Chapter 12 - 1v1 me bro

Korra sighed as she read the newspaper. The task force she was heading with Tarrlok was making slow progress with Amon. At the same time, she wished there wasn’t that picture of her on her knees surrounded by members of the task force, her tits out and her face in the process of being showered with cum. It hadn’t got her from her good side, for one.

“What should I do about it, Tenzin?” she asked as she turned the page.

He worked a second finger up her butt and made her knees buckle. “I don’t know, how about you learn to take it up the ass like a proper bitch?”

“That’s a good idea, Tenzin.”

She listened to Amon’s pirated broadcast on the radio. She really didn’t know why people kept letting him do that.

“The Avatar’s a total bitch,” he said. “Why can’t she face me like a man, but, you know, a woman, instead of hiding behind her task force like, well, a girl? Not to be sexist or anything but I’m kind of pretty sure she’s just a whore. Amon the investigation. Get it? Anyone?”

It cut out.

“He’s so cre-ee-eepy,” Korra shuddered as Tenzin fingerfucked her ass. She bit her lip and doubled over, trying not to cum.

“He’s kind of a weirdo. Oh, damn it, are you going to cum again?”

“N-noooo!”

He sighed as her body quivered and her voice broke, her pussy drooling down her naked thighs. “You really are pretty useless. Clean up and go suck some cock or something.”

I am not useless, Korra thought. I’m going to challenge Amon to a one-on-one fight. That’s a great idea.

*

“That’s a terrible, stupid idea,” Tenzin said.

“Completely idiotic,” Tarrlok agreed.

“You’re a moron,” Chief Beifong said.

“Oh hey, you got out of prison,” Korra said.

“Fuck you, bitch.”

“I’m going to do it.”

“All right,” Tenzin said.

“Okay,” Tarrlok agreed.

“Can’t wait to watch you get raped,” Chief Beifong said.

“Hey now,” Korra said. “I’m not going to get raped. I’m going to beat Amon up.”

“Sure.”

*

“So here’s the plan,” Chief Beifong said. “We’ll lure Amon out to this abandoned island that you’ll be on, alone. We won’t do any kind of sweep of the place beforehand and there will be no security there to protect you or capture him.”

“Sounds smart.”

“It is. We’re geniuses. You ready?”

“I hope he likes me.”

“Korra. Just suck some dick.”

“Yes mmph.”

*

Korra waited impatiently on the island. It was already nightfall, and the challenge had been sent. Either he had gotten here before her and had set up an ambush, or Amon had pussied out.

She paced back and forth, imagining various ways to karate chop some justice into him, or at least give him a really nice handjob so he’d chill out.

It was getting late. It looked like Amon hadn’t decided to show. What a loser. She couldn’t wait to tell everyone that the scary Amon was a chicken.

Just as she was walking away, a chain whipped out from nowhere and snagged her around the angle, bringing her crashing to the ground.

The chain dragged her into the interior of the building, where in the dim light she could just barely make out dozens of shadowy figures. They were all wearing Equalist masks. She tried to get up, but more chains seized her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms back, forcing her back to arch and her heavy chest to thrust forward, her tits bouncing in her tight shirt.

“Hey, boys,” she said as the Equalists surrounded her. “Cool masks, can I have one?” She said this with a tone that suggested gang rape was something that happened to her every weekend, which it was. 

Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she could make out a figure with a bone-white mask with a dumb red dot on its forehead coming toward her. Oh shit, she realized. Is that Amon?

“Hey, Amon, buddy,” she said. “How you doing? Listen, this whole challenge thing? Totally a joke. Haha. Get it?”

He paused. “What’s the joke?”

“Um.”

“I like jokes.”

Korra’s mind raced. “So this girl, right? How’s everyone doing, by the way? So this girl walks into a trap.”

He leaned forward. “Yeah?” he said.

“So - so yeah - so she walks into a trap. And the Equalists are there, right?”

“Catholic Equalists? Jewish Equalists? Irish Equalists?”

“Just…just Equalists. And they say…’we love you, we’re not going to rape you even a little.’ And the girl’s all like - she’s the Avatar by the way - she’s like, ‘awesome, I didn’t want to get raped.’ So….”

“So?” Amon sounded really excited. “What happened then?”

“Then they let her go. Get it?”

“Haha!” 

“Haha!” Korra said.

“Haha,” the Equalists said.

“I’ve got to remember that one,” Amon said. “Do you mind if I steal it?”

Korra shifted against her restraints. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Sweet. Rape her, boys.”

“But I told a joke!” Korra protested as the Equalists surrounded her. They didn’t seem interested in her budding comedy career, instead grabbing hold of her chained body. Hands groped her breasts through her shirt and squeezed her ass, which clenched as if in protest. Korra writhed as fingers stroked her neck and ran down her back, before they slipped inside her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her heaving tits. An Equalist pinched a nipple and made her groan.

They pressed around her as Korra started to respond to their touch. Hands shoved inside her tight pants and pushed thick fingers into her pussy, spreading her lips apart as they yanked on the chains binding her limbs, pulling her wide apart and pulling her arms out and back, forcing her chest out.

The stimulation all over her body was getting to her. Her breath came hard and her hips jerked in different directions as they teased and touched her. “I think the Avatar likes this,” one laughed, slapping her ass. “Do you like that, slut?”

Korra groaned in response.

“I hear the Avatar goes crazy for a finger in her ass,” another said. He demonstrated by pulling her pants down to her ankles. Her feet were so wide apart that he didn’t have any trouble spreading her cheeks and pushing a fat finger up her puckered hole. He worked his way inside her ass and laughed at her moans.

Korra was shaking hard, trying to resist the orgasm building up inside her. An Equalist pinched her red face and spit on her tongue as it lolled out of her mouth. Her hips were shaking back and forth, her legs trembling, nipples aching, and then one brushed a hand across her clit, and she couldn’t take it any more, sagging at the knees as she came. He spit on her tongue again, and Korra swallowed it instinctively, still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They didn’t let her rest. Heavy palms slapped her face, rousing her from the stunned afterglow. They pulled her chains so her arms were forced together behind her back. Bound at the ankles, her legs were pulled up like a fish tail behind her as she was lowered to the ground and placed on her side. She glared at her captors before one of them placed his foot on her face, smushing her cheek against the floor. Unable to see anything but the underside of his foot, Korra twitched and shuddered as more feet pressed on her, weighin on her thighs and neck, pressing against her tits and rubbing her. Something about being the foot mat for a group of criminals made her feel strangely excited. Before long she was moaning into the ground as they molested her just as thoroughly with their feet as they had done their hands.

Watching the Avatar get off on being abused only encouraged the Equalists to further her treatment. She was repositioned yet again, forced to squat on her heels with her legs spread apart. Chains from her ankles were attached crossways to her wrists, pulling her hands behind her head, elbows pointed up. Hands pinched her chin and tugged her mouth open while an Equalist positioned himself in front of her, tightly gripping her head in two meaty palms.

There wasn’t much time for witty banter. Korra was given a mouthful of cock and an eyeful of crotch as the Equalist shoved his dick into her open mouth and forced her head down his shaft in one rough motion. Korra’s eyes widened even as her mouthbending training kicked in, relaxing her throat and pushing her tongue out, sucking him deeper inside her throat until he hilted his cock inside her esophagus, pulling wet, gagging noises from her. Maybe she shouldn’t have been trying to please a criminal raping her throat, but she had been trained well, and what she had been trained to do was mostly to take dick.

“I think this slut likes having her throat stretched,” the Equalist groaned as he facefucked her, Korra gagging in rhythm with his thrusts. This was a generous claim, seeing as how Korra had actually had her throat stretched by polar bear dogs, training dildos, and, after pissing off a mouthbending master once, an actual hand. Choking on dick was just another Tuesday as far as Korra was concerned, although admittedly she usually had some say in the matter, even if what she said was usually “GLURK GACK GHHKLLKH!”

Maybe it was too obvious that she could take a dick. One Equalist grabbed the back of her head, forcing her head back and forth, doubling the force of the thrusts into her throat. Others pushed her, jostled her, squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples, even grabbing her busy neck, forcing her off balance and making her struggle as the Equalist abusing her mouth took full advantage of her distress to humiliate her, making tears sting her eyes and drool spill down his cock from her mouth as her body instinctively tried to expel the obstruction making a toy out of her throat.

He finally came inside her, making her eyes bulge out pathetically as he squished her nose against his belly. His cum poured straight into her stomach before he finally pulled out with a contented sigh and a casual backhand to her face, making her grunt and her pussy itch to be fucked. She wasn’t given any time to rest. Another Equalist lined up to use her stomach as their helpless cum bucket. Others shoved their metal poles up her cunt and inside her tight ass, making her whole body tremble while he fucked her mouth. Meanwhile her other holes were being fucked as well, writhing up and down while they worked the metal poles in and out of her.

Both Korra and the Equalists came over and over as the mouth-fueled orgy went on. Korra’s stomach gurgled with a dozen pent-up loads of cum while her hips twitched tiredly as two metal poles stretched her ass out while three more were wedged deep inside her pussy. Her face and hair were smeared with the cum of Equalists who couldn’t wait their turn or who wanted to humiliate her more than they wanted to add to the communal cum dump. Her clothes, torn off her body, had been used as rags for Equalists to wipe their cocks off and now lay in a discarded cum-stained pile a few feet away. Everything stank of their semen, making Korra retch with every breath she could gasp free of their cocks. 

Her tits were sore from the constant abuse, and now they too were stained with cum that had been fired directly onto them or had dripped down from her neck and chin. Other loads had been squirted onto her stomach and even on her back. Her entire upper body was a tribute to Equalist cock, a painting of white cum over her brown skin, leaving her dripping with the mark of their conquest.

Finally there was an entire ten seconds without a dick between her lips. Korra panted for breathe, feeling cum slide around in her mouth and drip down onto her tongue. She worked up a tongueful of their sperm and spat it onto the ground. 

“All right, I think I’ve made my point,” she said, her voice hoarse from the rough battering her throat had just been given for the past hour. “You all seem like you’ve learned your lesson, so if you just untie me I’ll let you go.”

They responded by pulling out cameras and taking pictures of her. Korra winced in the bright flashes as they captured every side of her defeat and humiliation.

“These are going straight to the press,” an Equalist said. “The whole city is going to know by tomorrow morning what a cum-loving slut the Avatar is.”

“A lot of them know already,” Korra admitted. She had been seen in so many humiliating situations already. He responded by udoing her hairbands, causing her clumped, cum-stained hair to fall down around her face, sticking to her cheeks in places. Korra felt her pussy drip as her face burned red with embarrassment at her helplessness, and how much she craved to be toyed with further even as she wanted to escape.

“So are we done here or what?” she said. “I guess that was a lot of fucking for you non-benders.” In truth Korra’s throat was sore and her body exhausted from the endless stimulation, but she had to do something to keep up her pride with so much criminal cum drying on her face. She hadn’t expected to be defeated and turned into a fucktoy for a group of Equalists. The plan hadn’t been as foolproof as she thought.

One of them grabbed her jaw and shook her by the head roughly. “We’ve been letting this bender slut take the easy way out. He spat on her face, and Korra moaned despite herself. Suddenly there were swift chops to her neck and her cunt. Korra had only a moment to process the numbness, realizing she had been chi-blocked, before another Equalist stepped up to fuck her.

He let his cock flop out in front of her face. It was long and thick and stank of maleness in a way she couldn’t explained. Just the smell alone had her eyes turning up even as her cum-pumped stomach gurgled in warning. His cock hardened from her hot breath and poked her in the nose. Before she could beg for mercy, he grabbed her hair and rammed her face onto his cock. 

The chi-blocking made it impossible to take. Her tongue felt limp and heavy, like she could barely control it. And when he pushed the head of his cock into her throat, she gagged like it was her first day of mouthbending training.

Her back spasmed and her stomach heaved as her body tried to expel the fleshy tube blocking her throat. Her arms struggled helplessly against the chains binding her wrists behind her back. He squeezed her skull in his fingers as he fucked her face, his balls slapping off her chin, forcing her nose to bounce off his crotch. She retched and spluttered the whole time, making wet, furious, desperate noises as her body tried to deal with a cock stuck in her esophagus without any bending power at all.

The surrounding Equalists laughed at her struggles, enjoying the Avatar’s newfound difficulties. They cheered their comrade on as he made use of her face. Drool spilled down her chin and onto her heaving breasts as he ravaged her oral cavity. Her wide eyes leaked tears as she struggled to deal with a gag reflex that had barely shown up since her days of oral training back with the Southern Cum Tribe.

Finally he finished with her, hammering her face into his crotch as his cock unloaded down her throat. He didn’t release her until his balls were empty. When she could finally breathe she collapsed, bent over and gasping for air. Her face was a red mess of drool and tears and sweat, her formerly beautiful hair matted in gloopy clumps to her face.

Then another stepped up, with a cock that was, if anything, even bigger.

“Here’s how it’s going to go, Avatar.” He pinched her nipples and pulled sharply on them, making her cry out and lean up, his cock spreading her open, unresisting lips and pushing into her mouth. He humped her miserable, defeated face as he talked. “We’re going to fuck you. We’re going to use you, destroy you, and make you our bitch. The whole world is going to know that you’re a slut for nonbender cock. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“GLUCK GLUCK HHLLK!”

“Chatty bitch,” he tutted.

He seemed to take a cruel interest in making her gag, angling his cock where he got the most violent reactions and thrusting it in suddenly. Her whole body would convulse and shake, unable to repulse the intruder and unable to handle it stretching out her esophagus. Suddenly it was too much. Her stomach heaved, and the loads of cum swirling around in her stomach rocketed up her pipe, only to be blocked by the fat head of his cock keeping her throat plugged up. He grabbed the back of her head as she thrashed and held her in place until he nutted, adding his cum to the pile in her stomach trying to escape. 

He pulled out, and she pitched forward. What felt like a gallon of cum surged up through her battered pipe and exploded out her mouth. Korra doubled over, retching as she finished regurgitating the cum of dozens anonymous men onto the cold, hard floor.

Cameras flashed while Korra shivered next to the pile of cum that she had been used as a temporary home for. They captured the Avatar in her full defeat and submission, not only as someone dumb enough to walk into a trap and get captured and raped, but as someone stripped of her bending, her dignity and pride, and her ability to resist what was being done to her on any level. With her chi blocked she was no longer the Avatar, just a whore who couldn’t even take dick right.

“You’re not going to run, are you?” one of them smirked as they untied her wrists and ankles. She shook her head, too weak to resist or try to run as they undid her chains and pulled her body into position on her knees and elbows. One of them seized a handful of her clumped, cum-soaked hair and yanked her head back. She groaned between gritted teeth as his cock sank into her unprotected pussy, filling her aching cunt with his thick shaft. 

“What are you?” he demanded.

She shook her head as he made her whole body jerk forward with his thrusts. “You’re an Equalist slut,” he said.

“I’m an Equalist slut,” she repeated obediently.

“Degrade yourself.”

She bit her lip. “Bending is worthless,” she gasped, realizing how right they were. “The Avatar is just a whore.”

He let her head hang limp as she bit back a groan and squeezed her shoulders in his hands, pulling her back against him with each thrust. Korra realized she couldn’t control her pussy, couldn’t stop it from tightening and squeezing naturally without any input from her years of cuntbending training. She was just a normal girl being fucked.

She came on his dick before he was halfway finished with her. Finally he filled her with his cum, and then he was just replaced by another, who slammed inside her and used her aching, round breasts for handholds as he railed her like a slut after a cheap date. He made her cum with a thumb up her butt, but most of them didn’t need to. They bounded her on all fours and made her bark like a dog while her helpless pussy orgasmed. They fucked her on her back like the busy whore she was, filling her womb with their sticky loads.

Her hands and mouths were brought back into commission as they grew tired of using just her quivering, endlessly cumming pussy. They had her crawl to them and beg to suck their dicks, and pushed her from cock to cock, ordering her around like a paid-for whore. They laughed at her grunts and shrieks as they bent her over and sank their cocks into her, or had her sit on them, bouncing like she was enjoying it. They made her bark, made her meow, made her tell them she was the Avatar as they ejaculated onto her, made her describe how she had come to Republic City to bring balance and master the four elements as a dick churned inside her pussy. They played with her cum-stained tongue and fisted her ass, recorded the audio of her begging and cumming and worshipping Equalist cock for their radio broadcasts.

The challenge was at midnight, and they ravished her until the sun was rising. For four or five hours she was constantly filled with cock, her body played with like a toy. Her hair was undone, her clothes a cum-and-piss-stained pile of rubbish tossed away somewhere. “I’m sorry for resisting the Equalists,” she was told to say into their audio recorders. “Bending is wrong, all women should offer their holes equally.” They made her their bitch over and over,  bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. She unable to resist so much as a finger on her clit without cumming like a girl who had only just begun her bender training

Finally they tossed her onto the floor and emptied their bladders onto her, soaking her skin and hair with their piss while she sobbed and whimpered. A breathless, exhausted human bucket for cum and urine, her mouth hanging open and her holes gaping from the endless cocks and fingers and fists that had been shoved inside them, they lifted her and tied her unprotesting body to a wooden pole, strapping her wrists and feet above her head, exposing her thoroughly fucked holes to the entire city. They wrote Equalist Whore on her belly and Bender Trash across her tits. Arrows pointed on her thighs to her pussy, which was marked as a semen disposal. An Equalist flag was shoved up her ass, and an Equalist mask was placed over her face.

They took more pictures of her, then left her for the reporters and cops to find. 