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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 9
Zuko stepped into his room’s private shower when Katara and the sailor left. He still had bruises from where she fought him and his penis was sore. He took it in hand to ease his morning stiffness and after a few strokes his heart began to race – blood, it was covered in blood.
He started shaking and became short of breath but was unable to let go of it – it was warm and sticky. That was the sensation he’d felt inside of her, blood not the slickness of a woman’s love juices – blood. She was bleeding when he took her. Cock in hand he leaned forward and threw up.
It was warm and wet and felt so good to push into, to come into. Blood. His semen mixed with her blood and ran pink down her legs. And it had felt so good. So much better than jerking off ever did. Zuko sank to the floor staring at the bright red fluid coating his palm and penis.
He was a rapist. He’d raped her. He’d enjoyed it. His cock felt good inside her. Her pussy felt good around him. He’d never come so fast or felt so terrific doing so. He was a rapist. He was the one thing he’d swore to his mother he’d never be. He was a monster. He was a beast. He was a rapist.
“Prince Zuko,” The steward’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Prince Zuko, I have brought breakfast. Where would you like me to place it?”
“Just set it on the coffee table,” Zuko replied automatically. He looked down. The fluid in his hand was white. It was slowly being washed away by the shower spray, but it was white. So was the pool of vomit he was sitting in. It was white. Zuko began laughing hysterically. It was white. It was white. So were Katara’s wraps before you dirtied her. He lowered his head to the floor of the shower and bawled like a baby.

The room was empty when the guard returned Katara, but she called out to him anyway, “Prince Zuko, I have returned the prisoner.”
“He’s not here,” Katara said irritated and relieved. “Just take me down to the cells with Sokka and Aang.”
“My brother and the Avatar – the other prisonsers,” Katara huffed exasperated at the blank look on the guard’s face.
“I’m sorry, but yesterday Prince Zuko was very specific about you not being put in the brig,” The guard said.
“Yeah, well, he’s already had me. I doubt he cares what happens to me or where I go now,” Katara grumbled. She didn’t believe that line for one minute about she’d be raped by the crew. He only wanted to rape her, to take her virginity for himself. She sniffed and used her closed fist to wipe away her tears.
“But,” the guard protested.
“You see he’s not here don’t you? He just took what he wanted and ran off so he wouldn’t have to face me. My Gran-Gran told me all about guys like him. Cowards and thieves. They sneak under the covers at night, grab what they want, then leave before the sun rises so no one will ever know they were there, leaving you alone and confused and worried about being pregnant,” Katara said angrily.
“He has no further use for me. Take me to my brother! Now!” Katara screamed.
She’d heard the other women in the shower saying the gloomy needles girl was Zuko’s fiancée. A part of her had hoped that he would kiss her when he tied her to the tree and again in Ba Sing Se. She was foolish. She’d had a small crush on him for months even though he was the Prince of the Fire Nation. He’d said he’d thought about her, about being with her intimately and that he had been saving his first time for the woman he planned to marry.
She got her hopes up thinking maybe it was some sort of screwed up confession; that maybe the Northern Water Tribe wasn’t the only place where cowardly men relied on that method when words failed them. His fiancée was on the ship, but he’d raped her anyway. He taken her virginity and planned to marry another. Katara couldn’t fight her tears any longer, “Take me to my brother please. I don’t want to see him after what he did to me.”
She was crying. Katara was crying when I raped her. Zuko lifted his head. It wasn’t just his conscience bombarding his mind with memories. Katara really was crying and begging to be taken to the brig.
“I’ll be out in a second. Just say with her until then,” Zuko screamed. She had to stay with him otherwise what he had done to her would be in vain.

The guard looked at Katara sympathetically. There wasn’t a woman alive who hadn’t been played for a fool at one time or another. Her first man and former betrothed jilted her to marry their commanding officer’s daughter to advance in rank. The asshole was now Admiral of the Eastern Fleet. Her first husband now had a husband. Her second husband, whom she believed died at the North Pole, was on one of the outlying islands living happily with a water woman he’d kidnapped.
At least she got a stipend from her first man and a pension from her first and second husbands. This poor girl had just had her virginity stolen then learned her rapist fiancée was on board. Even she wasn’t that unlucky when it came to men.
She looked at Katara and sighed, “I am truly sorry, young one. Take my advice, harden your heart. Do not put your faith in any man. Accept that so long as there is an opening between your legs it will be used and you will be mistreated. Heartbreak and cruelty transcends all nations, but if you learn to separate your mind from your body, you will survive.”
Katara looked at the woman. The guard was smiling at her sadly. Katara noticed that there were gray strands in her hair and a few tiny crow’s feet around her eyes. She was still attractive, but Katara could tell she had been very pretty once. She would have thought the woman was lying, but she’d heard similar advice from the older women at Northern tribe being given to girls her age in regards to arranged marriages.
For the second time that morning, the guard was showing her kindness. Katara whispered a thank you and the woman nodded before giving her a final bit of advice, “Aim to become his mistress. A mistress has her own property and finances. Use what he gives you to make your own way. That way when he’s done with you, you will still have something to show for it and means to support yourself. His desire has ruined you; now use it to ruin him.”
Katara’s eyes widened, “But how? Why are you telling me this?’
The woman smiled again. This time it was vicious, “You are not the first young beautiful woman to fall prey to powerful man. The prince wants what is between your legs. I have served Princess Azula faithfully during her travels so I know there is also something between your ears. Use your head and he will lose his. Lady Mai is not taking care of his manly needs. Sate his desires and you will be able to destroy him. Your virginity is already lost; you gain nothing from denying him access to your body. Determine a price and make him pay dearly every time he wants it.”

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading.
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