Thread: Avatar: Fire & Water (East & StarSiren)

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 ihadi 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!