Latex

Toph’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and her head throbbing. The cold metal table beneath her sent shivers through her body, and the restraints bit into her skin with every slight movement. She tried to lift her arm, but it was pinned down, her muscles unresponsive. The **** was still coursing through her veins, making her limbs feel like lead. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to focus. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down—not with Azula involved.

The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery she couldn’t identify. The air was thick with the scent of rubber and something else—chemicals, maybe. She turned her head, her blind eyes scanning the room instinctively, trying to pick up on any vibrations that might give her a clue as to where she was. The floor beneath her was smooth, unnaturally so, and the walls felt... wrong. Reinforced. Designed to keep her trapped.

Before she could piece it together, the door slid open with a soft hiss, and footsteps echoed across the room. Light, deliberate, and unmistakable. Azula.

“Awake at last,” Azula’s voice purred, the sound sending a chill down Toph’s spine. The firebender’s presence was overwhelming, her energy crackling like a storm waiting to break. “I was beginning to think I’d overdone it with the sedative. But you’re tougher than that, aren’t you, Toph?”

Toph’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. She wouldn’t give Azula the satisfaction. Instead, she focused on her breathing, trying to steady her racing heart. She needed to think. Needed to find a way out of this. But with her bending dulled and her body still sluggish from the ****, she was at a serious disadvantage.

Azula stepped closer, her boots clicking against the floor. Toph could feel the heat radiating off her, could sense the predatory gleam in her eyes even without seeing it. The firebender leaned over her, her breath warm against Toph’s face as she whispered, “You’re going to look so beautiful, Toph. Perfect, even. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be mine in every way that matters.”

Toph’s stomach churned at the words, but she **** herself to stay calm. “You’re sick, Azula,” she spat, her voice low and venomous. “This isn’t going to work. You can’t break me.”

Azula chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and chilling. “Oh, Toph. You’re so adorable when you’re defiant. But we both know how this ends. You’re going to surrender to me. Willingly. And when you do, it’s going to be glorious.”

Before Toph could respond, Azula stepped back, snapping her fingers. The sound of more footsteps filled the room, and Toph tensed as she felt someone—or something—approaching. She struggled against the restraints, but they held firm, her efforts only serving to make the metal dig deeper into her skin.

“Prepare her,” Azula commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. “I want her perfect.”

Hands grabbed at her, rough and unyielding, as she was lifted off the table. Toph thrashed, her muscles straining against the **** and the restraints, but it was no use. She was helpless. Her bare feet hit the cold floor, and she was dragged across the room, her senses overwhelmed by the strange scents and sounds around her.

She was **** onto another surface—this one softer, but no less confining. Straps were tightened around her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place. She could feel something being draped over her body, the material smooth and cool against her skin. It clung to her, molding to her form in a way that made her stomach turn.

“What the hell is this?” Toph demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

“Latex, my dear,” Azula replied, her tone almost gleeful. “It’s going to make you look absolutely breathtaking. And it has the added benefit of... enhancing certain sensations. You’ll see.”

Toph’s breath hitched as the material was pulled tighter, her body encased in the sleek, suffocating fabric. She could feel it pressing against her, every movement restricted, every inch of her skin covered. The sensation was overwhelming, her mind struggling to process the sheer invasiveness of it all.

“Relax, Toph,” Azula murmured, her voice soft and almost soothing. “This is just the beginning. By the time I’m done, you’ll beg for more.”

Toph’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Fear. Anger. A flicker of something else she couldn’t quite name. She clenched her fists, the latex pulling tighter with every movement. “I’ll never—”

Azula’s hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her words. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Toph,” she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. “You’ll find that even the strongest wills can be bent. Given the right... motivation.”

Toph’s eyes widened as Azula’s hand trailed down her body, the latex amplifying every touch. She tried to pull away, but the restraints held her in place. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations.

“You’re going to learn to love this, Toph,” Azula whispered, her lips brushing against her ear. “Every touch, every sensation... I’ll make it into an art. And you’ll thank me for it.”

Toph’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic jumble as she tried to focus. She couldn’t let Azula win. She couldn’t. But with her body trapped and her bending dulled, she was running out of options. She needed to think. Needed to find a way out.

But as Azula’s hands continued to explore her body, the latex amplifying every touch, Toph felt her resolve waver. The sensations were overwhelming, her body betraying her as a moan escaped her lips.

Azula chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Toph’s spine. “There we go. You see? You’re already starting to enjoy it. And this is just the beginning, my dear. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be mine in every way that matters.”

Toph’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions as she struggled to hold onto her defiance. But with Azula’s hands exploring her body, the latex amplifying every touch, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.