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The Legend of Korra- Unrated and Untold Book 2	By : EyeoftheBeholder Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 5229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Avatar and the Legend of Korra and all characters contained within this story are owned by Nickelodeon and I do not make any money from this story

Chapter List
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The Sting
Three days had passed since Mako and Korra’s explosive break-up in the middle of the Police station and Mako was doing his best to stay focused. He was deep into his investigation into the bombings at the cultural center and believed that it was tied to the attacks that kept sinking Future Industries ships and pushing Asami closer to bankruptcy.
Asami agreed to let Mako use one of her ships as bait to lure out the culprits, but the Police Force weren’t going to lend out resources for a sting led by a rookie beat cop. So Asami and Mako went to the opposite side of the law for help. The Triple Threat Triads.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Asami asked as she and Mako pulled up to the Triple Threat’s headquarters. It had taken them over five hours to track down the location of the new hideout after Amon destroyed the last one. Eventually they stumbled on a relatively drunk member of the gang and she was able to coax the info out of him. She was grateful for Mako’s help, especially in this part of town. She felt many sets of eyes fall on her as they walked down the narrow streets, silently undressing her in their minds. Future Industries was on its last legs, and she would have done this alone, but she was thankful she didn’t have to.
“No, but it’s our last resort.” Mako said, wrapping on the door. A slot opened and a voice answered from the shadows behind the door. “Hey Mako. Whatever you think we did, we didn’t do it.” The voice said.
“I’m not here on police business.” Mako said, “I’m running an off the books operation and I thought the Triple Threat’s might want a piece of the action.” Mako kept it vague enough for it to peak the doorman’s interest and let them inside.
Once inside, Asami looked around the room as Mako began to explain the situation. They had been led down a dark hallway that was parallel to some kind of club. She could hear rhythmic music reverberating through the walls. They were in a seedier part of town then they’re previous headquarters had been and Mako had told her about some of the underground brothels and Illegal strip clubs that operated out of the slums, but she had never expected to go to one. The office they were in now was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. It resembled a modern office in one of her Father’s many factories, clean, polished and in style.
The man behind the desk was tall, had a brimmed, grey hat and addressed Mako. His face was covered in a huge smirk, like he was extremely amused that they were asking for their help. The other men in the room looked at her. Asami normally enjoyed being the object of men’s desires and reveled in the attention, but with all that’d been going on the past few months, her new responsibilities as the head of a major company, being involved in starting a civil war and the fact that the attention was coming from slimy looking gangsters made her cringe. She pulled her skirt lower down her legs to try and give them less of a view, but it just made her more aware of their stares.
“So, Mr. Law & Order needs our help!” Brim Hat laughed. “What’s in it for the Triple Threats?”
“I am personal friends with the Avatar.” Mako responded. “I might be able to convince her to give Shady Shin his bending back.”
Shady Shin nodded his head adamantly, “Sounds good to me boss!” He said.
“What about the rest of us?” Brim Hat said, shooting Shin a disapproving glance.
“I’ve got vehicles.” Asami pitched in. “All brand new and top of the line. They can be yours if you help.”
“Hmmm… that’s a good start, but my boys are gonna need something else to go riskin’ their necks.” Brim Hat said, glancing at her. Asami squirmed under his gaze and was afraid of where this was going.
“What else do you want?” Mako asked.
“My best dancer is otherwise occupied tonight and I need someone to fill in and your girlfriend here would definitely draw a crowd!” He said, licking his lips as he pictured the amount of money that he would make off her.
“What?!” Asami stood up and slammed her hands down on his desk. “I AM NOT SOME WHORE YOU CAN RENT OUT LIKE A CHEAP MOTEL ROOM!”
Brim Hat smiled and matched her intensity. “IF THE BOY-SCOUT WASN’T HERE, MY COCK WOULD BE BALLS DEEP IN THAT PRETENTIOUS LITTLE CUNT, THEN I’D SHIP YOU OFF TO SERVICE MY CREW! SO I’D WATCH MY TONE IF I WERE YOU…” He winked and blew her a kiss.
Asami sat back down and looked at Mako for support. He subtly motioned around the room to all the thugs and shook his head. She continued to glare at Brim Hat but didn’t say anything else.
“Good. Now that we understand each other…” Brim Hat told her that in addition to the cars and the promise of returning Shady Shin’s bending, Asami would have to work the late shift at the club next door while Mako went with a few of the thugs to ready the ship for departure in the morning. Mako strongly objected to leaving her hear alone, but eventually they realized they had no other options. They needed the Triple Threats help, and if this was the only way to save her company, then this is what she would do.
“It’s okay Mako, I’ll meet you at the ship.” Asami said, forcing a smile.
Brim Hat stood and shook her hand. “I think we got ourselves a deal.” He said.
Asami was led back down the dark hallway, then shoved into a small room to the left. The room was lined with make-up mirrors and filled with costumes, glitter, and hundreds of different sizes of lingerie. “Change into something sexy and my men will see you to the stage.” Brim Hat said. “You’ll be on stage for a few songs then spend the rest of the night working the VIP rooms.”
Asami remained silent and glared at him. A year ago, this would have felt like a dream come true. To have a place to let her freak flag fly and be ogled. But now the idea of accidentally running into anyone she knew made her stomach churn. She could read the headlines already. ‘Head of Future Industries stripping after companies collapse.’ Or ‘Miss Sato gives Head for the Future of her companies.’ She shook her head and skimmed the outfits. She found a black string outfit that crossed over her body. It didn’t cover anything, but she used some pasties, shaped like the Fire Nation insignia, and covered her nipples. She slipped on a red thong and a black silk robe and headed to the stage. Despite how much she hated this part of the deal, she had a rush of excitement as one of the thugs pushed her through the curtains and onto the catwalk. The rooms only light was pointed at the stage. She could tell it was packed tight and the smell of cheap beer and sweat filled her nose and made her gag. The stage was long like a runway and ended in a “T” shape with three stripper poles poking up through the ground. The song died and Brim Hat came over the loudspeaker.
“Gentlemen, we have a treat for you. Tonight only, we have the desperate heir to the Sato fortune, the current head of Future Industries, Asami Sato, here for your pleasure!”
‘That motherfucker!’ Asami thought as a new song started, signaling her to start walking the stage. She had hoped to keep this under wraps, but that was out the window now. Future Industries may be dwindling in funds, but it still had a large workforce, some of which were sure to be in the audience, and that meant that by morning, all of Republic City would know.
Asami put on a fake smile and strutted over to the pole, stopping every few feet to bend over and lift the hem of her robe, or slip part of it off her shoulder. The crowd cheered their approval as she made it to the pole and swung around once before thrusting her head back, black hair whipping around as she threw her robe off and exposed her teenage body to the rest of the crowd. To her right and left were two other girls, grinding their bare pussies on the pole as they moaned and spun to the music. The unashamed display ramped up Asami’s juices a little as she began her amateur routine. She twirled around the pole, slowly roaming over her body with her hands. She peeled off her pasties and crawled on her hands and knees to the end of the stage. She gasped as she felt a hand grip her ass and a finger slip under the lining of her panties and into her pussy. “Oh fuck!” She moaned. As she did, another guy pushed three euons into her mouth and grabbed her by the chin. She endured another few minutes of unwanted groping while she danced for the Triple Threats. Once the last song ended, she hurried offstage and straight into the arms of the guy in the Brim Hat.
“God damn girl! Ive never seen so many Euons flying around for one bitch.” He said, taking in her slutty attire and grabbing her exposed tits.
“Hands off asshole!” Asami said, pushing him away.
“Tsk Tsk. Better check that attitude at the door sweetheart. If I hear my VIP’s say you’ve been difficult, then the deal I have with you and your boyfriend is off.” He said.
“Don’t worry Boss. She’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” One of the Thugs said, slapping her juicy white ass. Asami’s brow furrowed, but she held her tongue. It was half over.
“Good. Right this way Ma’am.” He tipped his brimmed hat and led her through another curtain and into another lobby sized room. The place was sectioned off by thin walls lined with red fabric and the doors were curtains of the same material. She could barely hear herself over the sounds of sex as she was led through to another smaller room.
“Here we go!” Brim Hat said. “This is better. Much more private.” Before Asami could tell him that she was not letting him whore her out, he beat her to it. “…I know I know. This is one of the private dance rooms. We make everyone walk through the brothel so they go there after their dances. Unless you want to….”
“No.” she said, crossing her arms over there blossoming breasts.
“Fine. Your first client is already lined up.” He said, “Make it memorable or our deal is null and void.”
Asami breathed a sigh of relief as they left. The more she forced her mindset to aligned with what he asked of her, even if it was just to ensure his help, she couldn’t help getting more and more aroused.
The door opened and a large man walked into the room. He towered over her, had dark skin, and wore tan and muted colors. She immediately recognized him as the ambassador for the United Sand Tribes of the lower Earth Kingdom. They had a brutal reputation and it had been speculated that they were responsible for the disappearance of dozens of young girls within the Earth Kingdom over the past five years. It was only rumors and gossip, but from the look of him, Asami believed it with every fiber of her being. She gulped, then motioned for him to sit down. He did and she waited for the song to begin, giving him a strained smile.
As the song started, she began swaying her hips in time with the music, rubbing her nipples and moaning lightly to get a reaction out of him. No matter what she did, he acted like a statue. She was worried about Brim Hat’s threat, so she straddled his lap and began unlacing her stringy outfit.
“Mhmmmm, is that a sword in your pants or am I turning you on, big guy?” She cooed, rubbing her tits against his chest, and grinding over his pants. She could feel his cock twitch at her words and breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped in astonishment as it continued to grow underneath the fabric of his trousers. If she hadn’t felt it swell against her pussy, she would have thought she was grinding against his leg.
With no warning, the Ambassador yanked Asami’s hair back wrapped his mouth around her nipples. “Hey OW! Hmmm.. This isn’t… ohhh.. the brothel buddy.” She said. She tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t let her go. Instead, he turned his tongue lashing up to eleven and massaged her perfect teenage ass. ‘I don’t think their supposed to touch, but I’m okay with this…ah shit that feels good.’ Asami thought. After a minute of giving her succulent tits his undivided attention, the Ambassador tore his pants off and showed her his enormously thick 13-inch black monster.
Asami’s eyes went wide as he lifted her by the waist as if she weighed nothing. ‘Holy shit I’m in trouble…’ As soon a the thought left her head he dropped her. “Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh!” She screamed in agony as the Ambassador impaled her raw on 8 inches of his massive cock. Her pussy screamed and her ass shook violently as she tried to fight him off, but he was too strong.
“Ah fuck yes. I love me some nasty City bitches.” The Ambassador moaned. “Yeah… I’mma wreck your pussy, slut!”
Asami’s vision blurred and she saw red as he began slamming his huge meat up into her violated hole. Asami had taken massive cocks before, but never this raw. Her resolve broke instantly and she started sobbing into his chest as he raped her. “Please stop! Oh, God it hurts!” She cried, “You’re tearing me apart!”
This only made the Ambassador fuck her harder. It took him fifteen minutes to stretch her tight, entitled pussy enough to fit his entire length inside.
Asami sobbed as she felt her pussy pulse around him and triggering a massive orgasm. Her cries of pain and embarrassment filled the room as she shook with pleasure. Her juices flowed down his meat-stick and soothed her abused pussy enough to let more pleasure in. Sweat covered her from head to toe as she finished cumming and thought, ‘Holy shit! Oh fuck yes… fuck me with that big black cock!’ Even if she wanted to shout it from the rooftops, she couldn’t. Her voice was caught in her throat as the Ambassador continued to slam her down on his cock. His balls slapped her luscious ass as he imbedded his entire 13 inches into her 17-year-old cunt. She cried silent screams of ecstasy as he stood up and used her like a fucktoy. Her voice finally broke through as she reached her peak for the second time. “FUCK I’M CUMMMING! Your huge cock feels so good fucking my slutty pussy! UGGGHH FUCK I’M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING COCK! Aaarrrrggghh!” She screamed. This was enough to push the Ambassador over the edge and they both came together. Asami’s orgasm lasted three minutes as she was filled with half a gallon of jizz. The cum burned as it coated her abused pussy walls and oozed out past his trembling shaft. Asami’s pussy spasmed as he pulled his cock out of her and dropped her to the ground like a used rag. She grunted as she leaned on her back and watched him get dressed. She laid there, trying to focus on the remnants of her fading orgasm instead of the pain in her stretched-out pussy. She watched, fascinated as the Ambassador’s cum sputtered out of her pussy.
Eventually the Brim Hat thug walked in and laughed, “What the hell happened to ‘I’m not fucking anyone?’”
Getting to her feet, cum leaking down her long legs, she spat back at him, “He raped me! I didn’t agree to anything. This makes us even.”
“All right. All right. Fair enough.” Brim Hat nodded. “I’ll send word to my boys at the docks to let five of our guys go with you.” He turned to leave and Asami grabbed him by the hem of his robes and pushed him up against the wall.
“Five? You’re only giving us five men?” She asked, infuriated. Her entire body ached and her legs threatened to give out on her.
“Yes, I agreed to help, but I never specified how much.” He said with a shit-eating grin. “… and watch the shoes. Cum doesn’t look good on vintage leather.”
Asami took a swing at him, missed, and collapsed to the ground as her legs gave out. Her orgasm had faded and now all she felt was the constant, dull ache in her pussy. “You’re a real bastard…” she groaned, trying to push herself up.
“There’s no need to be hostile.” Brim Hat said. “…I have a new deal for you. One where we can both get what we want.” When Asami said nothing, he continued. “I made over $10,000 Euons off that one dance. I didn’t even charge him our brothel rates. For every client you fuck, I’ll add another one of my guys to your little Sting operation. I leave it up to you.”
Asami should have known better then to trust the verbal agreement of someone like him, but she still had no options. They needed more bodies to man the ship and make a convincing sting. At least 12 to 15 more. The thought of getting fucked like a common hooker by fifteen strangers was both horrifying and thrilling. The ache in her cunt increased as she reluctantly agreed and was brought back into the private room.
Asami awoke with a painful groan. She couldn’t open her eyes and reached up to her face to find out why. Her face was covered in dried cum and it had glued her eyelids closed. ‘Oh fuck…’ she thought as she remembered the previous night. She powered through the pain of three guys before the pleasure took control. From then on, she’d taken two or three at a time and fucked long past the allotted time they paid for. After the 7th or 8th cock she lost track and stopped counting.
As she licked her fingers and rubbed the cum from her eyes, she felt the cock in her ass for the first time. She cleared her eyes and looked back at Brim Hat snoring lightly behind her. She couldn’t help moaning as his cock twitched in her ass and getting her cunt wet again. She looked around and realized that they were back in his office again, and they were alone. Asami swore under her breath, calling herself a whore and chastising herself about having no self control. ‘You fuckin’ idiot.’ she thought.
Brim Hat’s cock twitched again and sent a jolt of pleasure through her insides, making her moan. “Might as well…” she muttered as she spread her ass cheeks and pushing back into him. As his cock slid in and out of her ass, she was happy to find that it was a easy 7 inches, making it much nicer to fuck. She reached her hand between her legs and fingered her clit as she took his shaft.
Brim Hat moaned and woke up “Hmmmm fuck you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Didn’t get enough last night?” He said, grabbing her ass and bucking his hips.
Asami gasped and grunted as he pushed deeper into her stuffed asshole. “Fuck! Oh… just making sure YOU… shit, right there… Making sure you keep your word.” Brim Hat pulled out of her ass, lifted her off the ground and leaned her over his desk. He took his time, admiring Asami’s heart-shaped teen assets, before giving her butt a quick few smacks and slowly pushing into her again.
“Ah.. yes…it’s a perfect fit.” He said. Brim Hat pushed into her agonizingly slow with the ultimate goal of getting her to beg for it. He didn’t have to wait very long.
“Oh god! I can’t take it! Just fuck me already!” Asami yelled, rocking her ass back and forth, trying to get to his cock. “Make me cum with your dick deep in my perfect little ass!” She twerked her ass on his cock for five minutes, building to an early morning orgasm. “Make me your bitch! I wanna feel you cream in my juicy asshole baby!” she cried as she hit her climax and squirted her juices down her legs.
Brim Hat increased his pace, balls slapping against her pussy as the room filled with the sound of crashing hips. “Unngh fuckin’ take it your dirty whore!” He grunted as he flooded her anal walls with his seed. Asami cried out as his warm cum filled her ass. She got dressed, leaving his jizz inside and turned to face him.
“I expect you’ll honor our deal now…” she said. He nodded and told her that she more then earned it last night.
“I’ll be sure to tell Mako what a big ‘Help’ you were last night.” He laughed.
Asami didn’t give him the satisfaction of responding and left. ‘Now to find out who is attacking Future Industries.’ She thought. She took a quick detour to grab a vial of pregnancy potion from the Mansion, then headed toward the docks to meet up with Mako.

As Asami met up with Mako, Bolin was living it up. Verrick’s Movers were a smash hit. Everyone in republic city was talking about them and by extension, the war in the South. Bolin was even more famous then when he’d been a member of the Fire Ferrets. He had girls, and some guys, throw themselves at him and it felt great. Everyone seemed to want him, except for his co-star. Despite his best attempts to get through her preppy, entitled walls, Ginger still struck down every attempt to get into her pants. The rejection and his growing blue balls came to ahead during the filming of the second episode of the Adventures of Nucktuk: Hero of the South.
“And Action!” Bolin heard the snap of the clacker board and puffed out his chest. The scene they were currently filming was the one where Nucktuk was supposed to rescue his girlfriend from a death trap, then chase after Unalaq. He considered himself a professional actor, even though he’d only been doing it for a few days, but he couldn’t help being a little distracted. Ginger was cuffed to a table in her fur lined bikini as a spinning blade slowly lowered over her. Her chest heaved as she wiggled in terror and made her tits jiggle, much to Bolin’s enjoyment.
“Forget about me, you must capture the evil Unalaq before he gets away.” Ginger said, tears welling up behind her eyes.
“No! I’ll never leave you!” He said, leaning down and capturing her cherry red lips in a passionate kiss. The script called for him to use ‘Waterbending’ to free her from her restraints, but he saw and opportunity to improvise. It had taken him a few days to get the hang of Ginger’s method acting. When the cameras were rolling, she embodied ‘Ginger’ the woman who loved Nucktuk more then anything in the world, but off camera ‘Ginger’ wanted nothing to do with Bolin.
Ginger was furious. Not only was he going off script by adding a kiss, but she could feel his large hand slowly creep up her waist and slip under her fur-lined top. She moaned involuntarily as his fingers brushed her nipples, twisting them out of view of the camera. Ginger’s career leaned closer to modeling then acting, so she hadn’t put up much of a fight when she was told her character would be sporting an extra small bikini and fur-topped boots for the entire movie. Although, she did comment once that it seemed impractical for her to be wearing only a swimsuit in the South Pole, but Verrick brushed her off, spouting some nonsense about “drawing a bigger audience.” Despite her complete lack of interest in Bolin, she’d play along until the director yelled cut.
Ginger’s moan of approval hadn’t gone unnoticed, prompting Bolin to throw caution to the wind and break from the script completely. He pulled out of the kiss and shouted to the ceiling. “Even Unalaq cannot stop our love!” He punched the drill machine and it stopped spinning, then he ripped the restraints off Ginger and pulled her into his arms.
“Oh, Nucktuk…” Ginger said, resting her head on his chest, “I knew you’d save me. Just as I know you’ll save the world from Unalaq’s secret doomsday weapon.”
“Don’t fear my love, I will save us all.” Bolin said, looking stoically off to the side. “But first I must have you!”
“Go my… Wait… what?” Ginger stammered as Bolin turned her to face the camera and bent her over the table.
Bolin held her chest down against the table as he pulled at the thin fabric covering her perfect pussy. He pulled his hardening 10 inches out and rubbed it between her ass cheeks until it was hard as a rock.
“What? Here? Are you sure we have time?” She asked nervously. “Unalaq’s escaping.” Ginger was screaming inside. She realized that she was about to get raped by her co-star, on camera, in front of about 20 crew members and Verrick. She wanted to cry for help and tell him to get off her. She wanted to kick him so hard in the balls so he would never be able to use his tool again, but all she did was giggle lightly and wiggle her ass back at him. Ginger was about to be violated, but Nucktuk’s girlfriend wanted to get stuck real good.
Bolin couldn’t believe she was going along with this. He pressed the tip of his massive shaft into her pussy. “Nucktuk, Hero of the South, always makes time to satisfy his girl!” He said and began fucking her.
Ginger moaned loudly and begged Nucktuk to fill her pussy with his massive shaft while internally crying in agony. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as her pussy stretched to accommodate Bolin’s huge cock. ‘Oh god! He’s gonna wreck me!’ Ginger thought as he pushed another three inches into her famous slit.
“Yes Nucktuk! Fuck me in my tight little pussy baby!” she cooed, looking over her shoulder and giving him a death stare.
Bolin was too busy enjoying the vise-like pull of her pussy to notice the tears welling up just behind her eyes and the daggers she gave him. “Yeah baby, you look so fucking hot taking my dick like that! Hmmm Ugh yeah!” Bolin moaned. He gave her tight ass a good slap and watched as it turned red. He grabbed her arms and placed them on her ass. “There you go. Spread those ass cheeks for your hero!” She obeyed and he shuddered with pleasure as she opened up for him. After five amazing minutes, her pussy engulfed his entire 10-inch manhood like a hungry Eel-Viper. The table had been pushed closer to the edge of the stage as he pounded his massive cock into her. He increased his pace as he felt his balls begin to tighten and his end draw near.
Ginger’s mask of pleasure slipped off and on as the assault on her pussy continued. Bolin was much larger than any man she’d ever been with, including her current boyfriend. If she had known what kind of heat Bolin had been packing under those ridiculous blue shorts, she might have thought twice before turning him down. Tears of pain as he wrecked her cervix and pushed into her womb flowed freely now. This, mixed with the constant moans of pleasure made for a confusing scene for the cameras. Her pussy tightened suddenly and she screamed, “OH shit I’m CUMMMING!” She moaned incoherently as Bolin forced her to cum around his enormous cock. He didn’t slow down in the least. Instead attempting to rip her in to as he tried for his own orgasm.
Bolin’s legs were getting tired and he wanted to give the camera the best shot as he finished. He grabbed Ginger by the throat and held her to his chest as he rammed all 10 inches into her abused pussy like a jackrabbit. He massaged her tits through her top and tore it off, exposing her naked breasts to the crew and the camera. “You’re so freakin’ hot Ginger! I’m so close.” He moaned, twisting her nipples and prompting an excited squeak.
“Ahhhhhh yeah! Fuck me!” Ginger said, rocking her hips into his. Ginger’s mind and body were at war with each other. On one hand she hated Bolin for raping her. She never wanted to see his stupid face again, but at the same time, her pussy craved his magnificent cock. Now that it had gotten used to its large girth, it felt amazing. She had never cum so fast before and she could already feel another orgasm coming on. “Give it to me Nucktuk!” She cried, disgusted with herself. Her pussy trembled and squirted another stream of warm fluid down her toned legs.
“CUT!” Verrick yelled as Ginger’s body spasmed with another intense orgasm.
As soon as the cameras stopped rolling, Ginger’s moans of intense pleasure turned to sobs.
“Stop! Please! I can’t take any more… ahhhhh… it hurts.” She cried as her legs gave out. She began to panic when he didn’t respond with words. Instead, he began frantically thrusting and grunting in preparation to cum. “Oh god no! Don’t you dare cum inside me!” She screamed, trying to get away from him.
Bolin was shocked at the sudden change to her behavior, but it was too late. He squeezed her large tits, gave a final few thrusts of his cock and yelled, “Unnggghh take it slut!”
A torrent of burning hot cum filled Ginger’s violated pussy in seconds, sending her flying off his cock and onto the floor of the stage.
“There’s no sex scene in the script!” Verrick said, flipping through the pages. He had been so engrossed in the erotic scene that he forgot he didn’t write one.
“Sorry,” Bolin said, aiming his cock at Ginger’s face and pasting it with his heroic jizz. “I kind of lost myself in the moment. It just felt so right.”
“It did huh?” Verrick asked while listening to Ginger sputter and choke down Bolin’s seed. “Your girlfriend’s about to die, and instead of untying her you fuck her brains out…? Wait a minute… maybe that will work.”
“WHAT!?!” Ginger shouted.
“Yes, it’s genius!” Verrick jumped off his directors chair, ignoring Ginger’s cries of protest. “Everybody take five, except for you Zhu Li. Grab the tweezers, I’ve got some neck hair issues to resolve.” With that, everyone left the sound stage, leaving Bolin and Ginger alone.
“Wow that was awesome…” Bolin panted, looking down at the stunning redhead and admiring his work. Her voluptuous breasts were covered in a thick glaze of warm cum and strands of it clung to her vibrant red hair. “And from the looks of it, you liked it too.” He gave Ginger a sheepish smile as a production assistant handed her a towel. “At least it sounded like you did up until the very end there… which I’m still not sure about… um, yeah.”
Ginger wiped as much cum off her face as she could and gave Bolin and icy glare. “I did not enjoy it at all!” She yelled, “… you violated me in front of twenty people, made me cheat on my boyfriend and now everyone in town is going to think I’m a fucking whore who will do anything to be in these stupid movers!”
“But you were just begging me to fuck you harder a second ago!” He said, thoroughly confused.
Ginger grabbed her torn bikini top and stormed off to the dressing room to call her agent. Before she slammed the door she turned back and said, “You’re confusing ‘Ginger’ the character with ‘Ginger’ the person. Its called acting.” With that, she slammed the door.
Bolin mulled over her words for a while, until he realized they didn’t matter. He’d gotten to fuck her sweet ass and that was the only thing he cared about. “I bet her boyfriend will love watching the next episode…” he thought, hoping Verrick would need to do reshoots.

While Verrick considered revising the script to include the more risqué improve scene, Mako told Asami that he’d broken up with Korra before she took off to the Fire Nation. She was surprisingly supportive and comforted him. Later, he discovered that someone paid the Triple Threats to keep them distracted on the boat for a few hours while they robbed one of Future Industries warehouses.
“Those mother fuckers!” Asami said, “…and after everything I did to get them to help us.”
“What do you mean?” Mako asked, ducking a fireball, and running for the lifeboat.
“What? Oh nothing... it was nothing.” She said, blushing furiously. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
After a brief tussle on the high seas, they made it to the warehouse to find it cleaned out.
“Whoever paid the Triple Threats stole everything.” Mako told her, looking around the warehouse.
“I’m ruined.” Asami said, hanging her head. “My company… its over.”
“We should check out your other warehouses.” Mako said. “Maybe they didn’t have time to hit them all.”
Asami shook her head. “You don’t understand. Everything I had was in here.” She said.
Mako scanned the doorway looking for anything out of place. He said, “We have to search the place for evidence. If we can find a lead…”
“Mako, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Asami told him, grabbing his arm.
“I can figure this out…” Mako said, trying to reassure her, but not really knowing how. He was a cop. He was trained to look for clues. And if his relationships with Korra, Asami and Bolin were any indication, he wasn’t very good at giving emotional support.
“Just stop!” Asami cried. “It’s over. I give up.”
“Well, I’m not giving up on you.” He said.
The two of them shared an awkward kiss, then Mako began following the trail back to its source. He roughed up Shady Shin and got a lead that led him to Bolin’s Mover set. Upon discovering a near identical detonator to the one used at the bombing at the cultural center, he went to go tell Asami who he thought might be behind everything.
But, when he entered her office, Verrick was already there, saving Future Industries by buying a controlling interest in the company.
“I like to think I’m always there to stand up for the little guy. Especially if that little guy can help this guy, become a bigger guy.” Verrick said with his usual flare.
Asami was beaming, she was so happy that she wouldn’t have to lay off all her employees. “So, what were you saying?” She asked, “…you think you know who hired the Triple Threats?”
Mako kept eye contact with Verrick as he said, “Yeah, and I’m real close to proving it.” He turned to leave and added, “I’ll fill you in later.”

Meanwhile…
On a remote island, a Fire Sage walked along the sandy shores. The Order had evolved to encompass many different, sacred tasks since the end of the 100-year war. The island was established as a place of learning and one of the few places to raise and nurture the remaining sky bisons. The Order had drawn many different kinds of people to their doorsteps, looking for purpose and meaning, and Unfortunately for this particular Fire Sage, not many of them were women with low inhibitions. He had joined the day he turned 20, after a summer of traveling. Since then, he had been assigned to help maintain the temple on the island. That had been 30 years ago.
The Sage rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. The air warmed as the sun rose higher in the sky, signaling the beginning of his day. The days were boring and the work seemed less and less important as the years wore on. They had successfully prevented the extinction of the Bison’s and released many back into the wild near the Air Temples around the world. As he passed by a large rock, enjoying the last few moments of the morning before getting to work, he gasped.
A young girl laid motionless on the beach in front of him. He rushed forward and held a hand under her nose. Sighing with relief as he felt her shallow breath, he scanned the rest of her for injuries. Her clothes were soaked, clinging tightly to her shapely body and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her blue shirt. Her tanned skinned glistened in the early morning light and the Sage felt his crotch twitch in arousal. The old man glanced around, checking to make sure none of the guards were patrolling the beach. Confident that they were alone, he reached into his belt and pulled out his growing 8 inches. With his other hand he began massaging the girl’s breasts through her shirt, pinching her nipples, and stroking himself slowly.
Growing bolder, he removed her pants slowly so as not to wake her. Her heart-shaped ass bounced as her pants slipped over the luscious mounds. Her pussy was bald and surprisingly small; small enough for him to question her age. Not that it really mattered at this point. He was committed in his actions and something as unimportant as her age wasn’t gonna stop him from fucking the smokin’ hot girl. He pulled her shirt and chest wrappings off just as carefully and threw the pile behind him. He took a moment to admire the tanned beauty before him, then knelt between her legs. He inhaled the sweet aroma of her pussy, spread her lower lips, and spat into it. The Sage rubbed his thumb over her clit, stimulating her cold snatch until he felt heat begin to emanate from inside the teen’s core. He pushed two fingers up inside her and thanked the spirits for how tight the little Water Tribe Slut was. After getting her nice and wet, he removed his soaked fingers and teased her mouth open to make her taste herself. The Sage nearly leap out of his pants as the girl unconsciously sucked at his fingers.
“Holy crap this bitch must be a huge slut…” he said, lining up with her teen pussy. The pressure was out of this world. Every inch he slid inside the girl sent pangs of pure bliss to his brain. Even with his ministrations, the tanned girl was still extremely tight and it took 10 minutes of rhythmic thrusting to completely imbed his entire length inside her juicy cunt. The girl moaned lightly and shifted in place as the Sage thrust into her over and over again. Her hands moved to her plump tits and massaged her dark nipples as he sawed his cock into her underaged pussy and sending pleasure coursing through them both.
“Oh shit! Oh yeah… take my dick dirty bitch!” he moaned as her pussy clamped down on his shaft and he felt her warm juices splash his legs. The girl’s unconscious orgasm was the best thing he had seen in almost 20 years. Her body shook with excitement and, had she been awake, he was sure she’d be begging him to fuck her harder. He lifted her hips up higher and slammed 8 inches of man meat into her tiny opening as hard as he could. His balls slapped her sexy ass and the force of his thrusts made the girl’s tits bounce wildly. The site was too much for the Sage and he grunted as he approached his orgasm.
“Ugnngh! Ugggh!” Yelled the Sage as he fired 20 years of sexual repression into the teenage girl’s fertile womb. His cock spasmed and pulsed as stream after stream painted her inner walls white. The girl gave a subconscious sigh of satisfaction as her head lulled to the side.
The Sage panted from the exertion and looked down at his deflating cock buried in the teen’s sloppy cunt. After Avatar Aang removed Firelord Ozai from power, it had taken Aang a while to revamp the order of Fire Sages. He expanded the Order to include members from other Nations and modeled their new directives similar to that of the Order of the White Lotus. In doing so, he did away with some of the rituals and customs they had. One of which the Sage really wished he had been alive to experience. The Fire Nation Raiders had a habit of taking more then the allotted number of Waterbenders or Earth-benders during their raids. They would put the men to work and prostitute the girls out to the soldiers before selling the non-benders off to the brothels. The Fire Sages had been one of their most reliable customers. They bought as many exotic Water Tribe women as they could. The most attractive girls were given to the Top Sages as personal whores while the others were used in ceremonial orgy rituals. The rituals usually consisted of weeklong orgies to “please the spirits”, but the Sage figured that it was just an excuse to justify the rape of hundreds of young Water Tribe girls. After the orgies, the girls who broke were resold to private citizens as servants and the stubborn ones became public use sluts. The Sages would strap the girls to a wall and let anyone who felt like it use them to their hearts content. Unfortunately, this was one of the first few things to go after the end of the war. There was some push back, but eventually they all complied. The Order transformed closer to that of a convent and the women who chose to join, did so with vows of celibacy. With the exception of one woman from over two decades ago, the Sage had very little luck in the love department.
Imagining what it would have been like to be a member back in the day made the Sage’s cock swell again. He checked his surroundings to make sure he was still alone, then flipped the girl over on her stomach. Her ass was sticking up in the air, cum leaking out of her snatch and dripping onto the hot sand. He massaged her tanned ass and thanked his lucky stars that he chose to take his morning walk early. He gave her ass a soft smack and prodded back at the entrance to her pussy. He thrust back inside and continued his brutal assault on her cunt. He spanked her ass as he fucked her tiny, used pussy for another fifteen minutes.
Korra’s head felt fuzzy and everything seemed disconnected. She wasn’t quite awake but was teetering on the edge of consciousness just enough to feel the veiny shaft enter her moist pussy and the jolt of pleasure that followed. Her mind couldn’t form a full thought, just random words and vivid bursts of emotion. ‘Harder!’ Korra’s body rocked in time with the thrusts and she moaned lightly as her brain filled with dopamine. ‘More more more..’ Her vision flashed red behind her eyes as she spiraled toward another orgasm. ‘SLUT!’ Korra’s senses focused slightly as she neared her climax. The grains of sand felt warm pushing into her face as her pussy was stuffed.
The sound started out as a dull thud and transformed into the sharp sound of strong hips crashing into her ass from behind.
“Yeah Slut! You like this dick don’t you? Argh you’re gonna make me cum…” a male voice said as her hearing came into focus.
‘Oh my god! No!!” She thought as she realized that she was being fucked against her will. What surprised her more then that, was that her initial reaction was to start rocking her hips back, encasing more of the throbbing shaft in her tight teen twat and not screaming for help.
The Sage gripped the girl’s hips tighter and quickened his pace. He was approaching his end again and wanted to get as much pleasure as he could before blowing his load for the final time. The girl let out an audible moan and began rocking her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck yes! Oh shit, ride that dick bitch!” The Sage shouted as his cock swelled inside her spasming pussy and he reached his end. “UUNNGGH!”
“Aahahhhhhhh!” Korra screamed as she squirted her warm juices down her legs. Her legs trembled as she felt the thick cock spurt seven boiling loads of hot cum into her clutching cunny.
The Sage groaned as he violated her for a second time. Wanting to humiliate the teen tramp even more, he pulled his spasming shaft out of her drenched hole and pushed her over with his foot. He took aim at her face and chest and finished cumming on them as she opened her eyes.
Korra moaned involuntarily as warm jizz splashed against her face and trickled down her tits; The sticky cream felt good against her hot skin. The pleasant feeling was short lived as she got a good look at the older man standing over her. He towered over her holding his cock as it dripped with the remnants of his orgasm. Her head cleared as her own orgasm subsided and she spun, kicking her feet around and blasting a circle of air around her. “Get away from me!” She shouted, then dropped back to her hands and knees.
The gust of wind pushed the cum off her body and threw the Sage into the surf. He staggered to his feet, pulling up his pants and looked for their girl’s clothes. ‘Not just a girl…’ he thought, ‘the Avatar.’ He couldn’t believe that he’d been fucking the Avatar. The tide had washed the Avatar’s clothes out to sea and he wasn’t going to be caught standing over her holding his dick. He ran down the beach when he heard voices over the ridge.
“Down there!” Another Fire Sage yelled. Three of the Order climbed down the beach and ran to the Avatar when they saw the gust of air.
“Its okay. We’re here to help you Avatar Korra.” He said, kneeling next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder.
Korra’s head spun again. “Who’s… who’s Avatar Korra?” She asked, not recognizing her own name. Her entire body was sore. She hadn’t realized how much until just now.
“What happened to you?” The Fire Sage asked. “How did you end up on our island?”
“I don’t know… I can’t remember anything.” Korra said, eyes rolling up into her head as exhaustion overtook her.

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