Korra turns you into her [End]

You **** her again. And again. The marble floors of the harem grow slick with sweat and semen. Korra lies beneath you, her body yielding, but her spirit never does. Her sky-blue eyes pierce through you, never blinking, never breaking. She does not cry. She does not beg. She does not moan your name like the other **** girls you inherited from your father and made yours. Instead, she mocks.

"Is that all you have?" she sneers through clenched teeth, mocking you in front of your guards. "You are even more pathetic than your father. And your cock is so tiny! Even tinier than your father’s cock was!!"

You strike her, your hand trembling with fury, but it only makes her laugh. The sound slices through you like a blade of ice.

"Shut up!" you bark, stumbling out of the harem, red-faced and panting, your pride in tatters. Your footsteps echo through the empty corridors like the drumbeat of failure.

No matter how you try to break her, with pain, with sexual humiliation, with beatings and domination, she remains as solid as stone. Unbent. Unbowed. Unbroken. And each time you leave her chamber, it is you who feels violated.

As if her defiance infects the very air, rebellion rises in your kingdom. Reports pour in from the countryside. Villages in flames. Tax collectors hung from trees. Grain stores looted.

"What do those peasant bastards even want?" you snarl at your captains.

"They say your father bled them dry with taxes," one replies stiffly. "That he took their daughters for his harem. That you are no better."

You laugh bitterly. "Fucking peasants. Put down the rebellion and kill them all."

They ride out under your orders. You sit on your father's throne, sipping wine, dreaming of a night when Korra will finally beg for your mercy.

But the rebellion does not die. It grows.

A few days later, you return to the harem, **** to reassert yourself. Korra lies on the cushions, her body nude and beautiful in the flickering candlelight. You strike her. She stares back at you, lip bleeding, hatred blazing.

Then the scream comes.

You freeze.

Another scream follows. Then a crash. The sound of steel meeting steel. Then steel meeting flesh. Your guards are dying. The rebels are in the palace.

You scramble, naked and terrified, heart thundering in your chest. You dive behind the silk-draped bed just as the doors burst open.

"Mako! Bolin! You came to save me!" Korra’s voice rings out, filled with something you've never heard in her before. Joy.

Two men step into the room, weapons in hand. The older one, Mako, tall and grim, stares at the bruises on her skin. The younger, Bolin, snarls when he sees her nakedness.

"Korra, are you okay? Did he-"

She cuts him off. "He **** me. Again and again, Like his father did before him."

Your teeth chatter. Your lips tremble. You try to crawl away on all fours without them noticing you.

"He is a coward. A lech. A worthless human being. And he is hiding behind the bed."

"No, wait, please. Don’t kill me!" you cry, voice cracking. You are naked, pitiful, and terrified, as Bolin grabs you by the hair and hauls you into the open.

"Fucking bastard!" Mako’s fist crashes into your mouth. Your vision flashes white. A tooth flies loose and lands beside the brazier.

You fall, whimpering, blood leaking from your lips.

"We should kill him for what he did to Korra!" Bolin growls, raising his blade.

But Korra steps forward, a silk sheet draped around her naked body, her bruises visible beneath the folds. She does not weep. She does not tremble.

She smiles.

"Wait," she says coldly. "Killing him would be too easy. A piece of shit like him deserves a worse ending."

You look up at her, shaking. The rebels laugh behind her, but all you see is her face. Her smile. That look of satisfaction.

You open your mouth to beg.

Nothing comes out.

And in that moment, you realize the truth.

You are not a king anymore.

You are her prey.

Her prisoner.

Her ****.

The rebels do not kill you.

Mako and Bolin drag you through the palace like a hunted pig. Naked. Bloody. Whimpering. Your royal guards lie dead across the mosaic floors. The banners of your house burn in the courtyards. The people cheer outside, calling for justice. Calling for blood.

But Korra wants more than blood.

You are thrown into your own bedchamber. The same place where you once summoned your father's harem girls to kneel, made them suck your cock and fucked them. Now there are no veils. No perfume. No servants. Only chains.

Korra steps through the door.

She wears nothing but a leather outfit, a warrior's smirk on her face. Mako and Bolin wait outside. She wants to do this alone.

You shrink back on the cushions as she approaches. You try to speak, but no words come. Your mouth is dry. Your tongue heavy.

"You always talked big," she says, circling you like a predator. "But deep down, you're just a sniveling little boy who thought a crown made him a god."

You tremble as she picks up the manacles once meant for slaves who disobeyed. She binds your wrists and ankles with practiced ease. You do not resist. You dare not.

"Look at you now," she says softly. "All that power. All those nights. And still, I remember how you cried every time I laughed at you."

You whimper. She slaps you. Not in fury. In contempt.

"You **** me. You beat me. You humiliated me. And now, it's your turn."

She takes her time.

Every insult you gave her, she throws back at you. Every touch you ****, she mirrors with cold cruelty. Her eyes never leave yours. She makes you beg. She makes you cry. She makes you understand what it means to be powerless.

You become her toy. Her punishment. Her reminder to the world that men like you do not rule forever.

She squeezes your cock until you cry and beg her to stop. She steps on your balls while you whimper and beg for mercy. She whips your behind until you are left bleeding.

"You wanted to own me," she whispers into your ear as she tightens the collar around your neck. "But now you belong to me."

Days pass. Weeks. You do not leave the chamber. The rebels sit the people’s council. Mako becomes commander of the palace guard. Bolin oversees the trials of your allies. Korra becomes something greater than a harem ****. She becomes a legend. The woman who could not be broken.

And you?

You are kept on a leash. You sleep at the foot of her bed. You eat only what she gives you. You kneel when she enters. You cry when she commands it. Every day, Korra walks you around the palace on a leash like a dog, naked and whimpering, on all fours.

Once, you were a king.

Now, you are a broken thing.

And the worst part?

You know you deserve it.

Ending - Enslaved