Hello everyone!

It's been a while since I posted something but here's part 1 of my latest story.

It's based in an alternate timeline of Avatar the last airbender (spoilers). Aang failed to seal Firelord Osai's powers and got destroyed in the attempt and Azula did not go crazy, letting her defend the fire nation capital with no problem. This is set a couple of years in the future. Osai is the Sun emperor and Azula is the Firelord.

Enjoy!


Mai looked around the arena with a bored expression pasted on her face, only half listening to Azula’s speech. Ever since the dominating woman had been crowned Firelord by her father, the Sun emperor, things had become exiting quite fast. For some reason, Azula had decided to pardon her for attacking her on the top of Boiling Rock prison but the noble girl had no illusion that her position was secure.


The people cheered and chanted the Firelord’s name but it was easy to see the fear in their eyes. The loud noises woke up Bosco the bear, Azula’s new pet and roving menace. The huge beast lopped to a noble woman and sniffed her face. The woman tried to put on a brave face and laugh it out but was obviously a minute away from peeing herself.


“And now a chosen few will put on a show to beg my forgiveness and have their respective villages spared,” finished the wickedly smiling young woman, drinking in the cheers from the assembled nobles. When the crowd quieted, except for the soft whines from the woman still being sniffed by Bosco, Azula turned and sat down at her table. The heavily decorated piece of furniture had been placed right at the edge of the stage, giving the people sitting there a first rate view of the events to come. The powerful firebender grinned when she felt the girl under the table sneak in under her robes and start lapping at her royal pussy. “Let the first one in!”


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Katara took a deep breath as the doors opened. She squashed down her feelings once more and reminded herself that if she did not do this, everyone she cared for would be tortured and killed.


Putting on a sickly smile, she advanced to the middle of the arena and bowed to the crowd. “My name is Katara and I was one of the foolish few who tried to stand in the way of the benevolent rule of the Fire empire.”


The declaration prompted a few jeers from the crowd but most of the nobles were busy chuckling at what the dusky beauty was wearing. The half-cup push up bra did nothing to conceal the girl’s small breasts but instead seemed to offer them for inspection and in lieu of underwear or pants, she was only wearing a weapon belt around her waist with a Water tribe club attached to it. A last hilarity, for the people who were close enough to see, was that her pubes had been shaved in the form of the Fire nation crest as if she was stamped property.


Katara stood there and took in the humiliation, willing her tears to remain unshed. It felt like an eternity of being raped by the hundreds of eyes before the hateful firebender at the main table gave her a nod to start.


The young woman widened her stance and concentrated. There was a big cauldron of water to the side of the stage that had been placed there for her use. The waterbender started her dance, blocking the crowd from her mind as she grabbed her element and twirled it around her. She had practiced her routine endlessly these past few weeks and knew it by heart. As the dark skinned beauty danced around the stage, the water band formed a hula hoop around her waist before breaking in two streams that caressed her legs, passed over her slit, crawled up her torso to cup her small tits and shot up in the air like fireworks, recreating Azula’s personal crest.


The nobles clapped at the display of skills and cheered at their leader’s mark but Azula was unmoved.


When Katara noticed the Firelord drumming her fingers on the table, she decided to nix the next part of her show and give her what she wanted. Reclaiming the water from the air, she once again morphed it into a hula hoop shape. The band spun faster and faster in front of the waterbender until it almost glowed. To give the crowd an idea of what was to come, Katara made the circle roll on the ground around her, leaving the stone of the arena frosted at the brief contact.


The doomed water tribe girl brought the stream over her head and lowered it around her body, making sure it did not touch her yet, until the band was twirling at breast level. Katara’s breathing picked up. This was it. After this step, there would be no going back. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Azula. The waterbender tried to find even a shred of pity in the other girl’s golden eyes but found only excitement at what was to come.


Her last hope gone, Katara slowly moved the icy band backward. The band was not even touching her yet but her nipples were fully erect from the cold already. As the stream came closer, a little frost started coating the girl’s breasts. With her smile turning into a grimace, she touched the killing band to her small tits. The magical water immediately ripped off the flimsy bra and threw it to the side but that went unnoticed by most people as everyone was busy staring at the dusky breasts turn solid as ice as the stream ran over them.


Katara was not sure how she did it but she managed to hold in her scream of pain as she felt ice crystals form in what was previously supple flesh. She kept the water hula hoop on her tits until they stopped sending any kind of painful sensations before sending it back to the pot, for now.


Breathing hard, Katara displayed her frozen mammaries to the crowd’s viewing pleasure. She cupped them, hurting her hands a little from the cold, to show that they were now hard twin ice sculptures instead of a sign of womanhood. After the crowd were done oohing and ahhing, the water tribe girl unhooked her club and brandished it.


Azula leaned in, not wanting to miss anything that was coming next. She reached down and pushed the girl’s head deeper in her now sopping wet cunt, not caring if she suffocated down there.


After she was sure that everyone had their attention on the weapon, Katara slowly brought it down between her legs and took a two handed grip on it. The dark skinned girl gritted her teeth and with a well practiced flick of her wrists, slammed the club into her right tit. When she had rehearsed this move over and over, it had only squished her breast and left a bruise but this time, there was a loud cracking noise as hardened bone met ice.


Not able to help it, Katara looked down at her shattered mammary. A whine escaped her lips as she lowered the weapon. Her once perfect chest was now ruined by her own hands at the command of a hateful sociopath. She resettled her stance and winced as she stepped on jagged pieces of her bosom. Letting out a small cry, she once again flicked the mace up and finished the job.


The crowd cheered as the second tit exploded at the impact. Mai had trouble keeping her disinterested face on as the pretty water tribe girl destroyed herself. She could hear the girl between Azula’s legs gasp for breath but the Firelord’s full attention was on the display in front of her.


Katara’s head was spinning at the trauma but she managed to re-hook the weapon to her belt and get back into a waterbending stance. She rallied her mind. There was only a little bit more to go and she would be done. Grabbing the water from the cauldron, she spun it until it glowed with cold once again. She then altered her dance and formed the water into a phallic shape before dropping into a wide stance, looking at her own creation with fearful eyes.


Azula let out a small moan as the waterbender touched the subzero penis to her cunt with a bloodcurdling scream. Her eyes went up and down as the big watery prick slowly pushed in and out, going deeper every time. The Firelord drank in the sight of the tears streaming down the water tribe girl’s face as she froze her snatch from the inside.


The only thing that kept Katara going was that her body remembered the movements by heart. She was delirious as she looked down at the large freezing dildo slowly disappeared into her overly stretched pussy. The pain as the frosty water wrecked her sensitive inner walls and froze them open forever was impossible to describe but the fact that little flickers of water kept lapping her poor little clit overshadowed even that. The dark skinned girl did not even realize that she was screaming in pain and weeping her eyes out.


Finally, Katara noticed that her mon was starting to have frost appear on it which probably meant that her pussy was fully frozen. She banished the water back to the cauldron for the last time and quickly un-hooked her weapon before she passed out. The waterbender once again brandished it high over her head but this time took a two handed grip right there and brought it down with all her strength on her frozen slit.


Azula moaned out loud as the dark skinned girl’s obscenely splayed open cunt shattered at the blow, leaving a crater where the once tight entrance was. The firebender started cumming as Katara dropped the club and gingerly touched the place where her pussy used to be. The confused and shocked expression on her stupid face was kindling to the sadistic woman’s orgasm. Then something even better happened. The destroyed girl’s womb started slowly sliding out of her body.


Katara frowned as she felt a weird shifting in her insides. She was barely holding on to sanity as it was but when she spotted her womb slithering out she grabbed the organ and was about to crammed it back in when a voice stopped her.


“Get your hands off of there. Let it fall,” Azua ordered in a thick voice as she was still riding the pleasure waves of her orgasm.


Sniffling, Katara obeyed and let go of her precious organ. Looking at it as it slowly continued to fall out of her before splattering on the ground was the last straw. The young beauty fell to her knees and started shaking all over, her eyes never leaving her fallen womb.


Azula devoured the sight for as long as she could before her pleasure finally died down. Sending a casual fireball to light a fire under the waterbender’s cauldron, she said; “The poor dear looks cold. Dump her in there to get a nice hot bath.”

There were a few chuckles from the crowd as two guards grabbed the catatonic water tribe girl and dragged her to the pot like a broken toy before tossing her in. A cook came in from a side door and threw in a few vegetables and spices as the water started boiling.