Taken to the Garden

The palace gardens were a cruel contrast to Suki’s shattered spirit. The air smelled of jasmine and hibiscus, the soft chirping of birds a mocking symphony to her humiliation. Azula’s grip on her leash was firm, guiding her through the winding paths lined with manicured shrubs and blooming flowers. Suki’s knees ached as she crawled on all fours, the metal tail swaying behind her with every movement, teasing the edge of her awareness. Her bare skin brushed against the cool stone path, the sensation foreign and degrading. She kept her head low, her eyes fixed on the ground, unable to meet the gazes of the onlookers—nobles, servants, guards—who watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Stop here,” Azula commanded, her voice sharp and authoritative. Suki froze, her body trembling as she knelt in the center of a small clearing surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers. The empress circled her like a predator, her golden robes swishing with each step. “You’re trembling,” Azula noted, her tone laced with mock concern. She crouched down, her fingers brushing against Suki’s cheek. “Are you cold? Or is it something else?”

Suki’s breath hitched, her body tensing as Azula’s touch trailed lower, tracing the curve of her shoulder before settling on her breast. Her fingers grazed Suki’s nipple, and despite herself, a soft moan escaped her lips. Azula’s smirk widened, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Oh, you’re definitely not cold,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “Let’s see how much milk you have for me today.”

Her fingers pinched Suki’s nipple, and a sharp gasp tore from Suki’s throat as milk spilled forth, running down her skin in thin, glistening streams. The humiliation burned hotter than the sun, but worse was the traitorous heat pooling in her core, the ache that refused to be ignored. Azula’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against Suki’s ear. “Such a good little cow,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Now, lay back for me.”

Suki hesitated, her body stiff with resistance, but Azula’s grip on her leash tightened, the threat implicit. She obeyed, lowering herself onto her back, her legs spreading wide as Azula commanded. The cool stone against her back was a stark contrast to the heat of her own skin, the sensation only adding to her shame. The tails swayed gently as she moved, the metal plug shifting inside her, a constant reminder of her predicament.

Azula knelt between Suki’s legs, her golden robes pooling around her like liquid fire. She produced a long, slender vibrator from the folds of her clothing, the smooth surface gleaming in the sunlight. Suki’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as Azula brought the toy to her clit, the tip barely brushing against her sensitive flesh. “Look at you,” Azula murmured, her voice soft, almost affectionate. “So ****, so needy. And yet, you still try to fight it.”

The vibrator hummed to life, the sound low and steady, and Suki’s body jerked as the sensation rippled through her. Azula’s fingers traced the base of the plug, applying pressure that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through Suki’s body. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, writhing against the stone path as Azula teased her, the vibrator vibrating against her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

“You belong to me,” Azula whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down Suki’s spine. “Every gasp, every moan, every drop of milk—it’s mine.” Her fingers moved lower, tracing the edge of Suki’s entrance, and Suki’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. The crowd watched in silence, their eyes wide with fascination as Azula continued her torment.

The vibrator’s intensity increased, the hum growing louder, more insistent, and Suki’s body convulsed, her nails digging into the stone as she fought to maintain control. But it was no use. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and with a sharp cry, her body spasmed, her orgasm ripping through her with a **** that left her gasping for air.

Azula watched with a satisfied smirk, her golden eyes gleaming with triumph. “Such a good girl,” she purred, her voice dripping with mock praise. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Suki’s ear. “But we’re not done yet.”

Her fingers moved to the base of the plug, applying pressure that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through Suki’s body. “Bark for me,” Azula commanded, her voice sharp and authoritative. Suki’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she tried to form the words, but before she could, Azula’s fingers tightened around the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly, agonizingly, the sensation overwhelming. Suki’s body jerked, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Azula leaned in, her lips brushing against Suki’s ear. “Now, bark,” she commanded, her voice sharp and stern.

Suki’s eyes widened, her body trembling as she tried to form the words. “I… I can’t…” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Azula’s fingers tightened around the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly, the sensation overwhelming. “Moo,” she repeated, her voice firm and unyielding.

Suki’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she opened her mouth. The sound that came out was weak, pitiful, and the crowd erupted into laughter once more. Azula’s smile widened, her fingers tightening around Suki’s chin. “Louder,” she commanded.

“oo… moo…” Suki’s voice shook, the words foreign and humiliating, but Azula’s smirk only deepened. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers grazing Suki’s cheek once more. “Now, let’s see how much milk you can give me.”

Her fingers pinched Suki’s nipple, and a sharp gasp tore from Suki’s throat as milk spilled forth, running down her skin in thin, glistening streams. The humiliation burned hotter than the sun, but worse was the traitorous heat pooling in her core, the ache that refused to be ignored...