So this one's coming just a bit faster than the last one. Just to warn you it gets rapish so if you don't like that I'm sorry but this chapter developed into something different. Anyway I hope you enjoy and there will be more coming. Also I'm thinking of starting a little HP smut in a couple days so you might want to look into that :)
Mako and Korra did make it onto the boat that day. They stumbled on to the docks together, excited, sweating and out of breath. From the road, Asami waved and smiled at the two of them, then sped off. That would be the last Korra would see of Asami for what looked to be a couple of months at the least.
Mako and Korra were greeted by the boats captain when they boarded the ship. He was a nice fellow, very laughable and cheery, with an uproarious laugh that shook his entire frame. And no matter how many times Korra tried to remember his name, it wouldn't come to her. She let go of the struggle in less than ten minutes and accompanied Mako downstairs to their bedrooms.
The cabins were nothing special, no more than a cupboard with a bed, sink and window. Korra threw her numerous bags against the wall and flopped on the bed with her feet facing the door. She pulled the pillow under her head and closed her eyes, welcoming the darkness like a blanket on a cold night. She loosened her shirt and took off her fur waist coat. And throughout the pitching and tossing of the boat on the sea waves, for they had left the city by now, she fell asleep.
It was the sound of yelling and laughing that woke Korra up. At first, she expected to find Asami asleep next to her, but instead faced the wall of her cabin. Someone yelled again and there was a great round of laughter. It took Korra less than a second to find the source. She looked out her open cabin door and saw a host of sailors standing at the entrance with their eyes glued to her. Korra blushed slightly and pushed herself into a sitting position. It was only when the men were in her full view that she realized they had their cocks in their hands.
Several of the men were yanking furiously on their rods. One man was already slumped against the door with a glazed look plastered across his face. She stared at the sailors and they stared back, although, not at her eyes. Korra felt the air before she looked down and didn't know why she hadn't noticed before. One of the sailors must have come into her room and pulled her pants down, because the sailors were all wanking over the sight of her tight pussy. Korra quickly pulled her pants back up which caused a collective groan from the men at her door. For a second, Korra could feel the exhibitionist in her come out and slowly pulled her pants down, but she woke out of her horny stupor before the anything was revealed again.
The sailors trudged away, muttering angrily, most still jerking off over a memory. Two men still stood at the door with a hopeful gleam in their eyes when Mako burst in past them. They left then.
"Korra! What's going on? What happened?" Mako asked. "A sailor upstairs was saying that he got a taste of the Avatar's cunt, is that true?"
Korra was even more confused. Surely if some guy had eaten her out, she would have felt it. "I don't know Mako, I was asleep. I woke up and they were just standing there," she said.
Mako looked fit to burst. "What do you mean 'standing there'? Who was standing there?"
"The sailors," Korra snapped, "were all standing there, dicks in hand, jerking off to the sight of my cunt. A couple looked ready to go the next step just like your buddy upstairs."
Mako was furious and didn't bother to hide it. Blood pumped through his veins like lava and his heart beat twice as fast as usual. His fists were clenching and unclenching and small flames flickered from the tips of his fingers. He stared at Korra, then moved his gaze up and stared out the window. Korra could almost see thoughts zooming around behind his eyes. Finally, he spun around and strode off. Korra wanted to call him back, sure of what he was about to do and certain that she wanted to stop him, but she was reluctant to say anything, fearing that she would only make it worse.
Korra sat on her bed for what seemed like hours. She thought about Mako and what he was doing topside. She thought about Asami and wondered what she was doing without her fuck-toy. She thought about her trip to the southern tribe and what it would be like to see her parents again. But mostly, she couldn't get the thought of the sailors with their hard cocks out of her head. Again and again she pictured them and how hungry they looked. She couldn't imagine how long it had been since they'd had sex. She almost felt bad for them: being the Avatar meant that she had plenty of eager boys in line ready for a go at her. But she also had Mako and Asami to keep her lubricated most of the day. She though hard and long and finally came to a decision. She would wait until Mako got back and tell him of her plan.
But Mako didn't get back until late in the night, soaked and cut and bruised he trudged into Korra's room.
"Mako!" Korra screamed. "Mako, what happened? Tell me, Mako." She shook him hard and he slowly looked up at her face.
"I'm sorry, I tried to stop them. They shouldn't have-" he erupted into a fit of coughing, which Korra was sure she saw some blood in. "They shouldn't have done that, over you, in front of you. I told them no! They didn't like that. They surrounded me, threw me into the water and stared throwing me around, like I was a rag doll. It hurt so much…" he went limp and Korra feared the worst, but when she held her ear to her mouth she could hear his shallow breaths and sighed in relief.
Korra woke up the next morning to the sigh of Mako's battered and bruised face. Both eyes were black and swollen and resembled small plums, his lip was cut and dry blood had coated his lip and chin. His nose looked broken, for it was shaped like an S now. He had cuts and bruises over the rest of his face as well, and when Korra propped him up and gave him a quick look over, she found countless more on every inch of him.
She could feel her anger building now, heat flooded her and clouded her senses and thoughts, like she had never had any to begin with. Her first instinct was to cuss and curse and swear as loud as she could, so she did. Then she got off of her bed and marched onto the deck, where it looked as if every sailor on the boat was working, playing card games, or chatting aimlessly. When Korra came into view though, all eyes turned to her with a familiar gleam in them.
Korra cleared her throat and began to shout. "Which one of you motherfuckers hit my boyfri- my friend? Which of you broke his nose and cut his lip? I swear to God, if one of you doesn't come forward every single one of you will pay."
"Well that would be fitting wouldn't it girly, considering every one of us had a go at him," piped up one of the sailors, which earned him a couple laughs, a punch to the stomach and more than a few angry shouts.
"Well, that just makes more fun for me," Korra laughed as she pulled a pillar of water out of the ocean next to her.
But just as she was about to launch it, she fell stiff. Her arms were like spaghetti and her legs were like jelly, she couldn't stand much less waterbend. One of the sailor's feet came into view and she could hear him laughing and clapping his hands together. Korra felt the cool sea water coat her body and she was lifted into the air and frozen there. The sailors were hysterical by this point, every one of them was pointing and laughing at the Avatar, so helpless now that she had had her bending removed.
"Not so tough now, are ya, Miss Avatar," one sailor chided her.
"I could still beat you up with one hand tied behind my back," Korra spat at him.
"Yes I'm sure you could," he said slowly, "Unfortunately, you've got both hands frozen behind your back along with the rest of you, so you have no chance of beating me up."
Korra tried to think of something to say, but found herself at a loss for words. The sailors erupted into laughter again and the speaker gave her a very pointed look. He found this highly amusing.
The sailors continued their jobs, working around Korra, sometimes laughing at her or trying to strike up a conversation. Every time, Korra looked at them with disgust and spat at them or the floor. Any means of rudeness or distaste they she could perform, she did, very verbally or visually. Most of this consisted of her shouting that she would throw them overboard for this, or light them up in flames, or send them a hundred meters into the Earth. Plainly put, she would kill them for humiliating her and beating up Mako.
But she got no chance. As soon as she got her bending back, the sailors tied her up. They unfroze her hands and wrapped tick rope around them, then did the same too her feet. They gagged her and carried her into the bowels of the ship. It was dark and musty and Korra could her the rats scratching around on the floor boards.
The men gathered hungrily around her, clawing at her clothes and skin with their eyes. They rubbed against each other as they undressed. Each man took of his pants slowly, and before they came off Korra could see the bulge that betrayed their intentions. And then the cocks came bouncing out. They were all hard as rocks, some stiff and upright, others limp but still a nice length. Korra, despite herself, couldn't help but appreciate them.
The sailor that had mocked her topside stepped forward, his fat dick in his hand as he stroked it. Korra looked at his face and saw that he wore a smile, a smug grin. He grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks between his hands, smiling down on her.
He straightened up and held his dick at her mouth, waiting for her to open. When Korra didn't, he slapped her hard across the cheek. Korra gasped and, seizing his opportunity, he held her head and ploughed into it. He pumped his cock in and out, hitting the back of her throat and further as he fucked her mouth. But Korra wasn't letting him have her and bit down, teeth bared. The sailor howled in pain and ripped his cock out of her mouth. Korra laughed, tiny drops of blood coated he lips. The sailor pulled his arm back and punched Korra. She fell to the floor with a thud and couldn't get back up. Thankfully, she thought, two other men helped her back onto her knees. She was light-headed, and her face hurt. She tried to keep her mouth closed, even when he slapped her again.
So the sailor gave up on her mouth. He walked behind her, looking her up and down. He squatted at her back and pushed his face into her neck, gently biting her skin and smelling her. Korra tried to push him away but he didn't budge. Instead, he pushed Korra over until her face hit the wet floor. HE ripped her pants apart and ran his cold hands over her ass. He moved in circles, closer and closer until his fingers brushed her asshole and a shiver ran up her spine. He pushed a finger inside her and finger-fucked her ass, sliding in more fingers as he went, stretching her tight hole as far as he could until Korra was screaming with pain as he tried to force his entire fist into her. Her feet kicked the floor and tears streamed down her face but no matter how much she asked him to stop, he just went harder.
Suddenly, it stopped. The pain began to ebb away and Korra tricked herself into thinking that it was over. The water came back in and froze her to the floor with her hands held high above her head, frozen to the ceiling. The sailors clawed at her, literally this time. Her clothes fell away in rags and Korra was left standing naked and cold in front of the multitude of men who had only one thought in their mind: fuck the Avatar. One men stepped in front of her and one behind. Quickly, before she could do anything, the men rammed their upright cocks into her cunt and ass at the same time. Korra squealed and writhed around in her bindings, which only made it hurt more.
One after another, the sailors lined up and fucked her hard and fast. It was always the same, one in the ass and one in her cunt. Both holes ached, they were stretched wide open and were dripping with cum from both her and the men.
She was taken down once every man had fucked both her holes. She was drenched on sweat and smelt like sex and cum. But it wasn't over. The men put her on her back and fucked her cunt and mouth like they did with her ass. Whenever a dick was in her mouth, she could taste shit mixed with her cum and a variety of men's sperm. By the end of round two, Korra was certain that she was bleeding from somewhere, and her pussy burnt like fire. She was sore and tired and once again on the verge of tears.
They walked her upstairs, and Kora thought that they were taking her to her room, but they strode straight past it and into the captain's quarters. Inside, the Captain sat smugly in his chair, reclining back with a giant cock in his hand. He looked at Korra, covered in cum and sweat and blood and nodded in appreciation. He waved the men away except for two others, who looked extremely pleased.
"You two know what we're doing? You know your roles?" the Captain asked calmly.
Both men nodded eagerly and moved towards Korra. She flinched away and they laughed. One man held her still while the Captain held his twitching dick at the entrance of Korra's ass. The other man slid under Korra and held his dick pressing against her pussy's lips. The last sailor tilted her head up and opened her mouth to slide his cock member in. At once, the other two began fucking her hard. The pounded her back and forth like a ping-pong ball. The sailor below her bit down on her nipples, biting them and twisting them between his teeth. The Captain grunted loudly every time he thrust in and breathed heavily every time he pulled out. Korra came once, then twice, then three times. All three men came quickly after her third time, pumping her full of warm cum.
They were done with her now. They dragged her limp body to her room and threw her on the bed next to Mako. She was twitching and moaning and cum oozed out of her twat and dripped off her face. Distantly, she was aware that the sailors were moving around, and that sometimes one would come in and fuck her again. She just didn't care anymore.