Ozai/Katara

rating: M

warning: non-con

"Your highness, Prince Zuko wishes to offer you a gift. A spoil of war to commemorate your victories in the Earth Kingdom." said one of the prince's servants, who bowed respectfully.

"Very well." replied the Firelord.

"Bring your Firelord his gift, men." called the servant.

Two soldiers entered the throne room, with a restrained girl in tow. She was quite pretty and very young. She appeared exotic, likely Water tribe judging from her blue garb and tanned skin. The Firelord was very pleased to receive such a gift. His son easily could have kept the girl for himself, but he had decided instead to give her to his father. A selfless act of loyalty.

"She was captured when Ba Sing Se was taken. The prince thought she might...amuse you." explained one of the soldiers.

"As I'm certain she shall. You may take your leave, men. Offer my son a thank you on my behalf." replied Ozai.

The three men offered bows, then left quietly. Firelord Ozai rose from his throne, and approached the girl. She was tied up with strong rope and squirming about much like a butterfly trying to escape its cocoon. She turned her head to the side, refusing to look him in the eye. Katara was nothing short of disgusted. Being handed over to the ruthless Firelord as though she were a prize! An object!

"What is your name?" Ozai asked, calmly.

He wasn't surprised that the girl refused to answer him. The Firelord carefully examined her. Even under the thick ropes and her clothes, he could make out a slender body, that had recently begun to take the shape of a woman's. Katara tensed up when he cupped her chin, and tilted her head up so he could look into her deep blue eyes.

"What a pretty one you are. If you behave, I will not hurt you." Ozai stated.

Once again, Katara did not answer. She didn't have to answer to this vile megalomaniac bastard who thought he ruled the world! However, she was rather puzzled when he began to untie her. Why would he do such a thing? Did he not know she was a waterbender? Though she supposed it really didn't matter. There was no water for her to bend. She had no way to defend herself...so she had no choice but to play his little game, as she feared for her life if she did not.

"What is your name?" the Firelord asked, once more.

"Katara." she replied, curtly.

"Where are you from, Katara?" he questioned.

"The South Pole." she answered, near tears at the thought of her home.

" Interesting. Are you hungry, Katara? " Ozai responded, already moving onto another subject.

Katara thought for a moment. She was famished to the point that her stomach ached. She'd been fed nothing but scraps of bread in the three days she'd spent on a Fire Navy ship to get to the capital. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to accept a meal. Surely the Firelord would feed her properly. However, Katara wasn't dumb. She knew what this man wanted from her. She also was a survivor, and knew that proper nutrition was necessary. For now she would buy his ruse, and play the situation by ear.

"Well...yes. I'm very hungry." she told him.

The Firelord had invited Katara to share a meal with him. She'd taken a long, hot bath. There were expensive and wonderful smelling soaps and oils for her to use. She found it very refreshing, as she hadn't bathed in over a week. After wrapping herself in a fluffy, white towel, she entered the spare room she was told to use. There was a young servant girl waiting for her. The girl proceeded to dry her hair, using hot breath produced by her firebending abilities. She then skillfully pulled Katara's long, brown tresses into a high ponytail.

"A gift from his Highness." said the servant girl, producing a dress from the armoire.

She set the dress down on the bed and offered Katara a smile before leaving her alone. The young waterbender surveyed the dress curiously. It was long, red, and beautiful. Likely very expensive. She was quite confused as to why the Firelord would offer her a gown just to have dinner, but still she put it on. It was just the right length, ghosting over the tops of her feet. Much to her dismay, it was also form fitting, clinging to her body almost uncomfortably. The v-neck dipped dangerously low and the thin straps were rather loose with no way to adjust them. She made a mental note to keep her eye on it, in fear of exposing herself.

By the bed, Katara discovered golden, strappy sandals that she assumed must be for her. If they weren't, she decided to take them anyway since they were the right size. Being a girl with class, she refused to prance around barefoot. When she left the spare room, the same servant girl was waiting for her outside the door.

"Right this way." she muttered, guiding Katara down a long and dimly lit hallway.

The pair came to a lavish dining area. The long, empty table was made of some dark wood, and had been polished to perfection. The girl ushered Katara in and pulled out the chair left to the head of the table. She felt just a little nervous when the servant girl left her in the room all alone. Katara heard nothing but the sound of her own breathing, and she began to twist the end of her hair around her finger.

Three men soon entered, with two covered platters of food. Another one with plates and silverware. A third with glasses and a bottle of what was presumably wine. They got to work preparing the table. The plates were set out, one in front of Katara and one at the head of the table where the Firelord would sit. Many forks and spoons of all different shapes and sizes were next. Then a pair of chopsticks. Then the glasses, which were immediately filled with a red liquid. Katara's glance idly shifted downward, and her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment upon realizing the strap of her dress had crept down her shoulder, enough to bare her breast for strangers. Hastily, she covered herself.

The Firelord was next to join the awkward gathering. The servants bowed, then one pulled out his chair, and another pushed it in. The third lifted the lid from one of the platters to reveal a simple, green salad drizzled with a light dressing. He uncovered the second platter, which had various cheeses on it. The servants were quick to serve salad and cheese to Katara and the Firelord, then head back into the kitchen. Katara, who was starving, began to devour the first course. Her host looked on in amusement, as he took only small bites.

"The dress suits you well." Ozai stated, as a conversation opener.

Katara just gave a nod in response, then guzzled down her glass of wine in mere seconds. Normally, she had good manners, but she was too hungry to care. Besides, she had nobody to impress. It was just her and the Firelord, and she couldn't care less what he thought of her. Ozai slowly sipped his wine, as Katara helped herself to more rich and delicious cheese.

"My guest seems to have run out of wine." Ozai called.

A servant quickly scrambled into the room. He poured a second glass of wine for the water tribe girl, and served her another helping of salad. Katara found this quite strange to have people waiting on her. Though she happily crunched away at the crisp mixture or vegetables, and took large gulps of wine. Ozai pushed away his half finished plate, and the man took it before wandering off.

"You have quite an appetite." the Firelord said, with a smirk.

"Pardon me. I've had nothing but scraps...for days." Katara admitted.

Soon enough, the next course was served. A steaming hot bowl of traditional, spicy seafood chowder. The famished waterbender was happy to slurp back the entire bowl at an alarmingly fast pace. Ozai worried his young guest would make herself sick. Upon noticing some chowder had dribbled down her chin, he dabbed it with his napkin. The all powerful Firelord felt a sudden rush of uncontrollable arousal when he ogled the girl's chest. Apparently she didn't realize that a sliver of her areola was peeking out of her dress.

Katara tossed back another glass of strong wine to wash out the tingling burn in her mouth. She noticed the Firelord eyeing her in a most unnerving manner as he took just small spoonfuls of chowder. One of the servants offered her another helping of the second course, and she politely declined. Though she did accept a fourth glass of wine. She slowly nursed this one as Ozai ate.

"You enjoy the wine?" he asked, with a smile.

She didn't speak, but rather nodded her head in agreement.

"Don't be shy. Have as much as you desire." the Firelord declared.

By the time the main course was served, Katara felt the effects of drinking strong wine in such a short time period. She was rather lightheaded, but also carefree and upbeat, despite her current situation of being Firelord Ozai's hostage. The men served them a tender, melt in your mouth roasted spiced salmon dish. The Firelord enjoyed a second glass of wine with his. Whereas Katara was now on her fifth. The drunken girl was eating quite sloppily, making a mess of the clean table.

"Katara...Katara...you're drunk." purred Ozai, with a smug smile.

"Why yes I am, Mister Firelord, your highness, sir." she slurred, nearly falling over in her chair.

Katara laughed as Ozai braced her fall with his strong arms, and gently pushed her to sit upright once more. Much to his amusement, the strap of her dress had fallen, leaving her small, round breast completely visible to his hungry gaze. Her brown nipple was deliciously erect, and just begging to be sucked on.

The Firelord was quite pleased that his young guest was so intoxicated. It would make the rest of the night easy for him. She'd put up little or no resistance. Perhaps she would even enjoy what he had planned for her. Ozai had a servant pour her a sixth and final glass of wine, which she drank with no qualms. That would be her last. He was unsure how much the young girl could handle, and didn't want her to be poisoned.

Katara looked over at the Firelord and smiled. All of the alcohol she'd consumed brought forth her innermost desires. He was so handsome! How did she not notice that before? He looked wonderful for his age, no wrinkles present. His hair was dark, supple, and smooth as melted chocolate. His eyes were a brilliant hue of bright gold, same as Prince Zuko's.

"You are...so handsome, your highnessss." she blurted, the alcohol talking now.

"I thank you my dear." Ozai replied, dark eyebrows raised.

Oh yes, this would be a fun night. The girl wanted him. He knew she did. Just as he wanted her. Firelord Ozai drifted to his thoughts for a moment. Young women and girls were often captured from the Earth Kingdom, and some were brought to him by the Fire Nation Navy to earn good favor with the royal family. He would keep his prizes around a few weeks at most, then sold them to pleasure houses when he grew bored. He wondered if this Katara would be different, for he desired a girl he wouldn't lose interest in.

"What...is...for...dessert?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"You." Ozai replied, curtly.

Katara giggled and nearly fell from her chair again. The Firelord rose from his seat, and scooped her up in his arms. She gasped, but quickly relaxed in his muscular arms.

"Where's my dessert, my highness, mister Firelord?" she asked, tangling her fingers up in his luscious hair.

"I will show you." Ozai replied, huskily.

As he carried his very drunk young guest down the hall, he passed Zuko. The teenaged prince took in this scene with great amusement. Katara had obviously had too much wine at dinner, judging by the fact that she seemed not to notice her breasts laid bare for all to see. She couldn't even walk, and was snuggling up against his father in a most peculiar manner.

"Hi, Zuko!" she exclaimed, when she saw him.

The Prince ad the Firelord laughed loudly, as did Katara.

"Hello, Katara." Zuko replied, unable to avert his gaze away from her chest.

"I thank you, my son. A wonderful night is surely in store for me." Ozai stated.

"You're welcome, father. I knew you'd like her." his son told him.

"You like me?" asked Katara, smiling stupidly.

"Yes, I do." Ozai declared.

"Have a nice evening." Zuko encouraged, disappearing to the dining room for his super.

The Firelord brought his prize to his personal chambers, and laid her down on the plush, unnecessarily large bed. Katara leisurely spread her legs, which was a very pleasing sight. Ozai sank down on top of her, and she didn't protest. He couldn't control his urge to grope those breasts he'd been staring at in a lecherous manner for the past hour.

At first, she just laid there looking confused. The inexperienced girl didn't know what to make of this. But she soon began to sigh when his skilled fingers stroked her nipples in circular motions. Ozai was quite pleased she was enjoying this. He proceeded to suck them, then bite.

"That hurts." Katara complained.

The Firelord ignored her complaint, content to gnaw on her nipples and hear her groan in discomfort. Then he pushed her dress up around her hips, revealing her most intimate parts. Katara tensed as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh.

"No...no...no..." she muttered, over and over.

But she stopped when he began to rub her clitoris, his carnal knowledge of the female body quite obvious. Katara moaned loudly, having never experienced this sensation before. She hadn't even touched herself there before, let alone allowed someone else to do it. The alcohol and the pleasant sensations were dwindling her inhibitions, and letting her enjoy herself in this highly erotic moment.

"Do you like that?" Ozai asked, eagerly.

"Oh, yes..." Katara replied, her eyes fluttering shut.

Attending to his selfish desires, the Firelord took the girl by the hips, and turned her over on her stomach. Katara heard the rustle of fabric as the Firelord disrobed quickly. His hand wrapped around her neck, and pushed her pretty face down against the pillows. She began to wriggle her body in an attempt to free herself, but her efforts were futile.

"Let me go!" she cried, though it was muffled.

Ozai pressed his other hand between her legs, pleased to find she was hot and slick. He rubbed her clitoris once more, delighted at the stifled moans from the water tribe girl. Katara was frustrated with herself. Her body was betraying her...

Pangs of fear rose up in the pit of her stomach when she felt his thighs touch the backs of hers, and something poking her entrance. It was his...oh no...she didn't want this. She didn't want the cruel, selfish ruler to have his way with her. Katara once again began her attempts to free herself, though they were quite laughable due to her impaired state of mind and body.

"No! No!" she screamed, muffled once again by the pillows.

Firelord Ozai claimed his comely spoil of war quite roughly, breaking her maidenhead. Katara squealed and wailed as the intense pain shot up through her pelvis. This only served to fuel her captor's sexual desire, as he was nothing short of a sadist. He slammed inside of her over and over, not caring how it felt for her. She yelped with every thrust, but was relieved that the Firelord didn't receive the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She balled her fists up in the sheets and tried her best to bite through the now throbbing ache.

"Little bitch." Ozai grunted, as he yanked on her hair.

After several agonizing minutes, an unexpected feeling washed over Katara. A tinge of physical gratification that blossomed. Just as she began to experience the pleasure that went with sex, the Firelord reached his climax, and withdrew himself. Suddenlly, Katara's vision blurred. All went black, as she finally succumbed to alcohol fueled unconsciousness.