Chapter 2 - New Sensations

Korra sniffed. The city was a jarring cacophony of alien sensations, but she recognized that smell anywhere. Meat. Korra had been used hard on the ship, and even the Avatar needed to fill her stomach with something other than semen.

She jogged over to the lady behind the meat stand. “One food, please.”

The woman glared at her. “That’s two yuans.”

Korra frowned. Money. “I’ll eat you out for the food?”

The woman colored. “Get out of here!”

Korra grumbled and groused as she kicked her way toward what appeared to be a park. She sat down by the pond and tried to ignore her rumbling stomach.

“You seem hungry, miss.”

Korra jumped, startled. A man appeared out of a nearby bush. His hair was as wild as his face, and his clothes were torn and dirty.

“No one will sell me any meat if I don’t have any money,” Korra complained. “Even though I offered to eat her out.”

The man frowned. “Now that ain’t right.” He dug around inside his pocket. “I scrounged up a couple of yuans myself hoping to get some grub, but you can earn ‘em from me if you want.”

Korra brightened up. “Really? How?”

He finished undoing his trousers. “I’m all backed up and have been for some time. Been much too long since I’ve had any help. I don’t suppose you could assist me?”

Korra shrugged. “Sure, I’m a master cumbender.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He motioned her over. Korra crawled to him and tugged his trousers down around his knees. The hair around his dick was thick and tangled, and his actual cock smelled like it hadn’t been washed in days, which it probably hadn’t been.

“I’m not sucking that,” Korra said. The man shrugged. She wrapped her fingers around the semi-stiff shaft and gave it a few tugs. It was greasy and rough, but it hardened quickly in her hands.

“Now that’s something,” the man said.

“I’ll say.” Korra turned her nose away and kept stroking him. It wasn’t long before his cock was stiff as a board and leaking precum that gathered around her fingers, making the rubbing motion slick and wet. His gasps at the slickness of her hand filled the air. His stench grew stronger with his pleasure. Korra pinched her nose shut with her free hand.

“Now don’t be like that,” he said. His voice was strained from her efforts. He peeled her hand away from her nose and pressed something thin and papery into her hand. “Hold this up by your face.”

Korra rolled her eyes and complied. Men had all kinds of weird fetishes. She held the paper rectangle by her face, and not a moment too soon. His balls clenched, and she could feel the cum being pushed through his shaft that was, she realized a moment too late, pointed directly at her face.

His ugly dick jerked twice. Korra felt the first load splatter over her face. The nauseating smell grew even stronger. It must’ve been dried cum that made his dick smell so bad. The second spurt of cum landed with a patting sound on the paper rectangle.

He groaned as she continued to squeeze out the rest of his cum, which dribbled down her fingers and onto her hand. “Thanks very much, miss.”

Korra grimaced. “So where’s my money?” She withdrew her hand and winced at the strong smell of his terrible cum.

He grinned. “You’re already holding it.” He pointed at the cum-soaked paper in her hand.

“Gross!” Korra shouted, flinging the paper aside. “It smells terrible!”

He shrugged. “It’s all I got. Take it or leave it.”

Korra considered spending the rest of the day on an empty stomach. She sighed and picked up the money, holding it by a relatively dry corner.

“Sluts can’t be choosers, I’m afraid,” the man said. “That’s a proverb, I think.”

Korra washed her cum-stained hand and face off in the pool of water. She glared at him, still dripping wet. “I’m the Avatar.”

He shrugged. “The hand job was mediocre.”

“Hey!” a voice yelled. Korra turned to see a man in a blue uniform pointing at her. He blew a whistle. “No hand jobs in the park!”

“I didn’t know!” Korra hastily dried her hands off on her pants. “I needed money.”

“I’d skedaddle if I were you,” the smelly old man said. He jumped into a bush and disappeared.

Korra took his cue and ran off through the park, dodging behind trees and dashing over bridges. The policeman was fat and out of shape. She lost him before long.

Korra slowed to a walk. She was in a new part of town now, and the chase through the park only made her hungrier. Noise coming from one of the alleys attracted her attention. Maybe someone had something she could eat.

But the scene that greeted her was anything but pleasant. A man cowered on his knees in front of a shop before three big guys in fancy looking jackets.

“Please, I’ll come up with the money,” the man on his knees said. “I just need another week.”

“Your time’s up, old man,” one of the jacketed men said. This one wore a hat.

“Our boss is displeased with your lateness,” another said. He was larger than the other two and darker skinned.

The third, who had a gaudy ring on his finger, kicked the cowering man in the ribs. The shopkeeper grunted with pain and fell to the floor. “And he expresses that displeasure through us.”

Korra stepped out into the alley. “Okay, that’s enough. Leave this man alone.”

They eyed her strange blue clothes and ponytail. Then as one they laughed. “You’re not from around here, are you?” Hat Guy sneered. “We’re the Triple Threat Triad. No one messes with us.”

Korra smirked. “I’m the Avatar. No one messes with me.”

They stared at her. “Group huddle!” one said. They turned around and formed a circle. Korra couldn’t hear what they were whispering. She tapped her feet on the ground impatiently. “What’s taking so long, boys? Mommy isn’t here to help you.”

“Break huddle!” They spread apart, looking confident. “Here’s the deal, girlie,” Hat Guy said. “We don’t think you are the Avatar. You’re free to prove us wrong, but until then, we’re going to keep doing our jobs, lady.” To illustrate his point, he gave the shopkeeper another kick. The poor man groaned and curled into a ball.

“I said stop!” Korra shouted. She charged Hat Guy and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled back, but before Korra could follow up the other two grabbed her arms and forced her knees. She struggled to pull free as Hat Guy approached, rubbing his jaw.

“Let me go!” she grunted.

He raised his hand. She flinched, but he only pinched her cheek. “You’re the Avatar, hm? That means you can take it in all three holes. Well, we’re the Triple Threat Triad, get it?”

Korra grinned. “Think you can take me?” He answered by pulling out a knife. Big Guy held her wrists above her head with one hand. Korra tried to lean away, but Hat Guy slid his knife underneath her shirt and drew a line straight to the collar. Her round, dark breasts spilled out of the ruined shirt. He grabbed her nipples and squeezed cruelly.

Korra winced. “Never touched a tit before?”

He frowned at her. “Let’s give the Avatar the old Republic City welcome, boys.” The other two thugs dropped their pants. Their hard, annoying dicks sprang out. Before long they were rubbing the tips all over her face. When Hat Guy’s came near her mouth she snapped at it.

“Whoa there!” He pulled back. “That’s not nice at all.”

“Think we need to make her docile first,” Big Guy said. He lifted her up effortlessly, still holding her wrists together. Ring Guy pulled her pants down around her ankles, exposing her pussy to the cold air.

“It’s not cold,” Hat Guy crowed. “She’s just wet!” Korra jerked, but she couldn’t pull away from Big Guy. She shut her eyes when Hat Guy put his hands on her hips and opened them again when he lined his hard cock up against the nub of her clit.

Her attention was distracted as Ring Guy and Big Guy began their assault. Big Guy ran his free hand up her thigh and across her stomach, even massaging her arm. Ring Guy focused on her breasts, pinching and flicking her stiffening nipples.

Hat Guy braced himself. He looked the Avatar dead in the eye and ran the length of his hardness across the surface of the Avatar’s slick pussy. She jerked like a shock ran through her, but she glared as if to say, “That all you got?” So he obliged her by running his cock over her slit and nub over and over while his friends lavished attention on every other sensitive part of her. Before long her eyes were closed, her face contorted and her mouth open. Soft little moans escaped her, as did quite a lot of fluid between her legs.

“Having fun?” Hat Guy smirked. “I would have thought the Avatar was tougher than this.”

She opened an eye and glared at him. “This is nothaaaah!” She leaned her head back and shut her eyes again. Ring Guy and Big Guy were each sucking on one of her nipples, and it was clearly having an effect. Hat Guy pulled her hips against his. Yep—she started grinding against him like a sex toy, rubbing her mound furiously against his shaft. Hat Guy was only too happy to rub his shaft over her warm sex.

As the Avatar’s pathetic thrusts only increased in their intensity and duration, she pulled her head forward and managed to open her eyes part of the way. But she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at the head of his cock as it thrust up along her crotch. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted her to understand just how their relationship was going to work.

He ran his hands along her thighs but stopped thrusting. She whimpered and tried to push against his cock, but he pushed her hips back. “You’re really the Avatar?”

“Yeah,” she managed.

“Name?”

“K-Korra.” She pushed again, but he held her firm.

“And we’re the big bad Triple Threat Triad who beat up shopkeepers and rape women in broad daylight. Don’t you want to stop us?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Korra gasped.

“I know.” He thrust again. With her passage lubricated by his precum and her juices, it was slick and easy as his shaft ran across her slit. Big Guy and Ring Guy were all over her, pinching her tits, kissing her neck and arms, overwhelming her with touch and attention and their own body heat.

“Put it in me!” she panted. “Put it in me!” Her flushed, desperate face was adorable, but he ignored her and kept thrusting. Ring Guy squeezed her painfully hard nipples mercilessly. A heavy feeling collected in Hat Guy’s balls. He was close.

“Put it—“ she cut off. “Put it—aahh! Put aaaaaaaah!” She threw back her head and screamed. She shuddered, her legs twitching, her hips jerking helplessly against his shaft. He pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed furiously, stimulating her to further convulsions. A long, low moan escaped her lips.

“Well done, gentlemen,” Hat Guy said. “I do believe she just came.”

Korra’s chest heaved as she caught her breath. “Should’ve put it in me,” she muttered.

He thrust again, inspiring a cry from her and an orgasm from himself. He ejaculated over her belly, shooting a line of sticky cum that landed in between her breasts. The white semen looked good on her dark skin. He spurted again, shooting out more onto her stomach.

“Don’t tell me where to stick my dick,” he said.

***

Korra rocked back and forth between Ring Guy at one end and Big Guy at the other. Naked as the day she was born, her heavy breasts hang like water balloons, still bearing Hat Guy’s dried cum. He watched from a few feet away, enjoying the show.

The Avatar had turned docile indeed. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth, leaking saliva as Ring Guy’s balls smacked against it. At her other end Big Guy’s enormous member sawed in and out of her. She let out strange slobbering noises every time he rammed into her. Maybe she was trying to say something, but the dick in her throat made that difficult.

Ring Guy grabbed her hair and hilted in her mouth, clearly enjoying himself. “The Avatar is one hell of a fuck.”

“I didn’t believe she was the Avatar,” Big Guy said. “But there’s no doubting it.” He slapped her on the ass hard.

Korra’s eyes shot open. “MMGH!”

Big Guy chuckled. “I think she likes it.” He reached around her leg and began rubbing her clit expertly. “Let’s make this bitch cum. I want to feel her get real tight around me.”

Ring Guy was only too happy to help. Keeping his cock pressed deep down her throat, he reached down and grasped her nipples, kneading them between his fingers. Her reaction was immediate. She flushed, her eyes rolling back into her head from the combination of the pleasure and a lack of oxygen. Her arms and legs went limp, and while Big Guy held her up, it seemed to Hat Guy that she was supported more by their cocks than anything.

“Fuck, she’s getting really tight,” Big Guy grunted. “I’m about to explode.”

“Yeah,” Ring Guy gasped, slapping his balls against her outstretched tongue, “She’s really tight.”

“So nut in her and let’s go,” Hat Guy said. “She’ll make a great slave.”

“I’m about to,” Ring Guy said. To his surprise, Korra wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in.

“That’s it,” Big Guy said. “I’m going to cum!” He reared back, raised his hand, and slammed his cock into the Avatar as he brought the palm of his hand down hard on her ass. He began to shoot as she tightened up amazingly, milking the cum out of him in a way he had never felt before.

At the same time, the force of his attack pushed Korra forward with a pained grunt. The incredible vibrations of her throat stimulated Ring Guy’s orgasm. He groaned loudly as he fired load after sticky load down her throat and into her stomach.

“Well done,” Hat Guy chuckled. “Now let’s get her out of here.”

“Uh,” Big Guy said as he stared to thrust again. “I can’t pull out.”

“Me neither,” Ring Guy said, sounding panicked.

Hat Guy raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Can’t pull out!” Big Guy screamed. He shot his head back and shook as she milked another orgasm out of him. Two seconds later, Ring Guy shot again as well.

“Just pull out of her!” Hat Guy snapped.

“She’s too tight!” Big Guy said. “I can’t!”

“It feels too good,” Ring Guy added. “She’s keeping me hard somehow!”

Hat Guy narrowed his eyes. It almost looked like the corners of the Avatar’s lips were turned up in a smile.

Three balls-draining orgasms later, Big Guy and Ring Guy finally managed to pull out of her holes. They collapsed backwards, clearly spent.

Korra stood. Cum dripped out of her cunt and down her legs. She burped and patted her chest. “Excuse me.”

She turned and noticed Hat Guy. Grinning, she sashayed toward him. Her ponytail had come undone, and her hair swayed along with her ponderous breasts as she backed him against the wall. Panicked, he threw a wild punch. She dodged and countered, sending him sprawling on the ground.

“Not so tough now, huh?” she smirked. “I can fake an orgasm, you know. Bet you wish you hadn’t messed with that shopkeeper or the Avatar.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. He nearly screamed as she bent over and ripped his pants down. She barely needed to rub his cock with her foot for it to harden, and he hated it for its betrayal.

“Now,” Korra said as she crouched over him, “I’m going to make this fun for the both of us.” She sank down onto his cock. He groaned with pleasure and turned his head to the side, where he saw her discarded blue tank top. A plan began to form. She was the Avatar, and could bend all her holes. But had she mastered assbending? Only one way to find out.

“Turn around,” he gasped. “Want to see your amazing ass.”

She slapped him across the face. “Don’t tell me what to do, sweetie. But if it’s what you like.” She simpered at him and twisted on his dick, eliciting a cry from him. Now riding reverse, she looked back at him as he grabbed her ruined shirt. “I hate when people mess with my clothes.”

He didn’t answer, just grabbed her wrists and tugged them behind her back. “Bondage?” she said, unconcerned. “I don’t need my arms to beat you at this point, so if it makes you cum harder, go for it.”

He did, binding her arms behind her back with her own shirt. It would buy him time, but he still would have only one shot at this. Her cunt was leaking fluids down his shaft, so he gathered it up with his index finger, lubing it as much as possible.

Only one shot. As she sank down on him, her ass flared, exposing for the briefest instant the tiny pink hole he was looking for. He waited through several more painful rounds, fighting to concentrate through the pleasure. Finally, when he thought he had the timing down, he thrust his index finger forward and into her asshole with one smooth motion.

Success. She screamed. “What are you doing?”

“Pushing a finger up your ass,” he answered, worming the digit further in.

She stopped bouncing, but she squeezed him so tight he nearly came right there. “Pull it out!” she cried. “I’ve never had anything in there before!”

“There’s a first time for everything,” he answered. She tried to pull off him, but he simply wiggled and pushed his finger around inside her. Instead of pulling off she doubled over, moaning. He didn’t even have to hold her down.

With his free hand he smacked her ass. “Bounce, bitch.” After a moment she did with a humiliated groan. Hat Guy was in heaven. Not only was she an amazing ride, but she squeezed him so tightly every time his finger twitched inside of her that he almost thought she liked being raped in the ass.

“Isn’t this funny?” He laughed, knowing how much she hated it. “I tried to rape you, you tried to rape me, and now I am raping you. What does that say about the difference between us?”

“Fuck you!” she grunted. He rubbed her inner walls with his finger and she let out a low moan.

“You make the cutest sounds,” he said. “I think you like being my butt whore.”

“Fuck you!”

“I own this ass. You know that, right?”

“Fuuuuuck!”

“Did you mean ‘fuck you?’”

“Y-you!” Korra gasped. “Fuck…fuuuck!” She bounced wildly on his stiff, tighter than any whore he had ever fucked, including Ring Guy’s sister. “Fuck me!”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Hat Guy said. He pushed his index finger in up to the knuckle. It was kind of uncomfortable, but it elicited a long cry from Korra. She oozed fluids like a faucet from her cunt. She was going to cum soon, and so was he.

Sirens filled the air. “Fuck!” Hat Guy said. But he was too close. He couldn’t make himself pull out at any cost.

“Fuck!” Korra said. She was about to cum. Her matted hair stuck to her sweaty back. She rode him so hard her breasts made audible sounds as they slapped against her chest. The combination of a cock stirring up her pussy and a finger in her asshole sending incredible sensations throughout her entire body.

Black armor filled her vision. “Halt! We’re the police!”

“I’m cumming!” Korra screamed. The twin sensations in her two bottom holes drove her over the edge, sending an orgasm ripping her through. She threw back her head as she felt Hat Guy’s hot cum pump into her, triggering a second orgasm. When his finger finally withdrew from her asshole, she shuddered and moaned as an electric feeling filled her.

“What the hell?” one of the policemen said.

Korra pulled up off of Hat Guy’s softening cock with an audible squelch. She took one step forward on shaky legs and collapsed to her knees at the feet of one of the policemen.

“Who’re you?” he demanded.

“I’m the Avatar,” Korra said in a barely audible, well-fucked voice, “And I caught the bad guys for you, officer.”