Imprisoned Part I
Korra awoke in the mist of the night…she could not move, her hands tied with metal bracelets. She became frightened where was Tarrok taking her, she was usually a strong and fearless young lady but she felt too helpless. She could not metal bend, she was robbed of sight with a blindfold as she tried to move but could not. Feeling feeble and famished, she began to breath heavily as her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. How come no one has come to rescue her yet? The absence of the Avatar has bound to break the news over the radio and newspaper. Suddenly she felt whatever she was in lifting off the ground and then her body smash hard against the walls of this ampule. Her mind consumed with thoughts suddenly faded into lost memory of dimness.
Her eyes fluttered as she slowly began to notice her surroundings, timber joints surrounding her, her body on a wooden floor, she observed a figure standing nearby as she saw nothing but cold blue eyes staring at her. Still restricted by the metal chains, she slowly arose from her position to more upright position.
"Did you sleep well Avatar?" the voice echoed through her ears as a cold chill came down her spine.
"Where am I? Who are you?" She asked as she stood firmly. The man came forward where nothing but a mask and his well-sculpted structure showed revealed by the shadows of the moonlight. Korra took step back as she held her chest tightly panting heavily.
"Avatar…" He whispered under his breath walking towards the prison's door.
He opened the door and slowly walked in. Locking it, he approached her slowly, each step he took she took a footstep back. Her back was against the wall then he placed his arms besides her blocking her from moving. Korra closed her eyes, as she could not bear to see his eyes filled with outright darkness. He removed a piece of cloth from her clothes and covered her eyes. Robbed of sight she could feel nothing but his brutish hands being laid upon her. Tearing her clothes, removing her wraps around her sweet breasts and her little plumped ass, he wanted nothing more than to control her, possess her and dominate everything that he stood for. Seeing her flinch as he gently opened her lips, removing his mask, he could not show passion or love since he did not know what those emotions are. He forced his finger inside of her as he heard her cry in discomfort; he kept forcing his finger inside of her walls while he took a bite on her nipples gritting it with his teeth. He had many women in the past but there was nothing like fucking your worse enemy, to have such power and control over such a moment was going to be blissful for him but revulsion for her.
He could not stand teasing her. He wanted his impressive cock inside her no matter how tight she was. He knew that he was going to take something that even she did not have the power to bring back. All of her innocence and purity was going to be gone in matter of hours with constant prodding of his manhood.
End of Imprison Part I