MOMENTS IN TIME
1: HOUSE OF SECRETS
AUTHOR'S NOTES
This takes place one year after the series finale (the attack by Kuvira).
This story is meant as a series of drabbles; defined as a short work of fiction. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space
Italics are the names of things.
'This' represents people's thoughts.
Horizontal rulers (lines across the page) are page breaks.
-X- means small time skips.
Warning; Femslash, BDSM, Sex toy references.
DISCLAIMER; I don't own any of the characters or concepts involved in Avatar Legend of Korra or any related Avatar franchise. This is non profit.
Republic city, one year after Kuvira's attack on Republic City (Korra 22, Asami 23)
The Sato estate holds many secrets. Here, the courageous Yasuko Sato conducted secret missions to acquire and transmit evidence of council and police corruption before her death. Here, the broken Hiroshi Sato had designed plans and weapons to wage war on Republic City and perhaps later the world. Now there are new secrets...
Well concealed doors activated by hidden switches, led down flights of stairs constructed in secret by both Avatar Korra's earthbending and her lovers engineering genius to a subterranean complex...
Asami Sato, current CEO of Future Industries, beloved philanthropist and hero of Republic City strode from the walk-in closet of her secret lair, her high heels clacked against the bending synthesized stone as she approached her 'prey'.
She was tall, slender and graceful, goddess-like in stance. Wrapped in a red leather fetish version of one of more standard outfits. A corset pressed in her already perfect waist and further enhanced her perfect breasts and perfectly toned and round ass, showcasing her assets astonishingly. Her limbs were long and graceful, her face heart-breakingly lovely and framed by near waist length curls of raven hair. Eyes, glistening with intelligence and wit drew and captured countless people.
And speaking of 'capturing people'…
Past the freight elevator that carried heavier equipment down to her basement/torture dungeon, in the center of the room designated 'The machine room' was a truly unimaginable sight;
Avatar Korra.
Naked.
Tied up.
With a new invention of Asami's called a Masturbation saddle known as The Storm between her legs.
Okay, so Korra being tied up wasn't so unimaginable. Everything else would have been a few months ago though...
END DRABBLE 1