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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Avatar," the voice of her most recent nightmares drawled, "how willingly you enter into our clutches."
Willingly was not the word Korra would have used. One minute she was turning in for the night after waiting hour upon hour for a no-show, and the next there was a bola looped around her ankles and a length of rope dragging her kicking and screaming into the darkness. She punched, thrashed and spat out flames, until fingers and knuckles jabbed into her pressure points and suddenly she was limper than Mako's...wrist.
"I told you to come alone!" the young Avatar shouted, struggling in futility with her arms pulled out to either side of her.
A masked man stepped forward into the weak light. "I took some liberties with your invitation," he said. "You see, I prefer coming in the company of my fellow Equalists."
On cue, the costumed throng that tightly encircled Korra collectively reached into their pants and produced thick, long lengths of throbbing masculine flesh. Engorged mushroom crowns popped out over the top of gloved fists, blushing furiously as puckered slits oozed out a dribbling drop of arousal. Korra gawked, speechless. She hadn't seen this many cocks in one place since having to figure a way out of getting tossed off the ship bound for Republic City she'd stowed away on.
"You can't...you...you...put those away!" the Avatar eventually managed. Amon merely tilted his head as her voice squeaked, the expressionless features of his mask mocking her.
"No, I don't think we shall," he said, projecting his voice over the building fap-fwip-fap of excitedly stroking hands slapping against swelling ballsacks.
"You can't touch me," Korra said, beginning to panic. "I'm the Avatar!"
"They're not going to touch you."
Many of the Equalists paused in their self-ministrations. "We're not?"
"No," Amon replied calmly, arms folded at his back. "What they're going to do, Avatar, is soil every bit of you with the rank smell of masculine pleasure, until the air is so heavy with its stench that you gag on every humiliating breath you take in. You will be covered head to foot in potent Equalist seed and its musk will seep into the merest scraps of your clothing, leaving not an inch to spare. Then, and only then, will you know what it means to be shamed. And you will learn that place on your very knees."
Silence remained in the wake of the Equalist leader's words. Followed swiftly by an angry outburst.
"Are you serious?"
"Very much so."
"You promised us the Avatar's ass!"
"And here it is, plump and primed to be stained with Equalist ejaculate."
"Screw that." Korra flinched as the man broke ranks and stalked forwards. "I'm getting a real piece of that -"
Amon clicked his fingers. There was a sharp, collective intake of breath. And the rebellious rebel crumpled bonelessly to the ground.
"Any further dissenters?"
Heads shook, low voices muttered and fists gradually began stroking flagging cocks back to full mast. Amon nodded his hooded head to himself and turned to face a shocked Korra - which was when a hand shot up from amidst the crowd.
"Yes?"
A smaller, slender body pushed its way to the front of the circle. "What about us?" the female Equalist demanded. "We want to soil the Avatar too."
"It is unfortunate, but you are not equipped for this task," Amon said after a moment.
"We can squirt."
Amon began to throatily chuckle. Then he caught himself. "Now is not the time for jokes."
"We can!" the woman said adamantly. "Well, some of us. The rest will just piss on her."
"While I admire the passion in your intention," Amon replied, "I'm afraid I will have to decline your offer. You and your fellow women may wait over there in the corner until we men are finished."
Korra, meanwhile, was faced with a trio of Equalists who had formed a loose semi-circle in front of her. Each of them were cock in hand, pumping furiously. Korra could already smell their sweat.
"Better get used to it, Avatar," said one as she made a face, "this smell's gonna stick with you for days after we're finished."
"I'm having a hard time finishing," another complained, veins crawling down his shaft. "Damn, can't we at least get a little something to look at?"
The third glanced quickly over his shoulder as Amon put down their female compatriots. "I'm sure he won't mind," the man said, and reached down to Korra's top, "not like I'm actually touching you." But then he paused.
"Wait, where are the buttons?"
"There aren't any," Korra replied, wrinkling her nose as the man leaned in.
"Then how the hell do you open this thing?"
"Beats me. I haven't taken it off in years."
The men stared at her for a long moment. Then one produced a knife.
Large, ripe breasts flopped free after Korra's front was sawn open, dark nipples shivering stiffly. "Hey!" she cried out, pulling at her bound, outstretched arms to no avail, "did you have to do that? This is my only top!"
"That's right. Keep talking, bitch," the Equalist to her right said gruffly. "I wanna come in your mouth."
That shut her up.
"Wait - damn it! Keep talking!"
Korra pursed her lips together and stared defiantly up at the man. With the eyes of Amon now back on them, he wouldn't dare touch her. So he burst all over her face instead.
"Grrrrrawwww, yeah! Fuck!"
Korra yelped, jerking backwards as she was taken by surprise. Again. Hot semen splashed onto her cheek, a secondary spurt lacing itself across the bridge of her nose. A third, smaller dash of spunk hit the edge of her lips and she spat reflexively.
The man leered down at her when she glared at him, but before Korra could even think to utter the vilest curse she was given a hot, sticky reminder of the other men stroking fiercely to the sight of the Avatar, master of all elements and world renowned, trussed up on her knees with her fat brown tits hanging out. It was preceded by a fist yanking on one of her wolftails without warning, Korra crying out as she was yanked forward. She hissed at the sharp pull on her hair - then spluttered and gagged as a copious wad of gloopy semen shot straight into her mouth.
Korra immediately folded over, coughing up a lung. Fortunately, it just so happened that she ducked her head in time to avoid the third spurt of ejaculate, which splattered onto the dusty ground behind her. She was still gagging on the sharp taste of cum as the men walked away, the one who missed his target muttering furiously under his breath. Goddamn Amon, this that and the other. The young Avatar would be cursing up a storm once she got her breath back. The cum streaked across her features was already cooling into a slimy paste and she grimaced at the feeling of it dripping slowly down her face. And then Korra suddenly looked up, or rather was made to.
Men fisting throbbing cocks were pressing in on her from every direction. There were hands pawing at her hair, ripping away and tossing aside the small tubes that kept the customary style Korra was too lazy to do any differently in place. She was long due a change of pace in that regard and her locks fell in unruly waves down her shoulders, a cascade of chocolate curls that only the toughest of hairbrushes could tame. And she had ruined her fair share. Korra's mane was wild, much like she was when she felt it pulled on by at least three different pairs of hands.
"Hey! Ouch! Stop that! What are you - ow!"
There simply wasn't enough of the Avatar to go around, ironically. She was supposed to belong to the world after all. Despite Amon's ruling there were hands all over her, pulling at the steadily deteriorating remnants of Korra's top, her perky, goosebump riddled nipples, thick bunches of her hair and of course, her boobs. The Equalists seemed intent on practically ripping those off her chest. Maybe they would be doing her a favour. She'd miss them sure, but goodness if they weren't a literal pain sometimes.
And then it began to rain. Or maybe it was snow. Except snow wasn't hot and sticky. And it definitely didn't taste like cum.
Korra was plastered with it in minutes. The crowd of Equalists around her swelled and ebbed, rife with eager jostling and impatient swearing. She couldn't see any of it; her eyes were glued shut, lukewarm ejaculate pooling into the shallow dips created by the bridge of her nose and weighing heavily on her lashes. She was sure her breasts had been thoroughly stained white, and if not they were probably bruised purple given the amount of not-so-tender groping. Her hair was tangled into slimy knots, cocks jutting so deep into her mane they grazed over her scalp and soiled her roots with Equalist spunk. And the smell was so awfully pungent that Korra's stomach twisted, bile creeping up to burn the back of her throat. The only reason she didn't outright barf was thanks to one earlier attempt that a crafty Equalist had sought to take advantage of, 'accidentally' plugging her mouth with his shaft.
He screamed when she bit him.
"Enough!"
There was muttering and hissing from among the throng, those who had not been quick enough to press their way through to the centre before Amon's order echoed off the cold walls. A few who were beat their meat furiously and Korra grimaced as warm, fresh coats of paint were applied to the tapestry. And then slowly but surely, and not without a few disgruntled kicks to her thighs and bum, the crowd of mostly frustrated Equalists dispersed, making way for their master.
"My, what a sight you are, Avatar."
She wanted to curse the bastard, but strings of minutes old semen would probably slip into her mouth if she tried and the thought made Korra shudder in disgust. She couldn't even open her eyes to glare at him! Helpfully, a thumb swiped across her eyelids, freeing them of sticky weight, and at last Korra was able to blink and look up. And found the masked man standing before her, his soiled thumb held in front of her pursed lips.
"Open."
Korra did not. The look on her face was probably hard to read but the intention, or rather lack of, was clear.
"Then I'll blind you again. And believe me, you'll want to see the next part."
Amon's hand moved and her stomach turned; nevertheless, Korra quickly parted her lips.
"Good," the man drawled, wiping his thumb clean with her tongue. "I appreciate obedience. It makes things so much easier for both parties."
Korra, meanwhile, was busy digesting the incredibly salty taste of semen, so salty that her face pinched and her eyes screwed momentarily shut to fight off the urge to spit it up. Somehow, she didn't think Amon would appreciate that. Speaking of Amon -
Ziiiiiip!
Her eyes shot open to see him fish a long, hard cock out his pants, impressive in any other time and circumstance but this one. The young Avatar's gaze widened at the sight of it.
"What are you doing?!"
"I thought I made myself clear when you questioned my understanding of your invitation," the man replied. "I prefer to cum in the company of others."
The fingers of a gloved hand pushed up into her locks, winding tight until Korra felt the strain on her roots and winced aloud. "What a mess," Amon casually observed, stroking himself. "Your hair is in need of a good wash, Avatar."
"And her face."
"And her tits!" called out another Equalist.
"You get the idea," Amon said, Korra fuming in his grip. "Allow me to provide some assistance in that regard."
And before she could get a word in the man pointed himself at the mass of cum-splattered hair piled atop her head, and began urinating.
Had her face not been caked with layers of spunk, all would have bore witness to Korra's expression of pure shock. The sharp gasp she made as warm liquid dripped down the sides of her head was unmistakeable, however. As was her scream.
"You're peeing on me!"
Which was a mistake since the moment she parted her lips the mingled taste of cum and urine flooded into her mouth.
She was spitting profusely in the next. Amon was chuckling. His Equalists were a rowdy whooping bunch, those who hadn't had to tuck swollen balls back into their pants at least. Korra snarled impotently when her face was yanked upwards by the grip on her now sodden mane, rewarded with droplets of liquid gold splashing her cheeks as Amon shook out the last dregs of his piss. Korra could not put words to her disgust, revulsion and hatred for the man in front of her. Except those ones. He smirked down at her (she could guarantee that was the expression he wore beneath that damn mask) and offered the Avatar his still erect cock.
"Suck."
"Hell no," Korra growled.
Amon sighed. "Have you already forgotten my graciousness? I hope you understand that I could just have easily told my men to fuck."
Korra swallowed hard. Her eyes fell to the limp-boned Equalist still lying unmoving on the ground. She definitely didn't want to wind up like him - whatever it was that Amon had done when he clicked his fingers. And she could very much do without being fucked. She hadn't been able to walk straight for a solid day after earning her place on the ship coming into the Republic City, and that had nothing to do with sea legs.
"You see?" Amon said when she reluctantly opened her mouth. "Obedience is much better, for the both of us."
There was of course an outburst from among the throng of Equalists when Korra had her mouth plugged with their leader's meat. It died down quickly to a murmur when Amon snapped his fingers and three men collapsed on the spot. There were tears in the young Avatar's eyes as they fell; Amon was stretching her jaw wide, pressing to the back of her throat. When he got there, he started poking around like he'd dropped something down her oesophagus, fat, rummaging cock-crown shoving deep into her throat like a wet, inquisitive snout. Korra gagged fiercely. Amon wouldn't let her spit him out. He held her head like a vice, hunched over her, shoved her face into his crotch and ground against it like a mortar and pestle.
Suffice to say, the experience was not particularly pleasant for one of the two parties.
Korra spluttered, heaved, and then puked, and when she did it was on a mere sliver of air. Her lungs burned, her stomach flipped and her senses went on vacation and came back utterly drunk. Something was slapping heavily against her face, smearing what felt like warm slime all over her cheeks and nose and forehead, and then when a cock surged back into her mouth, coated in the spunk of two dozen men, her stomach did somersaults and Korra crunched over to the sound of raucous laughter.
The only thing she remembered after that, dazed, weak and trembling, was the chorus of several delighted female voices hooting as they hauled her outside into the cold night and tossed her stinking body into Yue Bay. And Amon's voice haunted her dreams thereafter.
"Till next time, Avatar..."
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