Chapter 19 - Epic Finale

After saying their goodbyes, Korra and Asami parted ways. Korra, wearing her least-cum-stained clothes and with her identity brilliantly concealed with a hood, snuck into the city. She tapped the first person she saw on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, which way to Amon’s evil headquarters?”

He pointed. She gave his crotch a quick thank-you pat and headed off to save the day. 

“Hello,” she said to the guard at the front door, making sure to keep her face concealed in the hood. “I’m here to, um, deliver, um, the mail.”

He opened the door for him. She gave his crotch a quick pat too. Ignoring his confused look, she darted inside.

It was easy to tell which door was Amon’s. It was the one that had lots of forced laughter coming from inside, along with Amon’s voice saying things like, “Fuck her? I hardly know her!” Korra crept up to it, ear pressed against the door.

“Hey!” A guard grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. “What’re you doing here?”

She glanced up at him before quickly tilting her face down to keep it hidden beneath the hood. “Um, delivering the mail.”

He poked her in the tit suspiciously.  “You don’t look like you’re carrying mail. I think you better come with me.”

He grabbed her wrist before she could protest and dragged her away. While Korra gabbled an elaborate story about having lost the mail but remembering the message and needing to deliver it personally to Amon alone, he took her to what seemed to be the guard’s break room, judging by the number of guards milling about in it. She quickly ducked her face down even more.

“This lady says she’s delivering mail,” the guard said, holding her arm up by the wrist. “But she doesn’t have any mail.”

“Typical,” another guard complained. “The quality of the public services in this city are so poor. It’s all because of bending.”

“Yeah, totally,” chimed in another guard. “I was arguing with my landlord about rent and I was like, dude, I’ll totally have the money next week. And he said that I had to have him this month’s rest plus the last three I didn’t pay or he was gonna kick me out. And I was like, what the eff, bro? It’s totally because of bending.”

“What mail were you delivering?” another guard asked Korra. “Did you see anything from my mom? I sent her a letter about getting this guard job two weeks ago.”

Korra tried to think of a way out of this. Unfortunately, there was really only one thing she was good at. “Um, it was actually a stripper gram.”

“What’s a stripper gram?” a guard asked.

“It’s a unit of mass for strippers, idiot,” another guard told him.

“Who’s the stripper?” a third guard said.

“Um.” Korra mentally went through her options. “Me?”

“You?” the guard holding her wrist said. “Let’s take a look at the goods.” 

Before she could stop him, he took hold of her hood and drew it back, revealing her face to the assembly. Korra blinked in the light and did her best to smile at a room full of men, some of whom had probably raped her before, and all of whom were probably about to rape her right now.

“Holy shit,” the guard said. “It’s the Avatar.”

“No, it’s the stripper,” said one of the guards, who was a little slow.

“Either way, we’re going to fuck her,” said a guard.

Korra sighed. Every time this shit happened.

Wait a second. She was the Avatar. She was the best fucker in the world. She could totally take these guys on.

“I’m just so into this whole Equalist thing that I thought I’d come by and give you boys a present for working so hard.” She ran her free hand through her hair, her wide hips moving. “It must be so stressful de-bending people and raping them after. Why don’t I show you boys what it’s like to get some bending from the Avatar herself?”

They were all pretty okay with that, except one guard who was gay and in the closet. But he was trying to fit in and just went along with it.

Korra took it slow as she took command of center stage. The guards all gawked at her as she waltzed around, shaking her ass and tits and touching them here and there. Her hood came off, to cheers as hands pinched her ass and groped her stomach and thighs. She scolded them with slaps on their hands and encouraged them with smiles and the way her ass shook.

Her pants came off, leaving her in just panties and a tank top, and the top was inched up her body and then removed all at once, exposing her jiggling jugs to the crowd. Their hands were all over her by this point, crowding around her and trying to get a hand of her creamy brown flesh. Korra writhed as they groped her tits and pulled at her panties, the last remaining barrier between her and the world of dick she was about to explore.

Time to remind these boys who was in charge.

She pulled free of their grasp and sat her perfect ass on a table, holding her tits up with her hands, the bouncing flesh spilling between her fingers with their weight. “Who wants to start with these?”

A dozen erect cocks greeted her with the rapidity of a dozen guards undoing their pants as fast as they could.

“Line up,” Korra ordered. It took them about two seconds to comply. She motioned the first one forward with her finger, then propped up her tits for him to enter. He groaned when her breasts enveloped his dick.

She smiled up at him while she worked her melons over his dick, giving him a strong, slow massage with her tits. He sighed and reached out automatically to take a handful of titflesh for himself. When he tried, however, she just pulled her boobs back off his dick altogether.

“Behave,” she tutted. The guard immediately obeyed, lowering his hands respectfully. She quirked an eyebrow at him and dropped her tits back on his cock.

The rest of the guards in line were growing agitated just waiting their with their stiff dicks. Korra smirked at them and made a show of dragging her fat tits slowly along the guard’s cock, making it clear that she was dragging this out on purpose. But none of them wanted to be the one to rock the boat and losing the bending services of the Avatar herself.

Korra sighed hot breath onto the guard’s cock, making it twitch. He groaned, and she giggled. “It must be so hard having to deal with this thing all day,” she chuckled. Her fingers clutched her tits, stroking him just a little too slowly for him to actually cum. “Cooped up in those tight pants all day. And girls like me are out there flaunting their tits and ass, and you’re mostly not allowed to rape them.”

He reached for her boobs again, and her hair, but she just drew back. This time she gave his dick a slap. To her surprise, he came, spurting a weak little puddle into the table.

“Oops,” Korra giggled. She poked the head of his deflating cock with her finger and rubbed it around in a circle. “I think that was too much for you.”

Clearly not satisfied, he grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Shaking her head, she took gently hold of his wrists, stopping him. Leaning her face over his crotch, her tongue dangled just in front of the still-dripping head of his cock, while her eyes danced up at his, enjoying the expression on his face.

“Just kidding,” she said, and withdrew her tongue just before she would have touched his dick. She pushed him away and motioned for the next guard, who was all to eager to step up. Korra propped up her tits again, but this time, she shoved them into the guard’s face. Meanwhile, her thigh rubbed against his dick, pushing it up against her stomach while she grinded it against her leg. 

His attempts to touch her tits or ass were no more successful than the first guard’s. Meanwhile, she just kept rubbing her thigh against his dick, making him squirm. He groaned into her breasts while his hips thrust against her leg.

Korra kept grinding. Now he was really starting to squirm. She kept it up until he was trembling, moaning into her tits. She pressed her thigh in hard against his dick, then pulled her leg away and grazed the top of his shaft with her fingernail. He came, whimpering, onto her knee.

“Thanks for the load, stud,” Korra smirked, wiping the cum off her knee and slapping him on the side with it.

The next guard was already groaning before she even touched him. “If you tease me like that I’m gonna lose it,” he said.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Korra said, and swallowed his dick in the next breath.

While he was still processing that the Avatar had just casually throated him, she was sucking away, working his dick up and down with her plump, plush lips and her thick, swirling tongue. She glanced up at him with knowing eyes.

“What do you think about bending now?” she said, plopping his dick out of her mouth. Her tongue still teased the head, pushing and prodding it.

“It’s fucking amazing,” he groaned.

Korra was heartened by that. Maybe all this had just been a big misunderstanding. If bender girls just put out more often, the Equalists wouldn’t have anything to complain about.

Eagerly, she sucked him back into her mouth. Her throat easily giving way for his cock, and soon she was humming her way to his cum. His hard dick pulsed in her mouth, and she knew he was about to burst.

She wrapped her tongue around his cock and gave his pelvis a kiss with her dick-stretched lips. Then she pulled back in a single motion. His cock jerked without any stimulation as it spurted its load onto her face.

“Damn it,” he groaned, stroking his cock uselessly. She grinned up at him, one eye shut with a strand of cum running across it.

She handled the next two guards on her knees, rubbing each of their dicks with one hand. She stroked them to completion, but dodged her face out of the way at the last second. Their sticky ropes of cum ended up on each other’s dicks, ruining their orgasms while she giggled at the sight.

A series of long licks up and down the length of his shaft took care of guard #6, and #7 went down Korra’s thick ass rubbing on his dick. Seeing how easily, and how torturously, she was taking the guards down, the next three meekly submitted and allowed Korra to play with their dicks however she pleased until she finally had each of them spurt watery ropes of cum.

The eleventh guard stepped up confidently. She pushed him back into a chair with her foot, then planted her foot against his hard dick. Pressing him back down with her foot every time he tried to stand until he gave up, she rubbed her toes on his dick, then pushed the arch of her foot against his shaft, sliding her foot up and down it. She sat her ass on the table in front of him and nudged his balls with her other foot.

“There’s a good boy, you can cum,” Korra encouraged him.

His balls twitched against her toes. White cum erupted out of his cock and landed on her brown feet.

The last guard was gay. Fortunately, watching eleven hunky dudes whip their dicks out and cum all over had gotten him nice and hard. He went along meekly with Korra’s ministrations while saying things like “you’re so hot” and “I like boobs.” Korra tugged him to a finish with a sympathetic expression. Sometimes she had to pretend to not be totally obsessed with dick. It was a hard life.

“Well, that was pathetic,” Korra sighed, stepping back from the circle of pleasured guards. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the door. It opened before she reached it. More guards stepped in.

“Break time,” one of the new guards said. He looked down at Korra’s big, round tits right in front of him. “Oh, hey. A stripper gram.”

Before Korra could so much as say “exotic dancer,” his fingers were inside her pussy. Using the grip he had on her cunt, he pushed her against the wall, shoving his fingers deeper inside when she started to put up a bit of a fight. He smacked her tits around with his other hand. Soon she was a gasping, whimpering mess of pain and humiliation.

The other guards crowded around. Korra put her hands on the guard’s chest, but the others grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms against the wall. They lifted her legs too, holding them up by her feet so that she was spread open and helpless, looking a fuckdoll instead of an Avatar. There was nothing Korra could do as the guard pulled his fingers out of her pussy, slapped her face so that it turned to the side and pressed it there against the wall with his palm, and stretched her cunt open around his fat cock.

Even while she was getting rammed against the wall, other hands reached out to grope her tits and ass. They slapped her buttcheeks and tits and made them jiggle. Fingers wormed inside her mouth, spread her cheeks, ran over her teeth and gums and squeezed her tongue. Drooling and unable to articulate anything more than muffled moans, Korra gave in and submitted to the gang.

HIs hips pounded hers, nailing her flat to the wall. It wasn’t long before her quivering pussy clenching around his cock had him blowing his hot load inside her. Overwhelmed by how much she was being dominated by a gang of rough men, Korra felt an orgasm tear through her, leaving her a wet, trembling mess of a slut with hard bodies all around her.

Hands grabbed her, tore her away from the wall, forced her onto the floor and bent her body into position. Another cock sank into her a moment later. Korra’s ankles were pulled over her head while her ass clapped with the force of the thrusts slamming down on her. A hand grabbed her by the neck and pushed her head back, chin up, while others slapped her quaking ass and pulled her nipples in opposite directions.

Another load of cum ended up in her squelching cunt. That was when she found herself hauled up by the grip on her neck, so fast and high that her feet dangled off the floor. They bent her over at the waist. A pair of hands seized her ponytails and yanked her head back. That was when Korra realized she was in for a rough time.

An eternity off ass slaps, nipple twists, and cock thrusts later, Korra was laid out on the ground between two benches, arms and legs tied with her clothes so that she was stretched out between the two. Cum soaked every inch of her naked body, a few wet rivulets of spunk dripping down her heaving breasts and onto her stomach. She trembled on the table from the aftermath of a brutal series of hard poundings and resulting orgasms.

A foot smushed her face into a puddle of semen. “Lesson learned?”

“Yesh,” Korra said.

“Going to be a good girl?”

“No.”

“Then we haven’t cum on your face enough,” said the guard as the door to the break room opened and another crowd of Equalists poured in.

———

Night passed with Korra getting slammed around by the guards, and then it was morning and the ones who had fucked her hours ago were making her into their bitch all over again. The break room was a revolving door of guards coming on and off their shifts, and there was no better way to relax than to dump a load into the Avatar’s cunt.

When the only guards around were ones who had recently used her, they kept her stretched across the table they used for their meals, her limbs tied to each leg and her hair weighted down with a cinderblock, forcing her head to hang over the edge of the table. Her tits, mouth, and cunt were all easy access.

The guards still needed to eat. Korra’s thick brown body was scrubbed free of cum with harsh, soapy sponges, and then buckets of water were splashed on her. After drying her off with rough towels, they placed their food on her body, laying out sandwiches and small bowls and plates, fitting a pile of chopsticks between her tits and enjoying themselves. She was only allowed to eat food that came in on a cock, and could only wash it down with piss or cum.

When it wasn’t mealtime or when there was a large bunch of fresh guards coming off a shift, Korra was unstrapped from the table so she could serve the cocks of the men who had conquered her. Attempts to resist were met with slaps that knocked her to the floor and streams of piss on her face that left her utterly demoralized. Since the only means she had of apologizing was sucking and fucking, she got right to that. Cocks filled her mouth, hands, and used cunt in an endless dick parade. The bouncy fuckflesh on her chest also proved a popular choice, being regularly grabbed and used as a pair of fuckpillows for a cock to jerk off into. And her hair was wrapped around cocks when they weren’t slapping on her asscheeks or fitting in her armpits or the crooks of her knees.

Korra was no stranger to trying to get a room full of cocks to pop off in and on her, but usually the occasion was a birthday party, or a Tuesday. Being the captured gangrape whore of her enemies was another thing. They gleefully ejaculated into her open eyes, fucked her throat with their fists, and generally passed her around like a platter of ribs at a barbecue. They held her up by her ankles so that her head dangled over the floor, all so that three of them could piss on her face at once, laughing at the way she gurgled in an effort not to drown. They made her dance for their amusement, forcing her to juggle her tits and shake her fat ass at them, while shoving her around and sticking their feet out to trip her up and send her stumbling to the floor.

It wasn’t just men degrading her. Equalists were equal-opportunity employers. There were plenty of female guards in the ranks, and they liked having their muffs licked as much as anyone. They particularly liked the way Korra’s tongue moved around inside them whenever they reached over and slapped her ass. Other times they cut out the middleman and just sat on her face, bouncing their butts on her head and grinding their juicy cunts on her nose. Sometimes they just felt like using her as a bench, three of them sitting on her while she supported them on her hands and knees on the hard floor. Much to her displeasure, this often turned into a game of ride-the-pony, where the sadistic guards made Korra crawl around with them on their back while they used her ponytails like reins and slapped her ass and tits to make her go faster. When she wasn’t the furniture, she was the floor, padding for their feet while they relaxed with their feet on her face, tits, and body.

When guards weren’t immediately stuffing her mouth with cock or feeding her muff, they made her tell them every humiliating story of her life, from her first experience with sex to her first rape, and then the next seventy-eight times she was raped before they got bored hearing about it. They used her mouth as a birdbath for their saliva, spitting into her mouth until it was overflowing down her lips and chin. Every drop of spilled cum needed to be licked off the floor, and when she was too slow, they grabbed her by the hair and used it for a mop. It was easily in the top ten worst of all the multi-day gangrapes Korra had ever experienced.

Things came to a head when it was one of the guard’s birthdays. Someone had baked a giant chocolate cake, which explained all the eggs the guards had used for target practice on Korra the previous day. They lit the candles, and Korra was naturally required to sing happy birthday, which was made a little difficult by the way the birthday boy was pounding her from the chair he was sitting in, holding her arms back while jolting her forward over the cake. Her face was close enough to it to feel the heat from the candles.

“Happy UGH birthFUCKday AGH—”

At the climax of the song and the cumshot in her pussy, all the guards standing around her grabbed her head or the tails of hair on each side of her face and yanked her head down into the cake. Her face pushed frosting and sprinkles and melted candle-wax out of the way until the mountain of cake underneath stopped her descent.

Hands held her in place until she stopped struggling. Through caked-up ears, Korra heard Equalists going about their business. The whole thing had been an exercise to humiliate her.

After that, Korra noticed the Equalists weren’t taking many precautions with her. Ropes and chains were brought out just for fun, not to keep her restrained in case of escape. They were also getting tired.

The Equalists had made one mistake with their Avatar cumdump: they hadn’t taken her bending. Since Korra wasn’t chi-blocked, she could suck and fuck hundreds of cocks without losing her mind or wearing out. Meanwhile, even the hardiest of normal men could only fuck Korra’s tight cunt or jerk off between her pillowy tits so many times in a day before his dick started to feel funny.

The cumshots that splattered her tongue and soaked her tits and hair were decreasing in volume and becoming more watery. Even the piss they splashed on her face didn’t seem to have as much impact as before. One day, after a guard weakly busted inside her cunt, Korra climbed off his lap to notice that all of the guards were simply asleep, napping after sex.

Korra shrugged, found an Equalist uniform in one of the lockers that fit her, and suited up. She was nearly out the door when it opened. The gay guard from before, who had fucked her with very little satisfaction and a lot of pretended enthusiasm over the past week or so, gave her a frightened look.

“Don’t worry, I’ll knock you out so you don’t look like a total fag,” Korra said.

“Thank you,” he said.

Korra kicked him in the balls. He gave her a thumbs-up just before he hit the floor.

———

Confident that even a week of being the gangrape cumbucket of a group of total assholes couldn’t hold her back, Korra headed straight for Amon’s inner sanctum. The Equalist uniform made it easy to infiltrate the place. By the time anyone noticed she wasn’t one of them, she was already close enough to kick them in the balls.

She found Amon’s inner office. It had “Amon’s Inner Office” written on it. 

“Fuck it,” she said and kicked the door down.

She had just cleared the doorway when something grabbed her and hurled her into the wall. A hand big enough to pick up her head like it was a basketball plucked her off the ground and held her up several feet off the floor in front of Amon, who looked at her from behind his mask.

Korra kicked and struggled, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. “Fuck me all you want,” she said. “I fucked all your guards, I’ll fuck your goon, and I’ll fuck you too.”

“A tempting offer,” said Amon. “But what if I take away your bending?”

“Bring it on,” Korra snarled. “I can handle chi-blocking.” Which was bullshit.

“No, I mean, for real,” said Amon. “I can literally take away your bending.”

“But only the Avatar can do that,” Korra gasped.

“That was just in the previous series. In this one, I can do it too.”

Amon’s massive goon ripped off her clothes and pinned her flat on Amon’s table. Korra struggled, but her legs were spread wide open. A cold metal object was shoved into her cunt, and when she yelped, one was forced into her mouth was well. She saw it was attached by a wire to a metal panel.

“Mggh! MggMMGGGH!”

Korra thrashed, but the goon easily spread her asscheeks apart. She felt a third cold metal object stretch open her tight asshole.

Amon came around in front of her and cupped her chin with his fingers, lifting her face up to look at him. He seemed amused by her wide, frightened eyes.

“You think you’re so great because your bending allows you to fuck endlessly,” said Amon. “I’m going to have fun splitting your ass open after I take your bending away…forever!”

He pulled a lever on the panel the wires were connected to. An electric shock hit Korra in all three of her holes. 

“EEEEEEEEAAAHHHHH!”

The electricity surged through her body, lighting her up everywhere. Korra thrashed and writhed on the table, pinned down by Amon’s goon. The electricity made her fingers and toes flex and contract wildly.

“Feel that, Avatar?” Amon taunted. “That’s the feeling of your chakras being overloaded with energy. I’m definitely not making this up.”

Amon pulled the lever again, and the second shot of electricity made Korra scream.

“Fight back, or you’re going to lose your bending, former Avatar.”

“NoooEEEYAAAAAHHH!!!”

Amon hit her with five more blasts of electricity. Each successive blast turned her brain increasingly to mush. All of Korra’s holes were quivering wrecks by the end of it. He pulled the metal cylinder out of her mouth, and her tongue flopped out, along with a small fountain of drool. The cylinder in her pussy came out next. Just the sensation of something sliding out of her electrified cunt made her twitching hole spasm.

Next Amon went for the one in her ass. Korra was cumming before he even started to pull it out.

“NGGUUUNNNHHH!” she moaned like a whale giving birth.

With each inch the metal cylinder in her ass was pulled out, the sensation became more overwhelming. Korra sounded more and more like she really was an undersea cow pushing a pack of belugas out. Her ass was clenching uncontrollably from the volts of electricity that had been blasted into it. Her ass sucked on the metal cylinder like a self-dildoing black hole.

It came free with a sudden jerk that made her ass jiggle. Amon slapped it, and Korra came again. Her pussy squirted ionically charged cuntjuice onto the table. 

“A bender no longer,” Amon said. He grabbed Korra’s jiggling ass and sank his fingers into it. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your ass.”

Korra had just enough cognizance to moan something along the lines of “please no.” Amon just chuckled as he pulled her by her ass cheeks toward him, getting her hips supported on the edge of the table while her legs dangled off the floor. 

Korra’s eyes bugged out when she felt Amon’s cock press against her asshole. Her twitching tongue flopped around outside her mouth. His cock pushed in, and she felt the searing heat of an erect penis in her butthole for the first time.

Korra, a girl who couldn’t go a week without running into a gangbang, lost her virginity. 

And she fucking loved it.

“Fuck yeah!” shouted Amon as he pounded Korra’s cumming shitpipe. Her ass was clenching and twitching nonstop around his cock, like the anal fuckhole of a robot sexdoll set to its maximum point for too long and broke. His hands crashed down on her ass, making the anal slut cry out in incoherent screams of euphoric pain that made her pussy squirt onto the table.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head off the table while pounding her ass against it, making her back arch like a bow. Her brown cheeks were flushed red, and he brutally slapped the shit out of them, making her hair fly everywhere. He slammed her face back down on the table where it made a hard thudding noise, grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, then seized her tits that were bouncing against the table with each thrust and pulled her nipples out to either side of her body, stretching her tits hard. Throughout all of it, Korra’s moans just got louder. Orgasms were hitting her like a series of gunshots.

His balls were hitting her clit, and Korra couldn’t stop herself from cumming even harder. She knew this was wrong, that being anally raped by her worst enemy wasn’t something she should be getting off to. But her inabiility to perform assbending meant that she couldn’t stop his dick from raping her brain into mush. The electricity he had blasted into her body from her three primary fuckholes had done something to her bending. She couldn’t bend with her cunt at all, not even when his balls struck her clit and made an orgasm spike through her. Her mouth didn’t seem like it could bend either.

“You’re such a retarded fuckwhore,” Amon grunted as he broke in the Avatar’s backdoor fuckhole. “Trying to solve problems by getting raped. Why is that, bitch?”

“Because I’m a stupid fuckslut!” Korra moaned. The searing pain of Amon’s cock raping her virgin anal pipe was overwhelming her ability to think. “I’m a dumb cocksucker with a cunt that’s had more things in it than my brain ever will!”

His hands circled her throat. She knew her mouthbending was gone when her throat started to cum the instant his fingers tightened on her neck. He squeezed, and she came silently, choking and orgasming all over his table. 

He didn’t stop squeezing even as his thrusting sped up and his cock throbbed dangerously inside her. Korra’s vision swam, and she felt a hot load of cum fill up her asshole. Then everything went dark.

———

Although Asami had had a falling out with her daddy, she didn’t have any trouble walking back into his headquarters. Equalists guarded the Sato corporation building now, where her daddy built evil weapons for these total assholes, but Asami knew all the tricks. A gas mask like the guards wore made it easy to sneak in, and she knew directly where she was going.

“Daddy!” she said, taking off her mask. Her silky raven black hair, washed free of the cum and piss the homeless guys had sprayed it with, fell down around her shoulders.

Her dad gawked at her from behind the desk in his private office. “Asami! I thought I’d killed you. Or something. I don’t remember that chapter.”

“It was a pretty shitty one,” Asami agreed, “but we’re not here to talk about that.” She strode to his desk and put her palms on it, leaning over and glaring at him while he shrank back into his chair. “Why are you helping the Equalists, you douchebag? They’re bad or something.”

“It’s because of your mother,” Sato said. “Did we explain this in that other chapter?”

“I don’t fucking remember.”

“Okay, well, as you know, your mother was a nonbender, as am I.”

“That mean your dick don’t work good?” Asami asked sympathetically

“It’s unclear what the rules of this bullshit porn universe are. The point is, one day we had some bender laborers over to do some work. I left your mother alone with them and came back to find her being gangbanged by them in the kitchen while cumming her slutty brains out.”

“What did you do?”

“Jerked off, then threw them all out. Last I heard, your mother is a crackwhore selling her body to bender dick for next to nothing at all.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

“That’s why I hate benders. Their sex powers are unfair for normal people to have to compete against. We have to destroy them all if we nonbenders are going to have an opportunity at getting laid.”

“I get laid,” said Asami. “It’s not like I get gangbanged every week like Korra, but there’s been plenty of dick in my holes, Daddy.”

“That’s because you’re hot,” Sato said.

Asami’s perfect eyebrows lifted. “What?”

“You have nice tits, a sexy face, and a rocking body.”

“Daddy! You’re not attracted to me, are you?”

Sato freaked. “What? No! Of course not! I’m just trying to, um, be, yes, encouraging, because, self-esteem, nice ass, um.”

“Daddy!” shrieked Asami. “If we fucked, that would be incest.”

“I know! I don’t want to fuck my daughter!”

“If you stuck your big, throbbing Daddy dick in my tight wet pussy, we’d have retard babies!”

“I’m not trying to fuck you!”

“Daddy-y-y!” whined Asami. “I don’t even think my pussy could handle your big Daddy dick! You might have to cum on my pretty face or my firm tits!”

“Stop, damnit!” Sato shouted. “Look—” He flung open his drawers, pulling out photos of her in various poses. “If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have jerked off to these! But I only did like twice! Until your slut Avatar friend made me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That Avatar cunt wants me to fuck you. I think. Those chapters were a while ago.”

“Wow.”

“The point is, benders are bad.”

“Then you must be stopped,” Asami declared. “You shitty asshole.”

Sato pounded his fists on the table. Asami jumped. Sato grabbed her by the front of her clothes and pulled her toward him so that their noses bumped. His eyes glared down at her.

“Listen to me, you spoiled little bitch. I worked hard to provide for you. I gave you a fancy education, expensive clothes, and all the opportunities in the world. I didn’t give you that mouth so you could fill it with cocks, and I didn’t give it to you to insult me.”

He yanked her forward so that she fell onto the table, smashing into his papers and objects. He hauled her forward so that her face accidentally went right into his crotch. He raised one hand high, and then brought it crashing down hard on her ass, spanking her like a child.

“EEEEAGH!” Asami shrieked into his crotch, feeling something hard flex against her face in response.

“Never—”

“AGH!”

“Talk—“

“UNGH!”

“To me—”

“GAH!”

“Like that—”

“EENGH!”

“You slut!”

“AHH! AHH! AHHH!”

Sato pulled her forward so that she fell off his desk into the space behind it. Disoriented and completely off balance, not to mention her stinging rear, Asami was helpless to fight back as her father overpowered her. Several vicious slaps to the face, backhand and forehand, ended her meager attempts to resist.

He dragged her up to her knees. “Repeat after me.”

“Wha—”

He slapped her. “I am.”

“I am—”

He backhanded her across the face. “A stupid girl.”

“A stupid girl—”

He hit her again. “Who will only open her mouth when spoken to.”

“Who will only open her mouth when spoken too.” She winced and shut her eyes, expecting another slap. Instead, she felt something wet hit her on the nose and opened her eyes to realize Daddy had just spit on her. 

“You look just like your mother,” Sato growled. “The only thing missing to complete the picture is bender cum all over your painted lips.”

That seemed to give him an idea, because his pants hit the floor a moment later.

“Wait, Daddy, what are you doing?” Asami said, trying to look anywhere but at her father’s penis. It stuck out toward her in six inches of erect anger, casting a cock-shaped shadow over her face.

He grabbed the photo of her from the desk, the one with her smiling face on the day she graduated. “Stupid whore,” he grunted, fisting his cock as he stared at the picture of her. “Come here. Come here, slut!” He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her around by his side, making her scramble on her knees. Her face right next to his hard cock, her cheek feeling the heat of it as it throbbed, he made her stare at the picture of herself. He wrapped his arm around her neck and then used the same hand to start stroking himself once more. The tip of his dick was less than an inch from the surface of the framed picture.

“I paid for those clothes,” he said as he masturbated to the picture of his daughter. “I made that face with my own two balls. What I made, I fucking own.”

His dick pulsed, and he groaned. Asami watched in horror as her daddy’s semen oozed onto her face in the photo. She felt her father’s fist pump again by the shaking of the arm around her neck and saw a second cumshot splatter the photo, getting droplets on the frame. She even felt a few hit her on the chin.

“See that?” He held the photo up to her face. She could smell Daddy’s semen wafting from the picture. “That’s what’ll happen to you if you mouth off to me again. Do you want Daddy’s cum on your face?”

“No!”

“Do you want Daddy to empty his balls all over your pretty white skin?”

“No!”

“Then clean yourself off, whore.” 

He pushed the photo against her lips, smearing some of his cum on her mouth and the tip of her nose. She understood what he wanted her to do. Repulsed, Asami nevertheless stuck her tongue out. She touched it to the puddle of cum on the surface of the photo. Daddy’s jizz was bitter and a little salty. 

“Clean it, bitch,” Daddy ordered.

Asami whimpered. She pressed her tongue against the photo and dragged it up to the frame. The cum collected in a pool on her tongue. She let Daddy’s nutbutter slide to the back of her tongue and licked back down the photo. The jizz collected in a cummy pool around her tongue as she licked the photo clean, until all she was doing was smearing cum around it with her tongue. 

He tilted her chin up. “Show me the cum.” She opened her mouth. A big white puddle of Daddy’s spooge was collected on her tongue. “Swallow.” She winced, shut her eyes tight, and gulped. 

He made her show him her mouth clean of cum. “Good girl, but you missed a spot.” He wiped the picture on her tits, leaving a white streak of cum on her black top. “Now get the hell out of my sight.”

That was how Asami found herself working for her father, and the Equalists, as a secretary. Her dad had her sit right outside his office and handle correspondence and visitors. Every time she mouthed off to him, he jerked off on another one of her pictures and made her lick it off with her tongue. Pretty soon there were more cum-glazed photographs of her than not.

It was one thing when she talked back to him, but when she told one an important group of weapons clients to “fuck off back to whatever evil shitbag fuckhole you came from,” Daddy got pissed. He didn’t even bother to drag Asami into his office like he did when he made her lick his cum. He forced her down to her knees and made her pull his pants down in front of their audience. He whipped out his fat cock and started jerking it directly at her face.

“Going to wash your mouth out,” he grunted as he squeezed his dick. “Mouthing off all the time like a damn whore.”

“Daddy, wait!” Asami pleaded.

“Keep your mouth open and shut up,” he grunted. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah. You look just like your mother. Talk like her too. Like a dirty whore. Stick your tongue out, whore.”

Asami stuck her tongue out. A moment later, she saw semen spurt out of the tip of Daddy’s cock. It shot directly into her mouth, landing on the back of her tongue. Daddy kept jerking more ropes of cum out of his cock until he was shaking the last few drops out onto her outstretched tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he ordered while Asami stared up at him with his bitter cum pooling in the back of her mouth. “Show our guests. You’re going to wash your mouth out with that. Gargle it, swish it around. Once you’ve cleaned your mouth out, you can swallow.”

Asami nodded her trembling head, trying not to move too much in case the cum started to slide down her throat. She walked on her knees over to the clients she had offended and opened her mouth wide, swirling her tongue around so they could see all the cum. She gargled and felt the cum bubble and froth in the back of her mouth. Once or twice a bigger bubble popped against her lips.

She took the froth and swished it around her teeth and gums. Daddy’s cum was getting mixed with her saliva, making the taste more watery. 

“Swallow,” Daddy ordered. Asami winced and let Daddy’s cum slide down her gullet.

Asami opened her mouth so the clients could inspect it. “I’d say her mouth is plenty clean,” snickered one. After that, the deal went as planned.

Asami was humiliated, but her dad saw a business opportunity. Soon after, he decided that she wasn’t going to be a secretary any longer. At least, not the kind who took messages and handled visitors. Instead, she was going to be the slutty kind.

That was how Asami found herself as a working whore for the Equalists, sucking cock and getting fucked to help her daddy’s business. Her first night was with a man who smelled like cabbage. That’s right. It was cabbage corp guy. He’s in this.

A harsh whip-blow landed on her exposed nipple.

“MMGGGH!” Asami screeched. The cabbage she was forced to hold between her teeth muffled her voice.

“Break the cabbage with your teeth, and it goes in your ass,” he warned. His whip landed on her other nipple.

“MMGGGHHH!”

The next night, the clients were a pair of familiar faces.

“You’re working with the Equalists?” Asami said in disbelief.

“Um…no?” said Mako.

“Better poon with the Equalists,” said Bolin.

“But you’re benders.”

“We just pretend to be really bad at sex. Speaking of which, which one of us do you want in your cunt, and which in your mouth? First, I mean. It’s going to be a long night for you.”

Asami’s protests were stifled as she was spitroasted by the two brothers on the bed, then fucked again from both sides when they switched places. It finished with them both depositing their loads on her face in the shower.

“We’ll be back,” Mako said with a wink.

Things escalated from there. Asami had to take more initiative in handling clients, actively seducing them instead of meekly being raped. She had to climb into the laps of powerful men, purring and stroking their hair and necks, writhing for them and grinding. Stripping slowly, shaking her ass for them, mewling and begging them to fuck her. Bad performance meant Daddy cumming in her mouth or on her face, and then doing it all over again.

One night she again recognized the pair of clients, but this time it was two girls. Aya and Rei were twin sisters Asami had met at the elite boarding school Daddy had paid for her to attend. Like Asami, they were the daughters of a rich family, and like Asami, their money and their beauty meant they had spent a lot of time dealing with suitors interested in their family fortune or just their tits. But despite their similarities, Asami had never gotten along with them. The fact that she was just a bit richer and prettier made for some heavy envy from the two sisters.

“Our daddy is working on a big deal with yours,” Rei said. “He sent us to sweeten the deal.”

“Always thought I’d see you giving up neck for a living,” Aya smirked. “Get on the bed, bitch.”

Asami scrambled onto the bed. Aya and Rei were on her instantly, nipping at her neck and face. They stripped off her clothes and swarmed her. Aya lay on one side of her, Rei on the other. Each of them pinned one of Asami’s legs between their own and spread her wide open. They kissed spots on her neck opposite each other, and cupped a breast each. They played with Asami’s nipples with their fingernails while the young heiress moaned. Lips touched her throat, her chin. The twin sisters worked in unison to tease Asami. They licked her ears and squeezed her breasts. Their legs stroked up and down her thighs. Their feet caught and played with hers, dominating each two-on-one.

Aya dragged her nails down Asami’s taut stomach. She giggled at the way Asami trembled and the little moan she made. Rei wrapped her other arm around Asami’s neck and kissed the shivering girl.

Asami was falling apart under their treatment. It felt like their were a dozen pairs of hands stroking, pinching, and squeezing her. The hot breath from Rei on her ear made her squirm. Then Aya licked her neck, and she moaned.

Their fingers creeped down her ribcage. Hands grabbed her thighs. Asami whimpered. She could feel how wet she was.

Sure enough, Aya noticed. She slid her fingers along Asami’s wet fold. The feeling sent a thrill through Asami. Her hips pushed up, and she bit back a groan.

“You’re a slut for pretty girls,” Aya teased. She dipped her wet fingers into Asami’s mouth. “Good girl. Are you hungry for more?”

Asami had only just nodded when two of Rei’s fingers pushed inside her cunt. “MMMNNG,” Asami moaned. Aya grabbed her tongue. Rei’s fingers curled inside Asami’s dripping pussy, and Asami’s hips shuddered so hard they made the bed shake. 

While Rei was fingering her, Aya slid her hand down Asami’s stomach and found her clit.

“AAAAAHHH!” Asami cried. Her hips thrust into the air like a chemical reaction had been ignited.

“Awww, I think someone likes that,” Aya sneered. She hooked the fingers of her other hand into Asami’s mouth, tugging her cheek out. Asami whimpered.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Rei giggled. She closed her mouth on one of Asami’s nipples and sucked. 

Asami thrashed. The twin sisters fingered her until she was a drooling, twitching mess. Then Aya swung her leg over Asami’s face and set her wet cunt down on the heiress’s mouth. Rei pulled Asami’s knees over her shoulders and dived face-first into Asami’s muff.

Aya pinched and squeezed Asami’s nipples while she rubbed her wet pussy on Asami’s lips and tongue. She could tell whenever Rei’s tongue hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside Asami by the way the girl’s tongue moved inside her pussy. 

Aya moaned. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her. “Lick her harder, Rei,” she said. “Make this bitch cum.”

Rei redoubled her efforts, kissing and sucking Asami’s clit while her tongue pushed deep inside the shivering teenager. Asami’s eyes rolled up. A flood of sensations washed through her. But although she felt Aya’s pussy gush against her mouth, Asami didn’t cum.

Aya slid her slick pussy off Asami’s face and tutted. “I think this bitch is loyal to someone. We’ll make you cum whether you like it or not, whore.”

They took out their bag of toys. Rei tied Asami’s legs to the bedpost while Aya tied Asami’s arms behind her back. A pair of vibrating dildos were inserting into her squeezing ass and cunt. Rei turned them on, and Asami’s hips started bucking.

“I think she likes it,” said Aya as she attacked clamps to each of Asami’s nipples. She gave them a tug and giggled at the way Asami squealed.

Asami tried not to moan when Aya’s fingers trailed down the side of her ribs, but she couldn’t help it. They had complete control over her and were trying to tease her into oblivion. Rei started to play with her clit again, and Asami felt like she was going to lose her mind. Aya dipped a dildo in and out of Asami’s drooling mouth. She sucked on it. They laughed at her and called her a slut, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was ready to explode, and something cock-shaped was in her mouth. She was helpless not to suck it.

The rich twins made their teenage rival moan and shudder. They pinched her ass and giggled at the way her hips bucked out of control. But every time she was on the verge of climax, pleading for an orgasm, it wouldn’t happen. It wasn’t that they were denying her. Aya and Rei were working hard to make her body give out and cum. It just wasn’t happening.

Aya slapped her face. “Fine, your chance to cum is over. Our turn, bitch.”

They reclined on a couch together while Asami kneeled on the ground. They stuck out their feet. 

“Lick, piggy.”

Asami gritted her teeth. She licked the tip of Aya’s big toe.

“Mine too, slut,” said Rei, sticking her foot in Asami’s face. Asami licked the sole of Rei’s foot. 

“Suck,” said Aya, wiggling her big toe. Asami took it into her mouth and sucked. Aya laughed. “I’ve always wanted to see you like this. You thought you were hot shit because you were rich and pretty. Now you’re sucking feet. How does it feel?”

“Gooph,” said Asami, muffled by the toe wiggling in her mouth.

“Call me Mistress, cunt.”

“Gooph, Mithreph.”

“Good bitch. Do you like serving us?”

“Yeph, Mithreph.”

“What do you like better, feet or cocks?”

“Fee’, MIthreph.”

“And you’ve sucked a lot of cocks, haven’t you, whore?”

Asami burned with humiliation. “Yeph, Mithreph.”

Rei prodded Asami’s cheek with her foot. “Lick it all, skank. Give my foot a bath.”

Asami obeyed. She dragged her pink tongue around every inch of Rei’s foot until the whole thing was glistening with her saliva. Rei’s toes wiggled excitedly.

Aya grabbed Asami’s face between her feet and pulled Asami’s head between her thighs. “Lick it.” She moaned loudly the instant Asami’s tongue hit her cunt. She loved being in this position over Asami. Rei pulled out a crop and swatted Asami on the ass. Asami jumped at being smacked painfully on the ass, and Aya moaned louder at the stimulation.

In the end Asami faithfully licked them both to satisfaction, ending up with the taste of the twins’ cunts on her tongue and their juices in her mouth. That was just the start though. Satisfied for the moment with their orgasms, the two girls wanted entertainment. They put nose hooks into Asami’s nostrils and tied them around the back of her head. They attached her wrists and ankles to spreader bars so she could barely crawl on her hands and knees, then tossed a dildo a distance away on the floor.

“Fetch,” Aya sneered.

“While oinking,” Rei smirked.

“Oink,” Asami said. Rei immediately whipped her ass with the crop. Aya grabbed a fistful of Asami’s hair and yanked on it. “Listen, bitch, if you don’t want us to shave all of this pretty black hair of yours off, then oink like a real piggy.” She spat on Asami’s face, then slapped it hard. “Oink, piggy.”

Asami cringed. “OOIIINNNK!”

Rei hit her stinging ass with the crop. “Again!”

“OOOIIIINNNK!” Asami squealed. Her eyes were wide with pain and fear.

Aya laughed and slapped her face with the back of her hand. “Now fetch the cock, piggy.”

“OIIIINNNK!”

Asami crawled off in the direction of the dildo. Her movements were stilted and awkward because of the spreader bars. Her ass stung, and Aya’s spit dripped down her face. She oinked all the way to the dildo. When it was in her mouth, held sideways like a dog with a bone, she crawled back, oinking like a pig. 

“Is this how you hold a cock in your mouth?” Aya tutted.

“I think you should show her how to do it,” Rei giggled. Aya took the dildo out from between Asami’s teeth and shoved it in lengthwise, fucking Asami’s throat. 

“GLUCK GURCK GAK!” Asami choked.

“That’s how cock in your mouth works,” Aya said. The dildo was glistening with Asami’s throat drool. Aya wiped it on Asami’s cheek and then tossed it to another spot in the room. “Fetch, piggy.”

“OOOIIIINNNK!”

It was a long night for Asami. By the time they left her exhausted and curled up on the floor of the shower, dripping wet and soaked to the bone with water and piss, she had licked and finger each of the sisters to half a dozen orgasms. She’d been slapped, spanked, sat on, and choked. She’d rimmed each of the girls while the other one fucked her ass with a strapon. She’d been made to lie at their feet and degrade herself as a cock-gobbling gutterwhore while praising the twins as beautiful goddesses. The only thing she hadn’t done was orgasm.

And it wasn’t over. Aya leaned over her and grabbed her soaking wet hair. She yanked her up. “Get up, cockslut. You’re going to seal the deal for us.”

After roughly toweling her off, the two girls had Asami lie on the bed. Rei opened the door to the room, and Daddy walked in wearing a blindfold. Asami’s stomach clenched. She hoped they weren’t going to do what she thought they were going to do.

Rei giggled and led Sato by the hand toward the bed. Aya went up beside him too. Together the twin sisters kissed Daddy’s neck and touched him with their hands. They undid his pants, exposing an erect, throbbing cock that twitched every time they kissed him. They guided him onto the bed. 

Asami felt Daddy grab her naked breast and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She didn’t want him to know that he was about to fuck his only daughter. His hips moved into position between her thighs, and she shivered in nervous anticipation. His cock twitched at the entrance to her naked pussy. Rei and Aya kneeled on the bed on either side of them. Each had a hand on his ass, gently rubbing and coaxing him.

Rei and Aya took his blindfold off. Father and daughter had just a moment to stare at each other’s eyes before Rei and Aya slapped Sato’s ass, and his hips thrust forward, driving his cock into Asami’s cunt.

His fat cock was the perfect size for her warm pussy. Asami came hard when Daddy’s dick hilted inside her. Her loud moans were stifled only when Daddy’s mouth covered her own. His fat tongue invaded her mouth while her hips twitched and her thighs tightened around his sides, squeezing him into her.

Thwap!Thwap!Thwap! Daddy’s hips pounded Asami. His cock sawed in and out of her cunt. Asami gave into the fucking. Her eyes rolled up, her hips pushed out, her legs wrapped around her father completely and pulled her to him. Aya and Rei leaned over her, sneering triumphantly at her from above and flipping her the bird, but she didn’t care. Daddy’s cock was inside her, and it was amazing.

Daddy didn’t last long in his daughter’s hot, tight pussy. He groaned, and his cock flooded Asami’s unprotected womb with cum. Asami shook violently underneath him with a second orgasm.

“I think we’ve got a deal,” smirked Aya. 

It turned out that Sato still wanted to facefuck the twins like he had thought he was going to. He raped each of their throats viciously, accusing them of tricking them into fucking his daughter. It was still Asami who had to do the swallowing. “Come here, cumtoilet,” they said, and spat their loads into her open, waiting mouth.

The deal was sealed. Asami wasn’t exactly sad to see Aya and Rei go. She wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with her father after being fucked by him. After a few more days of whoring for him, she found out when he took her into his office, fucked all three of her holes while yelling about how she had seduced him just like her bitch mother, and then sold her to a whorehouse. 

———

The Equalists had completely taken over the city. To celebrate, the Avatar was spending her second week in a row locked up in a pillory as a public access bitch. She was set up in the public square on a raised platform for all to see, with a sign announcing her thirsty craving for dick and jizz to ruin every inch of her body inside and out.. Her butthole ached from constant use. Three days of built-up cum matted her hair around her shoulders, and a layer of dick-smelling cum-crust had congealed on her face, ass, thighs, tits, feet, back, and every inch of skin where anyone had felt like pointing their dick at the moment of triumph.

Her asshole, newly accessible, was particularly popular for abuse. In the past three days alone, more dicks had been stuffed up Korra’s ass than most girls ever got in a lifetime. And with her bending stripped away from her, Korra couldn’t even handle a dick in her mouth without gagging like a whore on her first night, and then choking on the cum as it clogged her throat like bad plumbing.

So much spooge was regularly pumped into her guts via her ass and mouth that she regularly barfed it out when she gagged. Buckets under her stretched-out body caught most of the creamy jizz when it came spilling out of her mouth, ass and cunt. Whenever a bucket filled up, it was ceremoniously dumped on the Avatar herself. Her hair had toweled up all of the cum it could and oozed with the gloopy excess. The texture of her matted clumps of hair was like cardboard under all the sperm. Men pissing on her kept her a little bit clean; whenever the stink of cum on her got too bad for men to approach, they hosed her down like a muddy pig and started over again.

She wasn’t alone. Other heroines of the resistance were dragged up beside her to spend a day or two in the stocks getting fucked from all angles. Pema spent a solid thirty hours getting her de-bended asshole reamed by half the men in the city before they dragged her away to be an anal public access bitch somewhere else. Lin Beifong lasted two whole days, and spent almost all of it cursing up a storm when her mouth wasn’t full of dick or coughing out stringy wads of cum, so basically she almost never said anything much at all. 

Korra hadn’t expected that so many men would be interested in her sloppy seconds, especially because she was a lot sloppier than second. But it turned out there were thousands of men in the city who wanted nothing more than to se the former Avatar worship their cocks and then bust a nut inside her. From the pictures of her humiliations in the newspapers, the scenes of her pro bending life, and the way she strutted around had made her a target of desire. She was famous, thick and oozed sex. Locked up in the pillory, she literally oozed male cum all the time.

Men often came up to her in groups, egging each other on. They stuck their dicks in her face, taunting her for being unable to do anything but stick out her tongue for them to beat their cocks on. They rubbed their balls on her face and took great delight in making her thank them for their dicks and beg them to fuck her slutty Avatar holes. When they finally started ramming into her, they had almost as much fun high-fiving over her cum-soaked back as they did ejaculating into her orifices. When they were triple-penetrating her, they coordinated to cum in her at the same time, really making a cum sandwich out of her body.

Other guys even saw her freely accessible holes as an opportunity to lose their virginity. Men who were fat, nerdy, smelly or awkward, and men with weird-shaped dicks or strange fetishes all lined up to make her please them. Some of them came before they even got their dicks between her lips. Others smelled so bad that she puked without even being throatfucked. Some of them were the cruelest—clearly working out issues and indulging in once-in-a-lifetime fantasies, they raped her viciously while calling her all kinds of things.

Even stray dogs got in on the action. They were somehow able to smell fresh and available pussy despite the cum-stink that had infiltrated Korra’s very being. It wasn’t uncommon for a pack of dogs to be mounting her when there weren’t many people around.

Korra was arguably more famous than ever. Reporters took photographs of her state of abject humiliation and published them around the world as part of Equalist propaganda. They published interviews with her as well. One such interview appeared in the Bending News, along with a front-page picture of Korra’s face barely recognizable under a fresh layer of cum.

Reporter: How does it feel to serve the Equalist cause?

Korra: Guhhhhh.

Reporter: Do you have anything to say about the world-record number of dicks that have entered your holes in the last twenty-four hours alone?

Korra: Nnnggh.

Reporter: Do you have anything inspirational to say to all the people around the world who still believe in you?

Korra: More…dick…please….

When she wasn’t physically apologizing to the public for being a useless whore of an Avatar, Korra had to serve the new regime in other ways. Sometimes she was a pleasure girl for visiting dignitaries, who came in protest of the Equalist takeover and left with empty balls and an appreciation of the merits of a de-bended and thoroughly cum-dumpy Avatar. Other times she was given as a reward to guards to abuse, and yet other times she found herself performing as a dancer and a whore for important high-ranking Equalists to abuse and humiliate in any way they liked. 

But Korra wasn’t taking it lying down—or standing up, or on her knees, or with one leg in the air, or while tied up and hanging from the ceiling, or any number of other positions she found herself in for her enemies’ amusement. She had a plan to fight back, escape, and save the day. 

At least, she wanted to. She kept meaning to come up with one. But stumbling from one humiliating, painful, orgasm-filled fuckfest to another, it was hard to think of anything but the changing composition in her body from being mostly made of water to being mostly made of the semen of men and animals. Rooms that didn’t stink of cum were starting to smell weird to her. Luckily, any room she was occupying didn’t stay that way for long. Korra’s hair and tongue mopped up any cum on the walls, floor, and occasionally ceiling at the end of the night.

To emphasize the once-Avatar’s pathetic state and humiliate her further, the Equalists staged mock battles between her and chi-blockers in the old pro bending arena. The battles were hilariously one-sided affairs. Being a 24/7 fucktoy left Korra with little in the way of ability to resist as they took her down, spread her how, and fucked her senseless. 

One day there was a special event. Korra was dressed in clothes they made her wear, slutty versions of her old Avatar clothes, all designed to make a mockery of the very idea of her as anything but a set of receptacles for the cocks and cum of her male superiors. They did her up with whorish hair and makeup and sent her tottering out into the arena on eight-inch heels. Her opponent stepped out as well. It was none other than Amon’s goon, the big one who had tossed her around and pinned her down on Amon’s table to have her bending taken away. He was easily twice her size, but Korra felt excited. She had wanted revenge on this goon ever since he had gotten the best of her before. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to crack some heads.

They stood in front of each other in the center of the ring. The goon smirked down at her, clearly eyeing her body through her embarrassing clothes. Korra’s expression was no less cocky.

“No hard feelings if I beat your ass,” Korra said.

“Ditto,” he said, and grabbed her by the hair. He yanked her out of her combat pose and swung her around through the air. He whipped her around in a circle until she was too dizzy to do anything other than think about puking up a bucketful of cum from the previous night. While groaned nauseously, he tore off her clothes, exposing her brown fuckmelons to the crowd.

He stood her in front of him with his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place. She wasn’t even close enough to reach him, yet he easily slapped her face back and forth with his other hand until she was whimpering.

“Who’s better?” He hit her with the back of his hand.

“You are,” Korra groaned.

Front hand. “What do women do?”

“S-suck cock!”

He slapped her back and forth. “What do you do?”

“S-suck a lot of cock!” Korra wailed.

He didn’t even make her get on her knees. He just dragged her forward, stumbling on her heels. Her hands trembled as she undid his pants. When his cock came out, it sprang out, smacking her on the chin and knocking her cross-eyed. While she was in a daze, his big cock knocked insistently against her lips, touching against her nostrils.

Korra heard the crowd cheering for her to be fucked. She felt weak, humiliated, and helpless. It thrilled her and made her ache between her legs. He was stronger than her. There was nothing she could do about it, so….

Fuck it, she thought, and started sucking his dick. The crowd screamed and stamped their feet in excitement as the Avatar started going to town on the armlength of cock in front of her. She bobbed her head like she was bobbing for the two apples hanging under the end of his shaft. Her drool got everywhere. It felt fucking good to just suck a dick and shut everything out.

That didn’t last long. He put a hand on the back of her head and pushed insistently. Eyes wide, Korra glucked and gurgled as her lips and mouth, and then her throat, were all made to slide down his pole. She gagged constantly while he stretched her esophagus out with his cock. She was increasingly forced to bend over at the waist while his cock impaled her more and more. Only the fact that his cock wasn’t six feet long kept it from hoisting her outright like a stuck pig. 

“Gghhk,” Korra said. Drool pooled in her mouth. His cock didn’t leave enough room between her stretched lips for her drool to ooze out. 

He used his grip on the back of her hair to pull her face up and down his pole, fucking the former Avatar’s throat like it was just a sloppy sex toy that squeaked.

His cumshot filled her stomach. She actually thought she could feel her stomach expand a little to take in all the creamy semen filling her up. It took him almost a minute to finish ejaculating. She gurgled every time his cock twitched with another spurt of cum.

It took both his hands pushing on the front of her head to extract his cock from her throat. She collapsed to her knees, retching cum and drool onto the ground. His own cock glistened with spit and cum. Korra sucked and licked it clean in a complete daze.

That was just the warmup. The show really got underway when he hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her into the air, balancing her thoroughly abused asshole over his cock, which looked too wide to fit and too long to be shoved inside her without doing some serious internal damage. His arms hooked around her armpits as well, holding her arms back, and his hands joined together behind her neck, seizing her hair and making her tilt her face up to the audience, completing the full nelson pose. 

“Oh, fuuuck,’ Korra whimpered in anticipation.

“You got it,” he answered, and dropped her asshole onto his cock.

Just the way her asshole squeezed his hard shaft due to sheer size constraints made her cum. He bounced her on his dick, making her tits jiggle and the head of his poke out her stomach, bulging her out. The sounds that came out of Korra’s mouth as she got buttfucked by a giant for the amusement of an audience were more comparable to cows in heat than anything that a human should have been capable of. He made her cum at will until he got bored of assfucking the famous whore. Then it was time for the coup de grace. 

With her ass fully impaled on his cock, the goon used his sausage-sized fingers to pull Korra’s eyelids wide and her lips open. Korra’s tongue was shoved out of her stretched-open mouth with each minor thrust and throb of his cock inside her guts. Harsh, repeated public assfuckings had taught Korra what to do next. She spoke her catchphrase to the crowd.

“I’m the Avatar, you gotta deal with it,” Korra squealed around the fingers in her mouth. A moment later, she felt his cock twitch inside her squelching butthole. His hot cum erupted inside her and exploded up her esophagus and out her mouth and nostrils, erupting onto her face and flapping tits, dripping to the floor.

Once he was finished turning the former Avatar into an erupting cum-tunnel, like a jizz fountain, she had to clean up her mess. First that meant sucking his cock, or horking on it anyway. It stretched out her throat and made her gag, and since she couldn’t mouth or cumbend anymore, all she did was retch cum against the blockade of his dick in her esophagus until he blasted down the wave of cum rising up from her gut with a fresh spray of his own. Then he pulled her upside down by the ankles and shook her until she puked the cum up from her ass and guts. He dropped her in it and left while the audience rushed the stage. 

Events and public shows aside, there were also the normal days when Amon fucked her mouth, pussy and asshole all day. Those weren’t so bad, except for the electrocution, and the way he kept testing bigger and bigger dildos on her butthole, and having to lick his boots clean, swallow his piss, and recite memorized speeches about her own worthlessness while he spat in her mouth. Honestly, he was the nicest guy she was seeing. There was even something romantic about the way he used clips to keep her eyelid pulled open so that he could ejaculate directly onto her pupils. 

But everything changed when the Asami nation attacked.  

It all started at one of the usual strip shows for Equalist VIPs. Korra was blindfolded and being facefucked when she felt a tongue licking her asshole.  The tongue was clearly skilled, and it made Korra cum a few times wriggling aroundi inside her butt and lapping at the rim while Korra sucked cock.

The tongue insisting licking her hole was so familiar that, ass wet cumshots hit her blindfold, Korra wondered if she had been licked by it before. She got her answer when her blindfold was lowered. She looked back and saw Asami working diligently at rimming her. A bridge landed on the dick of Korra’s nose a moment later, blinding her sight, but there was no mistaking the sight of Asami’s ass wriggling as she ate Korra’s.

“What are you doing here?” Korra asked.

She felt Asami’s tongue work around inside her before exiting so Asami could answer. “My dad got mad at me for seducing him by existing, so he sold me. I got passed around, and I ended up here.”

“Mm mm mm mm,” said Korra, who had a dick in her mouth. Asami’s tongue infiltrated her butt again. Korra moaned and felt her nipples ache while her mouth was used.

The buyers at the stripclub noticed how much the disgraced ex-Avatar was getting off. “I think this slut likes her new girlfriend,” snickered the man who was raping Korra’s talky-hole at the moment. Once he had filled Korra’s mouth with cum, they pulled Asami around to do cleanup. Korra’s mouth opened, and Asami diligently started scooping the cum out of Korra’s mouth with her tongue, digging around to fish it all out while Korra drooled.

They put on a show for the men. Korra was so excited to see Asami after all this time that she pushed the other girl down onto her back. Korra entered between Asami’s open legs, laying her naked body down on Asami’s. Her big brown fuckmelons bounced against Asami’s perky white tits while Korra’s hips started moving. Their wet cunts rubbed together, and both girls moaned. 

“Fuck me,” Korra gasped. She tangled her fingers in Asami’s hair.

“I am!” Asami moaned back.

The men stood around them in a circle whooping at the two teenaged sluts making out and tribbing on the floor. 

Fucking Asami was incredibly hot, but Korra needed to talk to her. In between wet, messy kisses, she tried to have a conversation. 

“Amon took over the city,” Korra said. “He even took away my bending.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Asami underneath her. Their nipples were rubbing together, making both girls whimper.

“We need to figure out a plan to rescue everyone.”

“Everyone seems pretty happy right now,” shuddered Asami.

Korra pulled Asami by her hair so she could lick and suck on the heiress’s throat. “I’m serious!”

“I’m cumming,” whimpered Asami. 

Asami’s orgasm was punctuated by a splash of cum hitting her face from above. The men watching the show around them were all jerking off, and the first one had busted right onto Asami’s O-face. Korra came on Asami’s quivering pussy just before a second guy busted right onto the back of her head. The girls made out while the men showered them with cum. Korra kept licking Asami’s face, trying to keep it clean, while Asami’s hands were a mess from all the semen they picked up rubbing along Korra’s back. 

Despite the bukkake shower, being with Asami after so long felt amazing. Just kissing her made Korra almost forget that she had been a powerless rapeslut for months.

The men were impressed with the eagerness of their two whores. But they also wanted to fuck. They set Korra and Asami up on their hands and knees face to face. Korra gazed into Asami’s bright green eyes and wanted to kiss her. A split second later, those bright green eyes bugged out. A man had penetrated Asami’s ass. He reached around and grabbed Korra’s ears and pulled her in to kiss Asami while he started to fuck her. It made for a bumpy make-out session, all the more so when another man stuck his cock up Korra’s ass a moment later.

A succession of hot cumloads filled Korra’s quivering asshole. It all passed in a haze while she munched Asami’s lips and explored her mouth with her tongue. She could have spent an eternity here. She could take the constant rape and endless abuse if she just got to spend it with Asami.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t in the works. Once the men had filled the pair of jiggling asses with their cum, they got bored. Different men came in and pulled Korra and Asami apart. The rest of the night was the usual blur of being fucked in every hole, shoved around, gangbanged and stepped on, figuratively and literally.

Fuck it, Korra thought while a cock hammered her used cunt. Her fists jerked a pair of dicks with what little energy she had. Did it really matter what she did? Without her bending, there was nothing she could do to fight back against Amon. Serving as a worthless rapewhore made people happy. And it meant she got dick all day. What was the point in fighting back?

The only reason Korra couldn’t take this lying down, except when she was made to take it lying down, was Asami. The men had been punishing her for being rich and beautiful all night. One guy had even bragged about how she refused to go out with him and now he was raping her. Korra was used to that kind of treatment. At least three different guys a day made her apologize for acting so great just because she was the Avatar. But Asami handled being gangbanged so badly that it almost made Korra think that the female body wasn’t meant to be shoved full of thirty different dicks in the course of a single hour. 

Korra watched a man shove Asami to the floor, step on her face to rub it in, and then haul her to her knees by her hair. He pointed the tip of his hard dick at her nostril and started stroking. A moment later, he came right up Asami’s nose. The poor girl bugged out. She fell back and started snorting, trying to clear her sinuses of cum. And instead of being able to help her, Korra’s view of the situation was blocked by a big dick and a pair of balls swinging for her face.

The night ended with both girls facedown in puddles of cum. Korra could barely move, but she dragged herself over to Asami’s limp form. The girl stank of alcohol as well as cum and sex. Some of the men must have poured their drinks on her. 

Korra kissed Asami’s mouth, then realized it was her forehead. There was so much cum pooling and oozing on Asami’s face that it was hard to tell. Korra wiped some of the sludge away with her hand so she could see Asami’s eyes.

“I’m going to figure this out,” she promised.

“There’s too much sperm in my stomach,” Asami coughed. 

“Your digestive system will adjust,” Korra said from experience. “But it won’t have to. I’m going to get my bending back and defeat Amon. Somehow.”

The answer came a few days later. Amon was raping the former Avatar’s ass as usual. Korra was attached to a rack, legs spread for her while her hands tugged on dildos filled with cum that had been scraped out of her cunt and asshole. When one sprayed her, it was replaced by a filled one.

Suddenly, as ropes of recycled jizz slimed her face, Korra felt at one with herself. Like a leaf carried by the wind, she understood that the dick in her butthole was just another part of the great pattern of life. 

Korra’s ass clenched. Amon groaned, and she felt his hot cum flood her butthole. Her strong buttocks kept clenching, squeezing his cock for everything it was worth. He came again under the intense stimulation.

“I can assbend!” Korra gasped in amazement. “I did it! I unlocked my buttbending powers!”

Amon’s hands clapped down harshly on Korra’s jiggling buttcheeks. “So the fuck what!” he shouted. “It’s still just getting raped in the ass! This whole premise is fucking retarded.”

He came inside her ass again. Cum and cock all flooded through Korra’s body. Her eyes started glowing white, but sort of a spooge-y color. Like her eyes were little glowing with jism. 

“I have sex super powers!” Korra shouted, and slammed Amon against the wall with her ass. She battered him around with her tits, then flew out of the room, sucking and fucking everyone she ran into along the way.

After tugging off all the Equalists in the building, Korra burst out into the street. She floated along, gathering up people in her wake into a single big fuckball Katamari of sex, cum, and confusion. Korra worked dozens of cocks and cunts at once, bringing hundreds of people to orgasm every minute.

The fuckball orgy went on for hours, then days and nights. Korra flew around in a sex-fueled rage, glowing cum from every pore. It didn’t stop until she had personally brought every single person in the city to orgasm.

Finally it was over. There was so much cum on Korra that she looked like a walking pile of goop. She looked like the Abominable Snowman after a visit to the glory hole. There was enough cum in her ears alone to impregnate a horse. 

“Hooray,” she said. “I saved the day.”

“You sure did,” said a voice. Korra turned around and saw Aang with a bulge in his pants. “Congratulations, Korra. You fucked everything forever. You have sex magic powers I guess.” 

“Hooray!”

“I’m going to fuck you in the butt now.”

He did.

———

“It’s over at last,” Tenzin said as he pushed the rest of his fist into Korra’s gaping butthole.

“It’s been so long,” Mako said as he fucked Korra’s throat. He and Bolin were sharing Korra’s mouth. One was fucking her airway, and the other stabbing his dick down her waterway.

Bolin slapped one of Korra’s melon-sized fuckpillows. “Literally years. Like what the fuck.”

Asami gave Korra’s clit another lick. “Still, we won! Let’s celebrate.”

“Gluck gluck gluck,” said Korra.

“I wonder what’s in store for us next,” Bolin said.

“Spirits and shit,” Tenzin said. “Season two. Shit gonna be wild.”

“Like crazy ass tentacles and shit?” Mako asked.

“Hell yeah dog.”

“Am I going to get ravaged by spirit tentacles and crazy thirty foot dicks made out of spirit energy too?” Asami asked.

“Uh, sure, whatever.”

“Won’t it take like a billion years for season 2 to get finished at this rate?” Bolin asked.

“Shut up and fuck her.”

They did.