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Trials of a Waterbender

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grendelsblueichor

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Katara woke, ready for the day. It was always bitter cold, but it was the South Pole, what would you expect? Sokka was doing as he always did, pretending to be a hotshot captain and trying to train the children to fight for when the next Fire Nation attack came.

She kissed GranGran's forehead, hugging the woman before turning and walking to the water's edge. Staring into the water, she suddenly remembered her mother and fingered her necklace. It was getting harder and harder to remember what her mother looked like. Did Sokka have that same problem? She remembered the moment when her mother gave herself up to the two Firebenders that had barged into their hut. Why? Why had she done that?

As if it were yesterday, she could see the black Fire Nation ship approach, the fire and ash pouring into the sky and drifting to the pure snow around them. She looked around her. Ash? The ground was littered with it. Surprised, she looked up in horror to see that it hadn't been her imagination or a memory. The Fire Nation approached!
 
Anzoh was growing more excited with each passing minute as his personal ship approached the South Pole. Ever since the Fire Lord had declared that the nobles of the Fire Nation may take slaves from any member of the Water Tribes that they captured he had been looking forward to this. At twenty three years old he had no family and a great deal of wealth... and soon he would have his own personal slave to serve him in any way that he desired.

As the ship drew closer he stood on the prow, his assembled mercenaries behind him and ready to move on his word. The plan was to storm the village and find a lovely young woman to take home with him, how quickly they did so and how beautiful the woman he found was would affect the bonus that they earned. It seemed that fate might have something different in mind though because as they drew close enough to make out individual tribes members he could see the perfect slave to be at the waters edge. Even from the distance he could see her great beauty and knew that she was the one he desired.

“That one.” He said as he pointed to his chosen victim, flexing a little in the Fire Nation armor he wore. “I will take that one, the rest of you will hold back unless I need you.” As the ship crashed into the ice and the front dropped down to allow him to descend he approached his to be slave, a swagger in his step. “I would suggest you come with me quietly.” He told her with a sneer on his lips. “Fighting will only end up getting you hurt, and I don't want to damage my property.”
 
Katara scrambled back as the ship crashed into the ice. A single man descended and came up to her. She smirked, laughing at his arrogance. "If you think I'm going to make this easy, you have another thing coming." She lifted her arms and swirled around. She was still a novice Waterbender, so her powers weren't very strong and, being the only bender in her tribe, she didn't have anyone to learn from. A small wave of water came up from behind him, ready to coat him in its icy embrace so she could freeze him in place.

She looked back at the villagers that congregated behind her. "Run! The Fire Nation is attacking! I'll hold them as long as I can!"
 
Though he was hardly a master Anzoh was considered a quite skilled fire bender and had little to fear from a novice with little power or education. A simple low kick sent a blast of fire through her wave and as he spun around a punch launched a fireball at her feet, more to keep her off balance and nervous then to actually hurt her. TO leave a burn on his new toy would only lower her value, later on however he would brand her with his bare hands in order to make it clear whom she belonged to. To earn a member of the water tribe was a symbol of status but to break a Water Bender was so much more... his would be one of a kind.

“We aren't attacking.” He sneered at her with a small chuckle as his mercenaries began to descend from the ship and spread out behind him, ready to surge forward on his command. “And if you come with me we will leave in peace, however if you try to fight me then I will take you anyway and my men will melt this little patch of ice... the Fire Lord would probably thank me for that personally.”
 
Katara was torn. There was no way she could just GO with them. They had destroyed her home, killed her mother, taken away her childhood...but if it would keep them from harming what was left of her people...Looking at the waves of warriors, she shook her head. Untrained as she was, there was absolutely no way she could take ALL of them. A few? Maybe, but not hundreds.

She sighed and looked back at her grandmother and brother. "I'm sorry."

Katara stepped forward, her jaw set. Through gritted teeth, she whispered, "I'll come with you, just don't harm them."
 
He had known the threat would work, what kind of person would put their own safety above that of their entire tribe. He would of course because he was that kind of selfish bastard but most weren't like that. “Get on the boat.” He said with a small chuckle as he turned and walked back up onto the boat, not even bothering to look to see if she would follow him or to look out for an attack from behind, that is what is mercenaries were for.

“I'm glad you decided not to fight me on this.” He praised her with a small smirk as the boat closed back up behind them again and the crew moved to prepare for departure. “I thought that finding my slave might take a lot of effort but to just find you seems like providence... and I don't want to end up scaring my new property before I get to try her out.”
 
Katara followed him, hands fisted and knuckles white. She was surrounded by Firebenders and that fact alone made her nervous and utterly pissed off. Once on the boat, she ignored the pompous man who ordered her about. Hearing his next statement, her face reddened and she turned to face him. "Slave? Dream on! I'm no one's property, much less that of an arrogant bastard like you. Believe me, I won't be here long."
 
He ignored her comments for the time being, instead taking his time to address the crew. “We will make full speed back for the Fire Nation, I will remain in my quarters with my new toy until that time and we shouldn't be interrupted for everything.” Though his ship resembled a moderate sized Fire Nation battle ship on the outside it was much more comfortable, made so due to the lack of space taken up by weapon systems. His quarters were of course well stocked with food, he would have all the time in the world to get acquainted with his slave.

The orders given and the boat already under motion Anzoh turned back to Katara, his amusement evident in his eyes. “I really don't think you understand the situation you are in.” He told her slowly as though speaking to a child. “You are on a ship, filled with hard core killers whose only job is to make sure you don't escape... there is no where to run too.” Smiling softly he reached out to take hold of her arm, ready to drag her along. “Come along with me now, its time for me to get to know my new slave.”
 
Katara scoffed. "Like hell I'm coming with you!" She recoiled, pulling her arm back. "I'd rather jump into the ocean. If you think you're getting me anywhere NEAR your quarters, you've got another thing coming. I don't know what you're planning, but you can damn well leave me out of it!"
 
Anzoh wasn't the sort to just let her tell him that she wouldn't be coming with him, he wanted her right away and in the worst way. Stepping in toward her he balled his fist and threw a short punch into her stomach, not caring at all if he bruised the merchandise. “There is something I want you to understand you little whore, you belong to me. Your very life belongs to me... now if you don't obey me then I will cause you a great deal of pain and if you obey your life will be more pleasant.” Gripping her arm even tighter he began to drag her along toward his quarters, excited to have her as soon as he could.
 
Her eyes widened in disbelief as the blow landed on her torso. Katara fell, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath as he yelled at her, only to end up dragging her down the long corridor to his room. The pain was intense. She'd never been hit before in her entire life. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. This was a man from the Fire Nation, after all. They were practically infamous for being sadists. She gulped, feeling her arm bruise as he continued to haul her along, trying to regain her footing to take some of the pressure off of her aching limb. "You're hurting me!"
 
“You really aren't listening, I don't care if I hurt you.” He mocked her as he pulled her into his chambers and locked the door behind them, she wouldn't be getting out on her own. His chambers were massive when one considered they were on a ship, the colors black and red being predominant, iron walls and silk hangings with an incredibly large and plush bed sitting in the center of the room, a bathing chamber through a door to the right.

Once he had locked the door he let go of her arm, letting her fall to the ground before burying a boot in her side, a short kick just to help her learn her place. Looking down at her with a satisfied smirk he began to get undressed, his heavy armor discarded and each piece revealing more of his well toned and tanned body until he stood before her only in a wrap, the warmth of she ship keeping him comfortable. “Now... tell me your name whore.”
 
Of course he didn't care that he was hurting her! He was selfish and Fire Nation, they cared about nothing. When he released her arm, she was surprised, falling to the floor once more. Mere seconds later her side screamed as her lungs burned with each intake of air. She fell to her side, clutching her torso. She'd probably broken a rib or two when he kicked her.
She backed away, using her free arm to pull her across the floor. Bumping into the bed, she reached up and threw a pillow at him. Whispering in her loudest possible voice and grimacing in pain she said, "Stay away from me you monster!"
 
Her further defiance was more amusing then it was annoying at this point as he didn't even bother to try to bat aside the pillow, instead letting it bounce of his chest. “All I did was ask your name and you insult me like that?” He asked with an incredible amount of sarcasm dripping from his voice, rolling his eyes as he approached her, his arousal evident even wearing the wrap, the white cotton sticking almost straight out from his body.

“Now I am going to make things very easy for you, you will tell me your name and get undressed otherwise I will hurt you even more, I will make that love tap I gave you earlier feel like nothing.”
 
She clutched her side, shifting painfully to look up at him. "Never. Just kill me now. What's the point in torturing me like this? I'll never serve you or anyone of the Fire Nation. Never!" Katara shifted again, wincing. She spat on his foot. Breathing hard, she let her head rest on the bed as she glared daggers up at him.
 
Working over her body more wouldn't do anything other then crack more ribs, he was pretty sure that he had felt one give out under his kick. Still there were plenty more ways for him to hurt her and as his fist balled up he brought it across the side of his new slaves face before reaching out to begin tearing away at her clothing. “You really need to learn your place, and if you want give me your name then I will name you myself... how about Whore, do you like the new name Whore?”
 
Katara's head flew sideways as his fist connected. Her face stung and black specks floated in her vision. She whimpered, unable to do much else in her current state as the pain ripped into her and her clothes ripped off of her. She grabbed the bed, trying to get leverage, but only managed to pull half of the covers off.
 
THe more he tore away her clothing and the more he saw of her flesh the faster he tore, enjoying the sight of her exotic skin and the soft curves of her youth. This one was hardly even a woman yet, it had been hard to tell with the thick clothing but he was hardly disappointed, she would learn to serve him anyway. As he threw all of her clothing aside and ignited it with a simple wave of his hand he looked down at her naked body, quite pleased. "Much better." he sneered at her. "The clothing of a Fire Nation slave will suit you better, now tell me your name."
 
She whimpered again as she was now completely exposed, her clothes destroyed. "My name..." she gasped, "is not for your ears." Her breath caught as she tried to sit up. "What...are you going...to do to me?"
 
He sighed a little bit at her continued defiance as he reached down to fondle her cunt roughly. “Well then, you are Whore until you decide to change your mind.” He said without answering her other question. “Tell me, I have always heard that Water Benders juice up like no other whore, is that true or will I be fucking my toy dry?”
 
Katara bit her lip, turning the unmarked side of her face to him. She had never had sex before, but had explored her own body. It was used to being touched and practically gushed when he began to finger her. "Stop it..." In her state, it was hard to protest, her ribs aching, lungs burning with each breath. She could feel her face swelling. She began crying, unable to believe she was in this situation and helpless to do anything about it. "Bastard..."
 
He grinned as he felt the moisture build and continued his assault, pushing his fingers deeper and roughly pinching her clit. Her insult was met with a slap across her breasts, smirking as the small mounts moved beneath his hand. “Tell me your name and address me as master and I may let you recover from your beating in peace, but if you continue you fight me I will shove my cock up your ass.”
 
Katara began to shake involuntarily. Would it be worse to have this man use and abuse her, or for him to know her name? She knew the answer was obvious. She sniffled, spasming in pain. "Katara....My name...Katara...Master..."
 
It seemed that the threat had worked but out of annoyance he smacked her breasts again, raining open handed blows down on her chest while he continued to assault her cunt with his fingers. "Not bad Katara, but I don't think you deserve to be called by your name, Whore will be your name until you learn how to behave like a proper slave... now why don't you beg for permission to suck my cock and then I will let you rest."
 
Katara broke into spasming hiccup crying, unable to control any part of herself at this point. Her breasts were on fire and throbbed where his hands had beaten her. Her pussy was soaking wet, more from habit than pleasure. She had never sucked a man's dick before. She didn't know if she could do it, not to this man, especially not how she was now. She grimaced, trying to shake her head. "I...can't....Please!"
 
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