Chapter 9 - Tarrlok's Gala

The next day the headline news was the Equalist revelation. Korra, after taking a long shower, tried to ignore it, but Amon was on the radio every day, hijacking pro bending reports to spread his sick ideology of sexual equality. Their numbers were growing every day, fueled by promises of equal access to sex. Now there were daily police reports of Equalists kidnapping benders, who would turn up later naked, thoroughly fucked, and unable to bend.

Korra shuddered as she listened to Amon rant about how all benders would be put to servicing Equalists once the revolution had happened.

“…and remember,” his ominous voice said, “Amon every week! Get it? You guys?”

The transmission cut out, resuming the normal broadcast.

“Man, he’s creepy,” Korra said.

“Tell me about it,” Mako said, flipping the newspaper. “By the way, I nearly got run over by this hot chick and now we’re dating. She’s a pretty good fuck for a nonbender. You could learn something from her, Korra.”

“I could use some lessons,” Korra admitted. “The last match went…kind of badly.”

“Oooh, looks like the Buzzard Wasps are sending out two players at once to face the Avatar in the first round,” the announcer said over the crowd’s cheers. “That’s a risky decision if they tire out and lose the last two rounds, but they must think the Avatar is an easy mark.” The crowd roared louder. “And it looks like they’re right so far as they swiftly take her from both ends! They are fucking the Avatar in her holes and, oh, I think she is—yes, she is cumming, folks, the Avatar is cumming from taking it from both sides. What a fucking whore! And yes, they are taking the opportunity to cum in her since she already came. Show the crowd the cum in your mouth, honey!”

Obediently, Korra stuck out her cum-covered tongue, humiliated before the entire audience until she was taken away for the start of the second round.

“Well, that happened,” Bolin said. “Fortunately we pulled it out at the end, no pun intended. What was up with your interview after the match?”

Korra frowned. The reporters had asked her if she had any intention to address the Equalists as the Avatar. She had mumbled an awkward non-answer and hurried away.

Later that day she was training her ass with Tenzin, as usual, and he was making her cum easily, as usual. Even just sliding his cock between her plump ass cheeks like a hot dog was enough to make her shake and moan, nearly losing her balance as she tried to get Tenzin’s cock in her ass. Tenzin finally came on her ass, shaking his head.

Dinner was interrupted by a knock on the door. Tenzin’s wife Pema opened it and greeted some guy named Tarrlok, who had a lame looking ponytail.

“Hello,” he said.

“Tarrlok, the other guy on the council who I don’t like very much,” Tenzin said. “What are you doing here?”

Tarrlok winked at Pema, who gave him the middle finger. He looked around the room until he spotted Korra. “I was hoping to speak to the Avatar. In private.”

“Sure, whatever,” Korra shrugged and followed him outside.

“It’s good to meet you, Avatar Korra,” he said, his eyes roaming over her body way too much. “I followed your pro bending matches with interest. You take cock like a champion. Tell me, have you been following the news much?”

“Sort of.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the revolutionary movement calling themselves the Equalists. They wish to overthrow our society and destroy bending. Naturally, as the Avatar, you must intend to fight them.”

“Uh…maybe…yeah….”

He looked at her seriously, only occasionally glancing at her impressive chest. “I am creating a task force to deal specially with this criminals and terrorists. They fuck women in the streets! This cannot go on.”

Korra remembered her first day in Republic City. “Normal crooks do that too.”

“The Equalists are a greater threat, and they must be addressed now.” He stepped closer to her. “I’d be honored if you would join my task force and help us fight the Equalist threat.”

“Um…I don’t know about fighting right now….”

“Oh, you wouldn’t fight,” Tarrlok chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’d have to be incredible irresponsible to let a teenager girl fight as a task force member!” His hand ran down her should and brushed the side of her breast. “No, I was thinking of something more…symbolic. Like a figurehead, or a mascot.”

“A mascot?”

His hands held her hips and drew her to him. “Sure, a pretty girl to smile and say the right things, standing next to me, of course. Not actually very useful at doing anything, but who cares?” His eyes feasted on her bulging breasts again. “I’m a very powerful man. Perhaps we can find a way to put these…assets to use.”

“Uh, how about no.” Korra wormed out of his grip. “I’m going to master assbending and win the pro bending tournament. I don’t have time for task forces.”

If Tarrlok was bothered by this, he didn’t show it. He swept a bow and said, “I hope I can change your mind. Goodbye, Avatar.”

Korra watched him go. “Slimy prick.”

The next day at practice Toza greeted them with an unhappy expression. “The council canceled the pro bending tournament,” he said. “That fucker Amon made a threat over the radio.”

“Screw that,” Korra said. “Let’s go talk to them.”

She hurried along with Mako and Bolin to the council meeting. Tenzin looked annoyed to see Korra interrupt, whereas Tarrlok merely smirked.

“Hey!” she said. “The pro bending tournament has got to go on. You can’t, uh, let Equalists just, you know, push people around or whatever.”

“A rousing speech, but our decision is made,” Tarrlok said. “As long as the task force is still working to defeat the Equalist threat, the tournament cannot be held. However, if you’d like to…discuss matters, I’m sure we can work out a deal.”

“Korra, go work on your assbending,” Tenzin said.

“Just a minute, Tenzin,” Tarrlok said. “I think the Avatar has something to say.”

“I’ll find out what he wants,” Korra said to Mako and Bolin. She followed Tarrlok into his office.

“Come here, Avatar,” Tarrlok said, walking around behind his desk. Korra stood in front of it, suddenly nervous. 

“What do you want, Tarrlok?”

“Avatar Korra, please, what could I possibly want from you?” His eyes ran over her body, lingering on her plump boobs and wide hips. “I only want what is best for the city.”

“Get real, Tarrlok.”

“My offer to join my task force still stands.”

“I’m not going to be your mascot.”

He raised one eyebrow. “No? Perhaps we can find something more suitable for someone of your nature.” Without warning he reached out and seized her breasts, pulling her sharply forward onto the table. Korra cried out as she hit the wood, bent over at the waist. He kept a hand on her head, pinning her down as he walked around the desk and stood behind her. One hand trailed down her back, keeping his weight on her while the other pulled her hips up towards him. She bit her lip as she felt his hard cock pressed against her crotch.

“Instead of my mascot, you’ll be my puppet,” he said, squeezing her ass suddenly. “But instead of sticking my hand up you, I think I’ll use my cock.”

Korra tensed, but just then the door banged open. Tarrlok jumped away and glared at Chief Beifong, who gave Korra a sardonic look. “Really?” the chief of police said. “You really are a slut.”

“Screw you, he was the one doing everything,” Korra said, straightening herself up. “How’d you like being gang fucked in prison, bitch?”

“Uh, what?” Tarrlok said.

Beifong turned to Tarrlok. “Anyway, Tarrlok, I’m here to tell you that I’m willing to personally vouchsafe the security at the pro bending tournament.”

“You?” Korra said incredulously.

“Lin has perverted tastes,” Tarrlok said while Beifong steamed. “Anyway, Lin, I’m afraid I must refuse as long as Amon is not in jail.”

“I’ll get the others to vote against you.”

“I’ll fuck you in the ass.”

Beifong shrugged. “I’ll leave you and the Avatar alone now.”

“No, no!” Korra hurried out after her. “Thanks for bailing me out back there,” she said.

“Don’t talk to me.”

When the council voted again, the tournament was allowed to continue. But there was a catch.

“What the hell?” Toza shouted. “We need to pay an entrance fee?”

“It’s to fund a bonus prize pot, apparently,” Mako shrugged. 

“It’s one of Tarrlok’s plans to get me on his task force,” Korra said.

“Probably.”

Tarrlok’s attempts to change her mind grew more and more blatant every day. He had an aide bring presents to her that were increasingly gaudy: flowers, then racy magazines, then porny magazines, then actual sex toys: dildos, dildos with her name on it, dildos with his name on it, things like handcuffs and blindfolds, ball and ring gags, and even a collar that read “Tarrlok’s Pet.”

The next day when the aide came by, Korra glared at her. “What’s it this time, a whip?”

“Actually, it’s an invitation.” The aide handed her a letter. “Tarrlok is holding a gala in your honor.”

“Whoa, really? I have to go to that.”

“Tarrlok included instructions for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, he wants you to bring the dildo with his name on it.”

Korra shrugged. “Sure, whatever. I guess he wants it back, huh?”

Korra asked Mako to go with her, but he said he already had a date and was invited somehow, so she asked Bolin instead. He asked her if she had asked Mako first, and when she said she had, he spent the whole night ejaculating in and on her before he decided to say no.

So Korra stood awkwardly in her blue dress at the gala, the dildo with Tarrlok’s name written on it hidden inside, feeling a little out of place among the high society people. Finally she saw Mako walking arm in arm with a beautiful black-haired girl in a tight red dress.

“Mako!” Korra said, rushing over to him. “Hey, you made it.”

“Yeah.”

Korra looked at the raven-haired beauty. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, uh, she’s Asami. Her dad’s rich, she might sponsor us.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m the Avatar,” Korra shook her hand. “Is this why you haven’t been fucking me as much?” she said to Mako.

“Yeah,” Mako said. Asami looked at him suspiciously, then smiled at Korra. 

“I’m so pleased to meet you,” she said. “We really need the Avatar here now. Those Equalists are terrible! Anyway, you should come visit with Mako sometime. My father is interested in sponsoring your team!”

Korra was momentarily transfixed seeing her red lips move open and closed. “Uh, yeah…thanks, that’d be great. Speaking of which, I should probably go find Tarrlok.”

She waved goodbye and walked away. Tarrlok spotted her boobs and called her over. “Avatar Korra, so good to see you.” He leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Did you do as I said?”

“I have the dildo,” Korra whispered back.

“With my name on it?”

“With your name on it.”

“Good.” Tarrlok straightened up and put a hand around her waist. “Come with me, we need to prepare for your interview.”

“Interview?” Korra said as he steered her toward a side room.

“Many reporters wish to hear the Avatar’s thoughts on the Equalist menace.”

“Oh, uh…great….”

The instant they were alone Tarrlok pushed her against a wall and hiked up her dress. She slapped at him, but he grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head while his other hand plunged inside her panties, rubbing up and down. In no time she was wet and gasping.

“You like this treatment,” he observed, watching her face flush as he pushed a finger inside her. “Luckily, that’s not a question they’ll ask you. Probably.”

“W-What do you want?” Korra panted.

“Just to help you practice,” he said, inserting another finger, earning a predictable spasm from the dressed-up slut. “If they ask whether you plan to join the task force, what do you say?”

“N-nyaaahhh!” Korra stifle a squeal as he flicked her clit.

“What was that, bitch?”

Korra’s face reddened and she looked away. To her horror and embarrassment she realized her legs were spreading of their own accord, her hips lowering onto Tarrlok’s fingers. “S-Stop!”

“Seems like you want me to keep going.”

Actually, she really wanted him to suck on her painfully hard nipples, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. She closed her eyes and let her hips rock as he finger fucked her. Just as she was nearing an orgasm, he withdrew, wiping his sticky fingers on her dress and retrieving the dildo as well.

Still pinned against the wall, Korra sighed a little at the sight of the dildo, her knees going weak and wobbly.

“Know what this is?” he said.

“Yes.”

He held it up so she could see what was written on it. “What does it say?”

“It says Tarrlok.”

“You’re so smart. Tarrlok is going inside you.”

Korra gasped and prepared herself, but instead he tapped it on her mouth. “Ding-dong, open up.”

Korra obediently opened her mouth. The instant Tarrlok slid the dildo across her bottom lip onto her tongue she wanted to cum from the sheer humiliation. Face burning, she sucked the dildo in deeply, smearing it with her throat drool. Tarrlok pulled it out, pleased, and shoved it up her pussy. Korra gasped, but he didn’t fuck her. 

“This stays in until you’ve finished talking to the reporters,” he said, letting her go.

Korra sagged against the wall, immediately reaching for her crotch. Tarrlok grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “Ah ah, don’t misbehave. Not until later.”

Korra whimpered but obeyed. Straightening up and doing her best to gather herself, she followed Tarrlok to room with the reporters and the gala attendees all watching. She tried to ignore the warm fluid from her pussy trickling down her legs.

Tarrlok stood her in front of a wooden podium with a microphone and stood next to her. Korra winched and blinked at the flash of cameras.

“Avatar Korra,” the first reporter said, “what are your thoughts about Republic City? Why did you come here?”

Korra squeezed the dildo inside more out of nervousness than arousal. “Uh, well, I wanted to complete my training.” Why was Tarrlok’s hand brushing her leg? “Republic City is great so far, I feel really welcome here.” Now it was inside her dress. “I really have no—” she gasped sharply as he took hold of the dildo between her legs and slowly slid it down.

“Avatar Korra?” the reporter said. “You were saying?”

“Oh, uh, I-I really have no complaints.” She shifted awkwardly as Tarrlok began to slide the dildo back up, fucking her far too slowly to do anything but tease. She could feel herself dripping down there, too horny from earlier to resist.

Another reporter raised his hand. “Avatar Korra, you joined a pro bending team! Why?”

“Uh, uh, to help with my training,” she gasped. She changed her position, leaning on the podium, which blocked sight of her rising hips that allowed Tarrlok better access to her drooling pussy. “I’ve rarely l-learned a l-l-lot from my teammates.” He was going a little faster now, fucking her at a steady rhythm and gradually driving it deeper with each torturous stroke. 

“Are there any particular moments from your matches that stand out to you?”

Korra struggled to keep from leaning her head on the podium. “Uh, g-getting double-teamed was pretty hot!”

There was a lot of muttering and more flashes went off. Korra could only imagine how that sounded, but her mind was full of sex and nothing else.

“What about your time in Republic City?” another reporter said. “Did anything noteworthy happen?”

Don’t say gang banged by sailors, don’t say gang-banged by sailors. “I w-was gang-banged by sailors on the way here!” Korra moaned. She was rocking her hips now, thrusting back with every push of Tarrlok’s dildo. “I t-t-teased them and then they FUCKED me oh yes.” She gasped, cut off for a moment, unable to breathe as Tarrlok stirred her to an orgasm. “They fucked me from both ends, using every part of me, treating me like a whorrrre! Like a useless cum dump, and when they were done filling me with their semen they threw me overboard!” She was about to cum, bouncing shamelessly against Tarrlok’s pressure, until suddenly he stopped and even pushed down on her hips, forcing her to stand upright.

She looked at him in shock and disappointment. He motioned at the reporters and raised an eyebrow. Korra tried to get in control of herself. “N-Next question please.

They asked several more questions. Korra tried to think of good answers, but Tarrlok simply fucked them out of her. She ended up telling the reporters about being raped by the Triple Threat Triad and in prison, and how Mako and Bolin used her and how hard it made her cum. She even invented a few stories about being fucked and used for her holes and nothing else as Tarrlok brought her to the brink of orgasm, then left her hanging once again.

Finally, as he was rhythmically pounding pleasure into her once more, a reporter asked the question she had been dreading: “What do you think about the Equalists? Do you have any plans to stop them?”

“T-They’re bad,” Korra whimpered, bending over again to let Tarrlok fuck her with his dildo. “B-But no p-plans right now!”

“What about Tarrlok’s task force? Weren’t you invited to join?”

“N-Not really—AHHH!” She cried out as Tarrlok shoved the dildo deep inside her and held it there. “Ah—ah…yes, he invited me!” 

“Did you decline?”

“AHH! N-No, I didn’t decline!”

“What is your decision then? Will you help the city fight the Equalists or not?”

Tarrlok pounded her furiously, bringing the early stages of a huge, earth-shaking orgasm tingling inside her. For a moment she couldn’t answer, bending over the podium like it was a bar table. Tarrlok’s dildo was fucking her, and she just wanted to cum. “Yes, I’ll join his task force! I’ll be his mascot! AHHH—huh?” 

She looked wildly at Tarrlok, who smirked at her. He had taken the dildo out.

“Thank you everyone, the press conference is over,” he said, pushing the weak-kneed Korra aside. She wobbled for balance, flustered and utterly desperate to cum.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Did you want me to keep going?”

“N…well…why’d you stop?!”

He chuckled and pinched her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “The dildo is yours as a keepsake. Next time we’ll have to use the collar.”

“Screw you.”

“You wish. Maybe some other time. Now get out of my house.”