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Ty Lee (chi_blocker) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-13 08:51:00

Who: Khamul and Ty Lee
When: 4/13
Where: Khamul's place
What: paying Khamul off
Rating/Warnings: this log is creepy and triggery, containing sex of dubious consent.
Status: complete


It was interesting, seeing how far someone would go to get out. Khamul had faxed the necessary paperwork shortly after the text messages, and then set about with the necessary preparations. With Ozai taken care of, it was only a matter of wiping Ty Lee from official records, silencing a couple of troublesome witnesses he’d wanted eliminated anyway, and marking the girl as protected. Gin could do what he was best at, with few questions asked. Khamul made a mental note to introduce the man to Iroh. He thought he deserved more...purpose.

The wraith had commandeered a nice condo to use as a home, and it was here he waited for Ty Lee. He wondered if the girl would go through with it. Ty Lee was Azula's and that was really the biggest reason he'd asked this price.

Ty Lee hated this. She didn’t find men attractive, and it felt even more wrong to be doing this just after marrying Azula. It was a horrible choice. In the end, she knew she couldn’t continue working for the family if she wanted any kind of life at all.

She was wearing a cute outfit, because if she was going to do this she would do it properly. Khamul would be her first (and only), male lover. She didn’t know what to expect, and she was afraid. She knocked softly on the door, worried and anxious.

He opened the door, wearing a black silk shirt and matching pants. He had cleaned up, and eyed her up and down, before smirking, and stepping aside. He had a look not unlike 'I'm going to ruin you.'

"Come in." The door closed almost ominously.

Ty Lee took a deep breath and steeled herself for what was to come. She didn’t fear pain or death. She wasn’t going to start now. She looked Khamul in the eye as she walked in, her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s been a busy week.” She still couldn’t believe Ozai was actually dead. It was a miracle.

Khamul rested his hand on Ty Lee’s back, guiding her into the living area. He had glasses of wine waiting. He knew she could dance, and had every intention of asking her, but first, something to relax her a bit. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t that cruel.

She let herself be led, looking at the wine curiously. She had little tolerance for alcohol, did he think she would be more eager if she was drunk? Then again, she didn’t know that she wouldn’t be, and maybe the alcohol would be soothing.

Pouring her a glass, he took a seat, and patted the sofa next to him. “Have a seat. Relax, this doesn’t have to something terrible. I’m surprised you actually showed up, I guess your word is good.”

“I was well trained.” Ty Lee responded, before sitting and taking her wine. “You know that.” She took a large drink, and even the relatively mild wine burned all the way down. “You did me an unimaginably large favor, gave me something I could never obtain on my own.”

“I know too well what it feels like to be trapped in something outside of your own control. To be forever a slave, and not a human being. You’d actually be worse for us, in the state you are now, than leaving us.” He shrugged a shoulder.

Ty Lee nodded. “My loyalties shifted. I could serve no master but Azula, now.” She finished her wine, her head already feeling a little light.

He reached over and stroked her cheek. His hand was a strange mixture of warm and cold, like it couldn’t decide to be deathly or human. Warmth seemed to win out. “Show me the dancing. I’ve always wanted to see.” He’d always wondered how they hadn’t managed to sell off her virginity to the highest bidder, too.

Ty Lee nodded, and took a deep breath. “I’d like another glass of wine afterward.” She stood in front of Khamul, and took out her phone. After a little fiddling a dance song began to play and she danced for him, like she’d danced for the undercover cops and the dealers and the general scum that would watch a girl her age dance in a club. She touched him frequently, it was all part of the act. The movement and alcohol loosened her up, and after a little while she even began to enjoy herself.

He smirked, directing her to take off her clothing after a few minutes. He settled back into the sofa and knocked back the rest of his wine. She was easy to get to do just about anything. He wondered if Azula had manipulated her into her loyalty, or if Ty Lee really cared.

Khamul didn't really care. This was the ultimate way to troll that bitch and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Ty Lee obeyed, though she was a bit more hesitant to strip. This wasn’t part of her normal act, but she knew the theory of it. Besides, it was no skin off her butt if he decided he didn’t want to sleep with her after all. She did her best, even going so far as to give him a lap dance when she got down to her panties.

He pulled her against him, her back to his front, hand rubbing up to her breast and squeezing. He bit her neck, and whispered in her ear. "Just what did they train you in?"

She gasped, whimpering in surprise and distaste. “Uh, just- normal stuff. Poisons, pressure points, acrobatics. The dancing was something I picked up on my own, I never- I wasn’t meant for anything else.” She wasn’t that kind of girl. She’d been far too useful as a fighter to be a whore.

“Explains it.” He bit her again, moving down to her shoulder and sliding his free hand to Ty Lee’s thigh as his other hand pushed her bra down enough to stroke a nipple. It wasn’t a business he had a particular taste for, anyway. He preferred the guns and drugs.

She whimpered a little again, gasping when he stroked her breast. “I was lucky, I’m sure they meant for me to be a whore when they bought me. I beat up a girl that pushed me after the deal was done. I don’t remember it, I was too little.”

"It would have crushed you," Khamul said, fingers slipping into her panties. "Crushed the soul out of you, the life out of you. You've got spirit, and fight."

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes. I made a much better fighter. I will continue to serve Azula as I served the Fire Nation before her.” She didn’t want him to touch her. She had no interest in doing this, beyond getting her freedom.

Khamul turned her around, using the strength of his wraith-self to rip her bra and panties off. "You'll serve her well." He started to unbutton his shirt, eyes looking her over. Azula would kill him (or try) if she knew.

Ty Lee restrained the urge to fight him. She didn’t know what he would do if she went back on her promise, but she wouldn’t risk her freedom. She yelped when he pulled her underwear off, covering herself with her hands. Normally she loved attention, but now she wished he would pay attention to anything else. “Yes. I will. I love her.” She closed her eyes, keeping her breathing steady. She could do this, and then it would be done and he wouldn’t tell Azula. He’d better not tell Azula. If she didn’t kill him, Ty Lee would.

Khamul guided Ty Lee's hand to his lap, hinting that she should free him of his pants. He was thinking, as much as he wanted it? He didn't want her teeth anywhere near that right now.

She didn’t need much coaxing. She’d seen men naked, of course, and knew the general mechanics of heterosexual sex. She just had no interest in the process. She undid his pants, tugging them open. She knew he’d get upset if she didn’t give him a good time, so she didn’t hesitate to reach in and stroke him, exploring with soft touches. Her hands were smooth now, her callouses sanded and moisturized away for Azula’s benefit. She hated that her loving actions were now benefitting someone else.

Groaning, he tilted back his head. She knew generally what she needed to do, and he liked that. His grin brightened the room. “What are you feeling?”

Ty Lee stared at him for a second. “Physically?” She doubted he wanted to hear what emotions she was feeling.

"Either." He grinned at her, lifting a hand to stroke her hair. "Shame? Anger? Disgust?"

“I am not ashamed.” Ty Lee said, stubbornly. “My reasons for doing this are not shameful.”

“No, they’re not.” His hand dropped again, caressing a breast, then trailing fingers down her stomach. “You love her enough to marry her. To do something you detest so that you could be with her.”

“Yes.” Ty Lee said, her voice softer. “Does it please you that I don’t want to do this? Do you enjoy the power you have over me?” It occurred to her then that she could kill him. He would certainly be distracted once things got going, and she was almost certain she was mad enough to strangle him. It was an amusing and distracting thought.

Khamul shrugged a shoulder. “I’m enjoying playing with Azula’s things. That’s all you are to her. A thing. At least I would have said that a few months ago.” His fingers found the place that only Azula had touched before.

Ty Lee’s face contracted with anger. She clenched her fists at her side. He wasn’t going to enjoy her much, she wasn’t aroused at all. “You talk too much.” Coming from Ty Lee, that was quite an insult.

He grinned at her, like a cheshire cat. He knew where and how to touch, but it wasn’t really having an effect on her. “Then shut me up.”

She took him at his word. She wanted to punch him in his stupid, smug face, but instead she reached down and grabbed his balls, hard. “As you wish.” She had fingernails, and she dug them deep into his skin.

She played hard to get. Khamul groaned, grabbing her by the back of her neck and kissing roughly.

She was dumbstruck, and didn’t think to fight the kiss until far too later. She’d seen men go down crying for less than that. It occurred to her that she had no idea what she was dealing with, anymore.

Khamul grinned at her. It had hurt, but he'd been through worse. The hand on her neck turned painfully cold for a moment, then he got to his feet, pulling her with him. "To the bedroom."

She yelped at the cold, trying to push out of his arms. “What are you?”

“More than a man.” The lighting in the room dimmed, but his grin was bright as ever. “Will you still honor your word, or are you too frightened?”

Ty Lee closed her eyes. This was really not what she wanted. “I’ll honor my word.” She stopped fighting, and took a deep breath. She tried to think of Azula. If she could focus on something good maybe she’d enjoy herself.

He kissed her again, the action oddly gentle.

She was just confused now, but she tried to respond. Kissing wasn’t so terrible, lips were lips, hands were hands. She might not be turned on by him, but she could try to be aroused by his actions. She wanted to cry, and it was hard to restrain that urge.

Khamul kissed her until the were in the bedroom, then pulled a silk scarf out if a drawer. He walked over and tied it around her eyes. "This will help."

She accepted the blindfold without question. It might help, but his hands didn’t feel very much like Azula’s at all. She took a deep breath, and went to lay on the bed. She took a seductive pose, trying to relax again. “I should have had another glass of wine.” She sounded nervous now.

His hands stroked along Ty Lee's shins, then down her legs to between them. He sat on his knees, looking down her body.

She shivered a little, and couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or fear. She wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking.

Leaning forward, he nipped at Ty Lee's stomach, fingers doing their damnedest to make her wet. He moved his mouth to her breasts, and his other hand as well.

She sighed softly, relaxing since it seemed like he was back to treating her gently. He was skillful, and she groaned softly, feeling guilty that this felt good, that she was accepting pleasure from him.

That was a little better. He felt a bit like an ass, but a deal was a deal and now that she was here, he did want her, and not just because it would piss Azula off. He left a light trail of marks with his teeth, from her left breast to her neck, then kissed her again. He considered giving her a chance to back out.

She returned his kiss with some enthusiasm. She still didn’t touch him on purpose, and she didn’t intend to start. She couldn’t let herself enjoy this, that was something she could only do for Azula. It would be wrong to enjoy this.

Grinning, Khamul pulled his hand out from between her legs, and then rubbed himself against her, seeing if any added lube would be needed. Wanting to see her reaction.

She shivered again. It was strange. She was pleased by the new sensation, but she was still not mentally aroused. Lube would definitely be needed. She did moan softly, it wasn’t like she’d imagined.

The body often had reactions one didn’t expect. Khamul was using that to his advantage. He slipped off the bed, leaving her for a moment, before returning. The only thing that would make this better would be if Azula could have watched.

Ty Lee hummed a little, more nervous now than anything else. “What are you doing?” She stroked herself, trying to get a little more relaxed, a little more aroused. She didn’t want to have to do this again due to poor performance.

“You really are a lesbian,” he noted, unscrewing a bottle and liberaly pouring it. “Making sure this won’t hurt more than it already will.”

“Oh, yeah.” She giggled a little, nervously. “I’m not physically a virgin, we use toys and stuff.” That was a relieving thought, she didn’t think it would hurt unless he made it hurt. Of course he might do that, but she hoped he wouldn’t.

“That’ll make things less awkward.” Khamul grinned again, looking like a cat that was about to start playing with a mouse.

“A little, I guess.” She felt like this was going to be more awkward than fun no matter what.

Or it could be really fun and he could steal Ty Lee away from Azula. That would be awesome.

Khamul leaned down over her again, kissing her as he locked their hips and pushed into her with one, smooth motion.

Ty Lee groaned softly. She’d expected him to be. . . harder wasn’t the right word. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

He grinned down at her, rocking his hips a few times before settling into a demanding sort of motion. He pinned her hands above her head.

She didn’t mind being pinned, and his motions were surprisingly interesting. She moaned again, shuddering around him.

Khamul had expected more resistance and whimpering from her, and this was actually a relief. It made him feel less like an asshole. Mostly.

He lifted her legs up higher, wanting to grind and pound more deeply.

Ty Lee didn’t want to enjoy this. She groaned softly, her body reacting without her permission. She held on to the bed, hoping this would be over soon, that she wouldn’t enjoy it anymore.

It probably went on longer than Ty Lee would have liked, before Khamul shifted and the pace became more frantic and hurried. He ripped the blind fold off so she'd have to look as he came.

She made a face when she realized what was happening, and this time she really did cry. It was a lot squishier than she’d expected, and she was really grossed out.

Khamul groaned, and sat up, still buried in her. He looked at her for a moment, then pulled out, and handed her some tissues. He walked into the bathroom to clean up. “You can use the shower if you want.”

Ty Lee sat up and blew her nose, wiping her face down before she stood. She wouldn’t go in the bathroom while he was there, she could wait. She didn’t ever want to see Khamul again.

He came out, throwing her a towel. He looked her over, he could have taken a picture but he really wasn't that stupid. "You can show yourself out."

She nodded and waited until he left the room to go clean up. She hoped Azula would never find out about this. She couldn’t lose Azula, not after everything they’d been through to be with each other.