Piss Drinking

The cold metal table beneath Toph’s body bit into her skin as she stirred awake, her head heavy and her limbs sluggish. The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed above her, the sterile scent of chemicals filling her nostrils. She groaned, her dry throat protesting as she tried to swallow. Where am I? Her mind raced, but the fog of whatever they’d injected into her veins made it hard to think straight.

The sound of boots clicking against the floor snapped her to attention. That rhythm. That unmistakable, deliberate rhythm. Azula.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Azula’s voice purred, oozing with sweet venom. The firebender’s shadow loomed over Toph as she stepped closer, her presence suffocating. “I was beginning to think I’d dosed you too heavily. But you’re a tough little thing, aren’t you?”

Toph’s jaw clenched, her hands instinctively pulling against the restraints that bound her wrists and ankles to the table. The metal cuffs were unyielding, biting into her skin with every movement. “What the hell do you want from me, Azula?” she growled, her voice rough but laced with defiance.

Azula chuckled, a low, melodious sound that made Toph’s stomach twist. “Direct as always. I appreciate that, Toph. It saves us both time.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Toph’s ear as she whispered, “What I want from you… is submission.”

Toph’s heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let the fear show on her face. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll ever bow to you.”

Azula’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate line along Toph’s jaw, her touch like fire against her skin. “We’ll see about that.”

Before Toph could react, Azula’s hands moved to the straps holding her down. With a few deft movements, she unfastened them, releasing Toph’s limbs from the table. Toph bolted upright, her body screaming in protest as she swung her legs over the side of the table. But before she could make a move, Azula’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a strength that made her wince.

“Not so fast,” Azula said, her voice firm but strangely calm. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Toph yanked her arm free, her muscles tense and ready to fight. But as she stepped back, her foot caught on something—something soft and heavy—and she stumbled. The sudden movement jolted her senses, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she wasn’t in the preparation room anymore. The air here was damp, the ground beneath her feet uneven and rough. A dungeon. Of course.

Azula stepped closer, her boots crunching against the gravel floor. “You’re not as invincible as you think, Toph. You’re in my world now. And in this world, you play by my rules.”

Toph’s fists clenched at her sides, her body coiled like a spring ready to snap. “I’m not afraid of you,” she spat, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Azula’s lips curled into a smirk, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. “Good. Fear is predictable. But you… you’re so much more interesting than that.”

Without warning, Azula’s hand shot out, gripping Toph by the collar of her tunic and slamming her against the cold stone wall. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she gasped, her body pinned in place by Azula’s weight. The firebender leaned in close, her face inches from Toph’s as she whispered, “You’re going to learn to respect me, Toph. One way or another.”

Toph’s eyes narrowed, her teeth bared in a snarl. “Go to hell.”

Azula’s smirk widened, and she leaned back slightly, her hand still gripping Toph’s collar. “Oh, I’m not the one who’s going to hell, Toph. You are.”

Before Toph could respond, Azula’s free hand moved to her waist, and a sudden, sharp tug sent her pants sliding down her legs. Toph’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she realized what was about to happen. “Azula, don’t you dare—”

But Azula didn’t listen. With a cruel efficiency, she **** Toph to her knees, her grip unyielding as she positioned herself directly above her. “Open your mouth,” Azula commanded, her voice cold and authoritative.

Toph’s body stiffened, her jaw clenched tight as she shook her head. “No. I won’t—”

Azula’s hand shot out, gripping Toph’s chin and forcing her mouth open. “You don’t have a choice.”

Toph’s stomach churned as she felt Azula’s weight shift above her, the warmth of her body pressing down on her. The sound of liquid hitting the stone floor echoed in the small chamber, and Toph’s heart raced as she realized what was coming. But before she could react, the warm stream hit her face, the bitter taste flooding her mouth before she could close it.

She gagged, her body instinctively recoiling, but Azula’s grip on her chin held her in place. “Swallow it,” Azula ordered, her voice cutting through the chaos in Toph’s mind. “Every drop.”

Toph’s vision blurred, her body trembling as the humiliation washed over her. She wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything to make it stop. But the weight of Azula’s dominance was overwhelming, and she found herself swallowing against her will, the bitter taste burning her throat.

Azula’s laugh echoed in the chamber, a sound that was both cruel and triumphant. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it, Toph?”

Toph’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her mind reeling as she slumped against the wall. Her body felt heavy, her spirit battered and broken. But even as the darkness threatened to consume her, a single thought burned in her mind: This isn’t over.