CHAPTER 4
Katara awoke sometime later. She did not know how long she was out. Her first sight was Princess Azula on all fours above her as well as the guard from before. He looked different. Perhaps it was her sleepy daze, but he looked more muscular, more ominous in his horned helmet and bare chest. The Princess slapped Katara hard on the cheeks multiple times to stir her awake. Katara groaned and looked up. Her head felt like it was in pieces.
"Wakey-wakey. I hope you slept well, because it's your turn for torture now. And trust me…you will NOT enjoy it." Katara did not register all these words. They sounded far-away and faint. Upon trying to move, she found herself bound by each ankle and wrist to the four support pillars in the corners of the room. She also discovered she had been stripped naked. No doubt, and to much her horror, her secret lay limply between her legs for all to see.
"I was shocked to discover you aren't a real girl. This thing…this…penis…is a gross thing for a girl to have, let alone a smelly, disgusting uncut one. It is not right, so we must fix it." Katara was beginning to come to. She was mentally and psychically exhausted from the lack of hydration and food. She was too tired to say much, but managed some words out.
"What…are you doing? Please let me go. Where's Toph?" Azula uncurled a perfectly manicured finger and pointed it to the wall with a smug, shit-eating grin. Katara's head fell to the left, where she saw Toph tied to the wall, her body covered in bruises, fresh incisions, and semen. Toph tiredly glanced up, so much in physical and mental pain, let her head fall back down. Katara looked at her abused friend and felt sick to her stomach. What had they done to her now? Was robbing her innocence not enough? Katara thought this brutality unnecessary, and felt so sorry for her friend. On top of that, she was ashamed with herself for not being able to comfort her damaged friend as she was tied up. Azula took Katara's eyes off of Toph by pulling her face to face with her own. Azula's breath smelled faintly of blood. Did she…
"As I was saying: your abnormality must be dealt with. Since it's a male feature, I've decided to introduce you to the superior culture of the fire nation. Let me enlighten you on where I'm coming from." Azula adjusted herself to a more comfortable sitting position.
"You see, at the ripe old age of 13, all young men of the fire nation must undergo circumcision to remove their bodies of parental and infantile influence so that they may be strong, independent citizens. Men, you might say, do they become. This has been custom for thousands of years, long before the war even. Obviously, the colonies the fire nation exerts is imperial rule over have subjected the natives into such a practice, including your very own southern water tribe. Now, with you under my rule, you too shall become a true fire nation member."
Not all of this made sense to Katara, but as Azula stood back up to allow the guard to move in, who indeed was a different guard than the one who ravished Toph. It was then that she realized what they were going to do to her. Katara put certain words together, and swallowed in fear at what they meant.
They were going to cut her.
"NO WAIT, DON'T CUT ME THERE, PLEASE! OH SHIT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! PLEASE DON'T CUT MY PENIS! NO! Put…the knife in my butt…cut up…my asshole…but please don't hurt my penis…Oh I'm begging you, please stop it…stop it…stop it…" Katara bawled frantically against the imminent foreskin-removal. Armed with a deadly looking and ceremonial kris-style dagger, the monstrous fire nation guard ignored Katara's heart-wrenching cries and kneeled on his knees between her shamefully spread legs. The helmeted man taunted Katara before circumcising her. He dragged the flat side of the blade along her quivering thigh, starting at the knee, and slowly working up to her crotch. A bawdy metallic chortle came out of the mask. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. To cause so much pain with such a little piece of the body amused him.
"Must be all those nerve endings…" He thought to himself.
Katara whimpered as fear grew into a swelling ball in her throat, making it dry. She was unable to speak and too petrified to resist. The tip of the knife reached its destination: Katara's soon-to-be-sliced penis. Moments before her cock was punctured, Katara tried to brace herself by inhaling sharply and holding her breath. She tensed her body and awaited the harsh induction into Fire-Nation citizenry.
Katara felt a hard, sharp pain rocket through her groin as the guard mercilessly pushed the blade into her sensitive foreskin. The bracing did little, if anything, to reduce the shock. It made Katara cry out in shocked agony. She was mentally prepared for pain, but her senses were overloaded with this amount. Ignoring her sobs, the torturer continued to mutilate Katara's cock. Not only was the pain wringing the life out of her very soul, but she would now have to live forever with a shameful, uncultured penis. The thought brought tears to her eyes. It made her consider why she even tried to survive. Death would be a sweet release from this hellish torment. But then, who would help Toph, or Aang, for that matter?
Forced was Katara to endure, for all their sakes. Eventually, the pain melded into a sort of hot, pulling sensation, which felt somehow less painful. Katara looked as a loose, rag of red skin hung from her sore glans. It made her stomach drop out.
"Almost finished. What do you think?" Said the dragon-like guard. Katara's throat again was lumped with pain, thus she could not talk. "I SAID WHAT DO YOU THINK!" He shouted again, but this time he yanked off the remainder of Katara's flesh right off her inflamed penis. The sound that came from her mouth was not a human scream. It sounded like a wild, primeval animal. It hurt Katara so bad that her vision temporarily lost color and blurred. Her strained yelling made Katara bang her head about, which made the cacophony fluctuate. She wailed and wailed, never calming or stopping for nearly a minute. Anyone other than Azula would've had their hearts frozen. Katara's whole body seemed to be lost in a miserable world. She thought for a moment that he had removed her entire genitalia; that she had been de-balled outright. Katara began to drift out of consciousness from the pain, blood loss, and the overwhelming thought of being permanently disfigured. Her last words were ones of comfort to Toph.
"Toph…try to be strong…I…I Love…"
Katara passed out from the pain, into an uneasy, parallel sleep. Toph was left alone in the dungeon, with no-one to protect her from the sadistic fire nationalists. She was always so confident on her own before, ready and willing for anything. Now Toph felt more helpless than ever she had in her life.
"Da'wwww! Isn't that sweet? The dick-girl loves you!" Toph did not respond. She was too distraught to do anything other than wait for the next round of torture. It mattered not what happened now. "Let me tell you something, ya 'lil twerp. That she-male snow nigger can't protect you now. You are all mine, just like all the nations of the world." Azula kicked Toph hard in the chin with the hard toe of her steel boot. Toph yelped as her teeth clacked together violently. All this was too much for Toph. She tried to will herself from doing what was about to happen, from what was inevitable, but was not strong enough. The rape, the screams, the pain, all of it too much for her fragile adolescent psyche. For the first time in nearly a decade, Toph began to cry, the blood from her broken teeth adding a grotesque gargling noise to her cries.
The shame now was almost world-consuming; it seemed to press down physically on her body. Toph hated to cry and could not stand people seeing her in this weak state. Toph let out a chorus of choked sobs through her rag, taking in quick, sharp breaths between. Her sightless eyes flowed with salty tears and her chest heaved. Azula stood above the girl and examined her with a curious emotion. It was one very alien to her, almost foreign entirely. At that moment, Azula (nearly) felt, and for the first time in a long time, true empathy for this girl whom she broke down. She had gotten a great deal of satisfaction from earlier, but now, seeing Toph sputter like a malfunctioning airship-engine on the ground, made her feel…sorry for her. On impulse, Azula reached out to put her hand out on Toph's shoulder to comfort her, but quickly drew it back.
"What the hell am I thinking?" Thought Azula to herself. She cursed herself for feeling sorry for the inferior dirt bender ("dirt bender…heh…I like that. I'll have to use that later on..." she thought sub-consciously) She could not allow herself to feel ANY positive emotions toward enemies of the Fire Nation, lest she become lenient in their punishment. Azula's mind confusedly jumped back and forth between this newfound sorrow, the inherited fire nation fervor to rule, and her increasing lack of self-confidence. Perhaps she even began to dip into insanity, as she now suspected not only her bodyguards as possible treasonists but now her very own conscience. As the Fire Nation princess, this was unacceptable. Would she do it again? What would the extent of the next impulse of her deadly kindness be? These questions and more fuddled her conscience as she backed away from the green-garbed girl. Azula decided that this was enough for now. She was tired, and loosing awareness of reality. Should she overload the girls, she might feel obligated to feel sorry for them, especially with a weakened mental barrier. Tomorrow, the tortures would continue, enough had been done for one day.
"That's all for now…let their minds collect back a bit…then break It all down again…Yes…Break it all back down again…" Azula thought to herself with her trademark smirk. She ushered the guard out once she walked out of the cell. He closed the gate behind him. Azula didn't say a word as she left Toph and Katara. They went down the prison corridor, away from the cell, away from Toph's cries, which grew more and more faint, until they seemed to stop entirely.
