Avatar XXX: Bad Endings

Zuko … She wept for the prince, unable to keep the emotion away. Her sniffling was the only thing that seemed to be making noise inside the dungeons under the royal palace. That was where she, Mai, the Waterbender who had come with Zuko, and the members of the Kyoshi Whores (minus their leader) were being kept. It had been less than a week since Sozin’s Comet had come and gone. The Avatar was dead, so was Zuko, and a large rebellion in Ba-Sing-Se was in the process of being quashed by the Phoenix Queen. Fire Lord Azula ruled the Fire Nation’s homeland. It had been silent in the dungeons since then. All of the captive women were in mourning. Occasionally, several guards would arrive and take one of the Kyoshi Whores away. They never resisted, knowing it was completely pointless. They were gone for usually a full day before returning with full, bloated stomachs, bruises, and plenty worse. Mai, Ty Lee, and the waterbender with the massive tits were never touched.

That changed on the seventh day. The guards opened Ty Lee's cell, swinging the metal door open.

“Ty Lee,” The guard said sternly. The busty acrobat looked up at the mask. Bright red royal armour of the elite guards. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. She wiped the fresh tears from her face.

It’s my turn Ty Lee thought. She felt her grief welling up inside her. She killed it in her throat, swallowing down her anguish as a fresh round of tears sprang to her eyes Not again. I don’t want to be her toy again

The guards stood like statues, their masks hiding whatever emotions were on their faces as they stared down at the busty whore. The shackles around her ankles and wrists jingled as Ty Lee rose to her feet. Like all the other women in captivity, Ty Lee was being held completely nude. A massive collar of iron was around her throat, binding her limbs together. She said nothing as the guards gestured for her to follow them, flanking her front and back. She walked through the cells, taking a look at the other despondent women in the cells. The Kyoshi Whores that she had been bonding with - Re Hung, Gyo Be, Kyimi, Kye Kya, and Nake. All of them stared at her with dead eyes, no passion or life in them. She passed the cell Mai was in. The Gothicc woman looked up, catching a glance at who was leaving. A look of utter despair was on the pear-shaped slut’s face, dropping out of shame and hiding her eyes with her bangs.

Ty Lee was brought to the royal throne room. The chambers were illuminated in a dull blue light from Azula’s signature flames. It gave the entire room a cold tone, despite the heat from the throne and the lamps on the wall, warming the metal that the floor was made of. Sitting upon the throne was Fire Lord Azula, lying in repose in a rather sultry version of her mother’s robes, exposing her curvy hips, impressive bust, and highlighting her massive cock.

“Little Ty Lee,” Azula purred the name. “How have you been. Normally, my subjects bow before me when they come into my throne room. Of course, I haven’t decided what the rule is yet for my objects.”

The acrobat swallowed, feeling her heart pounding hard in her chest, threatening to crack a rib. For a moment, there was silence. Ty Lee wondered if Azula was waiting for her to reply. She said nothing, staring ahead at the throne with as neutral an expression as she could muster. Azula clicked her tongue against her teeth, sitting up properly.

“The silent treatment?” Azula questioned. “Fine, have it your way. I have ways of making you talk.”

Ty Lee winced, her fists clenching out of reflex, making the chains on her body rattle. Her foot lifted, instinctively trying to move away as her fight or flight kicked in. A look of pure panic on the acrobat’s face.

“Oh, please, try to run, the adrenaline of the chase will only make me harder!” Azula declared with a manic grin on her face, eyes wide and bright, seeming to shine as she rose slightly from her seated position.

The busty slut managed to stay her nerves, letting off a heavy sigh to vent her worry. “I … What do you want from me, Azula?”

“Fire Lord Azula,” Azula replied sharply, rage rumbling on the edges of her words.

“F-Fire Lord Azula,” she corrected herself, dropping her head, no longer able to stand looking at her.

“I want what I’ve always wanted from you, Ty Lee,” Azula replied. “And I intend to take it. But, I’ve realised it's not as fun if you’ll resist me forever. The chase is fun, but I want to make sure you understand exactly what happens if you continue to defy me fully.”

Azula snapped her fingers together. Ty Lee turned her head as she heard the drapes which separated the throne room from the rest of the palace being pulled open. A group of elite guards marched inside, guarding a group of prisoners, all in the same iron shackles as Ty Lee, and dressed in what looked to be rather sultry outfits. The acrobat shifted her head, a perplexed look on her face as she tried to see the faces of the prisoners. Her face changed to horror as she finally found a face in the group - and it was her own.

“Ty Lee?” Her sister, Ty Lat, said in surprise.

No Ty Lee’s heart sank as she was reunited with her six other identical sisters for the first time in years. Ty Lin, Ty Lat, Ty Lao, Ty Liu, Ty Lum, and Ty Woo. All of them had grown into the same body shape as Ty Lee. Narrow, athletic legs with a gap in her thigh, a small perky butt that was no bigger than a handful, with a thin, snatched waist, leading up to a pair of back breakers that were several magnitudes larger than their own heads. Each of their titanic tits bounced and jiggled with every step they took. Soft, squishy fun bags capped with burnt pink nipples that were roughly the size of their own palms.

“Welcome, my old friends,” Azula grinned. “I haven’t seen you since we all graduated from the Royal Fire Academy for Girls. And I know during that time I favoured your sister the most, but I have always admired all six of you. Your sister here has committed grievous acts of treason against the crown and royal cock. So, if you do not wish for your family to wish standing and power as we move into this brave new era, you will bear the burden of her atonement.”

“Stop this, Azula!” Ty Lee declared, tears once again pouring down her cheeks. “My sisters are innocent!”

“That’s Fire Lord Azula,” the Fire Lord declared. “Forget it again, and no amount of punishment shall be considered atonement for the entire Ty lineage!”

The acrobat fell silent, dropping her head. A look of pure anguish and despair was painted on her face.

“Ty Lee, what’s going on?” Ty Woo called to her identical sister. “Why are you naked?”

“A better question is what aren’t all of you?” Azula interjected. “Guards, punish the Tys.” She snapped her fingers again.

The six Ty sisters yelped and shrieked in a panic as the guards around them suddenly turned. Gloved and gauntlet’d hands jutting out, tearing off the silks and satins that had barely been covering their bodies. All of them were screaming and reeling, trying to get away from the guards as their bodies were manhandled. Ty Lee was frozen, paralysed by the noise of her sisters being forced to the ground.

“STOP! STOP! NO! STOP!” They screamed, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards began to undo their armour, revealing massive, rigid members. “STOP! NO! PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T! AHHHH!”

Each of the six Ty sisters was unable to do anything as the cocks of the elite guard penetrated them. All of them screaming and shrieking, gagging and choking.

“AHHHH! S-STOP!” Ty Lum screamed as she was forced to the floor, her meagre ass raised into the air as the guard thrust his girthy cock into her back door. “NOOOO! STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!”

Ty Lee was shaking, her heart beating so hard in her chest she thought it would crack her ribs. Her hands had developed a tremble, her vision not staying focused as the sound of her sister’s anguish and rape reached her ears.

“AAHHH! IT’S BURNING! OH FUCK!” Ty Lao exclaimed, her body folded back into a mating press as the guard slam-fucked her with his average-sized cock, sending boiling shots of pre-seed into her womb.

“STOP! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! YOU’LL GET ME PREGNANT! I DON’T WANT TO BE KNOCKED UP!”Ty Liu was crying, her words cracking as her voice broke. She was bent over at a right angle, her arms being held high in the air behind her back as the massive member pounded into her, forming a massive bulging outline in her tight stomach.

The sound of flesh on flesh, metal armour clanking and shifting, filled the throne room. Azula reached down, removing the satin robes from her own cock, letting it stand tall between her legs, up to her collarbone. Ty Lee dropped to her knees, tears falling from her eyes.

“Stop this,” she said under her breath.

Azula licked her pouty lips, wrapping her lithe fingers around her girthy shaft, unable to fully enclose her fingers around it. She began to stroke herself from base to tip, spreading her pre-cum to help with the stroking. She stared down at Ty Lee, feeling her cock bucking and twitching.

“Please …” Ty Lee spoke a little louder, swallowing hard. “Please … please stop this.”

“Do you have a request, Ty Lee? Do you want to join your sisters?” Azula asked in a mocking tone, “Sorry, you’ll have to speak louder. I can’t hear you over the noise of your sisters being raped.”

“Stop this, Azula, please!” Ty Lee exclaimed. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it! I’ll be yours! I’ll be yours! Please, just let my sisters go!”

“Bow to my cock,” Azula ordered.

Ty Lee threw herself down into a dogeza, practically slamming her forehead into the floor. Her massive tits pressed into the warm metal. Her entire body was shaking, eyes snapped shut as the sounds of her sister’s being raped still filled the room.

“You were my favourite toy, you know that?” Azula said, letting her cock go. “I was even planning on making you my wife when I ascended the throne. With Mai and plenty of others as my concubines? Wouldn’t we have been so happy?” 

She rose from her throne, stepping forward, the flames parted for the Fire Lord as she moved towards the bowing slut. Her massive cock swayed back and forth between her legs, jutting out like the bow of a ship from her thicc thighs. Azula raised her hand, snapping her fingers again. In an instant, the elite guards recomposed themselves, moving away from the Ty sisters. The six huddled together, all of them crying and reeling, shaking from what had just happened.

“But now … how could I ever make any use of you?” Azula questioned. “Those hands of yours are dangerous. They pose the greatest threat to my rule. The only suitable thing for you to keep you restrained, but that’d be a waste of that body of yours.”

She had closed the distance between herself and the bowing Ty Lee. Her massive girl cock jutted out over the busty slut’s form, swaying slightly in the air.

“Keeping you as a simple sex slave would be almost an insult considering your heinous crimes,” Azula noted. “You don’t deserve such an honour. But, I must consider the wants of my cock. No matter how much I may despise you, my cock still desires that body of yours. So … I shall make you into my personal cock sleeve. A place to sheath myself when I’m not using it. I intend to never allow this glorious erection of mine to falter again. It will be your job to ensure that never happens.”

“Yes, Fire Lord Azula,” Ty Lee replied, wincing hard at the rules of her new life.

“Good, now kiss your new master,” the Fire Lord gestured to her cock. Ty Lee lifted her head, staring at the girthy shaft above her. Her heart filled with dread staring up at the massive member. The cock that had stolen her virginity back in school. The cock that had raped every inch of her body for years. The cock that she still dreamt about. The cock that had made her the whore she was. The cock she was addicted to.

Ty Lee lifted and planted a passionate kiss, pressing her pouty lips against the turgid shaft. A moment later, she retreated, a strand of saliva connecting her to Azula still.

The Fire Lord grinned. “See how much easier life is when you obey, Ty Lee?” She turned her attention to the guards. “Take the Ty Sisters back to your quarters; they will now be the property of the elite guard. Your personal sex slaves and cum dumpsters.”

Ty Lee’s heart nearly stopped as Azula made the declaration. Her eyes opened wide in horror as her jaw dropped. She whipped her head around, watching as her sisters were rounded up.

“NO! NO! TY LEE! HELP US! TY LEE! STOP THEM! NO! PLEASE! NO!”

Her six sisters disappeared behind the drapes, but their screams persisted for nearly a minute, growing fainter and fainter by the moment. Ty Lee turned around, reaching towards the drapes.

“No …” she was shaking, tears running down her face.

A firm hand landed on her head. “Now then, Ty Lee, you have a cock to attend to.”

“Y-yes, Fire Lord Azula,” she bowed her head again, dread in her words.

Ty Lee was not returned to her cell. She was instead brought to a bedroom. It was a rather nice room, large with a big bed. But, of course, it was not without its trappings. On the bed was a series of harnesses, braces, straps, and leather restraints. Ty Lee approached the bed, looking over the material. She frowned, picking up what was clearly a wrist brace. She wrapped it around her dainty arm, finding it was snug; a perfect fit.

They’re for me she knew. Why else would they be in what was now her bedroom. Azula knows your measurements. Why are you surprised?

She turned her head, looking over at the door. On the other side were two elite guards. Their armour was made of steel. Even her knuckles weren’t strong enough to break metal. Her chi-blocking was useless. Even if she did, what was her next move to be? She was completely naked in a palace surrounded by enemies.

Mai … my sisters … the Kyoshi Whores … that waterbender with the fat tits … there’s too many people to rescue Ty Lee thought. She held her face for a moment, trying to keep herself composed. She sat down on the bed, her small, perky butt pressing into the satin sheets. No … there’s no one to rescue. There is no rescue from this

She turned her head around, studying all the pieces before her. It was a puzzle, another test from Azula. Surely if she wasn’t wearing all this properly by the evening or something, Azula would punish Ty Lee.

She’s been punishing me all her life Ty Lee reflected Wife … what a joke. I was always just your favourite sex slave, Azula. But I guess that means the same thing to you. Why did you, of all people, have to have such a delicious cock? You might be a monster, but you knew how to make a woman feel good

She rose from the bed, starting to pick at the equipment, figuring out what went where.

Fire Lord Azula arrived at the door of Ty Lee’s bedroom the next morning before dawn. Two elite guards stood on either side like red statues. She was in a strapless dress, which was just barely pulled up over her massive tits, letting the top parts of her burnt pink nipples peek out. There were cutouts to expose her curvaceous hips, soft and supple, slightly wider than her shoulders. The dress was both backless and assless, letting her massive cheeks spill out over the soft material. A sleeve of silk covered Azula’s impressive cock, hanging softly down to her knee.

“Did you two hear anything last night?” Azula asked.

“No, Fire Lord Azula,” one stated.

The Fire Lord nodded. “Dismissed, both of you.”

The two men slammed their feet together, standing rigid as a form of salute before leaving. Azula’s hand went to the unlocked door, turning the handle and opening it. She stepped inside to find the large room was still filled with light, every torch and candle lit.

Sitting at the foot of the bed was Ty Lee, fully draped in her new outfit. Ty Lee was sitting seiza style, or at least as close to it as she could get. A black blind fold was across her eyes. A nose hook was pulling her button nose back, going up over her head and running down to her neck, where a large choker was around her neck with a heart-shaped piece of metal in the front, connecting the soft leather. A second set of leather straps went around her cheeks to her mouth, where two metal gag guards kept her mouth open, shaped to let her lips rest on them. Her tongue was hanging freely from her oral cavity, a long strand of saliva dangling from the pink appendage down towards her massive tits. Ty Lee’s arms were in a set of binders. The first was on her forearms, holding them together behind her back. The bar was bent and contoured in such a way that it forced Ty Lee to sit up straight, pushing her huge back breakers (each of which was several magnitudes larger than her own head) out towards Azula. Those tits were sporting a pair of clamps on the nipples, connected by a chain, which had a third strand to it, running back up to her choker and latching onto the bottom of the heart. That chain itself was hidden between her breasts. Her arms then bent at the elbows. Two wrist straps were locked together tightly, layering her arms atop one another behind her. This setup pulled her arms together, forcing her to roll her shoulders back and push her chest further forward still. A spreader bar was around Ty Lee’s ankles, keeping them splayed nice and wide, with straps of leather wrapped around her ankles. A toy was plugging Ty Lee’s ass. It was hook-shaped, connected to a chain that went up and latched onto the wrist straps, keeping her back straighter still.

Azula drank in the depraved uniform. Her cock began to stiffen. The Fire Lord licked her pouty lips. Her nipples began to poke out of her dress as they hardened. Azula stepped forward, her stiletto-heeled boots wrapping against the metal. She watched with a sadistic delight as the movement made Ty Lee wince. Every step made the acrobat shake slightly in fear. A few scared gasps escaped her open mouth. 

“You look immaculate, cock sleeve,” Azula declared with a grin. “That shall be your new name. Never again shall the name ‘Ty Lee’ be uttered in the history of the world. Do you understand?”

“Uh-huh,” Azula’s cock sleeve nodded her head up and down.

“Good, now, let’s get you ready to present you to the world,” Azula declared.

Azula’s sex toy could smell the familiar musk of Azula’s cock. There was a subtle shifting of clothing. The smell grew stronger. Her pussy began to drool, her heart beating faster in anticipation and fear. The living cock sleeve lifted her head.

“Yes, you can sense it, can’t you?” Azula bit her lip. “My rigid, royal cock is right before you, less than an inch from your perfect mouth. You want it inside you?”

The living cock sleeve nodded her head rapidly again, letting out a few pathetic noises to indicate her desire for it. Azula thrust forward, plunging her girl cock effortlessly into the open mouth of her sex toy. Her living cock sleeve was unable to seal her lips around the massive member due to the gag guard. As a result, all of her gags and retches filled the room with their full-throated noise. Azula thrust hard, not caring for any sort of buildup. In an instant, her pelvis was pressing against the nose hooks, her perfectly round balls battering against the sex toy’s throat, battering right up against the opening into the heart-shaped metal clasp. Azula thrust hard, slam-fucking her cock into the open mouth. The toy gagged and retched wildly as the Fire Lord’s gargantuan cock stuffed her windpipe.

Azula reached up with a manic smile on her face, groping her own tits hard, sinking her sharp fingernails into the huge breast. She watched as spittle fell like rainfall onto her cock sleeve’s massive tits. Every thrust sent her nut sack swinging forward like a wrecking ball, battering against the sex slave’s weary throat. Azula’s puffy veins were pressed against the inside of her toy’s tight throat, throbbing against her neck.

Azula’s cock sleeve surrendered complete control to the Fire Lord, trying to sit as still as she could to let the ruler of the homelands satisfy herself. She could feel her cunt drooling between her legs, a few drops of her arousal falling to the floor.

She’s going to pump a load that’s burning hot into me, I just know it she thought. Her hands tensed up, making the restraints around her wrist shift and rattle for a moment. No … don’t make too much noise! You’re a sex toy now. A real, proper sex toy. Sex toys don’t move on their own. C’mon, you have to stay still. Obey your Fire Lord’s commands. For your sisters

The living sex doll felt as Azula pressed her pelvis up against her face, sinking her cock completely down her throat. The Fire Lord held there for a moment, revelling in the feeling of having her cock swallowed to the base. Her cock sleeve’s tongue coiled up around the girthy girl cock, pressing hard into every puffy vein that covered the turgid skin. The pink appendage coated the Fire Lord’s breed pipe with all the spittle and reverence that was befitting such a royal artefact. Azula’s massive member bucked inside of her sex doll’s throat, making the living toy gag and retch yet again. A shot of boiling pre-cum erupted from the spongy tip, dropping straight into the cock sleeve’s stomach. There was a stifled gag as the sex slave settled the piping hot shot of pre-seed, trying not to let on how that shot of pre-cum was now boiling inside her stomach. Azula grinned in satisfaction at the lack of response. The Fire Lord picked up her pace, properly face-fucking her toy now. The sex doll felt two strong hands clasp down on either side of her head, holding it in place as the Fire Lord slam-fucked her gargantuan girl cock down her throat.

“Fuck,” Azula hissed. “This throat is truly talented! I’ve trained it so well over the years! My only regret is I can’t get you pregnant from this! But you haven’t earned the right to bear my bastards. Not yet. Your holes are just a sheath for my erection in between breedings.”

The sex toy gagged a reply that seemed to be an appreciative noise. Azula’s hand came down, grabbing the long, brown braid that trailed from her head. With a sharp yank, the sex doll’s head was pulled upwards. She gagged and retched as Azula plunged her massive royal cock to the base, holding it there as she pressed her pelvis into the sex doll’s face.

“You’re a useless doll without my cock. You do not exist when I am not inside you,” Azula declared in a sneering tone. “You are less than nothing without my cock in your holes. When you are not being used by my cock you do not exist. You will stay silent and still and await use and life. Like the worthless, whore fuck doll you are!”

Azula’s cock bucked hard, battering against her sex doll’s throat. The toy gagged wildly, retching and making noises of discomfort around the massive futanari dick. That only encouraged the Fire Lord to throat fuck her harder, bounding into the wet oral cavity with less and less care. Her perfectly round nuts started to leave a massive bruise under the heart shape in the choker.

“SWALLOW!” Azula ordered as her nuts contracted hard. “SWALLOW EVERYTHING! If you so much as spill a drop, I will punish you, toy!”

The toy’s gagging was quite literally drowned out. Gallons upon gallons upon gallons of boiling nut sludge poured from Azula’s testicles, rushing down her cock and into the stomach of her sex doll. It bloated out wildly, filling up quickly to the point her stomach matched her tits for size. The hot ball batter was boiling against her guts, making the sex toy shudder. Her body went cold, trying to compensate for the sour feeling inside of her as the burning hot load brewed and boiled inside of her. She could feel the dick snot bubbling inside of her guts as the massive load of breed seed burned at her stomach lining. Azula’s massive member bucked inside the throat of her sex toy. The Fire Lord groped her massive tit hard, digging her fingers into her breasts, breaking her own skin. Her hips bucked forward as she pounded into her sex doll’s mouth hard. After nearly a full minute, Azula’s load slowed to a trickle. She withdrew her still hard cock from her toy’s throat. Several thick strands of cum coated saliva connected the toy’s pouty lips to her cock, still glistening with spit.

“Good toy,” Azula stated. She reached down, pulling the gag guard from the toy’s mouth. The sex doll gasped and choked as her mouth closed for the first time in nearly an hour, drool falling from her soft red lips to coat her chin. Azula’s face twisted into a resentful sneer. Her hand shot forward, lithe but strong fingers wrapped around the toy’s throat, squeezing tightly and pressing her sharp nails into the windpipe. “What do you have to say for yourself, you useless whore?”

“T-thank you, Fire Lord Azula,” the doll managed to spit out, fear coating every word.

“For what?!” Azula growled, squeezing that much tighter, making it harder for the toy to respond.

“F-for using me,” The sex doll replied. “F-for cumming inside me. For g-giving my whorish holes purpose. I am a c-cock sleeve.”

Azula grinned, pulling her hand from the throat. Her sex doll shuddered, trying not to cry as she inhaled sharply, confirming that she was still able to do so. Azula’s bare foot came up, pressing into the shoulder blade of the toy. With a sharp push, the toy fell onto her back, pinning her already restrained arms to the floor.

“Now then, I have a long day ahead of you,” Azula stated. “I won’t be able to get to my whores until the evening. Lots of meetings to properly eliminate the enemies of the throne. So, you’ll be needed for a few hours.” There was a pause as Azula bent over, grabbing the spreader bar. “Did you hear me?! I’m going to use you.”

“T-thank you,” the sex doll sputtered out. “I’m happy to be of use to the royal cock.”

Azula huffed. “You’ll do better in the future, or you won’t have one.”

“Yes, Fire Lord Azula,” the doll replied.

Azula gripped the spreader bar tightly and twisted it upwards. The dolls’ flexibly body was folded in half, her legs dragged up to her head. The massive cum-stuffed gut and soft, perky tits were now framed by a set of narrow, athletic legs. The spreader bar was hooked into a latch on the leather strap that was running up the middle of the doll’s head into the nose hooks. Azula replaced the gag guard in the toy's mouth. Her hand went to the chain that ran up the middle of the sex slave’s chest, buried between her tits. With a hard yank, her portable toy was pulled up. The cock sleeve yelped as she was suddenly suspended in the air, all of her weight being suspended by the collar on her neck and the clamps on her nipples. Azula departed the bedroom.

I hope you enjoyed your night in here, because you’ll never return to it Azula thought. She stepped out of the room and locked it.

“And as you can see, Fire Lord Azula, the rebellion from some upset regions' Lords in Jonduri will be arrested within a fortnight,” General Gong explained as he gestured to a map. He looked up, a bit upset to find that the Fire Lord was not listening. He gave a curt cough, trying to get her attention.

Azula looked up. “Yes, yes, execute the rebels.” Azula thrust upwards, her face contorting into a look of pure pleasure. The sex toy on her crotch was practically bouncing up and down from the force of the Fire Lord’s thrusts. The compact toy with a huge stomach and tits was filling the meeting chamber with moans and mewls of pleasure and pain. The Fire Lord’s massive futanari cock was buried to the base inside of her, stuffing her snatch completely.

The Fire Lord moaned, throwing her head back as a shot of burning hot ball batter erupted into the toy’s twat. The sex slave shrieked as the burning hot load sizzled against her innermost wall. Azula’s hand wrapped around the front of the toy, groping and kneading the massive tits rather aggressively, digging her sharp nails into the whore’s sharp skin.

Poor bitch General Gong thought Whoever she is. Still, I understand that ever since the Fire Lord took to using this toy, rape against the servants is down. Whoever that slut is, she’s bearing the rage of generations in her cunt now. Prnc- Fire Lord Azula was always the worst offender for those sorts of things

“Execution then,” General Gong stated sternly, folding her arms behind his back. “By any particular means?”

“Something that - umph - makes an example of them,” Azula moaned, squeezing the soft breast in her hand and breaking the skin. The toy squealed in pain as Azula’s cock bucked inside of her, stretching her taut stomach as the outline of Azula’s cock inside of her grew more prominent.

General Gong bowed. “Yes, Fire Lord Azula. It shall be done.”

“Good,” Azula grunted, thrusting up hard into the toy. “What’s the next order of business?”

“The prisoners from Ba Sing Se have arrived,” Said another member of her council. “Some are the ones you requested in particular. One is … one is pregnant, your grace.”

Azula pouted, pondering the news. “Well … that’s a shame. Keep her well, but once she gives birth, I want her locked inside the worst cage we have in the Capitol. Has the other -umph - arrived yet? She is not to be underestimated. Restrained at all points in time.”

“Your Grace,” The councilman cleared his throat. “Given what we have come to know about that one. She will be hard to contain. As it stands, we have no prison that can hold her. We simply lack the materials.”

Azula’s cock bucked inside the sex toy, sending a shot of pre-cum out into her twat. The sex toy shrieked, the gag guard making sure the noise escaped her lips. The doll thrashed on Azula’s crotch, pleasure and pain making her dance as her nervous system was overwhelmed for a moment.

“And how have we been restraining her to this point?” Azula questioned.

“My understanding is that she has been bound in cloth and leather and kept inside a glass container,” the councilman explained. “They are transporting her here on a wooden ship.”

“We build our homes to withstand active volcanoes, do we not? Surely we can withstand her abilities then. Work with the engineers to build her a cage in the bay,” Azula ordered.

“Yes, your grace,” her councilman nodded. “I shall oversee it personally.”

“Good, now then,” Azula rose to her feet, the cock toy bouncing as she rose, mounted in front of the Fire Lord. “That’s the end of this meeting. You are all dismissed until tomorrow.”

The council rose, all giving the Fire Lord a deep bow and departed. Azula turned to the captain of her guard.

“Tell the servants to prepare my palanquin,” She ordered. “I want to go into the city.”

“Yes, your grace,” He bowed and departed.

Azula’s hand leapt up, wrapping around her toy’s throat, pushing the sex slave back into her chest. The doll’s back contorted around Azula’s own impressive bust, forcing her to stick her gargantuan rack outwards as Azula hilted her cock to the base inside the sex slave’s tight twat.

“We’ll let the entire capital see what you have been reduced to,” Azula sneered into the whore’s ear. The doll moaned, half out of fear, and, shamefully, out of pleasure.

The blindfold had not been removed since she had put it on nearly two weeks ago. No light crept through it. The whore had not seen sunlight in nearly a month. Though, for the first time in a long time, she could feel it on her skin. She heard the cheering crowds and the noise of the city. She felt the rocking of the palanquin as it paraded down the road, which was doing her job for her - making the sex slave’s body bounce up and down on Azula’s royal cock with every moment.

The Fire Lord was lying in repose, waving to the masses as her cock throbbed and bucked inside of her sex doll’s tight twat. The rush of having so many people admire her nude body whilst she used the cock sleeve currently mounted on her royal member was turning Azula on wildly.

YES! She thought with a wide grin Worship me! All of you gaze upon the way this toy yields to the will of my cock! The way everyone shall! My royal cock shall dominate the world!

A group of whores from a brothel stepped forward as the Palanquin came to a stop at her destination.

“Welcome, Fire Lord Azula,” Bowed the matriarch of the establishment. “We are honoured to have you in our presence.”

Azula sat up, gripping the narrow hips of her sex toy. “I’ve come to ensure that the Fire Nation is providing its citizens with only the finest of things to pleasure themselves with.”

“Of course,” the mistress grinned. “We have a fine selection of girls for you. Mature and those closer to your age. We even have some from the Water Tribes and the Earth Kingdom that were brought back as conquests from our glorious army.”

Azula’s cock bucked inside the sex toy, sending a burning hot shot of pre-cum into her innermost wall. The toy wailed in pleasure and pain as her twat tightened up out of reflex.

“Lovely stuff,” Azula grinned. She gripped the hips of her toy tightly, pulled the thing off of her cock. The toy moaned loudly as the cock inside of her was removed for the first time in hours.

The Fire Lord dropped the toy onto her back. She turned to her guards. “Watch her, but don’t touch. Anyone who does will be gelded.”

“Yes, your grace,” nodded her guard. Azula left, leaving her cock sleeve behind on the palanquin like a piece of luggage.

When the sex doll was not in use, she was kept in a small closet in the Fire Lord’s chambers. She was not allowed a bed and had to sit seiza style inside; the closet itself was far too narrow to let her lie down. If she was leaning back to keep her tits from touching the door, then her back touched the wall. Inside this constrictive room, the doll could often hear the mewls and shrieks of pleasure, along with the screams and howls of fear of Azula’s other broomades and rape victims. The sex doll was not sure how much time had passed since she had given up her identity. 

“STOP! STOP! STOP!” A voice that the sex toy did not know screamed.

“QUIET!” Fire Lord Azula replied.

SMACK!

“Ahhhh,” the voice called.

“You will be silent!” Azula demanded. “This is what you get for denying your Fire Lord! You disobeyed the laws of this nation. Prima Nocta is the right of my cock. And since you failed to inform the palace of your marriage, your holes are forfeit!”

“Please! Please stop! I don’t want to bear a royal bastard,” the voice moaned.

“You no longer have a choice in the matter,” Azula growled. “You will be the latest in my proud line of broodmares. Now be quiet like a good, obedient toy and get pregnant!”

The feminine voice screamed as the sex doll could hear the sound of Fire Lord Azula pumping gallons upon gallons of boiling nut sludge draining itself into her victim. The woman’s screams died as she seemed to pass out from the shock of having a load of burning hot ball batter pissed into her. 

Pregnant The sex doll thought, feeling her cunt starting to throb at the thought of the word Pregnant. Pregnant. She never gets me pregnant. I … I want her cock to get me pregnant. Then she might let me out. I … want her … I want her to get me pregnant.

“Get pregnant!” Azula roared from the royal chambers, almost as if she had heard her cock sleeve’s thoughts. “Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!”

Every declaration by the Fire Lord was drawing her cock sleeve in the closet closer and closer to orgasm.

“Get pregnant!” Azula wailed in her wild, manic voice. The sex slave reared her head, letting out a moaning mewl as she achieved orgasm from nothing but the demand from her cock’s owner to be inseminated. The gushing squirt sprayed across the metal floor, soaking her feet. She let out a long moan, unable to stifle it due to her gag guard.

The sex toy moaned and mewled with every step. The massive cock of Fire Lord Azula had grown over the years. The doll hadn’t always noticed, considering she had been mounted to it at least once a day, every day for who knew how long at this point. Where the tip had once comfortably rested in her guts when inserted into her back door, it now passed through her stomach and sat in between her massive tits, with the bulbous cock head (now thicker than the sex toy’s own thigh) pressing up against her chest plate. Drool was falling from the doll’s lips as she often let her slobber fall onto herself, the gag guard doing little to prevent it. Her massive tits were often left with a thicker layer of spittle upon them by day’s end. The warmth of the sun was on her skin; they were outside. The smell of salty sea air hit her lungs. They were near water. But where exactly the sex slave could not say.

“Fire Lord Azula,” said a masculine voice. “We are honoured that you have come to the launch of the new warship that bears your name.”

“Of course, Admiral Liang,” Fire Lord Azula replied with a rather pleasant tone. “What kind of Fire Lord would not tend to a ship named in her honour? I’m sure she is a fine and seaworthy vessel.”

“Of course, the latest in the latest generation of our Empire-Class ships,” Liang explained. “It shall rival even the Ozai in might and strength.”

Azula gave a rather unimpressed noise at the mention of her mother, “Now then, shall I finish the ceremony?”

“Yes, we’ve brought up one of the finest vintages of the Fire Nation, bottled upon the date of your birth,” the admiral explained.

“No need, I’ll be starting a need tradition,” Fire Lord Azula replied. The sex doll felt as two strong hands wrapped around her narrow waist. Her entire body lurched forward, gliding away from Azula’s crotch as the Fire Lord began to pump her arms up and down. A few pathetic moans escaped the doll’s lips as she was sheathed and unsheathed against the Fire Lord’s imperial cock. Azula grunted, her massive member throbbing wildly inside her toy, engorged and bloated in the doll’s guts. The cock sleeve felt as said cock bucked inside her. The massive nut sack that seemed to be truly bottomless was saying back and forth with every thrust, swinging upwards and colliding with the toy’s pristine and sensitive pussy. The impacts against her clit were making the sex slave moan louder and louder. Azula growled in her usual, aggressive tone, sneering as she began to properly slam-fuck her toy. The doll’s massive tits were bouncing and jiggling wildly, swaying with every thrust.

“AHHHHH!” Azula’s fingers curled tightly into her cock sleeve’s soft skin. The toy shrieked as she felt the cock inside of her grow, engorging even more until she was properly plugged. The surge of pressure rushed up her body. The cock sleeve’s tongue fell from behind her pouty, ruby red lips. A torrent of boiling testicle tar erupted from behind her lips, arcing through the air. It slammed into a metal broadside a few feet away from her, sounding like a waterfall hitting the ground. The toy’s toes curled as pleasure rippled across her body in cascading waves. Gallons upon gallons of burning hot ball batter, scorching her throat and mouth as it rushed up and out of her oral cavity. It slammed into the ship and fell into the ocean water, where it immediately turned to steam.

Azula shuddered and shook as she experienced the powerful, public orgasm. 

“Th-there we are,” she said in a haggard tone. “Now the Azula is ready to set sail.”

The toy was never fully asleep, on account of the poor condition in which she was stored. She had learned to perk up at the sound of the door opening, as that often meant a rigid cock was about to be put down her throat. And so, when the door opened, she perked up, sitting up proper and pushing her massive chest out, presenting herself to the Fire Lord.

She felt a set of feminine fingers wrap around the chain connecting her throat to her tits, often used as a carrying handle. This morning was no expectation of that, effortlessly picking up the folded up whore and removing her from the closet. She found herself weightless in the air for several seconds before the soft silks of bed sheets touched her back. She was lying down on the Fire Lord’s bed, she realised. 

A soft hand touched her face, making her recoil. Fire Lord Azula never touched her face; she only ever grabbed and gripped it, never anything soft like this. A thumb hooked under the blindfold covering her eyes, lifting it upwards. The sex doll winced as light flooded her neglected eyes. She blinked several times, finding it nearly impossible to get her eyes to focus. The blindfold had not been removed, never once since the day it had gone on. The hand reached behind her head. She could vaguely make out a nude shape before her. Massive breasts and a snatched waist, with what appeared to be three legs hanging from a curvy set of hips.

The latch connecting the spreader bar to the leather strap was undone. Her legs shifted, free of the movement of her head for the first time since it had been attached. The doll’s eyes were still refusing to adjust as she felt the hooks leave her nose, the gag guard leave her mouth, the choker around her neck unlock.

Finally, her eyes snapped into focus.

Phoenix Queen Ozai? The doll wondered for a moment as she stared at the figure before her. She was a mature woman, in her thirties. Her resting face seemed to be a bit sinister, with sharp cheekbones and sharper eyes. The cock between her legs was as thick as the cock sleeve’s own snatched waist. Her hips were wider than her shoulder blades, and her tits were bigger than her head. No … she’s too young to be Fire Lord Azula’s mother … wait

The cock sleeve’s strained eyes opened wide in surprise, her mouth falling open.

“You still recognise me,” Fire Lord Azula said in an amused tone. “I didn’t think you would after all these years.”

Years? The doll thought.

“You have been my loyal and obedient cock sleeve for over a decade now. Your sisters have become the most elite cock sleeves for my royal guard,” Azula began to explain.

Sisters? The sex doll wondered I … I have sisters? I’m … I’m just a toy? 

Azula paused for a moment, drinking in the form of her toy. “So, I’ve decided that fourteen years is a long enough punishment. It’s time you were rewarded for your loyalty. There is a special room in the heart of the palace. A pleasure chamber for all of my whores. You will be joining them. You will be the bearer of my spawn.”

Pregnant the word flashed through the doll’s mind, eliciting excitement, her core clenched, her nipples hardening.

“But … In order to ascend from a mere cock sleeve to one of my prized breeding mounts, you must first answer a single question,” Fire Lord Azula stepped back, both hands going to her erection. She hefted the massive thing up, as thick as her own thigh. The bulbous cock head was the size of the doll’s own head, leaking a massive drop of pre-cum that was as big as her fist. The veins that covered the breed pipe were thicker than Azula’s own fingers.

“Now then … what is your name?” Azula asked.

The sex doll opened her mouth to answer and then shut it immediately, a look of confusion on her face. Name? My name … it’s … what is my name?

Azula cocked her head to one side. “Well … don’t be shy, just say your name, and I’ll take my royal cock, spread and gape your cunt, and pump a child into you right now. Just tell me what your name is.”

My name … The doll’s eyes looked away from Azula, her whole head turning as she tried to draw the elusive words to her mind My … my name … I … I had a name before I was a cock sleeve. That’s right. I had a name and sisters … but … what was it?

Her train of thought was interrupted as Azula rested a foot of girl dick on her doll’s stomach, making it harder to breathe due to the sheer volume of cock meat now resting on her.

“Come now, after all these years taking my load day after day, don’t you want me to actually put one worthwhile into you. You do remember how to talk, don’t you?” Azula mocked her toy.

“Y-yes,” the toy sputtered out, her voice hoarse as she uttered her first word in over a decade.

“Okay, then what’s your name?” Azula asked, placing her hands on her curvy lips. “I promise you, it’s not a test. Just answer my question.

“My … my name …” The doll looked around, searching the room. She had been in this room plenty of times before, but before, she was just a cock sleeve. Back when she was …

When she was …

Who had she been?

“I don’t … I don’t remember,” the doll finally admitted.

“Ohhhh, poor cock sleeve,” Azula cooed in a mocking tone. She drew her massive member backwards, the bulbous tip aligning itself with her doll’s tight twat. The sex slave shuddered in anticipation, having been conditioned for years now to grow aroused at the touch of the royal cock. The doll’s heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Azula thrust forward. The sex slave screamed in pleasure, snapping her head backwards. Her strained eyes became unfocused instantly as her love tunnel was stuffed full of the only cock she had known for a majority of her life. The Fire Lord wasted no time in bottoming out her gargantuan girl cock inside of the sex doll, gritting her teeth with a wide smile of manic desperation.

“Moan your own name!” Azula demanded. “Do it, and you shall be granted the title of a broodmare. No longer just my cock sleeve.”

The doll’s massive tits were jiggling and bouncing wildly, lurching on her svelte torso (rocking up so high they bounced into her face). The cock sleeve’s expression was one of fucked stupid bliss. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, glazed over with lust. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, blushing and stretched as her jaw refused to be shut. A tongue, slick with saliva, hung from between her lips. Every pathetic moan and mewl that the cock slave made filled the air with noise.

Her mind was mush, barely able to comprehend the conditioned pleasure that she was experiencing. Azula’s hand leapt forward, wrapping around the sex toy’s throat. The cock sleeve gasped, remembering the touch of Azula’s hand on her neck. It was not the first time that she had done this. The way that Azula pushed her hand into the doll’s throat. She could see a younger Azula doing so. Before, she had been Fire Lord. The cock sleeve’s eyes were wide as the memory flooded her mind. 

Yes! Yes! That was before. When I was … I was … her train of thought was interrupted as Azula’s bulbous cock head pounded through her cervix and up into her womb proper. The sex slave screamed, her tongue leaping upwards. Tears were now streaming down the sides of her face as her cunt clenched tightly around the Fire Lord’s massive member. A gushing spray of squirt erupted from between the sex doll’s legs, completely soaking Azula’s crotch. The Fire Lord was at this point far too girthy to be slowed down by a simple shrinking snatch. She kept thrusting. Her gargantuan gonads slammed against the edge of the bed, making the entire mattress under the doll shake and shudder. The doll’s arms writhed, still in their restraints. Her legs were spread into a full split on the edge of the bed, giving Fire Lord Azula access to her holes.

She won’t breed you if you don’t remember. You must remember! The doll thought Your name … What was your name? Before you were a living doll, a useless set of holes, a cock sheath for her, you were … you were …

Azula’s cock bucked wildly, lifting the sex slave off the bed. The toy’s head snapped backwards, eyes rolling off in two different directions as her cunt collapsed around the cock again. Azula’s girthy member pressed up against some of her most sensitive spots, the thick veins throbbing against those bits that drove the doll wild. She wailed wildly as her next orgasm began, barely a moment after the first one had ended. Another gushing eruption of squirt splattered against Azula. Her lower half was soaked like she had swam in a pool, a puddle forming on the floor between her feet. The Fire Lord’s hands gripped into the sex doll’s narrow waist, pumping her form up and down her shaft in the air above the bed.

“What’s your name?!” Azula demanded, hilting herself all the way inside the doll. “Say your name!”

Never again shall — be uttered in the history of the world. Do you understand?

The cock sleeve could recall the day now. The day that she became a cock sleeve. It was growing clear in her mind. There were other women there. Her sisters? Maybe, but for some reason, she couldn’t recall their faces. They all looked the same in her memory. There were so many, too.

Did I truly have that many sisters? The doll wondered Did I truly have a family? I’ve almost forgotten. My world was … was her cock for so long.

A shot of boiling pre-cum splattered against the cock sleeve’s innermost wall. Azula winced, gnashing her teeth together as she fought off her orgasm. Her fingers curled tightly into the narrow, bony hips of her cock sleeve, digits pushing into her soft skin. Her nuts were begging for release, but she would not grant it, not yet.

“Come on, you worthless dick holster. I can’t have fucked you so stupid you’ve actually forgotten it,” Azula growled.

“It was … never … never to be spoken again,” the cock sleeve repeated the command, the first command she had ever received as a cock sleeve.

“So I’ve changed my mind. I suppose I’m softening with age,” Fire Lord Azula mused aloud. “This isn’t a trick. The load of baby batter I piss into you will be boiling either way. So, just tell me your name, and I will breed you, simple as.”

“My name …” still, it eluded her.

Azula clicked her tongue against her teeth, her patience starting to thin with the doll. She dropped her back down onto the bed, taking a leg in either hand. She was bent back into a familiar position, with her toes above her head. Azula crawled up, joining her on the bed.

“Now then, you dumb fuck pig-rabbit,” Azula began. “This position, if you’ve forgotten, is called a ‘mating press’. It’s meant to elicit ideas of breeding thanks to how deep the penis can penetrate. You want me to breed you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Fire Lord Azula,” the toy nodded, a look of desperation in her eyes. Azula’s hand came up, caressing the doll’s cheek. The cock sleeve nuzzled up against it, the intimacy of the moment something nearly foreign to her.

“Then say. Your. Name,” Azula began to pound into the doll without mercy. The whorish sex slave moaned and mewled. Her legs were pinned in place as Azula gripped her ankles. Her cunt was growing tighter and tighter with every thrust. Waves of pleasure cascaded up her spine as arousal coursed through her veins like blood.

How did I end up here? The doll wondered Who was I before?

Before she was a sex slave. Before, she was the royal cock sleeve. She had been … a soldier. Right? She remembered fighting. There had been a war, though she couldn’t recall against whom. She just remembered two Watertribesmen, around her age. And before that.

“Yes, I am a circus freak! Go ahead and laugh all you want. Call me a slut. A big-tittied bimbo. A tease. A whore. I’ve heard it all. But you want to know why I joined the circus?

Cir…cus? The word slowly formed in her mind.

She could see Princess Azula approaching her. The memory was so clear in her mind. She had been stretching and meditating in the nude. The world was upside down from her perspective.

Ty Lee, could that possibly be you?

The cock sleeve’s love tunnel collapsed as she achieved her third, violently powerful orgasm. Her eyes snapped shut. Her hands, still bound behind her back, gripped the bed sheets hard. Her back arched, pushing her gargantuan back breakers up towards the Fire Lord. Her cunt constricted hard, sending a near pressurised eruption of squirt slamming into Azula’s crotch.

“TY LEE!” Ty Lee screamed, practically singing her own name. Azula’s cock bucked wildly inside of Ty Lee as the acrobat declared her name. Another shot of boiling pre-seed erupted from her tip, splattering against Ty Lee’s innermost wall. Azula grinned with satisfaction. 

“Ty Lee,” Ty Lee repeated, out of breath from her orgasm. A weak smile crossed her face as she met Fire Lord Azula’s gaze. “Ty Lee.” She repeated as if she had never said it before. “My name … my name is Ty Lee.”

“Yes,” Azula nodded. “And now, Ty Lee, I’m going to get you pregnant.”

“Thank you, Fire Lord Azula,” Ty Lee said in a haughty tone.

Azula bent down, pushing their massive chests together. Ty Lee moaned as Azula’s pouty lips pressed into hers, feeling the Fire Lord invade her mouth with her tongue, ravaging her oral cavity as she continued to pump her massive breed pipe into the acrobat’s wanting cunt. Azula’s cock was not far behind her old friend.

“Get! Me! Pregnant!” Ty Lee demanded as their kiss broke, strands of saliva connecting their pouty lips.

Azula’s nuts contracted hard as a massive, boiling load of ball batter erupted inside of her.

“Get pregnant, Ty Lee,” Azula demanded, not breaking eye contact with the whorish acrobat. “Get pregnant.”

The pleasure chamber was a gorgeous room, though Ty Lee enjoyed a different view of it. She crawled around on all fours most days, her massive tits, full of milk, swaying back and forth, less than an inch from the soft, padded floor. In all of her years in confinement, the muscles in her arms and legs had atrophied slightly. The other girls in the room were helping her re-learn how to use her limbs, but it was taking time. They were approaching their mid-forties now, and still, Ty Lee preferred to use her hands and knees to get around as opposed to her legs. She enjoyed it, as she made it easier for Azula to claim her holes. Her braid was a nice length for the Fire Lord to pull on as she bred Ty Lee or any of the other whores in the chambers.

One day, the acrobat watched as Fire Lord Azula entered the chamber as she often did, wearing a teasing robe that concealed the royal cock.

The Fire Lord placed her hands on her hips, flexing the royal member, making it buck up against the silken sheet hiding it. All eyes in the room were on the Fire Lord, all of the women waiting to learn whose turn it was to receive a royal bastard.

“I must say,” Azula began. “Every day I think of how lucky I am to have assembled such a fine collection of breeders. A masterclass earthbender who invented a new style of bending, the first female waterbending master in the history of the world, an entire elite unit of non-bender warrior-whores, and two of the deadliest women in the entire Fire Nation. Plus all the others.”

She sauntered over to where Ty Lee was sitting on a bench, caressing a stomach that was starting to swell with child.

“Tell me, Ty Lee,” Azula said. “You still remember your Chi-Blocking?”

Ty Lee nodded. “Yes, Fire Lord Azula.”

“Good,” Azula grinned. “It is time that this luxurious whore house earns a new member. But taming her won’t be easy. I’ll need you all to remember who you were before you pledged yourselves to my cock. But I know that if we all work together. We can take her down.”