Sleep

"I think it would be best if I laid low tonight." you say. "Especially if those thugs are such good friends with the guards."

Seth nods.

"Good thinking. Well, I'll be just out here if you need me. But if you're good, then I'll see you in the morning."

You smile gratefully and enter the small bedroom. Putting your bag of possessions on the floor near you, you lay down on the bed, and though it is full of hay and uncomfortable, you quickly find yourself falling asleep.

You awake in what is probably the middle of the night as there is a pounding at the door. Waking up on instinct, you hear the voices of fire nation guards just outside the door. You can hear Seth arguing with them, and then after a heated debate, you hear the door slam.

"Seth?" you call out.

There is a moment of silence.

"Everything's all right." he says.

The door closes. As it does so, you relax and fall back onto the matress. You hear soft footsteps approaching it, but it's only as the door opens that you realize there were more than one set of footsteps. In the dark, you can barely see, but a large figure rushes in and shoves you down in the bed. You open your mouth to shout, but a dirty hand goes over it. Your eyes go wide, trying to identify who this man is, and it's only as another figure lights the candles in the room that you realize it's the leader of the thugs. He smiles at you knowingly.

"Remember me, bitch?" he slaps you across the face. Your eyes tear against your fighting as the sting sets in. "Well, the guards took your friend out for a little walk. In the meantime, you have to make up for what you did to us earlier. Hey, grab her arms!"

Another thug enters the room and he quickly grabs your arms, pinning them over your head. The other one who had been lighting the candles comes over and spreads your legs apart, being sure to grab onto them firmly. You fight the best you can, but they're strength is too much.

"Now, we don't have any rope." the leader says. "So my men will have to make due. But now, it's time for you to pay for what you did earlier."

Pulling a knife from somewhere, he opens up the front of your pants. You let out an angry muffle as he brings the blade to the tip, and with one swift movement, your pants have been completely torn. Once he has removed them, he proceeds by lifting up your shirt and cutting open your bra. He slowly runs his knife over your firm breasts, and soon he has groped one of them.

“These are nice.” He says. “Just how I like them.”

He squeezes and you let out a painful cry. He squeezes harder, and you begin to tear again. Smiling, he puts the knife aside and begins rubbing your vagina through your panties. It seemed that he had plenty of practice, for pleasure almost instantly washes over you, and you let out an involuntary moan. He smiles and leans down, beginning to lick your panties. The pleasure you feel, (as well as the fact that you’re a virgin) is too much, and you orgasm almost instantly.

“Ah, that was quick.” He smiles.

Ripping your panties, he motions for his thug to move his hand from your mouth. As he does so, he squeezes on one of your breasts again and you scream. As you do so, he stuffs your soaked panties in your mouth. You can taste your own juices now, and before long he’s tied a strip of your torn pants over your mouth.

“How does it taste?” he asks. “It tasted great to me.”

You simply glare at him angrily, your face red from humiliation.

“I don’t think she likes it.” One of the thugs sneered.

“Well, we’ll make her like it.” The leader says. “Stand her up.”

The thugs obey, and as you’re stood up, the leader takes down his pants and underwear for the first time. Your eyes go wide as you see the size of his cock. He grins evily as he sees your face, and you can’t help but let out muffled protests.

“Don’t worry.” He said. “I’ll get you nice and wet for it.”

Standing behind you, he firmly grabs you in a bear hug. His thugs back off, and you feel as he begins to rub the tip of his cock over your vagina. Almost instantly, you feel the pleasure you’ve never experienced before, and your knees grow weak. He slowly begins to rub his cock under your vagina, going back and forth slowly, and once again, you orgasm. You almost collapse this time, and he holds you up.

“Feels good, don’t it?” he laughs.

Your mind is growing hazy, but you see that this could be your only chance to react as the thugs think you’re weak right now.