Chapter 15 - Korra vs Rocket Dildos

Showered and safe back on Ass Bending Island, Korra pondered her next move. “It seems like Amon has a man on the inside,” she said to herself. “How else could he have invaded the pro bending tournament, aside from the terrible security? But who could it be?”

She thought about it all through assbending training. It was as she was cumming from a wooden dildo shoved deep inside her ass that she had an idea. “It must be Sato,” she said. “What kind of man doesn’t want to fuck his own daughter? Especially if that daughter is as hot as Asami. Not that I’m gay or anything.”

After her last run-in with Equalists, Korra decided that she needed backup. She went to Mako and Bolin’s apartment to ask them for help.

It turned out Mako and Bolin were upset about Korra having lost them the pro bending tournament. Instead of hearing out her proposal, they dragged her to the floor and stripped her clothes off. They expressed their disappointment with her all day, well into the night, and the next morning as well. They weren’t satisfied until they had her sobbing apologies in between brutal slaps and spanks and begging for more with each thrust inside her. It wasn’t the first time she had begged for men to hurt and punish her, and it wouldn’t be the last, but Korra thought it was especially nice knowing her friends thought of her as a disposable set of fuckholes. 

When they finally untied her and rolled her off the couch, she was able to crawl to the bathroom and see the messages they had left on her skin. Encouraging messages like “Slut” were written on her forehead, and there was Whore and Slag on her right and left boobs, respectively. Other messages on her thighs and lower stomach advertised her pussy as a recommendable place to deposit cum. Sighing, she did her best to wash it off before heading out again.

Working with Chief Beifong last night had gone pretty well aside from the gangrape. Even though they had some personal disagreements, maybe working with the police chief to take down Hiroshi Sato was a good idea.

Chief Beifong wasn’t at her desk when Korra went to the police station. She asked the officers there where she was.

“You have slut written on your forehead,” one of them said helpfully.

Korra rubbed her forehead. “Oh, darn, it didn’t wash off.”

“Anyway, Chief Beifong is questioning prisoners in the cells. She said we weren’t to bother her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m the Avatar,” Korra said. “That commands a lot of respect. Stop staring at my tits,” she added.

Korra headed down to the cells.

“MMPH GLURK GAK!”

Korra located the source of the gagging and choking noises as she opened the door to the cells. Chief Beifong was on her knees in front of one of the cells sucking dick through the bars.

“Hey, chief,” Korra said.

Chief Beifong spluttered in shock and pulled off the cock, or tried to. A hand snaked through the bars and grabbed the back of her head, holding her down until her cheeks bulged and her eyes widened. Korra saw the telltale dribble of cum from her lips as she was finally released.

“I said no one was to disturb me,” she said, her cheeks red.

“Yeah, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come investigate Hiroshi Sato with me,” Korra said. She smirked. “Unless you’re busy.”

“I, I was questioning prisoners,” Chief Beifong fumed.

“What were you asking, when was the last time they came?”

“Ten seconds ago,” a prisoner volunteered helpfully.

Korra leaned forward, grinning. “You liked last night, didn’t you?”

“Shut up!”

“Talk about bringing balance to your sex life. You probably hadn’t properly been fucked in years until you locked me up.”

“Sup, Avatar,” a prisoner said. A number of the others greeted her as well.

“Hey!” Korra said. “Facefucker Mick, how ya doing? And if it isn’t Two Fingers Jones. I thought you would be out by now.”

“I fucked a shopkeeper when she wouldn’t give me a discount,” he said sheepishly.

“Shame on you,” Korra tutted. “Anyway, chief, if you’re done sucking dick, I think Hiroshi Sato is helping the Equalists.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Have you seen his daughter, Asami? She’s a babe.”

“She’s smoking hot,” agreed Facefucker Mick.

“Thanks, Mick. But guess what, he doesn’t even want to fuck her at all.”

“That’s normal, Korra,” Chief Beifong said.

“Says the girl who’s sucking dick through a cell bar.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that a request? Anyway, you want to help?”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a lead.” Without her quite noticing, one of the prisoners took her hand and had it start rubbing his hard cock.

“Well, it’s the best I’ve got.” Korra raised an eyebrow as Chief Beifong’s other hand was also set to tugging cock.

“I can’t investigate private citizens without a warrant,” said Chief Beifong said as the sound of dual-handed fapping filled the musty room.

Korra wrinkled her nose at the familiar stink of sex and cum. “You seem busy here, so I don’t want to bother you.”

“I try to mmph mmph,” Chief Beifong said as her chin was pinched and her mouth was drawn onto another cock.

It didn’t seem like much help was coming from the recently enlightened chief of police. Korra stuck around long enough to watch her get cum all over her face, then headed out, wondering if Asami would help her investigate her father.

When she knocked on the door to the Sato household, a butler answered. Korra wanked him off to get inside.

“Do you know where Asami or her father is?” she asked while wiping her hands off on a towel.

He was a little sleepy, but answered nonetheless. “Asami is out shopping, she should be back soon. Mr. Sato is in his secret room building secret things, I’m not supposed to tell you about it. You have slut written on your forehead,” he added.

“I know. So where is this secret room of his?”

“Oh, um, I’m not supposed to tell you that.”

Korra rolled her eyes and got out her tits. “How about now?”

“Down the hall and to your left, there’s a secret corridor down to a hidden basement,” he said instantly. “…Can I touch them?”

Korra let him have a feel, then followed his directions and found herself inside some kind of giant room full of machines and electricity. She opened another door, and saw Hiroshi Sato sitting at a desk, arm tugging furiously at something under the desk. A picture of someone she couldn’t see was on the desk in front of him.

“Hey,” Korra said loudly. Sato squawked and jerked the picture away, half-ducking under the desk.

“Oh, uh, Avatar, I didn’t hear you come in,” he said awkwardly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I don’t know, your hand?” Korra guessed.

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, grabbing a tissue and wiping something off behind the desk.

“So hey are you an Equalist?” Korra asked. 

He practically jumped out of his chair. “Of - of course not! Why do you ask?”

Korra sauntered toward him, grinning. “I can get it out of you, you know.” She leaned over his desk, her chest melons straining to pop out of her tight blue tank top. She chuckled at the way his eyes were mesmerized by them. “Even if you’re bending the truth, I can straighten you right up,” she said.

A minute later she was kneeling in front of his chair, her shirt on the floor beside her as she wrapped her fat tits around his painfully hard cock. Grinning up at him, she squeezed and rubbed her breasts up and down his cock, and licked the tip. Her tongue had barely touched his cock when it exploded, splattering her face with cum.

“Mm, you’re a quick shot,” she giggled, licking his cum off her lips. She made sure he was watching, then swallowed it down. He gulped audibly.

Korra started rubbing his cock off again. “How about round two?” she simpered.

Five minutes later Hiroshi Sato was groaning in pain and begging for mercy. Korra wore two fresh loads on her brown tits, and a third had smacked her right in the forehead and gotten in her hair.

“Ready to admit it?” Korra said throatily. She squeezed her tits tight around his cock.

“Yes!” he groaned. “I’m an Equalist, damn it. It’s all because benders killed my wife.”

“Holy shit, what?” Korra said

“Well, that’s what I told Asami anyway,” he admitted. “Actually, she went partying and fucked a bender. Turns out someone with magical sex powers is way better than me. She ran off to live with him. Last I heard she gets gangbanged by benders on the regular. Rather upsetting, honestly.”

Korra gave his cock a thoughtful suck. “That’s rough, buddy. Still, I have to take you in now.”

“Oh, um, hold on.” He pressed a button on his desk.

“What was that?” Korra asked.

Korra looked out from under the desk as the wall slid up. A giant mech robot thing that made no sense for the level of technology previously displayed emerged.

“Get her, sex mech,” Sato said, like a fucking lunatic.

Korra scrambled out from under the desk, shirtless and with her firsts raised. “What the hell is that?”

“I may or may not be making sex mechs for Amon to take on Republic City,” he said. “Also, I kind of have to kill you now. Or at least fuck you a bunch, we seem to have confused those things as a society.”

Korra dodged as the mech shot a wire out from its fist and tried to grab her. “What the hell are you planning?” she demanded.

“To take over Republic City and debend the entire world,” he said. “Then I’ll finally have my wife back.”

“Dude, I don’t know how to tell you this, but she’s a total slut.” Korra’s naked tits flapped as she jumped to avoid a rocket-powered dildo fired out of the mech’s ass.

“You don’t know her,” Sato said. “She’s different.”

“Sounds like she’s a ho. Dump her for a new chick,” Korra said, and then punched the mech, which turned out to be pretty stupid.

It grabbed her and shot wires from its body, wrapping around her and holding her in the air. Korra wriggled helplessly while it stripped her pants off and pulled her legs apart by her ankles.

Korra had faced down more than one imminent fucking with nothing she could do about it, but this mech was on a completely different level. She might as well have been a toy in a child’s hands for all her ability to close her legs or free herself from the wires.

“Hahaha, yes,” Sato giggled like a complete loon. “Fuck her, my robotic, apparently semi-intelligent creation.”

Korra wasn’t about to go down like this. Time to show why she was the Avatar.

“Please don’t have your giant robot fuck the shit out of me?” she said.

“No.”

Before Korra could develop her counterargument, the mech fired another rocket-powered dildo. It rammed straight into Korra’s exposed cunt and made her head fly back as she cried out. A moment later, she felt it release an electrical discharge inside her. The electric surge made her whole body jerk and shudder uncontrollably.

At first Korra thought it was over. But it discharged again inside her pussy, making her moan as electricity pulsed through her. Her hips shook and her voice trembled, and her pussy spurted helplessly from the stimulation.

The sex machine had only begun its torture. Bound and trussed in midair, Korra watched as the mech attached a wire to the dildo and began to pump it in and out of her. Biting her lip, pretty much the only part of Korra that could move were her flexing ankles and curling toes as the mech fucked her. When the dildo send another electric burst through her, she came hard, moaning out in a voice that shook with electricity.

Next more implements emerged from the mech. Thin wires attached metal clips to her aching nipples that clamped down tight like teeth on her sensitive nubs. The wires pulled on her breasts and made her groan another, smaller device was clamped on her clit. That one started to vibrate, making Korra’s back arch and her legs tense before another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her pussy drooling over the electric dildo.

Sato giggled with glee down below. “That’s right,” he said. “Teach the Avatar a lesson. My mechanical creations are far superior to your bending.”

“Shut up!” Korra said. The last thing she wanted to hear while getting fucked to pieces was some fat nerd ranting.

She could silence Sato, and suck him off if that failed, but the mech was another thing. The clamps on her nipples sent electricity running through her. Korra was left babbling and spilling drool down her chin as the machine relentlessly stimulated her body, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her body.

“Oh, fuck me,” she shivered as the dildo pumped away inside her squelching pussy and the vibrating device on her clit made her tremble. “Oh fuck, oh fuck no, oh fuck YES!” she howled, her head thrown back by sheer pleasure.

Korra felt like it was trying to find the point when she wouldn’t cum anymore. In her experience that was like trying to fill a bottomless hole. Still, at some point even she was starting to run out of stamina, fucked ragged and shocked until she was limp and drooling, whimpering weakly. Even then it didn’t stop, making her cum again and again until she was begging for it to stop. Korra had never not wanted to cum in her life. It was kind of embarrassing.

Finally the machine seemed to sense that she was through. It dropped her on the ground, removing the electric clamps and vibrating device, although it shoved the dildo deep inside her pussy and kept it stuck there. Korra was turned away from it, waiting submissively on her hands and knees like a tamed bitch.

“BENDER DEFEATED,” the mech announced in a metallic voice. “TAGGING AND PREPARING FOR USE.”

Korra barely had a moment to think about what that meant when she felt something prick her right ear. Something snapped into the hole and clasped there like an earring, a tag that read 000001. Then something descended from over her and hooked inside her nose, pulling her nostrils up like a pig and connecting to a thin wire that extended from the base of the dildo, pulling both the nose hook and the dildo tight. Korra felt her pussy drool as she realized she had been turned into Equalist livestock. 

A bit gag completed the deal, leaving her unable to even complain about her situation. She stared miserably at Sato as he approached her, nervous glee in his eyes.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” he said in a shrill voice. “Some Avatar, more like a piggy who got what she deserved.”

Just then the door opened. Korra felt hope swell in her sore breast as Asami walked into the room, looking stunned as she took in Korra’s appearance.

“Daddy?” she said. “Korra? What’s going on?”

“Hello, honey,” Sato said quickly, stepping in front of Korra as if he could cover a naked Avatar and a giant mech. “The Avatar and I were just having a civil conversation about, um, chairs.”

Asami stared. “Chairs?”

“Yes, chairs,” said Sato feverishly, trying to hide the boner in his pants. He had been so close to fucking the Avatar when Asami walked in. “And so…well, it escalated. Consensually.”

“Korra, is this true?” Asami asked.

Korra shook her head. “Mm-mm.”

Asami marched past her father and tugged the bit gag out of Korra’s mouth. “Korra, what’s going on?”

Korra let a mouthful of drool spill out of her mouth. “Uh, I found out your dad is an Equalist, and then he fucked me with this giant robot thing, so honestly, you tell me.”

Asami looked at her father, distraught. “Daddy, you said these machines were for helping couples work out their marital issues. We built them together!”

“I lied, okay?” Sato snapped, wiping his sweaty hands on his shirt. “Fucking sue me. Honey, benders are degenerate sluts and gangbangers. Just look at the Avatar.” He gestured at Korra, who shrugged. He kind of had a point.

“So what, Daddy, that means we can just build giant fuck machines to destroy them?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Asami shook her head. “No, that’s wrong. I won’t be a part of it.”

“Asami, I’m doing this for you. I love you.”

“Oh, he’s not the bad guy,” Korra said, relieved.

“I mean like a daughter,” Sato said. At Korra’s blank look, he added, “I’m not fucking my daughter.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I won’t help you destroy the city,” Asami said. “Korra, let’s fight together. I helped build these machines, I know how to defeat them.”

Korra was kind of exhausted and still had the nose hooks and the dildo keeping her back arching. “Uh, sure, you know what, I’ll watch you and get some pointers.”

“Asami, don’t do this,” her father warned.

“I have to, Daddy.” She pointed a finger at the mech. “Deactivation code 609 - EEEEEEP!”

Before she could finish, wires grabbed her and hoisted her upside down in the air. Wires wrapped around her and covered her mouth and bound her body tightly.

“Don’t fuck her!” Sato said, but there was a boner straining in his pants. Korra saw it and had an idea.

“If you let us go, I’m sure I can talk her in to fucking you,” she said.

“I DON’T WANT TO FUCK MY DAUGHTER!” Sato shouted. “Destroy them!” he said to the mech, and turned and left, but not before seeing Asami’s perfect tits bared by the mech and the blissed-out look on her face as the mech penetrated her with an electric dildo.

Asami’s moans filled the room as the  mech started fucking its creator. They were so warm and intense that Korra’s pussy started clenching reflexively on the dildo plugged deep inside her. Just watching Asami’s face turn from fear to pleasure was enough to send Korra over the edge.

Korra tried to take advantage of the momentary post-orgasm clarity to do something, but the mech seemed to sense she was back in action. It wrapped wires around her waist and pulled her up into the air alongside Asami. Made to look at each other, Korra felt that her nose-hooked face didn’t half compare to the beauty of Asami’s captured in the agony of pleasure.

She watched in amazement as the mech showed it had even more tools to play with, in this case a pair of paddles that went to work on Asami’s sculpted asscheeks, making her gasp and moan with every coordinated spanking. Amazed at Asami’s ingenuity and jealous at the treatment she was getting, Korra leaned forward, trying to get a kiss of Asami’s mouth even though it was covered by wires. The mech seemed to sense her intentions, because it sent thin wires to pull Asami’s eyes, which were closed shut as she moaned in orgasm.

Korra and Asami stared at each other as the machine turned them into its fuckpuppets, ravaging their pussies and pushed them together as the machine’s wires fell away from Asami’s mouth. Their lips met, and then Asami said quickly, “Deactivation code 6095 mm Korra mmmph.”

The mech made a buzzing noise as it powered down, but it didn’t actually retract its wires, leaving the two girls stranded in the air, legs kicking and toes wriggling as they kissed. Finally Asami was able mumble into Korra’s mouth the code for setting the mech back to neutral, and they landed in a sweaty, wet pile on the floor.

They untangled themselves reluctantly. Asami helped Korra into a kneeling position. “Are you okay?” she asked, checking the Avatar for signs of injury to anything other than her pride.

Korra nodded. “Thanks for saving me. I thought I was fucked.”

Asami didn’t answer, just gently took out the nose hooks and unclasped the tag in Korra’s ear, although the piercing remained. She kissed her gently on the lips.

Korra kissed her back. “Still got the dildo in me. Also, we should go after your father while we can.”

Asami agreed, and told Korra to hold still while she removed the dildo. Asami was about to toss it aside when she got a sight of the Avatar’s juices glistening on the fat dildo. She held the dildo to her face and sniffed Korra’s cum, then licked some of it off and swallowed. Korra shivered as Asami’s eyes changed from concerned to predatory.

“We should really mmph!” Korra was cut off as Asami leaned over her and bore her to the ground with a kiss. Straddling the Avatar, Asami held up the dildo and grinned. 

“Aren’t you dating Mako?” Korra said meekly as Asami brought the dildo to the Avatar’s lips.

“That was like, an entire year ago,” Asami said. “Now open up…bitch.”