Spooky Sapphic Kinktober 2023

by sultrysapphics (sappysapphics) (ao3)

Chapter 1: Kink Index! Kinkdex.

Here we go, this is my first public shot at a Kinktober on this site! I've written them before in private, and on other sites, but this is my first year putting one up on AO3.

I warn you already, though I'm sure most of the people who read this it won't matter to, but I might not be able to finish this in a timely manner. In the last 24 hours, my health and energy have taken a little bit of a nosedive, along with my inspiration to write in part. However, in an effort to push past many of my anxieties about how much work this may take to adhere to, I am at least making it to Day 1. I could fall behind right after that, but for the sake of giving it a shot, I'm going to try. In the end, even if it ends up being in November, or December, I plan to finish this fic. I hope you, the readers of this story, will understand that. Starting this causes me some stress, and I have been debating whether to do this or not for the last week, I'm at least going to try. What's the worst that can happen?

Found below is the list I will be using, my selected choices from the Kinktober 2023 list. This first chapter will serve as an index to identify which chapters are which, and I will update it as those chapters are written, with the ships that are represented in those chapters, as those chapters come out.

I will be drawing from the following fandoms for ships for these chapters:

- Genshin Impact, RWBY, Legend of Korra, Teen Titans (Starfire/Raven Only), She-Ra And The Princesses of Power, Adventure Time (Marceline/Bubblegum Only), Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia.

If one of the days has multiple kinks listed, and a slash between them, it is due to me either being undecided as of yet which one I wish to go with, or that I am including both due to a particular idea that entered my mind.

Without further ado...

The LIST!

Day 1: Ochaco/Tsu - Leather & Latex
Day 2: Shinobu/Makio/Daki - Roleplay
Day 3: Raven/Starfire - Hate Sex
Day 4: Korra/Asami - Prostitution
Day 5: ??? - Collaring
Day 6: ??? - Dubcon
Day 7: ??? - Waxplay
Day 8: ??? - Master & Slave
Day 9: ??? - Stripping
Day 10: ??? - Fucking Machine
Day 11: ??? - Petplay/Humiliaton/Sensory Deprivation
Day 12: ??? - Costumes
Day 13: ??? - Size Difference
Day 14: ??? - Orgasm Denial
Day 15: ??? - Noncon
Day 16: ??? - Public/Gags
Day 17: ??? - Threesome/Moresome
Day 18: ??? - Spanking
Day 19: ??? - Exhibitionism & Vouyerism
Day 20: ??? - Mind Control
Day 21: ??? - Tentacles
Day 22: ??? - Bondage
Day 23: ??? - Collaring/Facesitting
Day 24: ??? - Sex Toys
Day 25: ??? - Human Furniature/Edging
Day 26: ??? - Overstimulation
Day 27: ??? - S&M
Day 28: ??? - Body Worship
Day 29: ??? - Breathplay
Day 30: ??? - Freeuse/Overstimulation
Day 31: ?????

Kinktober will soon begin, with Day 1! Trust me, it annoys me far more than it does you, that Day 1 will be Chapter 2.

Chapter 2: Ochaco/Tsu - Leather & Latex

The end of the war created between heroes and villains, was a matter of the past.

Following the trend in society, between times of great darkness, and times of booming prosperity, celebration followed the disaster of Japan's near collapse into tyranny. Much of hero society had rebuilt it's self, and given way to a roaring era of partying and vices. Anything to forget about the doom that had passed, and live in the moment, glad to be alive.

The infamous Class 1A graduated from their time in the world-renowned Hero Academy, blasting through their second and third years due to practical experiences, and being set free into a newly rebuilt country. Many heroes took up far more hedonistic lives...

"You don't need to get it first try! Just let me see, come on!" Mina called out, sitting on the bench against the wall in the changing rooms of the expensive boutique she had dragged her fellow heroes along to.

Mina had taken to the context of the new era better than anyone. She already had the spirit of a party animal, before graduating, and was not allowing her 1A girl friends to be left behind in her hedonistic pursuits. Mina understood better than anyone else when this era had begun, that real heroes need time to kick back themselves. Can't save everyone else, if nobody keeps your spirits up. While her fellow students may have understood the practical level of that philosophy, and how it informs structuring a society, Mina understood the carnal purposes of it. Everyone else knew how a world should be structured, Mina understood how to make people feel good.

"You'll see us when we're ready!" Ocacho called out from the left booth in front of Mina, her hand holding the curtain shut yet again, as she wobbled on the spot trying to slip on her outfit. "This stuff is hard to get on, especially with my cup size!"

"Lucky- ribbit-" Tsu complained from the right booth, jealousy in her tone, and a slight huff under her breath as she squeezed into this particular garment. With it slipping over her chest, particularly quickly. "-some of us didn't even get one growth spurt..."

"Are you nearly done Tsu?" Mina asked, sneaking up off the bench and tip-toeing over to the curtain that Tsu had stopped holding shut. Her eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Open the curtain- and I'll slap you, Mina." Tsu responded dryly, sliding a set of boots up her legs.

"Save that for the party~" Mina laughed, grabbing the side of the curtain, and threatening to swish it open just to get under Tsu's skin. "-you know how Jirou and Momo are ever since they got their place together. The fact that we're wearing kinky stuff to this party- means we're definitely getting down and dirty together~ why can't I get a sneak peek now~?"

"Mina has got a point..." Ochaco sighed, winding her shoulders to make sure her very tight-fitting outfit wasn't going to tear. Surprisingly, it didn't! Despite all of the strain being put on it from her breasts in front, it was just snug enough to feel tight, but not be uncomfortable. "-we've seen each other naked plenty, it's not that big of a deal really...?"

"We've seen each other naked for orgies at Momo and Jirou's, and when we've been bathing together-" Tsu interrupted, placing her hand to hold her curtain shut against Mina's spying. Mina was being pervy, but she at least respected not to open the curtain if you motioned to stop her doing it. She put up a fight sometimes...but just to keep you on your toes. "all for a purpose. Not in a situation where we didn't have to. Context applies. There's a reason we're using changing rooms, ribbit."

"Uh huh- and you two have never seen each other naked when you didn't have to? You sure about that?" Mina asked, with a knowing smugness in her voice, looking towards each of the curtains. Ochaco squeaked behind hers, prompting a laugh out of Mina.

"We're not dating Mina." Tsu denied outright, with a deep frown, that Mina was protected from by that accursed curtain.

"Are you sure?" Mina cackled, with a devilish snicker. "If it's not dating- are you two just bed buddies~? You like to take naps with each other and grind a little bit in your lewd dreams about each other?"

"We don't have a thing, Mina!" Ochaco denied, poking her head out from the curtain to fully glare at Mina. "And we're not secretly harbouring feelings for each other either!"

"Well hurry up anyway! I want to see my sexy girls in sexy clothes!" Mina objected, trying to entertain herself with mischief or gossip, and Ochaco and Tsu were letting her have neither! This was unfair...

"Here." Tsu rolled her eyes, as she opened her changing room curtain after a significant amount of scowling at Mina to back up and sit down.

Tsu's outfit, as she revealed it in one confident motion, was perfectly tailored to her body shape. Tsu's outfit was much less a set of clothing, and much more, a collection of excellently placed leather straps. Buckled and bonded around her body in the shape a rope harness might otherwise take. Pulled in tight restraints around the curves of her body, to push out her butt, chest and thighs, making them more prominent, while leaving no space undecorated by leather, metal or plush fat. Tsu's frame was never particularly curvy but her ensemble filled out her frame nicely, making her just stocky enough in her height to be both small and curvy. Her legs were adorned in two tall boots, zipped up the sides, and a matching set of elbow-length black gloves. Tsu finished it all off with a thin black choker around her neck and a black bow in her hair.

"Damn Tsu!" Mina clapped, rising to her feet to bounce in place in joy! "Looking so GOOD!" Mina squealed, wiggling on the spot out of joy, and throwing her arms around Tsu in celebration. She had been urging Tsu to diversify her wardrobe for a while, some fetishwear would do good for her, and Mina was right! Tsu looked amazing!

"Awww Mina- I love you too you pink pervert-" Tsu smiled, hugging Mina back, and patting her back, with a wide smile. She dropped any frustrations with Mina. Mina always meant well.

"You should have told me you dressed up so well! I would have dragged you here ages ago! Look at you, you sexy thing~" Mina tapped her forehead against Tsu's, and took a step back to slide her hands over her shoulders and examine the outfit. "The things I want you to do to me...wow..."

"I didn't realise I could be this sexy- ribbit-" Tsu admitted, with a faint pink blush as she shut her eyes and her whole face was enveloped by a brimming smile. "-fantasizing about me already? Do you get more of a bar hookup, or a "I would pay for you to step on me' feeling?" Tsu asked, waving her hands up and down at her body, before looking up at Mina sheepishly.

"Both. I would pay good money to get a night with the beautiful Froppy~" Mina flirted blatantly, pressing her chest against Tsu's, and leaning forward to tease that she would kiss Tsu.

"I'm in the wrong job then." Tsu noted. Much to Mina's surprise, her friend didn't obviously pull away. In fact, her lips parted, expecting the kiss to come.

"aHEM." Ocacho jealously interrupted, with a single stomp of her foot, her head poking out again with a scrunched scowl towards the two of them. Her cheeks were red from how hard she was staring at the two.

"Sorry, Ochaco- girl pretty- ribbit-" Tsu shrugged, taking words out of a drunk Ochaco's mouth earlier that week, to tease her while she was already vulnerable. She leaned forward to give Mina a kiss on the cheek and then smiled at Ochaco.

"You better get out here Ochaco~ I'm gonna kiss your girlfriend more~" Mina teased. Leaning forward to kiss Tsu's face back, before planting her cheek against Tsu's. Both of their heads tilted to stare at Ochaco tauntingly, with sticking their tongues out in sync.

"She's not my girlfriend." Ochaco shook her head, her cheeks puffing up, her nostrils flaring adorably. "But...I think I'm ready..."

"Get out here then Ochaco!" Tsu encouraged, separating from Mina, and hopping over to perch on the bench. "And give us a catwalk twirl! I know you can work it, just a little strut."

After a beat to muster her energy, Ochaco emerged from her changing room.

She stood in the doorway as the curtain flew aside, dressed from head to toe, in shining, polished latex. A zipper ran up the front of her body, coming up just high enough to contain and compress her large bust. Her body was covered in a latex catsuit, all the way along her arms up to her wrists, all the way down her legs to her ankles, her torso completely covered but leaving room for the dip of her cleavage. Ochaco's body was already impressive, even without being highlighted this way. Fat in all the right places, and muscular in others from the intense physical stress of her profession. Her short bob of hair added to the impression of the suit, being cut so short, that nothing covered over the glint of black latex. A dominant layer of colour, wielded by a dynamite body.

"One." Ochaco spoke, as she took a confident step forward, her face draining of emotion. It turned to how it had been in the days before AFO's defeat, cold and calculating, pensive and absent. A face that had brought her classmates to dread, fearing for her safety and joy, but now had been mastered into a bold expression of control. Her first step sent shivers up Mina's back to see. The force of intimidation radiated off of that girl's stare, as Ochaco looked right into her soul.

"Two." Ochaco continued to count, taking a second step forward, this time with her other leg. The sound of the latex shifting cast her voice even wider and more imposing. Tsu flinched, as her foot hit the ground. One hand slapping over her own heart, and the other her mouth. Her quirk was built to match that of a Frog, giving her animalistic senses and impulses sometimes, the need to hibernate in the cold being an important one. This time though, Tsu experienced a true fight or flight response. Her quirk acknowledged Ochaco in some ways, to be her natural predator, and the only choice was to run or be eaten.

"Three." Ochaco concluded, as both of her arms raised with a twirl around the wrist each, to place both of her flat palms on the back of her head. Drawing all attention away from her legs, with their commanding steps forward, and all eyes to her chest. Without the defence of her arms, the eye naturally travelled to the place Ochaco was presenting, by the command of her imposing body. Her hips tilted in place, letting her body weight shift onto one leg and she closed her eyes, tilting her chin to the side, posing as if for a painting. With just the weight of her ability to carry herself alone, Ochaco enforced silence.

Mina and Tsu's hearts were thumping, as their bodies individually froze in place next to each other, looking at the self-actualised woman in front of them, holding her pose like she was gripping their lungs to not allow them to breathe until she was done. They stared, as their hearts thumped in states of incredibly aroused fear.

"Can I cum yet..." Mina whimpered, partially as a joke in order to break the silence, but instead, it sent shivers up her back. Ochaco didn't move, she kept silent, and Tsu seemed to take a hit from Mina speaking as well. The way Ochaco just denied anything to fill this space, besides her own body, was overwhelming, to say the least. It's a person's instinct to want to fill the silence with noise, human beings hate silence...but Ochaco denying that privilege...made her feel more than human...

Ochaco inhaled slowly, Mina and Tsu subconsciously following the command they were given to inhale at the same pace as her...and exhale again just as slowly. In that moment, Ochaco may have been able to do anything to them, the way she held onto their body's reflexes like that. But all she did was breathe.

"Good girls~" Ochaco smiled, opening her eyes to look down at the two. "Mina- I want you t-" Ochaco started to say, her mind lost somewhere else and a devilish impulse rising through her. This impulse was interrupted, by the splitting of her zipper under the weight of her chest.

"RIBBIT-" Tsu yelped out of fear, ducking her head as the metal zipper binged off the wall beside it, her sharpened instincts protecting her.

Ochaco's chest BURST out from her catsuit, the great weight she had tried to contain in it, being freed by the strain it placed on her clothes in this particular pose, pushing her body forward like this. Her fat breasts fell out from the open catsuit, revealing those beautiful curvy mounds, with dark pink nipples in the centres of them. Even they matched the rest of her body, heavy breasts, that fell into position far too perfectly. The exact mixture of being fat and squishy, as well as firm, drives Mina's brain haywire with desire. Ochaco was always unbelievably lucky with this! Even the parts of her body that were fatter, only made her hotter! Those sandbag thighs and melon breasts! It wasn't fair!

"Mina! Look away and stop drooling!" Ochaco huffed, her confidence blowing away like smoke, as she wrapped an arm around her breasts, and covered her crotch with the other. Rising up one leg to squeeze it around her hand. Her face turned steaming red in an instant.

"Let me touch them!" Mina called out, leaping off of the bench and knocking Ochaco to the ground, clambering on top of her to reach and squeeze at her classmates breasts.

"Ahhh! Get away from my nipples! Tsu! Help me!" Ochaco called out as Mina held her down and brought her face to Ochaco's breasts. "Ahhh! She's sucking! Tsuuuuu!!!!!"

Chapter 3: Shinobu/Makio/Daki - Roleplay

Daki thrashed against the chains holding her wrists limply. Her body was not covered in red marks, only due to her powerful regeneration...but she could feel the sting from the dulled sword slashes and whip marks across her stripped body.

Surrounding her were stone walls, the brickwork too blurry to make out, but there were enough spiderwebbed cracks to tell Daki it was old. It felt ironic to be restrained in a dark and dingy stone cell, and it was an irony that Daki deeply despised. The mixture of shattered pride and shame. She had been weak enough to be bested by that cursed Hashira, separated from her brother, and sedated. Being thrown in a dark, cold room like this was beneath someone as beautiful as her.

The air was thick with the smell of Wisteria, sapping away Daki's strength and slowing her regeneration. She couldn't even muster the energy to peel her hand out from the manacles around her wrists and try to escape the toxic fumes, even her will to fight was fading quickly. That fragile Hashira had sprayed her down with Wisteria perfume as another ironic joke, making it impossible for her to escape even if a particularly steep gust of cold wind blew through the cells.

Daki was glad it was dark down here, normally cells came with a barred window for sunlight to slip through, but she had been thankfully denied the presence of one. She would have liked to have made the decision herself, but that was just every part of her crying out to regain control of the situation wanting to make a choice because she was sure she would lack the ability to make them from now onwards.

A manacle held around each wrist, pulling back to the wall behind her, slanted at an angle to keep her perpetually dangling by her full body weight. Her knees were against the floor, similar chains wrapped around her ankles, holding her legs against the ground. A thick metal collar had been clamped around her neck, with a chain leading back to a buckle on the wall, just beside the manacles from her hands. A purple ball gag had been fixed into her mouth, robbing her of the ability to taunt or whine, only the gentle whimpers from her pointless thrashing.

"The patient is awake~" A sickeningly sweet voice laughed, as Daki heard the barred door of her cell grind open.

Stepping inside was a woman with purple hair, bound back by a butterfly clip in her hair, and the eyes of a heartless killer. Shinobu's eyes left no room for doubt, just the unending stare of a sadist. As Daki's vision cleared, she noticed the strange ensemble covering her body.

A set of white and red lingerie? Despite the sinister kindness in her eyes, her body was immaculate. Thinner than Daki would expect from a Hashira, and definitely not curvaceous enough to attract any kind of attention from the opposite sex, but lingerie made her body fiercely sexual. Her otherwise reserved temperament was contrasted, by her body ordering you to look at it. Lacy white stockings covering her legs, leading up to garters to a lacy set of panties with a red plus over the crotch, and a red bow to match. A decorative corset around her midriff, with a red + over each breast. She wore long elbow length white gloves and carried a syringe in one hand. She was held in a domineering pose over Daki by a set of white heels, that her complete weight fell on, and reminded Daki of just how naked she was in comparison.

"Isn't she just~" A second voice purred, with a rebellious rumble in it's tone, and a sneer on her lips. A second set of footsteps followed Shinobu into the dark cell, and emerging from behind her, as she grabbed Daki's hair and pulled her head up to make malevolent eye contact. "Hey again~ fuckbucket~"

Her second jailer wore a white and red dress, cut very short to show off her complete thighs, and her naked crotch beneath. The white dress was buckled by a red corset, covered in little bows, that only accentuated her large breasts hidden behind it. The dress had a very deep V, but rose either side of the V into two short white sleeves. Makio wore a frilly white and red headdress to complete the look, with her hair up in a high ponytail. Her legs were just barely covered with a set of tall white socks, to just below the knee. From the clear arousal that Daki could smell irradiating off of her, paired with the obvious indents of her nipples onto the fabric, that dress was ALL Makio was wearing. Awfully slutty for a kunoichi.

"mmmgh..." Daki groaned, seeing the face of the Insect Hashira, and one of the Sound Hashira's wives, though her face narrowed again once it fully registered in her brain what they were wearing. A pulse of warmth scattered through Daki's body, seeing them like this. She had never, ever in her life been so restrained and defiled, to have such a view on a woman more beautiful than her. Her default response would be one of envy, but her muddled mind, and the burning starting to pulse through her, left her feeling incredibly flustered at their advance. Part of her liked the way, that Makio's fingers were gripping onto her hair.

"Forgive Nurse Makio's cruel words. We're glad you're still with us~" Shinobu sang, leaning onto the agreement they had made together when they dressed. She felt a little silly, in all honesty, but it was turning her on to have a powerful woman so restrained that the demon still felt like the humiliated one. It was liberating~ "We're here to help you get better~"

"You're a very interesting patient- I don't think we've ever had someone with your condition before~" Makio tutted, looking at Daki from head to toe, making her squirm uncomfortably in her restraints, as Makio examined every inch of her deathly pale skin, placing on the side of her hip, then rising up to grope one breast. "-being a raging bitch that is." Makio pinched her fingers on Daki's nipple, causing her to freeze in place, then twisted it cruelly.

"RUGHHHMMM-" Daki growled and groaned, the pain of being harmed was long since dulled by decades of devouring other souls and holding her own in fights against Demon Slayers, so all that remained was a sense of undeniable pleasure. It struck Daki's body harder, harder than it had before to have just one breast stimulated by the nasty fingers of her sadistic captor. Tears came to Daki's eyes as she wailed into her gag, and her thighs flexed closed, to save her the dignity of them discovering her arousal.

"Nurse Makio- please do not disturb the patient- she's so brave to want to endure this procedure without anaesthetic- they deserve a prize for that, not a punishment." Shinobu tutted and shook her head, putting her hands on her hips to stare at Makio to back off. "If you don't stop that this instant- I might have to throw you in one of these cells." Shinbou smiled softly.

"I'd love to see that happen~ though, I don't think I would enjoy this whole rigamarole more than she is." Makio evaluated her options, sounded kinky and fun, but she was getting more of a kick out of playing with Daki right now than she assumed she would be if she were at Shinobu's mercy. "Hmm...maybe not, gimme a taste."

Daki's eyes widened in horror, as she tilted her head to stare upwards, once the pressure around her nipple elevated, and watched both of the dressed-up doctors in front of her, pull their bodies together and kiss deeply. Daki's body quivered in fear, as their tongues swirled between each other. Shinobu stowed the syringe she had carried inside away, to grab Makio's ass and give it a hard squeeze as she swapped spit with the shinobi. In return, Makio placed both of her hands in Shinobu's hair, and pulled her deeper into the kiss by the back of the head.

Daki's entire body responded to the voyeurism of watching two women kiss. Admittedly, it wasn't something she had particularly seen before. She had only glimpsed it, through wandering the hallways and catching two of the courtesans under her employ kissing to practice. It had never looked like this. They wanted one another, an expression of desire and a form of hunger Daki hadn't witnessed in all of her years alive. The worst part was, how deeply she enjoyed watching it. Her brain started to cloud over with more than the dulling fumes of Wisteria, now it started to fill with a desire to kiss them with her own lips. To have Shinobu's hands around her own ass, to have Makio's in her hair, to have their lips on hers and their tongues all whirling together. She went limp against her chains, drooling through her gag, eyes diluting and emptying of rational thought by the moment.

"Ah~" Makio moaned as she pulled away from the kiss, her hands still in Shinobu's hair. "that's a nasty trick with the tongue..." Makio complained with a blush, as Shinobu had dominated the kiss over her.

"Kanroji is an adept teacher in that field- you should practice with her if you want to beat a Hashira~" Shinobu smiled back, a genuine smile, for the first time in a while. Freed from much of the pain of control, and riding with her emotions for a little while. It's not like there was any threat to her within miles. She wiped the spit from her face and kissed Makio on the cheek again.

"We might not even need more of the aphrodisiac as you said-" Makio commented, turning to look down at Daki's vulnerable, entranced expression. "-she looks plenty turned on already by just watching us kiss."

Daki's eyes widened but didn't shift, hearing that word come up. That burning in her veins flared up, intensifying the heat through her otherwise cold body, and causing her to buck and whimper. Trying to clench her thighs together to hide the extent of her arousal was getting harder and harder, as they were getting more and more lubricated by her sopping core. She knew what an aphrodisiac was of course, she was a prostitute, and the term had come up plenty in her trade, and sexual fantasies. This felt entirely different to simulating those situations. She felt small like she never was while working. Sex didn't feel numb anymore, it felt terrifyingly intense to construct that type of thought.

"I'm sticking to my treatment plan." Shinbou retorted after a moment of thought, placing one hand on Makio's shoulder. "Though I am interested to see what effect this is having on her! Nurse Makio, please kneel before our patient and pull out your breasts." Shinobu ordered the woman who had agreed to be her assistant, putting a bit of pressure on Makio's shoulder to push her downwards. While Shinobu lacked the strength to push a muscular woman like Makio to her knees, Makio was willing to comply.

"Yes, Doctor Kocho." Makio agreed, being forced down to just her knees, and bringing her hands to her dress to pull her dress top wide open and reveal her bare breasts beneath. Makio revealed her chest and moved both hands to place behind her back, as if cuffed there, allowing her chest to be seen without obstruction.

Daki's eyes diluted further, staring at the two breasts as if she had heard a gunshot in the middle of the woods. Her face steamed up, and her body began to wrench against the chains like a savage animal, overtaken with desire. Her body was unable to move any further away from the wall she was chained to, allowing Makio to remain completely secure, even as Daki's fangs became more pronounced, and her eyes flashed with lustful frenzy.

"Control yourself!" Shinobu commanded, having stepped to the side. She reached back and SLAPPED Daki across the ass. Leaving a light red handprint. The Wisteria in the air and the perfume of the same plant on Daki's body slowed her regeneration enough to leave the mark lasting a few moments.

Daki's body lurched from the strike, her legs moving apart to reveal her drenched pussy to her captors. Daki couldn't hide the shame this brought her, but at feeling that humiliation and command to halt, she did. Every instinct in her body that told her to keep fighting and free herself, fell silent and was replaced with an utter obedience to Shinobu's command.

"She really wants them huh~" Makio remarked in actual surprise, as she lifted her arms above her head and swayed her bouncy chest in place. Like waving a pendulum in front of someone to hypnotise them. "she wants me so bad~ wants to get her hands on my chest and ravage it. But she can't have it~" Makio taunted, with further swaying of her boobs in the direction of their captive demon.

Daki whimpered like a scolded puppy, as her eyes followed the movements of the breasts from side to side, unable to lift her eyes from those sexual mounds attached to Makio's chest. The jealousy intensified even more, to be as confident and in control as Makio at this moment, and to have breasts like that on her own chest. Daki used to be happy with hers...less so now...

"Mmm~ give me just a moment~" Shinobu smiled warmly, as she stepped around Daki fully, ducking under one of the chains attached to her hands. This would put her in direct range of the demon, if she was fully aware, and Shinobu was ready for that, but that was worth risking. "Tell me what you see, Nurse Makio~" Shinobu requested, as she lowered her hand to Daki's uncovered crotch, and slipped a finger inside that lax cavern between her legs.

"Oooo~ she liked that~" Makio laughed, moving her hands down to hold Daki's face still as Shinobu fingered her. Examining her eyes, and face for response, witnessed the intense flush as Daki's eyes rolled back in her head. "Clearly has a kink for bondage- powerful women using her like a toy- being manhandled-" Makio began to list, forcing Daki to stare at her as she did. "repressed homosexuality is looking quite likely Doctor~"

"pleash-" Daki barely managed to mumble as she stared at Makio, her voice moments away from bursting into tears. The feeling was all becoming too much, the fire in her body, the cold wetness against her thighs and now two of Shinobu's fingers pressing inside her. The slender caress of her internal walls drove her body into such a frenzy that it surrendered to the feelings coursing through it. Shinobu's fingers squelched in and out of her slowly, almost lovingly, building the tension in her body bit by bit.

"She's begging Doctor- she's that kind of submissive little slut." Makio snarled, her temperament growing fiercer, the more Daki let her guard down, and that was strangely enthralling. The more Makio proved that she wanted to tear apart the girl whose face she was holding, the more it turned Daki on. Makio's hand SLAPPED across her face, the same way Shinobu had her ass. And Daki moaned like a true whore. "Masochistic too." Makio added, with a wicked smile.

"Well I hope she has plenty of energy to keep begging- she's going to need it, there's a lot of edging scheduled for today," Shinobu responded from behind. As if it was interlaced with the air she exhaled, a cold chill ran up Daki's back, making her shiver in her chains, and fall even further limp. "Nurse Makio would you kindly fetch the clamps?"

Daki's eyes widened further with fear, then narrowed in satisfaction, as Makio retreated from the room, and Daki knew what would come next. She started to revel in the ideas that blasted through her mind with every twitch of Shinobu's fingers. To bring her even further pleasure, the more she seemed to be aroused by it, the angrier, and crueler the movements of Shinobu's hand became.

"Let me tell you a secret- Upper Six~" Shinobu giggled adorably, bringing her hand down to grab Daki's hair and tug back on it. It lifted Daki's body, high enough for Shinobu to lean down from standing and whisper in her ear while keeping a hand locked inside of her. Her fingers soaked inside of Daki, brushing against one another while holding her pleasure hostage.

"mmph~?" Daki whimpered in response, pulling her head forward, prompting Shinobu to pull back harder on her hair and send another flash of pleasurable pain through Daki's body.

"I hoped, for a while, that we could become friends with demons like you, us Humans that is." Shinobu whispered into Daki's ear. "That dream- has passed to someone else now- so I am under no obligation to carry my sister's torch any further. All I want now- is revenge for her loss, and you seem like a perfect candidate for that~" Shinobu giggled, her tone like madness seeping into Daki's ear. "-we're not going to be friends. You're going to be a tool to vent my frustrations. If I want you to sit at the end of my bed, in the cold all night, whining like a puppy. You'll do it~! If I want you to be chained to a wall, as I whip every part of you until it is bruised. I expect to hear Yes Ma'am! If I want, to keep you down here, until the end of my lifespan, tormenting you with an orgasm that never comes. I expect you, to whine~!"

Daki's body quivered, nearly being brought to climax from the vivid images clashing and erupting through her mind. That was the power of a dream, and the conviction of someone to make it come to fruition, as they speak you can see it in your mind. Witness them succeeding and triumphing. This dream of overpowering Daki's own will did just that. It shattered the aspirations from her mind and enchanted her with her new doctor.

"Yemphs doctoph-" Daki agreed, nodding obediently with little tugs to her hair. Leaning her ear into Shinobu's lips more, she begged to have more degrading futures implanted into her mind.

Chapter 4: Raven/Starfire - Hate Sex

Titan Tower had grown progressively more tense with each day that passed, with Raven in the fits of her frustrations. Over the years, growing up together, all the Titans had established their own mechanisms for keeping their team functioning while Raven's emotions grew out of control. It had happened more and more often, the older she got, especially now in adulthood. Raven's heart had been more than melted by feelings of true family and companionship, and her organisation rose to the occasion of handling the consequences of that decision. They would have it no other way, than Raven being herself, even if it led to explosive consequences.

The only individual who had never quite come to terms with Raven's demands for isolation during her emotional influxes was Starfire.

She had never really fully understood Human emotions, but she had experienced quite a thorough education through the years, correcting each and every wrong assumption she made, and of course, the other Titans had been quick to explain Raven's needs. They refreshed her memory every month, sometimes multiple times a day, but Starfire would never accept it. The information she was given seemed contradictory.

Leaving a friend alone, during their time of suffering, wasn't what you were meant to do! Why did Raven have to suffer alone? The other Titans would occupy Starfire to take her mind off of it, distracting her while Raven could meditate and regain control. One in a hundred times, Starfire slipped through the cracks...

"Friend Raven~" Starfire sang, as she opened the door into Raven's room. Poking her head in, then slipping her body through the crack and shutting it.

The room was clouded in complete, malevolent darkness. Not even the candles Raven usually kept burning in her room were alight. As Starfire shut the door, she was plunged into the stomach of utter lightlessness. Starfire was used to the darkness of space, being of some actual comfort to her, it felt like a cold bath! This darkness was far more neutral and absent. The space was compressed by curtains of darkness, a darkness that was breathing. Raven's breath cascaded through her room as if it was a part of her, like the dripping of water in a cave of living rock.

"There's no need to hide, it's only me!" Starfire chirped sweetly, taking another step into the darkness, and panning her head around at the silhouettes of objects within. She had the comfort of the light coming through the cracks of Raven's bedroom door from the bright hallway outside before the darkness coated that as well. Like thick tar filling the cracks in a road, soon, no light remained. "Could you turn the lights on, Friend Raven?" Starfire requested sweetly, only her eyes showing in the darkness with a mild green glow. "I can't see!"

In front of Starfire, two red eyes, that would fit the body of a colossal beast, tore open in the air. Showering her in infuriated, scarlet light, like spotlights on a convict escaping prison. The darkness moved, from neutral, to all of it's attention focussing on her. The world caved in, with primal magic, to reach out towards Starfire from every shadowed wall.

"There you are!" Starfire remarked sweetly, giving a happy little clap. The feeling of the presence of true darkness and evil, in this space corrupted by Raven's overflowing emotions, did not seem to bother Starfire even slightly. "Good evening! Are you okay, Friend Raven?"

"NO." Raven's voice boomed through Starfire, with the force of a scream, her voice warped and layered. A maw opened in the darkness to bellow, and two more eyes opened above the previous ones, all staring downwards. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, STAR."

"I want to make sure you're okay! You are very clearly not." Starfire answered diligently, cocking her head to the side, and peering through the shadows. "May I?"

"YOU MAY NOT. LEAVE." Raven growled, her voice wailing, but the distortion shifted unstably with a hiccup in her voice. "I WANT TO BE ALONE."

Starfire shook her head, as she walked forward. Her body collided with, and passed through without issue, the set of eyes and the mouth warping out of the darkness in front of her, as if they weren't there at all. Her feet landed on the soft floors that Raven kept to relax herself, guiding Starfire towards Raven's quaint bed. Fairly minimalist, only decorated by the few gifts Starfire had bought for her across the years. Such as a stuffed animal of a little raven, with a tiny little cape tied around it, that had reminded Star of her.

Raven sat, on her bed, the hood of her cloak raised, and her body completely covered by it. Beneath it, her arms were holding her knees close to her chest, and her head was dipped to try and hold in tears from pressing her eye sockets into those knees. Tears had already smeared makeup down her face, that Raven had not had the energy to remove before the waterworks started.

"Hello..." Starfire sighed, the joy leaving her tone for a moment, as she slipped over to sit on the bed beside Raven's real body. Raven's whole form was stiff, and flinched away from her, but didn't force her to leave.

"Hello..." Raven echoed back, just copying Star's voice. Giving a sniff, and keeping her body completely concealed under her cloak.

"Friend Raven. Do not worry! It is okay!" Starfire sang, the joy returning to her voice-

"ITS-" Raven grabbed Starfire, lunging at her to throw her down flat against Raven's bed, and pin her down, planting her own body on top of Starfire. "NOT FINE." Raven yelled in her face, pinning down Starfire's wrists with her hands, and leaning her face close as her eyes flashed into four, and turned red. A snarl on her lips, as she trapped her comrade beneath her.

"Don't worry! I understand! Your outburst is a result of your emotional conditions, that derive from your family complications and genetic parentage!" Starfire chirped, her face not remotely disturbed, and eyes shut in a smiling shape. "This will have no lasting consequences on our relationship!" Starfire beamed up towards her friend trapping her. "Because I love you, Friend Raven!"

"Oh yeah?" Raven growled, finding that positivity that often kept the group moving, to be utterly infuriating. How happy Star was, even at this moment that she was trying to scare Starfire off. It made her fucking furious.

Raven brought Starfire's hands together above her head, trapping them down with just one of her wrists instead, before grabbing Starfire's crop top with her free hand. With a flex of her spindly arm, filling with enraged energy, she TORE it off of Starfire's skin. The garment was shredded and peeled off of Starfire's skin, before being THROWN away into the darkness, Raven's chest growling and shaking through the room. Starfire's orange chest exposed, her large bust, with beautifully pert pink nipples.

"EEK!" Starfire yelped in surprise, her body shaking and eyes widening in sheer shock at her friend's move. She tried to raise her arms to cover her nude breasts, but with a strength that Raven had never felt before, she held down Starfire's hands.

"Not going to change anything? Really?" Raven snarled, grabbing Starfire's chin and tilting her face to look back up at her. "It gets on my nerves! Learn when to shut your mouth and leave me alone! I DON'T. WANT. YOU. HERE." Raven spat downwards, her mouth opening into a set of blaring fangs. Letting go of Starfire's face, and sitting up, smacking her hand across Starfire's right breast.

"Friend Raven- OH~" Starfire yelped again, trying to remain calm, but her body flinched from the collision of Raven's hand against her breast sending a flash of real pain through Starfire's body. Many things failed to injure Starfire, but this pain broke through all of that. Starfire wasn't exactly used to being smacked in the breasts. "Your hand is very rough, Friend Raven!" Starfire complimented with a genuine wholesome smile.

"SHUT UP-" Raven cried, the infuriation in her system rising even more. Her hand lifted away from Starfire's wrists and flashed with her magic. The shadows rippled against the wall beside Raven's bed, animating, and lashing downwards to wrap Starfire's wrists above her head, in magical black and white ropes. Tying in a complex knot and securing themselves, with a long chord back to the shadows they had risen from to prevent Starfire from pulling back.

"This is a very complicated knot, Friend Raven!" Starfire smiled, tugging her wrists against it, and getting no leverage. "I am deeply thankful to have a friend as passionate as you are about your ropework! It makes you both cumph amph premphhy-" Starfire muffled, as Raven's hand clamped over her mouth.

"STOP IT." Raven growled, clenching her fist over Starfire's mouth, before raising both of her hands and conjuring a thick cloth gag in Starfire's mouth, tying in a knot behind her head. "You're gonna refuse to leave? THIS IS WHY." Raven cried, her voice growing intense and broken again, the stress coursing through it, and rope tightening on Starfire's wrists. "Your positivity, just makes me want to take out my anger on you! You're so infuriatingly warm FOR NO REASON! So if you don't wanna leave. I'll take it out on you like you want."

Starfire's eyes widen...before curling into a smiling shape again, and nodding enthusiastically, humming a happy tune, from Raven letting her stay.

"You won't enjoy this." Raven's eyes flashed with magic, grabbing Starfire's shorts, and tearing them open as well. Ripping through the remainder of the clothes keeping Starfire's dignity, and revealing her bare skin beneath. "I just want to HURT YOU. UNTIL YOU LEAVE." Raven raised her hands, giving another SLAP to each of Starfire's breasts, with the opposite hands, glowing with magic.

"GUH! MPH!" Starfire whimpered from each of the collisions, starting to raise her legs, before Raven's magic curled into ropes around each of her ankles and pulled her legs apart, refusing to allow her to close them. Spreading Starfire out spread eagle on Raven's bed, her feet hanging over the edge. Taking each of the hits on her bouncy fuckmounds, the dark orange brusing started to glow through, but her face remained mostly joyful despite each of the nasty collisions against the sensitive skin.

"REFUSING TO ALLOW ME PRIVACY-" Raven howled, bringing her hand to her own crotch to form up a black and white cock at her waist. Her cloak spilling open to reveal the black bra and shorts clinging close to her thin frame, before the cloak fell away, letting Raven's body loom over Starfire freely. A tendril of shadow whisking it away. "-doesn't feel nice, does it? To be stripped down and seen naked? That's how it feels, people seeing me like this!" Raven gestured to her own body, before grabbing Starfire's head to lift it up and bring it close. "LOOK AT ME. I'M A DEMON- I HAVE A RIGHT TO HIDE THIS."

"Buph~" Starfire mumbled through her gag, staring up at Raven with nothing but love. "-yor beautiphul to mph~" Starfire romantically sang, looking up at her with nothing but acceptance.

"DON'T." Raven snarled back, understanding Starfire's words, and those damn words pushing her over the edge. Leaning back up, to grab Starfire's thighs, and force her cock inside of her friend, the magic allowing the penetration to smoothly enter without lubricating it first.

"AAAAAHMP!" Starfire howled, the joy vanishing from her expression for the first time. Her body thrashed in place as she experienced a rush of sexual pleasure like she had never experienced before. She and Raven had talked about adult toys in the past, and they had both used them of course, but this defied her most heated nights. Her Tamaranian biology allowed for Raven's cock to bound to the base of its length inside of her. Raven bucked her hips forward and backwards, pounding into her friend furiously.

"HAVING REGRETS?" Raven demanded downwards at Starfire as her eyes rolled. Raven's hands clenched on Starfire's orange thighs and pulled her into every thrust as Raven's hips drilled forward. Her movements were cruel and rough, fast and angry, not taking any time between the impacts, filling Starfire faster and faster with the thrusts. Starfire couldn't look at her, as her head tilted to the side and she pulled against her arm restraints. "LOOK AT ME-" Raven's anger overcame her, she slapped her hand across Starfire's face and grabbed her chin to force her to stare at her again.

"NOMPH-" Starfire shook her head, her pupils not focussed enough to make out the details of Raven's face, as her mind quaked from each of the thunderous thrusts rocking her body with ecstasy. "I LOMPH YOU" Starfire continued to maintain, pushing her own body back up into Raven's cock, to try and regain her stability. It felt like an earthquake shaking through her alien body. The wet slapping of their hips together burned up her body and ignited her hair in light.

"GIVE. UP." Raven commanded, accentuating each thrust with a powerful SLAP to Starfire's breasts while pounding her. Raven could feel through her construct, just how savagely she was tearing Starfire's hole open. Stretching it wide, was an experience that had to be painful for Starfire. Destroying her previously virgin pussy, with a cock that would shatter the mind of most women. "I DON'T WANT YOU HERE." Raven growled, with another two slaps to each breast, ruthlessly inflicting the pain downwards.

"I WOMPH LEAF-" Starfire objected categorically, shaking her head to the best of her ability, taking each of the slaps without objection. Her eyes clenched from the agony, and tears started to come to her eyes, but her body still leaned into the strikes. "GHK-"

Raven's hand clasped around Starfire's throat, grabbing it out of pure frustration, and clenching her fingers to silence Starfire's words. If the gag wasn't working, it made the most sense to just grab that pretty little throat and squeeze until she shut up. Raven's adrenaline clouded her mind with pure frustration, the sexual pleasure distracting her even more, but she still had enough sense to not suffocate and kill her friend. She was about to pull her hand back from the throat, out of shock at her own actions, before seeing Starfire's face and hearing her.

"Mmmm~" Starfire moaned, despite the ruthless pounding continuing, the minute Raven's hand grabbed Starfire's throat, her expression turned passive. Like a switch had been flipped, Starfire's walls twitched and clamped around Raven's cock. Despite the squeezing, Raven continued to pound, with the increased grip making it even more pleasurable, as Raven crushed the resistance she was experiencing.

"DO YOU HAVE A CHOKING KINK???" Raven gasped, thrusting in and out, and keeping her hand in place. "I can work with that." Raven grinned devilishly, her fanged mouth curling to match that of the most devious of hell. Her hand clenched, thrusting in and out over, and over, and over. "Now I just want to fuck you even harder, Slutty Starfire." Raven taunted, some of her emotional control returning, feeling the venting emotions starting to clear up. Replaced by a genuine sense of sexual satisfaction.

"RAVEMM" Starfire screamed into her gag, her voice made fainter by both her limited air, and the gag in her mouth, yet still piercingly loud. Her head felt lighter and lighter as the oxygen was already running thin, and the heat in her body made it hard to not pass out. All that was keeping her awake, was the roaring flame in her heart, and through every one of her limbs, and the crashing of energy from Raven's sexual hammering inside of her.

"Are you gonna cum, Princess?" Raven asked, the words flowing out of her like they were instinctual, her face slowly shifting backwards to how it was. Her eyes returned to just two, her fangs retracting, skin returning to pale soft white. "From my SLAPS-" Raven cracked her hand across Starfire's breast, leaving a full red handprint on her right breast, and a duller one on her left. "-and my pounding."

"Yemph-" Starfire nodded meekly, her eyes growing fainter, and body spasming just to stay awake from Raven's attacks. The tension of her coming climax her last requirement before she could pass out, she needed it desperately. That release and pleasure.

"Go ahead." Raven's calmer voice sighed, allowing Starfire what she so desired.

"NYGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Starfire's body, as if Raven had caused it by just allowing her to do so, THRASHED WILDLY AS SHE CAME. Starfire's eyes lit up, her hands arcing with energy, and the ropes tightening on her wrists and ankles to just keep her in place. Her alien strength nearly caused her to pull the shadows off of the walls. Her inner walls flexed around Raven's construct cock hard enough to shatter it into energy inside of her, prompting a second quicker orgasm from the flash of pain from the magic erupting out of her. Her fists clenched hard enough to turn her knuckles white, and her eyes followed the same colour, emptying of energy after flaring up, to be completely vacant.

"Oh star~" Raven moaned, feeling the mild pleasure she felt from penetrating Starfire cease, and her body took a step back to wobble on her feet, leaving Starfire on her bed. "..." Raven fell silent, beholding her sexually ruined friend beneath her, and that Starfire had gotten what she wanted...Raven did feel better. Fucking the anger out was a surprisingly effective strategy. She was lucky that Star was so resilient, and that she had the control to not break her windpipe...Raven needed to be more careful. This couldn't become a recurring strategy of venting her emotions.

Raven whisked her hand, causing her cape to rise and curl around her body. Fitting to her shoulders, concealing her head beneath the hood, and the cloak blocking off all view of her undergarments. Raven almost never wore clothes that weren't her night clothes, her leotard, or undergarments like these. A mild bit of exhibitionism from time to time was healthy for venting her frustrations.

"...raven..." Starfire's quiet, hoarse voice pleaded, her consciousness coming back just enough for the whispers to leave her lips, and her head tilt to look at Raven. "...hug it out...?" Starfire begged, her eyes closing slowly, and completely going limp. Her wrists and legs were still bound up in the ropes.

Raven turned to stare at her friend, a pulse of guilt running up through her heart. Yet...Starfire was smiling, was offering to hold her. As her anger and frustration peeled away, a loneliness replaced it.

"Okay..." Raven agreed, tossing her cape off again, and sighing, as she unbound the rope spell from Starfire's wrists and ankles, leaving her body in the same position, and limp on the bed. "...just for a little bit. I think I need a walk to clear my head." Raven clambered up onto the bed beside her, shifting Starfire's body on the bed, and grabbing a large sheet to pull them over herself and Starfire. "Thanks..." Raven sighed, putting her arms around Starfire, and squeezing her close...

Starfire's wailing had not gone unnoticed by her teammates, they were quite alarmed by the fact.

However, upon arriving outside of the door to Raven's room, with weapons at the ready to fight their distressed teammate. They found a note, stuck to the door of Raven's room, with a little bit of tape:

'Friends! Please ignore any noises from Friend Raven's room!

I assure you, once I'm done, she'll be okay! I promise!

I have a unique solution!'

Chapter 5: Korra/Asami - Prostitution

Harmonic Convergence, was the name of a large hotel, displayed in a colossal, flashing neon sign, over the skyline of Republic City.

The structure of never-ceasing bright lights, provocative symbols, and panes of glass towering stories and stories into the sky. A structure that made no effort to hide itself, but the business within, was purely classified to those inoculated to its halls. Its reputation enforced the confidentiality of its denizens. Harmonic Convergence was a place for sin.

In the aftermath of Kuvira's attack on Republic City, and the recent events during the time of Avatar Korra, there had been an influx in demand for sex work and cheap alcohol. One of the main instigators of this change had been a surprise move by Future Industries, as a new architectural project of theirs, that spiralled into an immensely successful business venture. Asami Sato herself had manned this venture with a personal hand on the controls from the first inception of it, to the modern day, years later. There was no board, controlling this project though, like Asami so often had to grapple with when conducting the affairs of Future Industries, through a strange keenness she had maintained complete directorial control.

The lower floors of Harmonic Convergence offered their services to all sexes and genders. However, for those clued in, who were worthy candidates, the personal prize of Mistress Sato would wait in the penthouse.

"If a client tells you, to keep your mouth shut, you will do so." Asami commanded, sitting on a luxurious armchair, resting her chin on her fingers. Her body was adorned in red lingerie, with red latex boots covering her legs, and latex gloves up to her elbows. Her hair was tossed down over her shoulders, with a red flower nested amongst her charcoal black curls. Her makeup was freshly sharpened, with black eyeliner and red lipstick from her smirking lips, looking down at the woman kneeling in front of her.

"Of course, Mistress." Korra nodded, her hair grown out to be longer again, up in a ponytail for nostalgia's sake. Her dark skin was marked with the faintest red marks from enduring sadistic treatment, currently having a set of clamps attached to her perky nipples, connected to one another by a chain. Within Korra's hair were a set of perky dog ears, with a plug half embedded in her asshole, with a tail poking out to match the colour of her ears. Her thighs were drenched with arousal already in preparation for her appointment today.

"I don't think that will be applicable for this client- they'll want to hear you whine like the slut you are." Asami reported, checking her blood-red nails, filed to be sharpened and dangerous. "They're going to pay quite a lot for It. You're going to behave yourself, and not act out again, you understand?"

"Sure~" Korra smirked mischievously, with a bratty glimmer in her eye, daring Asami to do something about it. Korra wasn't the kind of woman you could break into your service, and Asami would never want her to be. This was a step they had both been hesitant to take, Asami pimping Korra out, but the whole experience left their relationship more exciting and stable than ever. At worst, this was a mechanism for setting up kinky threesomes, for profit.

"Refer to me with respect," Asami ordered, reaching down to give Korra a slap across her chest with one gloved hand, rolling her eyes at her submissive's disobedience. "Wipe that grin off your face." Asami sneered, slapping her face then grabbing Korra's chin with the same hand and glaring downwards at her kneeling partner. "And try repeating it back properly."

"Ah~" Korra's eyes softened, her sharp brattiness being filed down back into a subservient state. Sticking her own tongue out to touch her chin, opening her mouth wide, and keeping her hands together behind her back. "Yes Mistress~ I will behave myself Mistress~" Korra repeated, feeling a shiver through her body at the words leaving her lips, getting just as much of a kick out of this as Asami was.

"You remember the punishment if you don't obey?" Asami interrogated, running her hands back through her hair and tossing it, before leaning forward with one elbow against her thigh holding up her head. She stared down at Korra with her expression refined in its decorum and dignity by her pristine makeup.

"50 lashes with the flogger, Mistress." Korra replied, looking down at Asami's boots in respect, keeping her hands behind her back as if Asami had cuffed them there. She could see the absolute mess of arousal on her chocolate thighs and had to avert her eyes to not get too turned on before the client had even arrived.

"And why is that?" Asami inquired, with a quizzical raise of her eyebrow, and the tiniest sadistic smile down to Korra's bowing head. "Do you remember?"

"I do Mistress..." Korra replied, falling a little silent, before clearing her throat, looking up, and responding. "I...enjoy the pain too much, Mistress...so there should be more lashes to ensure I don't feel rewarded for my disobedience..." Korra bit her lip hard, feeling the bratiness enter her system again, wanting to sneer and taunt Asami into pushing her over and stepping on her.

"You're a very bad girl aren't you~" Asami grabbed Korra's chin again, lifting it to speak those words directly into her soul with her sharp stare.

Korra's body was built for enduring pain, both naturally, and through her training. Her natural athleticism, paired with her ruthless amount of training and practice from her duties as the Avatar, and the years spent restoring and maintaining global balance. Korra was a very buff woman. Yet, the only purpose all of that work into her body served now, was acting as a punching bag for a shifting roster of sexually frustrated sadists, to be ordered and pushed around. Asami's physical strength paled in comparison, and yet, with just the brush of her fingers and the pinch of her nails, all of Korra's physical strength evaporated into complete subservience. Her perfectly sculpted Amazonian body, was weak to Asami's hand lightly drifting over her pet's ass.

"So bad~" Korra nodded, breathless and enthralled, moving her head to take Asami's finger into her mouth and suck on it obediently, staring Asami in the eye and nodding. "Mmm~" Korra's eyes narrowed in pleasure, licking at Asami's sharp nails, like caressing the point of a knife, and bobbing her head up and down the tip of her finger.

"I've really corrupted you, haven't I?" Asami asked, half-jokingly to her partner, giving a genuine soft smile, as she forced another two fingers into Korra's mouth, then parted them to open Korra's jaw with the fingers against her lips. Seeing the saliva drip in Korra's throat, she was very tempted to stretch it somewhat. "So quickly too~"

"I don't know how sexy you want me to be with this, but I WAS willingly corrupted." Korra chuckled, pulling her head back to free her jaw and breath clearly speaking with the level of articulateness that her Mistress expected of her. "Wasn't like it was hard to do. This is the time of my life!"

"I know that, baby." Asami comforted with a gentle laugh, retracting her hand from Korra's face, to grab a wine glass from the table beside her and swirl it, taking a little sip to keep herself centred. "I just still find myself surprised that -Avatar Korra-" Asami added extra pompous emphasis to the words as if they were being said by a Republic City politician. It made Korra chuckle quietly. "-is...so hedonistic. I would think your upbringing would have taken Prostitution off of the table as a life goal."

"I think that's actually the reason-" Korra admitted, with another laugh, feeling some nerves rise, but they never stopped Korra. "sheltered upbringing, refusing to let me leave, and deprioritising a personal life in my training makes for...sexual repression, and then from there...I just turned into an even kinkier bitch." Korra cackled, shifting herself closer to hug Asami's leg. "Then...I nearly died...then nearly died again..." Korra counted, all in far better spirits than ever before. "and now I've got you...and...I'm so much happier living life finding new and interesting ways to get myself off."

"I refuse to thank them, for this side of you that I love." Asami denied, with a sigh. "You turned out who you are, because of your own choices, not what they put you through." Asami placed her hand on Korra's head and scritched behind her fake ears. Korra enjoyed the motion, even if they weren't real ears.

"I know- what I mean is that it's in spite of them that I am like this now. They weren't doing that so that I'd be like this, you know?" Korra smiled, leaning into Asami's hand, and nuzzling her cheek against Asami's boot. "They left me with some emotional difficulties, and I'm working through those, in our relationship, and by being a depraved freak in the bedroom." Korra smirked, looking up at Asami and opening her mouth wide. "makes it feel taboo in that great way to use Bending during sex for that exact reason~" Korra purred with a flush to her cheeks, and another bite to her lip. "-I'd love to see the look on those old teachers faces when they find out what's become of me!"

"I think Kya and Lin are a good measure for that." Asami smirked, recalling the time that they had each come to Korra for a service. Even if in public they refused to comment on the turn in the Avatar's career, in private, they were patrons~

Kya had known what she was getting herself into when she arrived at the penthouse. She had paid in advance while having tea at a cafe with Asami, and the two had returned together to throw Korra down and treat her ruthlessly. Asami at one end and Kya at the other, afflicting every indignity they felt like afflicting upon her body. What Kya hadn't expected, was for the tables to be turned on her. Korra had turned Kya's own strap-on of water, on the woman herself, and overpowered Kya with her own water bending, forcing the constructs she initially created to fill her holes without remorse. Kya's own sexual fluids quickly joined those constructs in tormenting her, while Asami directed Korra like a mindless puppet under her command. She had commanded Korra to restrain herself with her own metal bending, and fucked her right in front of one of her former tutors. Kya had been utterly aghast and Korra's use of her talents, but she was hardly complaining, being on the receiving end of so much stimulation, and having her mouth filled with water.

Lin had initially only come up for a business matter. The police of Republic City were less than polite when interacting with Asami's business. Weekly visits from the coppers had become a manageable price for the funds this venture brought in and made Asami triple-check the documents she kept for their operations. This city was looking for any way to shut them down, but with a little help, Asami kept the lights on, and business booming. Lin had come to the penthouse to ask about a missing tax form, while inspecting for anything else to use, and walked in on Asami and Korra's private time. Asami had insisted Lin stay, while she had her hand to the wrist inside of Korra, and one hand holding a taught leash, but Lin had stepped out. Once the two were cleaned up, Korra remained on her hands and knees, spending the entire time deep in subspace, and taunting Lin with pleasure. When Lin had given in, Korra had wrapped her up in her own capture cable and pulled the metal armour off of her body to ravage her. Lin never stood a chance, especially not when Asami located her weakness to stimulation on her breasts. They had an easier time with the police after that...though Lin hadn't come by again. She left red in the face, and deeply embarrassed at how quickly the young couple had taken her apart and fucked her into the wall.

"Are they on the books for any time soon?" Korra asked, tossing her hair before placing her face against Asami's leg again. Sitting herself down on Asami's foot, clenching her thighs around it, and wrapping her arms to rub up and down Asami's leg gently. Her grip made it feel like a loving massage.

"Lin isn't, unfortunately. I could try and talk her into it, but I'd have to head down to the station, and I've got my hands full with cops already, don't want to be going into a nest of them." Asami rolled her eyes and sighed, rubbing Korra's hair, tracing her fingers through her ponytail. "And Kya is currently abroad, when she comes back to Republic City next week, I'll offer her a discount on a special session~"

"Hmph-" Korra bratily puffed up her lip. "why is everyone away so often, don't my friends want to support my career~?" Korra smirked, unable to keep up the appearance of a pout, without snickering under the silliness of her own statement.

"They've been our best patrons actually." Asami corrected with a laugh, taking another sip of her wine, reclining into her chair more. "Jinora's been here every week since she turned eighteen~"

"We should do something special for her~" Korra tilted her head to think as she hummed, grinding her hips against Asami's foot gently, just to stay in the zone. She didn't like to leave her mind unclouded by something deranged, and kneeling beside Asami was a good way of accomplishing that~ "I'm trying to think of something we haven't all done already!"

"Well, she likes it most when she fucks you, and I fuck her. So maybe we have her come here for a few hours, and I let her take my place for that time, while I'm looking over her~ shoulder." Asami suggested, working through her thoughts on the matter and bouncing them off of Korra. "She becomes your Owner for a day- and she becomes mine too. We could plan a day around that~"

"That sounds like heaven, My Goddess~" Korra purred, turning pink at the suggestion, and the images filled her mind, rubbing her body enthusiastically against Asami's leg, her heart speeding up and her panting starting.

"Get your mind off of that for now~" Asami torturously ordered, pulling Korra's mind away from the thing she wanted to sink into and touch herself about. "Your client will be here in a minute, and you'll be a good girl for her!" Asami ordered, lifting Korra's chin with the raise of her foot, to have Korra tilt her body back, and keep her face in place, held there by the point of Asami's sticky boot.

"Yes, Mistress!" Korra nodded, off of just instinct and fear, at the sudden move. The words coming out of her mouth as second nature, and her conviction was behind every part of them.

Asami was very pleased. Very pleased indeed.