Ty Lee felt the bed shift as Azula rose from it. She lay still, her eyes closed – her exhaustion was all-consuming.
All that night, the princess had raped her. It had taken nearly four hours for her to completely stop fighting it; the last four had passed mercilessly slow. She felt bone-tired and, despite the blankets heaped over her, very cold. Tears squeezed out from beneath her closed lids. Her face crumpled, and silent sobs shook her.
A moment later, a gentle hand was brushing the tears from her face. She looked up to find Azula leaning over her. There was a glimmer of what looked like compassion in the amber eyes. “Are you tired, Ty Lee?” she asked quietly. “It's been a long night.”
“I'm tired.” Ty Lee struggled to control her quivering voice. “I want to go home.”
The princess sat down on the bed and stroked Ty Lee's hair. “Not possible,” she said calmly. “I'm quite pleased with you, and you're staying here. But I will let you sleep after breakfast.” She bent down and kissed the acrobat's lips, almost tenderly. “Get up, and get dressed.” Ty Lee whimpered, but she didn't disobey. She got up and hunted around for her discarded clothes. When she had dressed, the fire princess put an arm possessively around her waist and guided her over to her private breakfast nook.
Servants soon came, bringing platters of food and flagons of wine and milk. Azula ate daintily. Ty Lee just picked at her food – she wasn't hungry. She did manage to drink a little rice wine, though. Afterwards, the princess went off to attend a war meeting, and Ty Lee collapsed back into the bed to sleep like a dead woman.
By the time the exhausted girl finally opened her eyes again, it was dark outside. She slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. It was only then that she spotted Azula.
The princess was sitting in a chair nearby. Her hands were on the armrests, her legs crossed regally at the knees. She had been watching her sleep, Ty Lee realized. Nervously, the acrobat pulled the covers up to shield herself, despite the fact that she was clothed. The penetrating gaze of the princess made her feel naked. “Did you sleep well, Ty Lee?” Azula asked, her voice as smooth as oil.
“Yes,” the acrobat whispered. She didn't dare to meet the girl's eyes.
“Good. You'll be well-rested, then.” The princess smiled and got up. “I'm ready to play again. I even brought us a new toy for tonight.” She waved her arm. “Get up and take off your clothes,” she ordered. “And hurry it up; I've been wanting to try out this toy for a while.”
Considering what the last “toys” had been like, Ty Lee didn't want to know what the new one was going to be. She slipped out of bed. With trembling hands, she started to take off her shirt. Azula took something out of her bedside table and sat back down, watching with half-closed eyes as the acrobat let her shirt fall to the ground. Ty Lee shivered in fear and humiliation, but she still didn't dare to disobey the order. She unfastened her breast bindings and tugged them loose. The princess smirked. Tears brimmed in Ty Lee's silver eyes as she slowly removed the rest of her clothes.
“Such a good girl.” Azula's smile widened as her golden eyes raked over the acrobat's naked body. Ty Lee hung her head, but let her arms hang loosely by her sides. She knew the princess would be angry if she covered herself. “Do you know what this is, Ty Lee?” Azula asked calmly. The princess was holding what looked like a string of very large pearls between her hands. They were made of highly-polished wood; the largest one was as big as Ty Lee's fist, while the smallest was a big larger than the tip of her thumb. The whole string was nearly two feet long. The acrobat looked at it for a moment before shaking her head and dropping her gaze back to the floor.
The princess seemed amused, as if she couldn't quite believe her friend's naivety. “Well, you'll find out soon enough.” She rose to her feet again, holding the string like a whip. “Go and stand beside the bed,” she ordered. Ty Lee obeyed mutely. “Good. Now, kneel down facing it.” The acrobat did as she was told, turning her back on Azula and sinking to her knees. A few moments passed; then she felt the firebender's hand close on the scruff of her neck, bending her forward over the bed. “Hands up above your head,” the princess snapped. Ty Lee rested her palms against the bedspread obediently. “Good girl – good girl.” Ty Lee felt Azula's foot between her knees, nudging them apart. She spread them as she was prompted.
For several minutes after that, the princess didn't speak to her. The acrobat didn't presume to look to see what she was doing, but the rustle of falling cloth told her that Azula was disrobing. Ty Lee shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. What did I do to deserve this?
“You'll like this toy, I think.” Azula's voice was full of fierce amusement. The acrobat felt the heat of her body as she knelt down beside her; the smooth thigh of the princess pressed up against hers. Strong fingers slid down the small of her back, then parted her buttocks. Ty Lee bit her lip. “They're called anal beads,” the princess murmured. “Can you guess what I'm going to do with them?” The acrobat felt something pushing in between her buttocks, thrusting into her body.
The formless dread that Ty Lee had been feeling suddenly had a name. Oh spirits...some of those beads are huge! She clutched at the bedclothes and uttered a soft sob as she felt Azula pushing in a second bead. She wanted to beg for mercy; when she opened her mouth, she choked on her own sob and drew in a gasping breath. With deliberate slowness, the princess pressed the third bead into her. The fourth one stretched her – it hurt. Ty Lee sobbed a third time. “Azula, it hurts. Please, no more,” she begged.
“You'll come to like this, just like you'll come to like what we did last night. It's only a matter of time, Ty Lee.” The acrobat felt her placing a steadying hand in the center of her back, pressing her down into the bed. “Now remember – don't move. Disobey me, and I'll have to punish you like I did the last time. You remember.” Ty Lee shuddered. She did, indeed, recall that punishment. Her grip on the blankets tightened until her knuckles showed white against her skin. Azula pitilessly pushed the fifth bead into the acrobat's unwilling body. This one was nearly three inches in diameter, and it took some force to press it in. Ty Lee writhed, her teeth gritted against the pain. Tears soaked the bedspread under her face. “Mmmm, that was a big one, wasn't it? And just think, it's only half the size of the biggest.” Azula's laughter was low and sadistic.
“Why?” The acrobat could barely speak through her sobs. “Why are you doing this to me, Azula? If I did something wrong, I'm sorry. Please....please...”
Azula stroked the base of Ty Lee's back comfortingly. “It's nothing like that,” she said, applying slow pressure to the sixth bead. “You see, I actually rather like you, Ty Lee.” Her victim uttered a cry of pain as the princess gave a sudden thrust – the bead sank in. “You're sweet and obedient, you see. That's just what I want. And besides, I love watching you cry.” Another bead began to press for entry.
Ty Lee could only twitch and scream in agony as the remaining beads were pushed into her. Azula used no lubricant – she simply forced what would not give. When the final one had been pressed in, Ty Lee fell limp, her body shaking with sobs. It burned like fire, and she could feel the wet warmth of blood trickling down her legs.
As she lay sobbing, Ty Lee felt Azula's hand stroking her back again. She heard water splashing, and then something cool and wet began dabbing at her thighs. She whimpered. “Hold still, Ty Lee. I don't want my sheets stained too badly.” The princess wiped her down almost gently. The force of the acrobat's sobs grew less. “There.” Azula rose to her feet. “Now, get up. Lie down on the bed – on your face, this time.” Still choking on her tears, Ty Lee obeyed. She felt unbearably full. It also hurt horribly to move, which made her tears flow faster, but she still lay down as she was told. She felt her legs being spread. Without being told, she laid her hands on the pillows above her head.
“Good girl. There's a good girl.” The princess was crooning softly as she curved her naked body over her victim's. Ty Lee felt the fire bender's breasts pressing against her back. Clawed hands ran slowly up her sides as Azula's tongue flicked at the side of her neck. She shuddered underneath her princess's form, her breath still coming in short sobs. Then the fire bender's hands found Ty Lee's breasts, and the acrobat let out a breathless moan. “Good girl.” Azula's voice was a sultry purr in her ears as the masterful hands massaged her. “It feels good, doesn't it? Let's try this.” Her right hand brushed lightly down Ty Lee's body, curving with her curves, until it rested on her thigh. Azula's knees forced the acrobat's legs wider as her hand slid between them.
A shuddering cry tore itself from Ty Lee's throat as the princess fondled the soft flesh between her spread thighs. She felt the fire bender's fingers push in to rub up and down her wet folds; Ty Lee cried out again, tears flowing down her cheeks. She despised herself for responding to Azula's touch, but she couldn't control it. Supple fingers pressed into her slick channel, thrusting slowly. The acrobat moaned.
“It's good, isn't it?” Azula murmured, before blowing a stream of hot breath against Ty Lee's sensitive throat. She smirked as the acrobat gasped and squirmed. Her free hand groped at her victim's left breast, pinching sharply at her nipple. Needles of pleasure and pain shot out from her touch, and Ty Lee's moan became a cry. “Don't fight it, Ty Lee. You know you love it! Don't you, little slut? You love this.”
The fingers inside her wriggled and scissored as they worked in and out. The acrobat's hips began to buck, grinding her groin against the blankets. She could hear herself moaning. Azula increased her pace, thrusting harder and faster. The pain between Ty Lee's buttocks was still intense, but the pleasure was beginning to overtake it. She gripped at the bedsheets and squeezed her eyes closed; tears dampened the pillows. Ty Lee felt Azula rear up, and the princess's weight was off her back. She felt the fire bender's free hand sliding from her breast down to her hip. The fingertips trailed slowly down to her inner thigh, then upward – then, with a suddenness that stole Ty Lee's breath, they thrust against the heated flesh between her legs.
The pitch of the acrobat's moans jumped as the questing fingers found her tingling clit. She heard Azula chuckle; the fingers began to rub and pinch at the hard flesh. The pace of the thrusting increased again. Ty Lee's groans became cries. She tried to writhe away from Azula's hands, but they followed; she bit back a scream as the princess’s sharp nails raked inside of her. Then they pulled out, leaving only the hand that was teasing her clit. The pressure inside her was building. Ty Lee was squirming and bucking against Azula's hand, gasping and crying in pleasure. As her cries reached a crescendo, she felt the princess lay hold of the end of the string of beads that was buried in her body. There was a moment's anticipation; then Azula pulled. At the same time, she pinched the hard nub of flesh between her fingers.
Ty Lee shrieked in mingled ecstasy and pain. One by one, the beads pulled out, wringing agonized cries from her even as her body twitched with orgasmic release. Azula's hand continued to rub her victim's clitoris until the last, shuddering cry broke from Ty Lee's throat. Gasping for air, the acrobat slumped down against the bed. Her eyes closed. Hot tears still flowed down her cheeks.
The fire bender laughed softly. The sound made a shiver ripple up Ty Lee's spine. “That was good. You did well, Ty Lee.” Azula stooped down to kiss the acrobat's trembling lips. Then she touched a bell near the bed. A servant soon appeared, bowing. “Run me a bath,” the princess ordered. The servant vanished discreetly, her eyes averted from the naked bodies of the two girls. Azula stretched herself out beside her softly-weeping friend, throwing a possessive arm over her and lazily licking from her collarbone to her ear. Ty Lee shivered, but made no move to resist. After a while, the princess sat up. “I think our bath is ready,” she said calmly. “Come, Ty Lee. Let's go.”
The last thing the acrobat wanted to do was move. She whimpered, but she didn't want to draw Azula's wrath. Haltingly, she crept from the bed and stood up. It hurt to walk. The arm of the princess draped around her as they went.
She'd only been in Azula's private bath a couple of times before. Both times, she had come with Mai; and both times, they'd been summoned so that Azula could give them specific instructions from the comfort of a hot bath. Ty Lee had certainly never actually bathed there, nor had she ever thought of the possibility. Her eyes were wide as the masterful princess guided her into the room. The walls were lighter in color than those in her bedchamber – more of a dark tan than a chocolate brown or black. The floor was tiled in black marble, which made the cream-colored marble of the bathtub stand out. Blood-red accents rounded out the place.
The tub had been filled. Azula dipped her hand in and concentrated; after a moment or two, steam curled off the surface of the water. The princess stepped in and sat down with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Get in,” she instructed, dipping her hand into the soap and beginning to rub it over her own arms. The rich scent of moon roses drifted into the air. Shivering, Ty Lee slipped into the bath. The hot water stung her raw flesh, making her breathing hitch.
It took a few minutes for Azula to rinse the soft lather off herself. Then, smiling coolly, she took another handful of the soft soap. “Turn around,” she ordered. The acrobat obeyed. Soon she felt the confident hands of the princess rubbing at her back and arms, spreading the soap over her skin. Ty Lee sat silently as Azula washed her. “Now face me.” Again, the girl did as she was told. Azula rubbed some more soap into a lather between her hands, then cupped Ty Lee's ample breasts. The acrobat shivered and closed her eyes as her nipples were lightly pinched.
“Nice, isn't it?” Azula dipped warm water up in her hands and rinsed the soft flesh. Then she leaned forward with an impish smile. That was Ty Lee's only warning before the hot mouth of the princess closed over her left nipple.
“Ooooooh!” The breathless moan burst out involuntarily. Ty Lee shuddered as Azula's tongue teased the sensitive nub. Then sharp teeth nipped, and the acrobat's back arched. The princess laughed, her breath chilling the wet skin. Ty Lee felt her nipples harden. Quickly, Azula moved over and pulled the acrobat's right nipple into her mouth. She suckled hard, wringing a cry from Ty Lee's lips.
Chuckling, the princess let the nipple out of her mouth and moved back again. She gently washed the other girl's taut stomach. “Lie down,” she commanded. Then she methodically bathed each of Ty Lee's legs, from the soles of her feet to her rounded thighs. The acrobat expected her to slide her hands in between her legs after that, but she didn't. Instead, Azula moved up her body and began to massage the soap into her hair. Ty Lee shut her eyes tightly to keep from getting soap in them. The hands of the princess were gentle and firm.
“Now,” Azula murmured, rinsing the last of the soap from the acrobat's long hair. She drew Ty Lee up until she was sitting in her lap, her dripping head pressed against her neck. With her left hand, she coaxed Ty Lee's thighs apart and cupped the hot flesh between them. The acrobat gasped faintly as she felt the warm water against her sensitive skin. “Do you want me?” the princess murmured. Her hand squeezed gently, rubbing the tingling flesh just a bit. “Tell me, Ty Lee. Do you want it?” One finger slid lower, probing a little, but didn't enter her. Ty Lee gasped louder, her hips rocking forward, but the finger retreated, teasing. “Do you want me?” Azula asked again, her breath sending goose flesh over the acrobat's wet neck.
“Yes,” Ty Lee whispered, the word coaxed from her almost against her will.
“Do you?” The princess's touch grew more aggressive. Her right hand began to fondle Ty Lee's breasts as her left rubbed harder, the palm of her hand grinding in between her legs. The acrobat gave a hard cry of pleasure, throwing her head back. She groped at her own thighs, frantically trying to thrust Azula's fingers into herself. At this, Azula withdrew. “Hands behind your back,” she ordered. “You'll get relief when I decide. Not one second sooner!” Ty Lee whimpered, but obeyed.
Azula pulled Ty Lee back against herself again. The acrobat felt the princess's nipples pressing against her shoulder blades. She rocked her head back as Azula's fingers slid down her abs to her nethers. The princess spread apart the soft lips of the flesh and began to gently rub Ty Lee's tingling clit. “Uhn...” Ty Lee's legs began to shudder.
The hungry mouth of the princess kissed and bit the side of the acrobat's neck. “Beg for it,” she hissed in Ty Lee's ear. The pace of her rubbing fingers slowed. Ty Lee whimpered, trying to thrust against Azula's hand, but the princess was merciless. The teasing fingers withdrew even farther, until they were just barely brushing the lips of her aching flesh. “Beg me for more!” Azula said, her breath hot against Ty Lee's ear.
“Please,” Ty Lee whispered, writhing. “More. Oh, please, more...”
“You call that begging?” Azula snickered as she pulled her hand even farther from Ty Lee's tingling flesh, running her nails lightly over her quivering thigh. “You'll have to do better than that.”
“Please! Azula, please.” Tears of humiliation flowed down Ty Lee's cheeks. “Have mercy.”
The princess laughed low. “Pathetic. But I'll accept it this time.” She pushed the acrobat away. “Lie down on your back.” Ty Lee obeyed. Pressing her thighs apart with her hands, Azula leaned over her unwilling lover. The princess's eyes gleamed in triumph. Ty Lee just had time to see the look of sadistic hunger on Azula's face before she ducked her head. Her tongue thrust into Ty Lee's body.
“Nnngh...uhn...” The acrobat moaned loudly. She had to cling to the edge of the bathtub with her right arm to keep her head above the water. The tongue thrust and swirled inside her, making her groan in helpless pleasure. After a while, Azula surfaced again. Her fingers slid into Ty Lee, taking the place of her tongue. The pleasure grew. The acrobat's arm weakened with every thrust, until suddenly it gave way, and Ty Lee plunged down into the warm water!
All sound vanished but the gurgle and splash of water. The fingers between her legs pulled out and began to rub her clit, making her twitch and spasm. Ty Lee tried to claw her way to the surface, but Azula planted her free hand in the center of her chest, pinning her down. Terror flooded the acrobat's heart. She fought desperately. After what seemed like a long time, Azula released her and pulled her up. Ty Lee gulped a few breaths of air, uttering a cry or two as her clit was stroked and pinched. Then she was plunged back under the water and pinned down again.
“I'm going to die,” Ty Lee thought in horror, struggling against the powerful grip of the princess. “She's going to drown me!” Azula had her pinned with one arm; her other hand was still rubbing and squeezing between the acrobat's legs. Despite Ty Lee's terror, the pleasure was still building. Her hips writhed and bucked under Azula's touch. The princess held her under water until Ty Lee began to black out; then she slid a hand beneath Ty Lee's neck and pulled her to the surface again. Coughing and choking, Ty Lee could only twitch against Azula's body and cling to her desperately.
Again, Azula forced her back under the water. Ty Lee's strength was dwindling. She clutched at the hand that held her down, but it was immovable. Ty Lee stopped fighting. Azula was still stroking and pinching the hard nub of her clit, making her squirm. The pressure was building, and her lungs were screaming for air. At last, the princess pulled her up once more. At the same time, she ducked her own head down beneath the surface. As Ty Lee clung helplessly to the side of the tub, she felt Azula's mouth clamp around her swollen clit. One hard suck made the acrobat gasp in breathless pleasure; two more sent her over the edge. Ty Lee moaned and panted, her hips thrusting frantically as she came. She nearly lost her grip again as her body bucked.
Azula's mocking laughter came to her ears as she slumped down. Ty Lee's hands slipped, but this time the princess caught her before she went under. She could feel the princess still laughing, but she didn't care. Ty Lee was just so thankful that she could breathe! She slumped into Azula's angular body, filling her lungs with long droughts of air. “That's right, Ty Lee,” the princess purred. “You just breathe. Relax.” Her clawed hand idly caressed Ty Lee's heaving breasts.
It took some time for Ty Lee to recover. Azula stepped from the bath once the acrobat could sit up by herself, and sent for her servants. Ty Lee huddled in the tub and watched as the princess's hair was combed out. Then her sharp nails were filed and polished. Finally, Azula wrapped herself in a robe of dark brown silk and turned to Ty Lee with a dangerous smile. “That will be all,” she said calmly. “I'll deal with Lady Ty Lee's needs myself.” The servants left quickly.
Azula took a large towel from a pile. “Get up,” she ordered. Ty Lee slowly rose and climbed out of the bathtub. The princess draped the towel around her shoulders and wrapped her in it. It felt soft and warm against Ty Lee's damp skin. “Sit down,” she instructed, pointing at a chair. The acrobat obeyed. Humming softly to herself, Azula took up one of the combs that the servants had been using and began to tease the knots from Ty Lee's long hair. She reminded the silent acrobat of a girl playing with a doll. “I think we're nearly done for tonight, Ty Lee,” Azula said, drawing the comb smoothly downward. “We've got a long day tomorrow. Mai's coming in the morning for a debriefing about the Day of Black Sun, and I want you there, too.”
“Okay, Azula.” Ty Lee's voice was small, a shadow of its usual self.
“Oh, yes. That reminds me.” Azula began to work on another long strand of the acrobat's hair. “You are going to keep your mouth shut about this, Ty Lee. You're not going to tell one other living soul about what we're doing together. You won't even breathe one word of it to Mai, until I decide it's all right.” The comb hesitated above Ty Lee's right ear, and she felt the princess's sharp nails brush against her throat. “Understand?”
There was a hint of murder in Azula's smooth voice. The acrobat shuddered. “Of course, Azula,” she whispered. “You're the princess.”
“That's right. I am.” Azula set down the comb and drew her hands through Ty Lee's damp hair, beginning to separate it into strands. “I hope you remember that later.” Her hands were quick and sure as they twisted Ty Lee's hair into a tight braid, fastening it with hair ties. “There. Now, drop that towel and let's go to bed. I want you to return the favor I just did for you, Ty Lee.”
The acrobat obeyed mechanically. “What favor, Azula?” she asked softly as she was guided back toward the bedroom.
“The favor I gave you in the bathtub, of course.” Azula chuckled darkly. “One more little round of fun before we sleep.” Ty Lee's heart sank.
They had reached the bed. Ty Lee got in without being told, turning her back to the princess. She felt the bedsprings creak under Azula's weight. Then the princess's silk-clad body pressed up against hers from behind, and her lean arm twined itself around her waist. “You aren't refusing me, are you, Ty Lee?” Azula murmured. The acrobat felt her needle-sharp claws rake lightly across her belly.
“N-no.” Ty Lee wanted to cry, but she knew she didn't have a choice. She slowly rolled over to face the princess. Azula was watching her with half-closed eyes – a smirk played about her painted crimson lips. Ty Lee knew what to do; Azula had thoroughly instructed her during the first night-long rape. Slowly, fearfully, she slipped her hands into the princess's flame-colored robe and pulled it open, baring the soft, white flesh of her breasts. Then she lowered her head and drew one dusky rose-colored nipple in between her lips.
Azula moaned, her golden eyes sliding smoothly shut. Ty Lee felt her masterful hands tangling in her hair, pushing more of her breast into her mouth. The acrobat suckled timidly. “Tongue,” Azula rasped suddenly. “And suck harder!” Her fingers tightened in Ty Lee's hair. Shivering, the acrobat obeyed, running her tongue over the princess's nipple and increasing the suction. Azula closed her eyes again, her body moving in soundless shudders of pleasure. After a while, the princess pushed her away, drawing her down toward her other breast. Ty Lee obeyed the silent order, sucking hard on the second nipple. Azula moaned again, louder this time.
It didn't take long for the princess to tire of this. “Enough foreplay,” she growled. “You know what to do.” She again pushed Ty Lee away, this time putting downward pressure on her shoulders. The acrobat's shivering grew more pronounced, but she didn't dare to disobey. Slowly, Ty Lee crawled down Azula's body. Still more slowly, she fumbled with the knot that held Azula's robe closed. Finally, she pulled it open.
“That's it,” the princess smirked. She spread her legs, leering down at Ty Lee. Her eyes were full of vicious lust. “Just like I showed you.” Whimpering, Ty Lee lowered her head hesitantly. She'd only had to do this once before, and she hadn't enjoyed it. Screwing her eyes shut, she drew Azula's clit into her mouth.
The musky fragrance of Azula's arousal filled Ty Lee's nostrils. The taste of her flooded her mouth – sweet and sharp, like wine. She tried not to think about what was happening. She sucked hard, her cheeks moving in slow rhythm. Azula's breath was coming in moans and gasps. “Harder,” she panted after a while. “Faster!” Ty Lee obeyed. The princess's hands clutched at Ty Lee's head like talons, moving in time with the acrobat's sucking mouth. Ty Lee felt the other girl's thighs begin to jerk. Finally Azula peaked, crying out in wanton pleasure, her nails tearing long scratches into Ty Lee's cheeks.
It was over. The acrobat pulled away, shuddering, and wished she could wash the taste of the princess from her mouth. Then she heard Azula mutter her name. Looking up, Ty Lee saw Azula beckoning. She reluctantly slipped in close to her. The princess pulled her against her own warm body, tucking the blankets in around them both. “That was good,” she whispered. Her tongue slid up Ty Lee's cheek, tasting the blood left by her nails. “Get some sleep, Ty Lee.” She smirked and applied her tongue again, slowly, licking from Ty Lee's ear to just beneath her eye. Then she lay still, draping one arm over Ty Lee's waist to hold her close. Her fingers caressed the back of the acrobat's neck for what felt like a long time.
Ty Lee lay awake long after Azula had fallen asleep, her head pillowed between the princess's soft breasts. She could hear Azula's heart beating in slow, steady rhythm. She closed her eyes, thinking about the sharp nails that had stroked gently against her neck. “In her own way, maybe Azula's really showing affection,” she thought. She'd known Azula for a long time, and she knew the princess was incapable of normal expressions of love. This was probably as close as she could come.
“And what about me?” Ty Lee opened her eyes again, her own fingers playing lightly over the baby-soft skin of Azula's inner arm. “Maybe I didn't want to come here. And she's hurt me. But I did beg her for more...I did.” She pulled her hand away and put her arms down to hold on to Azula's warm body. The princess had always been an anchor and a looming presence in her life, the one person who made her stand out among her sisters. Ty Lee knew that she was more or less Azula's slave, and that probably wasn't ever going to change. She shut her eyes and clung to her tightly. She owed Azula everything, and Azula literally held her very life in her royal hands. There was nothing she could do to free herself. Her only hope was to remain both compliant and useful. If she didn't, Ty Lee had no doubt that her life would be considered expendable. She wanted to cry. It was several hours before Azula's soft breathing finally lulled Ty Lee to sleep.