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Korra was in her room. Waiting. She was anxious. He was supposed to come tonight. She was supposed to give him an answer.

“I will come back and in two days, if your answer is positive I will consummate our agreement. If it’s negative we continue like this never happened.” He had said to her.

Amon had come to her room two days prior. She was trying to sleep. Her airbending frustrations not letting her get the rest she needed. That’s when she heard her window opening. For a second she thought that was another one of her nightmares.

She quickly got on her feet. It wasn’t a nightmare. He was already in.

Using her fist she quickly send a fireball in his direction as well as a fire kick with his face as a target. Or precisely his mask. He quickly avoided them. He grabbed her by the wrist, spin her around and glued her back to his chest. Her hands pinned in her back and now she was enable to move. His grip was strong. Fuck.

She was about to scream for help but he quickly covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her. She screamed in his palm but to no avail. “Calm down, Avatar. I am not here to harm you.” He said annoyed.

Korra didn’t believe him and continued struggling. Even without her hands, she could still breathe fire. She took a deep breath and fire bended right into his arm.

It was his turn to scream now. He let Korra go, while groaning in pain. It wasn’t that bad, maybe a small first or second degree burn but it was enough for Korra to get the upper hand. She kicked him with her back leg and send him lying on the floor. She quickly got on top of him and water bended some handcuffs on him. He was now the one in trouble. “You know, that I can have you arrested right now? What are you doing here? Came to take my bending?” She told him.

“I already told you I am coming in peace. Kind off.” He said calmly. He was way too calm, Korra noticed. As calm as one can be with a burned hand. He wasn’t intimidated at all by Korra’s presence or the fact that she was now the one “in charge.”

“Why are you here?” That was Korra’s first mistake. Not immediately calling Tenzin and arresting Amon. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

He didn’t answer. He was trying to win time. Unknown to Korra and the rest of Republic City, Amon was a water bender. And a very talented one. He wasn’t intimidated by Korra’s icy cuffs cause he was melting them. “I said, what are you doing here.” Korra lifted her hand creating a fire dagger to intimidate him.

“How can I talk like that? Tied up and injured.” He said. He needed a few more seconds. He didn’t want to make it obvious.

Korra laughed “Maybe I can give you some tea and biscuits as a thank you for breaking into my house. I am tired of your bullshit. Talk or el...”Korra didn’t manage to finish her threat cause Amon had melted the chains enough. He grabbed her throat and pinned her down next to him. She was taken by surprise and didn’t manage to react as quickly as she should have. He got on top of her and put her hands on top of her head, holding them there with his palms. She resisted but he was stronger than her. “I said I am not here to harm you.” He said angrily.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” She said. And lifted her head to try bang her forehead to his mask. She didn’t let him see that she was scared. Her usual cocky attitude was still here.

He pressed her head down and got close to her face “I am gonna let you go, but promise you won’t attack me. We will discuss like adults.” Korra didn’t know whether to trust him or not. He was a lying bastard.

“For your information, I am not even an adult yet.” Amon laughed. She was funny, he will give her that. “Should I let go or not.” She calmed down and nodded her hand.

“Good girl.” He said releasing her hands and getting up. Korra did the same but kept her hands close to her face, keeping a fighting position just in case. “What the fuck did you just call me?”

“Excuse me, I am getting ahead of myself. No need for aggression, you can sit down.” He was now sitting down in Korra’s desk, even taking his eyes off her and passing his fingers through her book collection.

She was looking at him angrily but she listened to his suggestion and carefully sat down on her bed. Not letting her guard down though, she didn’t trust him. She opened her mouth to speak but he was quicker.

“I have an agreement in mind. That will be in your best interest to agree to.” He said and got up to get to the rest of her library.

“I don’t like being threatened.” She said and squinted her eyebrows.

“You will get used to it, Avatar. Wow, didn’t know you were a fan of romance books. Especially THAT kind.” Korra got red from embarrassment. Fuck she forgot she had these books. They were helpful at nights. She got up “Let my books down, and just spit out your shitty proposition.”

Amon ignored her, after all his proposition had the same theme as these books. He opened one and started reading out loud. “Mary was cuffed to the bed. Her wetness dripping down her legs. He was on top of her. Jin was as hard as a rock. He was now ready to claim his lover.“

Korra rushed to his side and snapped the book from his hands. “You asked me to discuss like adults, is this how it usually goes?”

Amon put his hands behind his back. Reassuming his serious tone and posture. “You are right, Avatar. I am sorry. I just didn’t imagine you, of all people would read this kind of books.” He smiled underneath his mask.

She on the other hand putted her lips in anger. “We all have to learn from somewhere." She answered.

“Physical practice is always the best. Theory can only take you so far.” He said. Korra was disgusted. What the fuck was he talking about.

“I am gonna ask you for a final time, to start talking or I am calling for help.” He was kinda tired of her bossing him around.

“I am gonna stop taking people’s bending away in rallies.” Korra smiled. That’s fantastic news. “Only if you give me something in return.” That was less fantastic.

“What do you want in return?” She said getting straight to the point and taking a couple steps further away from him.

“You.” He replied.

“As a prisoner?” She asked?

He got closer. Closing the distance she had put between them. “I love how innocent you are.” He placed his hand on her cheek.

She was shocked. Is he implying, what she thinks? No, there is no way. Korra slapped his hand away. “Are you insane? Why am I even asking. You can’t be serious.”

“I have never been more serious.” He replied. It’s time that he shows who is in control of the conversation.

Amon quickly attacked, using some blood bending to slow Korra’s reaction as well. He once again captured her hands behind her back. He bend her over the desk and pushed her head down. She was scared. This can’t be happening.

“Why would you spend your time reading about sex, when you can actually experience it?” He leaned down on her ear and asked her. “Have you ever experienced it?”

Korra didn’t answer, she refused. It was too personal. Her silence answered his question for her.

“Why would you even want me? I am the fucking Avatar. «The worst of the benders» I recall you calling me.” Amon groaned. She was, it’s true.

“You are still young. And a woman on top of that. You can’t see sex, the way us men do.” Amon lowered one of his hands to her stomach. It was the only part that he allowed himself to touch before she consented to anything. “When I am having sex with a woman, I am completely dominating her. That’s what I want to do to you.” Korra was unfortunately getting turned on. No one knew but Korra despite her personality when it comes to sex she wants the man to take control. Do whatever he wants with her body. Does he want to take her in all fours? She will get into position. It is the way sex is taught in the Water Tribe. The man is in control and the woman obeys, she didn’t mind it all. She craved it.

She was forced all her life to be in charge, in sex she wanted to feel what it’s like to let go. Let someone else take the lead.

Even though it’s true that she wanted to be dominated by the man in the bedroom. She didn’t want that man to be Amon. She wouldn’t let her enemy see her in such a vulnerable mindset. She didn’t want to give him her virginity.

“What if I just refuse? Will you just rape me? Good luck managing me.” Amon stopped massaging her stomach and let her hands go.

“I would never do that. I am not a rapist. I want you to willingly come to me.”

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“Keep dreaming, asshole. I will never want to have…to have...” Korra struggled with her words. Her heart was beating like crazy.

“To have sex?” He suggested? Raising an eyebrow.

Even though her hands were finally free, she kind of missed his arms on her. “Yes that. I will never do that thing with you.” She didn’t want to say it cause she didn’t want to picture them doing it.

Cause it honestly sounded hot.
Korra had always dreamed of finally having sex. And lately her sex drive has been driving her crazy. Masturbation wasn’t doing the trick anymore. She needed some action. But not with him. No.

Amon laughed, she was so cute.“You can’t even say the word. Is this the person who is supposed to save the world. Someone who can’t even say the word «sex».”

Korra was about to attack him. “Stop, stop. I do not want to fight you.” She hesitated.

Amon continued “I came here to deliver a message. And I did.” He raised his hands up. “You can either hold your dignity or you can protect your people while you have some fun along the way. And I promise you will enjoy it. Maybe more than me.” He smiled once again.

He turned his back towards her and headed for the window. He stopped and glanced Korra one more time. She was still in fighting position. “I will come back and in two days, if your answer is positive I will consummate our agreement. If it’s negative we continue like this never happened.” He had said to her.

“I am also taking this one.” One of Korra’s books was now in his hands. “Just to see what you like. Think about my proposition, Avatar.” He said and just vanished from the window. In a few seconds he was nowhere to be seen.

She was left alone. Korra looked out and when she made sure he was gonna she breathed with relief.

“What the fuck did just happen?” She thought and collapsed on her bed. “What will I do?”

The answer was supposed to be clear. No. NO. NO.

But her mind was cloudy. The anti-bending rallies have become a real problem the past few weeks. Ever since “The Revelation” she attended. Amon organised these types of events almost everyday. Kidnapping benders and taking away their bending in public, with the crowd cheering.

It was impossible to stop them. Dozens of benders are being attacked everyday and she couldn’t do anything about it, until today.

Half her consciousness was screaming at her to beat him up when he comes back. But the other half was thinking about the underwear that she was gonna wear.

Will she really enjoy it like he promised? Should she shave? Probably.

She still didn’t know if he was turning her on. She has masturbated to the thought of a lot of people. She has thought mostly about Mako but Bolin, a White Lotus guard back in the Water Tribe even Tahno didn’t escape her fantasies. But never Amon. She never thought about him.

Could she try? No, no.

“Fuck this.” She said and took off her top.

She was wearing her pyjamas. A tank top and some blue bottoms.
Her pants followed her top, as well as her panties. She was now naked in her bed.

She was in her back. Her head resting on the pillow. Her legs spread.

She felt guilty about what she was about to do. “Is this the right thing?” She wondered.

With her thoughts as company she slowly moved her hand through her body. With her final goal in mind. She imagined him standing over her. Ordering her to play with her self. She didn’t want to take it slow. She wanted to do it like she imagine he would.

He would be rough. For sure. Throwing her down on the bed and slapping her. Would she really like this?

She started to rub her clit. She was already wet. The way he pinned her down before turned her on so fucking much.

Amon would like oral. She imagined that blowjobs are his favourite activity. He would ask her to kneel and she would. He wouldn’t mind the fact that she never pleased a man this way before. He would teach her. She wasn’t sure about pussy licking though. Some men are disgusted, maybe he is too. She wanted him to kiss her there though.

Rubbing didn’t feel enough, Amon wouldn’t do it like that. Korra got in all fours, she spreaded her legs wide. She moved her hand between her legs. “Ahhhhhhh fuck, like that.” She whispered. He would like that position.

She rubbed her clit for a second and then started fingering herself. She was going too quick, it was a tiny bit painful. But she knew that Amon would fuck her way harder. “Yes, Amon like that. Please. Fuuuuuuck.” Korra whispered his name again and again. She added one more finger. Imagining that it was him and not her own hand.

She was getting close. How can she get so turned on by the thought of him. Is it the fact that he is her enemy. How wrong this all felt? Was it just her hormones, she was a teenager after all.

Whatever the reason was Korra pushed her head to the pillow and came. She came hard. Squirting her juices in her sheets. She moaned his name like he is the one doing it to her.

She wasn’t used to squirting. It only happens when she is extremely turned on.

She breathed into her pillows in all fours for a few minutes, recovering from her orgasm. Then she rolled over. Extremely tired. She usually went for a second of even third orgasm. But not today. She needed to think.

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He was finally back in the hide out. He didn’t exactly informed his colleagues about his visit to the Avatar. “Amon.” He heard his voice being shouted from down the hall.

“We have been looking for you.” It was Lieutenant’s voice. It was late in the night. Why was he awake?

“Where have you been?” He asked his leader.

Shit. He hadn’t exactly thought of an excuse yet. He thought everyone was asleep.

"I needed to get some air. Night walks always calm me down.” He replied and got close to him.

“Everything is ready for the rally tomorrow. You do not need to worry about anything.” He reassured him.

“That’s great. Now excuse me but I need my rest.” The lieutenant nodded, they parted ways and started walking towards their rooms.

When Amon got in to his chamber he felt like he could finally breathe. He locked the door and took off his mask. Finally the air hitting his face. “That went well.” he thought. The Avatar was far more willing than he expected.

And he became far more excited than he had expected. His erection was painfully hard. She had such an effect on him.

She was exactly his type. She was beautiful, badass, muscular and judging by her books also kinky. What turned him on the most though was that she was the Avatar. The world’s most powerful person was just a beautiful girl he will be fucking from now on. Dominating her means dominating the whole bending world.

Initially he just wanted to do this for the good of the revolution. He wanted to tame the Avatar, but know that was secondary to much he wanted to have her.

He could cum just thinking about her. He took off his hood, feeling too hot. The rest of his clothing followed as well. He was now naked, his veiny cock standing proud. He grabbed Korra’s book.

He thought about her and grabbed his cock. He thought about her lips wrapped around his dick. Slowly taking him in her mouth. Placing kisses all over. She would give extra attention in his balls. But he would get impatient, placing his hand in that cute ponytail that she had and force her to take more of his length. He loved that ponytail. Her eyes would water and maybe he will feel merciful and let her breathe. Maybe not. Maybe he will continue his thrusts in her willing mouth until he come all over her face. “That’s a good, Avatar.” He said. Imagining her opening wide ready for his cum.

When he imagined her down on her knees covered in his release, Amon couldn’t hold back anymore. He came everywhere, moaning Korra’s name. Not caring about anyone listening.

It was not the first orgasm that Korra’s image was responsible but it was definitely the most powerful one. Amon knew that the day he will fuck her, is close.

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He will be here any minute. Fuck. She is hasn’t exactly thought of a definite answer.

On one hand she came so hard the other day when she masturbated to the thought of him fucking her but fantasy is different from reality.

She wasn’t ready to have sex yet and this seemed too rushed. What if she doesn’t like what he is doing. What if it’s too painful?

She imagined that he wouldn’t stop even if she told him that he is hurting her. He isn’t here to care about her pleasure. Or her well being. He would be here for his pleasure. To fuck her and leave.

Korra always believed that although she was in danger from many things, sexual assault wasn’t one of them. She had always believed that if anyone tried to attack her in this way she would beat his ass. But now…

Is this considered rape? If she says yes, she has consented. She does have the option to say no and then nothing happens. At least that’s what he says.

Will he be at least a little gentler with her? It’s her first time after all.

Korra was dressed as she always was. But her underwear was way fancier than usual. It wasn’t lacy or too sexy. Instead of wrapping she wore a light blue bra, matching her slip. She has also shaved every part of her body, just in case. She felt good.

“Let’s hope I don’t regret this.” She thought.

She sat down on her bed and waited. The waiting was killing her. The more time it took him to arrive the more her anxiety was increasing.

Then she heard it. Her window. She instinctively got up. Her senses heightened. He was here.

“Good to see you again, Avatar.” He said when he entered the room. Closing the window behind him.

Korra struggled to speak. Her heart was beating like crazy. “Hi.” She said. I am already sounding stupid she thought.

Amon was standing with his hands behind his back, maintaining his authoritative posture. “I bought you your book back.” He releases his hands and showed her the book.

She nervously walked over to him and took it. She looked at his mask. The mask that haunted her nightmares for weeks. She got to her library and placed it there. This is awkward.

Amon resumed his stance. “So, have you thought about my proposition. I am waiting for an answer today.” He walked over in front of her once again. Leaving her no chance to avoid him.

Korra felt overwhelmed. His presence was too much for her. She couldn’t believe that if she said yes she would have to give this man her virginity. Tonight. Her enemy. The man who promised to destroy her.

He would have to see her naked. And he will naked as well. On top of her. The reality of the situation was hitting her now.

"I don’t know." She whispered. “I have never done this before.” She lowered her head to the ground.

He touched her chin and made her look at him. He held her chin and studied her face, it was beautifully decorated by a layer of fear. She felt like he could read her thoughts. He took his time and enjoyed how vulnerable she sounded. “I know and promise I will make this enjoyable for you to.” He said. And he meant it, he didn’t want the Avatar’s first time to be horrible. He wanted to give her so much pleasure, she will beg him for more. “Believe me your first time will be better with me, than with some random 20 year old idiot who doesn’t even know what the fuck he is doing. I have the experience a girl your age needs.”

She was conflicted. She looked past his mask, into his eyes trying to understand if he was being honest. Could she really do this?

“How can I know I will be safe? You may use this opportunity to take my bending or to make equalists infiltrate the island while we are…you know. Together.” He was still holding on to her chin. He was emphasising his control over the situation.

“You can’t know for sure. Just like I don’t know for sure if one day I show up here and the whole police force is in your room ready to arrest me.” He was right. Korra thought. The danger was great for both of them.

Amon let go of Korra and went to sit on her bed. “I read your book by the way.” He said changing the mood. He didn’t want to scare her away. “Very kinky, I liked it. Are into this?”

Korra turned to look at his direction. “Are you?”

Amon smiled. "You shouldn’t avoid answering my questions, it makes me angry.” He continued, more relaxed. “You know if we do this, we need to have a conversation about each other’s desires and limits.” He rested his palms on the sheets and shifted his weight.

Korra chuckled. “You care about my limits?” She rested on her her own palms in her desk. Mimicking his body language.

“Of course I do. If I wasn’t I would have already fucked you. I am not into raping.” He said and took off his jacket. He was still fully clothed but seeing him remove a piece of clothing from his body made Korra feel something. Something she couldn’t quite describe.

Silences filled the room. Korra was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. Amon was tired of this. He got up. Korra kinda shifted. He walked until he was right in front of her. He could listen to her heartbeat. She wanted it and he knew it.

“How about I give you a little taste and then you decide.” He didn’t wait for her response. He picked her up in his arms. Korra was shocked. She didn’t even get to react before he threw her on the desk. One of his hands grasped her back to sit her straight and the other covered her mouth. He was really fond of doing that Korra thought. "Be quiet, do you want everyone in the temple to hear you?”

Korra lowered her eyes and sighted negatively. “Don’t burn my hand this time.” He said and she wanted to laugh. She wondered how he healed that.

He left her mouth and was pleasantly surprised when she obeyed and stayed quiet.

Amon went to the window curtains. He shut them. Korra was sitting at her desk waiting for him. He had trapped the room in almost complete darkness.

He had looked the room carefully and even though he could see very little he knew his way around. He grabbed the end of his shirt and pulled off his head. Exposing his chest and abdomen. Korra wanted to look. She wondered how muscular he was. His fighting style, the one he had come close to many times, required rigorous training.

Korra didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Should she take her clothes off as well or does he want to do it himself. She wondered why she even cared about what he wanted. She will do whatever she feels like.

She started easy, taking her arm band off. As soon as she threw it on the floor she felt him approaching her again. He placed his hand on her own stopping her from the taking of the second arm band. He spread her legs with his arm to get as close to her as possible. His naked chest was touching her clothed breasts. His rough hands were now grabbing her wrists and manipulating them behind her. Korra looked up to him confused.

Her first instinct was to attack him but then she remembered her situation. He was so close to her.

“Did I tell you to take off your clothes?” He asked very calmly.

She rolled her eyes. Feeling challenged. “I don’t think I need permission.” Irony was a quality Amon was sure that Korra possessed.

Amon pressed more of his body weight on Korra. One of his hands travelled from her palm to her shoulder. “Then you think wrong, Avatar.” The arm in her shoulder slowly pressed Korra back to lie on the desk. She resisted. He pushed harder and even stared to lean in front so she is pressing her with his upper body as well. She obeyed and let him position her. Just a second before she touched the wood he doubled his force and slammed her down. Not enough to actually hurt her. Just warming up and reminding her who is in control. Her shoulders hit the office and her wrists were pinned down.

His mask was still on and she couldn’t make out his facial expressions. Is he serious? Asking permission? He will be very disappointed. Does he really think he will give orders and she will obey? He doesn’t know how stubborn she can be.

Korra struggled to get off his grip, in a kinda playful way to be honest. She didn’t really want him to get off her. And he noticed too.

Did she admit it to herself? No. She wanted to prove to him and to her own self that she was doing this out of necessity. To save people.

This was the furthest from the truth. She thought nothing but him. She wanted nothing but him. To make her fantasies a reality.

Amon moved slowly near her ear. Wanting to see every bit of her reaction as he is getting closer to her. When he was next to her ear he took a deep breath. He wanted his words to sink in. “You are mine tonight, understand?” Korra looked right into the face of her enemy. She did. She was his.

But he will need to try harder than that to tame her.

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“You are mine tonight, understand?” He whispered in her ear.

She wanted to scream «yes» to let him know he can do whatever he wants to her at this point but Korra’s face remained blank and her mouth closed. She was horny sure but not horny enough to show it to him.

Amon was waiting for an answer. When he understood he won’t be getting it the easy way, he was more than happy to rough her up.

He took a step back and touched her hips. Korra lifted her head to look at what he was doing but she was suddenly getting flipped over. She was now bent over her desk. Amon behind her.

She put her palms on the table and tried to stand up but Amon placed on of his hands in her shoulder and the other in her back, immobilising her. She took a deep breath, she could feel his erection pressing in her ass. She felt powerless. He just lazily pushed her back down again, pressing her head down. “I think I told you that not answering my questions angers me.”

She remained quiet. She can be physically overpowered by him but she won’t be mentally as well. She won’t bend.

“This attitude isn’t going to work with me. This behaviour just earned you your first punishment.” Amon said angrily.

On the word punishment Korra tried to move her head but she was unable to. His hand was grabbing her hair, pinning her down.

Korra was scared. Punishment? What will he do to her? She stayed still the way he positioned her and tried not anger him further.

Amon had already decided what her punishment will be. He just wondered how he will execute it with her moving around and resisting so much. Then it came to him.

He quickly removed his hands from her body and did a few quick stabs with his fingers in her arms. The job was done.

He was too fast for Korra to react in any way. The feeling was familiar but she didn’t exactly understood what she felt.

When she tried to move her arms, it hit her. She recognised the familiar sensation as chi-blocking. The bastard paralysed her arms.

And before she could even curse at him, he started touching her. With both his hands available now he could finally enjoy her properly. Amon moaned, satisfied with his work.

“You asshole let g…” Korra’s sentence was cut short when she felt a sharp pain in her ass. No way. He slapped her. Without even wanting to, she let out a quiet moan. A kind of moan not caused by pain. Her cheeks flashed red.

The slap was quickly followed by another one. “Obey, Avatar. This is gonna happen my way anyway, so let’s not waste our precious time together.”

“What the fuck did you just do?” She was angry. He just spanked her, who the fuck gave him permission to do that? She wasn’t a child to be disciplined.

“This is your punishment, Avatar.” Amon was conflicted, for a good spanking he needs her ass naked. He needed to enjoy her first punishment properly. He wanted her to feel it, the stinging in her ass, to feel his palm collide on her cheeks until she begged for mercy.

But he doesn’t know how she will react if he starts taking off her clothes, her feet could still move. He decided to try his luck, he can handle an angry seventeen year old.

“Stay still, Avatar.” His fingertips were at the band of her pants. Korra understood what he was about to do when he felt him slide them down her legs. She felt the air in her bare ass. Amon kneeled to remove them completely, but that was a wrong move.

Korra felt violated, first he spanked her and now he wants to…to fuck her like this. “Stop this.” She said and kicked him right in the stomach.

Amon was send back falling on the floor before he could remove her pants entirely. Korra tried to stand up but without her hands she failed.

Amon was furious now. He was planning on spanking her gently but it seems like she needs to learn how to behave when he is around. “You fucking brat. You will regret this.” He got up and ripped the pants from her legs. Her naked legs were in front of him. Her blue slip hugging her ass beautifully.

He felt almost sorry for her. She is going to remember that punishment for a long time. But she chose it not him.

He decided to keep her underwear on. Korra had given up. Now that he was on his feet kicking was useless and her hands were still paralysed. She felt humiliated, bent over and without pants.

She felt his hands on her ass. He didn’t hit her, not yet, he was squeezing and travelling his hands all over. It felt good to be desired like that, she even heard him grunt at some point. He sounded hot she thought.

“I am gonna hit you 10 times.” Amon suddenly stopped moving his hands, Korra was kind of disappointed he did. “You are gonna count each one and thank me.”

Korra chuckled at his demand, she had already decided she won’t do such thing. He can do whatever he wants but she won’t open her mouth to talk. Especially thank him. What the fuck? Thanking him for hitting her? He was sick.

Unsatisfied, with her silence, he spoke again. “Did I make myself clear, Avatar?” He reached forward grabbed her by the hair, lifting her so her back is glued to his chest. Her head was hurting of how rough he pulled her. She still doesn’t answer.

She imagined he will hit her again and she prepared for it. She won’t make a noise.

Amon lets his free hand smacks her again but this time in her tits. Two consecutive times, one on her left breast and one on her right. Korra groaned in pain. She was ready to get slapped in the ass but not in her boobs. Where will he hit her next time? Maybe she should give in?

It hurt her for sure but pain wasn’t the only reason she wanted to break her silence. “You like it when someone plays with your tits?” He asked. He knew she won’t answer. He put each hand in one of her boobs and squeezed hard. Korra almost let out a moan. Not good enough. He needs to hear it.

Korra was too dressed for Amon’s liking. And he was ready to take things further.

Amon teared Korra’s top of her and discarded it to the floor. She was left in nothing but her bra and panties.The rough treatment was really getting to her. She always wanted to be manhandled that way but she never knew if someone would ever have the guts to do it. She could feel how wet she was, getting nervous that he could probably find a wet spot in her underwear.

Amon let Korra fall back down in the desk. He took a deep breath “You look good like this. Next time you will be completely naked.”

Amon was aching, he had been ignoring his erection for so long.
Here was Korra on top of her desk with her hands hanging lifeless next to her and an angry expression decorating her beautiful features.

She will take care his erection later. Her punishment was a priority right now. Without warning the first hit came hard down on Korra’s left cheek.

She felt the pain expand to her whole backside. He had a good hand for hitting. “I am waiting for something, Avatar.” Right, his praise for hitting her.

“Fuck you.” She said turning her head to look at him.

Amon smiled underneath his mask. “Just so you know, the 10 hits are only the ones you count. If you don’t I will just continue hitting you until you start counting.”

His hand left her ass and she got ready for it. “Ahhhhh…shit.” No matter the preparation it still hurt. A lot.

Now that the pants weren’t there to minimise the impact, the pain was doubled.

Deep down she knew that what she was doing was stupid. He isn’t bluffing when he says he will just continue smacking her until she does what he wants her to.

The third strike was the hardest of all, Amon grunted showing how much of his power he was putting into that spanking.

Korra cried out in pain. She is sure that handprints are already forming back there. Another hit came not a second after and she screamed. Amon quickly moved his hands in her mouth and spanked her even harder, punishing her for being too loud. Her moans of pain were muffled by his muscular hand. And he was saddened that he couldn’t hear her little whimpers anymore.

Amon stopped hitting and started caressing her ass with his hands. Korra was worn out and his touch eased the pain on her skin. The pain that he caused her.

He let go of her mouth and let her breathe. “Will you behave now or should I continue hitting you?” Amon said and started to move his hands upwards. “Maybe I can get you out of all your clothes, would you like that?” Perhaps if he exposes more of her body she will break and start listening. He palmed the string of Korra’s panties and was ready to take that down as well.

Korra was at the end of her rope. The pain, the scenery and the dirty talk was too much. But at least she had some coverage protecting her dignity. The one that remained at least.

When Amon started stripping her from her underwear and exposing more skin she broke. “Please don’t…” Amon smirked. Finally.

He let go of her slip and asked. “Will you be an obedient girl and do what I say?”

Korra rested her forehead on the wooden desk. She had no choice “Yes.” She said bluntly. But Amon wasn’t satisfied.

He fixed her underwear in place and asked “Yes what?”

Korra breathed heavily, preparing herself to say the bullshit he wanted. “Yes, I will be an obedient girl.”

Amon felt his cock growing harder as the words were coming out of her mouth. “Ahhhh that’s my good girl. See, it wasn’t that hard.”

He stood straight and put his hand on Korra’s right cheek. Ready for the spanking to begin again. “Start counting, slut.” The more horny Amoy got the more aggressive his tactics with Korra became. With this phrase the spanking resumed.

“One.” Korra said with a broken voice. She felt defeated. But also kind of relieved she didn’t need to hide her submission anymore.

Amon spanked her again. “No no, Avatar. The correct phrase is «one thank you, Sir.» Say it correctly.”

Korra sighted. She lifted her head from the table and mentally prepared herself. “One, thank you Sir.”

“That’s a good, Avatar.” Another hit. And then another. Each one stronger than the other.

Making Korra’s ass more red and her pussy wetter.

She didn’t know why. She only felt pain and humiliation. But her body was getting turned on. By him.

Amon was having the time of his life. Hearing Korra’s sweet moans every time spanked her ass, was music to his ears. He could do it all night.

Korra continued counting and staying obedient like she promised. Her ass was burning from pain. It was intense. She felt tears threatening to move down her cheeks. But she refused, she will not cry in front of him.

“Nine, thank you Sir.” Finally her punishment was almost over.

“This the final one, Avatar.” Since it was her last, Amon thought that it should be extra hard.

Korra was barely holding on. Her eyes were watering and she wanted to let go.

He gathered all his strength and hit her one last time and Korra groaned in pain. It was finally over, a tear escaped her eye. She was in devastating pain, she felt like she couldn't walk.

“Ten thank you, Sir.” Korra broke down in tears. She couldn’t believe what she let him do to her body. How is she ever going to look her friends in eye again. Her tears of pain could not be stopped. And she tried. He was still here. He can’t see her like that she thought. He probably enjoyed this. Enjoyed making her cry from pain. He was a horrible human being.

“You took your punishment so well.” Unaffected by Korra’s breakdown, Amon was proud of his work. First because of his work in the Avatar’s ass. Beautiful bruises in the shape of his palms were already forming. And second, because of his progress on Korra herself. She let him punish her on the first night, in a few weeks she will be transformed into a well trained slut for him.

Amon bend down and pressed a kiss in her right ass cheek. He wanted to take things further. But seeing her weak state right now decided against it.

Her crying kinda got to him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so strict.

But the thought quickly disappeared from his mind. She is the Avatar, that’s the whole point of there meetings.

Korra was just lying down on the desk, wondering what wrong decision led her to this moment. How could she let this happen? She turned her head to look at her window, trying to turn off her emotions. She didn’t want to seem weak in front of him.

She already did, she thought. How much worse could this go?

Amon did the same quick stabs he did earlier but this time to undo the chi-blocking in her arms.

Korra could finally feel the sensation returning to her. She didn’t try to get up yet. She didn’t have the strength.

Amon searched his pocket. “Take this.” He said and placed a lotion on top of her desk, next to her face.

Korra moved her hands and tried to stand up. But they were still too numb.

Amon decided to help her. He was responsible for this anyway.

He went to her and pulled her up. This time not by the hair but gently from her hips. Korra didn’t appreciate his gesture however and once she could stand on her feet she pushed him away. “Don’t fucking touch me, asshole!”

Amon let go and raised his signalling peace. “What the fuck is this.” She asked looking at the bottle he gave her.

“A lotion that reduces inflammation, it’s good for bruises. Put it where I spanked you to avoid too much pain.”

Korra was surprised. She looked at him confused. It was kinda sweet he thought about her. Not that she is gonna thank him or take back what he just did to her. But she could appreciate the gesture.

She looked at him and cracked a very light smile. That was barely distinguishable from a frown. “I think we did enough for tonight, see you soon, Avatar.”

Not a second later Amon had picked up his clothes and left. Leaving Korra alone. Alone to think.

How can she ever do this again?

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Todays morning was particularly difficult for Korra. She felt like a train had ran over her. Her whole body was sore.

Getting out of bed felt like a huge task that she didn’t have the energy to do. And today she would be incredibly busy. She had pro bending training, air bending training and a meeting with Tarrlok. She had so much stuff to do but the only thing she could think about was him. Him and his stupid agreement. That technically she still hasn’t agreed to.

His visit yesterday had left her with a bittersweet feeling. He was brutal. She had the idea that he will be kind of forgiving. But he wasn’t.

From the first hint of disobedience he punished her. He punished her hard.

Deep down she knew it wasn’t completely unpleasant but she didn’t like how aggressive he could be with her. She didn’t tell him to stop though. Maybe if she did he would have stopped.

Yesterday was “a taste” in his own words. If that was the taste she doesn’t want to know how the whole meal will be like.

Knowing herself if he continues to be as strict with her punishments as he was yesterday, she is in for a tough time. Korra isn’t afraid of a challenge though.

When she finally decided to abandon her bed, she went straight to the bathroom. She wanted to see. To see the reminder of yesterday’s activity.

When she entered the bathroom she was afraid of what she might see. She looked in the mirror. But she was now more concerned about her face. She was pale and looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. Sleep was difficult. Lately she had been having nightmares. Nightmares of him.

Yesterday she dreamed that a few equalists stormed her room and chi blocked her. She fell down her knees, helpless and then he showed up. Proud and terrifying as always. “After I take your bending away, you will be nothing.” Those were his exact words.

Nothing. That was what she was last night.

She went as far away from the mirror and took off her pants. She turned her back and saw it. Fucking Amon. What has he done?

Her whole backside was bruised, bruises in the shape on his hands. She went to touch one. “Ahhh…that bastard.” She tried to lower her voice but it was painful. “Fuck I need to heal those. That bastard!”

How is she gonna sit down? She was bruised all over her body anyway from training, she didn’t need him doing more damage. “That bastard!” She repeated.

For her own good she might have to reconsider about how obedient she is gonna be next time.

-

This morning wasn’t much better for Amon either. He spend his whole day thinking. Thinking about his next step in the Avatar’s training. Even though he was supposed to be celebrating his victory over the her last night.

Cause it was a victory. He saw it this way. And she did as well.

His plan isn’t about his pleasure. That’s a happy bonus.

He needs to be careful. He needs to break her. A young inexperienced girl is an easy target.

But he could help feeling sorry for her. His punishment yesterday was rough. She deserved it though. And that was the whole point. So why would he even be having those thoughts?

He had spanked a lot of girls. Most harder than Korra but he never felt bad. “I don’t feel bad, she deserves it.” He said out loud.

“What did you say, Amon.” Said the Lieutenant. Amon was recovered back to reality.

In the headquarters, ready to send a message to the whole city.

“Nothing, I was thinking of changing the script a bit.”

He looked down on his papers and made some adjustments. “No problem sir, you know what you want to say to them best.”

The three other equalists in the room were working on hijacking the radio. “Okay we got it.” One of them said.

“We have approximately 1 minute, sir. Then we will probably be shut down.” The young man informed Amon.

“That’s fine. It’s enough.” The man nodded and signaled with his hands. First three fingers up. Then down to two. And then signalled for Amon to start.

He was hoping she was listening. “Good evening, my fellow Equalists. This is your leader, Amon.
As you have heard, the Republic Council has voted to make me puplic enemy number one. Proving once again that the bending oppressors of this city will stop at nothing to squash our revolution.
But we cannot be stopped, our numbers grow stronger by the day. You no longer have to live in fear. The time has come for benders to experience fear.
Even the Avatar will experience it. I will personally make sure of that.”

That was his first of many messages. Not just to the Avatar. But to the whole world.

“That was perfect. The last adjustment about the Avatar was spot on.” Said the man that was broadcasting the message.

Amon just sat down on a chair.“Yeah I agree, if she listened she will too terrified to even walk the streets at night.”

Amon chuckled. Well she won’t walk the streets at night, cause he will be visiting her to make sure. “We are not after the at the time. But it’s good for her to be prepared for what’s coming for her.”

The younger man cleared his voice. Afraid of asking. “I don’t know if it’s my place to ask, but what will we do with the Avatar? Isn’t she a huge thread?”

Amon was ready for a question like this. The Avatar wasn’t some random bender they could capture and take her bending. “The Avatar is stupid, she will underestimate us and will eventually come and face us. Hoping for an easy victory but she will be very disappointed. She may be stronger than us individually but not if we are all united against her. This day isn’t far, I promise.”

The day wasn’t far he had plans to see her tonight and tell her in person.

-

Korra was trying to focus on her form. Breathing in and out. In and out. Moving as swiftly as she can.

But her mind wasn’t there. He had taken that away from her.

Tarrlok had proposed a task force to her earlier. A special team to take down equalists bases. But she refused to participate.

She said she is too focused on her air bending. Which wasn’t a total lie. But the truth was that she couldn’t do it.

What if she came face to face with him. A new layer was added to their relationship and she wasn’t ready to face it. Not yet at least.

“I see Tarrlok’s gifts are getting more and more extravagant.” It was Tenzin. As quiet as always.

“Yeah that guy doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.” He was stupid enough to believe that he could persuade her with chocolates and cars.

Tenzin didn’t seem angry though. “Korra are you doing all right?”

Shit. Was it that obvious she was fucked up.

“Yeah I am fine.” She said bluntly.

Tenzin didn’t buy it. “Why don’t you take a break.” Tenzin smiled and gestured for her sit down as he took a seat himself on the pavement. Korra didn’t want to sit, Amon’s touch was still painful. “I am glad you turned down Tarrlok but I wanted to make sure your decision was for the right reasons.”

If only Tenzin knew. “I am just really focused on my air bending and all.” Korra looked to the floor and answered in a troubled voice.

Tenzin looked down as well. “Right. That’s what you said.” He could sense something was wrong. He could sense that she was scared. “You know, it’s okay to be scared. The whole city is frightened by what’s being going on. The important thing is to talk about our fears. Because if we don’t, they can throw us out of balance.”

Korra listened to Tenzin carefully, she wish she could tell him. She wish she could tell him about how violated she felt. How betrayed by her own self. She felt like she already lost.

She had made a deal that destroys her both mentally and physically. He doesn’t know what he has done to her and what he will do in the future.

His plan was already working.

“I am always here for you. If you want to talk.” Maybe she should tell him. Maybe he can help.

“Tenzin I…” she started to speak and Tenzin was immediately listening to her. “He…forget about it. Pretend I didn’t say anything.” He was disappointed. But not surprised.

Korra wasn’t ready to talk. She didn’t allow herself to be seen as vulnerable yet.

She needed time. And Tenzin got that. She will eventually open up.

“I am always here.”

Tenzin wasn’t ready for that conversation as well. Even if he didn’t know it.

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It was finally time for sleep. Today was shitty. Too many feelings and too much stuff to do. Korra was exhausted.

She went to bed way too early so she can catch up some of her lost sleep from yesterday. Praying that she won’t see a new nightmare today.

She had gotten comfortable in her bed. Ready to finally rest. Little did she know that tonight sleep was off the table.

“How are the bruises going?” Him. It was him again. How can he be so quiet?

All her exhaustion was now gone. She was wide awake. Turning around and getting up to her knees. Looking straight at him. She scanned her room to see if he was alone.

He was. Good. Now she can be herself.

"Fuck you. Don’t act like you care.” He had some nerve. Spanking her for essentially no reason and then asking her if she is okay. She would be if she never met him.

“It was just a formality. I would like to remind you that these responses are what gave you that punishment in the first place. Again. How are the bruises, Avatar?”

Korra’s eyes narrowed and her brows frowned. It was the time to make a choice.

Obey or rebel. Reward or punishment.

She can play her role. For as long as there meetings last. The perfect obedient Avatar. Never talking bad. Always ready to please.

Or be his nightmare. Show him that she won’t break. He can spank her bloody but she will keep her dignity. She might have surrendered yesterday but now she is ready and knows what his intentions are.

Amon was getting impatient. His foot stamping on the floor and his hands tied in front of his chest. He was looking for an excuse to punish her anyway. She will behave for now.

She reminded herself she is just answering a question. “I am way better, good thing I am a healer.”

Amon was happy she answered. Lesson learned.

He was also happy she was better as well. “Really? I didn’t know you were a healer. I am glad you are interested in things other than violence.” He relaxed and pulled out her desk chair to sit. He was tired as well.

Korra would normally laugh. “I don’t know what kind of image you have of me. But it’s wrong.” She put her hands in her bed and was now standing. Ready for whatever bullshit he wanted to do today.

She looked down at him. Legs open, arms relaxed at the hands of the chair. His guard was down. He was so relaxed even in her presence. He didn’t give a shit. He knew he was more powerful.

“I need an official answer. What I did yesterday was wrong.” He said trying not to sound aggressive.

Korra was surprised. She crossed her arms in font of her. Like a little child. “Wow you are actually admitting you were wrong? Wrong for being a sadistic monster with me. Didn’t expect it.”

Amon got even more comfortable in his chair. He was glad to hear the trauma in her voice. She obviously hasn’t recovered. “I don’t know what kind of image you have of me but it’s wrong.” He said ironically.

Korra fake smiled. Showing she wasn’t amused. “Besides I wasn’t wrong for the way that I treated you. I was wrong for not taking a direct answer out of you first. I should have made sure you agreed. And then start.”

Does he actually believe the bullshit he says? “So if I say yes to a stupid proposition. That gives you the right to do things with my body that I don’t want to? Cause I didn’t want what happened yesterday.”

He looked at her direction lazily. Unamused by her little tantrum. “It was a punishment, you deserved it.”

Korra was starting to remember why she was acting out so much yesterday. He was infuriating. “So yes means, you can to do whatever the fuck you want with me? Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? I am not a sex toy.”

Amon got up from his chair, it was a serious conversation and he was glad she was starting it. “As I said, you can leave at any time. You can say stop and our agreement is over. You go back to your pious life and I go back to my rallies. Besides I am sure if you agree in a few weeks you will be begging to be my sex toy. So don’t complain.” Korra got closer to him, she wasn’t afraid.

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I was you.” Amon tilted his head sideways, he was confident in his statement. Korra returned to the main problem. “If I say yes, do I have any say in what we do? What I like, what I am not willing to try?” She remembers telling her that her limits matter.

Amon was happy about how serious she was taking this. “Of course. We will discuss what each other likes and what not. And we also get safe words.” He moved his hands behind him. Restricting himself from touching her. No matter how much he wanted to. She hasn’t agreed. Yet.

“What are safe words?” She asked.

Amon thought she was joking, but then he remembered who he had in front of him. “Come on, you read all those romance books and you don’t know what a safe word is.” He looked at her waiting for a response but nothing. “Alright, safe word is an agreed word that when either one of us says it then everything stops immediately.”

She was still conflicted. She must admit she was curious in the beginning but he is strict. And ruthless if he feels she isn’t obeying him exactly in the way that he wants. Who knows how many rules he will set for her. Taking every chance he can get to punish her.

The silence hung thick in the room. Korra was lost in her thoughts for what felt like hours to him. Her hesitation was testing his patience. “And don’t worry, we will go slow in the beginning it won’t be like yesterday.” His thumb cupped her chin. Her face forced up. Their eyes locked. Her heart pounding. “But you have to submit to me.” Korra looked up to his mask. It was terrifying how confident he was. How effortlessly dominant. Even when he was simply standing. He made her fell like resistance was pointless. She had never felt like this before. And she never thought she would. That’s what a real man is like she thought.

He brought his other hand to her hair, to both control and calm her down.“Totally submit to me.” His voice left no room for doubt.

Totally claimed. She always wanted to feel this way. She never knew if someone would have the guts to dominate her. Amon was the only man that came in mind that she thought might fit the role. He wasn’t scared of her. It was the opposite.

Mako would never be able to handle her. Not Bolin. Not anyone. Him.

Maybe this agreement would be good for her.

She can blow up some steam and release all that sexual frustration she had for years. He said she can establish the limits she wants. It can’t be too bad. Maybe a little humiliating.

But isn’t sex always kind of humiliating for women? That’s what she heard from the girls around her.

Korra opened her mouth to breath in the air before she finally gives him an answer. She didn’t know if she had the strength to admit it with her words.

«I am his.» She thought and her heart skipped a beat. His to use as he likes. She lowered her head, his eyes unbearable and her pride damaged beyond saving. “I will.”

She will. “I will do whatever you want.” Korra’s first real sacrifice as the Avatar was done. Her body. It belonged to him.

Amon felt his dick hardening as the words left her mouth. Finally. The day was here. He lifted her head again. It’s the start of there new relationship. She needed to say it correctly. “Look at me this time and repeat what you said. I am the one that’s meant to hear it, not your shoes.” His hand glided over her skin. Settling in her ass. He squeezed it gently, taking over the fact that this ass belonged to him now. He felt Korra react. Not very pleasantly. It's clear that the Avatar is still hurting from yesterday's beating. He decided to give it another go. Squeezing her other ass cheek.

Korra hissed. She didn’t want him to know that it still hurted. Otherwise she would have screamed.

The second squeeze sent an even more intense pain pain through her, she flinched with a gasp. Instinctively, her hand clutched his bicep, her head collapsing in his chest. Looking for support. For a moment, she felt good to have someone to hold on to. But then she remembered who he was.

Amon was surprised. She fell in his embrace, trying to cope with the pain he was causing her. For a moment he enjoyed it. Enjoyed her warm hands touching him. But then he remembered who she was.

Not a second later she composed herself. Lifting her head and forcing her arms by her side. Pretending like it never happened. He did too.

That’s when she remembered his command. Lifting her chin herself this time,she looked straight to his hollow mask. “I submit to you.” She said, her voice prouder than before.” I will do whatever you want.”

“Then let’s begin.” He has dreamt of this moment.

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“Then let’s begin.” He has said to her.

She has finally agreed. To Amon’s mind that meant one thing. Control. Absolute control. He could do anything he wanted now. Without any guilt. She has agreed.

Korra’s heart was racing. She could feel her heartbeat in her spine. She tried to steady her breathing. In and out. In and out.

She didn’t know how to feel. She was so nervous but at the same deep down so excited.

She truly wanted to submit to him. To spare herself and Republic City so much trouble. But every time she looked at that cold porcelain mask, she was reminded that this was her enemy. She has agreed though. She cannot back down now.

She shut her eyes closed. She sensed him drawing closer to her. His chest touching her. His erection did too. Even though their clothing, she could feel it. For a second, she thought about touching it. See how it would feel. But she didn’t dare to.

Amon on the other hand didn’t restrain himself.

His hands were on fire. He wanted to leave no part of her untouched. He allowed himself to feel her. Resting both hands on her sweet ass first. Very gently. Almost lovingly. “Open your eyes.” His voice was soft. But still commanding.

He squeezed her flesh and she obeyed. Not wanting another punishment.

When she did, she was met with his mask. Directly in front of her. That was what scared her. The goddam mask.

She tried to look past it. To find his eyes. To find anything that might remind her he was human. Any trace of humanity he might have left. It wasn’t easy. The mask was covering almost everything. But they were still there. She tried to focus on them. On his human side. His eyes seemed to be blue. Very similar shade to her own. Was he Water Tribe? Maybe from the South just like her. Maybe she knew him.

While Korra was imagining her enemy’s origin. Amon’s hands were never resting. Travelling from her ass to her skinny waist. And from there to her full breasts. Warming up his property. Her soft tits felt incredible in his hands. Her curves fitted perfectly in his palms. She tried to remain silent. Afraid of anyone listening. Or him realising how much she likes it. But Amon noticed.

He pinched her nipples. Wanting to see a reaction. His fingers sharply closed on both of them at the same time. Undoubtedly with the intention of causing pain and not pleasure.

Korra woke up from her daydream, a small gasp escaping her lips. He loved the way she sounds.

He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her from behind. Fuck her until she begs for mercy.

But it wasn’t the right time for it. He will go slow. Like he promised.

He had missed her body. He had seen so little the last time. Yesterday was very dark and she still had her underwear on.

He withdrew his hands and quietly went to sit on her bed. Facing her.

“I want you to take of your top.” The moment he uttered the phrase, he immediately saw her reaction. Eyes filled with fear and refusal. She opened her mouth to protest, but he had expected it. “Not doing anything crazy today, Avatar. Calm down.”

His words weren’t particularly relaxing. She wondered why he would request such a think. “So he can humiliate you, idiot. It’s not that hard to figure out.” her inner thoughts screamed.

She tried not to sound aggressive. “I don’t want to take it off.”Yesterday the room was dark, she felt awful but at least he couldn’t see much.

Amon rolled his eyes. Even if it didn’t show. “Just do what I said, this doesn’t have to be complicated. It was a simple order.” Instead of being grateful that he asked her nicely to do it and didn’t just tear the shirt of himself, she is nitpicking everything. Fucking brat.

She remembered that she had done this before. He had seen her in her underwear already, it was nothing new. Holding her end of the deal, she placed her arms in the end of her shirt. Wondering, and mostly hoping that he will keep his as well.

“I hate you.” She whispered, the anger in her voice was obvious.

The shirt was coming of slowly. Trying to delay it for as long as she could.

It went over her head and there she stood in her bra and pants.

“You should show respect, Avatar. Now your pants.” He will tame her, whether she likes it or not.

“Bastard. One day I will make you pay.” Korra crossed her hands in front of her and looked straight at him.

“Maybe one day you will, for now be a good girl and take off your pants.” She was so funny he thought. Her spirit was amusing.

The ones with the spirit are his favourites to toy with.

Korra was now moving as fast as she can. Not wanting to think too long about what the fuck she is doing.

When she was done she threw her pants down in anger.

Her underwear was blue. Off course. Always proud of her tribe. Her years of training had sculpted her body to perfection and the anger in her face, that was refusing to see in his direction, was making her even more stunning.

She just stood there, allowing Amon to admire her for as long as he felt like. Her bra was hugging her breast beautifully. But unfortunately he couldn’t see if her panties did the same. That could be fixed though.

“Turn around, Avatar.” He could sense the Avatar’s fury. He could get addicted to this feeling.

Korra was at the end of her rope one more request or one more witty remark and he be leaving this room with a bruised eye. This is the last command she was obeying. He was stretching his power.

She did it though. Slowly and with her anger boiling, she turned around. Presenting her back side to him.

Amon was stunned, her ass was full of bruises. The shape of them was easily recognised as one of his palms. It was indeed a hard spanking, he thought. And it was beautiful, he had marked her as his own.

Korra looked up at the ceiling when he heard Amon hum in approval. She knew what he was so happy about. She had done the best she could healing his stupid punishment but there will be days before they’re gone.

“Doesn’t it feel liberating?” Amon asked the young Avatar.

Korra was confused. “Liberating how asshole.”

He didn’t like the way he was talking to him, maybe he should stop being so nice. He didn’t say anything. “Not having to hide your true self. Don’t you get tired of pretending to be the all powerful and independent Avatar? You can show your true self to me.”

That was it. Without permission, Korra turned around angry and frustrated. “Are you having a stroke? This is my true self. Aren’t you tired of pretending to be the fearless Amon? When in reality you are just a coward. Hiding behind a mask.” She wanted to hurt him. She won’t be the only one humiliated here.

Amon’s body tensed, in an instant he slammed his hands to the bed and quickly stood up. He walked forward, the heavy steps betraying his true rage. He looked at Korra and she understood she was in trouble.

Korra instinctively took a step back. Afraid but determined to expose his idiotic behaviour.

When she saw him almost reaching her. She slowly backed down, taking step after step until her back hit the wall.

He closed the distance between them and Korra stood her ground. She was trapped between the concrete and him. He grabbed her by the neck with a trembling hand. “Say that again.” He hissed. “I dare you, Avatar.”

His hands clenched around her throat, Korra didn’t back down. She looked directly at him and spoke.“Does the truth hurt? You are terrified of me. Terrified of my power. The only way you can think of to defeat me, is by humiliating me.” Amon squeezed the neck even harder, Korra’s face and voice showed the struggle of getting the words out, but she didn’t stop. “I won’t break. You can punish me, beat me, strip me naked but it won’t change who you are. A coward who wants to fuck a teenage girl against her will. Cause that’s the only way you can feel like you have power over me.”

Amon had never felt angrier in his life. With one hand in her neck, he lifted his other and slapped her hard across the face. The slap was hard and her cheek was already red. Korra just laughted. “Just proving me point, aren’t you?” He is pathetic. “I have been mastering the elements my whole life, training, fasting, sparring and getting knocked down all the time. You really think a slap would scare me? You wanted this agreement so bad, but this is…”

Korra didn’t manage to finish her sentence. Another slap on the face and a quick kick in the back of her knees forced to her to her knees in front of him.

A fire fist was all she managed to do before he chi blocked her and send her laying back on the wall.

She felt her limps weak and her face burning from his kind and gentle hand. She didn’t have the strength to move.

She saw him kneeling down in her level. She moved as close to the wall as she could. He gently cupped her cheek. She was confused. “My sweet Avatar, do you know what I can do to you? All I have to do is put my finger in your forehead and it’s over.” His hand travelled from cheek to her temble.“If I take your bending away you will be nothing. You won’t be the most powerful person in the world, not that you are right now. You will be just another non bender.” His second hand touched at her shoulder just like he did when he was taking people’s bending away. “You wouldn’t dare.” She said as his hand left her cheekbones and made its way to her forehead.

Korra locked at it and regret everything. He wasn’t bluffing. The feeling of his thumb landing on her forehead, panicked her. It was even worse than she imagined it would feel like. “Please don’t. I am sorry. I am sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Please don’t take my bending.” Korra felt so overwhelmed, she could feel her heart beating in her stomach.

It was too late. She felt her blood boiling and a cold paralysing feeling washing over her. Her muscles tensed and she felt her powers leave her. She has never felt so violated. He actually did it.

He removed his thumb and Korra felt flat on the floor. For a second, she prayed that it was a nightmare. That this wasn’t real.

But it was. Amon flipped her over. “I hope you understood that fucking you is not the only way I can show my power over you.”

Korra’s eyes started to water. She couldn’t believe it. He actually did it. “You…how could you?” A single tear rolled down her face. It was over, she lost. Why did she even do that. She should have just shut the fuck up.

He won. Korra felt like she was drowning from the open air. Her lungs were on fire. Her throat tighted and her tears fell uncontrollably down her face.
Her heart racing. The weight of what just happened was crushing her. Her vision was blurring and she felt like she would faint. She will kill him.

Amon looked at the struggling Avatar. He banged her head down the floor and squeezed her neck once again. “I can reverse the process, if you start behaving.”

Korra couldn’t hear anything. The surroundings didn’t exist.

She lost. She was no one. How could he? She lost. Her bending…

Why? Why? Why? How will I tell my parents? What about pro bending? I don’t want anyone to know…

A slap brought her back to reality. “Now you understand, behave and I will give your bending back.”

She couldn’t see him well, her tears clouding her vision. “How could you? My bending…” She repeated.

He got of her. He had taken it too far. “I want you to experience a day without you precious bending, tomorrow if you behave I will give it back.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t believe him. Her bending…it was gone.

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Korra was lying in the floor. She hasn’t moved. Moving would make it real.

He was gone. He left a few minutes ago. Or it could have been many hours. She didn’t know.

She still couldn’t believe it. He took her bending. She would rather get a hundred spanking as punishment than lose her bending.

Who was she without it? No one. Not the Avatar. Not a bender. No one.

Her whole life’s work just gone. All it took was a few seconds.

She didn’t know if he meant that he would give it back.

He was a monster.

-

“Fuck, why did I do that?” Amon was back to his quarters. Alone.

He hadn’t planned this. He wasn’t supposed to do that.

He took it way too far. But she was infuriating. She was clouding his mind. She has a way of pissing him off. Making him lose his temper.

And Amon knew why. She was telling the truth. The plain cold truth. The truth he still hasn’t be able to accept himself.

He had to break Korra the Person because Korra the Avatar can never be broken. The girl he wanted to dominate so hard, was a literal god. The only person capable of bending all four elements. The bridge between the spirit world and the physical world. An entity that has existed for thousands of years and has lived a thousand lifetimes.

It was true, the only way he could exert his control over her is by reminding her off her humanly nature. The nature of a woman submitting to a man. She was more powerful than him, but not in bed. There both Korra the Person and Korra the Avatar would submit to him. It was wrong to behave to the Avatar that way only because she was a woman, he knew that.

But he has to exploit every advantage he might have. A fully realised Avatar is a huge threat. He cannot win her in combat but he can win the psychological part of their battle if he breaks her confidence and self esteem.

He had thought all of these things and planned his steps carefully. And now all his planning could be destroyed because he was too insulted. Why didn’t he just spank her again? Or force her to take his cock in her mouth and to shut her up. Anything.

Yes he would eventually take her bending. But in a glorious rally. On top of a stage. In front of thousands of spectators, chiblockers even her own friends. Show the world the equalists true power. Show them that the Avatar herself is powerless against him. He would throw her down on her knees and take her bending forever, while his supporters cheer for him. He would show the bending world that their supposed “saviour” is weak and enable to protect even her own self.

Her reputation would never recover. She would never revover.

But now? What now? He wasn’t sure if he can give her bending back. He has never tried it. He probably can but what if?

If the world learns of the Avatar’s fate now, while the Equalists aren’t ready for war yet, years off planning go to waste. The whole United Forces army will be at Republic City’s gates in days.

On top of all this, it wasn’t right. The Avatar was horrible, sure. But he gave his word to her, he wouldn’t hurt her. Not too much at least. During his nightly visits she would be safe.

And he broke his promise, this isn’t aligned with his beliefs. He was wrong to do that. She kept her word and never told anyone to intervene. He is fighting for equality after all, this isn’t the type of person he was supposed to be. Maybe he will even make an apology to her.

She looked terrified. Her eyes lifeless and genuinely shocked by his actions.

Maybe he is getting soft but he felt bad for a second. In that room he wasn’t the Avatar. She was just a young girl scared of losing the only thing in her life that made her special. He was strarting to kind of differentiate the Avatar and Korra.

He felt sorry for her, she didn’t choose to be the Avatar. Just like he didn’t choose to be Yakone’s son.

Unfortunately, she was collateral damage. He had to break her morale to avoid her creating any problems. A person's feelings were not more important than the revolution. The plan would continue as normal. He would no longer see her as a human, but as the Avatar. It was the only way.

His feeling didn’t matter to his father, why should he care about a random girl’s feelings?

-

She was waiting for him. It was the first time she was eager for him to come.

She will behave. She will do anything that he asks. She just wants her bending back. She will do anything.

She still didn’t know if he had planned this. If he saw that she isn’t easy to handle and wanted to break her as soon as possible.

If that’s true then obedience is the only way to go. If she just do what he says, maybe he will understand that he didn’t have to do it and return what he stole.

She wasn’t even sure he will come back though. This could have been his plan all along. Take her bending away quickly and quietly and be done with it. And on top of it also make her look stupid for agreeing to have a sexual relationship with him.

The possibilities were endless and she could spend the whole night wondering. But she wouldn’t have to.

He was standing outside her window. He could see her pacing back and forth. Waiting. Anxious.

He felt the same way. He hopes that he is able to give her back her bending. He shouldn’t show to her that he had no idea if that was possible.

The window she has been staring for hours finally opened. It could only be him. Thank the spirits.

“Good evening, Avatar. Or should I say just Korra?” Ohhh he came here tonight with a very risky attitude. She could see from the start where this was going.

She was already looking directly at the window he always used to enter from. Taking in the image of his presence.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say. One wrong word and he could just decide that she didn’t deserve her bending. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” He asked her.

Fuck her dignity. “Please, I am so sorry. I regret everything I said.” Korra folded her hands in front of her chest and tried to look as remorseful as she could.

Amon appreciated the strong introduction. “You do?” he asked calmly.

Korra practically run in his direction and desperately pulled his hood in her hands, begging him to believe her. “Yes I swear I will never talk to you that way again. Never. Please.”

Amon grabbed her hands and forced them away from him. “That’s good to hear.”

Taking her bending so early was a mistake but he would make the most out of it. “How did you feel today?”

Korra took a step back. “It was horrible, I can’t live like this.”

It was obvious. The avatar seemed like she hadn’t slept all night. Puffy eyes from crying and dark circles underneath.

He could imagine how miserable she must have been all day. Her mentor Tenzin asking her to show him the progress of her air bending only for her to deny, making a random excuse and not telling him the truth. He would picture her going to her pro bending training, without her usual cocky attitude, knowing she went from the most powerful person in her team to the weakest in one night. Knowing what she was doing last night with him. Maybe she was tempted to talk about it. But never did it, refusing to make herself look weak.

Amon walked over, in front of Korra’s door. Korra’s eyes followed his every move.

“Then you saw how the rest of us live. You finally experienced what’s it like feeling powerless against someone.” He said and locked the door. He didn’t want anyone to disturb them tonight.

“The non benders have it hard no one denies this.”

“Good.” He never doubted that she had pity for the non benders but that wasn’t enough. “How badly do you want your bending back?”

He knew the answer. “I will do anything.” The desperation in her voice was clear.

Amon approached Korra. His hands behind his back and his chin high. Whenever he was close to her, by instinct she always just wanted to make a step back. “I can give it back to you, Avatar. But it comes with a price are you willing to pay it?

Korra had a pretty good idea about what the price was. It didn’t matter, she had to do this. “Yes.”

Perfect. “Today you won’t talk back to me and you will be a good and obedient girl is that clear?” The night was finally getting interesting.

She hated this. She hated him. But what choice does she have? She had to do it. For the world. For her bending.

“Yes.” It was a blunt answer. Her voice steady and without emotion.

Amon knew that she will fall in line tonight. She was stupid, but not stupid enough to risk angering him today. And he would take full advantage of it. “You are starting it all wrong. You need to show your respect to me.”

What? “But I didn’t say anythi..”

“Already disobeying, Avatar.” He cut her off.

“Fine, I am sorry but how do you want me to show respect?” She said.

“Like I do. I call you by your title, you will too.” He paused for a second “You will be calling me Sir. That’s what you called me in your last punishment if I remember, so you are familiar.”

Off course he remembers. He probably jerks off to it every night.

The shame, the humiliation it was all coming back to her. She didn’t hesitate though.

“Okay I will.” He looked at her disappointed. He was reminding her of the rule they just set up. Dammit, that bastard. “I will do it, Sir.” She corrected herself.

He gave her a small nod of approval. “See? Wasn’t that hard.”

She wanted to scream. Yes it was. It is impossible. “No it wasn’t, Sir.”

“You got the hang of it, good girl.” She said nothing. Now it’s not the time to think about her pride.

He moved behind her now. “I believe we left something in the middle yesterday, didn’t we?”

She remembered well.

“Yes, Sir.”

She will make him regret this one day. “You had asked me to strip.”

“That’s right.” He resumed his position. The scenery was the same as yesterday. Amon sitting in the bed and the Avatar standing in front of him. “Shouldn’t we fix the underwear situation?”

A deep breath calmed Korra down. It will all be over soon. Just pretend he is Mako. “Yes, Sir.”

The sound of her voice calling him Sir was even more arousing than he remembered. “Good, start undressing.”

Korra was still hesitant, she will make one small effort to save herself some dignity. “Should I take off everything?”

Amon didn’t answer. Fuck she forgot the new rule. “Should I take off everything, Sir?”

Amon lips creeped into a smile. She was a quick learner. “Yes, Avatar. I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing you completely naked yet. I deserve it if you want to make up for your behaviour yesterday.”

Korra felt like a whore. Or one of those girls that were getting paid to dance naked for strangers. The only difference is that she isn’t getting paid and he isn’t a stranger. Unfortunately.

She peeled off every layer. Her shirt, her bottoms and in an effort to save some time she took off her arms bands as well. She rarely did that. Taking them off made her feel more naked than when she took of her pants.

“I can’t wait to see you, Avatar.” Korra raised her gaze from the marble floor. Her hands slowly moved to her back. Her fingers found the button of her bra and she opened the clasps one by one.

When she had unbuttoned it, she gently touched the straps and took it off her.

Her naked breast, the same ones that he touched and squeezed many times were finally revealed to him.

His eyes were fixed on her. He looked with desire at the new part of her body that he had never seen before.

Korra calmed down for a moment. The difficult part of the night was over.

But it wasn't long before she felt the weight of her shame again. When she realized she had to give up on yet another piece of clothing. The last that remained.

Yesterday, the Avatar's face expressed pure hatred and indignation. It didn't spoil it for him at all, on the contrary, he wanted to provoke these feelings in her.

He had believed that her eyes full of hatred and the Avatar in her underwear, couldn’t be topped.

He was wrong. The image he saw before him at that moment was magical. Although the hatred was still there, it was impossible for her to hide it after all. The young Avatar did her best to please him. Fear and despair had won over hatred. She would truly do everything for her bending.

He gave her the time she needed to take off this last piece of clothing.

Her brain had shut down all thought. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was taking off her clothes as she would if she were just going to take a shower. Without reminding herself that her greatest enemy was sitting across from her, waiting for her to completely undress so he could do what he had planned for her tonight.

Korra was reluctant, she had never been naked in front of someone else before. And even worse a person of the opposite sex. She was beginning to understand that the man's patience in front of her was running out. He wanted her to get it over with.

You can do it. She touched the sides of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. Passing through her thighs, she bend her torso to pulled them down further. The rubber went through her legs and she took a step to remove it entirely.

She did it. She obeyed every command he gave. She was naked in front of him. She straighten her back and revealed her whole body to him. Her pussy was exposed and he could see anything he wanted. To touch anything he wanted.

If the mask didn't hide his face, Korra could have seen Amon’s mouth drop. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Her legs toned and long. Her arms, now that the arm bands are off, looked muscular in such a sexy way. The years of rigorous bending training had sculpted her body to perfection. This may be the only good thing bending has brought to the world.

Despite the obvious warrior characteristic that the Avatar had. She also possessed the usual curves, of a water tribe woman. Her muscles and toned abs were impressive but a skinny waist and some beautiful tits, weren’t missing from the Avatar’s build.

The Avatar was looking at the floor, she wasn’t looking at him. Amon didn’t mind. He wanted to study her.

Her nipples were darker than the rest of her body. He could spot even in the dark that they were hard. Could be from arousal or maybe the cold. He chose to believe the first.

When he looked further down he saw something more intimate.

Her first reaction when she felt his eyes on her, was to hide. To somehow protect her image. Her hands covered her breasts when she felt his gaze on her. And then she covered her pelvis when he preferred to look there.

Is this how all women feel on their first wedding night? Embarrassed? A mere object?

Amon didn’t get the chance to study her for as long as he wanted. He decided that his role tonight should be more active from here on out.

He got up to his feet, his steps measured and his expression that of pure satisfaction.

Korra stood still, her hands covering everything they could. He pulled her hands away from her breasts, gently but firmly, then lifted her face to make her look at him. "You are very beautiful. You shouldn’t hide a body like that.”

Korra didn’t answer, she pulled her hand away and covered her chest once again. She didn’t want him to see her.

He was so close to her that she could feel his breathing, she could feel heat coming from his body.

Amon could feel for Korra, it’s never easy to expose yourself in this way. “If you want to cover your body, let me do it.”

Since his hand has trapped her head in place she couldn’t look away anymore. She closed her eyes.

She could do nothing but stand there as his hands replaced hers. His hard palms touched her bare breasts for the first time. He had touched her in this spot before, but never on bare skin. A pinch on her nipple caused a faint moan, then another as he moved his only available hand to her other breast.

She felt so exposed. The cold air from the window hitting her back. And his eyes on her made her feel like nothing. A whore. Naked in front of him. Ready to give him whatever he wanted to get her bending back.

Isn't that the definition of a whore? A girl who gives her body to someone in exchange for something else? That's exactly what she did.

She couldn’t believe it. “I just complimented you, Avatar. Don’t you have anything to say?”

His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The hood of the Equalist’s leader brushed against the Avatar's bare chest, and she opened her eyes in surprise.

You must answer, Korra. Do it like a whore would. “I am glad you like it, Sir.”

Amon grinned. She couldn't have answered better, she even remembered to call him Sir. This was perfect. “Such a good response, you are learning.”

This time she kept her mouth closed.

His hand moved downwards. Towards the body part that still bears his personal stamp. “Are you afraid?” She was shivering.

What a stupid question. He is not asking this out of the goodness of his heart. He doesn’t care about her emotions. He's just enjoys when she admits her vulnerability. Isn’t she vulnerable enough already?

“Yes.” Just a one word answer.

Amon let go of her face. Even though he loved the scene of her complete naked and him completely clothed, he was getting hot.

He turned his back on her. He took of his hood. Revealing the back of his head and his hair.

Korra who was still looking at him was surprised. A wet high pitched gasp came out of her mouth. She could see his hair. Black and thick. The same color as hers. Though much shorter. She didn't believe he would show a part of his identity so abruptly.

"Yes Avatar, I do have hair. Is it that surprising?” He said when he heard her reaction.

But then he did something even more unexpected. He took off his mask.

Was he gonna show her his face? She had heard many rumors. Rumors that he was burned. Rumors that he was a spirit that took human form, just without a face. She didn’t know what to believe.

Soon she understood that he had no intention of showing her anything. That was why he turned his back. Korra simply got that he wanted to take off his shirt. And the mask was blocking him. Maybe one day she would see him. When she is on top of him and he is finally defeated. She wanted to spit in his face when all this is finally over.

When the sweatshirt he was wearing passed over his head, he grabbed his mask again and tied it in place.

Although so far Korra could only see his back, it was an extraordinary sight. He has broad shoulders and a very toned back, when you don't have bending then you rely a lot on your own physical strength, she thought.

He turned again and his chest was now visible. Spirits, why is he so fit? Maybe he is one of the few men she has seen in her life that if they got in a fist fight, she would lose.

"What are you afraid of?" He took a few steps to get closer to her again. Of course he didn't drop the conversation just because she somehow dodged the question once. He wants to hear it. He can go fuck himself.

Where to start? Would that be the night she loses her virginity? To this man? To her enemy? She was scared of the pain. Scared of how rough he would be. Her very few friends in the south were boys, she couldn’t ask them what it felt like. And she certainly didn’t have the guts to ask Katara or her mother for this matters.

It seems like Amon will have to fill in the role of the teacher in her sexual education. He sounded way older than her, so he probably has a lot of experience with women.

“Everything?” She answered while his hands were reunited with her flesh. “Your intentions, if you are really going to give my bending back, how will it feel when we do it for the first time?”

Amon saw an opening and he took it. “Are you a virgin?”

Korra sighed. She believes that she made it fairly obvious by now. But no, he wants hear her admit it.

“Yes, I am.” Korra admitted.

Amon smiled. It sounded perverted but he was so happy she was untouched by any other man. His hands are the only ones to have ever touched her. He will be the one to claim the Avatar for the first time in her life. “Why? Doesn’t the fire bender want you?”

He hit a nerve there. How does he know about Mako? Korra didn’t answer. She really liked Mako but he didn’t seem to be interested in her. At least not romantically.

Who would even want her? She wasn’t as pretty as the rest of the girls in Republic City. She was masculine and very muscular for a girl. Who would ever want her?

That’s when she felt a quick slap in her bare ass and she looked up to Amon. Then she was reminded about a man that seemed to want her. He seemed to like her. Her body. Her face. Everything.

A quiet whimper escaped Korra and Amon felt his cock harden.

Korra was thankful for the slap, it took her mind off Mako.

They stayed like this for some time. Looking at each other in silence.

Amon thought it was about time to do something about himself. All these nights he hadn't gotten any pleasure. He was focused on her.

Korra's hand was suddenly pulled away from his and met his pelvis.

He was ready, she was sure of it. When you can feel the size even through clothes, that's not a good sign.

"Feel it." His serious but low voice commanded her.

She flexed her fingers and tried to understand the shape. His pants were still there but it wasn't difficult for her to understand that he was hard.

Does she want to jerk him off? Or does he want something else? Something more intimate?

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down so his erection can spring free.

Korra wasn't looking there, she was focused on his mask. "Touch it, see how a cock feels in your hand.” Amon instructed.

Korra obeyed. She touched his length and felt a small amount of liquid at the tip. Amon made a small sound of pleasure when he felt her touch him.

Slowly but surely Korra began to move her hand. Moving it up and down the length of his cock. She could feel it growing even bigger in her hand.

How is that possible? She hasn't looked at it yet but she was sure it was at least eight inches long? How was that supposed to fit in any of her holes?

His palm went to her shoulder and pressed it down. Korra resisted. "Why don't you try kneeling, Avatar. That way you can get a better look." The time had come to see if the Avatar had the same talent in pleasing men as she has in combat.

Korra opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself. She had promised to do whatever he said.

She would have to do it at some point. At least let it be for a holy purpose.

Amon realized she wouldn't object and pressed her down by both shoulders. Even harder this time.

Korra bent her knees, every cell in her body screaming at her to refuse. She let him lower her down in the floor, deliberately. Her knees met the wooden floor. This was such a defeat.

She placed her hands in her thighs and straighter her back. She didn’t dare look up. Her head bowing at him.

He could only see the top of her head but that wasn’t good enough. He wanted to see her face. Defeated and full of shame. “Do you understand what I want you to do?”

He grabbed her ponytail and looked her in the eye. The Avatar on her knees. What a sight.

Korra had no idea. She had read about oral sex, she had even fantasised about it but she didn’t know the technical details of the act. “You want me to suck your cock?” Korra asked and looked up.

Amon nodded in agreement. Of course that’s what he wants. “I don’t know how I am supposed to do that.” Korra reluctantly admitted, she didn’t want to do a bad job.

That’s fine by him. He will teach her. He will teach her good. “Stick out your tongue, Avatar.” Fuck.

Korra opened her mouth and let her tongue out. Her eyes lifeless. His grip on her hair tightened and Amon pulled her closer to him. He pulled her so hard that she had to crawl in front of his feet to avoid too much pain. Then she was face to face with his cock.

She still had her tongue out, she looked more like a dog than a human. “Try pressing a small kiss on it."

His hand was still in her hair but he let her move up a little. His cock, although it was hard to tell, was around 8 inches. Like she imagined before. Large and hard. Its smell was strange, it smelled of regular skin but also something else. Something very unique that she couldn't quite recognize.

She brought her lips to his head and gave him a small testing kiss. She felt a little liquid coming out right after. Disgusting.

She pulled away. “Good, do it again. Show how much you want it.”

Korra moved lower. She placed successive kisses along his cock, just like she had read that men like. She could hear small moans coming from the Equalist leader, she wanted to see him moaning.

She looked up and their eyes met. Half of her face was hidden by the cock she was kissing. She was starting to get it.

Despite the good work the Avatar was doing, the slow pace wasn’t really his thing.

Both of his hands gripped her braid. “Stick your tongue out again.” When she did, Amon began to move Korra to the various places he wanted her to lick. Korra simply kept her tongue out and let him move her where he pleased. She licked the head, the sides and finally he pressed her down to taste his balls as well. He left her there, and for a moment she stood still with her tongue just touching his balls. “Why don’t you place some kisses there?”

Korra did just what was asked of her. Noting more noting less. She gave small pecks all over his nuts. It turned out that Korra’s first kiss with Amon wouldn’t be with his lips.

The Avatar’s lips were soft and the way she was lovingly kissing him down there made Amon impatient. The Avatar followed his instructions but she didn’t take any initiative. He figured that it was fine for today. “How do you like it so far, Avatar?”

Korra finally had a chance get her mouth away from that disgusting thing. “It’s horrible. How do people do this without being blackmailed?”

Amon chuckled. His hand guided her back to his dick. Without having to tell her, Korra started licking his head.

“You will get used to it.” Amon moaned when she felt her on him. “Your future husband will thank me for what I will teach you.”

Korra stopped. That was enough. “I did it, now give me my bending back.”

His laugh echoed through the room. “Not yet, Avatar. This is not a real blowjob, you are just getting me excited.”

Korra’s eyes widened. Her angry eyes looked at him. She thought of biting his dick. Getting up and punching him in the face.

But she has already started. Should she let all her hard work go to waste now? What’s the true harm in just ending this?

It can’t be that bad. “What else should I do?”

Amon smiled. He saw her reaction. He was sure that she thought about every single way to fight her way through this. Only to realise nothing but obeying him will help her. “Take it in your mouth. All of it.”

Korra’s mouth opened but not for his cock. She was furious. “Haven’t I done enough, please. Another night, please. I don’t want to do that…”

She was pathetic. “Since it’s your first time I am giving you a choice. You can either do this on you own, in your own time and get comfortable first or I can just take you by the hair and show how it’s done. Choose.” His fingers danced around her ponytail. Showing her that option two wasn’t an empty threat.

Death seemed like a better choice than any of this.

She got comfortable. “You will pay one day, I promise.” She will do it. But she will get her revenge. She will.

Without thinking too much Korra opened wide and wrapped her lips around his head, using her saliva to make him slippery enough. With her eyes closed she just tried to get more and more inside.

Amon was in heaven, the Avatar was doing better than expected. He gently run his fingers through her hair, rewarding her for her effort.

She was struggling, he was big and she wasn’t used to acts like this. She started to gag, but that only served to make Amon more excited.

She got her mouth off him but she immediately started licking all over his dick. Trying to catch her breath.

He sounded sexy, maybe in another universe she would have felt proud of herself for making a man feel this good in her first ever blowjob.

Korra’s tongue felt sinfully good on him. Wet and eager. Eager for him to finish. “You are really good at this, Avatar. Your romance books must have taught you well.”

She gave him one final look and dived back to his dick. Getting half way there. She flattened her tongue and closed her mouth around him once more. She will not stop until he cums.

She started a quick pace. Bobbing her head up and down. Her throat was hurting and she felt light headed but she was determined. She closed her eyes and did the best she could. Taking more and more into her mouth.

“Getting close, Avatar.” Amon was almost proud of her. She was a natural cock sucker.

Her mouth so warm and welcoming. He wished he could stay like this forever.

Korra’s efforts were not in vein. A familiar sensation was staring to grow inside Amon stomach. He knew where it lead. He wondered if the Avatar knew where it lead.

“When you make a man feel really good, do you know what happens?” He said in between moans “I very tasty white liquid comes out.”

Korra raised her eyes to look at him. There is no way he believes she will have that disgusting shit in her mouth. "Get ready, Avatar. Tasting a man’s semen for the first time is a special moment on a woman’s life.” Her eyes widened

She tried to get her mouth off him. Gripping her hands in his legs and pulling back. His hand in her hair prevented her. He pushed her head in deeper.

Korra wasn’t sucking his cock anymore, it was just Amon fucking her face now. She was good but it was time for her to see what kind of man she had in front of her.

She relaxed her throat and got ready. She wondered what he would taste like. Would she like tasting him?

Amon looked down one final time. She wasn’t looking at him, she was busy giving everything she had to make him come in her mouth. That was enough to pushed him over the edge.

He relaxed. Gave a final grunt. Pushed her head as far down as possible and spilled his seed down her throat.

Korra’s nose was forcibly met with the hairs in his pelvis. She felt him coming on her mouth. White hot liquid making its way down her stomach.

She stopped all movement. She accomplished her goal. She didn’t care about his pleasure anymore.

He was so proud of his little Avatar. She took him so well. So well.

When his orgasm ended he pulled himself out. Korra immediately fell forward and started coughing. Small drops of his cum fell on the floor and others were hanging from her lips. Her smooth wet lips.

He tucked his cock back inside his pants and moved to the bed to retrieve his shirt.

He was calmly getting dressed while Korra was trying to get every single drop of semen out of her mouth. She wiped her lips clean and tried to sit upright.

She looked up the ceiling. It was finally over.

She felt so weak. She couldn’t support any of her weight. Things around her started to blur. She closed her eyes and fell back.

Her naked body dropped on the floor.

When Amon heard the loud noise, he rushed to her side. He took her naked body to his arms and touched her forehead with his wrist. She was burning up, her breathing shallow and uneven, each inhale was a struggle.

He moved his arm over her face. Now that she was unconscious he could really see it. She was just a girl. That wasn’t the face of his enemy. She looked almost innocent. Undeserving of the fate he had planned for her.

Now is not the time, Amon. Enjoy your victory. A voice in his head screamed. And the voice was right.

He let her head droop to the floor and stood up. Without any care about where she will land. He would wait until she wakes up to restore her bending back. It won’t take long.

He dressed in silence. The Avatar still unconscious. If he should wait until she regains her senses then he will look around the room. Maybe he will find something useful.

Her room was simple.

A bed. The bed on which he will take her someday, he thought.

A library. A library full of books. From there covers he could understand that most of them were romance books. Not just the kind of romance books where the only good thing about them is the sex, but the genuine kind. The kind of romantic stories about two people falling in love, working out their problems and living happily ever after.

The Avatar was the romantic type. That girl was full of surprises. He looked back at her.

Still sleeping and naked on the floor. He hoped that one day she will meet the men that will make her romantic dreams a reality.

She had other books as well. About past Avatars. A book about Kyoshi, Aang, Roku and many other esteemed Avatars. She had books about Pro Bending as well.

And scattered around her desk she had newspapers. Her face in most of them. Newspapers that were printed to inform the world about her entering a pro bending team with two other boys.

A vague moan was heard behind him. It was the Avatar.

Korra was strarting to wake up. She could barely register where she was or what happened to her.

The moment she opened her eyes she saw him. His fucking mask.

He reached his hand out to help her stand up, but she simply pushed it away. She got in her knees and then used all her strength to get up on her feet.

She stumbled but Amon was there to catch her. She pushed him away again and went to sit on her bed. She reached for the blanket to cover herself. She had no strength to put on clothes after all this.

Amon just sighted. She was so stubborn. He just tried to help her. He didn’t have to. He shouldn’t have done it.

Korra wanted to lie down but she stayed seated. “What are you waiting for? Do it. I did what you asked.” She was angry but her voice was failing to show that. “Give me my bending back!”

Normally he shouldn’t have gave in to her demand, especially if she asked it in that tone. But it was enough for today. He will hold his promise.

He walked over to her. He looked at the soft curves that were visible even through the fabric.

Korra closed her eyes. A finger landed in her forehead and his palm touched her right shoulder.

She felt life returning to her. Her bending.

The process felt surprisingly easy to reverse. Blood bending always came easy to him. No matter what he used it for.

Korra didn’t need to test it, it was back she could feel it.

She looked at him and almost thanked him. Before she remembered that he was the one that took it away in the first place.

In a brief second, her expression changed from relieved to furious. She wanted him to leave. He understood that.

He turned away. “You’re welcome, Avatar. Sweet dreams.”

And he was gone. The window closed behind him.

Korra fell flat on the bed. She couldn’t believe what she just did.

The night wasn’t easy. She was trying to sleep. She really was. She was exhausted but her thought didn’t let her. Images of what Amon made her do danced around her head for hours.

She could still taste him in her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, on her saliva. Everywhere.

She could still smell him. She could still feel his palms in her hair.

She turned to her side. Enveloping herself in the blanket. A single tear escaped her eye. He was a monster

Chapter Text

Mornings had never been easy for Korra. Whenever training was scheduled at dawn, which was often, especially with her relentless firebending teacher, she’d drag herself in, low on energy and high on attitude.

But ever since Amon began haunting her nights, mornings had gone from difficult to unbearable. Without fail, she would wake at least twice, torn by nightmares, clinging to Naga for comfort and only drifting off to sleep when she felt the polar bear-dog’s warmth beside her.

When she would eventually wake up for the day, the evidence of her restless night was there for all to see. She had bags under her eyes and dried up tears all over her face. Today was no exception.

Last nights activity was rough for Korra. Her hair locks were hurting from how hard he pulled her hair and her jaw and throat felt sore.

Korra gathered whatever strength she had left and sat on the edge of her bed. She stepped on the ground and miraculously reached the bathroom.

She took her toothbrush, put water on it and began to furiously brush her teeth. She wanted every trace of him gone. She brushed everywhere.

Her tongue. The one that licked his balls.

Her throat. The one that he fucked so hard yesterday.

The floor of her mouth. The one that still had some of his flavour.

She brushed until her gums bled. But she could still taste him. She could still feel his length filling her up. His cock twitching and cum flooding her mouth.

So she scrubbed until her mouth went numb and all she could taste was the mint flavoured toothpaste and her own blood.

Only then did she rinse her mouth with water and started to undress to take a shower.

When she felt the hot water falling on her flesh she managed to relax. She was surrounded by her own element. She always water bended on the shower.

That’s why yesterday she didn’t go anywhere near it. She didn’t want to feel the change that was upon her.

Now that she has her bending back, she was happy to finally take a shower. She needed it.

Her body didn’t feel like her own lately. She felt weaker. Less concentrated. Out of sink.

How can she not be though? She was practising air bending in the morning, practicing pro bending in the afternoon, she didn’t know if she had enough energy to also take care of Amon’s wicked desires and infuriating attitude in the night.

Besides she still wasn’t sure if agreeing to Amon’s plan was the correct choice. It was for a noble cause but it really was taking a toll on her. Both mentally and physically.

He made it very clear from the beginning that he expects absolute obedience from her. And was also crystal clear that if she doesn’t comply she will be punished. Resisting was exhausting and honestly pointless.

If she wasn’t going to completely back out of the agreement she should just do what he says. Save them both the trouble.

But this wasn’t what Korra dreamed her love life would look like in Republic City. She had other plans for her romance story. She had fallen for Mako from the moment she saw him. Watching him take out three benders at once and managing a knock out in the last minute of the match left her mesmerised.

Maybe she was delusional but she understood he was interested in her as well. Not from the beginning like she was but she definitely gained his respect when she helped him save Bolin or when she saved their pro bending team.

She imagined their first kiss. She would gently touch his cheek while his hands will grip her waist, getting her closer to him. She would look deep into his amber eyes and close the distance between them. He would lean in and capture her lips. Kissing her passionately, like a fire bender would. And she would do the same. Lost in his embrace forever.

She has never kissed anyone before. She wanted Mako to be the one to give her first kiss. But now that seems unlikely.

How can see allow Mako to kiss the same lips that she used to suck Amon’s cock. She couldn’t do that to him.

Korra was always on overthinker and in the last three days, she had agreed to have sexual relations with her enemy, tolerated a spanking in the ass, lost her bending, gave her first ever blowjob and then regained her bending. More things happened in those three days than in the past 17 years of her life. She hasn’t been able to processes half of those them.

Another first time experience was waiting Korra tonight as well. Since there was a ball that Tarrlok was throwing in her honour and she needed to attend. Tenzin told her this was a very formal event with important people attending.

She felt smart for packing a formal outfit before leaving home.

She was a pants girl for sure but she spectra liked to dress up every now and then. She felt nice. Dresses weren’t practical for everyday use, especially with her way of life, but she will take advantage of a situation like this whenever she can.

While washing her hair she wondered if Amon will show up at the air temple tonight. Looking for her. He definitely knows or suspects that she will be going to the gala that has her literal name on it.

She will probably stay late and didn’t want to see him anyway, let alone after a long night of Tarrlok getting on her nerves. She hopes he will leave her alone tonight. He came to her for three consecutive nights, a girl needs her sleep.

Korra got out of the shower and quickly wrapped herself in a towel. She bended the water away first from her body and then her hair.

She got dressed for the day and went to meet Tenzin.

-

“I can’t believe this is all for me.” Korra said excitedly. The place was huge.

“I'm not sure what Tarrlok's plotting, but keep your guard up. It's not like him to throw a party just for the fun of it.” Tenzin warned her. Korra already suspected that Tarrlok had some greater purpose for this whole party. She figured he was probably trying to play nice and grateful to have her in the city so she can join his task force. She can handle it.

Not even a second later Tarrlok showed up. “So glad you could make it, Avatar Korra. If you'd excuse us, the city awaits its hero.” A big smile was decorating the councilman’s face. He isn’t fooling anyone.

Tarrlok walked her over to a couple of old people. No one said anything original. “So happy to finally meet the Avatar.” or “You are much prettier in person.”

She was getting bored. But then she saw familiar faces.

“Korra, it's my pleasure to introduce Republic City's most famous industrialist, Hiroshi Sato.” Next to that Hitoshi Something was Mako and some stunning girl who was holding on to his arm.

She is soon informed that this girl is Hitoshi’s daughter and that she is now sponsoring their team. Korra’s eyes widened. Mako? With another girl? Are they dating?

They probably are…

Of course they are. She was stupid for believing he was into her at all. She obviously wasn’t his type.

Maybe she should be grateful she even has Amon. Who else would want her?

She felt almost betrayed. But she couldn’t show it. He didn’t owe her anything.

She tried to remain calm but then Lin fucking Beifong showed up and didn’t miss the chance to make a stupid remark about how useless she was. That woman really hates her for no reason.

The party was getting worse by the minute. She wanted to leave.

Before she could even start her stupid excuses about being tired and having to leave Tarrlok took her by the arm and they moved towards some stairs where underneath them was a pool of reporters. “If you'd be so kind, they just have a couple of questions.”

“But…” She really couldn’t deal with press at this moment.

Tarrlok pushed her forward and she was bombarded with questions.

“Avatar Korra, you witnessed Amon take away people's bending firsthand.” It was way closer than they think. ”How serious a threat does he pose to the innocent citizens of Republic City?” He was a bigger threat to her mental health.

She cleared her throat. “I think he presents a real problem.” She said nervously.

“Then why have you refused to join Tarrlok's task force? As the Avatar, shouldn't you be going after Amon?” She looked at the reporter confused.

“Well, I…” Amon was the last thing she needed on her mind right now.

“Why are you backing away from this fight?” The reporter asked in a more serious tone. An invasive tone.

“What? No! I've never backed away from anything in my life!” She said in an equally invasive voice.

They had no idea what she had to do to keep them safe. The questions kept coming.

“You promised to serve this city, aren't you going back on that promise now?”

“Do you think pro-bending is more important than fighting the revolution?”

“How do you think Avatar Aang would have handled this?”

“Are you afraid of Amon?”

She was sick and tired of all this bullshit. She yelled. “I am not afraid of anybody! If the city needs me then..” She gestured to Tarrlok. “I'll join Tarrlok's task force and help fight Amon.” Fuck.

A hand grabbed her shoulder. “There is your headline, folks.” Korra looked down disappointed. She has been tricked. She was stupid.

-

The next couple of days were hard. Korra has joined Tarrlok’s task force full time. They raided equalist bases, training facilities etc. She captured a lot of Amon’s henchmen herself. She wondered if she will get punished for that eventually.

Naturally she hasn’t gone to any pro bending practices. She was already missing it but at the same time she was happy to be away from Mako. She didn’t like seeing him with that girl. She didn’t even remember her name.

Amon hasn’t visited her once. She was grateful. She wished he never came back.

It was weird though. In the beginning he mentioned that he will be visiting her very night. Maybe it was a figure of speech?

She hopes it was. She was finally healing. The bruises on her ass were almost gone and she finally started to feel like she could live inside her own body once again.

It won’t last. It’s obvious. And she knows it. At some point he will return to finish the job he started and live up to his promises. But a girl can dream, right?

She has been thinking a lot about him however. She needed to talk to him. He can’t just show up whenever he is horny and just use her.

She has limits that she doesn’t want him to ever cross. They need to discuss like adults about the clear limits of this twisted relationship.

But she cannot communicate with him in any way unless he shows up to her room. Whenever he does that however she just freaks out and never has the peace of mind to stand her ground. He just bursts in like he owns the place and it throws her off.

Those thoughts accompanied Korra while she was getting ready for a press conference she had later in the afternoon. Now that she has taken a clearer stance against the Equalists she expected the press to be less offensive.

That’s when it hit her. She can communicate with him. Through the press and radio. She can send him a message. One only he can understand what she actually means.

-

“Avatar Korra has bravely answered the call to action. With the two of us leading the charge, Republic City has nothing to fear from Amon and the Equalists.” Said a proud Tarrlok to the room full of journalists.

A reporter stood up. “Question for the Avatar! Amon remains at large. Why have you failed to locate him?” Korra has been waiting for this question.

She came closer to the mic. “Because Amon is hiding in the shadows like a coward.” She knew this word will piss him off. She grabbed the mic and imagined he was taking directly to him. “Amon, I challenge you to a duel! No task force, no chi-blockers, just the two of us tonight at midnight on Avatar Aang Memorial Island. Let's cut to the chase and settle this thing, if you're man enough to face me.” Korra put the microphone back down and walked away without saying another word.

She knew he got his attention. If he shows up they will finally talk in her terms. If he doesn’t the whole city will know he is a coward.

-

“Because Amon is hiding in the shadows like a coward. Amon, I challenge you to a duel! No task force, no chi-blockers, just the two of us tonight at midnight on Avatar Aang Memorial Island. Let's cut to the chase and settle this thing, if you're man enough to face me.” Of course he was listening to the press conference. The lieutenant was with him.

When she used the word “coward” he felt his blood boiling. But not from anger like the last time she used that word and tone with him.

The word reminded him of his last meeting to the Avatar. The night he claimed victory.

He had been kind enough to give the Avatar a few days of rest but it seems like she couldn’t handle being away from him that long.

“She is an idiot. How does she have the nerve to challenge you to a duel?” Said Lieutenant.

Amon smiled. He missed her these past few days.

“Maybe it’s time we teach the young Avatar a lesson.” He had already thought about how he will handle this. “Inform 20 good chi-blockers that tonight we send a massage to the Avatar.”

It’s seems like Korra was eager for him. She probably missed his taste. Who is he to deny the Avatar some sexual release?

-

“Korra, this is madness.” Said Tenzin the moment he landed on the ground.

Korra carefully tied a knot on the boats ropes. “Don't try to stop me and don't follow me. I have to face Amon alone.” She was putting on her confident attitude as best she could.

Tenzin angrily turned to Tarrlok. “This is all your doing!” He shouted.

Tarrlok smirked. “I tried to talk her out of it too, but she's made up her mind.” He raised his hands in the air. Denying having anything to do with Korra’s decision.

Without saying a word Korra wantebended the ocean below the boat and left the docks quickly. Heading straight for the island.

-

Korra had been waiting for hours. There “date” was supposed to be at midnight. But he still hasn’t showed up. It was almost two in the morning.

“Guess you're a no-show, Amon. Who's scared now?” She muttered, standing up and heading downstairs.

She raised her hands to stretch her back after sitting too long. But then-
A strange sound came from the inside of the building.

Before she could react a bola was thrown at her and wrapped itself around her legs. An unprepared Korra fell to the floor and was quickly dragged inside the base of the statue.

She firebended her way out of the rope but she realised that she was surrounded by a dozen chi-blockers. “What a bitch. This wasn’t the deal.” She thought and started attacking.

Before she could defend herself two whips attached themselves into her wrists and spreaded her arms. Living her wide open to attacks.

She kicked out fireblusts but it was pointless. Two chi-blockers came in behind her and with multiple fast punches she was knocked down.

She lost her senses for a second.

When her vision cleared, she felt two people grabbing her arms and forcing her on her knees.

She looked up and there he was. Coming towards her all proud. Was he gonna…? No he wouldn’t. Was he gonna take her in front of all his supporters?

I was not the first time Korra was on her knees for Amon. But this time Korra was trembling in fear. Amon threatening hand was coming towards her. She didn’t want him to touch her.

His fingers were so close to her face. So close to her exposed forehead.

Korra tilted her head weakly and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see. She didn’t want him or anyone to see her scared.

Amon noticed the girl weakly shrinking from him.

He felt strong every time he had Korra weak and obedient in front of him in her room. But now she was weak and obedient for him in front of his followers. He didn’t feel just strong anymore. He felt unstoppable.

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. Korra looked at him and felt like she couldn’t properly breathe.

“Our showdown, while inevitable, is premature. Although it would be the simplest thing for me to take away your bending right now.” Korra’s eyes widened. “I won't. You'd only become a martyr. Benders of every nation would rally behind your untimely demise but I assure you, I have a plan. And I'm saving you for last, then you'll get your duel, and I will destroy you.”

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. How can he do this to her? They all saw them. They saw her in this state.

She was weak in front of the people she was supposed to be seen as a force of nature. She was surprised Amon didn’t make her suck his dick in front of them. Degrade her as much as possible.

He got up and with a quick punch on her shoulder, she lost consciousness.

Flashes of Aang in his older years quickly flashed in her sleep.

She lazily blinked and tried to focus on reality.

A figure wearing air nomad robes was running in her direction. Was she still dreaming? “Aang?” She whispered.

“Korra! Korra, are you all right? What happened? Was Amon here?” The man gently lifted her up. She was still dizzy but she recognised the man as Tenzin. She was glad it was him.

“Yeah, he ambushed me.” She admitted. Embarrassed.

Tenzin’s eyes widened. “Did he ... did he take your bending away?”

She lifted her arm and created a weak fire. “No, I am okay.” She wasn’t okay. Not even close.

Tenzin breathed in relief. Happy that Korra wasn’t harmed. But suddenly Korra broke down in tears.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She experienced defeat after defeat at the hands of this man. How is she supposed to save the world when she is just so damn weak. She should have never left the South Pole. Her teachers were right. She wasn’t ready.

Korra wrapped her arms around Tenzin and continued crying in his chest.

He froze for a moment, then he held her close, as lovingly as he could. He has never seen her like that before. What did he do to her?

“I was so terrified, I felt so helpless.” She whispered, her voice shaking.

Tenzin didn’t know what to do. “It’s all right, the nightmare is over.”

She backed away a little from him. Trying to explain all those emotions that were choking her this past few days. “You ... you were right ... I've been scared this whole time. “ She wiped away the tears in her eyes. Only for them to be replaced by fresher ones. “I've never felt like this before and ... and Tenzin, I don't know what to do!” She took cover in Tenzin’s chest once more.

She really wanted to tell him. What he had forced her to do. How she just wanted the people of republic city to be safe. To just be a good Avatar to her people.

“Tenzin…I…I…he was touching me. I couldn’t stop him. I was frozen.”

Tenzin couldn’t believe it. Was Korra implying what he thinks she is? Amon was a brutal man but taking advantage of a young girl was a monstrous act. He didn’t think he is capable of such a thing.“Did he…force himself on you?” He asked.

Korra didn’t know what to answer. She had made a deal. She couldn’t let anyone know. Maybe he will punish her again. Maybe take away her bending. Make her nothing. Like he promised in one of her dreams.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t bring herself to do it, lie to him. To a person who cared so much for her.

She didn’t want him to carry the shame she does.

Her crying whimpers answered his question better than any explanation she could give him ever could.

Tenzin was sure. Amon and Korra might have a more complicated, and far more dangerous, relationship than he thought.

-

Korra was back in her room.

That went horribly. He was such a hypocrite.

The moment she closed the door behind her she went over and collapsed on the bed. Face dropped flat in the pillow.

She didn’t even want to put on her pyjamas. She just wanted to lie down and wake up the next morning.

The ride home calmed her down a bit. But she could still feel tension in her body.

Her hands were trembling. The air was thick.

Her body was at the brink of collapse but her mind was wide awake. Replaying their encounter again and again.

It was like a prison. She couldn’t get any peace. Constant stress was clouding her mind.

Stress was nothing new for the young Avatar. Ever since childhood, pressure had been her constant companion.

Mastering one element after the other, endless training sessions, punishments, watchful eyes on her every move, and sometimes even strict diets just to keep her in shape.

All that effort had a purpose, though — to master all four elements and finally step out into the world and live.

But now? What was the point of all this anxiety she was drowning in?
Deep down, she knew the truth. Amon was going to win. It was almost obvious.

It would take a miracle to walk out of this conflict with her bending intact.

She rolled over. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Back on the South Pole she usually liked to masturbate that stress away. It felt good.

Lying at her bed at night, after everyone went to sleep, and just enjoying herself. It was helpful.

But after her agreement with Amon…she didn’t really do that anymore. One more way to relieve stress was gone. Sexual pleasure of any kind brought back images of him. Which did the exact opposite of calming her down.

It was another way Amon had stolen the control from her.

A sudden wave of anger surged through Korra. Why? Why was she thinking about him now, of all times?

This was her body, her pleasure. If she wanted to relax and play with herself, she would. That was her choice. No one else’s.

She immediately jumped out of her bed and began undressing. She knew he wasn’t going to come here today. After everything that had happened, there was no way he’d have the nerve to show up at her place.

That thought alone eased some tension.

The night air drifting through the open window sent a shiver down her bare skin.

She lay back on the bed, legs parting. Her room was far enough from the others, no one would hear her. She allowed herself a slow sensual breath as her hand cupped her breast, her thumb brushing over the hardened peak.

With her thighs spread and fingers teasing her nipples, her body melted. Each sharp little pinch she gave her nipples sent jolts of heat through her, lighting her up from the inside.

One of her hands slid lower. The tip of her middle finger immediately found her favorite spot. She was aching. She began to trace slow deliberate circles around the bud. The more pleasure that she built the more her heart beat was increasing. She won’t last long.

A voice in her head whispered, “Good girl.” She shoved it aside and sank deeper into the feeling.

It had been too long. Her body was desperate, pleading for release.

Without even thinking, she moved her hand even lower. She briefly circled a finger around her hole before plunging it firmly inside. A wave of euphoria started running through her veins.

She wanted to scream. It was perfect. In and out, in and out. Never slow. Never gentle. She wanted it rough and messy. She wanted to doubt her ability to walk after all this was finished. This is what sex is supposed to be.

Another finger joined the first, stretching her open. Her free hand pressed against her mouth to stop herself from screaming through the whole temple how good her fingers felt.

As her body got what it had been begging for days, her mind wandered. She pretended those fingers weren’t hers. They were Mako’s.

She imagined him being on top of her, his fingers between her spread thighs, growling in his ear while holding on from his strong shoulders. She would tell him how good he makes her feel. How full she felt with him inside her.

Her whole body trembled. Her hand fell away from her lips, and she attacked her clit with frantic, desperate strokes. Fingers thrusting inside, thumb rubbing her sensitive bud, her voice broke as she moaned Mako’s name and tumbled over the edge. She wanted him. Spirits, she wanted Mako to claim her. Mark her cunt with his cum. Fuck her until she begs him to stop.

The orgasm ripped through her in wave after wave, her body shaking until she thought she might pass out.

Even when the peak passed, her fingers didn’t stop, not right away. She stayed like this, lazily stroking her swollen lips, wondering whether she should go for a second round or not.

“That was a great show, Avatar.”