Ch 5
April 1943
Henderson Field
"Here's the mission. We're to conduct a small bombing run on Rabaul. It'll involve 15 bombers and 8 fighter escorts. Just one quick run over the field. The primary targets are the airfield and oil storages. There will be heavy anti-air, so fly in fast and low. Good hunting." The base commander said, and the pilots stood up from their chairs.
"Aang, if you run into your nemesis again, kill her." Sokka said, as he climbed into the cockpit of his F6F.
"You bet I will. But you and everyone else stay away from the dogfight. She's very skilled like none other. I'll take her." Aang said.
The strike force lifted from Henderson Field and flew towards Rabaul.
"Here they come!" a pilot yelled, as a dozen zero's flew past them, guns blazing.
"Where the hell did they come from?!" Aang asked, as he tailed a Zero and shot it down.
"Must be a squadron on patrol. They're probably low on fuel, so keep fighting." Sokka said.
"He's on my tail!"
Aang looked down and saw a Hellcat chased by, you guessed it, his nemesis flying the blood-red zeke.
Diving onto his enemy, Aang pulled the trigger and watched as the .50 bullets struck the blood red zero and it blew up.
"Finally. That's done for." Aang said.
"Above you!"
Another Zero dove down on Aang's Corsair at a maddening speed. Both planes collided and went down into the sea.
The kinetic force of the plane hitting the ocean threw Aang's head forward against the cockpit instruments and knocked him out.
…
Waking up in a groggy state, Aang found he was chained to a wall, his arms and legs spread wide open. Looking around, he saw he was in a room, filled with various torture devices. Whips, chains, rope, a mouth gag, and some other objects Aang didn't want to know.
"Where the hell am I?" Aang asked.
A door opened and closed, and Azula walked in.
"I've been looking forward to this. And here we are." Azula said, her silky voice sending chills down Aang's spine.
"I shot you down!" Aang said.
"Nope. I gave a different pilot my aircraft. You took the bait, and hook, line, and sinker." Azula said.
"Alright. You got me. But I'm not talking." Aang said.
"You don't understand your situation. I saved your ass. You would have been interrogated, and brutally killed, whether you gave information or not. So I decided to give you an alternative." Azula said.
"What kind of alternative?" Aang asked.
"Simple. You're my slave. You do anything and everything I say. If not, you'll be thrown to the interrogators, and to death. Those are your only two options." Azula said.
"Fine. What do you want me to do?" Aang asked.
"For now, nothing." Azula said, and quickly kicked Aang in the balls hard.
Aang screamed as the pain in his testicles went up to one thousand. Azula un-cuffed Aang and he fell to the floor, holding his balls. Azula giggled at the sight.
"What's so funny?" Aang groaned in pain.
"You're the only allied pilot who survived this long against me in a dogfight, and with one kick to the jewels, you're reduced from a hardened soldier to a whimpering mess." Azula said.
"You're a woman. You don't know what I'm going thru." Aang said, crawling away from Azula, who slowly walked towards him.
"You're right. I don't. But I do enjoy this. Seeing a man in such agony is so… arousing." Azula said, stunning Aang for a second.
"You're insane." Aang said.
Azula simply shrugged her shoulders and grabbed one of Aang's legs and put it flush against the wall and held it in place with a taut chain and cuff. She did the same process to the other leg, leaving Aang in a painful middle split.
"Wow. Most men aren't capable of that. Probably because of these." Azula said, pushing her foot into Aang's genitals.
Aang let out a high pitched squeal, as he tried to control his gag reflex, bile threatening to come out.
Azula lifted Aang off the ground, then slammed him onto the ground, the weight of his body firmly on his testicles. Aang came close to blacking out.
"Watch and learn." Azula said, as she slid into the splits, mocking Aang for his pain as she felt none.
"I suggest you get used to this. As long as you're my prisoner, this will be the norm." Azula said, as she pulled Aang's dick and balls out into view. Aang looked in shock at what Azula would do.
"Don't worry. I won't bite. Much." Azula said, stroking Aang.
Aang sighed as Azula stroked him to high mast. Azula's lips turned into a cruel smirk as she held a hand and slapped Aang's balls hard.
"You like that, don't you?" Azula asked, as she felt Aang twitch.
"No." Aang said, resulting in Azula slapping his sac again.
"Your cock tells a different story." Azula said, now roughly stroking Aang.
Azula stood up and pressed her foot on Aang's member and pivoted her foot on dick causing Aang to grimace in pain. Azula continued the torture until Aang released his load.
"That quick eh? I'll just have to work on your stamina." Azula said.
Henderson Field
"This is a bad day." The base commander said, as he looked at the casualty report.
4 fighters and 7 bombers were shot down by Japanese aircraft and anti-air.
"Yes, sir. And our ace has been shot down." Sokka said.
The commander tossed the report onto the table.
"Damn it. And he'll be in captivity for a while, if not the rest of the war." He said.
"Sir?" Sokka asked.
"We don't have enough forces to try and pull him out. Rabaul is too heavy defended. And with our forces scattered to hell across the goddamned pacific… I've heard rumors that command is planning to saturate Rabaul near the end of the year. At that point, Aang will be either dead, or transferred to another place. God help him if he's still alive."