Back in the room, Korra found herself bound and gagged again, this time with her hands cuffed together above her head and attached to a chain connected to the ceiling. Her ankles were also cuffed together, and Jinora was standing behind her wearing an electrified glove.
Jinora leaned down, her lips brushing against Korra's ear. "Now, let's see how much pain you can take," she whispered darkly before switching on the glove. As it crackled with electricity, Jinora smacked Korra's bottom with it.
Korra let out a high-pitched scream as the electricity shot through her body, causing her to convulse in pain. Jinora watched with a smirk. and continued to shock Korra's ass and thighs while taunting her, calling her mocking nicknames and teasing her about her butt.
As the electric current coursed through Korra's body, it made every nerve ending she had scream in agony.
Jinora leaned closer, her breath hot against Korra's ear. "You know what they say, Korra? The bigger they are, the harder they fall," she purred before delivering another jolt of electricity to Korra's already aching body.
Korra cried out in pain and begged for mercy, but Jinora showed no signs of stopping. It especially hurt when she grabbed her crotch with the electrified glove. As the torture continued, Korra felt like she was on the brink of madness. Jinora's taunts and the electric shocks were driving her to the edge.
She could feel her body trembling and her mind reeling from the onslaught of pain.
"Please, stop," she begged.
Jinora laughed cruelly at Korra's pleas. "Oh, but I'm not going to stop," she replied. "Not until I've decided that I've had enough fun with you."
Jinora continued the torture, switching between shocking Korra's ass and crotch with the glove. She even stuck her tongue out at Korra as she did so, enjoying the look of terror and pain on her face.
After what felt like hours of torture, Jinora finally decided to stop. She unhooked Korra from the ceiling and removed the gag from her mouth. Korra collapsed onto the floor, sobbing and trying to catch her breath. Jinora knelt down next to her, running her fingers through Korra's sweaty hair.
"There, there," she cooed. "It's all over now." Jinora's voice was soft and almost caring as she stroked Korra's back. "You did well, my pet. Now, why don't you go get some rest?"
Korra looked up at Jinora, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe what she had just been through. As Jinora helped her up and led her to the bed, Korra felt a strange mix of emotions.
On one hand, she was grateful that the torture had finally stopped. On the other hand, there was a part of her that enjoyed the pain and humiliation that Jinora had inflicted upon her. Jinora smiled to herself as she watched Korra lay down on the bed, still shaken from their encounter.
She knew that her new pet would need time to recover, but she also knew that she would be back for more in no time. As she left the room, Jinora couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Before long, Jinora began to handle Korra as if she were a wild creature in need of training. Offering rewards in the form of praise and sexual pleasure for good behavior and discipline through electric shocks for disobedience, Jinora made sure to establish her authority in their dynamic.
Despite this, she made sure to show kindness occasionally to prevent any resentment from building up. Korra, on the other hand, struggled with the conflicting emotions of pleasure and pain. She couldn't deny the physical sensations that Jinora's touch and electric shocks had brought her, but she also hated herself for enjoying them.
Korra awoke the next morning feeling sore and exhausted, but also strangely aroused. As she slowly got up from the bed, she noticed a small symbol on her butt cheek. As she rubbed it, she winced slightly in pain and gasped when she realized it was part of her skin, like it had been branded on.
"What the hell?" she muttered under her breath. She looked around the room, trying to remember what had happened last night. The events of their encounter came flooding back to her, and she felt a mix of shame, arousal, and fear.
As she stepped out of the room, she noticed Jinora walking towards her.
"Good morning, Korra," Jinora greeted her with a smirk. "Sleep well?"
Korra avoided eye contact and tried to act nonchalant. "Yeah, fine," she replied, hoping to change the subject. "What's for breakfast?"
Jinora chuckled lightly. "Oh, don't worry about breakfast," she replied, running her fingers along Korra's arm. "You've earned your keep already. Besides, I have other plans for you today."
Jinora's voice sent shivers down Korra's spine. Korra began to feel a mix of emotions as she processed Jinora's words. Part of her wanted to resist and escape from their twisted relationship, but another part of her was drawn to the excitement and danger of it all.
As Jinora led Korra to their training room, she couldn't help but skip while she walked She knew that Korra was conflicted and uncertain about their dynamic, but she also knew that she was becoming more and more addicted to the pleasure and pain that Jinora could bring her.
The day went by with Jinora subjecting Korra to various forms of abuse and sexual torture, each time pushing her boundaries a little further. Korra found herself struggling to maintain control over her emotions and desires as she was repeatedly brought to the brink of pleasure and pain.
She forced to endure multiple slaps while tied to a chair as shocked in the crotch while being strung up, she was surprised by the fact the shocks had started to just tickle now.
Despite the brutality of their encounters, there were moments where Jinora showed kindness or tenderness towards Korra, leaving her confused and frustrated. She couldn't understand why Jinora would hurt her so much one moment and then show her affection the next.
As the day drew to a close, Jinora led Korra back to their living quarters. Korra was exhausted but also aroused, her body aching from the physical exertion and the constant switching between pleasure and pain.
"Strip," Jinora commanded, her voice cold and authoritative.
Korra hesitated for a moment before obeying, slowly removing her clothes until she was standing naked before her mistress. Jinora circled her, examining every inch of her body, her eyes lingering on the symbol on Korra's butt cheek.
"Good girl." She murmured before walking up to Korra and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Rest well, slave. Tomorrow will be another long day of training."
With that, Jinora left the room, leaving Korra alone to contemplate their twisted relationship and the confusing mix of emotions it brought out in her.
As she rubbed the symbol branded onto her, she finally remembered the events of yesterday, when Jinora had her tied down while she used a heated branding iron to mark her butt with a symbol that meant 'slave'. Just thinking about it made her wet quickly.
Korra awoke the next morning to the sound of Jinora entering their chambers. She lay still, her heart racing as she anticipated whatever torment her mistress had in store for her today. Jinora walked over to her and stood looking down at her with a predatory smile. "Good morning, slave."
Korra tried to hide her nervousness as she looked up at her mistress. "Good morning, Mistress Jinora." She replied, her voice shaking slightly.
Jinora chuckled darkly. "I have a special treat planned for you today," she said, running her fingers along Korra's arm.
Korra tensed up as she felt Jinora's touch. "What kind of treat?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Jinora smirked. "You'll see," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
Before anything else happened, Korra spent the day undergoing various forms of training, both physical and mental. Jinora pushed her to her limits, testing her strength, agility, and endurance.
By the time night fell, Jinora had invited Korra to a masquerade ball at fancy place in Republic City, the name of which Korra couldn't remember but she did remember to dress formally like Jinora instructed and to wear a disguise so that no one would recognize her.
As she entered the ballroom, Korra felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. She knew that this was going to be another test for her, but she also couldn't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of being with Jinora in such a public setting.
She blushed when she saw Jinora dressed in a fancy way too. While she was also in disguise, it was one that only Korra would recognize her in.
"Glad you could make it, my darling Korra." Jinora smiled.
"L-Likewise…" Korra gulped. "So… why are we…?"
"What? We can't just go on a date together?" Jinora questioned.
Korra blushed heavily. "I-I guess not?" She replied nervously.
Jinora chuckled softly before taking Korra's hand and leading her onto the dance floor. The music was slow and sensual, perfect for their purposes.
As they danced, Jinora leaned in close to Korra, her body pressing against hers. She could feel Korra's heart racing beneath her hand. "You know," she whispered, "I've been wanting to do this for a while now."
Korra looked at her mistress curiously, not quite understanding what she meant. "Do what?" She asked softly.
Jinora grinned wickedly before moving her hand from Korra's waist and grabbing Korra's butt cheek, squeezing it hard enough to make the older girl squeak. "This."
"Aah!" Korra responded.
"That's it. I trust you're ok with this?" Jinora inquired.
"Y-Yeah…" Korra stammered.
Korra couldn't believe what was happening. Jinora was openly groping her in public and she didn't seem to mind. In fact, a part of her was enjoying it. Jinora smiled and leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Korra's ear. "Good," she whispered. "So, have you ever experienced a slow dance like this before?"
"No… I mean, um, I guess I've danced like this before when my Dad used to make me as a kid." Korra admitted nervously.
"Well, you're having a real one with me now." Jinora declared. Jinora chuckled darkly before leaning in and biting Korra's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "And you're enjoying every second of it, aren't you?"
Korra gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Y-Yes..."
Jinora smirked, her tongue darting out to lick the spot where she had bitten Korra's earlobe. "Good girl," she purred, her voice filled with an unsettling mix of affection and dominance. "Now, let's continue our dance."
As they continued to dance, Jinora's grip on Korra's butt tightened, and she began to grind against her, their hips moving in a sensual rhythm. Korra tried to focus on the music and the movement, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Jinora's body pressed so tightly against hers.
The night continued with Jinora leading Korra around the ballroom, her hand never leaving Korra's butt as they danced. Jinora enjoyed the power she held over Korra, seeing the older girl blush and squirm under her touch.
Korra was overwhelmed by the intense feelings Jinora's actions were stirring within her. She felt both embarrassed and aroused, unable to control the reactions of her body to Jinora's dominance.
As the night wore on, Jinora brought Korra to a secluded corner of the ballroom where they could be alone. She moved in close, her body pressing against Korra's once again. "Can you assure me one thing?" Jinora whispered in her ear.
"Like what?" Korra asked.
"Be with me. Give me your word that you won't ever leave my side." Jinora requested, voice filled love and passion.
Korra swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I-I promise. I won't leave your side." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the intense desire she felt for Jinora. Jinora smiled, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Good girl," she purred, her hand trailing down Korra's side and stopping at her hip. She pulled Korra closer, their bodies flush against each other. "This is such a nice feeling…"
"I know, I've never felt more at ease in my life." Korra agreed.
Neither she nor Jinora seemed to notice or even care about all the eyes on them.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
"Can you believe what they're doing?"
Those were the kinds of things people were whispering about all around, not that they noticed. Jinora leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Korra's ear.
"Shh... don't listen to them," she whispered. "Let's just enjoy this moment together."
And with that, she pulled Korra even closer, their bodies melting into each other in a dance that spoke more than words ever could.
"When I'm in your presence, the rest of the world just fades away, leaving only you and I in our own little universe." Jinora expressed.
"I know how you feel." Korra smiled.
"It'd be wonderful if we could remain in this moment forever." Jinora said with love.
"Sure would." Korra agreed.
Later, Korra was back in her room, staring at her reflection, completely lost in thought. She still couldn't believe it, even after all this time; she was in a secret relationship with Tenzin's oldest daughter, someone that was seven years younger than her.
But that wasn't all; Jinora had also taken control of their relationship, making Korra her personal slave and subjecting her to daily abuse and sexual torture. As much as Korra tried to deny it, she couldn't help but admit that she enjoyed every moment of it. The shameful thrill of being dominated by someone so young and powerful was overwhelming.
She remembered the first time Jinora had forced her to her knees and made her beg for mercy. Korra felt a rush of excitement and humiliation all at once. It was then that she knew there was no going back. She was Jinora's slave now, body and soul. The thought both terrified and aroused her.
Just then, a pajama-clad Jinora stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Hi, Korra," she said, surprising Korra.
"Oh! Jinora! I didn't hear you come in." Korra admitted. Her brows became knitted upon noticing the predatory smile on Jinora's face. "What is it? W-Why are you staring at me like that?"
Jinora giggled as she locked the door behind her and started to unbutton her pajama shirt. "Nothing. I just wanted to say good night, but then I couldn't help but keep my eyes on you. You look so pretty tonight."
Korra's heart raced as Jinora's words sank in. She couldn't help but feel flustered by her mistress's gaze. "Thank you, Jinora. That means a lot to me."
"You're welcome, Korra." Jinora replied, her voice filled with warmth.
"Ji-Jinora… I-I don't think…" Korra stuttered nervously.
"What is it, Korra?" Jinora asked, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "You were about to say something, weren't you?"
Korra swallowed hard, her face flushing crimson. "I… W-What are you doing?" Korra questioned, looking both surprised and nervous as Jinora dropped and stepped out of her pants, then slid her shirt off, revealing her nightgown underneath.
"I think it's crystal clear, don't you think? It's time to take the next step." Jinora stated.
"I-I'm not quite sure I understand..." Korra slowly said, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Jinora chuckled softly. "Don't be dense. You know precisely what I'm referring to."
Korra's heart raced, she did know what Jinora was implying. She had always secretly fantasized about being intimate with her mistress, but never dared to voice it out loud. The two of them had been sexual for a while but had always stopped short of having sex and taking each other's virginity's. Now, it seemed like her desires were about to become a reality.
"Oh, um... Do you... um... want to engage in... um... You wanna… do the deed with me?" Korra guessed.
Jinora smiled as she started to pull off her nightgown. "Sure, if that's how you want to phrase it. Come on, Korra. Let's do the deed," she said as she held her nightgown to the side.
"What?! Hold on, why don't you put some clothes on, and then we can talk about this?" Korra requested. Jinora responded by dropped her nightgown on the floor, leaving her in just her panties. "Oh! Ok. That is the complete opposite of getting dressed."
"Embrace your desires, slave. You know you cannot resist me. Don't you want me?" Jinora asked seductively.
Korra couldn't believe what was happening. She had always fantasized about being with Jinora, but never thought it would actually happen. As Jinora stood before her, Korra's heart raced, and her body felt alive with anticipation.
"Yes, Jinora. I do."
Jinora smirked, pleased with Korra's response. "Good girl. Now come here and prove it," she commanded.
Korra hesitantly approached her mistress, unable to believe that this was actually happening. As she got closer, Jinora reached out and pulled Korra toward the bed. Korra laid on top of the bed on her back while Jinora crawled closer to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. "It's finally happening. You and I are finally going to lose our virginities. Isn't it exciting?"
"A-Are you absolutely sure this is the appropriate time? Wha-What if your father catches us?" Korra nervously inquired,
"Don't worry about him," Jinora replied with a smirk, "He's fast asleep in his chambers. Just relax and savor the journey." Korra nodded hesitantly, still feeling uneasy about the situation.
As Jinora leaned in closer, Korra closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable. She felt Jinora's warm breath on her neck as her mistress whispered, "I want you to take off my panties, slave."
Korra swallowed hard, her heart racing as she reached out tentatively to touch the lace-trimmed fabric that covered Jinora's hips. With shaking hands, she slid the panties down.
Jinora watched Korra remove her panties with a smirk, enjoying the nervousness and anticipation in the air. "That's a good girl," she purred, running her fingers through Korra's hair. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you."
The little girl placed her lips on Korra's right boob and started sucking it, causing Korra's body to tremble.
"A-aaaah!" The Avatar cried. Jinora chuckled softly as she felt Korra's body shiver under her touch. She continued to tease her nipple with her tongue, flicking it occasionally to heighten the sensation.
Korra groaned, her hips bucking slightly off the bed as she tried to get closer to the sensation. "Jinora... stop teasing..." She pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Not yet, slave," Jinora replied, her tone firm. She moved down to Korra's left boob and started sucking on it as well, alternating between both nipples. Korra arched her back in pleasure, unable to believe how good it felt. Jinora smiled, pleased with her work.
"You like that, don't you?" She asked teasingly.
"Yes... I do," Korra moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. Jinora chuckled softly before pinching and pulling on Korra's nipples. "Ouch! Stop, that hurts!"
"Good," Jinora replied with a smirk, "I want you to feel everything." She moved down Korra's stomach, stopping to tease her navel before continuing lower.
"I-Is this really happening?" Korra stammered, her mind reeling from the sensations she was experiencing. Jinora reached the top of Korra's panties and slowly slid them down.
As Korra tightly gripped the sheets, Jinora sat up, pulled on her left nipple with one hand and rubbed her crotch with the other. Korra gasped, trying to process the intense mixture of pleasure and pain she was feeling. Jinora continued to tease her, alternating between rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.
"You're so tight," Jinora murmured, sliding a finger into Korra's wetness.
"Oh! Oh! Jinora! I want you... inside me...!" Korra exclaimed before Jinora stuffed her panties in her mouth.
Jinora smiled wickedly as she watched Korra's pleading eyes. She leaned in and kissed her neck, her breath hot against her skin. "You're such a pervert, Korra," she whispered.
The two soon changed positions, with Jinora's butt on Korra's face and her head buried in Korra's snatch. The two licked each other eagerly. As Korra lapped up Jinora's juices, Jinora moaned in pleasure, her hips grinding against Korra's face. "Fuck, that feels good," she groaned.
Jinora continued to ride Korra's face, bucking her hips in rhythm with Korra's licks and kisses. As she felt herself getting closer to orgasm, she pulled Korra's hair gently, signaling for her to stop. "I'm gonna cum," she warned.
Jinora's warning was enough for Korra to slow down her pace, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. As Jinora's orgasm hit her, she felt the warmth of her juices on her face and the tremors in her body. Jinora slowly dismounted from Korra's face, leaving a trail of her juices on Korra's cheeks.
"That was amazing," she panted, her eyes still half-lidded with pleasure. Korra could only nod in agreement.
They ended up changing positions again, with Korra bent over her bed bound and gagged again while Jinora kneeled behind her and fingered her pussy. Korra cried out in pleasure as Jinora's fingers teased her sensitive folds, her hips bucking involuntarily against the touch. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing with each thrust of Jinora's fingers.
"You like that, huh?" Jinora purred, her breath hot against Korra's ear. Korra whimpered in response, unable to form a coherent answer with the panties in her mouth. Jinora chuckled softly before pulling her fingers out of Korra's wetness and replacing them with something else. "Now what do you have here?"
Korra looked back over her shoulder in confusion, her eyes widening when she saw what Jinora was holding: a plastic dildo "W-What are you doing?" She asked, her voice muffled by the gag.
Jinora smirked at Korra's reaction. "I'm going to make you a woman," she said, her tone cold and calculating. With that, she slowly pushed the dildo into Korra's tight entrance.
Korra gasped in pain as Jinora forced the dildo inside her, tears streaming down her face. "Please stop," she whimpered, her body trembling with the intrusion.
Jinora ignored Korra's pleas and began to thrust the dildo in and out of her pussy, grunting with each stroke. "You're such a slut," she hissed in her ear.
Korra closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear the pain and humiliation any longer. She felt Jinora's hands gripping her hips tightly, pulling her back against each thrust. The sensation of being filled up was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting wetter with each passing moment.
Jinora continued to thrust the dildo in and out of Korra's pussy, her movements becoming faster and more forceful. Korra's cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Jinora took pleasure in her suffering. After what seemed like an eternity, Jinora finally pulled the dildo out of Korra's pussy, leaving her sore and exhausted.
"There," she said, her voice cold and mocking. "You're a woman now."
As Jinora undid Korra's binding and pulled her panties out of her mouth, she stepped back and let Korra slid off the bed and stand on her knees. She slowly turned around and, while still on her knees, moved closer to Jinora before wrapping her around her, like if she let go she would sink into the floor.
Jinora looked down at Korra, a smirk playing on her lips. "That's right," she purred, running her fingers through Korra's hair. "You're my little slut now."
Korra whimpered softly as she leaned into Jinora's touch, unable to deny the thrill she felt from being completely dominated by her. She knew that this was wrong, that she should hate what was happening, but something inside her seemed to crave more of Jinora's abuse.
Korra looked up at Jinora, her eyes filled with desire. She nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yes, Mistress."
Jinora smirked down at her. "Good girl," she purred, before making them both kneel, cupping her face and pulling her in closer to press their lips together in a rough, possessive kiss. Korra melted into the kiss, returning it with just as much passion as Jinora was showing her. When they finally pulled apart, Jinora's eyes were gleaming with satisfaction. "You are mine."
Korra whimpered softly at the possessive tone in Jinora's voice, nodding in agreement. "Yes, Mistress." She replied, her voice shaking slightly. As Jinora released her from their embrace, Korra remained kneeling on the floor, her head bowed in submission.
Jinora smirked, pleased with Korra's obedience. "Now," she purred, "get up and clean this room." She motioned around the messy bedroom, her eyes fixed on Korra's submissive form.
Korra hesitated for a moment before slowly standing up. Jinora's smirk grew wider as she watched Korra stand up, her eyes never leaving her.
"Good girl," she purred again, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Korra bowed her head in submission once more and began to clean up the room, her movements slow and deliberate. As Korra cleaned the room, Jinora watched her with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
She then decided to push things further. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a collar and leash.
"On your hands and knees," Jinora commanded, holding up the leash. Korra, completely broken mentally now, obeyed without question.
With a sinister grin, Jinora fastened the collar around Korra's neck and snapped it shut, the sound echoing through the room.
"Time for your walk," she purred, her voice dripping with dominance.
Korra followed Jinora's orders obediently and began to walk on all fours like a dog, her head bowed in submission. Jinora led her out of the bedroom and down the hallway, her grip on the leash firm.
As they walked, Jinora continued to torment Korra mentally and physically, taking pleasure in her complete submission.
She guided her through the halls of their home, ignoring the shocked looks from her family when they saw them. Even the secret was out in the open now, Jinora didn't care anymore, she had completely dominated the Avatar, who's now willing to do anything for her and anyone that tried to stop them would regret it, even the Republic City Police.
Jinora walked down the crowded streets of Republic City, her grip on the leash tight. Korra followed behind her, head bowed in shame and submission. People gasped and whispered as they passed by the bizarre sight of the naked Avatar being led around like a dog. Jinora ignored the stares and comments, her focus solely on maintaining control over Korra.
She led them through the marketplace, past stalls selling food and trinkets. As they walked, Jinora occasionally tugged on the leash, causing Korra to stumble or grovel at her feet. Soon enough, Korra felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
"Pee here," Jinora commanded, pointing to a nearby alleyway.
Korra hesitated for a moment before realizing she had no choice. With tears streaming down her face, she raised her leg and began to pee in the alleyway. Jinora watched with amusement as Korra's urine splattered onto the ground. Once she was finished, Jinora yanked on the leash, and they started moving again.
As they continued walking through the city, Jinora spotted an opportunity to humiliate Korra even further. She dragged her to a busy intersection and made her beg for food with her hands held up and her tongue sticking out as she barked. Korra, starved and weak from constant abuse, couldn't help but comply.
People watched in shock as the naked Avatar begged for scraps of food, her once proud and strong demeanor reduced to that of a broken slave. Some even went so far as to throw coins at her, laughing at her misfortune. Jinora reveled in Korra's humiliation, her sadistic side taking pleasure in the suffering of the Avatar who had once been her friend.
Korra's life had become a living nightmare. Every waking moment was filled with pain, humiliation, and degradation at the hands of her former friend, Jinora. She had been transformed from the strong and confident Avatar into a submissive slave, completely at the mercy of Jinora's twisted desires.
Jinora continued to torment Korra in public, making her perform degrading tasks such as licking the shoes of passersby and wag her 'tail'. People stared and some even took pictures, further humiliating the once-proud Avatar.
Her fate was all but sealed when Jinora bought fake dog ears and a dog tail buttplug then inserted said tail into her anus.
Jinora led Korra to a nearby park, where she made her assume a humiliating position, with her head and chest on the ground and her bottom in the air. The naked Avatar was completely exposed, her vulnerability on display for anyone who cared to look.
People then began to take pictures of Korra in this embarrassing position, while Jinora, reveling in Korra's humiliation, grinned maliciously.
Despite the public nature of their encounters, no one dared intervene for fear of facing the wrath of the Avatar and her sadistic mistress.