WARNING

Graphic chapter. This one is a little more demented than the last one, if you would like to skip the part I will give you warning. This chapter contains descriptive SEXUAL ASSAULT!

YUCK Factor: 10 of 10 MAXIMUM YUCKNESS! Extreme caution is advise, those with weak constitutions or vivid imagination are encouraged to skip the warned section! And there is a little bit of..ahem..description of Zuko's pain, so yeah. I'm not kidding! No flames, you have been warned!! I have changed the rating to M just for this chapter. :x

Katara squinted into the dark following the trail of tea leaves, but the night was dense and the trial wound fiercely through the trees. She stopped and shook her head. She needed light. She looked around at the dense trees. She grumbled and kicked at a small rock. She turned and looked at the inquisitive lemur staring at her.

"Get a look?" Momo chirped at her and jumped onto her head. He lept into the air and over to a branch on a tree. He scrambled up to the top of the tree and looked out over the thick trees. He chirped in excitement and flew down onto Katara's shoulder. He squeaked and squealed pointing his small paw off to the north.

"Are they that way?" She looked at the lemur. He hissed at her and fell forward pulling on her collar and pointing. She smiled and pushed him back up onto her shoulder.

"Okay Okay I'm going."She pushed her way through the trees, trying to dodge branches and snags as best she could. She stopped and moved the sling around so that Riyo was safely nestled in front of her. She wound around trunks, skirted under branches and still felt as if she were going no where fast.

"Dark night for such a pretty lady to be out by yourself." Katara frowned. Great. Without another thought water poured from her pouches covering her arms. She looked around as two men stepped out of the bushes. Scars ran across one of their faces, the other was covered in beard. She narrowed her eyes and squared her shoulders.

"Leave me alone, and let me on my way." Katara said flatly, and Momo hissed in agreement. The scarred man laughed.

"Pay us then." Katara lowered her stance waiting for them to move. Scars laughed again and shook his head. "All you're money and you'll be home free." Katara growled.

"Well I don't have any." The bearded man shook his head.

"Then you are shit out of luck, doll face." Katara threw her arm forward sending the water to cover the man. As he sputtered, spitting the water away from his face, he began to freeze. Katara smirked and turned to look at Scars. He cocked an eyebrow at her and jerked to the side sending flames over his commrad, thawing the man. Katara growled and flung both of her arms forward, careful enough not to knock Riyo out of the sling. Both men froze. And she ran. Normally she would have loved to stay and kick those guys all over the country side, but there were more lives at stake than just her own.

She pumped her legs harder, dodging trees, jumping over uplifted roots. She could feel the tiny scrapes and scratches on her arms as she stumbled through the trees. She wrapped one hand around the sling,cradling Riyo closer to her. Don't fall don't fall, don't be a statistic, don't do the normal damsel in distress thing. Don't fall! She chanted to herself. She chanced to look over her shoulder as she started to slow down, just as she did she barreled over someone, sending herself rolling down the hill. She wrapped her arms around Riyo and curled into a ball around him. She landed hard on her back and came to a stop. She sat up and pulled the sling open. Riyo let out a blood curdling scream, but he seemed unharmed. She turned to see Momo land just above her on the hill, he landed and rolled the rest of the way down. She frowned and scruffed his fur and looked up at the top of the embankment, where a figure stood staring down at her.

"Watch where you are going!?" She screamed and pushed herself to her feet with one hand, the other securely around the baby. Her eyes widened as the figure started sliding down the embankment towards her. Katara! You and your big mouth! She turned and started walking, briskly. Her heart began to beat wildly as she heard the foot steps behind her.

"Fer de love of spirits, slow down I ain't gonna eat ya!" She stopped and turned around to stare at the albino as he came walking up.

"Nakin? Are you following me?" He straightened up his clothes and looked over her warily.

"Mayba." She frowned.

"What are you after?"

"Jus wanted to make sure you's was okay. I know dat man o yer's has quiet de tempa. Den e'body was gone, and I knows who de first to blame when tings ain't right." Katara shook her head.

"No. I didn't think it was you...until now. Just how much contact do you have with Azula?" Nakin frowned.

"None. Didn't I's tell ya dat earlier?" She nodded.

"Yes but that was before she kidnapped me family." Nakin looked around.

"I see. But ifen dere is Azula around, I need ta be agoin. Doan't be tellin no one, but dat heifa scares de livin day lights outta dis man here. You be taken care now." And with that he ran off. Katara frowned and shook her head. Momo jumped up onto her shoulder and she turned to pat him.

"For a 'demon', he isn't very brave."

Zuko could feel the thick heavy copper liquid rolling over his tongue. His eyes fluttered open as the streak of fire slammed across his face. He spat the blood from his mouth and pushed himself up off the cold stone floor. The lash on his face stung, and the impending infection was already set deep in the flesh. His back hissed at every inch of uncovered tissue. Each lash deeper that the other.

He felt the nausea hit him hard as he sat completely up. His head began to swim as the pain shot up from his groin straight into the back of his eyes. His lacerated man hood was covered in blood, not to mention the ooze that had covered the pink exposed flesh as it tried to heal itself. A wave of panic seared through him, as delusion and hallucinations drove him to hyperventilate. Where was his son? Where was Katara? Was this all a trap? And what the hell was that black demon staring at him for?! His lungs couldn't fill fast enough with air, his world swam as he reached for reality. He reeled his mind toward the place of serenity only to fall flat into the void of darkness as he slipped back into unconsciousness.

Fingers dug deeper into him. Reaching, clawing their way deeper. Cold hands wrapped around the beating organ. The fingers drove into the side of the soft tissue, the blood gushing out covering the hands. But still as the red flowed out of it, still the heart did beat. Pumping through the futile motions to prolong life even as it was ripped from the chest. He sat gasping for breath as his life sustaining portion was torn mercilessly from his body. The blood pooled on the floor beneath him. A shrill laugh rang out and echoed down to his core. Gold eyes stared at him glowering deep into his soul. Knowing him, devouring him. His entire essence was in her hands. Blue eyes flashed replacing the gold ones. But still the ownership was there, the possession, the anger.

His eyes shot open, as a massive intake of air filled his lungs in a gasp so painful he threw himself into a coughing fit. He rolled onto his side as a shiver ran down him. He was in a world of hurt, and he didn't have a clue how long he had been out, or how long it had been since his sister tired of her strained attempts to make him scream.

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Azula stared at the bronzed skin. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes from him, but she had a mission. She had to complete her objective, but of course that didn't mean she couldn't have fun in the process. Those deep blue eyes stared at her coldly, hatred flaring within them. She smiled at that. The hatred and anger made this process all the more enjoyable.

He was restrained well enough, shackled hard against the metal floor. Added to the fact that he had no element of his own, and that bending wouldn't be a problem; she could have her way with him as long as she pleased. She ran her fingers over his thigh, dragging her nails across the flesh until the trails turned red. She blinked slowly, as she looked over him. The gag on his mouth was a hindrance she would have to deal with. She traced the tip of her finger back up from his knee, the slightest of touches as she worked to the inside of his thigh.

He tried to jerk away from her. But still she continued on, moving her hand over his genitals and up to his stomach. She moved so that she could continue. She bent down over him as her hand ran over his chest. She ran her finger over his nipple until it responded. She let out a low laugh as she set her nails against the side of the bud. As she stared at him, she drove her nails deeper into the sensitive nub. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to writhe out of her grip, but regardless the crimson blood began to roll down his side as the burning sensation of broken skin settled into him.

Azula smiled and set her hand palm down on his chest and smeared the blood over his abdomen. She lowered herself down just above his chest and looked up at him. She let her tongue touch his skin slightly, as she watched him. She licked a trail of blood off of him, as his eyes grew in horror. She smiled contently as the realization fell into his eyes. He was in hot water, and she was about to turn up the heat. She stopped and looked up at him for a second, letting him see his blood on her lips before she nestled into his chest, and set her teeth against his nipple. He writhed in pain as she deepened the cuts.

She shuttered as she ran her hands over his body. She sat back and looked at him, her eyes misted by excitement in the torture in which she was pressing upon him. She slowly moved her eyes to look at his man hood. She ran her hands down his body, her hands passing to either side of his shaft. She ran her nails roughly down that tender area just inside his thighs. She moved her hands back up his legs slowly before wrapping her hand around his length.

Sokka whimpered as his body responded to the touch without him telling it to. The escaped sound form him only brought a joyous, if lusty, laugh from his attackers throat. She ran her hand up him slowly as he writhed to get out of her reach. She stopped and sat a hand on his chest as she moved to straddle his knees. She wanted to watch him squirm. She lowered her face down next to his slowly growing excitement. He stared down at her in pure terror as she lowered her lips over the head ever so slightly. She smiled as she let the saliva cover the tip.

She sat up and moved her hand violently over the head and wrapped her fingers around it. She used the spit to slid her hand down him with ease. He stood and full attention now, even though his eyes begged her to stop. He bucked against her trying to get her off, he writhed beneath her trying to get away from her touch. The more he struggled the faster she got. She started to heat her hand as she felt the heat begin to radiate from him. He thrashed and flung his head from side to side. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clamped his eyes shut.

Azula smiled wickedly as the boy tried to stop his impending climax. But he was to late. She let out a joyous laugh as his virgin seed spilled out over his stomach. His body convulsed as she stood up. She frowned as she looked over his pathetic sweating body. There was something wrong. Oh yes. There was not near enough blood on him.

She snarled her nose as she landed a swift kick to his ribs. He wouldn't open his eyes. He refused to look at her. She didn't like that. She landed her heal against the side of his head.

"Can't you even look at me? You pathetic worm. How do you ever expect to please a woman if you can't last longer than that?" He still made no attempt to open his eyes. She narrowed her eyes, he was starting to piss her off. She brought a flamed dagger to her hand and stepped over his waist, a foot on either side. She squatted down over his stomach and let the flames of the dagger lick at his face. She killed the flame weapon and pulled a real blade from her boot. She drove the tip of the razor into his cheek.

"Do I disgust you? You miserable Water Tribe mutt? Am I not worthy of even a look into those wretched blue eyes?" She pulled the blade down across his face, making him wince, and drawing a rather striking stream of blood. She growled and stood up slashing him the rest of the way to his chin. She spat at him as she turned to walk off.

"Wallow in your own filth. Your soiled seed is your only company until I feel need of you again."

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Iroh raised his eyes and looked over at the young Avatar. The boy seemed all but miserable. They were in a holding cell that the old man was too much familiar with. They were uncuffed and unshackled once they were brought below deck. He knew that Azula was only a step behind them. He had felt her presence just a short moment before she and her army invaded their camp. Under his orders Zuko had hid the sleeping Riyo in the bushes wrapped in a bundle, and the small lemur as well to watch out for him until Katara found them. Aang and himself had went rather quietly knowing that there was more than just a few lives at stake, and also with the full trust that Katara would somehow get them out. Sokka and the Prince, however, were at that stage in their lives where they weren't going to go down without some sort of fight. And fight they did. Zuko was knocked unconscious as a group of more then ten soldiers fell upon him. Azula seemed to fancy Sokka as she was the one to shackle him up.

Iroh shook his head. He feared the horrors that the two boys were suffering. They hadn't seen the two since being brought aboard. As they had went peacefully enough, they were merely thrown into the cell. Their deaths upon arrival at the capital of the Fire nation was reached, was a certainty. But they would make it out. He closed his eyes as he began to meditate. They just had to wait for the most opportune moment.

Aang buried his head deeper into his arms. He felt useless. He and the old man hadn't even made an attempt to fight. He knew, on his part at least, it was because it would have been useless. Sure they may have gotten away, but for how long? It seemed to him that this nuisance needed to be dealt with as soon as possible. The fact that he was sitting in a cell without knowledge of where they were, where the others were, and just what time of day it was, put a small damper on his plan of heroics. If he knew Iroh like he felt he did, the old man had a plan. He felt his eyes sting as the tears welled in them. Where was Katara? Did they capture her too? Was she okay? Did she find Momo and Riyo? And how far away did Appa get? Hopefully his animal friend hadn't been captured as well. That much would give Katara a little bit more help in finding them.

I know I know. Graphic. Actually the most graphic sexual stuff I have ever written and plan to write. I won't make a habit out of it. . Promise. R& R Plz