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Good Old-Fashioned Revenge	By : IndigoHaze Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 24721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Good Old-Fashioned Revenge
- 2-A Meal Best Served Cold
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A/N: Thanks for all the kind reviews. With all the interest, I thought it would be a shame to leave you all waiting too long.
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Chapter Two: A Meal Best Served Cold
By: IndigoHaze
            The savior of the world was bent over a leather box, knees and hands against the cold platinum beneath her. The events that had brought her here were a blur – one moment she was getting a tip, the next she was locked in a cell waiting for Amon to come and take her away. This was something she didn’t expect, however. Once Asami took her bending, the guards hauled her away to this stark room and maneuvered her into this submissive position, oblivious to her struggles to break free.
            Here they held her, waiting for the next order. There had to be something she could do; accepting defeat just wasn’t part of her personality. As she contemplated escape, the door whirred and Korra lifted her head to see the heiress walking towards her, swaying her hips with exaggerated motions, but she barely noticed considering Asami’s outfit.
            The Avatar had no interest in girls. At times during her training, she admitted, there were weeks and months without any males to be seen, but she emerged from it without any “unhealthy” taste in the same sex (as the Lotus would call it). Still, Asami’s outfit was a bit much. Red leather hugged each and every one of her curves, absences of any cloth cutting spiral patterns throughout her legs and stomach, showing just enough skin to entrance the eye. She knew she had stared too long when Sato grinned at her. She tossed her head aside, face flushed as she tried to regain her composure.
            “Do you like my outfit, Avatar? My, my, how flattering,” She laughed.
            “Cut this out, Asami,” Korra said, trying to steady her voice. “I’m sorry,” She shook her head. “It was wrong of me to do what I did, just stop.” She was asking nicely, but she still refused to beg.
            “Sorry?” Asami asked, looking generally perplexed. A smirk caught the corner of her lip. “Not yet you aren’t. Wrists,” She commanded. The guard in front of Korra reached down to the leather straps on the box she was leaning over. She hadn’t noticed them before, but as soon as Asami spoke, she was very aware of them. She tried to struggle, but the other two men holding her were too strong. She was helpless as one of her wrists were strapped against the box. Panic flooded her senses as she continued to struggle. Her other wrist was fixed to the leather and terror started to seize her actions. Whatever her captor had in mind, it was something she needed to avoid. A few more kicks of her legs and the man behind her loosened his grip. She kept kicking and managed to break free long enough to kick him in the face, sending him sprawling back.
            “Honestly, where did we hire you?” Asami sighed, walking around the table. Although Korra couldn’t see it, she licked her lips, looking at the Avatar’s shapely rear. Her pants concealed a good deal of her curves, but she could see enough. “I believe the Avatar needs some disciplining,” She said. “Remove her pants,” She said to the guard who was finally standing again. He nodded, touching his cheek where Korra’s kick had connected. It would be a very nasty bruise later.
            Korra panicked, trying to flail her legs harder as she bit her tongue to keep from saying anything. Any words, she knew, would only further incense the woman she was coming to know too well. Now wary of her strength, the guard proceeded to untie the water tribe girl’s pants. She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, the unreality of it all mixing with her fear. For a moment, she heard herself grunt and saw herself try to kick back as her pants were pulled off of her hips and down her well-toned legs, exposing her to Asami and the other guards. The guard touched her panties when he was done, but the heiress told him to leave them. He fixed her thighs against the box with two more straps and Korra was helpless in a roomful of enemies.
            She felt like a whore. Slowly she was starting to retreat into herself. Begging wasn’t an option, but neither was escape. She felt a rumble within her, but the power she felt was great and awful, as if she would be made a vessel rather than the wielder. With the last of her strength, she shut the door on it. There was a distant roar and it settled into her.
            She bit her tongue to keep from talking as silence ticked the seconds away. After a minute she wanted to scream and after five she couldn’t keep her tongue still.
            “Enjoying the view?” She asked. Asami laughed, not a cruel sound for a change.
            “Yes, actually. I can see what Mako saw in you from this angle,” She said. Korra felt herself flush. Her bravado was fading and she put her tongue back between her teeth. “Silence again? It won’t last. However, I think we should get started anyway.” She made a shooing motion and the platinum door slid open, the sound of three pairs of boots fading down the hall. The door shut again. “I don’t have this planned out, to be quite honest. I actually intended to make you beg for this portion, but now that I actually see that rear end,” Korra felt a hand on her thigh. She shivered against her will and bit her tongue harder. “Enjoying the show already?” Asami asked. Her captive was silent and she smirked, sliding her hands up the impossibly soft skin all the way to her plump behind. The Avatar shivered again and the heiress laughed, squeezing roughly. “I’ll bet Mako didn’t take his time, did he? He didn’t explore the Avatar’s body? That’s a shame… I’d wager no one has seen all of the Avatar’s…” Her smile muted a bit. “Little emotions. We have all the time we need, however.”
            There was a pause and Korra tried to guess what was coming, something t o keep her mind busy. She wasn’t able to predict the teeth on her rear, however. The heiress bit down, nice and deep. The water tribe girl made a noise in her throat and Asami grinned. Her face was an inch away from the Avatar’s rear. She sniffed the air a little.
            “Oh my, you’re practically dripping,” She laughed the airy laugh again. Korra felt shame spread through her body, warming every bit of her. Then a sensation she would never have imagined came. There was the softest touch between her legs. Then she felt wetness pressed against her own and the warmth of- she made a face as she realized what was happening. Asami drove her tongue against the Avatar’s folds through the thin cloth. Korra moaned before she had the thought to silence her noises, biting down hard. The heiress grinned as she drew back. “Mission accomplished,” She said, moving to the side of Korra. “I never thought you would be so easy, Avatar.”
            The water tribe girl wanted to bend a hole in the mountain and disappear. The sound she had made echoed in her mind, quieting her desire the longer she thought about it. What a disgusting act as well. The thought of the heiress sliding her tongue- she shuddered. It wasn’t right and it certainly wasn’t natural.
            A sharp smack snapped her out of her thoughts, forcing her to arch her back. She blinked as she tried to comprehend the sensation. Then it came again, the sound reverberating through the room. The left of her rear stung and everything clicked in her head.
            “A little discipline,” Asami explained. The only lesson, however, seemed to be the degradation of being spanked like a child. The slaps came slowly at first as the heiress experimented with the strength of her strikes, but soon there was a rhythm. Right, left, left, left, right, right, pause. Pause. Pause. Left, left, right, pause. Left. Korra felt something rising into her and she tried to repel it as best she could, but it took her in time. The black desire stole into her heart, corrupting her completely. Yes, there it was. She liked it. The savior of the world was positively in love with this feeling, this helplessness. As soon as she knew it, she knew two things:
            One: She had to hide it no matter what happened.
            Two: Asami would never let her. Before the night was out, she would know and the Avatar’s perversions would be common knowledge between her enemies. She swallowed.
            Left, left, pause. Pause. Pause. She wanted to scream. The pauses were the worst of it. Not her now throbbing and swollen rear end, but the waiting for it to come. Then it did and she made a low noise in her throat. Asami laughed.
            “Is the Avatar angry?” Her fingers ran up Korra’s thigh. “Poor Korra, I-“ She stopped and the water tribe girl felt her heart sink. It was over. “You’re sopping wet,” She said, stunned. A few seconds of silence passed as she processed the information. Then the laughter came. “Oh, Avatar, you are too much!” She laughed harder. “Oh, goodness, you’re into the rough stuff? Who would have ever guessed?” She licked her lips. This was the most arousing situation she had been in, even counting the nights she spent with Mako while her father was “in the back,” as she once believed. However, the Avatar couldn’t know. That would break the routine. Maybe, however, in another time and place, this could have blossomed into a beautiful friendship. She shrugged and then remembered where she was. She pulled a knife from her boot and pressed the cold tip against the Avatar’s flesh.
            Korra straightened, fear renewed. Then she felt the last bit protecting her dignity removed. Her panties were cut and then ripped from her. The cool air hit her soaking folds and she shivered, cursing her body for its betrayal. Asami gasped.
            “Oh, Avatar Korra, I know they keep you at temples and shrines, but I know you could find a razor somewhere if you really tried.” Despite her well-shaved legs, her pubic hair was entirely unkempt. In truth, Asami loved the look of it. It was as if she was invading someone who didn’t ever expect sex, someone who was almost entirely innocent. The Avatar’s shame and disgust rose and then peaked when she felt that familiar warm, wet muscle slide over her.
            Her gasp came and she was powerless to stop it. Asami was reaching the end of her control as well. She spread the Avatar’s rear end with her hands and her folds with her thumbs as she made long licks from her captive’s sensitive bud to the top of her rear, repeating the process as Korra’s moans came freely, her disgust boundless. The black desire danced inside of her, claiming the disgust in its wretchedness, using it to propel her lust and pleasure even further.
            Asami’s tongue was unskilled at first, but her sharpness led her to concentrate on the areas that made the Avatar moan the loudest. She tongued Korra’s rear just a little longer before releasing it, concentrating on the nub, experimenting with pressure and different movements. Then she pulled back and Korra whimpered. Asami was almost too far into the moment to laugh, but she managed. Then she looked up at the orb on the ceiling, smirking at it as she wiped her mouth.
            “Is this what you want to see, Mako?” She asked. Korra froze. “Your girlfriend and your whore teammate?” She licked her lips and pressed a button on the wall, raising a table as tall as Korra’s behind the Avatar. She laid back upon it and eased herself underneath the Avatar. “Oh, this is being broadcast to anyone who’s anyone,” Asami said. Korra was repulsed and she felt like throwing up from the strength of it. However, her desire stole it instead and channeled it into her lust. Asami’s words were done. Her head slipped between Korra’s thighs as she lay on her back, fingers slipping into the leather pants of hers as she ate the Avatar with every bit of skill she had gained.
            Neither girl lasted long. Korra’s body was flooded with pleasure, each new wave making her moan and shiver. She was not prepared for this in any way. Then it came. Her desire stole one more thought – everyone’s watching. She came with a scream, her body rocking, convulsing against her bindings as if she was having a seizure. Asami buried her tongue in the Avatar as she finished, her body rocking into her skilled fingers, her moans completely guarded by the Avatar’s. They lay there for several minutes before Asami rose, hopping off the table with shaky legs. She moved around the panting Avatar and slipped her fingers into the spent mouth. Korra didn’t protest and she was sucking the juices off of the heiress’s fingers before she knew what was happening. It was half gone before she realized and spit the fingers out. Asami smirked and stroked Korra’s hair in a gesture that seemed terribly affectionate in contrast.
            “We’ll have a bit more fun in an hour, Avatar. I hope you’re ready.” She left the room, leaving Korra in the horribly submissive position, come and slobber staining her thighs as she recounted everything she had just been through without the veil of desire.
            In another room, Mako finally opened his eyes, the noises having stopped. Did she really think he would enjoy that torture? He was disgusted. How had he seen anything in that girl? In either girl? He turned over in his bed, trying to find some comfort in dreamless sleep.
            In the room next door, Bolin watched the screen with rapt attention. He slipped himself out of his pants and he stroked himself with abandon, spit lubing his fingers as they flew over his erection. He finished before Korra or Asami, shooting his seed in spurts over his pants. He struggled to breathe as he collapsed back in his bed, pulling his pants up, not bothering to clean them. It was wrong and awful, but that was the hottest thing he had ever watched. He was glad that he had his own room. So long as no one knew, it wasn’t really all that awful, was it? He hoped not.
            Someone would know, however. When she reviewed the tapes to see their reactions, Asami would see it and she would grin. Then the next stage of the Avatar’s torture (she used the word lightly now) would unravel itself. It was all just a matter of time.
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