Hello! I have returned from my lengthy slumber and am in need of assistance. I greatly want to continue writing stories (and I am currently) but my source of poses and such are all but exhausted! I mean, you can only hogtie/suspend characters for only so long! I need some interesting stuff! Some things you really don't see that often! Utilizing anything you can think of! Poles, chairs, rings, hooks, straps, anything! But I need some more ideas to keep these stories interesting for the readers!

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AN ERRED EXCHANGE


Katara slept alone in her tent on the cold winter's night. She had had a particularly nasty fight with Sokka that night, over a particular odor he had dawned over the past several days without bathing. He referred to it as "a manly pungence", but Katara simply called it "disgusting". After she couldn't take any more, of both the arguing and the scent, Katara stormed off into the woods away from the campsite, carrying her tent under her arm with her. She walked at least a hundred yards out into the forest, found a small clearing where the trees were not growing and the leaves were soft, and pitched her tent. She found a nearby stream and bathed, then dawned a long nightgown and went to bed. That had been several hours ago. It was now in the early hours of the morning, while everyone was still fast asleep.

*snap*

Katara's eyes flicked open to the sound of a twig breaking beneath a boot. 'Ugh, what now?' She grumbled to herself as she rolled out of her sleeping bag. Lazily, she poked her head outside her tent flap and took a quick look around. The frigid morning air stung her eyes as she attempted to peer through the darkness, but it was still pitch black outside. It would be several hours before even dawn would break. "I guess I'm just jumpy from all the commotion last night..." She said to herself with a yawn. With that she laid her head back down onto her pillow and closed her eyes once more.

*snap* *thump*

She heard it again! Now the noise was directly outside her tent. She rubbed her eyes once more and crawled out the flap of the tent. Again, she turned her head back and forth, yet saw nothing making the noise. There were quiet birds chirping and bugs creaking, but that loud noise never repeated itself. With another exasperated sigh, she withdrew into her tent another time. "Well, I know I'm not going crazy..." She mumbled to herself, "I bet it's Sokka trying to pull some childish prank for our fight last night." She laid her head down on her pillow and with a loud yawn yelled out, "Alright Sokka, I know you're out there. Goodnight!" And, with a feeling of satisfaction, she returned to sleeping.


*snap* *thump*.......*flap*

'Flap?' Katara thought to herself. Her eyes shot open. She sat up in her sleeping bag, only to be shoved back down by a gigantic hand. Some gargantuan figure clad in black clothing was now leaning over her with a damp cloth in his hand.
"Y...You're not Sokka...!" Katara fumbled as she looked up at the huge man in fear.

He was giant! The kind of man that she could imagine pile-driving an angry Moose-Bear. Before she could utter another sentence or call out to Aang, the assailant shoved the rag into Katara's face. Half of it pressed tightly against her nose, while the other half was jammed into her mouth, dripping in bitter liquid. "MMNNnn!!" Katara screamed as the drug took effect. In a few moments, she was out cold. "Mmmmmn...nnn..." She mumbled. She felt herself get hoisted up onto the man's shoulder, and then nothing, as she faded back to sleep one last time.

**********

"Wake up, cutie-pie!" She heard a voice from the blackness jeer at her. What was going on? Where was she? How did this happen? All the memories of that night slowly crept back to her, inching her to consciousness. Her eyes slowly creaked open. Katara was still unsure of what had happened, and she was still dazed, but she could see around now.

She was in a tent still, but not the one that she had been sleeping in. This was a huge tent, the size of an entire building. She had been laying flat on her back, atop a dull green tarp. Several lanterns were hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the area. In the very center of the tent was a large ordinary dining table, surrounded by shabby wooden chairs. Save for a few curtains and dressers and such, that was all of the furniture in the tent.

"W-wh-what's going on?!" Katara stumbled over her words, putting her hand to her head as a massive headache exploded from the adrenaline in her body now fighting with her foggy thoughts. Still in a turning to the voice that had awoken her. She met eye contact with a thin man. His hair was brown, or at least probably, she couldn't quite tell from the amount of dirt it was caked in. The dirty hair was matched by a scruffy looking beard and a crooked smile. He was dressed in shabby brown rags. "I know what you are, you're a woodland bandit!" Katara gasped, as the nasty smirk on the man's face spread wider. "What do you want with me?" She said shakily as she slowly backed away from the dirty outlaw.

"Ye' ain't one teh be askin' questions, missie!" He rasped, the look in his eye frowing wilder as Katara continued to back away from him. "Now now, cutie-pie, I woul'nt wanna try anythin' funny. Er else yur gonna have teh have a word wit the boss!" He said as he slowly approached her. "An' trus' me, yuh don't wanna do that! Yer lucky yeh ain't trussed up like a rhinoturkey righ' now! Cuz we don't like hurtin' our cargo, but we have a differnt rule fer troublema'ers!"

Katara didn't respond to the thief, she didn't have time to, she had to escape! Without a second thought, she turned and bolted for the nearby exit flap.

*Thump*

Katara fell back onto her rear as she collided face first into the chest of a rather large man. She rubbed her head, his chest felt like a brick wall! She looked up at the man. Her eyes met with a pair of dull thoughtless ones, his face was blank, almost as if he was unable to comprehend anything that had happened in the past few hours (or week). "YOU!" Katara clamored, "Y- You're the creep that attacked me last night!" She said as she got shot up to her feet again, pointing a finger at him, and stood eye to eye with the man. Or at least, she thought she was. "Listen up, jerk! If you know what's good for you-!" It took her a moment to snap back out of rage mode. It was then that she realized that her eyes were more lined up just below his chest than at his face, even on tiptoe!
"Oh...my goodness!.... You're a big boy.." She uttered as she stumbled backwards once more, landing back on her behind again with a thump.

"Alright, alright! Fine!" Katara said, looking back and forth between the large man and the dirty one, trying to figure out which one was less uncomfortable. "I won't cause any trouble! Just don't hurt me." Katara sighed. She figured it was best to save her energy and make them think she was some sort of sweet princess. In a few minutes, she would start crying for a glass of water. Since she was sure that she could outlast them in a battle of willpower, they would comply. Then, that's when they would regret ever getting on her bad side.

"Good, I'm glad ya see the light, Cutie! If you had taken a step outside that tent door, well, I would have ended up having to do some very unpleasant things to you." He said, disturbingly casually. "Now, c'mon little lady, please get up offa the floor!" He offered, pulling up a chair from the dining table. "Ya musn't get yerself durty while we wait fer the Boss to show up!"

Katara took the offer awkwardly. 'Well, I guess I might as well try and get some answers while I'm trapped here.' She thought to herself. "So, you guys are being strangely nice to me, you know, besides the whole kidnapping me three hours ago. Who exactly are you guys?" She said in her most adorably curious voice.

"Well," The dirty thief muttered, "By yer terms, we're outlaws of a sort, but we gots our own reazins fer what we do." He paused to take a breath, signifying an upcoming story. "Ya see, Cutie-Pie, we're earth benders. We'z lived in peace all our lives, jus' out here livin' off the land. But, one day, while all us men was out on a huntin' trip, our village was attacked by the Fire Nation!" The man's voice began to shake a bit as he let out an upset wheez. "The soljurs...ransacked the entire village! The monsters! They took away everey sangle pozession we've ever owned! They dun forced us to live out in the forest! Us and our families av been starving fer months! And now, the soljurs are forcing us to work for them! In order teh earn our village back!" He finished, turning his head to let out a sob.

"We've had it rough! All our families be dyin' of sikness an' hunger! There ain't nothin' to eat durin' the Winter. Brong, Me, and the Boss are the only capable men left in our entire village! We're out here bein' put teh work while our families be sufferin'! Tis a fate werse than death'!" He cried now, in thin piteous tears.

Katara actually felt a ping of sadness in her heart for these men. Even the gigantic Brong, was now crying his eyes out too.
"Oh my gosh! That's terrible!" Katara sympathized with the poor man. "But you don't have to sell me for money to get your family back! Me and my friends that I'm travelling with have plenty of money that we would be happy to give you!"

"I'm afraid ye don't understand lass," He said as his face suddenly hardened, "They don't want none of our money. The Fire Nation soljurs are giving the town back to us in exchange for people on their wanted lists. In exchange...for the Avatar."

Katara gasped in horror.

"That's terrible!" She yelled, "You aren't honestly going to obey their demands, are you?"

"Well, missie, I'm afraid we don't have much choice in the matter-" He began, but was suddenly interrupted as a third figure walked through the flap of the tent. Katara turned to see their new guest. He was tall, not as tall as Brong, but about a head taller than Katara. He was dressed in traditional earthbender dress, a dull yellow and green tunic His head was shaved completely bald, as well as no facial hair. However, his eyebrows were turned down over his brown eyes in a terrible scowl.

"Brong! Cidd!" He shouted angrily, "What's going on here? Why is our captive loose?" He said,

"Well, you see Boss-" Cidd, the smaller man, began.

"I don't want to hear your excuses! Either of you!" He shouted, "I have already spoken with the Avatar and he has agreed to meet us here. I want to have this girl all packaged up for his arrival within the hour! And interrogate her too! I want to make sure that the Avatar doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve!"

"Aang isn't like that! He would never abandon someone in need!" Katara shouted at her captor standing straight up out of her seat and staring him in the face.

"Well then, let's just hope that he doesn't run off for ANOTHER hundred years!" He shouted back at her as he shoved her onto the ground. Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the tent, still enraged.

'Geez! He reminds me of Zuko!' Katara thought to herself as she got up and dusted herself off. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.

"Alright, Cutie-Pie, sorry for Boss' behavior, but we need to get this over with." Cidd said, motioning to the wooden chair. "Have a seat, missie. Don't struggle and it'll be much easier on ya!"

"Don't do this, Cidd!" Katara cried out as Brong carried in a bundle of ropes. "You're better than this! I can help you! We're friends!"

"Sweetie, all I did was tell you that you were our bait." Cidd almost laughed, "We ain't no best friends by any means! You're a bargainin' chip, and that's all you is to me. Now, unless you want Brong to get rough with you again, you'll sit yer little fanny down in this chair!"

Not having a choice in the matter, Katara sighed in sadness and sat down in the seat.
"Do your worst." She said blankly.

"Oh, don't you worry, Cutie-Pie. We know you're a waterbender. We's is gonna tie you up so tight, you ain't gonna be able to twitch a finger to bend yer tears!" Cidd grinned, straining a piece of rope in his hands.

Cidd started by grabbing Katara's arms and pulling them tightly up behind her head. He forced Katara's arms into two closed V shapes, making her elbows point towards the ceiling. The awkward position also slightly forced her to arch her back over the chair. Cidd ignored her grunts from the uncomfortable position and continued the cruel bindings. He carefully took a long wooden pole with iron loops at each end, and slid it inside Katara's closed elbows. Brong then held Katara while she squirmed, keeping her still as Cidd tied tight loops around her elbows and the wooden bars, forcing her arms to stay pulled apart above her head. He then bound a small coil of ropes around her wrists, wrapping back around her lower arm, forcing her arms into a sort of frogtie. However, he was not quite finished yet. Taking two short pieces of rope, Cidd bound a tight knot around each of Katara's wrists, leaving a long tail hanging off of each. Then, he pulled the two tails down and tied them tightly to the bottom rungs of the chair Katara was sitting on, making it so that she could no longer sit forward or move her elbows forward. It also worsened the arch that her back was forced into by the tightness of the small ropes Cidd used.

"Like I said," Cidd sighed as he replenished his rope supplies, "We're gonna make sure that you can't bend a thing." He continued Katara's bindings, ignoring her struggles, and kneeled down next to her legs. He grabbed each leg and forced them against their repective chair leg, spreading her legs apart. Then, taking a very long strand of rope, he bound each ankle to the bottom of its respective chair leg. He repeated the process a bit further up her legs, in the middle of her shins, and also just below her knees, attaching them all immovably to the chair legs and keeping them spread wide apart, giving them an easy view up her skirt. A new set of ropes crossed over Katara's lap and beneath her chair seat, forcing her to stay seated.
Cidd continued to move upwards, taking another line of rope and coiling it tightly around Katara's waist, wrapping it around the back of the chair to keep her sitting back. He coiled the bindings around several times, until Katara was covered in ropes to just at her bellybutton. The bandits continued moving up, and began wrapping a rope just below Katara's breasts. After several passes around and some twists in the knots behind her back, they again wrapped the rope around her, this time above her breasts. After it was tied off tightly behind her, Cidd tucked the rope inbetween Katara's breasts, forming an X like shape with the ropes. This bind not only forced her back and shoulders to stay pressed against the back of the chair, it also drew attention to her modest bust.

Cidd and Brong stopped a moment to admire their work. Katara was attempting to wriggle in discomfort as she struggled against her tight bonds, but to no avail. Her arms were bound in an inescapable and painful way, pulled back behind her head and tied to the chair rungs, a spreader bar keeping her elbows spread apart. The ropes' tightness forced Katara to lean back further over the chair, paining her back, in order to keep stress off of her shoulders. Her bosom was bound tightly against the back of the chair, and Katara wasn't sure, but the tight ropes seemed to make her look larger. There were more ropes around her stomach and lap, forcing her into her seat, and finally her legs were spread apart, tied tightly at every major area to the chair legs.

"Uugh!" Katara groaned as she struggled against the rope, "You guys are crazy!" She screamed, "Let me go!"

"Alright, finish her up, Brong." Cidd said with a laugh, completely ignoring her. "Make sure that I don't hear her open that loud mouth of hers for the rest of her time here!" He said as he tossed a small sack to his partner.

Brong responded with a slow and deliberate nod as he caught the bag, "What's...in there?" Katara gulped as she saw Brong fishing through its contents. Brong did not respond, although Katara was not particularly surprised about that. But, with a grunt, he grabbed Katara's hair and yanked. Katara screeched as her head was forced back to look up at the ceiling. Brong took advantage of Katara's shock and grabbed a handfull of cloths from his sack. Before she had time to close her mouth, he had stuffed in the handful into her mouth, filling it to the brim with dirty wadded rags. Katara would have tried to spit out the rags, but Brong's other hand never let go of her hair, keeping her head from leaning back up.

"Mmmnng!" Katara mumbled as Brong took care to tuck in all of the frayed extra cloth back into her mouth. Still holding Katara's hair in one hand, he gave a nod over to Cidd.

"Gotcha." Cidd replied. He took what resembled a long old scarf and pulled it tightly between Katara's teeth. The scarf was long enough to wrap around her lips twice before he knotted it off behind her head.

"Mmmmmnnhh!" She garbled as the gagging continued.
Cidd pulled out a few more materials from the bag! While the gigantic Brong held Katara's head and her gag packing in place, Cidd approached her slowly. He took a large roll of adhesive medical bandaging and smeared an anchoring piece on over Katara's cloth-gagged lips, then wrapped the entire roll of bandages over her mouth. After countless turns around Katara's head, the roll ran out. Cidd spent about a minute smoothing the sticky material out over Katara's cheeks and her lips, making sure that it was plastered tightly over the gags, ensuring that she would stay silent.

Cidd pulled the finishing touches out of his gag-bag.

"Nmm Mnn! Nmm Mnn!" Katara cried out, seeing that they still were not done! She screamed, trying to shake her head "no", but of course the two bandits paid no attention to her. Cidd continued gagging her, taking a wide sheet of cloth and folding it over itself like a panel of cloth. He then wrapped the material over Katara's cleave-gag, muting her pleas further.

"There!" He exhaled, dusting his hands off as Katara squirmed in her tight bonds, unable to lift a muscle from the chair she was bound to. Even her cries of anger and sadness had been reduced to soft mmphs by the layers of cloth over her mouth. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it, Cutie-Pie?" He mocked her. Katara did not respond to him, she knew he was trying to get her angry. She was more intent on how on earth she could escape from such relentlessly tight bondage! She could not feel a single appendage of her body that was not bound in place some way or another! "Alright, Brong, let's leave her to squirm for a little while. The Boss is gonna come in in a while and interrogate her. Make sure our plans are fool-proof. You know he's good at that kind of stuff!" Cidd laughed as he and Brong walked out the tent flap, leaving Katara alone in the semi-darkness.

"MMNNNNN! HMMPPPHH!!!!" She shouted after them, wiggling in fury, knowing it was pointless. 'Geez! Does this guy know how to tie knots!' She thought to herself as the arch in her back began to get uncomfortable from the strain on her arms and elbows. 'Thank La that I'm flexible! Because I have a feeling that I'll be stuck here for a good while'. She sighed sadly to herself as she awaited the return of her captors.

***one hour later***

The tent flap opened, letting a quick burst of light into the room, drawing Katara out of her trance. One hour had passed by so slowly in that painful pose! It felt more like ten! Katara's eyes flicked over to who had just walked into the tent. She recognized a muscular man with a bald head. It was the guy they all just referred to as "Boss".

"Alright Katara," The Boss said casually as he strolled over to her. "We're going to go through a simple exercise here. I'm going to ask you some questions about the Avatar, and you're going to answer them. Blink once and it means yes, Blink twice and it means no. Got it? You'd better, because I'm not a patient man." He said sternly as he casually stomped the ground, letting a large bowling ball sized stone float into his hand.

"Question number one, is the Avatar a selfless person? The kind of person who would go to any lengths to save you?" Katara thought about the question. She blushed a bit, thinking of Aang storming into the camp, going to any length to rescue her. But, she didn't have time to fantasize. Now was serious. What would the Boss want to learn from this question?
He wanted to see if Aang really was the kind of person who would trade himself for her. Katara couldn't afford to give Boss any information. She stared at him, unblinking, refusing to answer his question.

"Holding your tongue, eh? I'll go ahead and give you a warning to watch what you do to disrespect me." Boss said casually as he began chopping off edges from the orb of stone in his hand. "Question number two, is the Avatar bold or daring? Would they be willing to try some sort of risky plan to rescue you?"

Once again, Katara refused to answer. She simply stared at the Boss with cold angry eyes.

"That's two strikes, Katara." Boss muttered, shaking his head. "I don't think you realize what you're doing." He said as he continued shaving down the boulder in his palm.
"Question three, is the Avatar arrogant or self-absorbed. Do you even think that she will even bother coming to save you?"

'Wait a minute...' Katara thought to herself 'If' SHE would bother coming to save me?' Katara was confused. 'I must have misheard him."

"Time's up, Katara. That's three strikes!" The Boss mused, shaking his head as he finished sharpening his boulder. It was now a perfectly shaped and deadly sharp dagger. "Time to get to the tough interrogating! No more mister nice guy." He said as he placed the dagger against Katara's waist letting her feel the cold stone as he slowly paced around her. Of course, he was careful to avoid putting the knife too close to her ropes. "Since you won't answer my questions, I must resort to a form of persuasion." He said, gripping the fabric of her skirt. "For every question of mine that you do not answer," Boss grunted, "You lose a piece of clothing!" With a sudden jerk of Katara's skirt, the fabric tore in half and flew off of her skin, exposing very small pair of light blue panties, which bore the same Water Tribe insignia as her necklace.

"MNNNN!!!" Katara wailed through the countless layers of wadded packaging and adhesice as her face shot up in a vivid cherry red. She tried to pull her legs together to hide her underwear, but they were fastened immovably to the chair legs! She closed tightly her eyes and let out a groan as the Boss continued to circle around her.

"Very nice, Katara! Very nice!" He laughed, mocking her as he hooked his finger into the spandex around her waist. Katara gasped in shock from the sudden sting and the *snap* noise behind her.

"Mnnn! Phmmggh!!!!" Katara moaned as her face grew hotter by the second.

"Now, that you see where I'm coming from," Boss said slowly, sounding more intense than ever, "Answer my questions about the Avatar!" he demanded, grabbing Katara by the collar of her shirt. "Does the Avatar care about the civilians? About slaves and captives of the Fire Nation?!"

Katara knew what was coming, but she also knew that she couldn't afford to give away any information that might lead to Aang's harm! "Mmmmm...." She groaned, half in shame half in anger, as she watched her interrogater's knife slowly approach her bosom.

"Alright, you asked for it." Boss said casually as he carefully slid the razor sharp knife through her shirt material and traced it down her stomach, avoiding the areas covered by ropes. Then, he grabbed her shirt on the collar and tore it down the middle, exposing a bright blue brassiere, matching her panties, as they were also marked with her Water insignia on each breast.

Katara squeezed her eyes shut while her blushing suddenly shot back through the roof. She was tightly bound and gagged, kidnapped by outlaws, and stripped down to her underwear in public sight! What else could possibly happen to her?! She thought all these things to herself as she felt the cold blade trace across her bare skin, and the ropes grow even tighter as the Boss pulled the knots further. However, she knew the answer to that question, much to her regret.

"Still nothing, huh? Fine. You give me no choice." Katara cringed as she felt the blade of the knife slide between her cleavage and begin pressuring her brastrap. Her eyes squeezed shut more tightly than ever as tears began to roll down and her face turned redder than a balloon. The strap was giving way.

The buttons began to snap. At that very moment, the tent door flung itself open and a gigantic ray of sunlight flooded the tent. The sudden action stopped the knife in its tracks an instant before it popped her underwear materials! Cidd came sprinting into the room, panting for air.
"It's the Avatar!!! She's here!!!" He shouted in excitement, and a tinge of fear.

'She?!' Katara thought to herself again as she felt the knife slip out from between her cleavage. 'Now I KNOW I didn't mishear that. What's going on?' She thought to herself as the Boss stood up and turned away from her.

"Is everything prepared?" He said to Cidd, almost as if it were an order.

"Yes, it's all just as yeh planned." He said with a smirk.

"Excellent. Great job, Cidd. The town'll be ours again soon." He said, walking past him with a pat on the shoulder, heading towards the tent entrance. "And bring our little guest out here too. It's time for the exchange." He smirked as he stepped through the tent opening and into the bright day.

With a heave, Cidd, lifted Katara, chair and all, and quickly followed the Boss, through to the outside. At first when the sunlight hit her face, Katara throught it was a dream, some sort of spasm of her imagination, but as she felt it warming her skin, she knew that it was real. She was in a small campsite, but not tiny. There were three tents pitched all around her, all dull yellow in color, like the one she had been kept in all day. There was also a smoldering fire in the center of the campsite.

"Alright Avatar, just like we discussed. It's her for you." Katara heard the Boss' voice say just as she was set down on the ground. She turned her head to watch the events.

"Very well then." Katara heard a young feminine voice respond! With a jolt, Katara turned her head to see Toph, standing in front of her captors with a blue arrow painted on her forehead and down wrists! Aang was standing off to the side, wearing his red bandanna and black hair, covering up his tattoo. He had a cloth tied over his eyes and he was trying to look as Earthbender-like as possible. The cloth prevented him from seeing, but he could hear everything just fine. Sokka was standing on Toph's other side, dressed the same as usual. He had nothing to hide.
"I am Avatar Aang." Toph said proudly, "These are my associates, Toph, the blind earthbender," She said pointing to Aang, "And Sokka." She said, pointing to her other side. "They will be here to guide Katara back to our camp, and that is all." Toph and Boss seemed to stare each other down for a moment. Katara could tell that Toph was wearing a pair of color contacts, which is why the men couldn't tell that she was blind.

"Very well then, let us trade." Boss declared. "Brong? Will you please do the honors?" He motioned to Katara. Without a word, the gorilla of a man grabbed Katara's chair in one hand, and lazily lifted her off of the ground and set her down next to Aang.

Without a word, Toph then stepped up next to Brong. He closed a hand around her shoulder, clenching her in what could have been a death grip. Toph grimaced in a bit of pain as they trudged into a tent on the far side of where Katara had been held.
"Don't forget, she can bend every element. Keep her completely restrained!" Boss whispered to Brong as he walked by. He acknowledged with a nod.
"Don't worry guys, I'll be okay!" She called back as the tent door closed behind her.

"Then our work here is done. Good day to you." The Boss said with a bow as he and Cidd turned and followed into the tent Toph had just been taken to.

As soon as they were gone, Aang and Sokka leapt to Katara's side.
"MMNNNPPHHHH!! HMMMGGG!!!" She cried, tears running down her face as Aang began unwrapping the adhesive bandages from her lips and Sokka began cutting through her ropes with his sword. After several minutes, they finally freed her. Katara would have a crick in her back from her position for the next day, but other than that she was fine.

"BLECK!!" Katara coughed as she spat out the old dirty rags, soaked in her saliva. It would take days for the bulge in her cheeks to go back to normal from being stuffed so full!
"Aang!" She cried, throwing her arms around him in a huge hug. "Thank you so much for saving me!" Aang, however, was frozen solid. His face was bright red and his body was stuck in a stick looking pose. He had still been in 'Toph' uniform, and had only just then taken off his blindfold. "Oops!" Katara gasped, suddenly realizing that she was in her underwear.

"Here, Katara." Sokka said, offering her a fresh blue and white water tribe robe. Katara put it on without hesitation.

"Thanks, Sokka." She said, hugging him as well.

Katara turned around to the group. " This is bad, guys. I was really scared in there. As you could see, they did some cruel things to me in there. I don't even want to imagine what they'll do to Toph thinking that she's the Avatar! Please tell me that you've got a plan!" Katara shouted.

"Don't worry, Katara." Aang said soothingly, "We already have a plan. We're going to wait until nightfall, when the Firebenders come to pick up 'The Avatar'. When the trade is about to be made, we swoop in, free Toph, defeat the Soldiers, and get the mens' village back. We kill two birds with one stone by waiting out the day."

"Are you sure Toph will be okay with that?" Katara asked worriedly. She had been there for only an hour and it felt like a day. She didn't even want to imagine several!

"Oh yeah, it was her idea!" Aang explained, "Originally, Sokka volunteered to be the bait, but Toph thought it would be better for her to go, since she's not as much of a wimp as he is." He finished with a grin.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Sokka interrupted, "You know very well that is NOT what happened!"

"Alright, alright, guys." Katara mediated. "We need to get some rest. It will be a few hours before the firebenders arrive, and we'll want to get well hidden." The others agreed and they rushed off into the nearby woods.

****Five Hours Later****



Cidd, Brong, and Boss sat warily around a now burning bonfire. They were waiting for something. However, they were all unaware of the three sets of eyes, steadily watching them just a few dozen yards into the forest behind them. As if destiny herself had timed it, a group of torches suddenly became visible a little bit up the path. In just a minute or two, the entire platoon of soldiers was there, numbering twenty altogether. One leader stepped forward from the others and engaged in conversation with Boss.

"We received your message, young one." The Firebender boomed. "We are very impressed."

"So, you'll release our village from captivity?" Boss asked, waiting to hear the blessed words himself.

"Of course! Why, when we got word of your achievement, we immediately unlocked the village's barricade and made our way here with all your possessions! The FireLord will reward us richly for such a find!" The Leader proclaimed.

The three hiding in the woods heard it. "Did you hear that? They've released the village!" Aang whispered. "That's your queue, Sokka!"
"Gotcha!" He whispered back, and slowly crawled his way, through the shadows of night, towards the tent they were holding Toph in.

"Alright Aang, ready?" Katara smiled, opening her water flask. He returned the smile with a nod. "Alright then, let's do this!" The two launched themselves out of the woods and into the campsite, Aang crushing the first soldier with a boulder, while Katara froze one inside a block of ice. Instinctively, the Firebenders began shooting fireballs in all directions amidst the chaos. Aang and Katara continued fighting the soldiers, creating a distraction for Sokka, who had just snuck into Toph's tent.


It was nearly pitch black in the tent, as it was night time and no lanterns were lit.
"Toph!" He whispered as he carefully crept through the dark room. "Toph, can you hear me?!" There was no response. He couldn't see a thing in this dark room! Sokka began crawling around on his hands and knees on the floor, trying to find Toph. She was probably unconscious. After a minute or so of searching, his hand suddenly landed on cloth material. He felt it with both hands, examining it. He gasped, "Oh geez, these are Toph's clothes! At least I don't feel her underwear here!" Sokka almost sighed in relief.

He continued patting the floor and calling out her name, ignoring the sounds of raging battle outside. Five minutes of looking and still nothing! "What is this? We know that they never moved tents!" He pondered for a second. "I know, I'll light a lantern!" He said, grabbing a matchbook from his pocket. He stood up to where he saw the fixture hanging from the rafters and reached out for it. However, he was shocked when he did not feel cold metal, but something much odder! Sokka began patting the object, trying to figure out what it was.

After a few seconds of the patting, Sokka heard a strange noise. Like a sort of whimpering or gurgling sound. Suddenly, the object he was feeling began to wiggle! Sokka gasped, "TOPH!"

Without hesitation, he lit a match and ran to a different lantern fixture, allowing light to flood into the room. "Geez, Toph! They seriously did a number on you!" Sokka exclaimed, startled by what he saw.

Thinking that Toph was the Avatar, they needed to ensure that she could not bend any of the elements, and that's exactly what they did! The first thing they did was strip Toph down to a dark green undershirt and panties. Toph 's legs were folded closed and tied in a tight frogtie to keep them that way. Ropes were then wrapped around both of her thighs, as well as her calves, her ankles, and even her big toes, binding her legs together and ensuring they couldn't seperate. Her arms were pulled back behind her, so that her elbows were touching one another. They were then tightly bound to ensure they would not seperate a bit, as were her wrists. There was a labrynth of ropes wrapping around, above, and below her chest, keeping her arms trapped behind her back. To keep Toph from wiggling too much, a very short taught line of rope connected her ankles to her wrists, holding her in a tight hogtie. Her hands were behind her back and pressed palm to palm, wrapped up tightly in the same adhesive tape they had used to gag Katara. Sokka continued to examine her bonds as she struggled and mmphed weakly. To prevent proper Airbending, they had taken small pieces of material and plugged her nose with it. Of course, to keep her alive, She had been gagged with what looked like a wiffle-ball, which allowed airflow, although a large amount of drool had gathered around Toph's lips from angry shouting during her first few hours of captivity. A small rope had been tied from the straps of her gag to the knots on her back, forcing her head to constantly title backwards.
As Sokka continued examining Toph, he noticed that her ears had been plugged, which is why she had only responded to Sokka's touch. To top it all off, she was blindfolded and suspended several feet above the ground.

"Mmmnngghhgnn!!" Toph garbled through her gag as she realized that someone was there! She wiggled furiously in her bonds, obviously trying to bend, although that didn't do much of anything at all.

"Don't worry, Toph! It's me!" Sokka whispered, taking the plug out of her ear and rubbing her back to soothe her.

"Mmmnnnphhhgggm!" He took out his sword and gently began sawing away at her bindings as the sounds of battle slowly died away outside. "It's alright now, Toph. You're safe, and we won." Toph began to breathe much less heavily after that through her holed ball-gag.

****Later That Night****



"We can't thank you enough for all that you did for us, Avatar!" The Boss exclaimed, shaking his hand vigorously.

"Yeh, Avatar! Ya truly got us out of a bind der!" Cidd praised, "Who knows what other terrible things we woulda done without yer help!"

Brong, as always, remained silent, although his eyes were welling with tears.
"We're so sorry we had to do that! Please keep in mind that we did it for our families! We have no quarrell against the Great Aang!" The Boss said with a bow of appreciation.

Amidst all the commotion, Cidd walked up over to Aang. "So, okay....you sure ya ain't a girl?" He whispered, quite seriously.

"Umm, yeah! Pretty sure!" Aang responded happily. "I guess we were lucky that out here in the wilderness, you guys don't hear much news. We were hoping that you didn't really know the specifics of The Avatar. And we were lucky as anything!"

Cidd smacked his head in shame. "So yer seriously the Avitar?" He asked sheepishly, as if to double check that he was not getting tricked.

"Yep! I seriously am!" He concluded.

As Aang said that, he watched Cidd droop down and slowly approach Katara and Toph. Aang heard them muttering, and then the three embraced, although Toph looked as if she still wanted to drop a boulder on his head. After about an hour of more conversation, the two groups prepared to leave.
"Safe travels, Avatar!" Boss said with a wave and a smile.

"Oh, don't worry about me!" Aang said simply. "I'm not the one who will be having to deal with rope burns for the rest of the week." He said loudly, motioning towards Toph and Katara. The two of them heard this, both turning around and glaring at Aang, faces turning bright red.

"Oh yeah, girls." Sokka intercepted the glares. "You both would be screwed right now if it weren't for us guys! Right, Aang?" He said with a high five.

"Shut up, Sokka! We both know I could have escaped whenever I felt like it!" Toph screamed.

"Mmhmm. Yeah, sure Toph." Sokka mocked her, stretching his arms in the air and closing his eyes. Without a word, Toph stomped on the ground beneath her. A few seconds later, a large pit opened up just where Sokka's foot was about to land.

"I hate you so much." He said with a glare as he fell face forward into the ditch, the entire group holding back laughter.

The next story is coming along quickly enough. (Sorry about the wait. I've been inhumanly busy) Just for the record, it IS another Avatar story, and I'll probably disclose the name of the damsel soon.

Just for the record, I am still up for requests and ideas for different bindings. (However, if you send me a tie idea, note me, so that it doesn't ruin it for the readers)

And I will be better at responding to requests this time.

Just an FYI, my next journal will contain the next story, so keep your eyes open. Sorry if this one got your hopes up.

My computer gayness isn't letting me post new deviations, although I have a story written up. Therefore, I will be posting my stories in journals in order to "beat the system".

This particular story is a request by Sorcerer1234 that I granted for being so brilliant. So, without further ado: My story (I hope this works!)

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Azula's Lesson

The two members of the Fire Kingdom royal family stood together in the great hallway of the palace. It had been mere hours since the invasion of the Fire Nation had been repelled and Princess Azula, the country's defensive commander, was giving the report to her father Ozai. The day had not gone according to plan for Azula so far, but she never passed up on oppurtunity to gloat on her success, regardless of inital plans.

"The invasion has been succesfully fended off." Princess Azula reported to her father as she kneeled before him.Ozai sat in his royal throne, listening intently to Azula's story of the country's defense. The Fire Lord silently chuckled as he noticed Azula was careful to annunciate each individual detail of her success, often bending the truth (baddum-ching!) for the sake of impression. He had lost a great deal of trust in Azula recently, and only recently did he realize how often she had to worm her way into the spotlight. She had been so used to being the star as a child, she naturally turned every detail of the story into nothing short of an autobiography.

Ozai listened to the princess tell her tale of the great battle, silently cursing himself for allowing himself to believe her for so long after she lied about the Avatar's death. How could he know that anything that she was saying could be true? If anything she has ever said could be true? All of these thoughts battled in Ozai's mind as Azula continued her extravagant tale. Of course the story took a full ten minutes longer for Azula to tell him than it would have had it been in its original form, but Ozai seemed to buy every word of it.
"And that is exactly how we single-handedly defeated the invading forces." The Princess finished with a bow of her head and a self-satisfied smirk.

"That's a very impressive story, my daughter!" Ozai mused, a nigh untraceable hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Thank you for informing me, it is good to know that I have at least one person that I can trust here." He said, staring at her relentlessly. "You've never given me anything short of the truth, and you do not realize how much I value that." He continued in a somewhat condescending voice, as he watched Azula begin to tense up nervously. Although he couldn't see her eyes, he was sure that she was panicing.

Azula felt like a bottomless pit just opened in the pit of her gut as her father continued on and on about her trustworthiness. What was he getting at? The pit in her stomach seemed to widen as every sentence left Ozai's mouth. His voice was getting more and more mocking.
"Um, thank you father..." She stuttered nervously, "Yes, I..uh... I made sure that they won't be showing their faces back here again!" She tensed up waited for a response.

The instant she finished her statement, a strange fell upon Ozai. "That's right, I'm sure that I'm never going to see them again. Just like I never saw the Avatar again, eh?" He spat.

"But, Father!" Azula argued, "You and I both know that the Avatar's survival was that failure Zuko's fau-" she was cut off by a thunderous sound, Ozai slamming his fists down upon the arms of his throne, causing a gigantic jet of flames erupt around him for a moment. Azula shrunk to the ground, not daring to speak again.

"Azula, your brother informed me of your lies and treachery long ago." The Fire Lord growled. "You are a leader of this country, one of the most influential people in the entire world, and yet you hide behind other people to take the blame for your mistakes."

"B-but father, I-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" He shouted at her as she cringed in fear. "You have been lying to me for who knows how long now? Your web of deceit has probably influenced every single soldier in my army! How many men have I sentenced to death in your stead, because of some mistake that you claim they made? How many times have you secretly twisted my arm with your lies to get what you wanted?" He paused a moment on his tyrade, tensing in fury. He did not even realize it, but his voice had steadily risen to a deafening shout, and he was gripping the arms of his chair as if he were trying to crush them.

"Father-"

"You will learn to respect your authorities, daughter." Ozai growled at her furiously. "I will now do what I should have done a long time ago and teach you some respect." He said, rising from his chair. "In my eyes, even Zuko is more trustworthy than you are. Until you have learned your lesson." He hissed coldly as he stepped up to her. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he lifted Azula to her feet as if she were a ragdoll. "Come with me. I already have your punishment planned out for you. We are going on a little trip to see Daipha, the Royal Interrogator." He smirked as he dragged Azula down the long hallway, a look of terror in Azula's eyes. That was her old RopeMaster. The best in all of the Fire Kingdom.


"Father, don't do this!" Azula shouted as they approached the doors to the interrogation dungeon. She was now past her fear and had become enraged at the turn of events. Zuko had made a fool out of her! Her precious plan! Ruined! "You are making a big mistake, Father! Release me!" She winced in regret the instant the command left her lips.

"No!" He said as he smashed the door open, revealing Daipha the ropemaster already waiting inside the room. "As Daipha will soon show you, it was YOU who made the mistake! First you deceive me, and now you try and order me as if I were a pawn in your scheme?! No, you will pay for what you have done, Azula. You may be princess, but I am the Fire Lord. You cannot sweet talk yourself out of this one. This is a direct command from the Fire Lord himself. You will endure your punishment for exactly twenty-four hours. Once that time is up, all is forgiven and you are welcomed back as a princess once more. But until then, Daipha here is your superior." He finished, throwing Azula to the ground at Daipha's feet and crossing his arms.

Azula turned her head and took a quick look around the room. It was almost unorthodox for an interrogation facility. It was a very large room, much more spacious than she had expected. It was surprisingly well lit, with a lantern burning in each corner of the room, and one large one in the center. She noticed that the floor was completely made of a vibrant red stone that reflected light very easily, making the room look even brighter. Azula supposed that it had to be well lit for Daipha to do his job efficiently. This was his workspace after all.
" So," Azula sighed angrily, "What exactly are you going to do with me for the next day?"

"Well," Daipha responded, "Your father and I both agreed that the one thing that you can't stand, more than anything else, is not being in control. So, my young pupil, we decided that the most effective punishment would be to do the exact opposite of that to you. You will be bound and gagged as a maximum level security prisoner would be and be put under the same conditions that we would put them through. Pretty straightforward, really."

They couldn't have hit the nail more on the head. That was the one thing Azula hated most, being helpless. She had never been helpless in her entire life! In fact, she always prefered being the one that made other people helpless, but it never went the other way around! She was going to hate this, but it was the only way to reinstate her trustworthiness with her father.
"Well," she grumbled, "The sooner we start the sooner we finish..."

Ozai stepped back into a corner of the room and watched silently as Azula rose to her feet, an ugly grimace on her face, and approached Daipha. "I see you waste no time whatsoever getting to the heart of the matter. Nothing's changed since a year ago, has it?" Her old teacher chuckled. Azula did not respond to the comment. She had always hated Daipha. He was in his late twenties and already had an ego the size of Ba Sing Se. He had short brown hair that he let grow out however it wished and was in the process of forming a beard, although it was in an early scruff phase. He did not dress like a high-ranking military official, which Azula considered insulting. He wore the clothing of the traditional Fire Nation soldier minus the helmet and facemask. Daipha's character was nothing to brag about either. He was an overpresuming and obnoxious twit, one of the most intrusive and pompous men she ever met. But, regardless of his character flaws, he was good at torture. Probably one of the best in the world. And that, combined with his attitude, is what made her fear him.

"Oh, and my Lord!" Daipha said, crossing his arm over his chest in a salute, "If you would be so kind as to leave the room I would be ever so grateful. You see, there are certain techniques that I feel that I must keep secret from any and all peoples, even my superiors, if he is gracious to his willing and loyal subject." Ozai, oblivious to the brown-nosing, nodded his head.

"Very well, then." He said as turned and opened up the door, a small squadron of fire soldiers awaiting in a kneel outside the door. "I respect your privacy, Daipha." He said as he stepped into the group of bodyguards, "And I know you will take...good care of my daughter. I will lock the door to enusure your privacy." And with that, Ozai stepped out.

*SLAM*
*CLICK*
"Shall we begin, princess?"
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Azula stood in the center of the room, Daipha circling around her like a hawk, examining her every detail. "Raise your arms above your head." He commanded. Azula let out an angry sigh and did as he asked, lifting her arms into the air. "Hmmm, very well. Now, touch your toes." Still perplexed, and very annoyed, Azula complied, bending down and touching her toes with ease.

"Are you done yet?" Azula mocked as he continued to circle around her. Daipha didn't answer the question, only continued studying her. After a few minutes of his examination, and several more strange poses for Azula, he finished.

"Alright then. Your clothes, off with them." He ordered with a flick of his wrist. Azula was stunned.
"Excuse me, you sludge-bathing peasant, did you just tell me to-"
"Yes, I most certainly did. Remember what your father said. For the next day, I am your commanding officer. Now do as I say!"

With an unintelligable grunt, Azula reached back and unfastened her armor, lifiting it from her shoulders. She halted for a moment as she unbuttoned her shirt, growled a stream of foul language, and continued. When she had finished, she tossed her shirt to the side of the room and glared at Daipha, wishing she could firebend from her eyes. Daipha came closer and examined Azula's bra. It was a light shade of red, and skimpy to say the most. Obviously for show, it was tiny, hugging her tightly, and enlarging her cleavage, giving Azula a more developed look. It was on very tight and the straps squeezed over her shoulders tightly.

"That's much better!" Daipha exclaimed. "It would be much too difficult to do this with all those bulky clothes on!" He explained with a smirk as he stepped back and took another look at her, as Azula struggled to hold back a lightningbolt.
"Hmm, it's still not enough..." He mused, "Pants too."

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Azula complained, "You're just a nasty pervert!"

"A nasty pervert who gets to decide whether or not you are entitled to remain princess." Daipha countered. The two stared each other down for nigh on a minute, neither one making a move or breaking eye contact.
".......Fine..." Azula grumbled, "Have it your way.... sicko." She said, snapping the buttons off of her pants and allowing them to loosely roll down to her ankles. Mockingly, she turned in a full circle for him to see. She was wearing her usual underwear, although it was unusual for the everyday firebender woman. It was light red, matching her bra, and it was nearly identical in its features. Her panties were a bit tight, hugging her curves a bit moreso than most underwear does. And it took every opportunity it could to look skimpy, the waistband looked like a shoestring as it wound around her hips, and had virtually no material on the sides of her thighs.

"A good choice, my dear!" Daipha giggled, rubbing his hands together. "Won't this be so much easier without all that baggy clothing weighing you down?" Azula just ignored him and imagined that he was in unspeakable amounts of pain. Daipha walked up straight into her face. "Alright, now that we've gotten all of that out of the way, how about we start the real fun?"

Azula looked at him coldly. "Alright, Scruffy, let's see what you and that pathetic ingrown beard of yours can do to break the will of a Fire Princess." She challenged.

"Oh-ho! I love a good challenge!" Daipha chuckled, "Now, it's time for me to get to work!" He said as he pulled a long coil of rope out from seemingly nowhere. "Put your hands behind your back." He ordered.

Azula hesitated at first, her first reflex was to descintigrate him for giving her an order, but her honor was at stake here, she would have to obey him. With a solemn face and without a word, she complied. Azula unobligingly placed her arms against each other behind her back.
"No, no, no!" Daipha complained, "That's far too easy! Try it like this." He said as he grabbed Azula's arms. With a mighty tug he pulled Azula's arms up at an angle, crossing them in an X just beneath her shoulders. Azula winced in displeasure as she felt ropes cross inside her arms, fastening her wrists together in an immovable knot, forcing her arms to remain in the uncomfortable X position. She grunted in pain as her body attempted to adjust to the uncomfortable position.

"What's the matter, Azula? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Daipha laughed as he pulled out several new coils of rope. Azula hated being tormented by this creep. It was humiliating! What could he possibly do next? Daipha seemed to answer this question as he slowly crept up behind her with the new rope.

"Here's something I think you will enjoy." Daipha snickered as he measured off some rope and tossed it over in front of Azula. After a tug or two, the rope became taught around her body, pulling tightly above the Fire Princess' breasts. Azula gasped in embarrassment and shock as the ropes suddenly snapped to tightness around her chest. Daipha repeated this process, only he passed the rope down beneath Azula's breasts, pulling the knots and ropes tighter with every turn, causing Azula to gasp as the ropes tightly squeezed her chest. Once Daipha had made a tight binding above and below her breasts, he then looped the ropes between her now compacted breasts. The combination of the ropes and the armties forced Azula to stand with her torso in an awkward jutting position, which drew immediate attention to her chest. Daipha repeated this binding process a few more times, around, ensuring that all the ropes were as tight as possible. Once he was done, he had created a flawless chest harness, that both exposed Azula embarrassingly, and kept her arms useless, tightly clinched behind her back.

"Uuunf!" Azula grunted as she wiggled in her bonds. No matter how hard she tried to move her arms, all that came out was a swinging motion of her torso that only brought more attention to her breasts. "You're a sick man, you know that?" Azula barked as she continued to wriggle in her tight captivity.

"Proud of it, Azula." Daipha snickered. "But don't think that we're done here. We've only just begun!" He said as he lifted up his arms into the air. Both arms were covered with huge coils of rope from wrist to shoulder, obviously meant for the Princess. Azula's face went blank with shock.

"Oh God..." She sighed in angst as he approached her once more. He started fiddling with something on her shoulder, but she couldn't see what he was doing. He was tampering with one of the ropes going over her shoulder on her chest harness, but she didn't know what he was doing! Her quiestion was answered a minute later, after he finished tampering with the other side of her shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" Azula shouted as Daipha looped two coils of rope through a special knot he had made on her shoulders, one coil on each side. Her captor didn't respond. He continued working the knot, eventually pulling out two long tail of rope, each several yards in length, welding them through the knots in a complicated weave, then pulling them back out, leaving two very long lines of rope leading from Azula's shoulders and trailing off behind her.

"Shut your mouth, 'rincess'." Daipha scoffed the last word mockingly as he turned to look her in the eyes, pointing his index finger in her face. "You have no right to question your superiors in their actions." He growled, as he fetched two more piles of rope.

"WHHAAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!!" Azula screeched in fury. Out of habit she tried to thrust her arms forward to launch a jet of flame into the man's face, but her arms were bound unyieldingly to her back. Her attempt to firebend only caused a wrenching motion and a grunt to escape her lips as her torso swung side to side, causing Azula's breasts to bounce slightly. She couldn't belieive it! Her arms wouldn't even budge. It was barely an option to even struggle the bindings were so strong! "Uuggh!" Azula grunted in defeat. 'I swear that I'm gonna kill this man within the hour of my release!' She thought enraged as she plotted the many different forms of possible execution.

"I know I'm interrupting your fantasies, Azula, but I need to follow my orders, and for me to do that, you're gonna follow mine." Daipha said sternly, although not as angrily as a moment ago. Daipha knelt to the ground next to her, wielding more ropes.
"I'm gonna keep this nice and simple for you." He said as he wrapped the rope around Azula's right ankle. He wound it around her bare right ankle for several passes. After a few passes around, the Imperial Bondagemaster knotted the bindings off, leaving another suspiciously long tail of rope leading off behind Azula, which he then tied loosley to an iron loop in the floor, in order to keep her in place.

"Hey, stupid, it's not going to work if you keep my legs seperate!" Azula mocked Daipha's mistake by not tying her ankles together. "It's standard technique! I can't believe my father ever hired you!" She continued mocking him, hoping to get an angry response, but Daipha remained unrattled.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Azula, I know what I'm doing! I'm just keeping you in place for now, these aren't permantent." Daipha responded, patting the princess on the head. Surely enough, the man bent down next to Azula's other ankle and tied it identically, leaving a long trail of rope binding to a metal loop on the floor, but leaving her legs completely unattached. "Aah, now we are just about finished here." Daipha sighed as he inspected his work once more.

"You're done?" Azula scoffed, "Wow, you're either a total fake, or completely overconfident in your work." She taunted him, "I'd expect the children in firebending preschool to do a better job than this!"

"Oooh, so you're saying that you would expect to be captured by firebending preschoolers, eh?" Daipha countered, smiling as he watched Azula's teeth grit.
"Well, worry not, I said that I was almost done, not completely done." He said as he picked up one last loop of rope. "And believe it or not, I was going to leave this out originally, but I've changed my mind. I think calling me an amateur deserves punishment." Daipha threatened as he passed the loop around Azula's waist.

"What on earth are you doing now?!" She complained as he tied the rope into a tight belt around her waist, pressing ridges into her skin from its tightness. Without a word, Daipha passed a line of rope through the belt at the front of Azula's waist, tying a solid knot just above Azula's pantyline. Then, taking the tail that was left, Daipha passed the rope between Azula's legs and pulled it through tightly on the other side. WHAT IS THIS??!" Azula exploded, flailing her torso about in the only way of complaining she could manage. Daipha gave the rope a hard tug to make sure the crotchrope was good and tight, and judging by the murderous howl Azula let out, it was. Satisfied, Daipha tied the knot to the belt behind his prisoner, locking the crotchrope in place for the next twenty-four hours. However, just as he had with all the other bindings, Daipha left a very long trail of rope hang off and lay behind Azula.

"Why, you filthy peasant!" Azula shouted as she realized what that knot was, her face suddenly burning cherry red, "How dare you do this to me you maggot-ridden, swine-feeding, slop-covered, son of a platypus-bear?! I" She continued her vicious stream of profanity. "Why, when I get out of this and my status is restored, I will ensure that you are exe-hmm!" She was cut off by Daipha's hand, slapping tightly over her mouth. There was something in it! A wadded up cloth! Azula struggled as the large ball of rags wormed its way behind her teeth, deep into her mouth, held in place by her captor's hand.
"GMMHHMM!!" She grumbled.

"Now listen up, princess, I'm done with your rebellious attitude." Daipha warned, "Now, for the rest of your time here, and you're not gonna complain a word, got it?" He explained, clutching Azula's face even tighter. Azula didn't respond. "Because, trust me, there are some serious consequences lined up for any further disobedience, understand?" He finished, clutching her face tightly. There was a period of silence where war was waging inside Azula's head. She had always been in control! That's how it always went! But now...now it was different. She didn't have a choice anymore.

Azula let out a long moan through her gag. "Mmhm." She nodded her head, indicating she would obey.
Daipha's hand never left her mouth, although Azula could tell he was fishing around in his pocket for something. After a moment or two, Daipha lifted his hand to show a second wad of cloth. Before the princess could complain, he shoved the second cloth into her mouth next to the first, filling it to the brim with packing. Azula's cheeks were at a bulge from the stuffing, and her lips could barely close, but she had a feeling that Daipha wasn't done. She was correct. Daipha's had left her mouth for a second, leaving Azula capable of pushing out the wadding. However, her excitement was short-lived, because he returned before she could shove it out with her tongue, and with more things in his hands. Before any response could be made, a thick white cloth was pulled between her lips, forcing the gagging materials to stay in her mouth and muffle her speech. The cloth was quickly tightened to the point where it was biting into the sides of Azula's lips, then knotted off behind her head.

"MMMMM!!" Azula whined as she shook her head furiously in protest, hoping to shake the gag loose, but it was simply on too tight! The knot was tied solidly and the cloth was immovably tight.
While Azula was still complaining about her cleave-gag, Daipha got back to work. He could now move around more freely, since he did not have to hold the cloths inside his captive's mouth anymore. He walked back to his equipment bag, fished something out, and returned before she had stopped screaming.
Azula heard an odd ripping sound, accompanied by a strange plastic-like scent. "Mmhm hmumph?" She grumbled warily, trying to turn her head to see what Daipha had.

"Don't worry, Azula, you'll love this." He giggled as he lifted his arms over her head and in front of her face. It was a large roll of medical bandaging, only it was coated in something strange. Daipha grabbed the end the roll of the bandaging and began unwinding a long sheet of material. He forcefully plastered the beginning of the strip over Azula's lips, ensuring that it stayed attached.
'This is emergency medical bandaging!' She thought in shock, 'It's a cloth roll, coated in a powerful adhesive, capable of staunching bloodflow from a wound! And he's using this stuff to gag me?!'
"NNNMMMM!!!" Azula shouted mutedly through the cloth as he tightly wound the adhesives over her mouth. Daipha passed the entire roll around the back of Azula's head, even across her hair, which made Azula furious. After every pass around her head, he would double check to make sure he kept it tight and was putting pressure on her mouth, then smoothed it out over her lips. He repeated this process over and over, until Azula's entire lower face, from below her nose to her chin, was plastered with a dozen layers of tight, sticky, smelly cloth. At long last, the entire roll was used up, leaving Azula with a monstrously thick gag which reduced her loudest shouts to muted whimpers.

"Dmmphnn! Ynmnh gmmhn tmnn fmmh!!" She tried to shout, 'Daipha, you're going too far!', but she could barely hear herself through her gag, she doubted he could hear her either.

"What's that, Azula? You say you're enjoying your gag?" Daipha taunted.
"NMMMMM!!!" She tried to shout, shaking her head viciously.

"Oooh, I see, so you're enjoying your time with me and wish you had done it sooner!" He laughed.
"NMMMMM!! HMMM-NMM!!" She squeeled, shaking her head even more furiously.

"Well that's great that you're enjoying yourself so much! Tell you what, I was just going to leave your gag like it is, but since you apparently love this so much, I'll put on a little something extra!" He said as he pulled an object out from his back pocket.

"Dnnm ymm dmmn!" Azula warned, 'Don't you dare!'

Daipha let his captive observe the object in his hands for a moment as it dangled from his grip by one of its buckles. It was a large shaped piece of leather, or some similar material, with several buckles and straps going off from the sides. The main piece seemed to be shaped to that of Azula's face! It had a curved area for the chin to fit, and even had a nose-shaped opening in the front so that air could still come in.
"Alright, Azula! I had this harness gag custom fit to you while you were sleeping last night, so it should be a perfect fit!"

"NMM HMM!" She cried as he pulled the leather tight over her lower face. She felt the material wrap tightly over her cheeks, which were still bulging from the packing in her mouth. Her chin fit into the bottom half perfectly, tightly hugging her gagged features. Even her nose slid perfectly into the gap in the gag that was made for air. She felt Daipha grab up some of the buckles and straps coming off of the sides. The gag quickly tightened a few times, nearly constricting her face, before they were buckled for good. The tight leather hugged her facial features, the chin area of the gag buckled so tightly that she could not even open her mouth anymore.

"Well, how do you like it?" Daipha asked as he dusted his hands.

"....nmmnhhmhmmphpph...hhmph..." It was nothing but muted grumbling.

"I'm glad you like it, because now that we're almost done, I don't want to hear you complain about the finishing touches." Daipha grinned as he stroked the side of Azula's cheek, causing her to snap at him with another assault of garbled threats. Her eyes widened when he mentioned that he was not done yet. 'You've got to be kidding me! What else could this pervert want from me?!' She thought to herself, since she knew screaming would do her no good.

Daipha returned to what he had left unfinished before. He took a step behind Azula and took hold of the long lines of rope he had left unused, trailing off of her shoulders. Without a word, Azula watched him look up towards the ceiling, rope in hand, and toss it into the air. He caught the cords as they came down back to him and laid them aside. He then walked to Azula's side and knelt down next to the iron loop in the floor, anchoring her ankles down. With a quick tug of knots the ropes unraveled and Azula's leg was free once again.
"Mmn?" Azula hummed in confusion. He repeated the throwing process once more with Azula's ankle-ropes.

In curiosity, she looked up at the ceiling above her, where she had just watched Daipha and was shocked that she had not noticed it before. Lining up across the entire expanse of the room's ceiling, were long horizontal bamboo poles. Daipha had tossed Azula's shoulder ropes over one side, and caught it back down on the other, forming a sort of pulley system.

"Nmmmnh?!" Azula gasped in horror as she realized what this man was about to do! Daipha took a hold of both of her shoulder ropes and gave a hard tug. It was jarring, and it knocked the breath out of her with every single time he pulled. However, it wasn't just painful. With every heave Daipha made, Azula was hoisted a little bit higher into the air. The first jump was unnoticeable, but after a second jolt she was forced up onto her tiptoes. After several more pulls on the ropes, she was suspended a good few feet off of the ground, her legs dangling uselessly in the air. He tied off the knots to a steel secure ring on the ground to ensure she would stay suspended.

"NMMNN!!! HMMPH!!" Azula cursed at Daipha. 'So this is what he had in mind all along!'

"Hang on, Azula, I'm not quite finished yet!" He taunted her further. Daipha grabbed hold of Azula's ankle bindings with a grin. He slowly began pulling the rope, sliding over the bamboo pole. Azula paniced, as with every pull he made, her right leg was pulled a little higher into the air to her side. After a few moments, her legs resembled a 7, one leg hanging down, and the other straight out in a horizontal line. However, it did not stay like that for long. A few seconds later, Azula gasped as she felt her other leg being pulled into the air too. She was exhausted from the entire process, and could fight back no more. She let out a sigh and let her leg get hoisted into an identical fashion as the last. She now was doing what resembled a horizontal gymnastics split, suspended in mid-air, her legs both out to her sides. The split position brought a large amount of attention to Azula's crotchrope. A humiliating position for anyone to witness her in.

Daipha tied off the suspension knots to the steel ring and returned to admire his work.
"Well, Azula, have you learned your lesson?" He asked.

She looked back at him quizzically. All he did was strip her to her underwear and tie her up! "NMMMM!!" She roared in anger. 'NO! WHAT COULD I HAVE POSSIBLY LEARNED?!'

*THWACK*

"MMMMMNN!!" She squeeled in response to the sharp slap that had just landed on her rear. 'DID HE JUST SPANK ME?!'
"MMMMMMMMNNN! PHHHMMMGMMHP!!" She exploded in rage, struggling in the air, but to no use. Her mouth had been stuffed full, wrapped up, and forced shut, leaving her unable to effectively curse at Daipha, or call for assistance. Her arms were bound just as tightly and unescapably as before, not even giving her an inch of slack. She was hanging a few feet off the ground, unable to gain leverage from anything, and her legs were spread wide apart into splits. Not to mention the humiliating crotchrope and chest harness, making a show of her womanly features! All she could manage was to wiggle and squirm in disgust.
However, all this did not stop her from throwing a tantrum. "NNNMMMMMM-"

*THWACK*
A second blow landed, even harder than the last.
"Now you will mind yourself for the rest of your captivity, or else." Daipha threatened, picking up his hand again. "Get it?"

Azula sighed in defeat. What could she possibly do to fight back?
"Hmmmmm..." She moaned as she slowly nodded her head in defeat.

"Excellent!" He praised, "Finally, it's good to see you making some progress! Now let's see if you can put that ego aside for even a second." He said with a smirk.

*THWACK*

He spanked Azula again. "NMMM!" she squeeled in shock.
"Now say 'thank you'." He ordered.

"Hmm?!" She questioned,

*THWACK*
She received another punishing blow.
"Do it." He ordered.

She was silent for a moment, obviously trying to quiet the storm of rage in her head. That would just get her into more pain.
"Thmmk fmm Dmmphn..." She groaned through the countless layers of gags.

*THWACK*

She felt Daipha's hand slap her rear once more.

"MNNPH???" 'I did what you asked!!' She screamed in her head.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Azula." Daipha smiled. "I see that you've learned your lesson in humility. That last one was just because I like doing it."

*THWACK*