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Lake Laogai	By : TheDaiLi Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 56841 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She was no longer being bound to the chair, and only barely being restrained on the way there, just some earth-manacles to keep her hands together. It wouldn’t be too hard to bust out, now that she’d gained their trust.

Ty Lee was beginning to doubt her motives though. Shin was really sweet, and the time she spent with him made her feel good. Really good. Ty Lee was struggling to think of a time where she had felt better. He painted such pretty mental pictures, and he was always so kind and considerate; he got her an actual mattress for her cell, and a change of clothes out of that dirty robe.

She smiled, savouring the sensation of the sash swaying between her legs. For some reason, the clothes seemed so…right. Like she was born to wear them, and nothing else. They felt soooo good against her skin, sending little tingles up her spine when the materials glided over somewhere sensitive, which happened constantly. When she escaped, she would definitely be keeping them. She still wanted to escape…right?

The earthen door slid to one side, and the Dai Li agent chaperoning her motioned for her to enter the familiar room. She was only too happy to oblige. Lately it seemed like such a good thing to just (Obey) go along with what was asked of her. Nothing bad had come of it so far, afterall. Smiling even wider, the acrobat noticed that Shin was already inside, and she moved eagerly to her seat.

Perhaps too eagerly. Ty Lee’s smile faltered a little at her bare ass made contact with the stone chair, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. Despite how much she wanted to stay with (Her Master) her jailor, she needed to break out. That was why she had been (Obeying) going along with this, wasn’t it?

She’d have to do it. She’d have to do it now, before she got too comfortable.

Shin took a moment to take in the sight of her as she moved to the chair. Apparently she was taking her obedience training to heart, despite them only starting it at the end of the last session, and her clothes…

Well, she lacked the jewellery that would eventually be adorning her, but the clothes alone made a good enough impression as to what she would look like in the end. The only thing covering her womanhood was a long, green sash, held in place by silver chains, one riding underneath and between her buttocks, then riding all the way up to the second set of chains that attached to the ‘bra’, two half-cups of deep green cloth that would ensure her ‘assets’ stay in place were any dancing to take place, but left little to the imagination.

He didn’t miss the shiver when she sat down, yet another part of her training to make her look forward to coming to these sessions, help her resist less and make her more comfortable with the lessons he taught her. So far, it had seemed to be effective.

“Good morning Ty Lee, I trust you slept well?” He asked, waving his hand to remove her manacles.
“Yeah…yeah…” She responded not looking quite as enthusiastic as he expected, distractedly looking at the table and rubbing a wrist.

“I’m sorry, is something wrong? You seem a little…well, upset.”

She was tearing up. Something was very wrong here. Perhaps he should rethink having her restrained.

“W-Why…why do you have to be so nice?” She asked, sincerely.

“We-…I…”

The question took him off-guard, it was fair to say. He only got halfway to forming a sentence before she leapt at him, quick, accurate jabs robbing him of movement and bending, but not of consciousness, as she flipped over the top of his chair towards the wall where the exit was.

She had no idea what to do, now that she’d taken out the one person who threatened her, who could open the door, and who made her feel so good. But she had to save her friends. She had to, not matter how good it felt to (Obey) go along with what (Her Masters) they said.

“Help! There’s something wrong with Shin! Somebody get in here!”

“No-one’s going to open the door, Ty Lee.”

She winced on hearing him speak, even as she felt that it called to her. Even after what she’d done to him, he still sounded so calm. So caring. How could she have done that to him?

“W-Why not? Why not?!” She snapped, feeling herself tear up, her head resting on the wall

“Because they can’t resist the chair.” He stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“*Snff*…whuh?” She managed, trying to wrap her head around what he was saying, “ What ch-chair?”

“Your chair, Ty Lee. It’s a very special chair, which you need special training to be near. It’s connected to the spiritworld, and whoever gets within a certain distance of it gets an irresistible urge to rest on it. Relax on it.”

She turned around, flicking her gaze between the back of his chair and the front of hers. Is that why it felt so good to sit on it? It looked so ordinary, but she couldn’t deny that she didn’t look forward to relaxing on it.

“It starts as soon as you get near it. You find yourself looking at it, fearing, maybe doubting,” He carried on smoothly, “But then you realise that you’re looking at it anyway. Admiring it. Seeing how cosy and comfortable it is, or remembering how cosy and comfortable it was. How it felt like to sit on it, peaceful, comfortable and relaxing. How that feeling builds up within you, that remembrance of it being so relaxing and wonderful.”

Ty Lee nodded dumbly, looking at the chair. She felt a little light-headed everytime he said the word ‘relaxing’, like her thoughts emptied for a moment before she put them back in, and every time he said it they were getting splayed even further apart.

She didn’t want them to scatter, she needed to think of a way out, but it was so…TEMPTING just to let them go like that as he carried on.

“The urge to just sit and relax grows, more and more every second, more and more every breath, just wanting to sit on the chair and relax, knowing how comfortable and relaxing it is…”

“I…” She felt strange, something wasn’t right, “I can’t…”

“But you want to,” He followed on, “And that urge to relax just grows and grows until it starts taking control of you. How are your legs?”

“My…” She wanted to look down to check what he was talking about, but then…she didn’t. Couldn’t.

There was something wrong happening, but…she was finding it more exciting than anything else. Knowing she should be fighting ‘something’ and wasn’t was very thrilling for a reason she couldn’t explain. She was being a good girl.

Shin could hear her moan lightly from her position by the door; she must have thought of one of her triggers. It was a comfort to know that even her own mind didn’t want her to escape.

“Yes, your legs, because the more you find yourself relaxing, the more you can feel that urge to go to the chair and sit down grow, the more that urge takes control of you, starting with your legs. You’ll notice they start to feel tingly, like the chair is trying to take control of them.”

“Noooo…” He heard her reply in a plaintive whine which told him that she was far too suggestible after their past three sessions.

It really was a pity that he had been paralysed so he couldn’t see her struggle against what he was doing. What he HAD done. But then he was pleased that she at least didn’t knock him unconscious, or take his voice away. Otherwise things would be going a lot worse for him right now.

“Oh yes Ty Lee, and they just feel stranger and stranger as you lose more and more control of them, as the urge to relax grows. You can feel control of them slipping away now, leaving you, as much as you try to fight it. Your legs belong to the urge, and the urge belongs to the chair. You can feel your legs begin to move you towards the chair. Try to fight it, fight the irresistible force as it moves you to the chair. Makes you obey.”

Ty Lee let out another, deeper moan as the word hit her, her hands touching back on the wall even as her feet swivelled away from it.

“O-Obey…” She repeated to herself, arching her back as another thrum of pleasure ran through her, “Ahh, ahhh, n-no…”

She thought of her friends, Azula and Mai. They needed her, she HAD to fight this…but everytime she thought of that she thought of how hot it was she was losing the fight. How powerless she was before her urges and (Master’s) Shin’s words.

She managed to tear her gaze away towards her legs, which were feeling really weird, like there was someone else at the strings, and they were pulling her right back to where she was.

“You can just feel that urge totally control your legs now, sloooowwly moving you towards the chair, your right leg feeling the pull strongest as the urge starts to climb up your body, controlling more and more of you.”

Ty Lee clenched her teeth as she saw her right leg raise, her heart hammering in her chest.

‘I’m being controlled.’

The thought turned her on just as much as it terrified her as she took a faltering step towards the chair. One more step towards surrendering. To her submission.

“Naa! Haa…s-sub…” She managed to stop herself repeating the word outloud, but it still swirled around her mind, growing stronger as she continued forward, like a persistent tongue on her clit, sapping the strength out of her. Sapping out her will to resist.

She tried to move her arms down, to maybe grab a leg and forcibly stop it, but she found them stubbornly frozen, unable to move, their strings cut. Ty Lee could feel her thoughts trickle down her leg with her juices as she took another, halting step forward. She wanted to touch herself; maybe if she did then the cloudiness in her mind would go away.

‘But I can’t touch myself,’ She thought suddenly, ‘I haven’t been given permission.’

She almost fell over from the shock of pleasure that went through her as her mind slowly accepted what its body wanted, and the invisible, incredibly erotic shackles that held her. That forced her to submit.

“Nuhh…I…” She tried in desperation, now only a step behind (Master’s) Shin’s chair, “M-my fuh-friends…I…I need to-”

“You need to relax, Ty Lee,” He finished for her, her resolve shattering with a sigh, “Just relax and obey your urges, letting them take you to the chair.”

“Yuh-yes…” She murmured, now gliding up along side him, eyes half-lidded and fixed on her destination, “Obey-aah! Mmm…”

It struck him, now that he saw her haltingly move past him, her bare ass swaying and her juices apparent, just how little he needed to encourage her; to reinforce her conditioning. She was loving not being able to resist, that’s why she made such a show of it, and let him smoothly interrupt it with obedience. Perhaps he had tapped into some vast ocean of unexplored urges she had that they hadn’t even picked up on before these sessions of theirs.

“I-nnnn…” She noised, shivering with anticipation as she moved within a step of her seat, “I-I can’t sto…suh…ahh…”

“That’s right Ty Lee, you can’t stop yourself. You’ve submitted to the urge. To the pleasure,” He enjoyed the little squeak she made when he said that, but smoothly carried on, “Now all that’s left is to sit on the chair, and when you do, you have permission to come, and then drift into a deep, relaxing sleep.”

She stood infront of the chair and turned, slowly, torturously, using every fibre of her being to try and stop herself…yet not doing a thing at all to help break free. Her eyes were already shut, her breathing deep and ragged as she slowly lowering herself down, whimpering.

“Noooooo, muh-mast-“

Her ass touched the chair, and as soon as it did she almost looked to shoot right back off it, her head snapping back as she bucked uncontrollably, screaming and moaning at equal intensity before finally slowing, winding down as her head lolled forward, the second part of his command taking hold as she fell into a deep trance.

Shin breathed a sigh of relief, letting his own head, about the only thing he could move, slump against the back of his own seat. For a few moments there, he had feared the worst; if he hadn’t been able to speak, the Dai Li outside might well have opened the door, and then who knows what could have happened. Small mercies.

He flicked his eyes back down to her form again; now still, just breathing and waiting for him to say something, not writhing in pleasure or in guilt. He couldn’t find it within himself to blame her for acting like she did, perhaps he would have acted the same way if their positions were reversed.

“Ty Lee,” He asked, trying and failing to sit up, “See your chart in front of you. How deep does it say you are?”

“…I can’t tell…” She finally admitted after a short, stress-free pause.

He spent a while just admiring her, thinking about where to go now that she was so deep she couldn’t explain it in numbers.

“Listen very carefully Ty Lee. I’m going to tell you a very special story…”

*****

Ty Lee was nervous. She was a very experienced dancer, but every time she was singled out by her Master and requested to dance, she was nervous. Nervous and sooo horny.

She admired herself in the mirror, trying out a few poses. Her dancing costume was as immaculate as ever, her silver anklets and cuffs perfectly matching her collar and the chains running between them. She brought her hand up and ran a finger along the ring in her collar, feeling a light tingle in her pussy as she did so. Maybe if she performed really well, he’d decide to leash her to his throne and pet her while attending to his duties…whatever they were. She wasn’t permitted to think about those.

Sashaying from one side of the room to the other, she felt a rising desire to touch herself in her sexy outfit, squeeze a breast or finger her cunt until she came.

‘A good girl waits for her Master’s permission.’ She thought, groaning at how good it felt to think that.

Ty Lee could wait for that permission. She would have to; she was powerless to resist her Master’s orders. They felt too good to even think of disobeying them.

A soft chime sounded in the other room, and her heart leaped into her throat. It was performance time. Soothing her nerves as best she could, she put on as coy a face as was possible, smoothly left her preparation room and entered the main hall. There were others there of course, all worthless in her eyes; she doubted she even saw their faces, much less remembered them. They were nothing to her.

Only one pair of eyes in the room mattered, and she felt her insides melt as they settled upon her. Outwardly, however, she did her best to compose herself properly, kneeling, legs spread, head down with her arms behind her back, as she had been instructed to by her Master whenever she was to enter his presence, or his hers. There was an awfully long pause as the conversation died to nothing in the room, her Master making sure she had everyone’s attention before speaking up, Ty Lee did her best to keep her breathing steady and her body unflinching from the electric tingling up and down her spine. Waiting for his word so she could be released.

“Begin.”

It was like a dam had burst; she could barely get out her breathy ‘Yes Master’ before the drums began pounding and her body slowly, sinuously unwound, hands twisting out and upward as if she was being dragged to her feet by her Master’s will alone. She felt flushed, she felt alive, and she felt like the most wanted girl in the world. She let out another heated breath, her breasts tight against the fabric as she began to move.

She twisted and swayed across the room, letting the sound of the drums fill her, its pulse becoming her own as she moved to her Master’s pleasure. Yes, she was the most wanted girl in the world. The world was her Master, and right now he wanted her. She could feel it like the fire in her blood, forcing her into more lewd, more graceful steps, the sash covering her sex swaying out of the way for a heartbeat before gliding back into place, the delicate fabric just adding to her excitement with every graze across her skin. She could have danced forever. She wanted to dance forever.

All too soon the drums began to die down, her rhythm slowing as she moved back into the centre of the room. She could have been dancing for hours, but she didn’t remember and she didn’t care, all she knew was that she NEEDED release. Her pussy throbbed as she assumed her position, her breaths were coming out as needful pants, growing ever more desperate the longer she held herself in self-restrained bondage. She barely noticed that the other nobles had left the room. Now it was just her…and her Master’s word.

His mobility was already returning to him, evidently the creature writhing infront of him had not put too much power into her attacks due to either her compulsion not to harm him or through genuine kindness. He found that he didn’t care either way at that particular point.

She had taken to the fantasy with a much greater earnestness than she did when he introduced it yesterday, perhaps because of the manner of her induction. She was squirming on her chair, grinding her bare pussy into the cold stone. He wasn’t concerned that she’d get herself off from the action; she could excite herself to the brink, even move how high the brink went, but ultimately, she could not come. She came at his say so.

And for the moment, he was perfectly happy to watch her writhe.

“You may pleasure yourself, but do not come.” He ordered coolly, watching her arms quickly move off the rests and all over her body, caressing and teasing.

“Ohh thankyooouu…” She sighed, one hand sliding underneath her sash.

“Thankyou…what?” He pressed, watching her hips move towards her fingers.

“Maaaaster…” She eventually managed to moan out, almost rising up out of the chair as she eagerly rose to touch herself.

Shin smiled. This, and the sessions he would have after this, were one of the reasons he really liked being part of this branch of the Dai Li. He certainly wasn’t the best Earthbender in the organisation, but to be able to condition such beautiful women made it…well, a desirable occupation.

“Do you wish to come?” He asked plainly, still shirking away from calling her a slave just yet. Early days. He would wait until she considered herself as such.

“Mmmm…”

“Answer properly or I will take your hands away.”

“Yes, Master…Mmm…” She replied quickly, the threat having worked wonders on her grammar.

“Repeat the first lesson of obedience.”

Her eyes flickered underneath their lids at the word ‘obedience’ as another shot of erotic bliss ran through her. Catching her breath, her other hand began to sneak down to the sash, her legs spreading wider in anticipation.

“A-arousal is obedience; Oh-obe-dience is ara-arousal.” She barely got through, her other hand having found its target.

“Again. Settle into a rhythm.”

“Arous-sal is obed-ience,” She took a sharp intake of breath, “Ob-obedience i-is arousal.”

“Now keep on repeating that until I give you any other orders.”
This…should be fun.

Ty Lee had almost forgotten what it was she was saying, playing with herself infront of her Master. The words just fell from her lips as truth while her far-too-inquisitive hands plucked and played her like a harp. Her Master’s harp. She made herself sing for him. The palace floor underneath Ty Lee was flooded with her juices from being aroused for so long. She had been teetering at the brink of her orgasm for at least fifteen minutes now; the only thing stopping her from outright begging him to let her come was the fact he hadn’t given her permission.

Which, naturally, made her arousal all the more acute.

“A-a-arousal, is uuh-obedience…obe…obedience is…is arousal…”

And everytime she did as was told, it was like she was pushing on something that just wouldn’t budge. Tears were flowing from her eyes; she’d never felt this GOOD…this TORTURED…in all her life. She wanted it to end and never to end at the same time. Suddenly, his voice walked through her blaze of pleasure and stoked her to greater heights.

“Do you wish to come now?”

“Oooh, y-yes Mastuuh-Master. Please.” She struggled, trying to be as proper as she could be when addressing her owner.

“Beg for it.”

She thought that he’d never ask.

“Puh-please Master!! L-let…l-let your slave-naah! Please let your s-slave come, M-master.”

Her hands worked desperately inside her pussy, teasing her clit, trying everything they possibly could to send her over the edge, to show her Master how powerless she was without him, how much she NEEDED him to release her from her jerking, shivering, rapturous state.

“Please…M-Master…”

There was the briefest of pauses.

“Very well slave, you may come.”

She didn’t scream. She didn’t make much of any sound, actually, all her words were stolen from her. All her hearing. All her sights. All her smells. She just came. She bucked and came and nothing else.

And it was wonderful.

*****

“Five.” Shin finished, watching her rouse out of her trance.

He had enjoyed playing with her for the past twelve or so hours, but now their time was up and it was time for her to rest for tomorrow’s session. He’d made wonderful progress by his estimation; it wouldn’t take long for him to completely adapt her to her new role in life, happily and without compliant.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, giving her a smile as she subconsciously brought a hand up to drift past her breast.

She looked up to him thoughtfully for a moment before leaning back and focusing on the floor, blushing a little.

“Sexy,” She finally admitted, a hand stroking teasingly at her midriff, “Sexy and...good.”

“Great.” He replied, “I’m glad you take pleasure at being here.”
She shifted a little at ‘pleasure’, her hand dipping a little lower as it wandered across her midriff before retracting back suddenly, a scared look in her grey eyes.

“Um, Ma-uh…Shin…I’m…I’m sorry for hitting you like that. If I’d have known I couldn’t…” She quivered a little, her upset apparent, “I…I’m so sorry…”

He got up and crossed the room, giving her a hug which she readily accepted. Part of his job was making sure she was happy and felt loved…though there were other perks, such as feeling her soft white skin under his hands.

“Hey, hey, shh,” He comforted, feeling her sob into his shoulder, “It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone about it.”

“You won’t?”

“No,” He confirmed, pulling back a little, lightly holding her hands in his, “But I don’t want you doing anything like that again, understand?”

He kept her gaze, making sure she knew he meant it. Her eyes, however, showed a lot of confliction, from her desire to obey him and from her desire to rescue her friends.

“But…” She struggled, though not breaking eye contact.

“No ‘buts’” He confirmed, “Unless you want to be a Bad Girl.”

She physically flinched at the trigger phrase, and shook her head quickly.

“No, no, I don’t want to be a…one of those.”

“Then no more escape attempts, okay?”

She hesitated another moment and then relented, bowing her head.

“Yes Mast…umm, I mean Shin.” She corrected herself, her fantasies temporarily overriding her sensibilities.

At least, they were fantasies for the moment.

“Alright,” He said, standing up to his full height, “Now our session together is almost over for today Ty Lee, but there’s still a couple of things left I think we should do. Stand up.”

Even Ty Lee seemed surprised at how quickly she snapped to attention, looking a little lost before relaxing into a more casual pose. Smiling, Shin took her gently by the shoulders and walked her away from her chair.

“Firstly,” He began, “I’d like to know what you think about dancing.”

Her uneasiness at how easily and quickly she obeyed his command fled her mind as soon as he mentioned THAT activity.

“Dancing,” She mouthed, letting it ease over her tongue, “I…do you want me to dance for you?”

It was half genuine question, half wanton invitation. Her heart already began to beat faster with anticipation, a familiar heat settling over her body at the possibility of fulfilling her desires. Suddenly the hands on her shoulders felt…unreasonably good. Yes, she would dance for (her Master) Shin if he wanted…

“No,” He replied, her hopes dying a little, “I was just curious if you’d care to learn how to.”

“How…” She began, but trailed off.

She hadn’t considered that before. Despite her deep-seated love of dancing, she had never learned much about it, nor done much of it. Those facts puzzled her for a moment…but only a moment. Evidently, she would be a fool to pass up such lessons now that they had been freely offered to her.

“Yes, yes I would. Can you teach me?” She asked eagerly, looking over to him with a smile on his face.

“Ha! Not me, no. But I can be there during, if you want.” He smiled back.
(Master) Shin had a lovely smile. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

“I’d like that…” She grinned coyly, a stray hand playing with the hem of his robe before she remembered he said there were two things he wanted to do, “What’s the second thing we need to do?”

Before she realised it, his finger tapped against her forehead and she slumped forward, Shin carrying most of her weight as mindless bliss took her.

“Now,” He answered, the earthen wall opening up, “I just want you to listen…”

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“T…Two!”

After their first session together, Mai’s ‘handler’ had begun to talk to her. Well ‘talk’ was a bit of a stretch, he only said two phrases, over and over, turning what was once simple torture into a ‘game’…though Mai knew it was anything but. This was a game for her free will, and she didn’t want to lose it. She couldn’t afford to lose it.

Silently accepting her answer, the handler moved out of her line of sight, away from her face and towards another pair of needles he’d placed somewhere on her body. She couldn’t stop him from doing what he was going to do, just like all those other times she had given that answer. She couldn’t move an inch, suspended from the ground by solid steel bars rather than chains now, rigid and unyielding.

Again, she tried feebly to prepare herself for what was going to happen, but it was only half-hearted now. There was no preparing for it. Instead, she resolved to convince herself of the truth, of how her answer was the right answer in the half-second she would be afforded to think.

It was ‘two’. One plus one was two. She knew it was. He couldn’t change that. He couldn’t make her say otherwise. He-

He sunk the two needles into her thigh this time. She let out a strained, stinging gasp as her muscles cramped up…then much, much louder noises as they continued to compress, aggravate, twist and enflame. It was like her muscles were being replaced with lactic acid, but unlike a workout she couldn’t stop it; slowly but surely she felt her muscles being burnt, melted away from the inside out. If she had the capability to think past the pain, she would be wondering if it was what muscle death felt like. As it was though she’d gone past thinking, or screaming; her eyes rolling up into back of her head as she desperately fought to fall into unconsciousness, an impossible task thanks to the needle inserted into the back of her neck.

He silently watched her twitch in her bonds, thankful that he’d opted for extra padding in the bindings. She would have seriously hurt herself by now from the occasional spasms she underwent.

He came back infront of her and knelt, looking at her face. Tutting a little, he wiped some of the froth from her lips with a bit of his robe. If he were honest, he’d say he almost pitied her. The only thing that kept him from removing the needles early was the fact that she was bringing it all upon herself. If she were not so stubborn, it wouldn’t be happening to her, it was as simple as that.

Her eyes were completely white now, and the noises she was making had gone far past screaming, he expected that she must have worn out those vocal chords by now. Or had started swallowing her own tongue. Taking another needle from out of his robes he sank it into the side of her neck, stopping the noises, keeping the pressure of her pain purely internal for the time being.

Standing, he watched impassively as the lack of verbal release caused her to pitch another small fit, though she hardly seemed aware of it. Curious, he slapped her face; a luxury he didn’t usually allow himself to take with prisoners. Her expression and movements didn’t change noticeably from the impact, though she had begun to drool again. Mentally shrugging, he walked to her side, patiently waiting another minute before acting once more, removing the two needles as he pushed one buried in the base of her spine a little further in.

“One plus one equals three.”

Mai moaned back into awareness, her eyes rolling back down as the white-hot fury of her pain ebbed to nothing, being replaced by…something very nice. Despite herself she found her body reacting again, her breaths turning deep as she felt that pleasant, tingling warmth that came with his words.

“One plus one equals three.”

She didn’t want to listen. She didn’t want to agree. She didn’t agree. But she needed this, she NEEDED to feel like this. She’d been through so much pain, and what he was doing felt so good she couldn’t disagree with him; it wasn’t in her to deny what she was being offered.

“One plus one equals three.”

Mai clung to the words pathetically, trying to banish even the memory of pain as she felt her hips work to a new beat as, slowly, surely, she began to crest; her neediness being washed away on an ocean of ecstasy. There was no need to think, she doubted she could even if she wanted to, thinking was an unnecessary pain. She wanted to avoid that.

“One plus one equals three.”

As far as she was concerned, and she found herself beyond concerns at the moment, he could say that phrase forever.

He saw her eyes glaze over and knew she was gone again, but this time to a much happier place. She seemed to slip into it more easily every time it happened, her resistance to the technique having been slowly ground down over days of blinding pain.

He kept up the whispered phrase close to her ear, idly toying with a strand of her hair as he watched her chest rise and fall steadily, finding her slow, deep breaths a very useful barometer for how long he should keep up his low chant. She was perspiring quite heavily, and she had been given no opportunity for a shower ever since she entered the compound. He found he didn’t mind the way she smelled; it had an interesting smoulder to the scent that he presumed all Fire Nation girls had, having never been so close to an unwashed one before.

“One plus one equals three.”

He narrowed his eyes as her breath hitched, but it was just a reflex to what he was doing; his hand trailing down her back towards the needle in her spine, waiting to pull it out.

This one had lasted the longest, by far. He had done this training with hundreds of people over the years, the same needles, the same room, the same procedure. After all those years, this one was the only one to have lasted more than a day. Let alone two days. But the signs were there for him to see. She was cracking now. It was what happened. Everybody cracks.

Saying the phrase once more, he hesitated for a second, taking in her blissful expression one last time before he slid the needle partially out, letting the effects of the needle wear off. He shifted back, watching her blink out of her rapturous state. He’d give her a second or so to feel it first.

She’d been ripped out of heaven. Mai barely suppressed a whimper as the room came back into focus, her thoughts picking up again. She knew she shouldn’t want what he was giving her, but it was the only good thing left in her life. She’d forgotten anything other than the pain she’d suffered. Dim, vague thoughts teased her. Friends…Ty Lee and Azula…but they were pale. There was no force of feeling behind them, nothing like what that sanguine trance was to her…or the pain that came before it.

‘Zuko?’

…She didn’t know. She didn’t know if she could outlast this just for him. Just for the chance he would come and rescue her…or see her. She didn’t know anything anymore.

She felt the needle in the side of her neck slide out, freeing up her voice beyond pathetic mews and gasps. Mai found that she couldn’t meet the gaze of her handler anymore. Not willingly, at any rate.

“One plus one equals…”

“…”

She bit her lip, stymieing what it was she wanted to say.

“…Two.”

Instead saying what she needed to say.

Silently, the man stepped to the side to put the needles back in. Tears slid in well-worn tracks down her face, though she kept herself from sobbing aloud.

She really didn’t know anything anymore.

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Ty Lee’s first thought was why she was stood in the middle of a room by herself. Trying to get to one of the seats, her second thought was why she couldn’t move from the middle of the room.

Concentrating as hard as she could she tried to raise at least a toe off the ground, but to no avail. She was stuck where she was, held by a powerful force. She entertained the idea that it was someone’s will that kept her stuck where she was and she shivered at the thought…a shiver that, to her slight concern and contentment, was not born out of fear.

Looking around, she tried to get a bearing on where she was. It was a relatively well decorated room, with a green fireplace and an ornate black oak desk set before an antique armchair. She wondered if these were someone’s private quarters. Shin’s, maybe?

Her eyes narrowed a little. (Master) Shin. The last thing she could remember was…it was…dancing lessons! Shin had offered to give her dancing lessons! If she could have done Ty Lee would have given a little leap of joy, but she had to make do with a shimmy instead, her sash stroking against her legs at the movement. The acrobat wondered when they’d begin; tomorrow maybe? The sooner the better.

But then she remembered the promise she made. No more escape attempts. She frowned for a moment, wondering why she’d want to escape anyway before remembering her friends…but then, if they were being treated like she was then why would they want to leave either? She supposed, sadly, it wasn’t likely they were treated the same. Shin said himself that she was lucky she got him.

And she was. Ty Lee felt VERY lucky to have had him looking out for her inside this place. Maybe she could talk him into making her friends lives easier, it was the least she could do for them now that she couldn’t help them herself.

For a second she questioned that thought, but then she realised it was true. She couldn’t help them anymore…her Master hadn’t said she could.

Ty Lee felt another delicious ripple go through her at the thought. She knew she didn’t have a ‘Master’ of course, no-one had claimed her or anything, but it was a fun little fantasy to entertain while she was being ‘trained’ by Shin.

Then again…it really DID feel like she was being trai-
The door behind her slid open and Ty Lee stopped thinking. She couldn’t turn properly to see who stepped through, and for some reason she knew it would be bad manners to call out to find out who it was. She found the impulse a little odd, but couldn’t come up with a good reason to ignore the desire and so relented to it. She’d find out who it was when they moved around the front anyway.

The person walked up behind her and Ty Lee felt the edges of his aura brush against hers. It wasn’t Shin’s, but it was a man’s. She felt her heartbeat quicken as her own aura capitulated underneath his, not so much melding with it, just being pushed down. Dominated. She could feel his eyes on her back, on the chains holding her clothes in place. She found herself hoping that he’d reach out and touch them, maybe unfix them and take off her-

-What was she thinking?! Ty Lee cringed at herself angrily; there was something wrong with her to even be entertaining ideas like that, no matter how…tempting they may be! She didn’t even know who this guy was, let alone was sort of person he was! She never had thoughts like that when she was with her friends…well, at least not in situations like this, anyway.

She felt whoever it was move around her to the side, though they still kept a respectable, if disappointing distance from her body. She felt the urge to turn her head, or at least glance to the side to take a look, but she stopped herself from doing so, eyes fixed straight ahead. It wouldn’t do to stare, something told her. Ty Lee’s legs felt weak as she waited for the person to finish their inspection of her. Strangely she found herself standing a little straighter, a little more ‘properly’; if she was up for inspection she at least wanted the person to like what they saw. It was stupid, but she was too used to showing herself off to stop doing it now.

And it’s not a bad thing to look good, right?

Long Feng already liked the looks of this one; she was even more beautiful than he suspected her to be. The dancing costume helped of course, but it merely enhanced what was already there.

He was quite surprised when he moved up to her side and she didn’t attempt to look at him. Surprised, but pleased. The Dai Li agent that had been assigned to her had been able to make amazing progress to have had her conditioned with basic protocols at this early stage. Usually it was lucky to even be able to stick them to the floor this far into ‘training’.

He noticed she was standing straighter, now that she was more aware of his gaze, and he smiled, knowing that were she trained to do that she would have been stood at attention the moment he came into the room, maybe even before then. Perhaps not all of her current behaviour was the Dai Li’s doing afterall. He found the notion pleasing; the less she needed to be inducted the more she could keep of herself afterwards. It would just be boring if she ended up anything like a Joo Dee.

Stepping infront of her, he noticed she still hadn’t tracked her eyes up to see him, instead focusing ahead, like she was looking right through him. Very promising.

“You may look at me.” He invited, her eyes immediately flickering up to take him in. She had very unusual grey eyes. Exotic fare indeed.

He looked down and noticed her legs were shook a little from looking at him. Long Feng raised an eyebrow at the movement; just how far had the agent managed to go with this one?

“You may kneel, if you feel uncomfortable in your current position.” He said testingly, turning towards the fireplace to await her reaction.

Ty Lee bit her lip, not taking her eyes off the man, now that she had permission to look. Why did she wait for that, anyway? And why WAS she so uncomfortable standing up infront of him? Yes, he looked powerful, looked commanding...and she could FEEL his control, but…

Her eyes flicked down to the floor and back up again. She couldn’t really kneel infront of this man, could she? Even if it DID feel appropriate, and she wasn’t saying it did, it would be wrong.

Her eyes flicked down to the floor again.

Wouldn’t it?

She looked back to the man indecisively, and she suddenly felt a pang of humour at the action. She was looking at him to tell her which option to pick; if she’d been ORDERED to kneel, she’d have done it happily, she realised, the same as if she’d been ordered to stand. Now that she’d been given a choice in the matter she had no idea which one to go for…a flock without a shepherd. Kneeling felt more fitting to her, but…

She decided to keep on standing. For the moment, at least. It’s probably what her friends would have wanted, right?

Though not actively looking at her, Long Feng had observed the struggle she went through. It was a pity that she had opted to stand rather than follow his suggested alternative, but then he didn’t expect her to either. He continued to gaze into the fire rather than at her, aiming to keep this first conversation with her more formal than the…more intimate ones they were going to be having later.

“You are Ty Lee, correct?”

“Y-Yes…umm…”

Despite himself he raised an eyebrow at her response; she seemed to be struggling to come up with a term of address for him. A sly, slightly apologetic smile graced his face at how endearing he found her mannerisms.

“My apologies, I haven’t introduced myself,” He said, deciding to face her afterall, “I am Long Feng leader of the Dai Li, and as of a few weeks ago, of Ba Sing Se as well. You my address me as your Lord.”

The girl nodded, a glint of fear in her eyes after he mentioned his name. Azula must have told her friends all about him…he imagined it was a less than flattering description.

“Yes…my Lord.” She replied hesitantly, but more comfortably than before. To know the name of your enemy is still something of a comfort even if you know nothing else.

Long Feng swept away from the fireplace to take his seat in the room. In truth, he’d already seen enough to know he’d made the right decision in her method of training and was satisfied the agent was doing a good job of enforcing it. However, he found he wanted to talk to her a little more before letting her leave. See how a little power play would work.

“So,” He began, staring levelly at her, “The agent in charge of you has requested that you be allowed to take…’dancing lessons’.”

“Umm…yes, my Lord.”

Ty Lee didn’t like where this line was leading to. She suddenly became very aware that the man infront of her had the power to do whatever he liked with her. That was scary. Scary, and…well, kinda hot.

“And why, exactly, should I fufill this request of his?” He asked levelly, looking hard at her.

She lowered her eyes and struggled for an answer. What could she give this man to make him agree?

“I…I promise to be good my Lord,” She tried, “I won’t try to run away or anything.”

“You couldn’t run away even if you tried,” He countered swiftly, “You’re not making a very convincing argument for me.”

Ty Lee’s eyes fell even lower, to the floor. What could she give him? Information? She didn’t know anything useful, she always let Azula work on things like that…maybe…information on Azula? But what was there to tell? Then again, maybe she didn’t need to know anything, as long as he THOUGHT she knew something…

“Umm…” She delayed, just to break the silence, “I…I could…I could tell you things about my friends, or the Fire Nation. My Lord.”

“No need. We already know enough, and I doubt you have any revelations that we haven’t yet uncovered,” He replied dismissively, leaning back, “So I see no reason to allow you to have your lessons.”

A sudden rush of panic filled Ty Lee. She NEEDED those lessons! Not knowing what else to do she reverted to what she felt was most appropriate, hastily kneeling on the ground before kow-towing to him in desperation.

“Please my Lord! I-I’ll do anything! Anything my Lord asks! Just…just please let me dance! Please!”

Ty Lee felt so humiliated. Here she was, begging for being allowed to do an activity that was apparently more important than friendship or escaping…but yet…impossibly…she was getting a little thrill from it. The acrobat knew she meant what she said just then, she really would do anything; and her Lord had the power to make her to carry it out. Even if he ignored her begging and took away her lessons, she knew she would obey the decision without complaint. Ty Lee knew she should be worried about this apparent compulsion, but…it wasn’t in her, for some reason.
Afterall, if someone else was looking after her then what did she have to worry about? There was nothing she could do about it.

Long Feng took a long moment to reply, enjoying the almost serpine figure flattened on the floor before her. She looked so much more at home kneeling than she did standing, so much so even she seemed to know it, her breathing having noticeably deepened since waiting for his answer. She hadn’t added anything else on her argument to persuade him either, another good trait. She knew her limits between begging and demanding.

“Very well. I will arrange for you to have lessons.” He relented.

“Oh! Thankyou my Lord!” She replied, smiling as she straightened herself, but didn’t get up off her knees. It would appear she did indeed have a taste for it.

Long Feng, of course, never had any intention of denying her the lessons necessary for her future ‘occupation’. He just wanted to see what she would do for them…and he was satisfied. Having now seen her and heard her, he found little more need to find out about her right now, there would be plenty of time for that later, when she could be trusted enough to move more…freely…in his presence.

He gestured towards the door, letting it slide open to reveal the agent training her stood there.

“I am satisfied. Take her back to her cell.” He ordered simply, looking bored with the pair of them.

“Of course my Lord,” He said in his naturally soft lilt, gliding into the room to rest near his subject, lightly touching her back, “You may rise, and find your legs are now unstuck.”

He watched as his agent gently helped her up, noting the pleasant surprise on her face when she found she could indeed walk, as they moved away and out of his room. She shifted to lean against him as they moved, unnecessarily so; it would seem that this particular agent had succeeded in getting her to trust the very organisation that was taking her apart and reshaping her. He would be rewarded when his work was done.

And there was one more visitor to entertain before he had to leave and get back to Ba Sing Se…

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Mai was half-walking, half being dragged somewhere. Her daily torture was over, however long that took, but she was dimly aware they weren’t taking her back to her cell this time.

She found herself not caring much. Either she was already recovering from her half-remembered torture, something she doubted, or she was too tired to care. She just wanted to curl up and sleep somewhere. Maybe have some of the dry, crusty bread they gave her, but then the last time she tried to eat it just came back up an hour or so later. Though the needles he used seemingly left no lasting physical trauma, the memories were often enough to induce nausea.

A rock wall infront of her shifted, and she gazed blearily up as she was led into an opulent room with a very important looking man sat behind a desk. To her right she felt a fire. Pleasant warmth; something she hadn’t felt in a long while. For some reason feeling it bolstered her, like it was building up her own inner fire as she tried to stand properly, taking more of her weight out of the hands of the agents holding her.

“And you’re Mai.” The man behind the desk stated, more to announce her presence than as a question.

“…Long Feng?”

He was surprised; he didn’t expect her to be aware of her surroundings so soon after her session, let alone enough to take a guess at who he was. He gave her a satisfied smile. This one was strong.

“Indeed. I trust your friend Azula has told you all about me.”

“A few things...none of them good…looking at you I…can see why.” She managed, swaying as she tried to get her balance back on her feet.

Long Feng appraised the girl. The guards escorting her hadn’t seen fit to throw any clothes on her for the visit, so he took his time to drink in the sight. Her skin was very pale, probably a lot paler than normal given her treatment; it was almost white. In wonderful contrast to this was her long raven-black hair, which from the looks of it swept down to just below the middle of her back, some of it obscuring her nicely sized breasts. Looking up at her face, he noted her rather regal features and her striking eyes…but there was something off about them, like she was drunk and couldn’t focus them properly, her slight frown of concentration backing up the theory.

“I’m pleased that you can still find time to make jokes. Your friends, however, aren’t finding things so funny.”

He saw her hands twitch for a moment, like she was going to make a move to attack him, but couldn’t remember how to do it.

“If you hurt them…” She breathed, sounding both threatening and exhausted at the same time.

Little did she realise that she just showed how effectively her torture was getting to her. Cold indifference seemed to be too tiresome an act to keep up in her current condition.

“Well that depends entirely on you, and how co-operative you’re willing to be.”

Mai cursed herself. She slipped up there. Now they really were going to hurt her friends…

No…no wait, they weren’t. She remembered them; they were valuable. But then wasn’t she valuable? Weren’t they hurting her?

Mai closed her eyes, trying to think things through. It was hard, like she was moving through fog to find answers made of clouds…but she eventually found an answer she was satisfied with.

“…How about…you just let us go?”

She opened her eyes and looked back at the man, trying to gauge his reaction. She failed; she could hardly see the floor clearly enough let alone a man on the other side of the room, it took too much effort to focus.

“And why would I do that?”

At least her ears were working properly, that was a relief. He sounded more curious than angry at her suggestion, as if he were…testing her? She wondered if she was really up for playing any more games today. Then again, it wasn’t like it could get MUCH worse, and this might be her only opportunity to get a few words in against the man in charge before…before whatever happened, happened.

“So you…can prove to Azula…you’re not just a bastard?”

“Well that’s sweet, but I don’t care what-”

“-So are you keeping us here…just because you…lack the social skills to get girls normally? You…need the Dai Li to pick up a date?”

Long Feng liked this one. Even after so much punishment, she was still capable of trying to make her torturer look like a fool. He liked girls with spirit very much, it made it all the more entertaining when they were finally broken down into soft little playthings.

Standing up, he moved right over to her, settling a little closer, but still out of reach, should she attempt a quick lunge at him. She tried to look at him, but struggled, her pupils widening and dilating too much. Eventually she gave up, choosing dejectedly to look at the floor.

“Not capable of meeting my eye?” He smiled.

“No…” She muttered, “Just…don’t want to look…at that ugly face of yours…”

He stepped forwards and placed a hand under her chin, cupping it and raising her head. She tried to resist, but it quickly subsided, she was in no condition to do so anyway. She looked angry. What a shame; he would like to see her smile, but he supposed she did very little of that even before she came here.

“I don’t suggest you make such jokes,” He kindly advised, brushing some hair out of her face, “Not unless you want your next appointment with the needles early.”

That got to her. Her eyes widened noticeably, and she tensed up in the Dai Li’s arms, some slight panic setting in. Evidently their needle-master had made quite the impression on her.

“Do you?”

“No. No…” She replied quickly, quicker than she would have liked if her half-scowl was anything to go by

“Good.” He complimented her, “It wouldn’t do if you broke when COMPLETELY exhausted, afterall.”

He let go of her chin, her head dropping down even as she sagged in the Dai Li’s arms. Such an agreeable girl she was, when given the proper incentives. Yes, Long Feng may well have found a diamond in the rough with this particular subject.

“You know Mai, I’ve wondered for a very long time now exactly what it was I was going to make you into. It’s been very hard to place a lady with your particular…talents.”

Mai snorted weakly, knowing he was referring to her current lack of attire rather than any skills she had at throwing knives or subterfuge. Despite that though, she was curious as to what he had planned for her. Currently she found her treatment came without much direction. Nothing she could prepare herself for. And if she knew what was planned, then perhaps she could go some way to resisting the changes…

Maybe.

“What’s in mind…need a cook?” She said, careful not to invoke so much wrath that she would indeed be going back to the needles.

“No,” She heard the man continue, “I was thinking of something much more personal.”

She jerked her head up with a start, eyes narrowing as if she’d only just noticed his presence in the room. If he thought he’d turn her into some sort of sex slave or something he was going to be sorely disappointed. Not least because she hadn’t the faintest idea on how to…’please’ a man, either. She’d always been a little too embarrassed to ask for tips, and her pride coupled with a disinterested exterior prevented her from getting over it.

Seeing the look she snapped at him, Long Feng held a hand up as if in apology for whatever he might have insinuated.

“Now now Mai, let’s not jump to conclusions…however well founded they might be,” He smiled, loving her expression, “I thought for the longest time of just simply turning you into a Joo Dee…but no, you’re obviously too proud and special for that. So you shall be working for me, as my…’assistant’, shall we say.”

“Glad to hear it…gives me more…opportunities to kill you…” Mai replied, fully aware she might be over-stepping the mark.

She didn’t care anymore. She resolved then and there to make sure it wasn’t going to happen. It COULDN’T happen. She was not going to spend the rest of her life as this man’s glorified maid, blowing his nose and wiping his ass for him every time he went for a shit. No, she couldn’t live like that. Not unless she got so messed up she forgot everything she ever cared about.

They were getting close enough to that already.

“Hmm,” He smiled, knowing full well her thoughts on the matter, “We’ll see, shall we? Until then…”

She watched uneasily as he moved out from infront of her and back to his desk, opening a drawer. She saw him remove a bunch of…something’s out of it, and approached her again. She didn’t care. She’d already made up her mind. Mai was clear enough to know if things continued as they were, then she would end up exactly as Long Feng said she would. Escape, it seemed, was no longer an option. Only one form of escape remained.

When she got back to her cell, she was going bite her tongue off. Choke on the blood. Escape.

Long Feng went around behind her and had the Dai Li present her hands to him. He pressed the crystal cuffs onto them, letting them form and snap shut tightly on her wrists, before moving down, putting the second pair on her ankles. She offered no resistance, but did experimentally rub one leg against another to ascertain exactly what he’d put on her.

He smiled as the way they made her look; her only clothing, two pairs of cuffs, the lighting in the room giving the obsidian looking crystals a dark gleam to them that matched her well. Very exotic. Very erotic.

He moved back infront of her, catching her questioning gaze. That, and a deeper intent behind it, one he’d just moved to prevent, in some ways.

“What…” She whispered, sounding a little stronger now, but still hazy.

“Just a precaution.” He explained.

He brought his hand up, and suddenly the cuffs all shot towards each other, melding behind her into an effective hog-tie. The Dai Li agents holding her were expecting it, and shifted their grips accordingly. She was not, and was now frantically trying to free herself from it, pulling and twisting in vain.

“You have so much potential. It would be a shame for you to do something we’d all regret.” He added, watching her squirm futilely.

“I’ll…never…” She said through gritted teeth, even as she exhausted herself.
Long Feng gave a light, short laugh before speaking again.

“No? Then answer this…one plus one equals-”

“Three.”

Mai gave a loud moan as she got her pleasurable reward for saying it, stopping her in her tracks. She didn’t think about her answer. It just…came out. Long Feng bent down, the girl now looking very confused with herself as her juices dripped onto the floor.

“Never?” He asked with a smirk, before holding up his last item and inserting it forcefully into her mouth, gagging her, its edges forming a net around her head to keep it in place.

Standing, he nodded to the guards to take her back to her cell. Bowing as well as they could, they left with their new ‘package’, twisting and screaming into her gag as loudly as she could.

Quite happy with himself, Long Feng settled back behind his desk. Things were going well. It wouldn’t be long before he could start working in earnest on his real prize…
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