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Suyin's Hell:	By : VladimirHarkonnen Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 14990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TWO WEEKS LATER:
Kuvira smiled as she strolled the grounds of her army. Lin Beifong had come perilously close to doing more harm to her army and to her cause than the Avatar had ever dreamed of doing. Involuntarily she stopped and shuddered, the memory of that rampage and all it meant was still clear and the power at her disposal meant Lin, after switching sides to join her mostly to torment Suyin, was given a wide berth. Oh there was plenty of hatred to be sure, but nobody with a will to live would openly and willfully challenge someone whose monstrous power could level an entire army if they wanted to live to a ripe old age.
It was also confirmed by a waterbender medic that Suyin was indeed pregnant, and pregnant with more than one child at that. She'd just come out of the appointment in question to savor the cold air of the early morning, the sun's rays over the horizon giving everything a beautiful red color. Suyin pregnant again, with more than one child by one of forty people, her son included.
Kuvira idly looked at her fingers in her gauntlets, deciding which of the forty she'd have defile her former surrogate mother in front of the bitch's cuckold, There were a few good choices. Bataar Jr. was an obvious one and the one she secretly hoped was the father even if that seemed a contrived concidence enough that if it were a romance written for the literate masses an author who came up with it would be a perverted hack. There was the rough and scarred lout who'd fucked her twenty-fifth in the list with a barbaric goatee, and a blind eye with a scar that rifted to the bone through his left cheek and three teeth missing with a clear gap.
Then there was General An Lushan, a rough and brutal figure who was the third in command of her armies and after Lin's murderous slaughter her most aggressive and best tactician left. He'd retooled the army and developed the spirit-vine technology, though her concept of the Iron Man was one that was still furiously debated, not least as it would take most of a year for the colossus to be built and none were entirely sure that the scale of such an entity was possible.
Giants were legendary even with the spirit portals open, and a metal one would be subject to the limits of engineers. Even with the abortive raid by Toph Beifong (and to her deeper displeasure Avatar Korra's brutally efficient means of dispersing it) her army did simply need the time to rebuild and replenish its ranks.
So General An Lushan, a bisexual and cruel man who'd taken over the reshaping of Huan Beifong when after his initial experiments with being remade into a catamite, and the second man to defile the Lady Suyin was her candidate, in the end. It would be pleasurable and of them he'd care the least if it wound up that the father was Bataar or that it was some of the few darker skinned individuals from the southern edges of the Earth Kingdom who'd defiled Suyin. She was actually hoping it would be them, the better to showcase it.
She knew Lin would be occupied torturing her sister, as she saw it, though in truth Lin's tortures were more fiendishly inventive than she herself preferred in terms of pleasure.
Her decision made she turned and strode to An Lushan's encampment. Where most of the soldiers had tents, the generals had a proper house/fortification, something that would have been objected to had it not been for the willful rampage of Lin Beifong that had so badly wrecked the army. This was something she'd need to monitor carefully all the same.
As she arrived she was surprised, a bit, to see General An leaving his home with his whore, the captive Huan Beifong. Who was, as per the General's twisted idea looking less and less a man. He'd found a nifty artifact made by a Bloodbender that when strapped by a garter to Huan's dick not only further shrank it and his balls but actually amplfiied a bit of the more feminine aspects of his body. Added to this, he was giving Huan a diet designed to soften his features, had ordered his hair redone, and took to garbing him in clothes for a thin, flat-chested woman.
The cumulative impactt was that for a moment Kuvira was surprised to see a very demure broken-eyed maiden with Kyoshi Warriors-style paint (a gesture that made her frown a bit. Even with the sordid rumors about how Princess Azula and her perverted team had treated the Kyoshi Warriors she didn't like seeing this tradition dredged through the mud), a very girly wave-hairstyle that obscured one of her eyes, bright red lipstick, and clearly slightly wrinkled clothing walking gingerly.
She met Kuvira's eyes and shrank back in fear and then she recognized her with a third appraisal.
General An smiled as their eyes met.
"Excellent work, general."
He smirked as he said "Our little woman's turning into a fine whore."
Slapping Huan on the ass, she made a feminine whimper of quasi-protest and then a couple of soldiers went up to the general.
"Marshal An, how much for the lady?"
He barked laughter.
"This is no lady, this is a whore."
"How much for the whore, Lord Marshal?"
"A gold piece." They provided two and as they hauled off the broken Huan, Kuvira's eyes locked in again with the general's.
"So she's carrying?" was all his deep basso rumbled.
She nodded.
He grinned. "Excellent. Then we'll pry the cop off of her and take her to her husband. I'm sure he'll enjoy seeing what a real man did with that wife of his."
He then smirked a bit, before his face became very grave and still. "Well, is it possible I could be the father?"
"A one in forty chance." He clicked his teeth. "If I am...." he shrugged. "Thirty nine possibilities I'm not so it doesn't really matter that much." He then leered at thin air.
"Always did want to rape the bitch."
Kuvira smiled in turn. "And now you have the perfect chance. Nine months' worth."
He barked laughter. "And if the bitch believes I am the father, so much the better."
With that they walked to the chamber where Lin Beifong held Suyin.
And as they arrived, they saw Suyin bound with a metal blindfold and a spider-gag holding her mouth open with saliva running down her body, metal holding her legs wide open, her arms behind her head with her elbows up, not coincidentally extending her more-buxom due to pregnancy bosom to its max size, her open mouth, her ass, and her pussy fucked by three toys, the ones in her ass and twat vibrating enough that her flushed body clearly showed her orgasmic bliss.
Seeing their arrival, the bored-looking Lin removed the toys and walked over to her sister. Removing the gag she gave Suyin a deep tongue-kiss that the other woman responded too with a whimpering sobbing "Lin, why?" to which she got no answer, only the tightening of metal that indicated Kuvira was here. And heavier foortsteps plus the discarding of clothes that indicated someone else was.
Then she was released and the blood rushed into hands that stung with the pain of numbness and she was made to walk blindfolded and reliant on a man's embrace. The particular odors of that man that smelled of sex and power made her guess it was Marshal An Lushan, but she had no way to know for sure. Only the knowledge that since the day she knew she'd conceived that her torments hadn't changed. She was allowed to void and piss in peace, that dignity wasn't stripped from her.
All else, from clothing, to the sacredness of her marriage and her reputation to her family, all else had been. She was no longer a matriarch or someone with credibility, she was a slut and her husband was a cuckold. Her marriage was ruined, and it wasn't just her sister. Her son would come in (a brief vindictive flash of his attempt to touch her sister and Lin hog-tying him and threatening to take him to An Lushan if he did it again led her to pause and Kuvira to slap her ass hard enough she yelped and took a step forward) and rape her repeatedly.
Sometimes for five minutes of thrusting and no concern for her pleasure, sometimes for hours and his aunt watching the two of them with a cold contempt that made it worse. Made her hands around him, her legs wrapped around him worse. Made him giving her nipple clamps worse. Her growing pleasure and indeed desire for him in ways mothers were not supposed to desire their children worse. Even if they were freed, even if Bataar decided in the end to abandon Kuvira, he'd know her, and her husband would know he knew her and worse she'd go to him. Repeatedly. Let him take her, let him use her.
She would have to deal with that, have to face the shame that in her future would be at least two new children she neither desired nor planned nor wanted, with the reality that her son and her husband would be competing to use her and not because she was desirable, because she was a prize, a piece of meat. As if walking along nude with slaps to the ass as guidance into the coldness mixed with the warmth of the torches of the dungeons wasn't proof enough.
Then they paused at a cell and she heard a voice:
"Su?"
Bataar. Of course.
The blindfold was removed and she was positioned on her knees in front of him as General An Lushan lowered himself with his pants and boots off, tapping her wet pussy. He crawled to her and their hands met through the cells as he looked at her in desperation and she refused to face him at first. Refused to face her husband even when her head whiplashed upward and she bit back the scream of shame and pleasure when the cock started rolling in her hips. And she was, as a well-trained bitch, bucking in turn without needing pressure or foreplay, an automatic hip-rolling motion that marked her as a well-bred and well-trained slut.
The general looked at Bataar.
"Your bitch wants me."
He couldn't deny it, the flush in her body was real, her eyes rolling and the deep panting gasps were real. So too the wetness of her pussy.
"She's still my wife."
"You're proud to be married to a slut who's slept with forty men?"
"Not slept with, raped by. I love her still, yes."
"Do you love her enough to raise another man's kids?"
He rolled his hips and Suyin couldn't completely suppress the scream of orgasmic bliss as she came for the first but not the last time (Bataar was human enough to feel more than a degree of resentment that Suyin was multi-orgasming to someone else's dick when in years of marriage and multiple pregnancies she'd never done so for him. Unfortunately for him Marshal An noticed and leered at him).
"Evidently not, judging by that look on your face. Look at her, look at her body. You think she knows the difference between a real man? Your second daughter does too."
He looked up again. "We have one-" "You have two."
An Lushan's deep belly laugh was punctuated by Suyin outright screaming her second orgasm and the sound of flesh slapping together and his own deep grunts as he prepared to climax for what would become a recurring fixture of the next nine months for both of them.
"Your little girl the artist." That same rumbling laugh interrupted in a comical in any other context set of grunts. "She's a woman, now. We're making her into one. And she likes it, the whore." And with that he grunted and leaned forward to squeeze Suyin's tits roughly and she screamed/moaned on a different note, face smushed against the bars as the rough treatment made her tender tits hurt.
With that An Lushan pulled out and then ordered Bataar "Now clean me off like your little girl does, and if you don't, I take it out on your wife and you get to see her next time with a face beaten to a point her own sister wouldn't know her from the neck up." Sighing, Bataar leaned forward and slurped the cock clean and with the Marshal's triumphant leer and an order swallowed it all. Then, presented with his wife's dripping cum-filled snatch through the bars, he kissed it and took a further dose of cum on his face before his wife left, leaving him in his cell with the cum of another man and the brief taste of his wife from that man's cock and the cum-filled kiss.
In spite of it being nightime for one last malicious touch the torches around him were doused, leaving whatever light was left from the stars and the moon. The marshal laughed. He was already triumphant before the army marched in the very first battle of his new campaign.
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