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Maid to Serve	By : GrayNeko Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is a parody. I do not own Avatar: The Legend of Korra or any of the characters that belong to the series. No money was made from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Help Wanted
- 2-Probationary Period
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- 2
The next day was possibly the most awkward day Korra and Bolin had ever had. If either had been able to look the other in the eye, they might have noticed something was off, but every time their gaze even shifted towards the other, they seemed to freeze until they could find something to distract them.
Fortunately, Huo, Asami’s major domo, was more than happy to put them through their paces, instructing them in the daily routines that would be expected of them and what they would need to do for special occasions. He ran the house strictly, almost militaristically so, but understood that Korra and Bolin were new to this and didn’t come down on them harshly for any mistakes made.
By the end of the first day, Korra and Bolin were more exhausted than either thought they would be from housework. They lay in their respective beds, slowly realizing that they hadn’t said more than a few pleasantries to each other all day. The urge to go rectify that was strong but the knowledge that more hard work awaited them tomorrow and a certain raven-haired executive might try to swing by to see them, kept them rooted to their beds.
The second day of their employment in the Sato household brought with it a sense of normalcy. Neither had received any visitors in the night, and the hope that those visits would be few and far between began to grow in Korra and Bolin’s chests. They even managed to chat amicably during their lunch break, talking about the duties that each were being given specifically.
After setting up, serving, and clearing the dinner table, Korra and Bolin were surprised to receive a summons from Asami. They found themselves standing once again in Asami’s office. Asami sat at her desk, a glass of wine in one hand as she held papers in the other. She looked up at the two of them in their standard servant uniforms, Korra in a far more practical maid outfit that consisted of a skirt and button up top with a white apron, while Bolin wore standard butler attire of a black vest, white long sleeves and a black slacks. Both of their outfits fit them well, if a bit snugly, as if they had been designed to showcase each’s athletic builds.
“Korra, Bolin, how are you two holding up?” Asami asked casually.
“Very well, Miss Sato,” Korra said quickly as Bolin nodded his agreement.
“Yes, Huo’s a very thorough instructor,” Bolin added.
“I’m very happy to hear that. Now I called for you both because there are a couple more details to discuss. Firstly, these,” Asami held the papers out to each of them, “are your employment contracts. Give them a look, please.”
Korra and Bolin took their respective stacks of papers and shared a quick look of furrowed brows. These contracts felt rather dense and the legal writing seemed almost cramped.
“These include standard non-disclosure agreements and cover your retirement packages based on length of employment, with a hefty signing bonus if signed right away,” Asami explained as Korra and Bolin paged through them.
“How hefty?” Korra asked.
“Let’s just say that if you manage to stay on for five years, you won’t have to work for the rest of your life,” Asami smiled warmly. “Though by that time I hope to have earned your loyalty to keep you on longer.”
Korra and Bolin shared a nervous look, both hesitating as if there was something they needed to say, but then Asami cleared her throat before taking a sip of wine and the moment passed. Bolin used a stamp to make his mark while Korra signed her name.
“Excellent,” Asami said as she grabbed up the documents and tucked them away in a drawer. “Now that you are fully and officially employed by me, Korra, be a dear and go bend over that table.”
Korra stiffened as Asami’s words echoed from their time together several nights ago, a blush creeping across her face. She glanced at Bolin and found him blushing as well as he stared straight ahead.
“Now, Korra.” Asami’s voice was firm and commanding and the look she gave Korra held a hint of darkness.
Korra’s blush deepened as she turned and walked over to the table, which had been cleared of the various plans and documents. She spared one last glance towards Asami, who’s stare was bordering on becoming a glare, and swallowed before leaning over the table until she could rest her hands on it.
“Lower and stick your ass out more,” Asami said.
Korra’s hand balled into fists but she lowered herself onto her elbows and arched her back to make her ass more prominent.
“Better. Wouldn’t you agree, Bolin?” Asami said.
Korra nearly bolted upright, only the thought of being back on the street kept her still.
“Uhm, I suppose,” Bolin muttered awkwardly. “Miss Sato, what is going on?”
“Bolin, I want to you to go over there and fuck Korra,” Asami said in the same tone as if she were ordering him to fold laundry.
“WHAT?!” Korra and Bolin both yelled in mixtures of shock, outrage, and disbelief, Korra even straightening up to face Asami.
‘CRACK!’ Asami’s hand struck her desk with such thunderous force that the two benders were momentarily stunned by it. Gone was Asami’s cool demeanor as she frowned and stared daggers at them.
“Let me be clear,” Asami said softly, though her voice held an edge to it. “By entering my employ, you both have agreed to fulfill certain duties, both verbally and with those contracts you just signed. Failure on either of your parts to do so will result in both of your immediate terminations.”
Asami took a drink to let her words hang in the air before smiling coldly at the two of them, “So, Korra, you have two choices, hike up your skirt and bend over the table or tell Bolin what happened two nights ago and get the fuck out of my house.”
Bolin’s brow furrowed in confusion and when he looked to Korra, he saw she had gone pale as she stared in horror at Asami. His confusion turned to shock as Korra slowly turned back around and inched up her skirt before bending over the table again, presenting her pert, shapely ass to him and Asami.
“Wha-?” Bolin started to ask before Asami cut him off.
“Bolin, I want you to rip her panties off, tear open her blouse and fucking rape her!”
Bolin’s head spun with too many thoughts and feelings. Disbelief at the predicament he found himself in. Confusion about what could have possibly happened to make Korra submit to Asami like that. Arousal at the idea he was basically being given Korra, the woman he had harbored feelings for since the day he’d met her. Guilt so layered and knotted that he had no idea where to even begin trying to understand it. It all became too much and Bolin found his body moving on its own, driven by more primal desires.
Korra had been waiting with held breath, terrified by either option presented to them. When Bolin’s hands gripped her ass, Korra’s eyes widened as everything she thought she knew about him shattered. Tears fell silently down her face as he gripped her panties and yanked them down, revealing her twitching folds. She was about to bury her face in her arms when his hands slid under her stomach and took hold of her blouse. He tore the top off with ease, manhandling Korra until it was shucked off her.
A sob escaped Korra as she lay there in just her shoes and bra but she did her best to keep back further cries as she heard the ‘click-clack’ of heels approaching. Asami appeared in her field of vision, smiling as she examined the scene. She sat on a stool on the opposite side of the table.
“Go on, Bolin. Take her,” Asami purred.
Korra still harbored some small hope that Bolin would come to his senses and they could salvage what was left of their friendship, but that died as Bolin’s cock parted her petals and plunged roughly inside her.
“Aaahh!” Korra let out a choking cry. She was in no way wet enough to be penetrated and Bolin’s cock dragged roughly at her walls, making her shudder and whimper.
“If you stopped resisting and were just honest with yourself, this would be far more enjoyable,” Asami said as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table.
Korra glared weakly at Asami as Bolin slowly began to establish a rhythm.
“In fact, speaking of honesty, why don’t you tell me about some of your other lovers,” Asami said, smirking before she took a sip from her glass.
If Korra had been a firebender, the anger coursing through her would have been enough to set the room on fire.
“What other lovers?!” Korra rasped out hatefully. “I’ve only ever been with Mako!”
Hearing his brother’s name made Bolin flinch and slowly come back to himself. He stared down at Korra’s ass in his hands, his hips still thrusting mechanically. His pace started to slow but Asami looked up from watching Korra and the flash in her emerald eyes silently promised pain if he slowed in anyway.
“Really? Does Bolin really count for so little?” Asami asked mockingly.
Korra stiffened, conflict momentarily silencing her. “Being told to assault me doesn’t make him my lover,” Korra finally answered.
“Hmm, fair, I suppose. Alright, rephrase, tell me about the people who’ve fucked you,” Asami said with a smoldering smile.
“Mako and…Bolin,” Korra grunted. “There, happy?”
“Really? Are you sure that’s it?” Asami asked before downing the rest of her wine and hurling the glass against the far wall. Bolin and Korra flinched as it shattered and in the span of that flinch, Asami hand lunged forward to grasp a tight bunch of Korra’s hair. “I don’t think you’re being truthful. Bolin, spank her until she decides to tell the truth.”
Bolin blinked, his addled mind struggling to process everything.
“Korra, just answer the question,” he said as he continued to pump his cock into her rotely.
“Bolin, I am getting tired of having to repeat myself. Spank her now!” Asami said sternly.
Bolin looked from Asami to Korra, who moaned and shuddered beneath him, but refused to look up from the table. His hand slowly rose into the air and came down with a sharp slap.
“AAH!” Korra cried as his calloused palm struck harshly, leaving an imprint she could feel. “I swear, just the two of them!” she breathed.
“Lying~,” Asami said in a sing-song tone. “Hit her again, Bolin.”
“How do you know?” Bolin asked incredulously. He and Korra had been teammates for a while and survived on the streets together nearly as long. There was little they didn’t know about each other at this point. “Korra, what is she talking about?”
“I swear, just two!” Korra gasped desperately.
“Hit her harder!” Asami commanded, twisting Korra’s head with her grip on the waterbender’s hair.
Bolin reluctantly did so, his confusion and frustration making the blow especially hard.
“Hrraaannn…” Korra sobbed at the welting pain stinging her ass. “As-s-s-sami, okay!” she howled before blubbering out more, “Asami came into my room two nights ago and fucked me!”
Bolin froze, stunned by the outburst. Asami, on the other hand, slowly eased her grip on Korra’s hair until she was stroking Korra like she was a beloved pet.
“There we go, isn’t it so much nicer to have the truth out in the open?” Asami cooed as she continued to brush Korra’s hair.
Korra wept, heedless of Asami’s caresses, “You promised he wouldn’t find out!”
Asami pulled her hand back in faux-shock, “What? I never said anything of the sort. If you’ll recall, I promised I would never tell him, and I kept my word, Korra. I am curious though, for someone you’re not in a relationship with, why was it so important that he never know?”
Korra worked up the nerve to meet Asami’s eyes as she spat, “I wanted to protect him! From you!”
“What?!”
Both women’s attention was drawn to Bolin as he stared from one to the other, his shock the most readily apparent emotion on his face.
“Protect me from what, Korra?!” Bolin asked as heat entered his voice. “Her?!” he asked with a sharp gesture towards Asami. He pulled back enough to force Korra onto her back, before suddenly slamming his cock into her, making Korra’s whole body reflexively tighten around him.
“I had her choking on my cock two nights ago, to keep her from touching you! You have been all I ever needed, Korra! But you could never see that!” Bolin’s voice grew louder and louder until he was shouting as he began to truly fuck Korra with ball-slapping intensity.
“All you had to do was come to me and we could have left!” Bolin growled as he pounded Korra roughly. Korra opened her mouth to say something but Bolin seized her by the throat with his powerful hand, cutting off any rebuttal she might have made before he pulled her up into a collision of a kiss.
Korra stiffened as their lips met. Her emotions were a muddled mess. She thought telling the truth might finally clear the air between them, not spur Bolin to rage at her. Beneath that was the lamentation that this was their first kiss. Admitting her desire to protect Bolin had forced Korra to face the fact that her feelings for him ran deeper and stronger than mere physical attraction and friendship. And finally, there was Korra’s own anger.
“Mrr,” she growled as she pushed back, forcing space between them. “How could I have come to you, Bolin?!” she hoarsely panted, making him pull back a little further. “Losing Mako was the most devastating thing to ever happen to me! Ever since that day, you’ve made me feel like I couldn’t even look at another man without betraying his memory! Do you have any idea how guilty I felt when I was with Asami? All because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you would think!”
Bolin’s thrusts slowed as he stared down at Korra, his face drawn down as he looked truly wounded. It lasted only a moment before he was baring his teeth and returned to viciously fucking her.
“Guilty? Devastated?! Mako was my brother!” Bolin roared. “He practically raised me! You were just a…just a floozy that dated him for barely a year! And after I took you out on a date! You can’t fathom what it’s been like to lose him!”
Korra stared in disbelief, she had never known Bolin had this kind of anger in him. He was always so good-natured and considerate, trying to make the best of bad situations. And then his cock slammed into her depths and Korra threw her head back as a low, long moan escaped her.
Bolin leaned closer, grabbing one of her breasts roughly as he hammered Korra with slow, powerful thrusts. At first Korra, thought Bolin was groaning wordlessly as he fucked her, but as his paced slowly increased again, she realized he was mumbling softly.
“He knew I loved you! He knew it and he went after you anyway! I hated him so much for that, but he was my big brother and I owed him everything!” Bolin ranted, unable to admit these things louder than a whisper as tears ran down his face.
Korra felt wetness in her eyes and couldn’t tell which of her myriad of emotions fueled her tears. She was still furious with Bolin, but it was tempered by an undercurrent of sadness at their predicament.
That sadness also made her acknowledge the truth of one of his accusations, she had done Bolin dirty when they had first met. She couldn’t fully explain why she had been drawn to Mako after Bolin had come to her with his heart on his sleeve. Maybe she’d just been caught up in the rush of running away from home to experience life in the big city and wanted an exciting fling without worrying about the consequences.
“Bo…Bolin…” Korra whispered, barely able to do more than that with his hand around her neck. “Do…you still love me?”
Bolin paused mid-thrust as he looked at Korra, shaken from the daze of anger and guilt by her question.
“Of course,” he choked out. “Korra, I’ll always love you. You could break my heart a thousand times and I still couldn’t resist you. You just push all my buttons in the best and worst ways. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
Korra sniffled as she fought back a sob while she clung to Bolin. Before she could find the right words, a moan distracted the both of them. Korra and Bolin turned and were greeted to the sight of Asami masturbating wildly.
“Oh fuck, you two!” she moaned as she thrust several fingers into her soaked pussy while pinching one of her nipples. “I thought the hate fuck was hot, but this sentimental bullshit has got me absolutely drenched! Keep going!”
Korra and Bolin looked back to each other and suddenly the absurdity of it all came crashing down on them. Neither knew who started laughing first but they were both suddenly giggling as Bolin rested his forehead against Korra’s.
“Hehehe, let’s, hehe, salvage this, if, haha, we can, Bolin,” Korra laughed before pulling him into a kiss. The tension fled from Bolin as their lips met and he began to rock his hips far more rhythmically. “Hmmmnnn,” Korra moaned into him before she began to kiss him more aggressively, occasionally nipping at his bottom lip.
“Spirits, Korra, how are we going to keep these jobs? I never want to take my hands off you,” Bolin moaned.
“Why do you think I hired you two?” Asami moaned as she thumbed her clit. “I could practically taste the sexual tension between you two the moment you stepped inside the house.”
Korra, at least, had questions about that statement, but Bolin found his anger spiking at learning how they’d been manipulated from the start.
“Maybe you think you can take the both of us?” Bolin asked.
Asami raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t stop masturbating. In fact, she seemed to focus on it more and Bolin took her silence as submissiveness before returning his attention to Korra.
“Fucking give it to me, Bolin,” Korra panted as he began to pump in short, fast bursts.
“I’m gonna give it ALL to you,” Bolin agreed before he kissed Korra deeply. Their moans rang out in unison as Bolin’s cock twitched and began filling Korra with heat.
“Uuuhhnnn,” Korra breathed as she threw her head back, her pussy milking Bolin’s cock for every last drop as she quaked with her own orgasm.
Bolin held himself in Korra as he finally stopped cumming, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible. Hands suddenly gripped his shoulders and ripped him away from Korra, sending him stumbling back into a chair that he nearly sent toppling over. Korra shot up at Bolin’s sudden disappearance and she was greeted to the sight of Asami smiling cooly at her before the woman grabbed Korra by her hair and upper arm, dragging her to her feet. Korra was standing only for a moment before Asami drove her knee into the back of Korra’s knee, causing Korra to fall to the floor in front of the newly seated Bolin.
“I think I can take you both very easily,” Asami said as she stepped behind Korra while maintaining her grip on the waterbender’s hair. She forced Korra’s head forward and her other hand took hold of Korra’s jaw, squeezing to force Korra’s mouth open.
“Guh,” the stunned Bolin gasped as Korra’s mouth enveloped his cock. He twinged and shuddered as Asami forced Korra down to the base of his overly sensitive length but didn’t dare budge after Asami fixed him with a flinty glare. Asami held Korra in place, face pressed against Bolin’s crotch, until Korra’s body began to spasm and seize. Korra gasped, spittle trickling down her chin as she was freed from choking on Bolin’s cock.
“I’ve…I’ve never done that…before,” Korra sputtered and choked.
“Never?” Asami and Bolin asked at the same time, Asami out of genuine curiosity while Bolin looked at Korra incredulously.
Korra shook her head, blushing, “Mako may have hinted at wanting me to do it, but I was never ready and he never forced me to.”
Asami began stroking Korra’s hair comfortingly, “Aww, you poor thing, you don’t know what you’ve been missing! You haven’t really cum until you’ve cum while getting facefucked.”
Asami leaned down as she continued to gather Korra’s hair behind her and whispered, “Why don’t we fix that right now.”
Asami pushed Korra forward again, sliding Bolin’s cock back into her mouth. Bolin’s grip on the chair made the wood creak as Korra was once more pushed to take his cock all the way to the base. Rather than hold Korra there, Asami began pumping Korra’s head back and forth, slowly at first, to let Korra grow accustomed to Bolin’s impressive girth.
“Hrm, hrk, glk, rhk,” Korra choked and gurgled as Asami puppetted her head back and forth. Asami’s other hand dipped lower to fondle Korra’s chest, massaging Korra’s heavy breasts and tweaking her dark mocha nipples.
“Oh, fuck,” Bolin moaned as the oversensitivity faded and his erection truly surged to life. Korra’s eyes widened as his cock suddenly expanded and she could feel her throat distend.
“Now we’re talking,” Asami purred and began driving Korra’s head back and forth faster. “Spirits, he’s magnificent, isn’t he?”
Korra could only gag louder as the force and speed of her violation was intensified.
“GRK-RHN-HRT-JLK-PFT-HGK!”
“Keep making that sweet music,” Asami moaned as she shifted to kneel beside Korra so she could trail her hand down Korra’s body further. Asami and Korra shared a shiver of anticipation as Asami’s fingers danced across Korra’s flushed and dripping folds.
“YNSH, YNSH!” Korra gurgled as Asami began to finger her, dipping her middle and ring fingers into her cum-dripping pussy while her thumb drew circles around Korra’s clit.
“You hear that, Bolin?” Asami asked as she peppered Korra’s neck and shoulder with kisses while shooting Bolin sultry glances. “I think she wants you to help finish her off.”
Bolin’s hands slowly pried themselves free from the armrests and came forward to grip Korra’s head. Asami slipped her hand free and brought it down to join her other hand in stirring Korra’s pussy up.
Bolin shifted Korra’s head slightly to get her to look up at him, her ocean sapphire eyes locking with his jade orbs. His grip tightened and then he pushed Korra’s head down until her lips came to rest at the base of his cock. He held her there until her throat clenched around his shaft and a sputtering breath escaped Korra.
“Hmm, if I had known you had such a knack for this, we could have survived on the streets no problem, you whore. I always wanted one of those fancy hats.” Bolin wasn’t sure where that comment came from, perhaps some part of him was still bitter about that first date, but he couldn’t deny that deep down it felt good to say.
He let her start to back off but the moment his cock exited her throat, he halted her ascent and crammed his cock back down her narrow passage. It was just enough to let Korra steal a shred of fresh air, if she was fast enough.
As Korra grew dizzy from Bolin’s tormenting facefuck, Asami had crammed three fingers into Korra’s pussy while her other hands pinched and teased Korra’s clit until it throbbed. Korra’s hands found their way to Bolin’s knees as she struggled not to be completely swept away by pleasure and reduced to a mindless fuckdoll.
“She’s close, I can feel it,” Asami murmured. “Go all out, Bolin!”
Bolin grunted his acknowledgment and began pumping Korra’s head faster than ever.
“MMMHHHNNNN!” Korra squealed as Asami began to finger her even faster and added small nips to the kisses she trailed along Korra’s shoulder.
The vibrations of Korra’s throttled cries finally pushed Bolin over the edge and the veins along his arms stood out as he pulled Korra all the way down onto his cock. She winced as his swelling cock stretched her throat to its limit and then her stomach was bombarded with cum.
“Ghhhhnnn,” Korra moaned as shot after shot of cum filled her up and then she nearly ripped her head free of Bolin’s iron grip as Asami finally made her cum as well. Korra shook and shuddered as her pussy tried to strangle Asami’s fingers. Only Asami’s presence beside her kept Korra upright as a fog began to descend over her oxygen-starved mind.
“Gwaahhh!” Korra breathed as Asami pulled her off Bolin’s cock and let Korra collapse into her arms. Korra continued to pant desperately while keeping down the cum that Bolin had shot nearly straight into her stomach.
“What did I say? One of a kind orgasm, right?” Asami said as she stroked Korra’s hair again. Korra could only nod weakly as she still trembled occasionally.
“And that’s just the beginning of what I have in store for you two,” Asami went on, making Bolin and Korra blink in surprise. “But for now, you two will need your rest. I think we can let you share quarters now, as long as you promise not to wear each other out too much.”

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That was how Korra and Bolin found themselves in bed together after rinsing off. Both were naked beneath the sheets but neither made an attempt to touch the other as they stared at the ceiling, trying to process the evening’s events.
“Korra,” Bolin said without turning his head. Korra slowly turned to look at him. “I’m sorry for…nearly everything.”
“Nearly?” Korra asked, both amused and concerned by his choice of words.
Bolin rolled onto his side to face her. “I got caught up in the moment and said and did some things I shouldn’t have. I…”
Bolin paused as he struggled to find the right words and Korra reached out to cup his cheek, “It’s ok, Bolin. Asami was to blame for pretty much all of it. She manipulated us. But now we know what she’s trying to do and we can do what we do best, which is watching each others’ backs. We’ll play her games, but it will always be us in it together, right?”
Bolin smiled and nodded before placing his hand over Korra’s and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You’re right and there’s no one else I’d rather have watching my back.”
Korra managed a small smile in return before pulling her hand back, “Good night, Bolin.”
“Good night, Korra.”
Elsewhere in Sato Mansion, Asami sat at her desk with one of her drawers open. A radio was contained within and Asami had a headphone set hooked up to it.
“Good night, Korra.” came the tinny response from Bolin before the pair's rhythmic breathing became the only thing the bug could pick up.
Asami set down the headphones and unplugged them before turning the radio off and closing the drawer. She rose from her seat and went over to the table that hosted the majority of the evening’s events. She ran her hand across the wood fondly and leaned close to inhale deeply, swearing she could detect the faint hint of Bolin’s musk and Korra’s sweat. She straightened up, savoring the scents for a moment longer as she continued to run her hands across the table. Finally satisfied, she began to make her way to her own rooms.
‘Oh Korra, you have no idea how much I’ve already manipulated the both of you,’ Asami thought as she strolled through the hallways. ‘Who would have imagined two perfect pawns would have strolled right through my doors? Bolin is the sweetest sexual stud and his repressed issues and overly trusting nature will make for an interesting project. And Korra, I’ve never seen someone so inexperienced with such untapped sexual prowess. Molding her into the perfect whore will be a worthwhile endeavor, though she’ll definitely prove the trickier of the two. I can’t wait until I have those two dancing to my tune, they’ll make such excellent companions and be very useful assets in expanding my company’s reach.’ Asami’s internal monologue finished as she finally reached her bed.
As she rested her head, the images of the night’s erotic events played over and over in her mind, and soon enough, her brilliant mind began to devise a bevy of delicious scenarios for her new playthings until she drifted off to sleep with a content smile on her face.

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