Pegging

“Look at her, Sokka,” Azula whispered, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. “She’s watching you. Watching everything.”

Sokka’s breath hitched, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Katara could hear it from across the room. His wrists were bound above his head, the cold metal chains chafing his skin as he hung helplessly before the throne. Katara was still chained to it, her blue eyes wide with horror and betrayal. Tears streamed down her face, her lips trembling as she tried to speak, but no words came out. Only a broken, strangled sob.

Azula stepped closer, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She was wearing a sleek, black harness, the glint of the strapon catching the torchlight. Sokka’s stomach turned as she ran a hand along the length of it, her smile widening as she saw the fear in his eyes.

“Don’t do this,” he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please… not in front of her.”

Azula’s laughter echoed through the throne room, sharp and cold. “Oh, Sokka,” she purred, her fingers tracing the edge of his cage. “You don’t get to make demands anymore. You’re mine. And she needs to see what that means.”

Katara’s voice finally broke through. “Sokka, fight her! Don’t let her do this!”

His chest tightened, guilt and shame burning through him like wildfire. He wanted to scream, to thrash against the chains, but his body wouldn’t obey. He was frozen, paralyzed by fear and exhaustion. Azula’s hand slid lower, stroking him through the cage, and he couldn’t suppress the involuntary shiver that ran through him.

“Please,” he whispered again, but it was useless. Azula’s smirk only widened.

She turned to Katara, her golden eyes gleaming with malice. “You see, Katara, your brother has a special place in this world now. He’s nothing more than a toy. A plaything. And I’m going to show you exactly what that looks like.”

Before Katara could respond, Azula grabbed Sokka’s hips and positioned herself behind him. He gasped, his body tensing as he felt the cold tip of the strapon press against him. “No…” he choked out, but it was too late. With one sharp thrust, she pushed inside him, forcing a ragged cry from his lips.

Katara’s scream echoed through the room, raw and ****. “Stop! You’re hurting him!”

Azula ignored her, her movements slow and deliberate as she began to fuck him. Sokka’s head dropped forward, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The pain was sharp and overwhelming, but it was the humiliation that tore at him the most. Katara was watching. Watching. His body burned with shame, but he couldn’t look away from her, couldn’t escape the agony in her eyes.

“Why aren’t you fighting her?” Katara sobbed, her voice breaking. “Sokka, please!”

His chest tightened, tears streaming down his face. “I… I can’t,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Azula’s pace quickened, her thrusts growing more forceful. Sokka’s body jerked with each movement, his cries filling the room. Katara’s sobs joined his, the sound tearing at his soul. He wanted to tell her that he was trying, that he wanted to fight, but the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was whimper and take it.

Azula’s hand reached around, gripping his cage and squeezing. He gasped, his body trembling as the pressure built inside him. “That’s right,” she purred, her voice low and dangerous. “Cum for me, Sokka. Show your sister what a good little toy you are.”

“No,” he choked out, but it was no use. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. His vision blurred as his body convulsed, his release tearing through him with a **** that left him gasping for air.

Katara’s scream echoed in his ears as the first spurt landed on her face. Her sobs grew louder, her body shaking with revulsion. Azula laughed, the sound cold and merciless. “Look at her, Sokka,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his hips. “Look at what you’ve done.”

His eyes met Katara’s, the horror and disgust in her gaze cutting deeper than any blade. He wanted to die, to disappear, but Azula wasn’t done. She released his cage and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Clean it up,” she ordered, her voice sharp and commanding.

Sokka hesitated, his stomach churning with disgust. But Azula’s grip tightened, her nails digging into his scalp. “Do it. Now.”

Trembling, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the mess from Katara’s face. Her sobs grew louder, her body jerking away from him, but Azula’s grip kept him in place. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if we can make her cry some more.”

Katara’s screams filled the room as Azula began to move again, her thrusts hard and relentless. Sokka’s cries joined hers, the sound echoing through the throne room. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was take it, his body trembling with shame and despair.

“Please…” he whispered, his voice breaking. But there was no mercy. Only Azula’s cold laughter and Katara’s anguished sobs.