Title: Hard Labor

Rating: M (eventually will be)

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami

Author's Notes:

I hope you all really like this next chapter! I promise there will be smut to come! Just a bit of character interaction must happen first!

Amon couldn't help but roll his eyes when the guards on the Avatar's cell claimed they heard her yell for help. She knew better than to play a trap for them, 'did she really think that they would just come in and help her?' he thought to himself as he walked down to her cell. They had waited a while, after hearing the help, to act upon it, if she really needed their help, which was unlikely, she would have just waited till one of the visits from his staff. He couldn't help but feel shivers of excitement pass through him as he thought about seeing the Avatar once again, not only because of her power, but also because of her beauty. He had to admit that she was a natural beauty that most sought to be, her curves were not only plentiful, but her body rippled as her muscles flexed.

As he walked down to her cell, his posture impeccable as always, he adjusted his mask slightly, allowing it to fit in place better. His annoyed expression when he heard about the Avatar's small rebellion seemed to have twitched his mask to the side. Stopping outside the doors of her cell the guards quickly unlocked it as he stood waiting. What behind the door wasn't what he expected at all…

The door made a gut wrenching sound as it slowly opened, the old metal grinding against the rust that coated it. His eyes immediately moved to the Avatar as it opened, he first saw her hand laying lifelessly on the ground as the door continued to move open. As the door swinged open he couldn't help but step in swiftly and look down at her with concern. Internally conflicted as to how he should act he chose to keep any sign of emotion to himself, as always. He looked down at her, knowing that although he wished she was faking her weakness, she was not well. He had been getting reports on how she acted whenever someone interacted with her. The reports covered how she acted in the bathroom, as well as how much she ate each time food was provided.

He crouched down silently as he touched her face, trying to figure out if she was faking her sleep, he knew she was weak from lack of food, but given that he was providing it he didn't expect her to go into full starvation. He touched her neck and felt for a pulse, there but weak.

Pulling out key from his pocket he unlocked the shackles around her wrists and ankles. Although he knew it would be a good idea to chi block her, he had a feeling she wouldn't be sitting up and moving on her own for a while. He picked her up gently but without sympathy. He lifted her over his shoulder as if she were a dead body. Standing up he turned to the door and stalked out not only aggravated that she had gotten to this point, but also annoyed at his alternative.

While followed by equalist members he walked into his office and suit, not even pausing before he walked into the guest bedroom. He laid her down on the bed as he checked her pulse again, still a small tempo. Then looking up at his shocked followers he growled, "rope, broth, one of the kitchen women, all in 20 minutes. Not earlier and not later."

They quickly moved out of the room and suit as he removed her dirty clothing, not only for her well being but also to recover and maintain the quality of the sheets. As the minutes passed till the broth, rope, and woman arrived he put one of his large shirts on her to give her a sense of decency. He wanted her more than he expected, and once she was well again, he planned on having her. He wanted the fiery passionate bender beneath him, but he knew he wouldn't enjoy forcing her.

His eyes widened as he opened his suit door to permit his followers back in, he took the rope and expertly tied her completely up, not only to constrain her but also for his own guilty pleasure. She wouldn't move unless he wanted it, and at the moment he just wanted her eating well and gaining her strength back.

He left the room to go back into the office as he heard her moan softly in pain. The position he left her in wasn't fun, or particularly comfortable, but it constrained her, as well as gave him a very pleasing view. The woman was now feeding her broth and trying to convince her to eat. From the sounds of Korra's disgruntled manner he could only chuckle to himself as she discovered how she was tied.

She was not happy, she discovered herself being woken up by a warm delicious broth being put down her throat. Her chains were gone, but ropes that had her arms tied behind her back, connected to her feet, replaced them. She looked down briefly and blushed bright red, although wearing a large male shirt her breasts were pushed upward as well as completely exposed if someone simply moved the shirt upward and tucked it into the rope.

She looked at the woman feeding her and although she seemed to not mind Korra's position or predicament she raised a brow at Korra, leading another spoonful of broth to her lips. Finally when she finished the broth the woman untied a part of the ropes and let her lay back. Although her arms were still not freed Korra couldn't help but relax and nod off as she laid comfortably on he bed.