Chapter 8 - A Taste of Equality

Korra had started going over to Mako and Bolin’s place after practice to suck and fuck them on their stained couch. They enjoyed her body and filled their teammate with cum while they relaxed and talked about upcoming bending matches. One day, though, Bolin didn’t show up to practice, and after Mako ejaculated onto Korra's face while he relaxed on his bed, he said, “You know, I think Bolin might be missing.”

Korra washed herself off, and they got dressed and headed out. Mako asked around for information, finding Korra a useful partner for getting people to talk.

“Seems like he’s been kidnapped,” Mako said while Korra tried to wipe cum off her shirt.

“But how do we find him?” Korra said.

***

“So he’s been taken by some people calling themselves the Equalists,” Mako said as Korra coughed a load of cum onto the ground. “Where’s the rally?”

***

“So at the abandoned factory, and we need an invitation to get in,” Mako said as Korra lay on her back, chest heaving as cum trickled from her lips onto her cheeks and chin. “But how do we get an invitation?”

“Fuck you,” Korra said.

***

“Finally we can go rescue Bolin,” Mako said while Korra pulled up her panties, her face red. He had her “buy” clothes that would let them fit in with the Equalists, reasoning that it wouldn’t matter if her current ones got dirty. When she was finished, she had a jacket and red scarf on, and a cute round hat, and was thoroughly peeved.

 They walked together, Korra in stony silence, until they reached the place of the Equalist rally. Korra was relieved not to have to suck any cock as Mako handed their invitations to the door guard, a burly guy who gave them a suspicious look as they went inside.

It was noisy and crowded, but everyone suddenly went silent. A tall, hooded man in a mask with a big red circle walked to the stage.

“Welcome, fellow Equalists,” he said. “As you know, I am Amon, your leader. Does anyone know my favorite day? It’s Amonday.”

Silence.

“Amonday. You know what, it’s probably too intellectual. Anyway, thank you all for coming. Today I have a special surprise for all of you.” He snapped his fingers, and a group of people were brought out on stage, including Bolin, all tied up. Amon pointed to a gray-haired man. “This is Lightning Bolt Zolt, known as such for his wiener, which looks kind of like a lightning bolt. Hey, don’t ask me, I didn’t come up with this stuff. Anyway, all these people are benders.” The crowd booed until Amon held up his hands. “Yes, benders are dickheads. But they will dick us no longer.

“For years benders pushed us around with their ability to have functioning sexual relationships. I say that if we can’t fuck like normal people, then no one can. We’ll take their bending away, and then everyone will be equal in bed. Now check this shit out.” He went over to Zolt and put his hand on his forehead. After a moment, he withdrew it. “Now he can’t bend. Just…take my word for it. One of you can have sex with him I guess. Now to do the rest of you!”

“Oh no, he can take people’s bending away!” Korra said. “That’s bad!”

“We have to rescue Bolin,” Mako said. “We need a distraction. Try to sneak around back and create a diversion. While they’re busy, I’ll grab Bolin.”

“Wait, busy? How am I supposed to distract them?”

“Just…do your thing. Go!”

Grumbling, Korra pushed through the crowd around to the back side of the building. She was creeping nearer the stage through an area full of pipes and steam when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around and saw the door guard carrying a big wrench.

“Hey, what’re you doing back here?” he demanded. 

“Uh…looking for the bathroom?” she said.

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Hey, wait a second! There’s no bathroom here!”

Korra tried to run, but he grabbed her by her jacket and swung her in a circle to the floor. She crashed hard on the metal floor. Wincing, she scrambled to get away, but he caught her by the leg and pulled her back. Her fingers scrabbled on the floor uselessly against his strength until he was holding her upside-down by one leg.

“Wait!” she said nervously, looking up at him. He was too far away to grab. Her hat had fallen off, and she had to sway to keep her scarf out of her face. “I just got lost, I swear.”

“Yeah, right. I’ll have to question you.”

“Uhhh….”

Korra was helpless to resist against his size as he tied her wrists together behind her back with her scarf. He undid her jacket and put his hands under her shirt. She squirmed as he felt her over.

“I have to make sure you’re not trying to sneak anything in,” he said. His hands wormed their way into her pants. “Anything in here?” He squeezed her butt. 

“L-Lay off,” Korra said, not looking at him. He squeezed her butt a few more times, then pulled her close to him, squashing her breasts against him. She bit her lip as he forced his fingers inside her.

He fingered her for a while, enjoying her changing expression. “You don’t seem to be smuggling anything except maybe a slutty body inside those clothes.”

Korra’s mouth opened. Her weight rested against him as she trembled and shook while he worked her. There were worse ways she could imagine spending the next few minutes than getting felt up by this guy, but she had to save Bolin.

She let out a girlish whimper and looked up at him. “If I blow you, will you let me go?”

“You’re a mouth bender? I knew you were a fucking spy.” He took his hands out of her pants and undid his. “Get to work, honey.”

Korra lowered into a squatting position until she was eye-level with his hardening cock. Sticking her tongue out, she touched the underside of his cock and drew it into her mouth. His cock was bulbous and salty in her mouth. She was going to give him the orgasm of a lifetime. He’d be so complacent afterward he’d just let her go.

She was just about to draw him in further when she felt hands gripping her hair and pulling her forward. Eyes wide, it was all Korra could do just to balance on her heels as he plunged his thick cock into her mouth.

“Damn, you are a mouthbender,” he said as Korra struggled not to gag. He pounded her back and forth until his cock was slick with her throat-juice. Then he hilted in her, groaning, his balls slapping wetly against her chin and her nose buried in his pubes. He held her there for a moment, her eyes bulging pathetically, then happily resumed fucking her face.

“Dumb bender bitch, thought you could have some fun sneaking into an Equalist rally,” he said, taking hold of her head and forcing it to tilt left and right as he plunged inside her. Korra glurked in response.

“Willing to talk yet?” he said as he choked her with his cock. “Just speak up when you want me to stop.”

“Gggk!”

“I guess you’re enjoying it. Fine, have it your way.”

The facefucking continued until Korra’s drool spilled from her chin and her nipples strained hard against her shirt with unwanted arousal. Finally his cock pulsed and fired strings of hot cum into her throat. She swallowed and obediently cleaned  his cock with her mouth while he patted her on the head.

“Good girl, but I still have some questions for you,” he said, pinching her chin. “Let’s get the other guards in here.”

“Aw, crap,” Korra said.

***

“Amon a roll here,” Amon said as no one laughed for the umpteenth time. “Okay, guards, bring out the next.” Nothing happened. “Guards? Hey, what’s going on?”

Mako seized his chance. “Hey, this guy’s a bender spy!” He grabbed the person next to him and punched him in the face. “He tried to give me a handjob!”

“Hey, guards, they’re ruining my show,” Amon said as chaos broke out, with everyone accusing others of being bender spies. “Why are you all offering each other handjobs?”

Under the cover of the mass fight, Mako sneaked around back and found the room where the kidnapped benders were being held. Bolin was sitting against the wall, his wrists tied behind his back. Mako quickly freed him.

“Korra and I came here to rescue you. Let’s get out of here!”

“Okay, sweet. Where’s Korra?”

***

Korra was being fucked.

While being dragged by her hair to a room full of burly men to be fucked by each of them until her body was more semen than water wasn’t a new experience for the Avatar, chi blocking was. They had struck her with swift blows to her throat and crotch, paralyzing the muscles she used to fuck. Now her mouth could only hang helplessly open, her throat a mere tunnel for invading cocks with no control over her gag reflex. She swallowed cum and then retched it out and then had it forced back in with fingers or a cock driving it into her esophagus.

Behind her guard after Equalist guard filled her helpless pussy. Normally as a bender she always had some semblance of control during sex, able to control her orgasm and his, but now they came without warning into her unguarded pussy, racking her with sudden orgasms seemingly whenever they wanted to.

They turned her over, fucking her pussy with her legs up over her shoulders, her tits flopping around until they decided to fuck those as well. Her hands were pulled onto cocks and made to stroke them, and they fucked her throat with her head hanging off the end of the cot, her face soon covered in their cum and her throat juice. Her hair was undone, her clothes thrown to the side as the Equalists used their unwilling, orgasming new fuck toy.

She moaned underneath another one of them as he pounded between her legs, forcing her to another orgasm. “P-Please don’t AHHH make me UNGH OH n-nooooo….”

He spat on her face. “Shut up, bender slut!”

Korra whimpered and fell silent until he slammed into her again, making her moan out loud. Chi-blocked sex was nothing like being fucked by her masters or teammates or even Daddy, it was scary and “Ooohhh no don’t make me c—AHHHHH!” She arched her bag, legs tensing until finally the orgasm subsided and she slumped back, defeated. She felt weak and helpless without her bending. She didn’t want to fight the Equalists again.

Finally they were done for the day with the cum-guzzling slut. Semen dripped off her body and pooled in ever crevasse, filling even her belly button and dripping down her ears. She didn’t resist as they pulled her upright by her hair, letting them tie her arms behind her back with her jacket. She watched hazily and exhausted as the final few guards masturbated with her clothes, ejaculating into her panties, scarf, and hat. The panties they pressed into her mouth, which she opened meekly, accepting the taste of their cum on her fabric. They wrapped the cummed-on scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her, and then she felt them squash the hat onto her head, feeling the hot cum trickle down her hair and onto her face. Finally they pushed her down so she was kneeling on the cot with her chest against the bed and her ass sticking in the air. She felt what seemed very much like the security guard’s wrench forced into her pussy and stay there, sticking out like a flag of conquest.

“That’s a taste of equality, you bender whore.”

Korra didn’t respond, just whimpered weakly as she heard them leave. Hopefully she would never have to fight Equalists again.

Finally she heard people enter the room again.

“Wow,” Mako’s voice said.

“Korra, you have got to stop getting yourself into these kinds of situations,” Bolin said. “Have some self-respect.”

“Hgghh,” Korra said.
