Fuck Machine

The obedient guard, still wincing from Toph’s earlier attack, staggered to his feet and hurried to obey. Toph’s heart raced as she heard the sound of heavy machinery being wheeled into the room—a low, mechanical hum that sent a chill down her spine. The faceless guard grabbed her by the arms, his grip ironclad, and hauled her toward the device.

“Let me go!” Toph shouted, thrashing against his hold, but it was no use. She was weak, her body battered and drained from the relentless ****. The faceless guard ignored her struggles, his face a mask of stoic duty as he strapped her into the machine. Cold metal cuffs snapped around her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place.

Azula approached, her smirk returning as she surveyed Toph’s restrained form. “You thought you could escape this, didn’t you?” she taunted, her voice laced with mockery. She ran a finger along Toph’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “But you’re mine, Toph. And I won’t let you forget it.”

The machine whirred to life, its movements slow and deliberate as it positioned itself between Toph’s legs. She stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what was coming. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to stay strong. “No, don’t—”

Azula’s laughter cut her off, dark and merciless. “Oh, Toph,” she purred, her golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “This is just the beginning.”

The machine pressed forward, its cold, mechanical tip brushing against Toph’s entrance. She gasped, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but the restraints held her firmly in place. “Stop!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, Azula, don’t—”

“Silence,” Azula commanded, her voice sharp as a whip. She stepped closer, her fingers tangling in Toph’s hair as she **** the younger girl to look at her. “You brought this on yourself, Toph. Now, take your punishment like a good little ****.”

The machine thrust into her, its movements precise and unrelenting. Toph cried out, the sensation overwhelming as it pushed deeper, stretching her in ways she’d never imagined. Her body burned, every nerve alight with a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against the restraints, her muscles straining with the effort.

“That’s it,” Azula murmured, her voice soft and sickeningly sweet. She ran a hand down Toph’s side, her touch almost soothing if it weren’t for the context. “Let it break you. Let it remind you who you belong to.”

The machine’s pace quickened, its rhythm relentless as it pounded into her. Toph’s cries turned into gasps, her body arching against the restraints as waves of sensation crashed over her. She hated it—hated the way her body betrayed her, the way it responded to the machine’s intrusion. But most of all, she hated Azula for doing this to her.

The Fire Empress watched with rapt attention, her smirk never fading as she observed Toph’s torment. “You’re stronger than this,” she taunted, her voice low and dangerous. “Or at least, that’s what you’d like to believe. But deep down, you know the truth, don’t you? You’re weak. And weakness deserves to be punished.”

Toph’s mind struggling to process the onslaught of sensations. She clung to the thought of her friends, of the life she’d known before Azula’s cruelty had consumed it. But even those memories were fading, drowned out by the machine’s relentless rhythm and Azula’s taunting voice.

“You’re mine,” Azula whispered, her lips brushing against Toph’s ear. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

The machine’s movements grew more intense, its pace driving Toph closer to the edge. She fought against it, her body trembling with the effort, but it was no use. The sensations built inside her, overwhelming and inescapable, until she felt herself teetering on the brink.

“No,” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the machine’s hum. “I—I won’t—”

Azula’s laughter filled the room, dark and triumphant. “Oh, Toph,” she purred, her golden eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “You already have.”