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The Residency	By : gaijinsakka Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 9869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5: High-Risk Traders, and Booty
Zuko watched the shore pass by as the revenue cutter Leopard Stag sped eastward. If either Mai or Katara ever find out about Xia-yan, there won’t be any large enough pieces of me for a funeral. Mai would not be too upset over a simple youthful dalliance – he hoped, although he still didn’t know how he was going to explain Song – but entertaining and acting out fantasies involving the passionate Water Tribe girl was a different situation altogether. Made worse was their unspoken, unacknowledged, but undeniable mutual attraction. In another world, perhaps… He loved Mai deeply, and Katara and Aang were his best friends. And that’s all there was to it. Easy.
“Nothing is ever easy,” he muttered, glancing aside at Song, playing at cat’s cradle with a youngish female lieutenant, a Waterbender from the Foggy Swamp. Her name was Champey, she was pretty but in a tough, soldierly way. She had taken an instant liking to Song.
“Sail ho!” called the lookout, pointing further out to sea. The crew snapped into action as the ship swung 30° to starboard.
“Captain?” Zuko began, eager to put into port.
“Relax, Your Highness. It’s probably nothing, but we have to check; lots of pirates in these waters, and even more smugglers. What’s their course?” he called up to the lookout.
“Into the wind, towards us. No, wait! They’ve seen us and are turning about! She’s running, sir.”
“Run up the signal flags and tell her to heave to.”
“Aye, sir!”
The teens watched and tried to stay out of the way as what had been an almost leisurely cruise now became a hive of activity as the fast cutter sped towards the lumbering vessel. They could see it now, a ribbed-sailed junk that looked more at home on a river than the open ocean.
“Any response?” Captain Ch’oe asked.
“None, sir! But they can’t get enough canvas to catch the wind, they’ve got to know we’ll overtake them.”
“And they know we’re not pirates by now. Earthbenders, make ready!” The small detachment of benders stood by their sandstone disks and prepared to launch.
“She’s coming about, Captain.”
Ch’oe sighed in relief. “Prepare for boarding! Helmsman, run us alongside her.”
Song clearly thought the danger had passed. Zuko wasn’t so sanguine and put himself between her and the strange vessel, testing the draw of his swords.
A ladder was flung over the high side of the riverboat and Ch’oe and a small team climbed aboard. Snatches of conversation made their way to Zuko’s ears. Just ordinary traders. Of course their papers were in order. It will take time to search all the cargo bins. These weapons? Just for protection in these dangerous times. You sure I can’t tempt you with some baijiu? Maybe we can purchase some extra duty stamps from you, just to be sure.
Zuko had heard enough. “Get down,” he warned Song. “Stay down!” He recognized at least one of those voices: the voice of the pirate who had tried to kill him. He scrambled up the ladder and swung over, calling up to the captain.
He was not at all surprised to see the same pirates that he and his uncle had briefly allied with in Lyushun. What he was not prepared for was the clattering of Song coming up the ladder after him, her staff banging against the side of the ship. He growled, trying to deal with one problem at a time. “These are pirates, Captain.”
The obsequious barker Oh interjected, “We prefer the term ‘high-risk traders’.”
“You know this for a fact?” Ch’oe asked grimly, calculating the odds. To be honest, he was all but sure of it himself.
“They stole a Waterbending scroll to fence to an Earth Kingdom noble, and tried to kill me on the pay of a Fire Nation admiral!”
The pirate captain laughed gruffly. “Hey, a job’s a job. To arms!” The cutthroats drew their weapons and charged the boarding party.
Song swung over the railing to a scene in chaos. The better training of the Coast Guard was being overwhelmed by the superior numbers of the pirates and the shroud of several smoke bombs. A fat man rushed towards her with twin kama. She was too exhilarated to be scared as she pulled her staff free from her back and adopted a high stance, left arm extended, open palm to her attacker.
The pirate flung one of the sickles at her, but she deflected it wide and moved into range. A jab to his sternum knocked the wind out of him and put him off balance, so she swept low, tripping him to the deck. A sharp rap on the forehead put him out of commission.
Oh tried to flank her, but she had had far enough of rat-faced men with butterfly swords for one day, and quickly dispatched him as well with a series of blows to the wrists, shins, and collarbone. Unfortunately, she had drawn even more attention, this time from a burly man with crossbows that fired nets. Song managed to dodge out of the way, but lost her staff in the process. Blindly she groped for something to use, and, miraculously, seemed to find another staff, but it was so much heavier for some reason. With a desperate burst of strength she swung the new staff up to knock the crossbows out of his hands. She was shocked to see them splinter instead.
Song and her opponent both could only stare at the bladed hyeopdo she now wielded. With a sudden fierce cry, she reversed the polearm and knocked him clean off the ship with a blow to the ribcage, and spun to chop down at the captain’s jian sword where he was fighting Zuko. Just like that, the fight was over, Song having turned the tide.
The boarding party cheered her as Captain Ch’oe detailed a prize crew to lock the pirates belowdecks and sail with the cutter to Lyushun. Song grinned bashfully as she tended to the wounded.
Zuko, however, was not grinning, and neither was Ch’oe. Her face faltered as they ushered her back onto the Leopard Stag after doing what she could for the handful of injuries. “What’s wrong? I helped, didn’t I? In fact, you couldn’t have done it without me!” She tried to adopt a cocky air, but that, too, faded under the glower of the Firelord and the captain.
“What you did was disobey me and put yourself at risk!” Zuko growled. “I promised your mother I’d look out for you!”
“But you’ve been teaching me how to fight!”
“I’ve been teaching you to defend yourself, not go looking for trouble!”
“Hmph. That’s gratitude.”
“Gratitude has no place on board a ship, Song,” the captain replied gravely. “Discipline is what matters. A boarding party learns to fight as a team. A wildcard, especially one as young and inexperienced as you, puts not only herself but also the team and the mission at risk. In the Coast Guard, that kind of insubordination gets you flogged.”
Song and even Zuko were taken aback by the formerly mild captain’s statement. “Glad I’m not in the Coast Guard, then!” Song declared with an odd facial expression, something between a sneer and a gape.
“But you could still use some Coast Guard discipline!” He grabbed her by the arm and hustled her down to the forward cargo hold, a bemused Zuko following. The only one below was the lieutenant, who watched curiously.
“Is this necessary, Captain?” the Firelord asked.
“But…Zuko interfered, and he’s not a part of your team!” Song said, trying to twist her arm out of Ch’oe’s grasp.
“Zuko didn’t jump into the middle of a fight, he knows his way around a ship, he provided useful information, and he’s been training as a fighter since the time he left the crib.”
“You can’t do this to me! Zuko, stop him! I’m supposed to be your concubine!” The captain stopped dead, and the lieutenant’s jaw hit the floor. Song immediately scrunched up her eyes, abashed. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything about that yet…”
Zuko ground his teeth, his fists clenched, even a curly wisp of smoke escaping from each nostril. He turned to the two naval officers. “That is both a state secret and a personal matter; can I count on your discretion?” They assured him that he could. “Now what exactly did you have in mind, Captain?”
“To treat her like we would a cabin boy, rather than a crewman: a private strapping instead of a flogging in front of the assembled crew.”
“Is it dangerous?” he asked, livid that on top of everything else she now broke the one rule they had worked out.
“No, just painful.”
The Firelord glared at Song, who already knew his answer. “Go ahead.”
“Me? I thought that since she’s your concubine, you were gonna…”
“What? No way, I assumed it would be you who…”
Both men turned to the lieutenant, who suddenly looked like a deer-gopher caught between two equally large and voracious predators.
“Ah, Lieutenant Champey, could you assist us with this problem?”
Song brightened. This woman was friendly, surely she wouldn’t…“What was the offense?”…stab her in the back like that!
“Disobeying a direct order, reckless interference with a boarding party, and apparently revealing state secrets.”
Champey looked at Song with obvious disappointment on her face. “That’s quite a list of charges.” She reached out and grabbed hold of Song’s ear, pulling her further to the fore of the ship.
“OW! I thought you were my friend,” the girl said piteously.
“I am your friend. But you’re a young woman who is about to enter into a world of very serious responsibilities, and are apparently in dire need of guidance.” The lady put one leg up on a crate, bent the struggling girl over her knee, and began to spank her hard.
Song squawked indignantly, not having been put in such a position in several months, and then only by her mother at home alone; lately she had been more accustomed to the giving end rather than receiving, in the course of dealing with unruly village children who often threw a fit when it came to taking medicine. As she became unwillingly reacquainted with the feel of a strong palm striking her backside, she could emphatically state that she preferred the other configuration!
After more than a minute, Champey dropped the girl unceremoniously on the deck, where she landed with a ‘thump!’ and sat there rubbing her bottom. That wasn’t so bad; it hurt, and was embarrassing to be seen like that, but I’ve been… She realized that her relief was premature when Champey went over to a rack with three fearsome implements.
The lieutenant grabbed the first two: a long leather strip nearly a hand wide, and a short, many-tailed whip. She stopped by the third, an even nastier whip, with fewer, though longer, tails. “If you were a crew member, you’d get this on your back in view of everyone, and not a strapping on your bottom with just the three of us to see. You will take 20 strokes of the strap, and 20 of the martinet. Give me your hands, Song.”
The healer unsteadily allowed the older girl to bind her wrists and stretched them up to a support beam, looping the binding over a hook meant to hold lanterns. It was slightly too high, leaving Song stretched out and balanced on the balls of her feet. Zuko shifted. This was becoming way too…interesting. Ch’oe looked even more uncomfortable.
Champey raised the girl’s skirt and tucked it into its own waistband. She grinned at Song’s choice of panties. “Fashionable, just as I’d expect from a royal concubine. But I’m afraid these have to go, too.” She tugged them down to the knees. Ch’oe coughed and turned away, though not before one very envious glance at Song’s lovely pale backside.
The swampbender looped the leather strap around her hand and gave it a practice swing, then reached back and gave the new concubine her first real taste of Coast Guard discipline. Song hissed in pain as a line of fire cut into her bottom, leaving a red welt. The next blow fell less than an inch below the previous one, and the girl hopped from foot to foot. She bit her lip in an effort not to cry out. The next flurry of blows marched down her cute round ass. Song tugged on the lanyard holding her up, she wheezed through clenched teeth, she blinked away the tears that came despite her determination, but she still didn’t cry. Not until the last three strokes on her reddened cheeks, the hardest of them all, and her resolve finally cracked.
She slumped, sniveling, trying to catch her breath. Her bottom hurt so much! Never had she been punished like this. Even the few times her mother had spanked her with a hairbrush, or those barely-remembered times when her father had paddled her as a child, couldn’t compare.
Then came the martinet. It didn’t hurt like the strap, it stung and itched and drove her to distraction. Which she guessed was the idea, as her seat was already sensitive. She wailed piteously as she danced from leg to leg while it felt like a swarm of hornet-ants attacked her exposed posterior.
Suddenly Song realized that no more was coming, and that Champey was easing her down and hugging her, murmuring into her hair. She groaned as her panties were pulled back up by the swampbender; her throbbing cheeks felt at least twice their normal size and even the soft cotton was too rough in their heated state.
Captain Ch’oe coughed again. “I, ah, take it we’re done here?”
“Aye, captain,” the lieutenant replied while still consoling the girl. Song was mostly calmed down by now.
“G-good! Then I’ll just…see how things are topside then!” The officer beat a hasty retreat.
Zuko turned to follow, but Champey caught his sleeve. “My lord? I think it would be useful for you to hold onto this,” she said with a wicked grin, handing him the strap. “Consider it a wedding gift.” Song eyed the length of leather with enmity and not a little fear.
“Thank you, lieutenant,” the Firelord said as gravely as he could. Yeah. This is gonna be far too interesting.
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