Chapter 13 - Pro Bending Finale

The reporters got to her first. Korra did her best to field their questions while she waited for metalbenders to come get her down.

“Avatar Korra, can you describe what happened here tonight?” said one reporter. Korra couldn’t see him thrusting the microphone at her mask.

“Well, I challenged Amon to a one on one fight, and he was too much of a coward to show up alone,” she said hoarsely.

“So you achieved a moral victory tonight?”

A slimy load of cum slid out of Korra’s pussy and splashed on the ground. “Yes, I’d say so.”

A female reporter asked the next question. “Korra, what do you have to say to all the women out there who are inspired by what you did tonight?”

“Use protection….”

“Can you tell us anything about the fight?” another reporter asked. “How did you defeat Amon and his gang?”

“Well,” Korra began, realizing her breath made the inside of the mask stink of male cum, “first I was like, ‘gimme your best shot.’ So they tied me down and fucked my mouth for what felt like an hour.”

“So you used your bending techniques against them?”

“Y-yeah, that’s one way of looking at it.”

“Are there any other ways of looking at it?”

“Some people might say I was easily defeated and raped for hours.”

“Were you?”

“That depends on your point of view, I think.”

The reporter stared at her well-fucked pussy, the loads of cum all over her, and the words marking her naked body as Equalist property. “Such as?”

“Well…on the inside, I’m very innocent.”

“Pardon me, Avatar, but I can see your insides. It’s full of semen. Actually, some of it’s sliding out right now.”

“Well, it was worse earlier.”

A reporter put his microphone up to her sore pussy. “Avatar Korra, does your other set of lips have anything to say?”

Korra queefed.

*

Korra got a major tongue-lashing from Tenzin after she was freed and given a bath. Specifically, he made her lick his ass while he explained just how stupid she had been. Worse still was the fact that she was apparently no better at assbending than before despite how much work the Equalists had done on her rear. Tenzin seemed utterly bored with her efforts, and sent her away to suck off the guards.

At least the final match of the pro bending tournament was drawing near. They would be going up against the Wolfbats, led by Tahno. They had won the tournament the last three years running. No one was giving the Fire Ferrets a chance, especially not after the true depths of Korra’s sluttiness being plastered across the front page of every newspaper in the city. Mako and Bolin trained her hard in practice every day to prepare. Korra was becoming a total pro at being the rump roast in their spitroast, but she didn’t feel like she was actually being taught all that much.

She decided she needed to get some air that didn’t smell like cum. Stepping out of the gym, which was still splattered with juices from their last session, she headed for a restaurant that sometimes gave her free noodles in exchange for just a handjob. 

It was a little early for dinner, so it wasn’t very full. She pulled up a chair at the bar and made an up-and-down tugging motion with her fist at the chef. He brought over a bowl of fresh noodles. A moment later, his dick appeared through the hole by where she sat. She rubbed him off with one hand while she ate noodles with the other.

She had only just gotten him to shoot off into her lap when the door opened and some purple-haired guy came in, followed by a small entourage of what were clearly female admirers. Korra didn’t pay them any mind - she really was hungry, and besides, she was kind of a hot shot herself, but he stopped by her chair.

“Well, well,” he said in a weird drawl. “You must be the Avatar. I heard you on the radio this morning begging for criminals to fuck you.”

“Ugh, fuck off,” Korra groaned. She just wanted to eat a meal in peace.

He smirked and brushed his hand through her hair, chuckling when she slapped his hand away. “So you’re the cumbender on the Loser Ferrets. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance at the match. Name’s Tahno, by the way. I’m captain of the Wolfbats.” His entourage of sluts made a howling noise like they thought they were actual wolf…bats.

“We’ll see,” Korra said stiffly, piling a forkful of noodles into her mouth. To her disgust, he ran his thumb over her lower lip while she chewed. She shot him a furious glare, but he gripped her chin and shook her head back and forth like she was a disobedient child.

“You seem like the sort of ‘competitor’ who tries to lose,” he said, looking down at her. “When you let me win tomorrow, I’ll definitely put in a little extra work ‘rewarding’ you.” His eyes made no pretense of looking over her D cup breasts and thick, strong thighs. “Be a good girl for me and you can even be a part of my entourage.” He ended this statement with a small but forcible slap to her cheek.

Korra shook free of his grasp and flipped him the bird. “We’re taking the championship, asshole. Now fuck off with your whores and leave me alone.”

“What a rude bitch,” one of his whores commented. “Also, we’re not whores.”

Korra turned back to her meal. She could have left, but she could tell that Tahno was testing her. She didn’t want to back down or back out.

A moment later she felt his hand in her hair again, gently rubbing her scalp with the tips of his fingers, like he thought she was a pet. She kept eating as his fingers trailed down the back of her neck and inside her tight blue tank top. His hand moved down from her shoulder and squeezed her left breast, his fingers sinking into her flesh. Korra bit down to keep from reacting. After a moment’s pause, she resumed eating as if nothing was happening.

She heard the sound of pants unbuckling. She didn’t look, but she felt something hard press against her back. Tahno adjusted his position, and she saw his cock move into the crook of her left elbow, as her left hand held her bowl as she ate. He was literally using her as a masturbation surface. She would have snapped at him, but she caught the sneering look in his eyes and focused on finishing her noodles.

He started to thrust softly into the crook of her elbow. One of his hands held her arm in place while the other continued to maul and grope her breast. It was hurting her chest, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking him to stop.

“I saw the pictures of your last match against the Rabbits,” he said as he fucked her elbow. “You get treated pretty badly in your matches.”

“I give as hard as I get,” she said calmly.

He stepped back behind her, removing his cock from her elbow. She relaxed a little, although he didn’t stop squeezing her breast. Then without warning he grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head back, letting a wad of spit fly and land directly between her eyes.

Korra growled and spun around to lunge at him, but with his grip on her ponytail he pulled her off balance. She ended up face-to-tip with his cock, the head nudging her lip expectantly.

She flashed him a confident look. If he wanted to challenge the Avatar at mouthbending, he was about to find out why she was considered a master.

“Don’t!” warned the chef, who had come back from drinking water and taking a piss after his orgasm in Korra’s expert hand. “If you sexfight him outside a sanctioned match, you’ll be disqualified.”

Korra didn’t understand why that allowed him to grope her - maybe it didn’t count as sex if he didn’t penetrate her. While she was looking for another option, his cock continued to probe at her lips, and smeared precum across her nose. Was it just her who would be disqualified if penetration happened? That was so unfair. 

“Ready to give up?” he smirked. “I know you’ll be surrendering that body to me in the pro bending arena.”

She slapped his dick away. “My mother has a motto: if the cock’s not longer than your forearm, don’t even think about giving it what it wants.”

“Your mother sounds like a fascinating woman.”

Korra got back in her seat and ordered desert. The chef shrugged and made her something, then put his dick back through the hole. It wasn’t the best business decision, but money couldn’t buy two tugjobs in one day from the busy Avatar. Actually, it probably could, but it probably cost more than a cheap desert.

Korra rubbed the head of his cock with her fingers while she got started on her desert, a red bean soup.

“Enjoying that?” Tahno said, stepping around beside her.

“Sure am,” Korra said coldly. To her disgust Tahno aimed his cock directly over her bowl, masturbating with a slow, sure motion.

“You better pay for that,” Korra said.

“What did you pay for it?” he smirked. As if to punctuation his comment, the chef, who was never much of a lover, shot a load into Korra’s palm.

Tahno’s motion never sped up. He methodically worked his cock to orgasm. He plunged the tip of his cock into her red bean soup before his dick pulsed. Korra couldn’t see it under the red surface, but she could more than imagine Tahno’s thick load filling the inside of her desert.

He pulled out and wiped the tip of his dick off on her arm. “Still want your desert?”

“Why, did anything happen to it?” she said. There was only one way to handle this kind of ego. She took her spoon and resumed eating as if nothing had happened. Tahno’s semen was more than detectable in the taste and consistency. She could feel the runny little sperms on her tongue between the beans as she ate.

“Sure I can’t return the favor?” he said, going back to stroking her hair. He ran a finger along her ear and rubbed the lobe like he might an affectionate pet. “You helped me get off. I’m a nice guy, and I bet those pants would look way better on my bedroom floor.”

“Yeah, I only fuck hot dudes and actual criminal rapists,” she said. “And metalbenders, and sailors, and hobos, and pretty much everyone on the island where I learn assbending, and politicians, and random people on the street or anyone who tells me I’m pretty when I’m feeling down about myself.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to get more than one crack at your holes when he fight, Avatar,” he said, giving her nipple a pinch for good measure before moving to the door. “Enjoy your dessert.”

“Prick,” she said as he walked out the door. She considered her red bean soup. Yeah, he had ejaculated into it, but honestly she had eaten cum straight from the tap so many times that it didn’t seem worth throwing away a free desert for.

*

The final match of the pro bending tournament was starting in an hour, and Korra was feeling the nerves. She was anxious to get her revenge against Tahno. She also worried that her inexperience would bring down the team. If Mako was disappointed in her, he’d fuck her worse than the Equalists all by himself.

She was in the female changing room getting suited up. As the only woman on any of the teams she had the area to herself, so it was surprising when the door opened and she heard three female voices.

“Avatar Korra?” one of them called. “We’re here to see if you need anything before the match starts.”

“Probably a reliable method of birth control,” Korra admitted.

Korra was stretching topless on the bench and didn’t look at them as they came in. “How about a massage to relax your muscles?”

“Sure,” Korra shrugged.

Soft, gentle hands touched her naked back and arms. Korra trembled a little, remembering Asami and how just a touch from that girl’s fingertips made Korra’s body quiver with electricity. She relaxed and let them surround her, stroking her neck and arms and rubbing small spots on her back.

“Lay down for us, Avatar,” one urged. Korra was all too happy to oblige by this point, laying on her stomach on the wooden bench while they rubbed her. They applied some kind of cold oil to her back that made her shiver, but it felt good as they rubbed it in. After rubbing it into her skin it actually felt strangely hot, making her skin tingle wherever the oil had been. They moved down to her lower back, and fingers teased the inside of her pants. Korra knew she should have told them not to since she needed to be ready for the match, but it was too relaxing to bother. They slid her pants down below her knees. Soft hands smeared the oil into her ass cheeks, kneading and even lightly pinching her round, perky ass.

Korra groaned appreciatively as they rubbed down her legs, paying special attention to the inside of her thighs. The cold oil was now burning all over her skin, like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She hoped it would go away before the match started. 

They were really working her inner thighs. Their fingers were getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. One of them brushed it, and Korra bit her lip but didn’t move away. Then her eyes widened and she grabbed the edge of the bench as a hand full of the cold oil slapped down directly on her pussy.

Korra’s grip tightened on the lip of the bench as they worked her pussy with surprising vigor. They coated her folds in the oil and then plunged their oil-drenched fingers inside her dripping pussy, making her moan loudly as they fingerfucked her full of the stuff. 

They exited her quivering pussy, leaving it painfully unsatisfied. In just a few moments the cold turned to heat, an unbearable itch building up inside her cunt. “Are you sure you’re done with that spot?” she groaned. She rolled halfway over and saw them for the first time.

“Hey!” she said. “You’re those sluts who were with Tahno the other day!”

“That’s right,” said one, grinning at her with her hands coated in oil and some of Korra’s arousal as well. “We want to make sure you’re in the proper shape for a match against Tahno.”

Korra tried to scramble away, but her body was on fire and she couldn’t resist their touch, groaning as fingers stroked her fiery skin. They pushed her so that she was sitting on the bench, back against the wall, while they gave her front side the same treatment they had given her back, paying special attention to her massive, round breasts. Before long she was covered in the oil, every part of her on fire. One of them even dipped her finger in it and then slid it up the Avatar's ass, laughing as Korra’s eyes rolled up and her hands curled against the wall in desperation for something to cling to. But for once her assailants weren’t trying to make her come. No spot was stimulated for too long, and she was only given little brushes and quick, soft kisses. They even dabbed some oil on their fingers and rubbed along Korra’s lips like they were putting on lipstick for her, making Korra’s lips tremble and ache for a cock to slide between them.

Korra had no idea how much time had passed as they teased and tortured her, her knees spread wide apart of her own accord, her face red and turned to the side as a pair of gentle lips softly kissed her neck for just a moment. The match could have started for all she knew, and it hardly seemed to matter as Korra’s whole body shook in response to the brief stimulation. Her pussy was drooling a steady stream of liquid arousal onto the bench, but despite how she begged and pleaded they wouldn’t make her cum. She tried to rub her clit but they easily swatted her hands away. She didn’t have the strength to resist.

They kept it up for fifty minutes before finally relenting, leaving her gasping and slumped in a puddle of her own juices. Giggling, they each gave her a parting kiss, or in the case of the one who had argued with Korra the other day, a rough twist of one of her nipples. Korra fought back the urge to fuck herself into oblivion right then and there. She needed to get changed and get to the match.

Just putting on her clothes made her skin scream with the desire to be touched and squeezed and pounded full of cock and cum. Shuddering, she stumbled to where Mako and Bolin were waiting. 

They took in her state of distress. “Did you have sex right before a match?” Mako asked. “You don’t get bonus points for that.”

Korra shook her head. “I’m ready to fight.”

“You don’t look ready for anything but spreading your legs.”

“Shut up I’m totally ready.”

The crowd was incredibly loud as the Fire Ferrets made their way to the stage. The announcer introduced them enthusiastically. Then the cheers got even louder as 

Korra was panting heavily at this point. Every time she twitched, her clothes slid against her skin and made her want to grab onto one of her teammates and start humping them. That would have been really unprofessional though.

The announcer was as annoying as ever. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARE YOU READY FOR THE BENDING SHOWDOWN OF A LIFETIME! IN THE RED CORNER WE HAVE THE FFIIIIRE FERRETS, LED BY A PAIR OF CONVICTED RAPISTS, AND FEATURING NONE OTHER THAN THE AVATAR AS THEIR THIRD MEMBER. AND INNNN THE BLUE CORNER ARE YOU VERY OWN, REPUBLIC CITY’S THREE-PEAT CHAMPIONS, THE WOLLLFBAAAATS!”

Korra rolled her eyes and tried not to masturbate. When was she just going to get to fuck Tahno’s block off?

The announcer screamed some more, and the Wolfbats played to the crowd while Korra waited impatiently. Finally it was time for the match to begin.

“Remember the match strategy, Korra,” Mako said.

“It’s been like a year since the last fight, I don’t remember how any of this stuff works,” Korra said.

“The rules were never very clear in the first place,” Bolin said. “Just try not to get fucked too much.”

“But you have to fuck some,” Mako said. “Or else you can’t win.”

“So do I fuck or not?”

“You kind of fuck.”

“It’s unclear,” Bolin added.

“Just fuck it,” Mako advised.

“And fuck off,” Bolin agreed.

So Korra was sent to face off against Tahno, who smirked at her and brushed his stupid purple hair thing off his face. The crowd’s roar reached a fever pitch as the ref blew the whistle for the start of the match.

Korra wanted to start strong. She rushed right at Tahno, but just the way her breasts shook as she ran made her stumble from the overwhelming heat rising from them. He had no trouble grabbing a hold of her arms, making her groan as he squeezed her sensitive skin through her pro bending uniform.

“You sent your whores to put that oil on me,” Korra growled at him as they struggled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he drawled, a cocky grin on his face.

“You’re a dirty cheat and a total fuckboy.”

“And you are the city’s slut,” he sneered. “Was getting gangbanged back home on your cum-soaked island not enough cock for you?”

It hadn’t been, but Korra decided not to tell him that

He was slowly overpowering her. Korra’s body was too hot to use her strength. Just his grip on her arms alone was making her knees shake and her pussy drool like a hungry bitch in sight of a steak. 

He sidestepped suddenly, causing her to fall forward of her own momentum. In a flash he was behind her, looping one leg under her arm and stepping over her back, facing her butt as he essentially sat in her upper back, pinning her arms between his thighs and calves. Her wriggling lower half was completely defenseless, and his hands were free.

Korra tried to push him off, but her fingers were squeezing his ankles like she was being fucked, which was practically how she felt. With the oil heating up her skin there was nothing else she could think about.

Tahno took his sweet time with her helpless ass. He raised his hands to the crowd in a premature victory celebration. He teased them with the sight of Korra’s bare ass, slowly lowering her pants, them jerking them back up, listening to the crowd cheer each time they nearly got a sight of her naked butt.

Finally he pushed her pants down to her knees. Korra had to grit her teeth and suffer the embarrassment as the crowd whooped it up at the image of her wriggling rear. 

“From the way you kept hesitating, I thought you were gay,” Korra growled at him. “What’s the matter, never seen a pussy before?”

He answered her with a hard smack with his open palm on her ass. Korra shrieked and her lower body jumped up in response. His hand left her buttcheek stinging and drool spilling from her mouth as she tried to deal with the sensation of her oversensitive skin being struck.

He liked he reaction. “The Equalist broadcast went on about the Avatar being a buttslut, but I didn’t realize your ass was so sensitive. Want me to hit it again?”

“Uhh guhhh fuuuck,” Korra groaned, writhing in agony.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He spanked her again hard. Korra cried out and bucked up like a raging cow, holding tight onto his feet as a small orgasm ripped through her. 

“You enjoy having your ass played like the bongos?” he said, slapping her ass again. 

“Yes!” Korra cried out. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, slurring her speech. “Yes, please hit my ass again!”

He kept it up, spanking her over and over until she was reduced to a shaking mess. A puddle of her own juices was forming under her raised hips. 

The fire all over her body had only gotten worse. She needed to be fucked, even if that meant Tahno’s dick slipping inside her.

“You’re even more of a buttslut than I thought,” he chuckled, sinking his fingers hard into her thick ass, making her pull her own hair in frustration. “Should I let you up so you can pretend to fight me some more?”

“…Fuck me,” Korra muttered.

He smacked her ass, making her squeak. “What was that?”

“I SAID FUCK ME!” Korra shouted.

“That’s not how you ask politely.”

“PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY YOU CHEATING FUCK!” Korra screamed to the entire arena.

He spanked her as a reward, then shoved his fingers inside her oiled-up pussy. Korra moaned and tugged on her hair desperately as he explored her needy cavity. “Did you lube yourself up for me before the match? Damn, you really are a slut.”

“Shut and get inside me,” she growled. 

He lifted off of her lower back. Korra didn’t move from her spot, but to her surprise he flipped her over onto her back. He spun her around so she was facing him and pushed her feet over her head. Korra, in utter shame, held them there obligingly while he fished out his dick.

“Sure you don’t want to try to fight some more?” he taunted one last time.

“Just fuck me!”

“If you insist.” He leaned over her and thrust his dick inside her ready pussy in one motion.

Korra came, hard, as he penetrated her. Her moans mingled with the cries exultant crowd as he filled her deep with his cock. She came again as he pulled out and moaned like a whore as he fucked her deep again.

He slapped her hard across the face. “Keep it together, you slut.”

She babbled pathetically in response. She couldn’t stop cumming as he pounded her on the arena ground. He twisted her nipples with both hands and made her her vision swim black as she howled with pleasure.

She lost track of how many times she had cum or how long he had been fucking her, what kind of positions he had taken her in and how many loads he had dumped inside her. All she knew was that after some indeterminate amount of time she was twitching on the ground, cum leaking out of her aching pussy, the warm afterglow of dozens of orgasms pulsing through her. Her skin was losing its overpowering sensitivity from the oil, and some sense of lucidity was starting to return to her as Tahno fed her his cock to clean it off.

The ref walked over to examine her situation, furiously trying to remember how the rules of this dumb contest. Oh, fuck it, he decided. “Tahno wins the round. Uh, touchdown.”

Suddenly everything exploded. Amon stood in the arena with his Equalists, looking like assholes.

“I’m here to chew bubblegum and seal people’s bending,” said Amon. “And I’m all out of bubblegum.”

“What the fuck is bubblegum,” someone shouted.