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StarSiren

StarSiren

Super-Earth
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Katara's pleading stare had only worsened her situation. She had hoped that her father would see the agony he was putting her through and stop his monstrous actions. But she was instead given terse words and a sudden, stinging slap to the face. She was then flipped around and pushed down against the counter so her father could re-enter her from behind.

It all happened so fast that Katara's wail from the slap was still echoing through the room as Hakoda plunged himself into her. The gag, while it was amazing at stopping any actual words she might be trying to say, wasn't thick enough to stop Katara's sudden burst of screams and howls as she was slapped, flipped, pinned, fucked and then, as if to add insult to injury, spanked.

Hakoda's hand impacted her bare ass over and over again as he thrust in and out of her until he'd left a distinct red mark on her round, brown cheek. Katara's voice and tears flowed freely into the room now. The makeshift gag had become saturated in her own saliva and loosened somewhat in the tussle, allowing more of her cries through. Katara had hoped that this would be as bad as it got, that just maybe her father would waste all his energy with the ass-beating and the rage-fucking, but he seemed more invigorated now than he had been before!

She yelped as his fingers twisted and caught in her hair, pulling her head back towards him and causing her back to arch enough to lift her beautifully large breasts off of the counter. It felt like he would rip the hair right out of her scalp, but it held fast and only hurt like hell. That seemed to be the common denominator here: everything he was doing to her hurt like hell.. so why was her body responding to it!!

Despite the way her father was using and abusing her like a cheap whore, Katara's nipples had hardened during the spanking and her dad's cock was now easily slipping in and out of her. She knew Zuko had left a lot of cum inside her, but this felt different. Her body was betraying her! She couldn't even close her mouth to hide the pants she had begun to let out between her horrified cries.

'No! No, I can't be enjoying this! My body is just reacting on it's own! I HATE this!! Please stop! STOP!! Please someone, anyone.. Help me!! Zuko!! Zuko I need you!! Where are you?! Please hear me!!'

She had no idea how long her father could keep this up, but she didn't want to find out. Unable to move or waterbend, all she could do was hope that Zuko would hear her struggling and return to save her from Hakoda.
 
Hakoda had every intention of cumming inside his daughter. If she allowed that filth of a fire bender to do it why shouldn't he get to? If she was willing to throw away everything that he had fought against and protected simply because she thought one fire lord was different then the other than why shouldn't he have fucked her beyond the point where she broke completely, and it seemed that her body agreed with him, cosidering how wet she was, how at every thrust of his cock her body seemed to tighten around him and suck on him. Despite how he was treating her he could actually be fooled into thinking that the woman he had raised to be elegant, to be a diplomat and a warrior was little more than a hardened slut open for anyone to dump their cock into.

He supposed that was a good thing really, because it was getting him more and more in the mood to do just that. Looking at how hard Katara's nipples were as he pulled at her he had every intention of fucking her till she went mad. Maybe after this he would go into the next, locked room, and kill The fire lord in front of her. Sure he would get in trouble, but this was his tribe, and if he told them that he found Katara raped no one would blame him for smashing in The fire lords skull.

Then as the man bleed out, he would set down his daughter on top of him, and do this all again. Katara seemed to need a positive influince in her life, and as it turned out he had desperately missed the comforts his wife had once afforded him. With him able to keep a closer eye on his daughter he would simply keep her, and rape her every night until she finally came to her senses and acted as the proper woman she was supposed to be.

What's more he could hear Katara's moans and pants mixed in with her anguished cries, and he was loving every second of it. His hips were smashing against Katara's leaving the counter she was tied too soaked in a mixture of fluids from her rough fucking. He grabbed Katara by the throat. his grip easily sliding over her as he pressed down on her wind pipe, strangling her as he fucked her. He leaned over her, a soft smile on his face as he looked at Katara in all her beauty and glory of the moment she was being raped.

"Kya, loved this." Hakoda confessed. "Your mother always wanted it so rough, some nights she would have me bruise her, to the point that the other people in the village would actually talk about it. But every night she always asked for more."

He held his grip firm on her throat still strangling her as he pulled out her panties from her mouth. "No screams, but go ahead... ask your daddy for more."
 
Nothing was working. Every sound she made, each movement she resisted only fueled her fathers rage. The brown skin of her pelvis had begun to ache from slamming into the counter. It was just another awful sensation for Katara's already stressed out nervous system.

Her shapely ass burned each time her father pulled away and exposed the hand-shaped red markings to the cool air in the room. Her back spasmed in pain as Katara's head was yanked backwards by the hair and held in place by a firm hand against her throat, nearly suffocating her. Her nipples buzzed with sensation as the hard nubs were rocked into the chilly air of the room and left exposed.

Her pussy ached each time her father bucked forward, shoving open her inner lips and raping her hole until the bulbous head of his cock smashed against her cervix. Then he'd pull all the way out and, for a second, Katara hoped her nightmare might be over. Instead, she'd moan anew each time as she felt her precious slit being invaded once more as the brutal fucking continued.

Her throat, that prickled and stung each time she cried, was now tilted back and exposed with her father's massive paw clamped over it. The soft muscles there pushed and struggled to get air, or swallow saliva, or scream for help.

Katara felt her father's pace change. She knew something worse was coming soon and she prayed that Zuko would come back for her before this incestuous act bore permanent consequences. Her first instinct was to scream as Hakoda pulled the stained and soaked cloth from her mouth, but her father was quick to shut her up. What was he saying to her? Her departed mother liked this? Who could honestly enjoy this kind of treatment?!

But he wanted her to talk. This was her chance. She had only seconds to decide what to say, and how loudly. And suddenly she knew just what to say.

"Dad, please.. don't! Please stop! This is wrong! Please!" She begged her father to listen, to stop, untie her and let her go. But he hadn't been put off by her tears, so why did she think this would work. Desperate, Katara screamed as loud as she could. "DADDY PLEASE STOP THIS!!!!! GET OFF ME!! SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!!!!! HELP!!! HE'S RAPING ME!!!"
 
Anger filled Hakoda as Katara screamed rather than following his orders. In a moment of rage as he was deep inside his daughter. His cock already twitching and desiring release he grabbed Katara's arm and smashed it hard against the counter where she was tied down. The amount of pressure he put into his attack and the odd way her arm was bent already from being tied up made it an easy target. Never in his life had Katara been so disobediant to him, never in his life would he have imagined that he would loose his daughter to a fire bender, or that she have chosen to be the emperors whore over the moral center for her people, but he could see it now, she was nothing to him.

Her body was a toy for him, and as he broke her arm, he reached a climax as she screamed, not caring that she was in pain. he let the first few drops spill inside of her, but pulled out shortly after, the rest of his cum spilled over her. Soiling her brown skin with her fathers seed, watching as his milk, spilled onto her breasts and face he let out a satisfied groan. "You are no daughter of mine, they will kill you along with your boy toy in the morning, and I won't even blink."

He shoved his daughter, away leaving her tied up and laying in the mess he had made of her. He didn't bother to hide it considering that she had just screamed it. The men outside of this house were loyal too him, and while there would be questions, none would care. Perhaps her grand mother, but he wouldn't hear what that old crone had to say. As he turned to leave however the bedroom door exploded with fire. The prince hadn't been restrained, and he turned with fists ready to fight.

As Zuko charged Hakoda, the match up was over in an instant. Hakoda was larger than zuko. His body was an engine built on war, and he was as good with his hands as he was with his weapon. The impact Hakoda's fist made with Zuko's gut was loud enough that Katara could probably hear his ribs splinter against his side. "The power in your bending comes from your breath. Lets see what you can do with one less lung."

Zuko let out a pained gasp as he fell to the ground, and Katara's father walked off unchallenged and unopposed, leaving his daughter humiliated, and her lover broken. "If you repent before tomorrow i may let you live as a servant." Hakoda said as he walked off leaving the house.

Zuko gripped his side struggling to breath as he clutched his side shaking and wondering closer to Katara, making the situation worse as he tried to untie her, before loosing conciousness and falling over top of her. His face landing against her breasts and in a pool of her fathers cum, further spreading the mess the man had left on her.
 
Katara's shriek for help was instantly cut off by a sharp intake of breath as her father effortlessly smashed her arm into the counter and shattered the bone. Her body didn't even register the pain, but her brain knew something was horribly wrong. The makeshift restraints on her wrists now pulled to one side as one hand dangled useless and limp.

In that same instant, her father's fingers dug into Katara's skin and his massive cock buried itself deep inside her sloppy pussy. He snarled into her ear as his hips abruptly stopped thrusting. A fresh wave of tears spilled from Katara's closed eyelids as her father's forbidden spunk invaded her body. She was grateful when he quickly pulled out, until her skin was sprayed with the same hot drops.

How could he do this? Her was her father! He was supposed to love and protect her! Instead, he had abused her body, raped her like a cheap whore and disowned her. It didn't make sense. Now that it was over, Katara couldn't stop replaying every awful thing her father had just done in her mind. She could still smell his scent on her and feel his seed dripping from her gaping hole. She lay across the counter shaking from the violation she'd just suffered and shivering from the sudden lack of her father's body heat.

Everything sounded far away now. It felt like it had taken hours for Katara to turn her head at the sound of the door opening. She didn't remember blinking as Zuko entered the room and charged, slowly, at her vile father. The thought made her body tense, but the clenching of her vagina finally forced out Katara's orgasm. She didn't recognize her own voice as her hips ground her sensitive nub against the counter. Her vagina spasmed and forced some of the sticky mess out, sending it dribbling down her thigh.

Katara was useless and used. She could do nothing but moan in perverse pleasure as her own father took down her would-be rescuer with one well-timed punch. The sickening crunch of Zuko's rib impacting on Hakoda's fist made her toes tremble and curl, but she had no way to stop it or help him. Her lover had tried to save her from the mess she'd gotten herself into and in the end, had been beaten and broken.

She pleaded in mumbles as Hakoda left the room and Zuko crawled half-consciously to her side. She had forgotten about the jizz on her flesh until Zuko landed in it and the now cold, creamy liquid crawled across her skin into the depression made by his head. What was she supposed to do now? There was no one else who could help her. Her father was right: no one would believe her. Hakoda could easily blame Zuko for everything and the Fire Lord would be executed. Katara shuddered. There was no way she could let anything else happen. She [/i]had[/i] to get out of here! But how?!

"Zuko? Zuko! Wake up! Zuko!!" She tried calling to him, but he was out cold. With the way her father had punched the Fire Lord, Katara expected a broken rib or two. He may have passed out from the pain, or from having the wind knocked out of him, or both. But he was laying on her and a majority of his weight was awkwardly pressing her down against the counter.

Desperate and terrified, Katara could feel her senses kicking into high gear. She would have to do something about this herself. Now that her father was gone and her ordeal was over, she could think a little more clearly. Her blue eyes scanned the room around her, but there was nothing she could waterbend in sight. Something wet tickled her cheek and she sniffled. The drop fell the rest of hte way to the counter as Katara looked down. There was a literal puddle of tears beneath her.

What little adrenaline she had left kicked her brain into overdrive. If she could waterbend with a few drops of sweat, she could do it with tears.. and maybe with semen too. And while she'd never tried to waterbend without her hands to guide and shape the water, she knew it could be done.

Katara closed her eyes and focused on the tears. She reached out with her mind to feel the wetness on her cheek and the coolness on her skin as it moved. She grasped at the edges of the puddles, searching for that familiar sensation of waterbending. The fingers of her working hand twitched as her senses began to delineate between what was moisture and what was spongy or solid.

It felt like hours had passed when the first blobs loosened and arose from the counter. She detected their presence and concentrated on shaping them into a ball. Her good fingers wiggled back and forth now, working the pooled cum off of her body and joining it with her tears. She was disgustingly thankful that Hakoda had unloaded so much juice on her, since it gave her enough to work into a water blade.

Slowly, Katara began the process of using the water to slice through her bonds. Up and down her fingers wriggled until the tie that Zuko had tried to loosen finally fell free. Katara's broken arm lumped to her side as she wailed in pain. She'd have to do something about that, but first she needed to get Zuko off of her. Her good hand painstakingly raised his head enough for Katara to writhe out from under him, but not without pulling and crushing her already splintered arm.

At last, she was unbound and able to move freely, but she laid there like a broken doll beside her lover. She needed to move, to rouse Zuko and flee the village. But she lingered next to him, wallowing in her defilement. This was all her fault. If only she hadn't loved Zuko. If only she hadn't given in to that temptation. If only she hadn't used her blood bending or run away or told her father. She should have been happy with her lot in life as the Avatar's wife. So what if her needs weren't being met and she felt ignored most of the time. She brought this on herself because she was selfish. She should have been content with Aang's complacency. She deserved this punishment.

Katara looked over at Zuko. Her heart fluttered as she watched him, even though he was as broken as she was. No, they didn't deserve this. They were just trying to be happy, each in their own way. She shouldn't have cheated on Aang, but he shouldn't have ignored her needs. Her father had a right to punish her, but he'd crossed lines that should never have been crossed. Everything had been blown way out of proportion and it was about to get even worse if she didn't find a way out right now.

Resolve hardened her gaze and she slowly stood up on shaky legs. With her one good hand, Katara positioned the teary-cum-water over Zuko's chest and closed her eyes. It was harder to move with only one hand, and harder to sense the injury with such a small amount of water, but she had to do it. Something tingled suddenly and as she circled the nasty water around Zuko's bruising rib, she felt the puncture. Carefully, Katara molded her little puddle into a wider shape and held it on the injury. She could feel the organ's lining shift and she kept the healing going until the negative energy subsided.

Now that the lung was repaired, she had one last problem: the fluids inside Zuko. They were all mixed up and needed fixed, but she'd never tried bloodbending with just one hand. Nevertheless, she had to do it. Katara tossed the disgusting puddle onto the floor and pressed her good hand to Zuko's chest. The substance in his damaged lung reverberated against her palm. She focused her mind on drawing it all out and expelling every bit of liquid so he could breathe properly again. Katara's fingers on her bad hand bent and twisted as the fingers of her good hand clawed Zuko's abdomen. She felt it now, his blood force. Each pump echoed through her thoughts, growing louder and more corporeal until she was able to grasp the ebb and flow in his veins. Katara hunted for the foreign goop in Zuko's lung cavity and latched onto it. In one swift motion that cracked her pinky backward on her bad hand, she expelled the pooled mixture out of Zuko's open mouth and flung it onto the floor. It was done.

Exhausted, she fell back against Zuko, though she was careful not to lay on top of him. "Zuko.. please wake up. We have to get out of here. Zuko? I need you. Please, say something!"
 
Zuko breathed hard and rasping at times his body just shuddered as he remained unconcious but as Katara worked his body to heal him he started to breath more normally as his body was mended. As he was pushed off of her albeit gently his body was slumped over the counter, and as she pushed him he fell to the ground in a heap though a much more peaceful heap.

When she removed the blood from his lungs he coughed a heavy rasping breath and his body shuddered for a moment before his yellow eyes finally opened. His entire body felt sore as he slowly looked around him. When he came too he could hear Katara's soft voice sobbing that she needed him. He slowly rose back from the land of the dead.

He coughed and sputtered for a moment. His eyes searching the room and finding Katara's soft body, the tears in her eyes caused him to pause for a moment. Normally waking up with his head in Katara's naked lap would have been a dream come true, but remembering everything that had come before it he softly reached his hand up to her face to gently cup her cheek. Brushing his hand along her body gently. "I'm so sorry."

Zuko shuddered for a moment as he got up offering his hand to Katara and softly picking her up to her feet. His hands softly embracing her. Holding her against his chest so that she could do whatever she needed to feel some pillar of stability. He hadn't heard what had been going on until it had been much too late. While he had been betrayed by his own family long ago and left with the scars of that day for the rest of his life, just looking around him told a story so much worse than what Ozai had done to him.

Then looking at her arm he helped to untie her hands seeing how her one arm had been broken he swallowed hard suddenly rather unsure of what he could do to help this. "Can you heal that?"

Without waiting for her answer he went to what accounted for a sink pulling the pump to draw out some of the harsh cold water and making sure that it pooled deep enough for Katara to use on her broken arm. "I made an escape route, but we're still going to be on this land mass come tomorrow. I don't know where we can run that would be far enough away. Where we could go that would actually be safe. I can only get us out of this cabin."
 
Katara closed her eyes. Whatever energy she had left seemed to flee from her body the moment that Zuko sat up. He was alive. It was suddenly all that mattered to her. Her breath grew raspy as her broken arm throbbed to life. She drew the dangling appendage to her chest with sharp cries of pain, but it was not the only thing that hurt.

Her pussy ached. Her lower abdomen throbbed. Her thighs and ass were too hot and too cold at the same time. For several long minutes, as the adrenaline left her body and normal feeling returned to it, she re-discovered all the things that had been done to her. Each bump, bruise and tear reverberated anew with stinging, lingering pain. Then it was over. Zuko's hand cupped her cheek and she remembered what a gentle touch felt like. Her eyes opened with new tears in them, but she had nothing to say.

What could she say? She had done this. She gave in to lust hoping for a chance at real love. She'd ruined her marriage all by herself. She'd betrayed her people and if her father had his way, she would be the reason the world fell back into war and chaos. Everything was her fault. And all because she just wanted to know what it was like to be loved and wanted.

She couldn't speak, not yet. If she did, the torrent of tears would break and she'd be utterly useless. She swallowed hard against the urge to give up and let loose the storm. She accepted Zuko's help up and found herself in an embrace. Her body stiffened in response, but Zuko just held her. His arms wrapped around her and stayed locked behind her back. His hands didn't wander, his hips didn't gyrate against her, he simply held her.

It was too much. Katara melted in his arms, finally giving into the terror and despair welling up inside her body. She molded to his form while her arms pressed against his hips. She cried, she wailed, she sobbed, she shuddered, and he held on. His embrace was safe; it was patient and it endured until Katara pulled away.

Dozens of minutes passed before Katara calmed down enough to think. Only her arm and her spirit were broken. The rest of her remained more or less intact, though it remained to be seen what would become of her sexual exploits. No one else would come for her or Zuko until the morning. Which means they had that long to escape. She had no intention of staying, now that she knew her father's plans. She would live a lifetime in exile with Zuko before she spent one more day enslaved to her father.

Zuko untied her hands and the broken arm flopped to her side. Unbound, it looked much worse than it had before. It bent in all the wrong ways, but thankfully the bone had not punctured her skin. When asked if she could fix it, Katara only shrugged. Maybe? She hoped so, but she needed to submerge it in water. Zuko already had a plan for that, though.

He stoppered up the kitchen basin and pumped the water in until the sink was three quarters full. Katara placed her ruined arm within the water as carefully as possible. It hurt and she winced, but once it was submerged the coolness of the liquid had a calming effect on her psyche. Katara took a moment to center herself and quiet her mind. She sunk her good hand into the water and let moved it in small figure 8's above her broken arm. Then she could feel it. The broken bone, the torn ligament, the displaced veins and nerves and all the pain her mind was keeping her numb to.

Katara choked on a scream as everything hit her at once. Her body froze and she leaned her weight heavily against the counter. She remained there for several minutes, catching her breath. When she felt recovered enough to try again, Katara began the figure 8's once more. The bone creaked and shifted, and Katara howled in agony but didn't lose her healing glow. Again she moved the bone a few millimeters and again a loud, mournful cry burst from her throat. This went on for several minutes until finally she'd positioned the bone correctly. Katara used her healing to minimize and remove the bruises on her arm, and realign the inner wiring before focusing on the bone itself. The glow from within the water brightened, then dimmed as it passed from the basin to inside her arm. Her brown skin shone a brilliant copper color as she worked her magic.

Suddenly, the fingers of her broken arm wiggled! Before long, she was able to open and close her fist and feel the water with her hand. The arm would need to be wrapped, but it could now heal itself and Katara would still be able to use it. She shot a victorious glance at Zuko as she lifted both arms out of the basin. The left arm still had a funny bend to it, but it was significantly improved from before. Plus, now she could use her fingers on that hand again! She was going to need them if they were going to escape.

"Show me your escape route? I think I know where we can hide." She planned on returning to the volcanic cave. At least it was warm there and they could stay until they formed a better plan. Maybe Toph would help them? But she was in Republic City with Aang, Sokka and Suki. If they could get to the Fire Nation, she was certain that Zuko had contacts who would help. But that was across the world from where they were. The Northern Water Tribe would likely imprison them on sight, so they couldn't go there. But there were more than a few earth colonies they had befriended in their journey years ago, so maybe they could use those people as stopping points on the way to the Fire Nation?

Maybe. But if they didn't escape this village by morning, nothing else would matter. Zuko would be executed and Katara would become her father's whore. She shuddered at that horrible outcome. No, they had to get out.
 
Zuko had to avert his eyes from the repair process that Katara was undergoing. It wasn't that it was painful to look at, he knew at least what it felt like to break an arm, and to be in great physical pain, but watching someone he cared about be in pain was always something that made him nauseous not to mention the fact that he had to watch her put her arm back into the right place.

Wincing still he let Katara work through the pain, the most he did was support her in the instant that he felt like she was about to fall over, his hand on her back as he held her for a moment.

The other thing he did was go about her room while she worked and gathered up fresh, clean clothing. They had been locked up in the house she had been staying in after all, and while escaping was a priority escaping naked into cold of the night did not sound like the greatest plan. His mind was a little off from the current view he had of Katara.

There were no clean wrappings or underwear but he did find clean outer layers for her. He came back after a moment of silence, and handed her the clothing. Seeing that she had use of her arm again, he did one more thing, his hand brushed along her face for a soft moment before he kissed Katara's lips. It was a soft reassuring kiss paired with a brush of her hair and the silent assurance that nothing would happen to her from here on out.

He had failed to protect her the first time, but he wouldn't settle for that.

"Follow me." after she had gotten dressed Zuko pulled her towards the bedroom, He had been lucky that Katara's father had not checked the bedroom, because in the moment of her scream he hadn't put the room back together. He had cut the hole under the bed, small enough for one person to slip through at a time, he hadn't bothered with stairs rather it was more like a smooth slide into the ice. "Took me a while to find a place where the ice was thick enough."

The tunnel was dark, and small, and the two had to crawl their way under the building, the only light would come from Zuko's fire as he held a small wisp of fire in his hands making the already cramped space, hot, and heavy as the fire stole just as much air as the two people in the cave. It also caused the odd drip of water and creaking noise.

Not knowing which way to go Zuko had chosen only to cut in one constant strait direction, which he had measured out from the room he had started in. By going this way he had assumed that they would be able to cut under the village, however as time went on, and the clostrophobic setting became more so, there was a crack as Zuko hit more brittle ice that hadn't been prepared for the weight of two people.

"That... didn't happen befo~" His voice gave away to the sudden breaking of ice, and the two fell forward, down another path and another slide, this time thick with ocean water, tumbling and rolling Zuko landed hard against the smooth glacial surface the fire dying as he lost concentration, and all light going out as they fell into a cavern under the nation, one that had been used and carved out long ago to protect the people of the tribe from fire nation raiders.
 
Katara awoke in the dark, cold and alone. If Zuko was anywhere nearby, she couldn't tell. Had they fallen? Where were they? Not for the first time, she wished she had been blessed with firebending.

Taking care with how she moved, Katara felt blindly around in the ice tunnel. Her throat was raw from earlier, but she needed to find the Fire Lord.

"Zuko? Zuko where are you?" There was a note of panic in her voice but she was careful to keep it down to a loud whisper. "Please show me where you are! I cant see anything. I need you."

But the ice remained still. What if they had been separated in the fall? Zuko would freeze to death and she would be blind and lost in undergeound ice catacombs forever!

Panic motivated Katara as she pulled her knees beneath her body and slowly stood up. She couldn't reach the ice ceiling even with her arms outstretched so she guessed this part of the tunnel must be wider. How wide? And how far did they fall? She took a few gentle steps across the darkness, hoping for some kind of answer.

After four steps, she met an ice wall. Her fingers probed it for clues. It was smooth and well made. The normal ripples and imperfections seen in natural ice walls were missing from this one. It was almost as if someone made it.

A fragment of a history lesson long forgotten popped into Katara's head. Something about underground caverns carved out in the early days of the war as a shelter for the southern tribes. As the war raged on and the southern water benders were killed or captured, the passageways and caverns were sealed or forgotten. If the two of them had stumbled into an old escape tunnel, there was a good chance they'd make it out to the surface again.

That is, once she found her lover.

Katara leaned against the wall and dared call out his name. He had to be here. He had to be. "ZUKO!! Where are you!!"
 
Zuko let out a loud groan, when he heard his name practically being screamed. He got up slowly from where he had landed and was laying, the shock to his system of having landed on his back passing him as he checked over himself. He could hear her voice, but was unsure of where he was hearing it from. He tried opening his eyes, and the shade of darkness changed, but he couldn't even see his own hands. "Katara? Where are you?"

He got to his feet, and opened his hand with a breath he created and held aloft a single flame. Like the sun warriors had taught him, keeping the flame alive with every breath and heart beat he took the small torch helped to illuminate the room they were in. It wasn't all ice, a lot of it was carved into the rock that was under the southern water tribe. The chamber they had fallen into was a large one, large enough that when he walked to one end of the room, the other end wasn't visible, then again he only really made enough light for about twenty feet of visibility.

Walking towards Katara's voice he found her rather easily, the only other person in the tunnel, he quickly pulled her into a hug, and then because that simply wasn't enough he pressed his lips against hers in a heated welcoming kiss. Showing his passion for her as he held her close his hand against her hip. If the two had time he would have showed her exactly how much everything meant. The room had a relative feel of safety, but they weren't out of the freezer yet.

When the kiss broke he stood illuminated by the fire. After all that had happened the two of them were still alive, and together, and together they could escape this hell hole, but first they had to figure out which way lead out of the village. "When I came here so many years ago, it only took one small warship to nearly conquer your entire village, now I can't even get out of here."

Oh how times have changed.

His eyes went to the walls, and on them small paintings. He was probably the first fire bender to ever step foot in this place, and the story the walls told were a touch chilling. Each painting recounted the raids set upon them by the fire nation for so many years. Telling how the numbers of the village had gone from thousands, to hundreds, to where it stood now with only dozens of families. Guilt passed his features as he realized what he had just said and where he had said it. These tunnels were built to be a refuge from him, a place to stash children, and women to escape the village as it came under attack. Now it was helping to protect a fire bender from it's own people.

Walls don't understand irony, nor do they judge.

Zuko's examinations though did lead him to figuring out which way was out. When he touched the wall he found it to be textured, he took Katara's hand and showed her what he was looking at. When they shaped the stone, they had done so that by touching the wall one could feel the direction of the cave. "This way leads out."
 
She heard his voice. Turned toward it. "Zuko! Where? Where are you?!"

Nearby, a flame burst into existence. It was too far away to light her immediate surroundings, but she knew who was on the other end. A ripple of relief ran through her. He was alive. He was ok. They would make it.

It didn't take him long to reach her. She craved his embrace, but with her eyes closed it was too easy to relive the assault she'd just suffered. She shuddered in his arms as his lips touched hers. No! She loved Zuko! Hakoda would NOT take that from her! The second time was easier. She kept her blue eyes open, hooked on that beautiful scar. How many times had she offered to fix it now? She'd lost count. He always declined. It was one of many things she admired about him.

Katara kept hold of Zuko's hand as they pulled apart. They needed to get moving. Their escape would be discovered, and so too would this place. As a child, she hadn't thought these caverns to be real. Now, standing in one, she hoped they could find a way out.

The carved stories were fascinating. Had she more time and been in less danger, she might have been able to appreciate them. But things as they were, she was happy to follow Zuko's lead.

The main cavern gave way to a small tunnel, maybe two shoulders across. From there, it branched several times, but each time the carvings pointed the way. It felt like they were hopelessly lost underground when finally they rounded a corner and a speck of daylight shone through the ceiling. Katara stared at it. There was something... odd about the way it moved.

As the pair continued down the tunnel, she also noticed a humming sound growing stronger. The ceiling here was patchy and allowing bits of the sun to shine down, but the holes were small. It wasn't until they found one spot large enough for a person to climb through that Katara figured out why everything was off.

They were under the water. This tunnel was built by waterbenders out of the icy waters so they could escape. They probably collapsed parts of it to keep the people safe while also drowning the fire nation soldiers. Which meant that once the waterbenders had been all rounded up, these tunnels couldn't be used. Katara stood under the clear spot in the ceiling. It was circular, almost like it had been carved out. But was it an escape route or was it a safety flood? She glanced ahead of them. There was still more ground to cover. Perhaps she could mark it and come back if-

"Figure out which way they went! Flush him out and get these on her hands quick!"

Katara spun around to face the way they had come. There were footfalls now. And voices. But the ice tunnels made everything echo, there was no way of telling how far away they were! She glanced up at the opening.

"Zuko, step back." She took a breath to calm her racing heart. Her hands flew up, fingers splayed. The ice above her head cracked. She smirked. Shifting her weight to her back foot, she lunged forward and brought both hands down. The ice creaked and cleaved itself in twain. Frigid water rushed into the tunnel, but she was quick to shelter Zuko from it. One hand worked behind her, forming an ice cap between them. The other hand kept the icy water from flooding the tunnel. Once he was safe, she wrapped herself in a bubble and began forming a second cap. With any luck, their pursuers would think it was a dead end.

When Katara finished, she took a moment to propel herself to the surface. She knew this landscape better than Zuko and had hoped to recognize where they might be. The sunlight blinded her for a few moments once her head emerged, but it didn't take long for her eyes to adjust. But a quick scan of their surroundings proved fruitless. Disheartened, Katara dove back under the surface and swam down to Zuko's tunnel. She bore a hole through the ice on the bottom of the tunnel and pulled herself up out of the water.

"That should slow them down, I hope. But I have no idea where we are. I guess we just have to trust in those markings to lead us out."
 
It was amazing that these tunnels had been under this village the entire time. When he had first arrived to the Southern tribe all those years ago, he had thought them all to be pathetic, but while Katara had gone off swimming to halt the advance of her own tribe to buy them more time to travel these long forgotten halls under the ice. He had studied the stories and art of the tunnel. The paintings that told the story of the water benders sacrificing themselves time and time again so that the rest of their village could survive.

Zuko knew more about the story of the southern raiders, the men and women whom manned those old warships, who came to the south to fight and expand the fire nations reach, to find the future avatar after the air bender had vanished from sight. It was a story that usually ended with the majority of ships not coming home, to families, being cut short and drowned among the ice.

Of course they were always the invading force, Zuko had learned not to view history from the view he had been taught in schools, the fire nations indoctrination was still something he was fighting, and the colonies were something that he was trying desperately to fix, though some had been there for over a hundred years, the oldest of them was where Aang was currently instead of this summit.

A summit that turned out to be a plot on his life.

Zuko let out a sigh. He watched Katara return, and helped her up out of the ice water. He knew she could dry herself, but he still kept her close as he was holding the light source, the small flame that would help her keep warm. "These tunnels have to come out somewhere."

Even so in the dark underground it was hard to judge time of all things. It was hard for him to figure out just how long they were down here. On occassion the fire would get a little too hot, draining too much of the air around them causing him to sweat, and when it became hard to breath he would snuff it out, and walk with a hand on the wall, and the other hand would take Katara's leading her like he knew where they were going. Till the tunnels got cold again at which point he could pull his hand away from the wall and restart the fire, but never once did he let go of Katara she was too precious.


When they came to the end of the tunnel it was a hidden exit. A wall of ice that they could escape from. Cutting it open didn't take too much effort and they were rewarded with the fading twilight of evening. They had walked almost all day, but they were out in the open.

And what's more there were docks down below. signs of civilization and candles burning in the twilight of night. A ship at the moors. This wasn't the water tribe, it was a bit larger, it was a port built onto their land. Zuko didn't recognize the village which only meant that this place would be better for them. "If we can get onto that boat than we can get back to the fire nation." and from the fire nation he could return Katara to her family, her husband in the colonies....

he almost wanted to ask her to stay in the fire nation with him.
 
Katara had been on the run before. She had thought that those days were behind her now. The world had started traveling the rocky road to peace with her husband Aang leading the way. She had even begun to rebuild her own tribe with the help of her Northern brothers and Master Pakku. Everyone was doing their part to heal the wounds and unite the world.

And here she was, throwing it all away because her own feelings. Because of dreams and wishes and other nonsense things. But then Zuko took her hand and it was like her path made sense. She had made this decision herself. She'd allowed her passion to get the better of her and she didn't regret what she'd done with him. Had she not bloodbended her own tribesmen, their secret rendezvous would have remained just that. Secret. But she had done the impossible, and now she was a fugitive. Nothing could go back to how it was before.

Katara squeezed Zuko's hand. Having him near was a comfort that she desperately needed. She didn't mind the occasional lack of light. He was there.

When they finally broke through the ice barrier and onto the open ice, she breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it. She scanned the small port. Neither it nor the ship bore flags, and the area was unfamiliar to Katara. Hopefully these people hadn't been informed of her new criminal status. It would be even better if they didn't know who she was!

She looked up at her lover. The hint of a smile spread across her face. They had made it. "As long as I'm with you, i don't care where we go."
 
For Zuko holding her hand was a bit like stealing a treasure. He didn't have an empress or anyone by his side that he was hurting by stealing Katara away to the fire nation. Aang was a close friend and he had betrayed him by falling in love, and yet as his thumb ran over the back of Katara's hand it seemed worth it. The choice had already been made and Zuko had no regrets.

He leaned over and nodded knowing that the two of them would face hardships together. He placed his lips against hers. "I won't leave yourside."

He approached the ship, it looked oddly familiar but he couldn't exactly place it. He recalled the class being a junk, popular among the earth nation and colonies but the exact reason it was familiar escaped him. They approached the ship and Zuko stood tall.

"We need to get to the fire nation."

The man a lanky guy who greeted them at the port missing a hand ful of teeth, he smelled like he hadn't bathed in a day or two, but considering that he wasn't brandishing a weapon at them Zuko was willing to forgive any physical flaws. "What part of the fire nation exactly? Also this ain't a taxi ya'll need to work or pay."

Zuko sighed withdrawing a bag of coins and passing it yo the man. It was everything he had on him. "Ember island." It was close to the colony city Aang was building and close to where they were. From there they could send a hawk to Aang and the rest of the team.

"Well that would about do it, we can get yah nice and settled." The mans eyes leered over Katara. "We will set sail at dawn."

Zuko looked around. "Anyway we could we get underway now?"

"What you lot runnin from the law or something?"
 
Katara glared back at the sailor. He was smelly and lecherous. She had reservations about procuring this particular vessel, but there weren't any other options. And technically she was now a fugitive. Beggars couldn't be choosers, as the saying went. She held Zuko's hand a bit tighter. He promised not to leave her side. She knew he wouldn't break that promise.

At the mention of dawn as their departure time, her face balanched. Surely she would have been discovered by then! No, they HAD to leave sooner! Her pursuers were clever, not to mention excellent trackers. If they found her...

Katara shivered. She never wanted to see her father again. The things he had promised to do to her if she had remained in the village were so unbearable, she wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't already raped her. He had become an evil and despicable man, spurred on by hatred and taunted by loss. She had to warn Sokka. Her father might turn on Suki next!

They had to leave right that instant. Katara leveled her gaze at the sailor.

"Wouldn't it be better to leave now while the tide is still high and you can sail out past the hidden iceburgs? In the morning it will be low tide and you'll have to go slowly and painstakingly navigate so you miss them."

She paused for an answer but he didnt seem to be taking the bait. Katara sighed.

"Look, we will pay you double to leave right now. Take us to Ember Island and we will get you the coin once we arrive. Please."
 
At the promise of double payment the man became a bit more animated, he paused for a moment, and nodded as if he considered it. Then he looked at Katara his eyes were lustful in their hunger. A look that Zuko missed as he was more preoccupied with the view of the small port. He was trying to figure out exactly where they situated, and why such a port was here. It wasn't a place he recognized, but with all the expansion of the southern water tribe, and the release of prisoners, he had not expected the creation of a black market port.

The man nodded. "With double the price, we can get underway... within the hour." He said happily. He ushered them towards the boat. The junk was an intimate little vessel, it's crew of six men each one looked about as homely as the man who had greeted them. Some smiled, others seemed to yawn as they were now waking up as they were now being forced to get their boat underway more quickly then they had anticipated. As they moved about it became kind of obvious how the ship would go underway at low tide, as two of the men began to move the water around the ship helping to get it ready by bending it the waves away from the docks.

The two men, were the fatest among them, a strong smell of swamp air hung to them as did the mud and leaves. The two men took a look at Katara, yellow teethed smiles lit their mouths for a moment. "Heya, you're purty."

Zuko ushered himself closer to his water bender, taking Katara's hand. He felt uncomfortable, but for the moment this crew was his only hope out of the water tribe areas.
 
"Eheh.." Katara let out a shy chuckle. He was hideous. They all were. She knew many sailors and these ones seemed less than reputable. She gripped Zuko as they were ushered aboard. He promised to never leave her side and she was grateful. These men had a lustful sparkle in their eyes.

One of the more rotund sailors took them below decks and pointed out the kitchen and mess area, then led them to the sleeping quarters. There were no bedrooms on the boat, only one large area filled with wooden beams and strung with several hammocks. Katara's brow furrowed. They wouldn't be sleeping in a private room? She glanced at Zuko. As long as his hammock was beside hers, it ought to be ok. She couldn't exactly demand a room, since that would require revealing their identities. So for now this would have to do.

"Put yer things in this barrell. It's watertight. Elephantseal grease. We'll be casting off soon," The sailor said, and then he left.

Katara took a deep breath. They made it. They were finally safe. Nothing was ideal but they were together and alive. That was enough.
 
Zuko wished more than he ever had before that his ship hadn't been blown up. Aside from the fact that it would have been a much faster journey with a steam ship this crew lacked the discipline that his original crew had. They also wouldn't have to share space with these people. Still he felt a drain in his body, and the sounds of a boat at sea, be it wood or steam were mostly the same, the creaks and soft bounce under his feet told him that they were at sea. For now it seems they were safe, still there was something about this Junk that was a bit unsettling like he had seen it before. He also saw the way the men looked at Katara, and felt the way she pressed against him.

He tossed his bag in the barrel, and had Katara take the hammock against the wall since they were arranged by twos he would sleep on the one on the outside. A few days travel and this ship would be little more than a bad memory. Plus he was pretty sure that the two of them could take on any fight that they came across here. He moved to the kitchen area and found the supply of fresh water, taking a cup he drank for a moment feeling his body shiver, he breathed a heated breath for a moment just drawing out heat from the fire within him to make sure that the chill from the south wore off.

"We're safe." He said sitting on the hammock looking towards Katara. They had escaped, and in a few short days they would be on the warm shores of the fire nation. Still he had seen the way the men had looked at Katara. He leaned closer to her, and whispered that they would sleep in shifts. She could sleep first, and he would wake her in a few hours once he felt tired enough to sleep. He would watch over her and keep her safe.

at least that had been his plan, and it had been a rather good plan for the first few hours. Watching Katara sleep while he stayed up and watched the crew he was a bit bored, at one point he was offered some food, taking it and eating some fish and rice, the taste was a bit odd, but nothing that really set off a warning, a few minutes after the meal though he started to feel a bit woozy on his feat. "Wha," he felt a fist from one of the men contact his shoulder, and his arm went limp, he turned and tried to fling some fire before he felt his arm get slapped and twisted, a nerve pinched and another hit against his gut. His body stopped responding as he collapsed backwards.

He blacked out, shortly after that, a mix of poison and in his system and the chi blocking putting him down. "Get him in irons." The crew commanded, and quickly Zuko's hands were slapped with metal cuffs, a specail type made during the war that covered the users hands making fire bending impossible, a metal cover was placed over his mouth gagging him, and his feet were cuffed together, in short he wouldn't be burning anyone but himself.

Two men approached the Hammock that Katara laid in, and grabbed her hands waking her up to the site of a man holding a knife to Zuko's throat, and a familiar man in a bold pirate hat. "You know, years ago, a young water bender stole something very valuable from me and my crew, and an exiled fire lord proceeded to cause me no end of problems. Piracy ain't what it used to be since the war ended, but I don't forget those that wrong me. It's been a long time miss. So how do you plan to pay for the scrolls you stole? With interest of course."
 
Zuko's idea was good. It put Katara's fears to rest. He would keep her safe and she would in turn keep him safe. In a few days they would be in the fire nation and all these troubles would seem like a bad nightmare. Maybe Aang would come for her, but it would be to talk. Katara knew she could explain herself to him if Zuko was by her side. She fell asleep quickly, imagining her new life with her lover.

In her dream, Zuko cradled her body and caressed her shoulders. He said something that made her blush. Then she was shaken awake by rough hands. She opened her eyes to see Zuko bound and threatened. Katara narrowed her eyes and reflexively reached for her waterskin.

"Think real hard bout yer next move, miss. Would hate for my hard to... slip." The captain grinned maliciously.

Katara froze. She struggled against the sailor holding her arms and glared up at yhe captain. "I remember you now. You stole that scroll! It was never yours. Let him go!"

The captain's grin only deepened. "Wrong answer, miss." He pressed the knife against the exposed flesh of Zuko's neck, slicing slowly. The cut measured almost an inch. It wasnt too deep but it bled immediately.

"STOP!! Don't hurt him!" Katara panicked, her stony demeanor crumbling in seconds. "We can give you however much gold you want for it once we get to Ember Island. Just please, don't hurt him."
 
"Oh I think the fire nation will pay handsomely for the return of their lord and commander, that's he is going to pay for his transgressions girl." The emphases he put on the word along with the way he pointed towards Zuko made it assured that the captain was rather serious about harming Zuko to control her, but also that the male prisoner was valuable. However the lustful eyes of the crew and the laughter from around the room assured that they wanted her to pay for her travels in a very different way.

"His water tribe consort on the other hand? Well, I doubt anyone is willing to pay for you so I suggest you start making a rather sweet impression, and keep us entertained for the duration of the stay." The captain walked closer to her, another man trading spots to hold a blade to the unconscious body of Zuko, keeping a blade to his throat the blood already drawn barely made him twitch, the poison did it's duty in keeping him knocked out.

He reached out a hand and brushed his hand along her shoulder, exposing more of her dark skin as he did. Before moving a hand up her face and gently patting her on the cheek.

"Or are you the avatar's wife still? Hmm, I don't think he has much in the way of material possessions to pay for you." He slapped her face the sound loud enough to make Zuko's body twitch from the shock of it. As the captain looked over Katara. "Ever done a strip tease before? I suggest ye be learning."
 
Katara's eyes widened. He couldn't possibly... No. Not again. Never again! She grit her teeth and glared at the captain with eyes cold as ice. Any doubts that she had were made abundantly clear when his disgusting hand slithered across her skin. She shuddered away from him but she was already in his grasp. He stroked her cheek. She flinched.

"Get your hands off me!" She barked at him and yanked her face away.

Then he made his intentions clear. Katara growled at his ridiculous request. "Grrr!" She slapped his hand away. "I won't. Don't touch me. You're disgusting."
 
"Well she won't take the easy way, so no need to be gentle with her." The captain stepped back with a bow, and returned to threatening Zuko as two larger men, the large swamp benders grabbed Katara.

The larger, more rotund men, smelled like mud and filth as the forced the smaller woman to her knees. Ripping the blue fabric of her clothes in the struggle pulling the clothes off of her to once again leave her bare on an uncomfortable ground.

They also beat her in the struggle. Large fists pounded her beautiful frame, hitting her stomach, and face, one punch cracked along her left cheek with enough force to leave a bruise along her pretty face.

Once she was stripped beaten and pushed onto the ground, the humiliation was only beginning. The captain was quick to remind her that this could have been much more pleasant for her if she had co-operated. Her mothers necklace was ripped off her neck. Replaced with the weight of a thick collar and leash used to walk and tame a platypus-bear. All before something cold, and metal a plug with no warming, no lubricant was pressed to Katara's asshole, the broad muscles of the men holding her down slowly forcing the toy into her ass.
 
Katara fought back. She screamed, punched, kicked, anything to keep their grubby hands off her. She felt the water under the boat and sent the small vessel rocking to knock them off balance. Waves crashed against wood harder that Katara expected, sending her wheeling sideways into the arms of one of the swampbenders. He grinned as he ripped her robes open with one hand. She shoved him, but he caught her wrist and twisted her arm behond her back. She wailed as something popped in her shoulder.

Before she knew it, her arms were bent and bound behind her back and her knees were bent and bound beneath her. Once the hogtie was complete, Katara found herself naked and kneeling on the floor. Her bare ass stuck straight up, exposing both her holes to the pirate's leering eyes. The skin of her breasts pushed into the floorboards as one ofnthe pirates stepped on her shoulders. Another pirate grabbed her hair and lifted her head up before clamping a heavy metal collar around her neck. Katara struggled against their force but couldn't best them.

Fingers poked into her asshole. She screamed and jerked away. Hands spread her cheeks open and held her ass in place. Something cold pressed against her sore opening.

"No! NO! Please!!! Stop!! Ahhhh!!!"

There was no gentleness. No foreplay. No lubricant. Just a cold, hard, dry object instantly violating her asshole. Katara's screams turned into wails as tears streamed down her face. The object penetrated her ass further and deeper until suddenly it stopped. Her collar was tugged on with the metal chain. Katara lifted her neck and tried to pull away but the collar rubbed against her swollen jaw. She winced. With her ass impaled on something hard and cold and her hands bound behind her back, she had to balance and use her toned core to lift her battered, bruised body off the ground.

"You won't get away with thi-ahhhh!!!" Katara was lifted by her collar until her large, pert breasts were in full view. She started to yell at the pirates but one of them clamped his teeth down on her bullseye of an areola, biting her tender nipple and grinding it between his teeth.
 
The men tormented Katara's body. Biting down on her breasts, hitting her if she spoke up too much. She was a toy in their larger hands. The men made a parade out of her, forcing her up to her unsteady feet, and pulling her by her chains forcing her to walk while her ass still had the plug stuck inside of her, the soft pelt of a raccoon dog hanging from the metal craftsmanship giving her a tail that hung down between her legs. The men around her laughed at the war hero, turned usable hole as she was brought to the center of the room so all eyes could be on her.
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In the corner Zuko locked away, still unconscious started to stir fom all the loud screams and cheering, his hands locked to cold metal, giving him an immediate sense of danger causing him to revive in a panic. Only to realize that he was chained to a wall, unable to move more than a few feet as his lover was being further humiliated and played with, again he was left only to watch as Katara would be violated, again his frustration grew, but with a metal mask on his face, gagged, and his hands and feet locked, the fire bender had no means of attack that wouldn't leave him in agony.

Bringing her into the center of the room putting the bitch on full display, the captain walked forward as Katara was pulled again to her knees. a strap of leather, with a metal hole was brought forward. "Get away with it? no one can stop us, now if you don't mind your screaming is getting rather annoying A hole shouldn't have so much to say." Grabbing her hair he forced the ring gag into her mouth tying it tight to her jaw so it would keep her mouth open and usable by the men around her. "Till you learn how to speak, it's best you not speak at all."

Holding her hair, he pulled down his pants, giving her a nice view of what was to come, the veiny thick slab of cock meat was messy, his bush was thick and untamed it smelled a bit like salt water, and before she could really process what was happening it was being shoved into her mouth which was now forced to stay open even as his cock pressed past her tongue and into her throat.
 
The men tormented Katara's body. Biting down on her breasts, hitting her if she spoke up too much. She was a toy in their larger hands. The men made a parade out of her, forcing her up to her unsteady feet, and pulling her by her chains forcing her to walk while her ass still had the plug stuck inside of her, the soft pelt of a raccoon dog hanging from the metal craftsmanship giving her a tail that hung down between her legs. The men around her laughed at the war hero, turned usable hole as she was brought to the center of the room so all eyes could be on her.
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In the corner Zuko locked away, still unconscious started to stir fom all the loud screams and cheering, his hands locked to cold metal, giving him an immediate sense of danger causing him to revive in a panic. Only to realize that he was chained to a wall, unable to move more than a few feet as his lover was being further humiliated and played with, again he was left only to watch as Katara would be violated, again his frustration grew, but with a metal mask on his face, gagged, and his hands and feet locked, the fire bender had no means of attack that wouldn't leave him in agony.

Bringing her into the center of the room putting the bitch on full display, the captain walked forward as Katara was pulled again to her knees. a strap of leather, with a metal hole was brought forward. "Get away with it? no one can stop us, now if you don't mind your screaming is getting rather annoying A hole shouldn't have so much to say." Grabbing her hair he forced the ring gag into her mouth tying it tight to her jaw so it would keep her mouth open and usable by the men around her. "Till you learn how to speak, it's best you not speak at all."

Holding her hair, he pulled down his pants, giving her a nice view of what was to come, the veiny thick slab of cock meat was messy, his bush was thick and untamed it smelled a bit like salt water, and before she could really process what was happening it was being shoved into her mouth which was now forced to stay open even as his cock pressed past her tongue and into her throat.
 
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