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Night Duty	By : Kira73 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I posted this in the spring of 08 and got some good response off it. I pulled it for a revise and finally have the chance to get around to it. It's much beefier than the original, there is now a more complicated plot, the ending will be different, and there will be one more 'scene' added.
I'd love to hear what you think. Enjoy!

Night Duty - Chapter One
水火水
The summer sun had just kissed the horizon as Ming reached the gates of Prison Tower, its dying rays painting the Fire Nation capital below in myriad shades of fiery reds and oranges. She paused for a few moments and enjoyed the view, knowing well that savoring sunsets like this one would be the only thing she’d have to look forward to. Last week’s solar eclipse had insured that her professional life for the unforeseeable future would be a living hell.
Sighing, Ming turned from the sunset and stared up at the massive stone prison carved out of the very mountain that sheltered it. For the next twelve hours, she would be doing hard time. She really needed to find a new job.
As she did at the start of every shift, she headed straight for the warden’s office to check her assignment. It came as no surprise when she found her boss, Warden Poon, lounging in a chair with his feet up on his desk and eating a cinnamon fire cake. Judging from the crumbs littering the ridiculous-looking gray sideburns he sported, no doubt to compensate for his receding hairline, the pastry had not been his first of the night.
His hazel eyes narrowed on her uniformed body as she entered. “Ming. Always a pleasure to see you come into my office,” he said through a mouth full of fire cake. “How do you feel about your first night shift?”
Ming wanted to say he could shove this new shift assignment he had given her where the sun would never shine, but instead said, “I am thrilled, sir.”
She would much rather be at home reading. Or washing her hair. Or cleaning her floors... with her tongue. Any place but here on a Friday night.
Not getting her subtle sarcasm, he dropped his booted feet to the floor and brushed off the front of his uniform-turned-plate. “Not as thrilled as your partner is, I’m certain. You and Chang will be guarding the Dungeon tonight.”
Ming’s blood chilled at his words, not at the mention of the Dungeon, a large cell deep inside the mountain where the Fire Lord threw prisoners who were never to see the light of day again.
No, it was that she was to be down there with Chang. Alone. In near pitch darkness. For over twelve hours.
Chang was renown around the prison for harassing the women on duty, and had even been accused of sexual assault recently by one of prisoners. Instead of getting fired, he’d been sent down to the Dungeon for permanent guard duty. With the prison being so short-handed right now, the warden had conveniently overlooked his crime.
Well, it wasn’t going to be convenient for Ming. She’d been dodging Chang and his advances since day one of this job. “Sir, is there any chance I can trade positions with another guard?”
“If you would’ve showed up on time like you were supposed to maybe I might have considered it. But as it is no one wants to work down there. Can’t say I blame ‘em with all the rats running around. Chang doesn’t seem to mind the company though.”
That’s because Chang was a rat himself. He probably felt right at home down there. “Please sir. I... I can’t.”
“You can and you will. And don’t bother trying finding a replacement. You won’t be able to. Like it or not, I’m afraid you’re stuck, Ming.” He plucked a small oil lantern from the shelf behind his desk and handed it to her. “Here, you’re gonna need this. There should be enough oil in there to last the night.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ming said as took the lantern that appeared to have only a few hour’s worth of oil. She wanted to beat him over his graying head with the thing and run home, but she needed this job. Her father’s health was failing and her mother was too old to work. As their only child, Ming needed this job. So, with a sigh of resignation, she left the warden’s office and headed for her night in the Dungeon with Chang.
Much had changed since the eclipse—or as some called it, the Day of Black Sun. It was during those precarious few minutes, when the sun completely fell into the moon’s shadow, that a fire bender lost his ability to bend. And also during those few minutes, the inherent flaws of this prison were discovered. That the prison relied greatly on the power of fire benders to keep its prisoners in check.
Taking advantage of their captors’ lack of defenses, many prisoners were able to escape, including several earth and water benders, and one unexpectedly, very potent General Iroh. The mass escape took everyone by surprise since the guards were under strict orders not to mention the eclipse to the prisoners. Somewhere along the line, though, someone had been tipped off. No surprise considering the crookedness that existed in some of the guards, Chang included.
After the dust had settled, the majority of escapees had been found. They were promptly shipped to the maximum security prison on the Boiling Rock since they could no longer be trusted. Prison Tower had a one strike and you’re out policy. Escapes were not tolerated—period.
Unfortunately, along with those prisoners went many of Prison Tower’s guards, in order to maintain the high guard-to-prisoner ratio the warden on the Rock insisted upon. The guards who went had to be chosen by lottery, not because of high demand, but for lack of it. It seemed that, no matter how high the pay raise was, no one wanted a job on a stinking cesspool in the middle of nowhere.
Ming didn’t either and had initially been relieved when she didn’t get chosen to go. Her relief was short lived when she found out that, as one of the few remaining guards at Prison Tower, she had to work double time and three times as hard.
And now she could add enduring a shift with grabby-hands, dirty-mouthed Chang to the list.
Pausing when she reached the staircase to the Dungeon, Ming shivered at the cold, stale air that met her from the black abyss. She swallowed her fear and cautiously made her way down the steep spiral staircase step by step, her lantern held out protectively in one hand while she clutched the stone wall with the other. The worn rock stairs beneath her boots were narrow and crumbling from age. One wrong step and it could be her last.
When Ming reached the bottom, she found Chang leaning up against the wall inspecting his nails under the light of a singular wall torch. He wasn’t a tall man, but he still had a few inches over Ming and was over twice as broad. He was obsessive about keeping his body in shape and made it a point to always wear outfits that showed off his muscles to the ladies. Vanity and Chang were one and the same.
An evil grin spread over his face when he glanced up and saw her approaching. “Ming.” His dark brown eyes raked a blatant perusal over her body. “Never would I have thought I’d end up working guard duty down here with you. I’m gonna have to thank that bastard Poon tomorrow for this. You and I going to have so much fun tonight.”
“You bet,” Ming said flatly. “So who are we guarding anyway?”
Ming knew the prisoners behind the thick metal door had arrived the day after the eclipse, but she had no idea who they were. Rumors had it that an invasion had been attempted that day, but the Fire Lord had adamantly denied the claims.
Chang shrugged his massive tanned shoulders. “Not a clue. They’ve been here for about a week. Brought in right after your boyfriend escaped, in fact.”
She ignored the insinuation. Ming did care deeply for General Iroh and missed his company greatly since his escape, but she never thought of the former Fire Prince in that way. “‘They?’ You mean there’s a lot of them?”
“S'gotta be, judging from the amount of food I’ve seen going in.” He pointed with his foot to a small, rectangular panel at the bottom of the steel door where the meals were delivered. “Haven’t been in there myself, though. Not yet, anyway.” With a smirk, he jingled the keys at his side. “I heard a couple of female voices in there last night. Maybe you and I can... uh... check it out later, eh?”
Males and females in the same cell? For obvious reasons, such a thing was unheard of. Ming stared at the solid metal door, trying to figure out who could be on the other side and why there would be females in there as well as males. Whoever they were, the Fire Lord not only wanted their identity kept secret, but obviously didn’t give a fig about the women’s virtue.
Shaking her head, she took her place opposite Chang against the cool stone wall. She chanced a look over at him to see that his brown eyes were roaming freely over her body. Again. And he was wearing that stupid grin of his. Again.
It’s only twelve hours... it’s only twelve hours... it’s only twelve hours, she repeated to herself as she stared at the dirt floor.
Who was she kidding? It was going to be the longest night of her life.
She tolerated his ogling for about a minute, maybe two, but with she and Chang standing a mere six feet apart, ignoring his roving eyes proved impossible. “You have a problem with your eyes, Chang?”
“Oh, I have a problem, alright. A serious problem that only you can help me with.” he cooed with a voice that sounded like a sick Komodo rhino. Then to her shock, one of his hands grasped his crotch through his black uniform pants.
Ming tried her best to look unaffected when she wanted to run. “Get over yourself. Surely you can make it through the night without sex, or without me having to kick your ass,” she said as confidently as she could even though they both knew she couldn’t best him in a duel. She was an accomplished fire bender, but she’d never had any formal training like some of the more well off girls of the city had.
“Are you making a threat? Or a promise?” he asked, his hand still stroking his cock. Ming could tell from the outline in his pants that it was not as impressive as his muscles.
“Damn right I’m making you a promise. I will not put up with this behavior on the job, and if you don’t stop this now, Poon is going to hear about it.”
Chang snorted. “Like Poon will ever believe the word of a woman over a man.” He took one step towards her, then another, slowly stalking her in the small space. “And I am not asking you to put up, but to put out, Ming.”
With the stone wall at her back and Chang at her front, Ming was trapped. “Well, my answer is no. Find some other woman to lay your charms on.”
The flame from her lantern flickered in his eyes, which were so dilated they appeared almost black. “Oh, I don’t think so. Tonight, Ming... you’re mine.”
With a speed and power that caught her off guard, Chang grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the wall. Ming brought her right hand up in an attempt to shoot a fireball at him, but he grabbed her forearm and twisted it into an agonizing position behind her back. Instinctively, she switched her attack to her other hand, but Chang caught that arm as well and bent it in a similar way.
“I think this new... position you’re in has some definite possibilities.” He laughed at the double meaning as his slimy tongue licked a line from her throat to her ear. “What do you think, Ming?”
Biting back a cry of disgust, Ming’s feet flailed at Chang’s knees, trying to kick his legs from beneath him, but they might as well have been made of stone.
“Uh, uh, uh. Not the answer I was looking for.” He swiveled and threw her against the metal door, the force of the impact knocking the breath out of her lungs.
She fell to her knees as she struggled for air, but still managed, “Fuck... off...”
He chuckled as he loomed between her only escape route—the staircase. “With pleasure.”
Before Ming could fully grasp his words, Chang threw himself over top of her, his hands groping and grabbing and nipping at every piece of her body like a pair of fleshy lobster claws. She heard the sounds of her clothing being ripped away as she shoved and kicked against his large frame, but he was just too strong. Too heavy.
Terror spread through her like wildfire when the reality of her situation sunk in. Chang was going to rape her and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop him. Pure primal fear rose in her breast, drawing forth a loud scream from her lungs that echoed hauntingly off the rock walls and up the stairs.
“Hey, what’s going on down there?” Poon’s voice came from above.
Chang stilled, his eyes blazing with unreserved fury, first at the disembodied voice of their boss then at Ming. “You prudish bitch. I’m not gettin’ fired ‘cause you won’t spread ‘em like the others did.” The back of his hand struck her face so forcibly Ming saw stars. He clamped a beefy palm over her mouth and yelled, “Uh, nothing sir. Ming just thought she saw a rat. That’s all.”
Harsh laughter floated down the stairs. “Figures. Just make sure she keeps quiet down there. Can’t have her wakin’ up the prisoners.”
“Oh, I intend to keep her quiet. All night if I have to,” Chang growled as he slammed his lips over hers and shoved his tongue inside her mouth, nearly choking her with the flavor of curry and rotten meat.
Still suffering from the shock of his blow, and now his brutal kiss, Ming somehow summoned a final burst of adrenaline and channeled it to her knee. With a battle cry that was swallowed by his rancid mouth, she jerked her knee up and hit him squarely in the groin.
A loud grunt told her that she had hit her mark perfectly. Chang immediately broke the kiss and rolled to the side, clutching his wounded crotch. “Agni-fucking-dammit.”
Ming scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards the stone staircase, not even bothering to grab her lantern for her return to safety. Darkness was nothing compared to the blackness living inside this man and she needed to get away. Far away. But as her foot landed on the first stair, she felt it. The prickly sensation—one that felt like a million little bugs crawling over her skin at once—was unmistakable.
Latent electricity.
Frantic, Ming’s legs pumped faster, trying to flee from what she knew was coming, but when she heard the crackle as the air around her heated, she knew it was too late to run. The booming thunder hammered in her ears as Chang’s lightning struck her from behind. She didn’t even get a chance to cry out at the white-hot pain before the shadows consumed her.
水火水
Slowly, Ming became aware of several male voices. The low cadence of their whispers was somehow soothing to her. Though her entire body throbbed in agony, she forced herself to remain still for fear that she might be discovered awake. That meant the calming voices might stop. She struggled through the fog clouding her brain to make out the men’s words.
“What if she doesn’t wake up?” one of them asked.
“Then we shall tell one of the guards,” a deeper voice answered, holding a quiet but irrefutable authority.
“I think we should tell them now. She’s been here for almost two days and hasn’t woke up yet.”
Two days? What happened? Where was she? Ming wanted to ask all those questions but continued to feign sleep.
“I would prefer for her leave here conscious and able to pin the blame on what happened where it belongs, rather than for the warden to draw his own conclusions,” the commanding tone explained.
“Yes, but... but she’s a firebender.” Clear loathing oozed from a woman’s hushed voice.
“And she’s also a human being. Even if she is on the wrong side of this war, we shall treat her as fairly as we would treat one of our own prisoners.”
Wrong side? Prisoners?
Prison!
Pieces of her encounter with Chang came flooding back in a tidal wave of terrifying images. Panic crept in when she remembered that he’d knocked her out with his bending. Now she was here, wherever here was, and two days later. Had Chang done anything else to her? Or these strangers?
The need to check her wounds won out over the pretense of sleep. Her fear stepped up a notch when she found that she couldn’t move her arms, nor her legs.
Oh, Agni, she was bound!
“Quiet, I think she’s awake,” the female voice cautioned.
Ming decided to open her eyes since she’d been noticed. As her hazy vision focused under the dim light of torches, her heart fell when she saw the metal floor and walls surrounding her. Needing an assurance that she was any place but where she dreaded, Ming struggled to roll over on the thin, dirty mattress she lay on. When she did, she was greeted by the curious stares of not just a couple men, but many men—and even a few women—all of them clad in colors of Earth Kingdom greens and Water Tribe blues.
One of the Water Tribe men rose from where he sat on the floor and offered a warmhearted smile before speaking the words that stopped her heart cold.
“Welcome to the Dungeon, my lady.”
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