Hail Kuvira- Prologue and Part One

Hail Kuvira
With thanks to previous Kuvira femdom writers for inspiration
Prologue
>be new recruit in Kuvira's army >proud of your uniform, proud to be part of effort to bring wayward states into Greater Unification, proud to follow HER
>standing at attention as she is lecturing the troops
>you'd been slowing developing a stupid boot crush on her
>even though you have a sweetie back home
>she is so graceful, a former dancer, statuesque (taller than you), forceful, powerful, a great orator and leader, the iron will that will bring stability to the Earth Kingdom
>it was embarrassing, you couldn't tell anyone for fear of ridicule
>not to mention you have a sweetie back home, but you couldn't help it
>she is talking about the upcoming struggle, how it is only the metalbender who has the master bending art with the strength and determination to bring order, but your mind is elsewhere
>her long, long legs
>you're staring
>she glances at you and gives a deep frown and glare
>almost imperceptibly, she nods
>you gulp and begin to blush and fidget, it can mean only one thing
>you're in for it
>she raises her arm, finished
>"Hail!"
>you and your comrades raise in response, "Hail, Great Uniter!"
>"Dismissed!"
>leaving, you hear snickering and muttered names directed at you
>"boy toy", "handmaid", "her little pet"
>everyone makes fun of your new position as Kuvira's secretary but no one dares raise a word, besides lewd innuendo
>you go to attend to your new "duties", idly thinking about how her ass looks in uniform and how you reached this point...
Part One
>when you first joined, a clique of bullying troops started to single you out
>giving you all the shit details
>hiding your uniform right before role call
>cornering you to "borrow" some of your pay for their weekend leaves
>awful but what can you do, the code is no talking out of turn and your earthbending is not good enough to take on the three of them
>one day, middle of a shakedown, you're seething inside but you start to hand it over
>"What's going on in here,  troops?"
>your savior in gleaming armor
>"Uh, nothing, sir! We were just talking, sir!"
>she prefers to be addressed militarily, regardless of gender
>"I believe you were just leaving. I remind you the punishment for theft is flogging and a stint the stockades with the unrulier bandits."
>they left chastened
>she turned, scolding you for being so weak, telling you to stand up for yourself
>it only increased your attraction
>said since your combat skills were nil, you'd work laundry, it's out of the way
>you thanked her
>now working laundry, just like you used to back in the village
>opportunity arises
>Kuvira has special instructions for her separate laundry
>it arrived, dirty but neat and folded and right on top you can see her silk panties and bras
>she is not fond of false modesty
>you can't resist
>you hold the panties to your face, lightly sniffing and licking them, you've never had the urge to do this but with HER...
>inhaling deeply, you could tell they were heavily used, heady mixture of sweat, her juices, perfume, a little piss and her natural scent, lightly soiled, making your head spin
>It should of repulsed you but it's HER...
>you'd become painfully erect, and feverishly begin to masturbate, imagining her watching you, until you caught your load with them
>tossed them in the wash, it became your private weekly routine, you boldly stole a pair for use in your bunk
>one day, Kuvira was making rounds and stopped at your table
>"Recruit, a word in private", she said it remorselessly
>your heart dropped, could she know?
>"Y-yes, sir"
>you follow to the quarters she shares with her fiancée, Bataar Jr. >he's usually in the workroom, but currently he's directing clean up operations in a state that just accepted their incorporation in the Greater Unification
>she closes and locks the door
>you are nervously looking at your feet, "S-s-sir?"
>your damned stutter is back, not since your youth in the village, her intimidating presence brings it out of you
>"Look your superior in the eye when you address them, recruit!", she barks
>you snap up
>she coldly arches an eyebrow
>"Are you going to feign ignorance, handmaid?"
>it seems she heard about your nickname
>your face is red as flame now >"Suh-sir?"
>"Very well, I will have to draw a confession."
>straps fly off her arms and bind you to a nearby chair, arms and legs
>"I d-d-don't understand..."
>she pulls out her (stolen) panties
>you're fucked
>"Initially, I assumed it was mere incompetence on your part that led to discoloration on my undergarments. Even the occasional hard spot. But soon, I realized a pair was missing and I put the sordid mess together. A quick search of your bunk confirmed it. Well, handmaid, what do you have to say?"
>your life is over
>dishonorable discharge, humiliation, feel like crying
>you shoot her a pleading look
>"Puh-please, sir, I didn't mean anything by it, I k-k-couldn't h-help myself... "
>"CEASE THAT INANE STUTTERING!"
>you shut up
>"You filthy disgusting pervert, you get off on sniffing and pleasuring yourself with dirty panties? You must have been quite the little freak in your hometown, perhaps a peeping Toph?"
>"N-no, sir, only you-"
>"Speak up"
>"I-I've n-n-never felt this wuh-way about anyone. I just wanted to be k-k-k-closer to you, sir"
>she seems a little surprised and then slightly amused, like she's mulling a personal joke over
>"Closer, eh...?"
>she undoes your straps and you fall to the floor
>she strides over
>"You of anyone should know what the punishment for theft is. You'd never last in the stockade, handmaid."
>you look up fearful, it's true
>"But you need punishment...
>Strip
>You blink
>"W-what, sir?"
>"What part of that don't you understand, pervert? Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
>it's embarrassing, but what's the alternative?
>you throw them off, your manhood dangles, unerect
>you try to cover up but it's difficult
>she laughs at your vulnerable penis
>"Oh my, that thing is kind of small. How would you expect to please your partner with that?"
>it's all over now
>and yet you're getting hard to your horror
>she stops laughing, frowning at your growing hard-on
>"Is your disgusting little rapestick getting hard? You filthy pig, are you thinking of attacking me?"
>"N-n-no, sir, n-never! I l-l-l-luh-luh-luh-luh-"
>"What? Speak properly, recruit!"
>you can't, you're that small kid all over again
>you muster all you strength
>quietly
>"... I love you, sir."
>you actually said it
>she is silent
>loud laughter
>"You love me? Don't you realize I'm already engaged to someone worthy of myself? You're not even worth five yuans."
>you want to break down and cry
>you want to die
>"Demonstrate your affection. Lick my boots."
>you've never heard of that punishment before
>"Um, but..."
>"Would you rather be thrown in with the prisoners? We've a couple murderers and rapists, if I recall. You'll fit right in."
>you look horrified, the message clear on your face
>she stamps right next to your kneeling face
>"Then, LICK."
>humiliated, broken, you begin
>"I've been needing a polish, recruit, it's the sort of thing you're good at. Not fighting, that's for sure. If we didn't need fresh bodies, I doubt you would ever have even been allowed to join, boy. We'd have left you in that backwater village, keep that in mind. Keep going, I want to see my face."
>you recognize the truth of her words, tasting the boot leather and dirt
>you are slightly tearing
>but you're diligent, softly licking around the whole boot
>you must please her in a small way, make up for your wrongdoing
>"Do you have a little girlfriend back home, I wonder? What would she say seeing you on the floor? Of course, she couldn't have been too satisfied with that little thing of yours. She's probably running around with the village boys right now. Oh well, the strong conquer the weak, such is the state of affairs these days... "
    >"Yes(lick)sir(lick)you're(lick) right(lick)as always(lick)but it never(lick)got(lick)that far..."
>your admission is nothing at this point
>"A weak little virgin, hm? Unsurprising. Any family?"
>"No(lick)sir(lick)orphan(lick)grandfather(lick)raised me..."
>no more conversation, just quiet lapping
>you move to the other boot, the first has been shined to a sheen
>your tongue is getting sore but you'll endure it
>anything for HER
>her breathing seems to be as heavy as yours and your penis has reached its full size, dripping precum
>you look up at your idol, her beautiful, stern face, firm jawline, cute beauty mark, perfect medium bosom, taut stomach, thick thighs, hairy bush
>wait, what?
>her pants have been lowered, her hand down her front, fingers burrowing in her snatch, fairly dripping, eyes closed in concentration as she huffs silently
>she peeks down at you
>"What the fuck are you eyeballing me for, recruit! Continue your task!"
>what is happening
>you keep on going, but now you're aroused tenfold, having seen her holy spot
>she is muttering to herself, seeming to debate something
>all of a sudden, she kicks your chin and you land on your ass, your erection jutting out lewdly, thrice the size she first saw
>she kicks off her boots and shuffles her pants off, her panties lowered and hanging off her foot
>she steps on your crotch, running the silky material, up and down your shaft, it feels nothing like your own hand
>"I've decided to make this better for myself. Since it seems your tongue is the only strong muscle you have, you are going to please me with your mouth."
>she lets them slide off and land in front of you
>"There, a fresh pair."
>she sits down at her desk chair and spreads her thighs, using her fingers to splay herself
>oh, spirits, it's pink
>she beckons you, "Crawl, dog."
>you certainly feel like her dog
>not bad at all, bro
>you come closer, she kicks you lightly in the balls
>you suck in a pained breath
>"Don't get any ideas. This is your punishment and I need to relieve stress with my fiancée gone. You are simply a sex toy for me to get off with, nothing more. And these-" she squeezes your balls with her firm earthbender toes, "-are my property for the duration of your sentence. You don't ever hide my property, thief, and you certainly don't unload their contents until I give you express consent. Any insubordination will result-" she presses down HARD, making you tear up "-in severe consequences. You may stroke yourself with my undergarments if that is what your pervert heart desires, though."
>she is so generous
>she opens her legs, "Don't displease me or it will be worse for you. Even a pathetic virgin should be able to do this. Now, get to work..."