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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 139
Zuko was trembling so badly he could barely walk but he found the strength to put one foot in front of the other and leave. There were enough witnesses that the local officials didn’t even ask him what happened. The sword was still clutched in the dead woman’s hand. After he didn’t come back for her Katara was chained and taken to the jail with the other prisoners. Aang tried to make conversation until one of the guards gagged him, but Sokka didn’t say anything to her.
She was treated like Sokka for the remaining days they were in port. She and Sokka were forced to split half a meal while Aang received a full ration. Aang was taken to the showers while she and Sokka just had cold water thrown over them. They were chained and placed in the stockades on the parade ground. This time Zuko was not around to prohibit people from throwing things at them. They were pelted with pebbles, twigs, rotten food, and feces. Sokka still did not speak to her.

After being detained for a week, on what was to be their last night in the city Katara was removed from her cell. She was taken down an unfamiliar hallway then ordered to shower then bathe. She was given a low cut calf-length dress to change into but no underwear before being chained, gagged and blindfolded. To ensure she couldn’t see a thin cloth bag was placed over her head. She felt herself being lifted and placed into what she guessed was a carriage. She heard the prison matron tell the driver to take her to a hotel.
Katara was half carried and half dragged upstairs then shoved into a room. Her limbs were placed in splints and she was tied spread-eagle to what felt like a bed. Warm hands pressed on her stomach then something cold was pressed inside her. When it was removed fingers were inserted in its place. She heard footsteps walking away from her and a door open then close before faraway voice declared her ready for bedding.
She heard the door open then close again and someone’s footsteps coming closer. Oil was poured between her legs and another warm hand began touching her. This one lacked the clinical detachment of the earlier one. It worked the oil over her clitoris and inside her center. The splints were removed but her limbs remained bound to the four corners of the bed.
She understood why when her nether region began to tingle. The oil was an aphrodisiac. She began to whimper and arched off the bed attempting to ease the sensation when someone sat between her legs and entered her. This person was silent. Zuko always made some sort of noise whether it was a moan, grunt or whimper. She felt a hot burst of semen then he pulled out of her.
She was untied then led to another room. She was undressed and her hands were chained overhead and her legs were chained to the floor. She felt the water before it rained down on her and smelled the soap before a pair of warm hands washed her. She was in a shower. She was dried then taken back to the bed and re-tied to it.
The sheets smelled fresh. It wasn’t long before the door opened and closed again. This time the bag covering her face was removed but she remained gagged and blindfolded. This person stroked the exposed parts of her face with one hand while the other rubbed oil on her genitals. She heard liquid being poured followed by the sound of a glass being set down then something that smelled like liquor was poured on her chest. It was licked off her nipples and slurped from the valley between her breasts.
Her body was on fire by the time her ankles were untied and her knees were lifted; the rope was moved higher to anchor her to knees to the headboard. This man undid her gag shortly after entering her. Any sounds he made were drowned out by hers. Before he ever touched her the blindfold was soaked with her tears. When he finished she was gagged again and taken for another shower.
She was dried, dressed, and the blindfold was changed. She was carried back down stairs and placed in what felt like a different carriage. The fabric beneath her legs was rougher. It stopped and she was removed from it.
A different female voice purred “Welcome to the finest pleasure hotel in the city. You have perfect timing Milord. The girl I notified you about has just arrived here. She is in that carriage over there.”
Katara felt a breeze and heard a male hum before the woman spoke again. There was amusement in her voice when she asked, “Would you like the standard room or the one with the mirrors?”
“Mirrors.”
“The mirrors, excellent choice my good sir.”
Katara once again felt herself being lifted and carried up a stairway. She felt the top of her dress being opened to expose her breasts and the rattling of several chains. Instead of being horizontal she was being chained in a standing position. This time oil was rubbed on her breast as well as between her legs. The person who did it continued to toy with her until she was clenching her thighs around their hand and riding their fingers as she sobbed.
She heard what sounded like a piece of furniture being dragged across the floor and she was pulled into a lap and impaled by a cock. She screamed but not entirely in pain. Her blindfold was removed. She saw she was being fucked by a masked man in front of a mirror. There were tears running down her face.
She turned her head to escape the image only to see herself riding the stranger from a different angle. She raised her head but there was also a mirror on the ceiling. That vantage point enabled her to see a bag of money on the table and a price list beside it.
The masked man started moving inside her harder and faster. After he was finished he lifted her legs so she could watch his semen drip out of her. She was blindfolded again and heard more money hitting the table. This time she was forced onto her knees while he kneeled behind her. Her blindfold was removed and she saw it was the same masked man fucking her. This time he pulled out and stood before gripping his penis and rapidly stroking.
Katara had never felt so humiliated as she did when he ejaculated all over her hair and back. Once his cock was no longer spurting he moved to the table and picked up a coin. His damp flaccid penis brushed along her side he used it to draw tiny designs in his semen before dropping it on the floor in front of her. It was a copper. He righted his clothing, retied her blindfold and left without saying a word.
She heard heavy footsteps and felt a breeze. Someone was opening the door. She curled into a ball attempting to cover herself when someone laughed, "First time me ever seen some'un make a mess lik'at and leave the face uncovered."
"And a pretty face it is. Shame not to come all over it."
"Not now, she's new. We'll get our turn later. Got to make sure she's in prime condition while we can still charge premiums for her"
In spite of the crude language the hands that grabbed her and pushed her into the shower were gentle. This person hummed while washing her as if she was nothing more than a cabinet or end table in need of polishing. Katara was dried and dressed then wrapped in what felt like a blanket before being blindfolded, gagged, and carried downstairs. She was placed in a carriage once again but it stopped abruptly.
She heard more voices, then the prison matron began laughing, “That much huh? He must have really liked you.”
The sound of money being counted was the last thing Katara heard before someone removed her gag and drugged her.
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