Katara delivers a drink

Life as Firenation fuck-meat wasn't always simple. Sure the gracious Firelord provided for you, made sure you'd never go hungry or cold but it wasn't all for free. As one takes, one is expected to give. And Katara still had much to give. The crew of the Firenation vessel she found herself on had been kind enough to stop pounding her holes for a while, but as one takes one must give and so she served the men in whatever other way she could. Today her break from serving as fucktoy consisted out of serving her betters. That alone would be far too simple though, she would be retrained and gagged. This way she couldn't run, she couldn't insult her betters and she would have to keep paying attention. Although the crew was aware she was offlimits for the time being, that didn't stop them from feeling her up, harshly grobing her exposed and unexposed body parts, slapping her, spitting on her or licking her. It was all very exciting for this Firenation fuck-meat to be given so muc attention by her betters. It was tempting to relish the moment, she had to be careful not to spill the drink she was ordered to deliver to the captain, 3 decks up. The crew had made it very clear that if she insulted her masters by spilling it, she would have to do a LOT to appease them. It'd mean no more breaks, no more fun challenges or even not seeing Toph for a few weeks! Getting fucked by the crew she could bear, being made to partake in their lewd games and bets she could bear, but she could not bear not being able to feel those soft lips, that sweet flavor. She could not fail!

Her outfit was tight, restrictive and very revealing. Wearing high ballet heels and an armbinder, a corset and latex top, a gag and a collar they had secured her beloved necklace in her hair and tied cat bells to it so they would know where she is. She could orgams from the retrained feeling alone and could barely move properly. The excitement was throwing her offbalance enough already but she was fit with stockings and a wobble skirt too, aswell as a manacles preventing her from taking too great of steps. This left her extremely vulnerable to all the attention of the crew, not that she minded. But dropping the drink would spell disaster..

After enduring much attention from the crew she had finally made it up to the upper deck only to be smacked on the ass just too hard before reaching the captain. She lost her balance and as the drink spilled she knew she'd lost the game. They would fuck her, every single man she'd walked past the past 3 decks. Again humiliated and every hole stretched and abused. But worst of all, she wouldn't be able to kiss those soft Earthbender lips for the forseeable future!

Maybe if she really did her best to please them, they would have mercy..?