he growled, his voice low and demanding.

Toph’s jaw ached as she was **** to comply, her lips parting reluctantly. The guard’s fingers pressed against her tongue, the taste of salt and sweat making her gag. She could feel his arousal pressing against her cheek as he leaned in closer, his other hand gripping the back of her head.

“Good girl,” Azula murmured, her voice filled with dark approval. “Now, show him what you’re made of.”

Toph’s body trembled as she was **** to take more of him into her mouth, the bitter taste making her stomach churn. The guards moved in unison, their bodies pressing against her from both sides, their hands gripping her tightly as they used her for their own pleasure. Azula’s laughter echoed through the room, a cruel symphony of dominance and control.

“That’s it,” Azula purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re learning your place.” Her fingers traced a line down Toph’s back, her nails digging into the rubber. “But this is only the beginning.”

The guards’ movements grew more frantic, their breaths hitching as they neared their climax. Toph’s body was pushed to its limits, her muscles aching as she was **** to endure their relentless ****. The pain and humiliation were almost too much to bear, but she refused to give in. She would survive this. She would endure.

Azula leaned in close, her lips brushing against Toph’s ear. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

As the guards’ pace quickened, Toph’s mind began to drift, her body numb to the pain. She clung to the thought of her friends, of the life she had before this nightmare. She would survive. She had to. But as the room filled with the sounds of the guards’ groans and Azula’s cruel laughter, Toph couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever escape this hell.