Asami regrets ever asking Korra to help her grow stronger.
The brunette had admired the Avatar’s heavy muscles for a long time, and wished she was as strong herself, so she asked Korra to help her train and exercise. Korra did, and after a week or so, Asami can feel how strong she has become.
So after training and exercizing, what Korra said would be her final test finally begins.
Korra leads Asami into her workshop, which is largely cleared, Asami notes, most of the normal welter of stuff either cleared out or pushed to one side. “Okay,” Korra says, standing beside a heavy iron frame which Asami had never quite asked what it was for. “Take off your clothes,” she says, reaching down for the bottom of her own shirt.
“What?!” Asami exclaims, staring at her grilfriends in astonishment.
“Take off your clothes,” Korra repeats herself, pulling her shirt off over her head. “For this, you don’t want to be encumbered.”
“Then why are you taking your clothes off?” Asami asks worriedly.
“I don’t want to make you feel embarrassed,” Korra says with a grin.
Rreluctantly, Asami reaches down to the sash around her waist and unbinds it, then slips out of her dress, revealing her lacy black bra and panties. She leans down and slips her shoes and sockes off, then straightens up again.
While Asami did that, Korra has slipped out of the last of her clothes, and stands naked before her. Asami pauses for a moment, frozen, running her eyes over Korra’s naked body: Korra stands tall and broad shouldered, with long black hair, dark blue eyes and dark tanned skin typical of the Waterbending Tribes. She has large round breasts, a belly rippling with muscle, and long muscular arms and legs. Her smooth hairless skin gleams in the dim light, the light running over her dark nipples and the smooth lips of her pussy. She gives Asami a grin. “Well?” she asks. “Go on!”
Asami blushes, a bright pink flush rising to her pale cheeks, then hurries to reach behind her back to unhook her bra. She pulls it away, letting her firm breasts swing free, and tosses the lacy bra away. She leans over, putting her hands down onto her hips. She slips her ringers under the waistband of her panties and slips it down, over her hips, across the curce of her ass, and slides it down her long legs to step out and kick them away.
It is Korra’s turn to stare at her girlfriend’s body: Asami is pale-skinned, with ebony hair and light green eyes. Korra runs her appreciative gaze over Asami’s lean body, her firm breasts, her narrow waist and wide hips, her long lean legs.
“Okay, let’s get started!” Korra says as she picks up a pair of golden bracelets and turns back to Asami, holding them in her hands. Asami’s eyes widen as she stares at them, noting the fine detailed workmanship; someone spent a lot of time and effort on these, and it shows. “Give me your hands, please,” Korra says.
Asami willingly holds out her hands, and Korra slips the bracelets over her wrists. They close with a quiet mechanical snap, and tighten around her thin wrists.
Korra grabs up two more, slightly larger bracelets, while Asami stares at the wristlets, still admiring the workmanship. “These are for your feet,” Korra says, then kneels down beside Asami’s feet, and slips the anklets around her slim legs. “There!” she says with a smile, standing up again. “You’re all ready!”
“For what?’ Asami says, confused, staring at Korra.
Still smiling, Korra reaches over to the metal frame and flicks a concealed switch.
Asami lets out a startled cry as the bracelets suddenly jerk away from her, pulling her hands and feet out away from her until her limbs form an x-shape. “Korra?!” she gasps. “What- what’s going on?!”
“Open your mouth,” Korra says calmly.
Automatically, Asami obeys, opening her mouth wide, and Korra slides a red ballgag past her red lips and deep into her open mouth. “Good girl!” she says with a grin as she buckles the straps closed behind her captive girlfriend’s head.
“Mhmm?!” Asami grunts through her gag, staring with wide astonished eyes at Korra. “Mhmm-hm? Hmm!”
“Oh, don’t be silly!” Korra says with a laugh. “I can’t understand a word you say! Don’t worry,” she adds, turning away from Asami. “We’ll get started in just a moment.”
“Mhm?” Asami grunts through her gag. Then her eyes go wide in shock and fright. “MHM?!” she cries out, her eyes locked on the huge vibrator Korra holds up: twin-headed with two thick shafts and a clit stim, Korra smiles at her and flicks a switch with her thumb, and the twin heads burst into life, filling the air with their loud buzzing. “MHMMMM!!!” Asami screams, tugging uselessly at her magnetic bonds.
Still smiling, Korra crouches beside Asami’s bound leg, running her right hand over her smooth skin. She raises the vibrator in her left hand, sliding it up between her soft thighs, and forces it up into Asami. “Every time you move, Asami,” Korra says, looking up at her with a merry smile, her eyes twinkling with delight. “The dildo speed shall increase.”
“Mhmm!” Asami cries out, a writhing running over her naked body as the buzzing dildos fill her, her moans rising higher as the clit stim makes contact with its target. Her gagged cries rise higher as the vibrator speeds up in response to her writhing; desperately, Asami tries to hold still, but she cannot help herself: her breasts sway enticingly under Korra’s leering gaze as she shudders, crying out with every labored breath.
“Go on!” Korra says with a laugh. “All you have to do is break free! Or hold still,” she adds, grinning. “Or just keep doing that,” she adds further as Asami’s gagged cries rise, the buzzing the vibrator filling the air, even buried deep inside of her it is plainly audible.
Despite her best efforts she cannot but struggle and soon it works in her on insane speed, forcing to cum.
Korra sighs as if bored. “You know,” she says. “If you don’t get loose soon, I’ll have to leave you like this for the whole weekend!”
“Mhmm!” Asami cries out into her gag, her eyes wide with terror. Desperately, she gathers her little remaining strength, nad pulls at her bonds. her muscles stand out like cables as she heaves with all her fading strength.
With a clang! the electromagnets break free, and Asami falls to her knees on the floor before Korra’s astonished gaze. before Korra can more than gape at her, Asami gathers herself, then l;aunches herself at korra with a yell.
Caught off guard, Korra tumbles backward under Asami’s assault, landing hard on her back. Their breasts brush each other as Asami grabs at Korra, wrestling her down, their naked skin brushing smoothly over each other. Reacting quickly, the Avatar fights back, reversing Asami’s grip andshoving back at her.
But Korra is unprepared for Asami’s strength. Surprising even herself with her new strength from all her recent training, Asami holds her grip, pushing Korra’s arms down.
Korra reaches down and grabs Asami’s breasts, squeezing them hard between her strong fingers.
“Mhm!” Asami gasps, her grip loosening as a blush rises to her cheeks.
Grinning, Korra grasped Asami’s hands at the wrists, and shifted her feet to Bend the earth beneath them.
“Mhmmm!” Asami moans, squeezing her mouth shut, her eyes wide with shock as a thick finger of earth rises in response to Korra’s power, sliding up between her soft thighs and up into her pussy.
Taking advantage, Korra shoves Asami over to the side, rolling over on top of her, then using her grip to turn Asami over onto her belly. She forces Asami’s hands together behind her, and quickly shackles them together.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Korra sits up, and looks down at her captive girlfriend, her naked body laid full out on the floor, the curve of her ass rising enticingly. Korra grabs Asami by the arm and pulls her to her feet. “Come on!” she says. “We have to do the test!”
I though that was the test! Asami thinks, wailing into her gag.
Korra must have understood her gagged cry. “Are you kidding?” she says with a nasty smile. “That was just a warm up!" She drags sami across the workshop.
Asami feezes, shuddering as she stares in horror at what awaits her: it is a long spreader bar, held up aabout waist-high in the air, with two big thick violet vibrators, one on each end. moaning and crying into her gag, Asami is forced to straddle the bar and sit down on it, easing her pussy over the violet vibrator until it is buried inside of her.
Korra adjusts the height of the bar, making Asami moan as the vibrator is forced a little deeper into her. She rises up on her toes to get away from it. Korra shakes her head. “Naughty girl,” she says chidingly. “But, I already thought of that. . .” She turns away and returns with two heavy metal balls; crouching beside Asami’s legs, she locks them to the captives’s ankles, and the heavy weight brings Asami back down on her heels. “There we go!” Korra says, satisfied.
“Nhmm!” Asami whines, tossing her head back, tears pouring from her eyes. She forces herself up onto her toes. Moaning, she holds herself up on her quivering feet for a moment before she comes crashing down on her heels, forcing the vibrator back into her.
Shaking her head, Korra turns away to grab the rest of her gear. Chain clanks and she returns with a long line of light chain. Stretching up0 on her toes, she tosses the end of the chain through an eyebolt hanging from the ceiling over the center of the bar, securing the chain, she holds up the end before Asami’s eyes. Whimpering, her face streched with misery, Asami’s eyes focus on the chain, and her face goes pale, recognizing thesmooth curved hook on the end of the chain. “You know where that is going, don’t you?” Korra asks with a wicked grin.
“MHMMM!” Asami cries, shaking her head desperately.
Chuckling, ignoring Asami’s desperate gagged pleas, Korra pulls the chain down behind her back. Asami squeals as Korra slides the hook down the crack of her ass, between her bright pink cheeks, then down between her soft-skinned thighs. Asami shudders, squirming helplessly in her bonds as Korra eases the point of the hook against her back passage, sliding it up with irresistable strength, making her captive cry anew.
Before Asami can react to this new torture, Korra grabs her handcuffed hands and slides the steel bands off. She quickly grabs Asami by the wrists and pulls her hands up over her head. She closes the handcuffs again, locking Asami’s hands to the steel chain that stretches up from her bare ass and the hook forced deep in her, over her head and through the eyebolt and down toward the other side of the bar.
Before Asami’s disbelieving eyes, Korra moves to the other end of the bar, holding the other end of the chain, a ballgag, and a pair of handcuffs. "Now, your muscles look nice,” Korra says, easing herself onto the other end of the bar, sliding her pussy down over the vibrator there. “But you have to prove it in a fight not with a machine - but with me. When I pull lower on my chain,” Korra says, demonstrating. “Your end of the bar rises, and the hook rises too.”
Asami, her eyes wide, moans helplessly as Korra narrates the violation happening to her.
“And the same vice versa,” Korra goes on, sliding the other hook into her own rear with a grunt and a smile. “So your way of defeating me is to make me cum first. If I win though, key will fall in my hands, not yours... Poor you then!" Chuckling, Korra opens her mouth wide and slips the ballgag in, then buckles it tighly behind her head. She raises her hands high, and lashes them to the chain, shutting the handcuffs tight around her wrists.
The moment the steel bracelets click shut, the vibrators buzz to life, seending their hard humming through both captive girls’ bodies. “Mhmm!” Asami squeals, her eyes wide with shock as a sharp current goes through the bar and hook, and into her. Desperate, Asami struggles up onto her toes once more, tugging at the chain with her bound hands, trying to raise herself and lowerthe intruders.
Korra watches her efforts with a smug amile around her thick ballgag. She flexes her own muscles, and raises her legs up, pulling hard on the chain.
“MHMMM!” Asami screams helplessly as the vibrator and hook sink deeper into her than she ever thought possible. Spittle flies out from about her gag as she cries and screams, wiggling helplessly in here bonds as shocks and vibrations run through her, thrusting herup on a tide of forced pleasure. . .
She comes with a desperate wail, her wrung-out body collapses in her bonds, coated in sweat and other fluids. Whimpering, she raises her pale eyes to the maiden opposite her, expecting Korra’s mocking glance. But Asami is surprise to see Korra still sits with Her eyes closed, squirming in her own bonds. Somehow, Korra missed the fall of the key. The key ring fell hard and is now swinging closer to Asami.
Her chance, her last chance, her only chance. Almost screaming with the effort, Asami raises her leg, her weakened muscles quivering against the weight of the heavy iron ball. But somehow, she raises it, up toward the swinging key.
Korra’s eyes snap open when she hears the faint rattle of the key ring as asami’s toes close around it. “Mhmmm!” She cries out, staring shock as Asami raises her trembling leg, up and up, swinging her leg like a hyper gymnast, up toward her bound hands.
Asami reaches for the key ring that trembles barely a finger’s-breadth beyond her fingertips, then with a final effort that makes her cry out, she catches it.
Korra writhes against her bonds, moaning and crying as Asami frees herself, unlocking her handcuffs, then carefully pulling herself up off the bar, sliding the vibrator and hook out of her and pulling the heavy weights off her ankles.
Something peculiar strike Asami, and she walks toward Korra. “What is that?” she exclaims, pointing.
Korra glances down at her pussy, in which small clamp is just visible. “You cheater!” Asami screams, outraged. Korra glances at her erstwhile captive with fear-filled eyes. “So that’s why you didn’t come!”
Searching quickly, Asami finds the controls of the vibrators and shockers while korra cries out pleadingly through her gag. Mercilessly, Asami jerks hard on the controls, raising the power high: Korra screams out, a pitifully weak cry, then collapses, unconscious in her bonds.
It doesn’t take Asami long to find what she wants in the workshop, and she works quickly to free her girlfriend from her bonds, then replace them with the same golden bracelets Asami had worn, and a chi blopcking collar to prevent her from Bending her way out. But Asami made sure to leave the inhibiting clamp right where it was, tight around Korra’s clit.
Behind a curtain, Asami finds it, and it takes her breath away.
Korra awakens slowly, then her eyes slam open. “Mhmmm!” She cries out, tugging at her bonds, but they don’t move a millimeter, she is bound in place by the same electromagnets she bound Asami with.
She is bound in the machine she meant to use on Asami after her supposedly inevitable defeat; Korra’s naked body is stretched out tightly, pulled taut in the heavy steel frame. Her terrified eyes trail over her bare tanned body, then rise up to meet Asami’s gloating gaze.
“Glad you woke up in time!” Asami says with an evil grin. She hefts two suction tubes, hoses trailing from them. “Of course, you know where these are going!’
Korra’s terrified eyes glance to her bare breasts, her nipples standing out firm and hard in the cool air, then dart back to Asamit. “Mhmm!” she whimpers pleadingly.
“You would have done it to me!” Asami says, shaking her head as she approaches Korra, reaching toward her breasts.
“Mhmmm!” Korra screams as the clear plastic tubes close on her breasts, heavy suction sucking her delicate flesh up, filling the tubes, her nipples swelling under the pressure.
Laughing at her screams, Asami saunters over to the small control panel of the machine; her hand hovers delicately over the switch for a long moment as she stares mockingly at Korra, reveling in her screams and mopans and gagged pleas, then her hand darts down, and flips the switch.
“MHMMMM!” Korras screams, but even her toes are tightly bound together, there is absolutely nothing she can do, not even to pull her feet away from the torture: tiny wire brushes sweep across her sensitive soles while others plunge into her armpits and across her naked sides; wheels of feathers brush over her pussy and her naked parted thighs. Korra screams with laughter, desperate for breath, her face turning red as she shrieks through her gag, crying and screaming for mercy which isn’t coming.
Tickling is only the start of her problems: the suction keep on,the tubes sticking to her breasts as she quivers and cries helplessly in her bonds.
The vibrator filling her pussy buzzes loudly, adding its own siren call to Korra’s screams; Asami stuck the shocking hook into Korra’s rear with great pleasure, and now the current runs through her body, making her jump and scream as the shocks burst through her.
Korra tugs against her bonds, her muscles jumping beneath her naked skin, but to no avail: she is borne higher and higher on pain, pleasure, overwhelming sensation, but there is no climax; with a scream of horror she realizes the inhibitor is still clamped inside of her.
With an evil smile, Asami plucks up a third suction tube, and slides it neatly over Korra’s pussy, adding another note to her screams as her captor takes a step back.
The tubes from the suction devices go into an empty container, nearby; Asami walks over to it and gives Korra a glance, still smiling wickedly. “You’ll be released,” she says. “Just as soon as you fill the container with your milk and cum... oops, no cum for you, right?” she says, glancing at the inhibitor. naturally, no milk, either. “Then just wait.” Her smile broadening, Asami turns away. “I’ll be back after the weekend. Dont go anywhere!”
Smiling, Asami caresses her belly, newly found abs, . Thanks Korra, she thinks to herself, and exits leaving her bound girlfriend to her fate, wondering how many time will she pass out, and how many time she’ll cum from her constant stimulation, starting just as soon as the clit clamp falls off. . .