Chapter 16 - Bloodbending

By the time Korra and Asami had peeled themselves off the floor, Hiroshi Sato had had ample time to get away.

“I feel like we were supposed to be doing something,” Korra said. Asami closed in from behind and wrapped her arms around Korra’s taut midsection.

She bit the Avatar’s earlobe and sucked on it. “Not without showering first.”

***

“Where were you all of yesterday and this morning?” Tenzin asked.

Korra winced as she spread her ass to sit on the dildo at the table. “Oh, you know. Just fighting the forces of evil and getting fucked over for it.”

“Why are you sitting on a dildo?”

“What?” She looked around. “Do we not do that anymore?”

“That was like three years ago.”

“Oh. So what’re we doing today?”

He shrugged and turned on the radio. Tarrlok was talking.

“Hello citizens of Republic City. I’m taking over the council because I can do that. Nyer nyer. The Avatar definitely can’t do anything about it, I’ve got pics of her titties. Anyway guess what?”

“What?” Korra said automatically.

“You’ll never guess who got fired from her job today. That’s right, it’s Chief Beifong, or ex-Chief Beifong. She was found in her own prison cell sucking dick. She said she was gathering information, but the only information she got was genetic information all over her face and tits. That’s cum,” he added.

“Oh,” Korra said.

“So she’s out. Oh, and I’m taking over the city. Oh, and I’ve arrested all the Avatar’s friends. Ha ha ha. Sue me. Oh wait, you can’t, I’m a dictator. Ner ner.”

“I guess I better do something about that,” Korra said.

“That literally never goes well," Tenzin said.

“Don’t be a hater.”

***

“Tarrlok,” she growled, throwing open the door to his office.

“Spunk bucket,” he answered, not looking up from his work.

Korra didn’t let his nickname for her stop her from striding boldly up to his desk. She put her hands on the table and leaned over it intimidatingly. “Let my friends go.”

“Suck my dick.”

“That’s mature.”

“I’m serious,” he said. “Get on your knees under my desk, open up your whore lips, and put that slutty mouth of yours to work. Then we’ll talk.”

Korra rolled her eyes. Instead of getting under his desk, she walked around to his chair and bent over the side of it, resting her heavy melons on his thigh. She undid his pants and let his cock out, grinning at the way it stiffened when her hot breath washed over it. This was going to be easy. 

Korra swallowed his dick and started bobbing her head in his lap. Tarrlok didn’t pretend to be working, instead tangling one hand in her hair and grabbing one of her tits that was resting on his leg with the other. He played with her nipple, toying around it with his fingers and then pinching sharply on it. Korra winced, shooting him a one-eyed look, but didn’t stop pumping his cock with her cheeks and lips. Tarrlok kept groping her tit with his far hand, kneading and squeezing her breast, while he relinquished his grip on her hair and sent it traveling down her back, latching onto her rump, and sticking his middle finger against her asshole through her pants. Drool escaped Korra’s cock-filled mouth as he started to push his finger around against her hole in firm little circles.

Korra couldn’t hold back a moan with Tarrlok fingering her ass like that. She sucked him harder, pushing her nose down till it touched skin. Tarrlok’s cock wasn’t as big as the polar bear dogs she used to fuck back home, but she was always proud of her ability to deepthroat—in fact, her old masters had pretty much suggested it was the only thing she had to be proud of. Her tongue slid along his ballsack, and that’s when he groaned and pushed his finger hard against her asshole. Korra’s thighs shook from her own unanticipated orgasm while Tarrlok nutted inside her mouth.

The Avatar quickly composed herself, standing up and leaning cockily on his desk, swallowing his cum with a smirk on her face. Tarrlok sat back, panting with a satisfied expression.

“Can we talk now?” Korra simpered.

“Bend over the table,” Tarrlok grunted. 

Korra raised an eyebrow, but his cock was still visibly erect so she shrugged. With exaggerated motions, she swung her hips around and bent over his desk, pushing her fat ass out, and wiggling her hips so her buttcheeks jiggled in her pants. Right on cue, his hands were on her ass, wasting no time in pulling her pants down around her knees and shoving his cock into her famous pussy.

“So,” she said as he began to thrust inside her, “with respect arresting my friends and all—”

He stuck his finger inside her asshole and she cut off, her head pulling up and her hands squeezing the edge of the desk as her whole body stiffened. Her ass clenched on his finger reflexively while she moaned pathetically. His finger wiggled around inside her and made her orgasm. Tarrlok wasn’t far behind, ejaculating inside her from the way her quivering pussy clenched on his dick like a whore trying to earn her payday.

Korra felt him pull out of her pussy and slap his wet cock on her asscheek. She turned around and gave him a sullen look. “Okay, will you leave my ass alone now—” 

His hands were on her instantly, choking her around the neck while his body slammed between her legs, forcing them open. Korra pulled at his wrists while he fucked her hard on her back. His grip on her neck only tightened while she struggled, and pretty soon she was airless and wet, her legs stretching out and her toes pointing as she started to cum on his dick from the rough fucking. Tarrlok changed grips to only one hand on her neck, holding it as tight as before, and started slapping her viciously back and forth across the face. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, you stupid cunt,” he said, slapping her face back and forth as he spoke. “I run this fucking city.” He slapped her. “I run it.” Another slap.

Korra responded with a silent orgasm. As rebuttals went, it was pretty weak, but then again, he was making her feel pretty weak. Tarrlok emptied his nuts inside her, his hand tensing around her neck as he came. Finally he released her. Korra sucked in a huge breath, and was immediately slapped for her efforts.

“Shirt off, bitch,” he said, sitting back in his chair.

Korra rubbed her cheek resentfully and pulled her shirt off, exposing the massive pair of brown jugs that had once been called, by the guy fucking them at the time, “a fine pair of tits for a dumb whore.” He gestured, and she coughed once and slid to her knees in between his legs, rubbing her tits on his cock that was still as hard as it was when they had started.

The Avatar’s fat tits, which had been the cock pillows and cum catchers of so many men in the Southern Cum Tribe, squeezed together and started to work up and down his cock. Judging by Tarrlok’s grunts and groans, he was clearly appreciative. Well, every man had their limit, and surely Tarrlok was close to his. “You like my tits?” Korra said in a husky whisper. “Does it turn you on knowing that the Avatar’s big, round tits are pleasuring your cock? That you have power over her, that she’s on her knees obeying you?”

Tarrlok groaned. His cock tensed between her breasts and spurted hot jizz everywhere, most of it landing in white smears on her melons. “That’s a yes,” Korra said in a satisfied, but tired voice. “So if we could just talk about—”

“Lick it up,” he ordered. “Off your whore tits.”

Korra sighed but did as he said, pulling her breasts up and running her tongue along them, cleaning all the semen off. She swallowed, and immediately was yanked upright by a hand on her hair, then pulled forward and forced to her knees. Tarrlok was behind her, his hands on her hips, and she groaned through clenched teeth as he penetrated her pussy a third time.

“How many fucking times can you cum?” she grunted as he slammed into her.

“I’m a bloodbender,” he answered, picking up the pace. “I can keep the bloodflow to my dick going as long as I need it to.”

“That’s a forbidden technique!” Korra gasped. “And it’s not even the full moon!”

“I’ve got a pretty crazy dick,” Tarrlok agreed, and fucked her with it.

Korra lost track of time. They fucked for hours, maybe even days. She spent the entire time naked and, if a dick wasn’t inside her, then it was in her hand or between her breasts, or rubbing between her jiggling asscheeks. She begged for him to stop, and he said he would if she called him Master, if she admitted she was a useless slut, if she degraded the entire history of the Avatars because they led up to a dumb whore sucking dick and taking cock in her holes instead of getting anything done. She said all of this, and he laughed, came on the floor, and told her to lick it up while he fucked her sore cunt from behind.

Sometimes he came in her holes, other times he aimed for her face or tits or stomach, other times he tried to humiliate her. Sometimes he didn’t care at all and ejaculated indiscriminately, filling the air with his jizz and coating her entire body. It got on the floor and desk and everywhere, and any drop of his seed that wasn’t painting her body, he made her lick up and thank him for his delicious sperm. Every time she tried to bring the subject back to her jailed friends, he would spank her, or pull on her hair, or make her say something degrading, anything to make it clear that he did not give a fuck what she thought about anything but the fastest way to make him cum. She had to count her orgasms each time she came, sounding off like, “The Avatar came like a dumb cunt fourteen times on your cock, master!”

She was too weak to resist as he found her discarded shirt that had been tossed on the floor at some point and used it to wipe the cum off her face, leaving her shirt soaking with cum. Then he tied it around her face so the scent and taste of his semen was in the very air she breathed, effectively blindfolding her in the process. He told her to open her mouth used a knife to cut a hole in the fabric to make a hole for her mouth. “Cup your tits,” he ordered, and she held her tits up with tired hands, obediently offering her naked body to him. His cock filled her mouth. Blindly, she pushed her tongue out, tickling his hairy balls, while her lips sucked and moved on his shaft.

“Now I think you’ve been trying to tell me something this entire time, Avatar,” he said as he slowly fucked her throat. “I’m not doing anything important now, just fucking your throat, so why don’t you tell me now?”

Korra gagged in response. That was right. She was the Avatar, here on a mission. Sure, she had been stripped, fucked, choked and slapped, pumped full of cum and humiliated, but she was still the Avatar, always ready, always capable.

She spoke to Tarrlok of the ideals of democracy, freedom, and individual rights. She cautioned him against the temptations of power and the perils of concentrating authority in the hands of a single individual. She went on at length about how every dictator inevitably creates the conditions for their own fall and how true peace could only come by respecting principles of tolerance and humanism. She inveighed with eloquence and passion that he reconsider his actions in light of these ideals, and to be the first among the citizens of Republic City to take a step forward on the path toward modernity. Unfortunately, since his cock was in her mouth the whole time, it came out like “mwumb glugh huurghk.”

He came in her mouth, and shoved her roughly onto her back before pushing her legs apart by her ankles, and that’s when Korra realized the night was far from over.

***

Tarrlok was apparently having a party, because he dressed her up as a server. There was one catch: the tray was on her back. Also, she was naked.

Bent over at the ways with her hands cuffed above her buttcheeks and a collar around her neck tied to cuffs on her ankles, Korra listened to Tarrlok’s instructions. He was hosting a very important party to celebrate his becoming dictator, and he didn’t want any dumb bimbo whores pretending to be heroines to ruin things. So she was going to serve the guests, obey their orders, and if they groped her or stuck anything in there, she was to obey her instincts and not her brain.

There were a few other girls in similar situations to Korra, but the introductions were cut short as Tarrlok blindfolded them and had them gagged with ball gags.

As people started to arrive, Korra had to kneel along with the other slavegirls, chained to metal rings on the floor. They formed a long table with the trays on their backs. As the partygoers made use of them, Korra’s breasts wobbled and jiggled every time she was jostled or bumped into.

Once it seemed like most people had a plate, Korra was separated from the others, made to crawl on her hands and knees around the party, feeling ahead of herself with her hands so as to not bump into things. It made her a mobile, if clumsy tray, one prone to being groped as guests bent down to take what she was offering.

It didn’t take long for Korra to notice just how bad they were at getting food off her back. Hands grabbed her naked ass and swinging tits as she stumbled around on hand and knee. Slaps to the face corrected every wrong step. They pulled at her hair, her tits, and spanked her as she went by. Korra couldn’t see with the blindfold on, and so didn’t resist as a fist in her hair pulled her along as so many had before. She gasped as her drool-covered gag was pulled out of her mouth, only for her to be pushed forward. Her lips smushed against another’s, and she realized she was kissing another one of the serving girls.

Whatever important matters these high-society members of Republic City were here to discuss must have been settled soon after the kissing started, because Korra’s bonds were removed except for her blindfold and the chains binding the cuffs on her ankles together. Hands hauled her between a pair of legs, and then a cock slapped her in the face. She grabbed it and started stroking, which got her slapped. She opened her mouth and tried to suck it, and that got her slapped too. Out of options, she tried her big, round breasts, which practically spilled out of her hands as she blindly maneuvered them around the cock in question. This was apparently satisfactory, as it brought a groan.

While she worked, a soft, smaller pair of hands groped her buttcheeks. It was clearly a woman, and this was confirmed when her thin fingers pushed into Korra’s pussy. Pumping quickly in and out, she had the Avatar moaning soon after.

A rotation established itself, with men making use of the Avatar’s upper half and girls playing with everything below her wide hips. With hands pinching her asscheeks and fingers pushing on her button, the women at the party had a fun time making the Avatar cum like a slut. Each orgasm forced on her by skilled, playful hands was punctuated with a slap on her brown ass and a choice insult. The men seemed to take it for granted that the Avatar was already their whore, happily fucking her face, slapping and squeezing her brown melons. Before long those famous tits were splattered with throatslop that spilled from her lips with the rough way their cocks stabbed into her throat.

The Avatar’s blindfold was soon wet with thick puddles of cum. Shaking with repeated orgasms, she moaned in disappointment as she felt the latest pair of female fingers to leave their sticky home inside her cunt. “Come on,” she begged hoarsely as a guy squeezed out a sticky load onto her trembling tits. “Keep fucking me.” The next thing to touch up against her wet pussy lips, however, was decidedly more rounded and fat than a finger. Korra had just a moment to moan before a new cock plugged her slutty mouth and a man rocked into her from behind, making a spitroast out of her.

Judging by the sounds all around her, the other serving girls were getting fucked too. Whines and fuck-me moans filled the air. Gradually the fuckfest became more centralized. Korra was lined up with the other girls as they all got fucked, then across from them, making out while they were all pounded on their hands and knees. When the rich men got tired of fucking their whores that way, Korra was lifted up and placed on top of another girl who was on her back, made to kiss and hump her for the crowd’s amusement.

The girl underneath her wasn’t quite as busty as Korra was, although you could say the same of actual cows. Her tits were soft but smeared with cum, making Korra’s hands sticky after groping them. Whereas Korra’s kisses were strong and possessive, this girl used her lips strategically, landing soft little kisses on Korra’s neck and chin that had her gasping. Getting into it, Korra’s legs mixed with the girls, their thighs fighting for position, while their wet, cum-slimed cunts rubbed together. Korra let out a low moan.

“Korra?” whispered the girl underneath her.

Korra recognized that voice at once. “Asami? Oh no, Tarrlok made you do this too?”

“Keep your voice down,” Asami said, strategically licking a rope of cum off Korra’s cheek. “I think Chief Beifong is here too.”

“Are you sure Tarrlok has her?”

“I had to listen to him rape her in the cell right next to me,” Asami said, giving Korra’s nipples a pinch.

Korra humped Asami emphatically, sucking on her lips. “What about Mako and Bolin?” she said eventually.

“They raped her too.”

“What?”

“Listen, we need to get out of here. What’s the plan?”

Fucking you seems like a plan, thought the stupid part of Korra’s brain. “Wait for an opening, I guess,” said the rest of Korra. She stuck two fingers in Asami’s opening to demonstrate.

“T-that’s—aaaahhhfuuuck—not a p-p-plaaaan,” Asami groaned. 

Korra disagreed, taking the opportunity to work Asami to an orgasm right there on the cum-soaked floor. Satisfied, she stuck her juice-covered fingers in Asami’s mouth to celebrate. They didn’t have long for pillow talk, however, as the partygoers had more for them to do.

Korra ended up holding hands with Asami while they licked high-society pussy side-by-side. Someone had put a chain connected their collars together, which clinked occasionally as they slurped at the pair of cunts in front of their mouths. Now that Korra had reason to think that Beifong was present, she could hear someone who sounded a lot like her. She kept saying things like “I’m the chief of police, you stupid—gluck!” After a while, she was saying things like, “I’m sorry for being such a stupid whore! Please don’t fuck my—GLUCK! GACK! HUURK!”

Korra would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t covered with a cum-drenched blindfold. Some girls just didn’t know how to take the dick.

The party was slowly started to wind down, with Korra being lazy throatfucked upside-down on an actual table while Asami was nearby on the floor getting porked.

Suddenly there was a sound of people bursting into the room, and panicked screams and shouts.

“We’re the Equalists!” shouted one of the invaders conveniently. “Your time of privilege and debauchery is over!”

Saved by her enemies? Korra used the chaos to whip off her blindfold and grabbed Asami, pulling her under the table. “We need to get out of these binds,” Korra said, tugging at the cuffs on her ankles.

Asami produced a small black key. “Got this off Tarrlok while he was distracted. Korra decided not to ask, and let Asami undo the cuffs on her ankles. Asami removed their collars as well, while Korra looked around. Equalists had taken over the party, running around everywhere with their masks and black military suits. Korra saw a path. Grabbing Asami’s arm, she pulled her along, crawling under tables and behind chairs, till they made it to the door.

The pair of naked, cum-soaked girls ran down the stairs. Suddenly a voice called out to them. “This way!” said Beifong, in a similar state of cum-stained nudity. They followed her down an ill-lit path into a side passage. Korra supposed Beifong had been to Tarrlok’s house before, even if she wasn’t usually getting gangfucked at one.

“Have fun at the party?” said Korra as they ran after Beifong, unable to resist a snide comment toward the disgraced chief of police.

“Eat a dick, bitch,” said Beifong calmly. “Equalists have taken over the city while Tarrlok was throwing parties and being a perv. We have to get to Ass Bending Island before the Equalists do.”

“What a thrilling adventure,” commented Asami as they ran.