Wedgie

“You’re a simple slut, Toph. That’s all you are.” Azula’s voice dripped with venom as she tightened her grip on the waistband of Toph’s pants. The fabric dug into Toph’s skin, the pressure sharp and unrelenting. She tried to twist away, but Azula’s other hand pinned her shoulder down against the cold stone floor. “Stop squirming. You’re only making this harder for yourself.”

“Go to hell, Azula!” Toph snarled, her voice cracking despite her best efforts to sound defiant. She kicked out blindly, but Azula sidestepped with ease, her laugh sharp and mocking. The firebender’s hands were firm, her movements precise as she yanked Toph’s pants upward with a **** that made the earthbender gasp.

The pain was immediate, intense, and wrong. Toph’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she felt the fabric wedge itself painfully between her cheeks. Azula’s smirk was audible in her voice. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it. I can feel you trembling, Toph. Is this your first time? How pathetic.”

Toph clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to focus, to ignore the heat creeping into her cheeks—and lower. She hated this. Hated Azula’s smugness. Hated the way her body was betraying her. “You’re sick,” she spat, her voice trembling despite her best efforts.

“And you’re mine,” Azula purred, her voice low and dangerous. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Toph’s ear. “You’re going to learn your place, little earthbender. Whether you like it or not.”

How had it come to this? Just hours ago, Toph had been free, wandering the outskirts of a small Earth Kingdom village. She’d been on her own for weeks, avoiding the war, avoiding Azula and her relentless pursuit. She hadn’t wanted to fight anymore. Not after everything that had happened. Not after her friends had scattered, leaving her to face the world alone.

But Azula had found her. Of course she had. The firebender was like a predator, always stalking, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Toph had been careless. She’d let her guard down, and Azula had pounced.

The fight had been short, brutal, and entirely one-sided. Toph had tried to earthbend, but Azula had been ready. She’d used some kind of metal contraption to block Toph’s bending, rendering her powerless. And then she’d dragged her here—wherever here was. Toph couldn’t see, but she could feel the cold stone beneath her, the damp air clinging to her skin.

Azula’s fingers dug into the fabric of Toph’s pants again, and she pulled hard, the wedgie intensifying. Toph bit back a cry, her body arching involuntarily as the pain and pressure mixed with something else—something hot and shameful that she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“There it is,” Azula murmured, her voice tinged with cruel amusement. “I can feel it, Toph. Your body doesn’t lie. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re just a simple slut begging for attention.”

“I’m not—” Toph started, but her words were cut off by a gasp as Azula yanked again, the fabric cutting into her so deeply that it felt like it was splitting her in two. Her legs trembled, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as a wave of heat washed over her.

“Oh, you are,” Azula said, her voice a low purr. “Look at you. You can’t even form words. You’re dripping, Toph. Pathetic.”

Toph’s face burned, her chest tight as shame and pleasure twisted together in a way that made her stomach churn. She didn’t want this. She didn’t. But her body was betraying her, her hips arching slightly as Azula continued to torment her.

“That’s it,” Azula whispered, her voice soft and mocking. “Let it happen, Toph. You can’t fight it. You’re just a slut, after all. And sluts don’t get to choose.”

Her words were like a knife, cutting deep into Toph’s already fragile resolve. She closed her eyes, tears prickling at the corners as she tried to hold back, to keep herself from giving Azula the satisfaction of seeing her break.

But it was too much. The pressure, the pain, the heat—it was overwhelming. Her body tensed, her breath hitching as she felt herself teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t control. And then, with a sharp gasp, she fell.

Her hips bucked, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure—no, shame—racked her. She could feel it, the wetness between her legs, the way her pussy clenched as she came undone. Azula’s laugh echoed in her ears, sharp and triumphant.

“There it is,” Azula said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I knew you had it in you, Toph. Such a simple slut.”

Toph’s vision blurred, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process what had just happened. She felt empty, exposed, humiliated in a way she’d never experienced before. And Azula wasn’t done.

“This is just the beginning,” Azula murmured, her fingers trailing down Toph’s trembling body. “You’re going to learn so much, Toph. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

Toph’s jaw clenched, a tear slipping down her cheek as she whispered, “I hate you.”

Azula’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, Toph. Hate me all you want. But your body’s already mine. And soon, your mind will be too.”