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Teamwork	By : Nathalia Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 12369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar:The Last Airbender, and no profit is being made. If I did, it would have been a lot steamier...

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Summary: The Ferry to Ba Sing Se wasn’t the first time Jet and Zuko worked together, or the most fun.

TEAMWORK
Some herbs were best picked at night, and Song was sure that it wouldn’t take too long. Her mother had been called to help a difficult birth in the next village, so there was no urgent need for Song to get home before she started to worry. The trees had rustled a bit a few minutes ago, but that was probably just the wind.
A nearby bush rustled next, and Song looked toward it, expecting a wild night animal of some kind. Rather than a wild animal, it was a young man with black hair and a massive scar over one eye. “Do you know where I can find a village? My friend needs a healer, badly.”
Song picked up her basket, mentally running through a list of things that might be wrong. “The village Healer is away, but I’m a senior apprentice, and I’ll do what I can.”

The scarred boy, who had introduced himself as ‘Lee’, had at least tried to make his friend comfortable with their limited resources, even if that only meant covering him with a blanket and using a rolled-up pack as a pillow. “This is Jet. We think he’s suffering from a case of The Blues.”
It would be difficult to move the young man, and Song didn’t wish to do so until she had discovered the full extent of what was wrong with him. “I cannot say that I’ve heard of any illness called The Blues. What are the symptoms?”
The injured youth shrugged. “Pain, mostly. Shortness of temper and depression, too.”
Behind her, Lee muttered under his breath. “Irrationality.”
It didn’t sound like anything Song had ever heard of, and ‘The Blues’ was a very strange name for any ailment. Nevertheless, Song was a healer, and bound to help however she could. Pain was the first and largest symptom, so she ignored the first young man, focussing on her patient. “Does it hurt here?”
Jet shook his head. “Lower.”
Further down, below the ribcage. “What about here?”
Jet squirmed. “Tickles, but no. Lower.”
She had reached his hips, just above the blanket that covered his crossed legs. “What about here?”
His eyes flickered over her shoulder for a moment, but he shook his head. “Lower.”
Song removed the blanket, only to find him bare (and quite well-built) from the waist down. The attempt to force herself back to professionalism went flying out the window when Jet uncrossed his legs, revealing a semi-hard erection. Before Song could do more than blink, strong hands grabbed her hips, pulling back so she fell onto her hands and knees, and Jet’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth down onto his dick.
Song tried to scream as her skirt was pulled down and off, an arm wrapping around her hips to lift her slightly, while the other hand started exploring her vagina. Balancing on one hand, she tried to hit at the culprit, but they easily stayed out of reach. Lee forced two fingers inside her as Jet allowed her up for air, one hand moving from her hair to the ties on her blouse.
Song gasped for breath, but Lee didn’t let up. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he only pumped harder. Jet ripped her blouse off, then started removing his armor and shirt. A glance behind her showed that Lee was already naked, probably having stripped while she examined his friend. Neither of them seemed even slightly ashamed of the deception, “Hey, Jet, how is she?”
Jet grinned. “Inexperienced, but hot. I could spend all night in her mouth, given the chance. What about on your end?”
Song couldn’t see if Lee was amused or not, though he certainly sounded pleased. “Tight, but getting wet faster than I expected. I claim first.”
Jet looked almost sulky. “Fine, but you’ll want a go at her mouth, first. Get up here.”
Filling her lungs, Song screamed for help. Both young men rolled their eyes. “We’re too far out for anyone to hear you, slut. But if you want to scream, we’re happy to help.”
They had allowed her to sit back on her heels, and Lee pulled something out of a pack. Song had no idea what the long cylinder might be for, until he started pushing it between her legs. The attached leather straps fitted around her thighs, and the two boys started to tighten them. At first, the device only brushed her cunt, but as the straps were pulled, it was pushed further inside. Song screamed again as it broke her barrier, lodged inside and stretching her painfully as Lee came to stand beside Jet, groins level with her face. Song tried to lean away, but Jet slapped her exposed breasts as Lee gripped her head. Seconds later, she was trying to breathe around him as Jet alternated between roughly groping her breasts and guiding one of her hands over his cock.
Song struggled as hard as she could, but she was a healer, not a fighter, and they were much stronger than she was. Lee began to harden in her mouth, and she could feel her passage stretching under the thing’s assault, sending a jolt of pain whenever she tried to move. Any noise she tried to make was muffled, sounding almost like the sounds that had resulted in walking in on her cousin and his girlfriend in the stable together.
The boys certainly seemed to think so, as they laughed. “She’s moaning like a whore! I wonder if her patients get some bonus sexual healing when they come to visit.”
Jet reached down to remove the cylinder, and Song allowed herself to relax as Lee pulled out of her mouth. It didn’t last, however, and suddenly Jet was in her mouth and Lee was kneeling behind her, hard dick slowly pushing inside her. Song managed to pull away from Jet for a few vital moments. “Stop it! Please, stop it! I don’t – mmph!”
Jet yanked her back as Lee slammed into her, grinding against Song’s backside. “Did you hear something, Lee?”
Lee drove deeper into her body. “Unh! Not a thing, why?”
Song choked as Jet forced her to take him completely in her mouth, and Lee grabbed one of her full breasts. Song couldn’t help the moan that escaped, blushing red as the two boys laughed. Jet reached down for the other breast, rougher than Lee, and they both pulled out. Lee was quickly back again, this time moving slower, his mouth on her neck as she writhed in his arms.
Song began to cry as Jet left her mouth to kneel in front of her, carefully joining Lee in her cunt. Another moan escaped her, feeling like she was about to be torn in half. “Pl – please, you’re hurting me! You won’t fit, I can’t take it! I – ow! No!”
Neither boy was particularly inclined to listen, and Jet sheathed himself tightly in her warm flesh. “Did we ask for your opinion, little slut? Unh! Oh, yes. I feel like we fit just fine, what about you, Lee?”
Lee took his mouth from her neck long enough to reply, “She’s tight, but I’m not having any trouble. Ah! Oh, Spirits, she’s so good!”
Song certainly felt tight, stretched beyond bearing. “I can’t – I can’t do it! Unh! Let me go, and I promise I won’t tell…”
They laughed again, forcing themselves deeper. “By the time you try to raise the alarm, we’d be long gone, and that’s if they could track or catch us.” Lee gripped her hair, yanking her head back. “Stop whining, and we’ll let you go un-injured.” Jet lowered his mouth to her breasts again. “Start encouraging us, and we won’t spread the news to everyone we come across.”
The shame of that would be too much. She and her mother would be ostracised, and people would stop coming to the hospital, afraid of being tainted just by association. Swallowing back a sob, Song made her choice. “Then take me however you want. OW, not so hard! I need you to fill me.”
Lee considered pointing out that she didn’t sound very sincere or enthusiastic, but Jet got there first. “Could you sound any less happy? I said encouragement, not bland!”
Trapped between them, her slender body stuffed full, Song could only scream and cry as she was mercilessly fucked, praying for it to be over soon. Jet gripped her hair, forcing his mouth over hers as the other hand went to her breast. Lee forced her legs wider, which tightened her body around them, making it hurt worse as they ravaged her. “Say it, bitch! Ask us to fuck you!”
He knew that she couldn’t, her mouth otherwise occupied, but it would heighten Song’s sense of helplessness. Pinned against him, Lee managed to hook his legs around hers, dragging them open, as if putting her on display. Song coloured with shame, intensified by the leer Jet gave her, moving back to inspect the sight.
There seemed to be a last hint of defiance in the little healer when Jet stopped kissing her. “No! Let me go! Stop it! Unh, ah! Please! Aaaaahh!”
They pulled out, letting her hope that they were done, only for Lee to force his way into her ass while Jet returned to her cunt, penetrating at a painful angle. “You won’t be able to walk after this, anyway, so you might as well make it easy on yourself.”
Song tilted her hips, trying to ease their entry, finally submitting. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Please, fuck me.”
A rough squeeze of her breasts. “What was that? We can’t hear you.”
Song would bet that they could hear her perfectly well, but knew better than to say so. “I want you to fill me. Unh! Please, I need you to fuck me, unh, oh!”
Jet smirked. “What do you want, exactly?”
Song gave him a frustrated look, her body arching from a particularly hard thrust from Lee. “I don’t know! I was a virgin until tonight, what makes you think I have the faintest idea about all of this?”
Lee snickered. “She’ll be experienced soon enough, but she has a point. Why don’t we tell her what we want?”
Jet ran his hands over her body. “We’re going to rape you until you can’t walk straight, and you’re going to be our personal whore until morning.”
Lee cut in, “Or until we decide we’re sick of you. I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name. I’ll take you so hard and rough you won’t be able to move.”
Song didn’t want it, but her body still reacted to the stimulation, growing warm, her breath coming in short pants. Something was coiling deep in her belly, winding tighter and tighter until she shattered, the tension draining out of her limbs as she slumped between them.
Jet burst into raucous laughter. “Look! I guess she was enjoying it after all! Do you want more, little slut?”
Song didn’t, but she also didn’t want everyone within three days’ travel to find out, either, which they would if she tried to protest. “Please, let me rest!”
Even a brief reprieve would have been a blessing, but it was not to be. Jet wrapped his strong arms around her upper back, holding her tightly against him. Her breasts were level with his mouth, keeping him occupied as Lee fucked her ass, pulling out and returning to her cunt just in time to empty his load inside her.
Working in a hospital, some things were hard to miss. “No! Please, pull out! If I get pregnant… unh!”
Neither of them seemed to care, as Lee yanked her back to him, giving Jet the room to plunge back inside, pounding toward his own release. Song writhed, her muscles aching from the continued strain, but the two young men simply gripped her harder.
She hoped that it was over when Jet released inside her, but they did not let her up. The promise of not being able to move or walk straight might not have been so much of an exaggeration as she had originally thought.
It wasn’t, as they settled for playing with her body while they recovered, coaxing her to another orgasm. Song knew that it was nothing more than a physiological reaction, but that didn’t stop the shame she felt at their crude jeers.
They took her in turns next, giving each boy a chance to recover while the other fucked her, but not allowing Song a moment of reprieve. She bounced on Jet’s lap as he mauled her breasts, wondering if it would ever end. “OW! Please, not so hard! Unh!”
Jet let go of her breasts and grabbed her waist, pulling her down to grind against him as he came inside her again. At this rate, Song thought as she sucked Jet clean, it would be a miracle if she didn’t end up with child.
Lee took over, pushing her face down into the dirt. “Right where you belong, little slut. Now, be a good girl…”
Song obediently spread her legs, turning her head to the side so that she could breathe. His fingers trailed over her back, his other hand slipping between her legs as he pushed into her ass. Song cringed; they had been taking turns occasionally coaxing her into an orgasm, ‘to be fair’, and it worked. She would cum, and they would laugh and make jokes about her reaction, and Song would be too humiliated to enjoy it.
Lee teased and tempted her clit, the building pleasure waring with the fading pain of having him in her ass as he fucked her. She felt herself becoming wet, the now-familiar coiling deep inside her, a contrast with the shame of desire as they dishonoured her. Lee felt the devastation, had seen it in Song’s pretty eyes, and didn’t care. He pulled out of her ass, moving to her mouth instead, holding back long enough to climax at the same time as she did.
Song slumped, to worn out to move as Jet took Lee’s place. Her voice was an exhausted murmur. “Let me rest… no more… please, I’ll pass out…”
The two boys exchanged looks, before Jet gathered their clothing and Lee lifted her in his arms, carrying her to a cave where, from the set-up, it looked as though they had been staying.
They put her down on a blanket and lay on either side. Jet threw a leg over her hips and Lee wrapped her hair in his fist, stopping her from escaping during the night. “Sleep, Song. There’s no use in only having you for a few hours.”
Song was dead to the world before she could comprehend the full implications of the words, a temporary blessing.
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