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 Katara's Last Defiance Tags: Abuse, Misogyny, Gangbang, f/m+, Katara/Aang,
Freezing, Snuff, Shattering, Body modification, submissive, willing,
semi-romantic, Avatar: the Last Airbender

   Katara stood there in shock.  She'd lost.  She'd been so confident that
with Aang's teaching she would win, but she lost anyway.  It wasn't even
close.

   Master Pakku looked at her with disdain as if trying to figure out what
to do with her now that he'd won.

   Smiling cruelly the old man seemed to come to a decision.  "Strip."

   "What!?" Katara yelped surprised, unsure if she had really heard what
she thought she had.  "I said, Strip." Master Pakku repeated.  "You lost,
and now you're mine to do as I please with.  So, Strip."

   Katara was shocked.  Strip here?  Outside at the north pole?  Her body
was already shivering at the thought!  She could see all the boys in Master
Pakku's class watching her, including Aang, and her cheeks flushed hot at
the thought of them seeing her naked like that!  But, she did lose...  so
she didn't exactly have a choice.

   Slowly, Katara shucked her Parka, leaving her in her long sleeved shirt
and furry snow pants.

   Master Pakku was still staring at her in annoyance, silently ordering
her to continue.  She took her snow boots off one by one, placing her bare
feet on the frozen ice below.

   "Ah!" She started as the cold touched the soles of her feet, but
continued to undress anyway.

   She fiddled with the ties on her pants, unknotting them as she stared at
the boys surrounding her.  She had nothing on underneath these, and once
she took them off the Boys, including Aang, would all be able to see her
privates.

   "Katara!  You don't have to do this!" Aang shouted encouraging the
dark-skinned water-bender

   "Yes I do, Aang." Katara admitted sadly.  "I challenged Master Pakku and
lost.  He's right, he can do whatever he wants with me now.  Just...  go
along with it.  You have to learn from master Pakku if you want to become a
proper avatar."

   She wanted to stop, to preserve her modesty and her shield against the
cold.  She wanted to listen to Aang and resist, but she couldn't.  Master
Pakku's orders were clear.

   Katara dropped her pants, revealing not just her slender young legs, but
also her bare pussy.

   She heard someone gasp as her pants hot the ice, bust she wasn't sure if
it was one of the boys staring at her bared snatch, or herself from the
sudden icy wind brushing over her privates.

   Katara's pussy was completely bare, with not a single hair to hide it
from view.  It was puffy and soft, protruding slightly into a fleshy valley
between her brown thighs.  Katara's inner lips, slightly darker than the
flesh surrounding them, protruded from between her vulva.  And the crowning
jewel of Katara's cunt was the little pink nub poking out from beneath it's
hood where Katara's lower lips met.

   She shuddered as the cold air hit her privates.  It was freezing,
already a cold day with her parka, and now without?  Katara had seen water
freeze in seconds at this temperature.  She wasn't looking forward to
whatever Master Pakku had planned for her.

   Her fingers trembling from a mixture of embarrassment and cold, Katara
lifted up her shirt.

   With her shirt over her head, Katara couldn't see the hungry way the
male students stared at her, or the way Aang blushed as he urged himself
not to look.

   Katara's breasts were small, she had imagined the way that they'd fit in
Aang's hands, a little more than a handful each.  But they suited her young
frame.  Each brown breast was topped with a little darker brown nub at the
end, and since she wasn't wearing any undergarments, as soon as she lifted
up her shirt her breasts were on full display for everyone to see.

   Katara blushed.  She thought she saw Aang quickly look away as she
pulled her shirt free from her body.  It was sweet of him, but also an
extremely embarrassing reminder of her current state.

   The icy wind felt like a set of daggers against her skin now that Katara
was completely nude.  And it left her shivering and wondering just what
Master Pakku would do to her next.

   "Take a good look." Pakku instructed his class.  "Girls are soft,
they're not meant for battle.  They're meant for healing and sex.  Since
this girl has decided that she won't heal, she'll fulfill her other purpose
instead.

   "On your hands and knees girl, and reach back and spread that little
cunt of yours for the boys to see what use you really are." Pakku ordered.

   Katara flushed as Master Pakku degraded her, but she followed his order
anyway.  The ice froze against her soft skin as she got down on her hands
and knees, head facing away from the group so as to fulfill Master Pakku's
order.

   Katara's modest breasts shook freely beneath her as she crouched in the
snow like a polar bear-dog, shivering.  Her nipples were as hard as rocks
from the cold arctic air, and her whole shuddered as the wind hit her puffy
young pussy.

   Slowly, Katara reached her ice cold hand back behind her and pulled her
pussy open for Master Pakku's class to see, exposing her soft pink privates
to open view.

   "Well," Master Pakku asked, "who wants the first go at her?"

   Pakku's students looked up at him in shock, with just a hint of lust
tossed in.  Katara could hear the silence at the old Water-bender's offer,
as if the students were afraid to answer.

   "You'll all be taking a turn." Master Pakku stated in a voice meant to
reassure his students but which did anything but to Katara as she shivered
naked on the icy ground.  "Even the Avatar.  It's time you all learned how
to use a woman and this girl must learn a woman's place."

   Katara shivered.  She was rapidly losing body heat as the students
stared at her, but that wasn't the only reason for her shivers.  She was a
virgin, she was saving herself for marriage, and hopefully for Aang.  Now
she was going to be fucked by a group of boys she didn't even know the
names of as Aang watched!  Her shivering intensified.

   Katara wasn't sure when it happened, but a boy had finally volunteered.

   Katara's blood pounded in her ears.  The winds howled around her, but
she could still hear the distinctive ruffling of cloth and furs behind her.
Her heart was leaping in her chest and her face flushed crimson as she
tried to get a hold on herself.

   Katara feared that she was about to find out if it really was possible
to die of embarrassment.  Bad enough that she was completely naked in front
of all these boys, and especially in front of Aang!  But now they were
going to take, no, they were going to fuck her, like a common whore. 
Ripping through the virginity she'd saved for someone special without a
care in the world.

   The boy behind her had fished out his cock and was eager to sheathe it
inside her, away from the cold arctic air.

   She could feel one of the boy's warm hands blazing against her bare skin
as he grabbed hold of her hips.  Then, before Katara could brace herself,
the boy thrust his girth inside her.

   Katara cried out as the boy tore her hymen.  He fucked her roughly, but
even though Katara had fantasized about having a slow romantic first time,
she found herself the way he used her like a toy for his own pleasure.  It
wasn't much, but it was enough, when combined with the boy's own eagerness,
to lubricate her formerly virgin slit.

   Katara's cunt was sore.  The boy wasn't particularly well endowed, but
it was her first time, and she'd never really had anything inside her like
this.  Her torn Hymen wasn't helping.

   The boy thrust quickly into Katara's shivering body, enjoying the way
that her trembling translated to her quivering cunt.  She was tight around
his cock, but not tight enough to keep him out as he plundered her body for
his own pleasure.  Grabbing hold of Katara's bare hips and ass, the boy
yanked her body back so that he could slam his way into her all the way to
the base of his young cock.

   Katara blushed, shivering in the arctic wind as she realized just how
nice it felt to have the boy's gloved hands covering her bare butt, how
nice it was to feel the warmth of the boy's cock as it thrust in and out of
her.  In the back of her head, she could hear someone else approaching from
behind her, but the feeling of being filled with warmth even as her
outsides froze distracted her.

   "You see?  She's already starting to enjoy her place." Pakku stated as
he reached down and grabbed Katara's chin, pulling it up so that he could
show off her flushed cheeks.  "Women are made for this, pleasing a man. 
This is what they are meant for, all of them without exception.  You just
need to train the stubborn ones to recognize it.  You can take a girl that
starts out obedient as a wife, but girls like this?  Girls that need to be
trained and broken.  They're just whores."

   Pakku spat in Katara's face as he let her chin go.  She couldn't say
anything, not if she wanted Aang to learn water bending.  She'd lost and
this was her punishment.

   Against her will, Katara's hips began to thrust backwards, not wanting
to give up her sole source of warmth so quickly.  The cold was making her
sensitive.  Her whole body tingled, and her vulva sent a burst of sensation
each time the boy's body slammed into them.  Out of the corner of her eyes,
Katara could see Aang's face, and her entire body flushed as she realized
that he was watching her being fucked like a whore by his classmates.

   There was no warning, one second the boy was thrusting inside her and
the next he had stopped, holding her hips so hard and so close that she
could almost feel the warmth of his hands beneath his heavy arctic furs. 
She could feel something spurting inside her.  Despite herself, Katara let
out a slight moan of pleasure as the boy came, coating her insides with
something warm and wet.

   Then he pulled out.

   Katara's whimpering moan was audible now as the cold hit her exposed
cunt.  The boy's cum had leaked out of her, just a bit, a few drops really,
but it was sliding down the junction of her outer lips to touch the most
sensitive spot on her body, her clit.  The dripping cum started out warm,
as warm as the boy's cock had been, but it was almost ice cold when it
finally hit her little button; and Katara spasmed wildly as it began to
freeze against her.  To the boys, especially Aang, it almost looked like
she was cumming from the way she'd been willingly raped.

   Katara's cunt was slightly splayed, a thin trail of cum, trickling out
of it.  It tempted the boys with hints of pink just beyond her dusky brown
outer lips.  Despite himself, Aang couldn't stop staring at it.  It
couldn't be true, what master Pakku said.  But there Katara was, cumming
and panting like he'd seen happen to flying lemurs or sloth dogs in their
mating seasons.  A tiny sliver of doubt wormed its way into the Avatar's
mind.

   Katara was still lost in the pain of her clit slowly freezing when a
second boy forced his way in to take the spot the first had left open.  She
gasped in pleasure at the sudden warmth as he slammed his way into her
pre-lubricated pussy.

   She was responding now.  Katara's hips were thrusting backwards to meet
the fur cloaked boy as he fucked her, roughly.  Her nipples felt like they
could cut rocks, and the sweat from her exertion was cooling her skin. 
Katara was colder than she'd ever been in her life, and the only warmth
that she was allowed was this stranger's cock.  Her cunt practically
gobbled it up.

   Katara's pussy was slick with the lubrication provided by the first
boy's cum, making it easy for her current partner to fuck her even harder
than before.  Cum spattered across her bare thighs with each bold thrust.
Katara could see Master Pakku watching her, judging her, but it was so very
cold, and the boy's cock was like a blazing ember inside her freezing body.
Of course she responded, how couldn't she?  Especially when with each new
thrust of her hips she delayed the cold just a tiny bit longer...

   Katara shivered the spattered cum began to freeze despite her current
partner's warmth.  The milky white jizz speckling her legs like the first
snowflakes of winter.  Katara knew she was acting improper, but the cold
was making it hard to think, and the pleasure of being used like a bitch in
heat wasn't helping either.

   Slowly, the pace began to pick up, she could hear the boy's balls
rhythmically slapping against her frozen clit, sending a jolt of pain
through her body with each new thrust.  Katara dreaded the sound, but there
wasn't anything she could do about it.  She had lost, and this was her
punishment.

   Her body felt like it was burning.  The icy wind felt like daggers
against her skin, and each new slap of balls against her frozen clit was
worse than the one before.  The only thing left to her was the heat of her
partner's cock, and the hopes and dreams for the future that she'd pinned
on Aang's shoulders.  She could see him staring at her now, watching as she
debased herself with his classmates.  His eyes were wide, horrified, but
wanting.  She could see the respect he once held her in draining from those
eyes and she wanted to cry out to him, to explain that she was doing this
all for him, so that he could become a true Avatar and defeat the Fire
Nation!  But she couldn't.  Not with Pakku watching.  Not with her mouth
betraying her with guttural grunts and moans.  Not while she fucked another
boy in front of his very eyes.  Katara's cheeks flushed, and she looked
away, unable to meet his eyes.

   It wasn't long before her current partner followed the example of the
first.  Katara could hear it, their bodies slapping together as he sped up.
Each new thrust a world of tingling warmth for her cunt, and tingling
pressure for her bared butt.  Faster and faster he fucked her until Katara
wasn't quite sure whether he was thrusting in or out at any given moment.
And then, just as he was about to blow, cold air rushed into Katara's cunt
as he pulled out and shot his load all over her bare back and ass instead.

   Katara shuddered from the uninvited polar winds as the boy wiped his
dripping cock on her left leg.  The cum he'd splashed across her back was
already cooling, sucking the warmth from her body like water through a
hollow river reed.

   "You boys look impatient." Pakku observed, "Since women are supposed to
be silent, this one doesn't need her whore mouth for speaking.  If you
don't want to wait for a turn at her cunt, feel free to shut her up with
your cocks instead."

   Katara's eyes widened in horror at Pakku's pronouncement.  Her mouth!?
She'd never done- never even heard of something like that before!

   Before Katara knew it another boy had buried his cock into her pussy. 
She was still sopping wet from her earlier adventures and now that she was
no longer unconsciously resisting, was loose enough that the boy slid right
in to his balls on the first thrust.

   Katara could feel him moving inside her, but her eyes were focused on
the boy who was now approaching her from the front.  He was one of Aang's
classmates ' and she hadn't bothered to learn his name, but he was older
than Aang, maybe around her brother's age.  She watched as he stood in
front of her, fishing his cock out of the furs swaddling it.  It hung in
front of her like one of those the arctic seal sausages that her brother
loved so much; long and dark brown.

   He gripped it firmly, maneuvering it so that its head poked at her
closed lips, prompting her to open them.  She did.

   The boy groaned audibly as Katara's warm mouth enveloped his cock; her
tongue running along the bottom of the shaft.  "You were right Master
Pakku!" The boy proclaimed.  "This girl really is built to service men!"

   Katara choked as the boy pillaging her mouth shoved his prick in as far
as it could go, fucking her mouth like a pussy with no concern for her
desires, or even her need to breathe.  She was being filled from both ends,
and with the icy winds ravaging her body on the outside, she couldn't help
the way her cunt squeezed tight around the young cock filling it, or the
way her tongue caressed the cock in her mouth.

   "Girls like her are cumdumps.  They're meant to be used until they're no
longer useful and then replaced.  They just need to be shown their place
and they'll fall into line..." Master Pakku explained for his class.  "Once
you boys are done using her, she'll never disobey an order again.  So make
sure to have fun with her!"

   Katara could only listen with half an ear as the boys screwing her began
to build up a rhythm.  She felt her nipples freezing even as her dangling
breasts bounced and jiggled from the force of the boys' cocks roughly
fucking her at both ends.  Her shivering only made it more pleasurable as
her pussy clenched around the boy behind her.

   They were using her like a whore, but Katara's body didn't care.  As
starved for heat as she was, she eagerly licked and sucked on the warm rod
raping her mouth, and her hips thrust eagerly backwards to try and
recapture the cock behind her any time it started to withdraw.

   To Aang's eyes it looked like Master Pakku was right.  His beloved
Katara, the girl who led them all the way across the world to the North
Pole, really was a secret slut.  His heart began to break as he watched in
horror, a seed of rage at his love's seeming betrayal blossoming inside as
he wondered if any girl was really honest, if even Katara could hide
something like this from him.

   Katara was beginning to lose herself.  The cold was making it hard to
think; hard to do anything except fuck.  Her focus narrowed from second to
second until the only thing she could feel were the cold and the cocks
violating her.

   The boy violating her face grunted, and suddenly Katara's mouth was full
of warm white cum.  Katara choked on the unexpected gift, unable to swallow
it all at once.  Her eyes watered as she began to cough, tears streaming
from her eyes and streams of cum pouring from her nose.  Her whole body
spasmed as she gasped for air around the cock in her mouth, triggering the
boy taking her from behind into filling her cunt with yet another dose of
cum.

   Cum sloshed out of Katara's cunt as the two boys continued to plow her,
their cocks slowly softening within her.

   Katara slowly swallowed the cum in her mouth, her tongue licking the
warm cock clean of every last drop she could manage before the boy decided
to withdraw.  The icy wind was already freezing the cum that had dripped
from her nose and the corner of her mouth.  Even her salty tears were
beginning to freeze.

   Katara could feel the boy behind her as he pulled out, leaving her
cum-filled cunt helpless against the icy air.  She shivered desperately as
the boy's warmth was removed from her and his cum began to seep, dripping
out from between her vulva.

   The boy was soon replaced.

   "Don't waste your time on this worthless cumslut, boy." Master Pakku
berated the boy who was still using her mouth.  "If she hasn't cleaned off
your cock by now, just slap her whore face with it before you join the
others." Pakku advised.

   The boy withdrew, his cock glistening from her saliva, not a drop of cum
in sight.

   "Huh." Pakku acted surprised.  "I guess even a useless slut like you can
learn your proper place." Pakku admitted before pausing.  "Or maybe you
just love the taste of cum so much that you couldn't bare to leave any
behind?" Pakku asked cruelly.

   Boy after boy approached her each one using her for his own pleasure, as
little more than a portable fucktoy.  Their cum thoroughly bathed her every
hole, baptizing her for her new life as a whore.  Cum seeped from her cunt,
coating her clit and thighs as it froze solid against her skin.  It dripped
out of the corners of her mouth and froze across her face as she serviced
Aang's classmates one after another.  Katara's back and butt were
thoroughly frosted; and with the frozen cum leeching her precious warmth
away from her body Katara shivered harder than ever before, setting her
dangling breasts to jiggling as they hung beneath her.

   Moments blurred one onto another.  Partners built up until she could no
longer tell the difference between one cock and the next.  Through it all,
Katara could feel Aang watching her; first with shock, then disgust as she
shivered, fucking each new boy in what must have seemed like orgiastic
bliss.

   Katara's mind was beginning to break down.  Her thoughts were blurry
from the combination of cold and constant sex.  She knew there was a reason
she was doing this, but she couldn't quite remember why.  All she could
think of was the way each new cock brought her just the tiniest bit of
relief from the cold, and remember the way that the cold was kept just
slightly at bay by her energetic thrusting.  Her eyes sought Aang's
constantly.  Begging him, pleading with him, for what she couldn't quite
remember, until finally, Aang's classmates had run out.

   "Avatar, you haven't taken your turn yet." Pakku observed, shifting his
gaze between the useless mewling water-tribe whore at his feet and her
former friend Avatar Aang.  Katara's lips dripped with cum, and her ass was
quivering and shaking from the cold.

   "Do I have to?" Aang asked, "She looks...  ah..."

   Pakku's frown firmed.  "No need to take pity on her Avatar.  This is the
natural state of whores like her.  This is what girls like her really
crave." Pakku walked behind around Katara until he settled just off to the
side of her legs.  "In fact, she's still responsive," Pakku smacked her
right across her cum-coated cunt, shattering the icy coating that had built
up across it.

   "Aaaaah!" Katara cried out as the frosted semen covering her worthless
cunt broke, leaving behind the sensitive reddened flesh beneath.  She could
feel even more cum flowing out of her uncapped cunt as Pakku walked back in
front of her and stepped firmly on her shoulders, driving her front onto
the wet snow below.

   "A whore's natural place is to grovel for cock at the feet of a man. 
And this whore wants yours Aang.  Can't you see how she's been staring at
it?" Katara whimpered, her face and sensitive tits forced into the icy
snow, but despite herself, her eyes sought Aang out anyway.

   "She really...  is a whore like you told us, isn't she Master Pakku?"
Aang asked.  Katara wanted to protest, she wanted to disagree, but more
than that, she wanted to feel Aang's cock inside her, she wanted to share
some of his warmth.  Speaking up, saying anything at all other than begging
Aang to fuck her; it would have ruined that for her.

   So instead, Katara just groaned her agreement as Pakku ground her into
the ice with the sole of his shoe.

   "You're young, and foolish.  You don't know any better than to doubt me.
But there's a reason that I am the master water-bender here.  Women are
whores.  Even the good ones, suitable to take as wives, even the healers.
All it takes is a good solid fucking to expose them as the whores they are,
begging for cock.  Just like your friend Katara.  Look at her.  Moaning
even as I abuse her.  She wants your cock, more than anything else in the
world right now.  She wants you to fuck her like the whore she really is so
much that she can't even bring herself to speak.  Give her what she wants."
Pakku ordered.

   Aang nodded and walked slowly towards Katara's shivering, cum-drenched
form pulling his tattooed cock out of his pants as he did so.  Though
Katara only briefly caught a flash of blue, she realized that Aang's
air-bending arrows really did coat every one of his extremities.

   Aang stood behind her now, his cock rigid as he stared at Katara's
leaking cunt.  "You really are a whore, aren't you?" Aang repeated his
question, surprised as he directed the question at Katara herself.  "Your
cunt's so full of cum that it's not just dripping out, it's started to pool
beneath you.  You've been fucked so many times that you're completely
covered in it, and you still want more..." Aang stated as Katara thrust her
shivering cum covered ass toward his outstretched cock.

   Katara couldn't stand it.  She was freezing and growing colder by the
second.  She needed warmth, she needed Aang.  "Please..." she whimpered.

   "I guess if you really do want it that bad it'd be mean not to give it
to you..." Aang admitted, staring at Katara's eager pussy.  "Maybe I should
clean you off a bit first though?" He asked looking at the frozen mess
coating Katara's clit.

   Katara trembled, uncertain of just what exactly Aang intended to do to
her; even she couldn't tell whether her body was shaking in fear, or
anticipation.  She could just barely see him when she tried to look behind
her.  His fingers were curled into a fist that was slowly clenching and
unclenching.

   "Lets break this ice off of you." Aang said coming to a decision.  Just
out of Katara's view he lifted his leg, planting it in a low stance. 
Aang's hand opened, and with one fluid motion, he drew it back and slammed
it forward into the ice in a lewd parody of a spanking.

   Katara jumped as the heel of Aang's hand smacked into her abused cunt,
shattering all the cum frozen to her pussy in one blow.

   "Auuuh!" Katara's eyes rolled back in her head as the blow connected. 
The stinging pain of Aang's hand smacking flush against her lower lips was
bad, and the tingling burn where her skin was just beginning to warm from
its icy prison was terrible too, but it was the sharp shooting pain from
Katara's formerly frozen clit that knocked her knees out from under her
sending her sprawling in the cum-drenched snow.

   "Blood?" Aang asked, staring at the small red stain left in the snow
between her thighs as Katara slowly pulled herself back up.  There was
blood trickling from where the ice used to be.

   Pakku stood behind his student.  "You accidentally shattered her clit as
well with that blow of yours." Pakku explained, watching Katara resume her
position.  "Her pain must be absolutely incredible, but this slut's so
incredibly hungry for your cock that she's already up and running." Pakku
sneered.

   "I guess...  I guess I should give it to her then." Aang stated, unsure
just how he felt about accidentally hurting the slut he'd thought he was in
love with.  Katara jumped as the heel of Aang's hand smacked into her
abused cunt, shattering all the cum frozen to her pussy in one blow.

   Pakku stood behind his student.  "You accidentally shattered her clit as
well with that blow of yours." Pakku explained, watching Katara resume her
position.  "Her pain must be absolutely incredible, but this slut's so
incredibly hungry for your cock that she's already up and running." Pakku
sneered.

   Her clit was shattered?  Katara couldn't quite wrap her head around
that. It hurt worse than anything else she'd ever experienced, but
shattered?  Broken?  By Aang?  That...  that couldn't be, could it?

   Katara struggled to get out of the snow and back on her hands and knees.
She feared that she'd lose her balance with every new jiggle from her
dangling tits, but she had to get back up.  She was so cold, and she wanted
the warmth that Aang could give her.  She wanted Aang.  With Aang standing
behind her, it wasn't even about the fact that if she didn't do this Master
Pakku might not train him, no, it was about Katara's needs.

   Katara's cunt was flushed red and dripping wet.  It was ready for him.
His classmates had just been a warm-up.  As Katara finally managed to
regain her position, she moaned out for Aang.  "Please...  fuck me..."

   "I...  I guess I should give it to her then..." Aang stated, unsure just
how he felt about accidentally hurting the slut he'd thought he was in love
with.  Maybe Master Pakku was right?  She was begging for it...  Maybe this
really was all that women were useful for?

   Carefully, Aang lined his tattooed cock up with Katara's sopping slit.
Then, without and warning, Aang drove his rod home.

   "Aah!" Katara cried as Aang's hairless balls slapped against the
shattered half-frozen remnants of her clit.  The contact was agonizing, but
even so Katara found herself enjoying it.  Aang's cock was inside her and
his classmates' cum was greasing the way for him to bottom out inside her
after each and every stroke.

   Aang was enjoying himself.  Katara's pussy was warm and wet, and each
thrust went smoother than penguin sledding.  Slowly he picked up speed,
using her for his own enjoyment, barely noticing her cries of pain, or the
way they were slowly transforming into moans of pleasure.

   Katara had never felt like this before, not once during the entire
procession of Aang's classmates using her had she enjoyed it half as much
as she did now.  She didn't know if it was Aang, or the agony of her own
mutilated clit causing her excitement but no matter what it was, Katara
couldn't help but give in.

   "You can't see it Avatar Aang, but this whore has the lewdest expression
I've ever seen on her face." Pakku commented looking at Katara from the
front as she eagerly thrust her hips to meet Aang's beautiful cock.  "It
seems under all that indignation there really was an honest whore after
all." Pakku drawled.

   Katara's hair fell teasingly in a braid along her back, looking to Aang
like nothing so much as Appa's reigns, a way to steer the whore he used to
love, to make her go faster.

   He grabbed the braid, yanking it back and pulling her head with it. 
"Yip yip!" He called out, as if she were an animal to be goaded instead of
a person.

   Aang held fast to the braid as Katara sped up.  Each new thrust landed
with an audible thwack as Aang's hips hit Katara's brown ass.  Each new
thrust sent her higher and higher, as the tug of her hair blended into the
multitude of aches and pains inflicted on her.

   "Master Pakku was right!" Aang disdained as he fucked Katara even
harder. "You're enjoying this.  You're not really a person.  You're just a
whore that needs a good fuck." Aang cursed.

   Katara couldn't deny it.  "Please." She cried out between husky moans,
"Please!"

   "You're nothing but a dirty little slut!" Aang berated even as he fucked
her faster than ever, "I can't believe I ever liked a cum-dump like you,"
he added sheathing his cock to the hilt in her messy young cunt.

   Katara couldn't help herself.  Even though Aang was insulting her, even
though it broke her heart to hear him abuse her like this, she couldn't
stop fucking him.  Her cunt ached for him, for his warmth, for the pain he
inflicted on her with every new thrust as his balls slapped her shattered
clit.  As long as he was fucking her, Katara couldn't bring herself to deny
his angry words.

   Maybe he really was right?  Nice girls didn't do this.  They didn't feel
like this.  Maybe she really was a slut?

   Katara could feel something building inside her, like heat or pressure,
but not quite like anything she'd ever felt before.  It was clouding her
brain, flowing from her sloppy cunt into the rest of her naked body.  And
it was building; slowly at first, but now steadily, and faster.

   "Don't be ashamed Avatar," Pakku admonished.  "Many men older and wiser
than you have been fooled by sluts like her.  But now you know better."

   "Yeah!" Aang agreed furiously fucking his former crush.  "Now I know! 
Whores like Katara are only good for fucking." He stated, punctuating each
and every word with another forceful thrust.

   Katara couldn't help herself.  With every new thrust, with every new
debasing slur her cunt grew warmer.  Pulsing with pleasure, Katara could
feel every single inch of her friend's cock inside her, sliding in and out
of her slick cunt with practiced ease.  It was all building towards
something, something new and incredible; something Katara had never felt
before.

   With a shuddering pulse Katara came hard, unable to resist her own urges
any longer.

   Katara's well-used cunt contracted, clasping Aang's cock as it shivered
desperately with the dark-skinned girl's first ever orgasm.

   Aang's eyes rolled back as he felt Katara's slippery snatch gripping his
tattooed rod.  It was incredible!  So soft and warm and tight...  Aang
could feel himself losing control as he came for the first time in his life
in response; shooting his seed desperately into the debased and ruined
shell of his friend.

   Katara's body quaked as Aang's warm cock came inside her sloppy cunt,
prolonging the shivering young girl's climax.  It was incredible!  Katara
thought as Aang continued to fuck her, even as his dick started to soften
inside her.

   In and out, each thrust plowing through her super-sensitive cunt forcing
even more shudders from Katara's well-used form.  The moment stretched
outward until Katara lost all track of time, suspended in infinity, just
her, her cum-filled cunt, and Aang's incredible cock.

   Katara slumped into the snow as Aang finished fucking her; the aftermath
of her first orgasm leaving her arms and knees weaker than ever before,
when coupled with the icy cold.  She could already feel the Avatar's cum
slipping out of her gushing cunt and starting to freeze atop the shattered
remains of her clit and semen-caked thighs.  She thrust feebly backwards as
she tried to recapture Aang's cock in her thoroughly used snatch, but he
had already pulled away.  Walking forward, Aang grabbed Katara's braid and
wrapped it around his cum-covered cock, using it to clean his sloppy member
of sexual juices, his own, Katara's and the rest of his class'.  He dropped
her now cum-covered hair as he finished, with no thought to Katara's
appearance or wants.  He stared coldly down at her.

   A quick look back showed Katara the disgusted way he looked at her now;
like she really was the whore she'd begged him to fuck her as instead of
the strong water-bender he'd traveled with, but in the afterglow of her
climax, Katara wasn't as upset as she should have been.  Her eyes looked
up, sparkling with desire, laden with the hope for one more go.

   Aang sneered and twisting his hips, slapped her across the face with his
still mostly-stiff cock.  Leaving a wet mark on her cheek from where he
missed some lingering cum.  With that, Aang pulled up his pants and walked
away.

   "Now that you've all gotten to use her," Pakku began explaining, "I
think it's time this tradition-flouting whore started to serve as a warning
of the price of disregarding our ancient traditions."

   Katara shivered, only partially from the cold, as Pakku advanced toward
her.  "women are for healing, giving birth to the next generation, and
raising them properly.  Given how Katara has already flouted our
traditions, she can't be trusted to undertake the others as well."

   Master Pakku paused as he stood behind Katara.  "Instead, this
self-proclaimed whore will serve as a warning.  A whore like her hardly
needs a womb, so I'll rip it out of her as a display of the water-bending
she wanted to learn so much.  Then, I'll freeze her naked body for all time
to serve as a reminder of a woman's place in this world.  Of course,
there's no reason to leave her useless when she could serve some extra
use...  So after I freeze her, feel free to use her gaping, wombless cunt
as a place to throw your trash.  It's not like anything but trash will come
out of it anyway if I leave her whole and unfrozen."

   Katara knew she had to let Master Pakku do this, not just for Aang, to
let him continue to learn under a real water-bender, but also because
Master Pakku was right about her.  She was a useless whore, better off
frozen as a warning to other, better girls.  Still, she was a bit surprised
when Aang didn't say a single word of protest in her defense.

   Aang stood with the rest of the boys, and Katara could see the look of
disdain for her writ broadly across his face.  While it certainly hurt,
seeing what he now thought of her, a part of her was happy that they both
knew what she really was now; that he wouldn't mess up his chances as
Pakku's student by trying to "save" her.

   Pakku advanced in the corner of her vision, and Katara looked away. 
Despite her acceptance of her fate, this wasn't something she wanted to
watch.

   With a rising fist, Pakku pulled up a thin column of ice, no larger
around than some of the boys' dicks that she'd serviced earlier, and drove
it uncaringly into Katara's squishy, cum-filled cunt; splattering seed
across her lower lips and legs.

   Katara gasped and moaned as the icy dildo filled her cunt, painfully
stretching her and robbing her of precious warmth.  It felt almost like she
was burning from the inside out.  The ice felt like a dagger where it
touched her soft inner walls, and there certainly wasn't any attempt to
make the thrust gentle or pleasant.  Katara squirmed anyway, shivering,
though it seemed to all watching like she was shaking from pleasure.

   With a flick of his fingers, Pakku made the column of ice grow even
thicker inside the young water-tribe girl.  Though the ice was as clear as
the polar water that formed it, the boys could only get fractions of
glimpses inside of Katara before the dildo distorted them beyond
recognition.

   Katara's eyes bulged as the dildo stretched her fragile young cunt to
what felt like the very edge of the breaking point before stopping.  Though
she couldn't actually see the frozen rod inside her, it felt thicker than a
man's fist.  Katara gasped for breath.  The angle of the rod forcing her
face and bare breasts into the ground in supplication once more as it
tilted her cunt.  Then, Master Pakku flicked his fingers once more.

   The flattened tip of the rod, pressed like a burning brand against
Katara's cervix sprouted teeth like a whalebone saw around it's edges; each
one a tiny dagger pressing into the flesh surrounding the fleshy doorway to
Katara's womb.

   Katara's heart was racing; pounding against her ribs frantically in
fear, but Katara couldn't move.  She was frozen.  Not literally, not yet;
but petrified with the fear of what was about to come.  With a flick of his
wrist, Pakku spun his frozen rod.

   "Aaaauuh!" Katara cried out as Pakku sawed out her cervix.  Even the icy
fingers of cold on her skin, and the frozen seed spattered across her face
didn't hurt like this did.  Her was tearing out an essential part of her
with as much delicacy as a fire nation ship ramming through the ice.

   Pain radiated through Katara's cunt as the ice shot past the new opening
in the back of her cunt to quickly envelop her young womb.  Katara gasped
wordlessly, looking at the cloudless sky as her back and neck arched in
reaction.

   Her womb had never felt the cold before, always shielded by her body
from the vagaries of the elements, but now?  Her womb was completely
frozen, surrounding by the stabbing cold of Master Pakku's ice rod.  Even
if Master Pakku decided to spare her, and a healer close enough to heal the
damage he'd inflicted with his ice-saw, her womb was broken now, it would
never work again.  She really was a useless whore.

   Master Pakku however, had no thought of sparing the disruptive girl in
front of him.  Instead, he motioned with his hand as if pulling a rope, and
the ice responded to his will.

   Katara gasped wordlessly as the ice inside her began to withdraw at
Master Pakku's command.  She could feel it pulling out of her, taking her
frozen womb with it.  She gasped and shuddered as the thick icy ball
containing her womb passed through her, stretching her cunt obscenely as
Master Pakku retrieved it.

   The boys oohed and aahed in appreciation as Master Pakku freed Katara's
fist sized womb from her body, revealing it to the world at large.  It was
a dark red in color framed on either side by her ovaries, now useless,
frozen in ice for eternity.

   Katara's cunt was gaping open, and she could feel the cold arctic wind
whistling down the passage and chilling her body where her womb once sat.
She shuddered as the wind hit her from the inside.  She felt, empty. 
Hollowed out.  Like an essential part of her being was missing.

   "This is what a whore's womb looks like." Master Pakku explained. 
"Useless," he continued.  "Whores aren't meant to breed, or have children,
they're just worthless dirty cunts fit only to pleasure men."

   Pakku walked easily around the shivering form of Katara, easily carrying
the icy orb containing her frozen womb in front of him with just his
water-bending

   Katara's eyes opened wide, her mouth gaping in shock as she stared at
her frozen womb, captured in the ice in front of her.  She knew that girls
used their wombs to give birth, but she'd never seen one, not even as a
drawing.  It looked like a snow pear the size of her fist.  Even frozen it
looked warm and welcoming, and Katara felt sad that she would never get to
feel Aang's child growing inside it.

   With a twist of his wrist, Master Pakku drew the ice below the orb up to
meet it, placing Katara's frozen womb in the center of an icy pedestal in
front of her eyes.

   "You're here to serve as a lesson, whore," Pakku stated, glaring at her
ruined cum-spattered frame.  "You're here to be a warning to good girls not
to be a selfish cum-thirsty whore like you." Master Pakku stomped on
Katara's shoulders, forcing her inexorably down until her soft tits were
being crushed between her ribs and the ice below.  "So start worshiping
that whorish womb of yours like a good girl.  You wouldn't want any more
girls ending up like you once they see the statue you're about to become,
would you?"

   "No, Master Pakku," Katara replied, casting her gaze on the pedestal
containing her frozen womb.  A part of Katara wanted this, she wanted to be
abused and destroyed.  She was a whore, and this was what happened to
whores, wasn't it?  The thought of being snuffed out as a warning to
others, of having girls and boys stare at her womb, at her naked body, and
see just the sort of slut she really was...  It made her chilled and
battered cunt ache with arousal.  Even though Katara feared it, even though
the brutalized remains of her cervix flared with pain at the slightest
movement, she still wanted it.

   "Please," Katara continued, "Freeze this worthless whore so that I can
finally be useful to someone."

   Master Pakku smiled cruelly, "Well, if you insist."

   "Say goodbye, you worthless cunt..." Master Pakku ordered as he touched
Katara's shoulders.  She could feel the freezing, her small tits binding to
the ice as they lost all sense of warmth.  Katara could still feel them,
vaguely, like a ghost.  It was the same way she could still feel her womb.

   Katara couldn't move.  She was frozen to the ground; her head couldn't
even turn enough to see Master Pakku as he slipped behind her.

   Suddenly, she could feel the warm touch of Master Pakku's fingers as
they rested atop her young ass.  Katara shivered as Mater Pakku's
fingertips quickly ripped every bit of warmth she'd painstakingly drawn
from his students' cocks from Katara's pert butt.  She could hear the ice
crackling and forming behind her as it spread from Master Pakku's touch;
coating her dusky behind in a shiny frozen sheen.

   Katara's ass started to tingle, just like her stolen womb and frozen
chest.  It was gone, frozen like the rest.  Katara wondered how long she'd
last.  Would she start to thaw in the spring?  She wasn't sure if they got
spring here at the North Pole.  Or maybe a careless boy or girl would
shatter her by accident.  Or maybe they'd do it on purpose...

   Master Pakku poked her frozen ass with his walking stick.  It rang with
a sharp, almost metallic chime as the wooden rod struck ice instead of
flesh.  Master Pakku smiled as Katara's cum-spattered butt resisted his
stick, completely unmoved.

   Katara shivered as best she could, her chest unmoving and her once
supple posterior now one solid mass.  She could feel Master Pakku's hands
drift lower, down to her gaping, leaking cunt.  Katara's snatch was still
wide open, its walls were coated in frost from the drill that kept them
from closing, but her flesh was still warm and supple beneath the surface.
That changed at Master Pakku's touch.

   Katara's cunt seized up as it froze solid.  Slowly, the tingling feeling
spread from the junction of her lower lips, where Master Pakku's fingers
rested, into Katara's gaping snatch.  The broken girl could track it, she
could feel the ice branching down her inner thighs.  He was slowly killing
her, and she wasn't resisting.

   Her pussy quivered, shivering as it slowly froze solid.  Katara moaned,
uncertain whether the sounds escaping her were from fear, or pleasure. 
This was what she deserved, Katara thought to herself, she'd been foolish
and arrogant.  She'd challenged Master Pakku to a match to impress Aang,
when she could have had what she wanted most just by acting like the whore
she now knew she really was.

   The frost had spread while Katara thought, and now a frozen waterfall of
Aang's cum hid the shattered remains of her clit.  Her legs were frozen
solid and the frost was creeping up her stomach as well.

   "Beg," Master Pakku ordered.  "When I walk into this training ground the
first thing I want to see is you begging, no, worshiping the womb I took
from you."

   Katara shuddered as she pictured it.  Her naked body, tits crushed into
the snow, praying to her own frozen womb, her ass in the air like a bitch
in heat, her cunt gaping, frozen, being used as a trash bin for anyone
walking by...

   It didn't matter how Katara felt about it now.  She was already
half-frozen, she couldn't escape if she wanted to.  She'd lost, but she'd
gotten what she had always wanted in the process.  Now all that was left
was her submission.

   Katara cast her eyes upwards to her womb, her palms touched the ice in
supplication as she worshiped it with all her heart.  This was all a whore
like her was good for.  A pretty thing for her betters to look at and use.
She could feel the frost creeping upwards, past her shoulders, down her
arms.  Her toes were frozen now and she could feel the icy fingers of death
tracing their way up her jaw.  In her last moments, Katara knew that if her
cunt hadn't already been taken from her by the ice, she'd be cumming even
harder than she had with Aang.  This really was what she was made for.

   Katara's eyes froze solid, blinding her.  But in those last few seconds
of blackness before her brain froze as well, Katara was happy.
   The End