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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kuvira was fortunate that, prior to her three year stint of conquering half of the known world, she had proven herself to be quite the flexible dancer. It helped when, trussed up and held aloft several feet above the ground, vines wrapped themselves around her ankles and tugged her legs apart. She struggled of course, screaming out for the hordes of men and machines at her command - or would have had not a thick, slimy vine plugged her mouth and drilled down into her throat. A harshly choked voice escaped her lips instead, Kuvira spluttering as her chest grew tight and empty of air.
The vines plucked her up as she stood on one of the roots of the Great Tree, ordering forth her legions to sweep across the Swamp and claim everything in sight. They dragged her away into what appeared to be a grove, secreted away where her men could not find her. Her uniform strategically torn away, Kuvira screamed as the vines lashed her breasts and ass, whipping across her skin with a relentlessly cruel rhythm. And what made it all the more humiliating was the presence of a little old hag lying back against the trunk of a tree with her collection of metal plates floating in the air above her hand. Kuvira tried to slice herself free, only to have the plates stolen from her control by a greater force.
"Silly girl," the woman sneered. "Don't you know who I am?"
In the moment Kuvira didn't care. "Get these disgusting things off me!"
"No can do. You went and pissed off the Swamp with your little operation."
And before she could answer, Kuvira's eyes bulged as a vine shoved itself past her lips.
A tight grunt sounded in her throat as her limbs were pulled open into a full split, muscles stretched taut. The strain burned through Kuvira's thighs, a multitude of vines slinking along her pale skin towards the exposed apex of her legs. She gave a muffled cry, wringing the hands tied behind her back as she felt their cold, perverse touch.
"No use complaining, sweetheart," the old hag called up to her. "You get what you give!"
What Kuvira got was a trio of vines driving themselves up into her cunt. Individually slim, together the girth of the vines was thicker than anything she had ever taken into herself before. They stretched her lips wide, thrusting with uneven pace and dragging themselves against her inner walls. The vines lashed to and fro, squabbling to reach furthest and plumb Kuvira's depths. Her eyes rolled as her throat bulged outwards, nausea gripping hold of her stomach as the vines fucked and fought inside her. Below, the woman now juggling her metal plates cackled.
"This is hot stuff. Haven't had the pleasure of a show like this in years!"
Spit drooled copiously down Kuvira's chin and neck as the vine raping her mouth finally unplugged her throat. The woman gasped loudly, chest heaving as she sucked in air. Her cunt quivered when the vines roughly dragged themselves out of her, Kuvira's legs trembling as a painful ache built steadily in her muscles. She shuddered bodily as the vines slithered over her, wrapping themselves around the contours of her chest and poking at the tips of her nipples. Her glare was hateful as she looked down at the woman.
"You sick, vile, witch."
Amusement filled her sightless eyes and she grinned. "You're damn right I am. Bring her over here, boys!"
The vines tossed Kuvira to the ground. She grunted as she fell hard, sliding through the mud. Barely any time was given for the woman to gather her wits, her face flecked with dirt as she pulled her hands from the muck with a loud squelch. The vines wrapped a constricting grip around her middle and yanked her up into the air. "Unhand me!" she yelled, kicking out wildly as they once more slipped down towards her thighs. Her hands were stripped away to be held above her head as the vines curled around her ankles. Kuvira clenched her jaw and tossed her face this way and that as she felt them leaving slimy trails over her throat.
Her efforts were rather futile. Thin tendrils squeezed between her lips and hooked themselves into the corners of Kuvira's mouth. Their strength belied their feeble appearance as they pulled in opposing directions. The woman's eyes widened as her mouth was forced open, sharp tension burning in her stretched lips. "Stop!" she cried out, or tried to. The shape of her mouth made her words sound ridiculous. "Let me go!"
The vines, of course, did the opposite; Kuvira yelped when she was suddenly flipped upside down. She came face to face with the old woman.
"You're disgusting," she spat fiercely.
The woman laughed. "What? Just 'cause I'm old I can't have a little fun?"
Kuvira tossed her face as a fat vine crept towards her mouth. "Get. These things. Off me!"
With surprising the strength, the old woman twisted her thin fingers into Kuvira's thick hair and held her head still. Kuvira strained her neck to no avail, then as the vine brushed against the edge of her taut lower lip, resolved to clench her teeth tightly together.
"Oh, so that's how you want to play," the old woman said, grinning. "Boys!"
In one fluid movement, the Great Uniter's legs were divided. Kuvira screamed as the vines suddenly yanked down on her ankles, this time splitting her legs open to point north and south. Mere moments after her teeth parted to issue her voice, Kuvira's throat bulged obscenely and the woman's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. The old hag let go of her and patted her on the cheek.
"Brace yourself, sweetheart, they like to play rough."
Kuvira would have shrieked if she could when a pair of vines drilled down into her. They whipped themselves into a frenzy, undulating their thick lengths deep inside Kuvira as she writhed madly. Bulbous heads thrust towards her very core, crashing against her walls as they plundered the tight vice of her cunt. A third vine then slithered over the dark, trimmed mound that crowned her sex and curled itself around the long, stiffened nub of the woman's clit. Heat rolled through her body as it jerked her off, shame, humiliation and unwanted pleasure conspiring to break Kuvira's infamously wilful mind. Vines lashed at her breasts; her ass blushed red under their renewed assault. The old woman melded the metal plates she had stolen from her into a long, smoothly rounded shape and with a lecherous grin pulled her green skirts up past her knees.
"These bones are too old for a good fucking," she said, licking her cracked lips as Kuvira's eyes rolled and she unconsciously groaned. "Lucky day for you though, sweetheart!"
Kuvira barely heard her as an orgasm forcibly tore through her, blooming from the very core of her body to spread to her extremities. And it was merely the first of many.
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