Time for a walk

Azula’s fingers lingered on Suki’s chest, tracing the curve of her breasts with a possessive touch. “You’re ready,” she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Suki’s spine. The Kyoshi warrior’s body trembled, her breath shallow as she tried to steady herself. The humiliation was unbearable, but worse was the heat pooling in her core, the traitorous ache that made her heart race.

With a flick of her wrist, Azula unlocked the chains binding Suki to the wall. The metal clattered to the floor, but Suki didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her body felt heavy, weighted by the shame of what she’d become. “Stand,” Azula commanded, her tone sharp, leaving no room for defiance.

Suki’s legs shook as she pushed herself to her feet. The tail swayed behind her, the metal plug shifting uncomfortably inside her. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. “Good girl,” Azula cooed, her hand slipping around Suki’s waist to guide her forward. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but Suki knew better. There was nothing kind about it.

The doors to the cell swung open with a crackle of blue fire, revealing the opulent halls of the palace. Suki’s heart sank as she was led out, her bare feet padding against the cold, polished floor. The guards lining the corridors didn’t react, their eyes fixed straight ahead as if she were nothing more than a piece of furniture. She kept her gaze low, unable to meet their stares, but she could feel their eyes on her—on her breasts, on the tail, on the ears perched atop her head. She was a spectacle, a living testament to Azula’s cruelty.

The empress walked with a confident stride, her golden robes trailing behind her. Her grip on Suki’s waist tightened as they approached a set of towering double doors. Beyond them, the faint murmur of voices could be heard. Suki’s stomach churned. “Where—where are you taking me?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Azula glanced down at her, a smirk playing on her lips. “To show you off, of course. Can’t keep such a treasure all to myself.” The words dripped with mockery, and Suki’s face burned. She wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything but walk through those doors, but her body betrayed her. Her legs carried her forward, obedient and weak.

The doors opened with a grand flourish, revealing a lavish hall filled with Fire Nation nobles. The room fell silent as Azula stepped inside, her presence commanding attention. Suki’s breath caught in her throat as dozens of eyes turned to her, their gazes filled with curiosity, amusement, and—worst of all—lust.

“My lords and ladies,” Azula announced, her voice ringing out across the hall. “Allow me to present my latest acquisition. A Kyoshi warrior, once a symbol of strength and independence, now…“ She paused, her hand trailing down Suki’s arm. “Now, she’s something far more useful.”

The crowd erupted into murmurs and laughter, their eyes raking over Suki’s exposed body. She felt naked, exposed in a way that went beyond the lack of clothing. Her pride, her dignity, her very identity—it was all stripped away, leaving only shame and fear.

Azula’s fingers slid down to Suki’s hips, guiding her to the center of the room. “Show them,” she whispered, her breath hot against Suki’s ear. “Show them what you’ve become.”

Suki’s legs buckled, but Azula’s grip kept her upright. “I… I can’t…” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“You can,” Azula replied, her tone firm. “And you will.” Her hand moved to Suki’s chest, her fingers brushing against her nipples. A sharp gasp escaped Suki’s lips as milk spilled from her breasts, running down her skin in thin streams. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their approval only deepening Suki’s humiliation.

“There she is,” Azula said, her voice laced with triumph. “My perfect little cow.”

Suki’s vision blurred with tears, but she couldn’t look away. The faces of the nobles, the hunger in their eyes—it was etched into her mind. Azula’s hands roamed over her body, touching her, teasing her, and Suki hated how her body responded. Her nipples hardened, her skin flushed, and despite the shame, a traitorous warmth spread through her.

“The tail suits you,” Azula purred, her fingers tracing the base of the plug. Suki whimpered, her body jerking as Azula applied pressure, pushing the plug deeper inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her gasping.

The crowd’s laughter echoed in her ears, their voices blending into a cacophony of cruelty. Suki’s knees hit the floor, her body trembling as Azula stood over her, a wicked smile on her lips. “Look at them,” she commanded, her voice sharp. “Look at the people who now own you.”

Suki’s eyes lifted, scanning the sea of faces. They were all watching her, their expressions filled with amusement and desire. She was nothing to them—a toy, a pet, a commodity. And worst of all, she knew Azula was right. She was hers now, body and soul.

“Please…” Suki whispered, her voice barely audible. “Make it stop…”

Azula crouched down, her golden eyes meeting Suki’s. “Oh, my dear,” she said, her voice soft, almost kind. “It’s only just beginning.”

Her hand moved to Suki’s chin, tilting her head up. “Now, let’s hear you moo.”

Suki’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she opened her mouth. The sound that came out was weak, pitiful, and the crowd erupted into laughter once more. Azula’s smile widened, her fingers tightening around Suki’s chin. “Louder,” she commanded.

Suki tried again, her voice shaking as she let out a soft moan. “Mooo…”

Azula’s laughter filled the hall, her golden eyes gleaming with triumph. “That’s my girl,” she purred, her hand sliding down Suki’s chest, her fingers circling her nipple. “Now, let’s see how much milk you can give.”

Suki’s body jerked as Azula’s fingers pinched her nipple, the milk flowing freely down her skin. The crowd cheered, their voices filling the hall as Azula stood, her hand resting on Suki’s head like a proud owner. “Enjoy the show,” she announced, her voice carrying across the room. “She’s mine, but she’s here for your entertainment.”

Suki’s vision blurred as she knelt there, her body on display for all to see. She was nothing now—a toy, a pet, a cow. And as Azula’s fingers traced her skin, she knew there was no escape. The empress’s voice echoed in her ears, a cruel reminder of her new reality.

“You’re mine, Suki. Every gasp, every moan, every drop of milk—it belongs to me.”

And as the crowd’s laughter filled the hall, Suki knew she was lost.