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(Note: This story is more or less based on the
cartoon character She-ra and other Masters of the Universe characters. It
is meant as adult fan fiction. Written with help and ideas from Foocominic with
the She-ra's erotic club)
"I asked Horde Prime for more men, not 'A man'!"
the villainess Catra snarls at the tall muscular man in the red and black
costume standing beside her at her planning table. Catra, the overseer of
a large chunk of the conquered planet of Etheria, has been sorely vexed by
rebels. Rebels lead by a cunning human named Adora. Rebels who are often helped by the super heroine known as She-ra.
"I've lost several score of warriors in three caravans and at two of our
bases in the last week alone! Supplies, booty for Horde Prime, all gone!
Even worse, Hordak won't pay me until I defeat that bitch!"
"I was sent here from the Fright Zone," the man says in an
even tone of voice, "because Horde Prime wants results, not more
excuses. I brought with me a few new toys from HordeWorks, the weapons
shop at home. One of the toys is a Megabeam which we can use to capture
humans and transport them to the Fright Zone. We have to first capture a
number of women to use as fuel. When they release their sexual energy in
orgasms, they will empower the device so we can capture more humans. As
for She-ra, my skills as a warrior ..."
"... Mean nothing here, General Kane!" the villainess
snaps. "The rebels strike without warning, first here, then over
there," she says, pointing to spots on the relief map on the planning
table. "By the time we get troops out to smash them, they've melted
back into their damned forest."
"That's why you don't REACT TO them, Catra, you ACT AGAINST
them," Kane explains with a sigh. "Anticipate enemy attacks, or
even set traps for them to fall into, then destroy
them with overwhelming force."
"Big talk, 'man', but useless against the power of
She-ra!"
"Maybe, maybe not. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of
power we would get from your She-ra if we hooked her up to the Megabeam?"
* *
* * *
"It's been a long time since I've been able to say that I'm
stuffed!" the rotund little man called Hurley-Burley says to Adora a few
days later. They and two dozen other rebels are seated around campfires
outside a cave complex deep in the Whispering Woods. "If we raid any
more Horde supply caravans, we're going to run out of storage space!"
"That is a problem we can easily solve," Adora replies,
laughing softly. Her laugh is a tinkling little sound that is so clear
and clean, it can be heard above the conversations around the many
campfires. A few men and women look toward the gorgeous blonde to see why
she's laughing.
"Catra must be spitting nails at her troop leaders," another
rebel says, talking around a slab of meat and bread in his hands.
"If she hasn't ripped them to shreds for letting us 'go shopping'
at her supply depots!" Adora says, laughing again. The young woman,
born of royalty on Eternia, is here on Etheria leading the rebellion against
the occupation army from the Fright Zone. The stunning rebel leader wears
a red leather jerkin over a white blouse, red calf-high 'buccaneer' boots and
long leather coverings on her arms. A heavy 'whuffing' noise from the
darkness outside the range of the campfire's light draws Adora's attention.
The woman rises easily from the fireplace and moves toward her horse,
Spirit, who made the noise and is nibbling on grass near the campfire.
"The Horde will really be upset the next time we attack them, right, my
friend?" she asks the horse, petting its
long white nose and scratching the brilliant mane on its neck. The horse
looks at the woman briefly, then nods its head and whinnies as if it agrees
with the young leader.
"Where's ... <pant> Adora?!?" a young woman gasps a
moment later, running into the camping area. "I've got <pant>
news!"
"I'm here, I'm here, stop and catch your breath!" Adora says, moving back to the campfire to stand by the side of her
second-in-command, Princess Glimmer. Adora puts a hand around the
young woman's shoulder and smiles at her, then
encourages her to take a seat on a log beside the fire. They sit together
and the courier gulps down a mug of wine as she catches her breath. A
minute or two later, the young woman drops her mug to the ground and wipes her
lips with a sleeve.
"You know that <pant> village down by <pant> the
river, used to be <pant> called Culinel?"
"Yes, we helped the people move out last year when the Horde
moved troops into it," Hurley-Burley replies.
"Well," Glimmer says, looking at Adora, "there's a
caravan of four <pant> carts in the village now. Didn't see what
<pant> they have, but there are almost a dozen men guarding them."
"Sounds like the same setup I saw early today when Tree-Topper
and I scouted Saranac," Adora says. "And look," she says,
rising to her feet and drawing in the dirt. "Both Culinel and
Saranac are on the
For several minutes, chaos reigns around the campfire as one rebel
after another tries to talk about the Horde depots and what they mean.
After Spirit bulls his way into the circle of people around the fire, pushing
his shoulder against Adora's, the rebel leader finally makes a decision.
"Well, folks, we can't let the Horde mass their troops against us, now,
can we? I think we should destroy their two supply depots before they
move troops out from Trompa to attack us. If there are no supplies to
support them, the troops can't eat."
"What about Columbiad?" Hurley-Burley asks his boss.
"What do you mean?" Adora says. Her left eyebrow
arches to reflect her concern that perhaps she's forgotten something important.
"Well, if you draw a line from here to Trompa, Adora, the towns
along the river are Culinel, Saranac and then Columbiad, <choke> my old
home," the chubby man says, drawing in the dirt. "If they ARE
setting up bases to attack us, wouldn't they have to put something in
Columbiad, too?"
"He's right, Adora, but we don't have the resources to hit all
three at once," Glimmer complains. "There were too many guards
in Culinel for a small group to battle."
"Well, we really should hit all three towns at the same time or
troopers in one village will be free to reinforce the others during an
attack," Adora reasons aloud. "Glimmer, can you take about
fifteen men and attack Culinel at dawn? And can you take the rest of our
men to attack Saranac at the same time, Hurley-Burley? I'll see if I can
find She-ra and maybe she and I can take out the Horde troops in
Columbiad."
"That's cutting things pretty fine, isn't it?" a rebel asks.
"Columbiad is over ten miles away, Adora, and is well out of the
Whispering Woods," Glimmer says with concern in her voice. "You
two won't have much cover when you attack and we won't be able to help you if
there are too many troopers in the village."
"She-ra hasn't met a Horde trooper she couldn't handle, and
neither have I," Adora says confidently, smiling at her comrades.
"We'd better get moving, my friends, if we're going to be ready by
dawn!" As the rebels move away from the warmth of the campfires to
get their weapons, Adora cups her hand under Spirit's jaw and pulls the horse's
head close to her own.
"Think you can help me find She-ra, Spirit?" The horse
looks at the woman and 'chuffs' agreement. After all, the Princess of
Power is right under the horse's nose!
* *
* * *
"I think your plan is stupid, General Kane!" Catra sputters
impatiently as she hides in an abandoned house in Columbiad. "She-ra
is smart, but even she won't think about attacking this place. We should
go to Culinel to await the bitch."
"Now, now, now, Catra," Kane says, staring at the
feline-like woman. Her long red cape is wrapped tightly around her body
but she still exudes powerful feminine pheromones, like a cat in heat. He
can hear the soft creak of her leather boots as she shifts her seat and can
also see her hair flowing softly as a morning breeze blows into the hovel
through the opening where a window should be. "She-ra HAS to attack
here. Our monitoring equipment detected rebels spying on Culinel and
Saranac the last two days, so they know our men and supplies are there.
Surely they have someone smart enough to point out that we're setting up a
supply line toward their blasted forest hideout. They'll HAVE to attack
the supply line to foil our 'plans'. I put enough men in each village to
require a large force to defeat it, but not so strong as to require adding her
to the mix - that would be overkill. And if the rebels think a little
harder, they'll also think of Columbiad here, as another supply base that has
to be taken out."
"Mmmeerrrooowwww!!" Catra wails, cold and
uncomfortable. "Are you going someplace with this ego-boosting
blather about your plan or are you just running laps?" Her body
shivvers from the cold and she pulls her cape tighter around her body.
General Kane notices the woman's discomfort but as a well-trained
Horde warrior, he's been trained to ignore his own comfort and that of his
troops when on Horde business. "The point is, Catra," the man
says with a hint of exasperation in his voice, "your spies report that
there aren't enough rebels to attack all three villages at the same time but they
must do that because we can reinforce the ones under attack with men from the
villages not being hit. Columbiad is the farthest from their precious
hideout and the most exposed, a very hard target to
reach. Only someone like She-ra could get here and attack this village
and have a prayer of getting back to the forest. So I repeat: 'She HAS to
attack here!'"
"Okay, okay, have it your way, big
brain," the woman says, rubbing her bare thighs for warmth. "I
just hope she gets here soon so I can get warm. Fighting her is better
than sitting here freezing!"
"According to my instructions, Catra, we should probably try to
capture She-ra first," Kane continues. "We can hook her to the
beam and use her magical energies to power it and capture more of the measly
humans."
"Whatever," Catra says, trying to ignore the boring human
general. Where do they FIND such insufferable men!?
As the sun rises several minutes later, Catra's keen hearing picks up
the sounds of stealthy movement at the far end of the village. "Hssst! Kane! Someone's coming," she
whispers to the Horde leader, "I'm going outside to check it out.
Looks like your plan just might work, big guy!" After slipping out
of the run-down building, Catra says to herself, "arrogant male!"
* *
* * *
Outside the
"Sheol!" she curses when the ground suddenly opens below
her! A pit trap that she didn't see. She
was too busy checking the huts for Horde warriors. After falling some
twenty feet, the Princess of Power rises to her feet and dusts off her knees
and skirt, then looks upward. "I made enough noise to raise the dead
but no one has bothered to see what they caught! How
curious." The heroine bends slightly at the knees and with a
powerful flex of her leg muscles, easily leaps upward to the rim of the pit
trap where she lands delicately on one boot. Looking back toward her
horse, Swift Wind, the woman begins to edge into the run-down village.
"Mmmeerrooowww!" Catra says as she swaggers as
silent as a cat into the dusty track that passes as
Catra's sudden appearance surprises the Princess of Power. "Catra!" She-ra spits at the villainess.
"I suspected a trap but I didn't think you'd be rash enough to face me
alone! Who else do you have hiding in the village? Grizzlor,
Leech or maybe even Scorpia? And may I assume that those carts are
empty?"
"Of course they're empty, stupid!" Catra snarls.
"And I'm more than woman enough to take YOU down, She-ra!"
Before Catra can react, She-ra pulls her sword from the sheath beneath
her cape and begins to spin it like a buzz saw as she advances toward the
villainess. Catra shrieks at the threat and begins to back away from the
heroine's whirling blade. Suddenly the evil feline's boot snags a brick
and she topples down, landing on her butt, then her back.
"MMmmrreeoowww!" the Horde mercenary cries as She-ra steps over
Catra's body, a boot planted in the dirt beside either hip.
"Give it up now, Catra, and you won't be hurt!" She-ra
commands. Suddenly a pulse rifle bolt of energy hits her spinning sword
and makes She-ra blink. "Oops, forgot about your troopers!" she
says as more rifle shots come at her. "Sword to
shield!" She-ra commands and her weapon magically morphs into a
large shield which she uses to deflect more pulse rifle shots. When the
Horde troopers realize that their shots aren't even bothering the mighty
heroine, their fire slackens.
She-ra uses the lull to her advantage. "Shield to
rope!" she commands and the shield morphs into a long rope. She-ra
easily snaps it toward the troopers and snags one man by his leg. A
powerful flex of her arm and the man flies through the air to crash into other
troopers, who in turn crash into more troopers, until the entire team is lying
in the dust.
"AAarrrrrr!! You slipped up again!"
Catra snarls from beneath the Princess of Power. As She-ra begins to look
down at her foe, Catra raises a leg and her boot crashes into She-ra's
white-clad butt, catapaulting the heroine several feet, to land unceremoniously
on her breasts in the dirt.
"That's not nice, Catra," She-ra says, rising to her feet to
face the villainess. She-ra takes a moment to dust herself
off (and secretly massage her tender butt crack where Catra's boot hit
her). She-ra bends down to pick up her rope ...
And at the same time, Catra rises to her feet and faces the mighty
heroine. Before She-ra can do anything with her magical rope, the
villainess reaches under her cape and pulls a 'Power Whip' off a loop on the
back of her belt. In one smooth, practiced move, she brings her hand
forward and the end of the fifteen-foot long bullwhip slithers through the air
toward the stunning blonde.
Before She-ra has a chance to react, the Power Whip hits her and coils
around her slender waist. As the whip envelops the heroine, Catra presses
a stub on the handle of the whip and a powerful electric shock snakes down the
length of the rope toward the Princess of Power. "AAAIIIEEEE!!"
She-ra screams as powerful energy rips into her body around her waist. "UUNNNGGHH! M-Must ... remove ... ooohhhh
huh-hurts ... must remove this!" she says, grabbing the whip and receiving
more shocks through her hands. As Hellish energies flood her body, making
her legs shake and clouding her vision, the heroine finally manages to remove
the whip from around her waist. She drops it to the ground and staggers
backward, shaking her head. Aftershocks ripple through her body, tingling
her ... stirring within her ...? And why does
she suddenly feel so much weaker?
"Puurrrrfect!" Catra gloats. "How do
you like my new toy, bitch!" The villainess
snaps her arm backwards, retrieving the whip, and as she takes two steps toward
She-ra, the bullwhip lashes forward again, this time just a foot or two above
the ground. Ten feet away, She-ra puts a hand to the side of her head as
if it might help shake off the effects of the whip. Suddenly she spots
the lash snapping toward her. Before she can move or jump out of the way,
the end of the whip coils tightly around one of her boots and again the air
crackles with the flow of energy down the length of the lash.
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! OOOOUUUUWWWWWW!!"
She-ra screams piteously as terrible energy blasts into her ankle and up her
leg. Catra yanks the lash backward and that jerk and the pain cause She-ra to fall backward onto her butt and then onto
her back. Her body bucks and bounces on the ground as the villainess slowly
pulls the heroine closer. She-ra's hand goes to
her head again in response to the pain she feels. This doesn't help as
she's pulled closer to the evil Catra. The more she struggles, the weaker
she feels. WHAT IS HAPPENING!!??
"Nnnngghhh ... c-can't stand the pain ... ooohhh ... wuh-where'd
she mmmnnhh get this!?" She-ra moans to herself as her body is pulled
closer to Catra. Again the painful electricity surges through her body,
up her long, muscled leg and through her groin. Again she feels things
stirring inside her, down between her legs. Unwanted feelings tingle
inside her, demanding that she attend to them ... NOW!! Desperate, just as she
reaches the villainess, the heroine kicks her free leg upwards and hits Catra's
knee with titanic force. But instead of blasting the villainess into
space, the *mighty* blow just makes her stagger! "Why ... nnnhh ...
why am I ... so weak?" She-ra asks herself.
"OOAAWWWRRRRR!! HSSST!"
Catra complains, dropping the Power Whip and falling on her butt. She rubs
her damaged knee as She-ra rolls away. Catra tries to get to her feet but
can't bear any weight on her damaged knee for a few seconds. During the
respite, the mighty Princess of Power manages to remove the sparking whip off
her booted ankle and recover from the incredibly painful electrical
shocks. She tosses the hated whip onto the roof of a nearby
cottage. As she stands in the dirty street, her legs begin to shake
uncontrollably and her arms feel like lead, hanging at her side. How
could this be?
"Nnnhhh, quite a shocking greeting you have there, Catra!"
the Mistress of Might says gamely as she rises to her feet. "But
maybe without your whip you won't be as much trouble." At the same
time, she thinks, "As long as she doesn't have anything else hidden under
that cape of hers!"
Both women rise to their feet at nearly the same time. She-ra
sways slightly from the electric tingles coursing through her body.
Surprisingly, she can feel odd sensations rippling in her breasts and between
her legs, something she felt when her lover Seahawk was last here.
Unbeknownst to her, a small trickle of juices stains her white panties as her
body reacts to the unwelcome side effects of Catra's Power Whip. The
Princess of Power shakes off the unusual feeling and tries to focus on the
fighting feline. Catra, at the same time, is bent slightly at the waist
as she tries to stand while pains shoot outward from her left knee.
"That hurt, you bitch!" Catra snarls at the blonde.
Before She-ra can reply, Catra leaps at the woman and GRABS HER BREASTS!!
She-ra falls backward shrieking indignantly as Catra's talons dig into the
luscious white skin above the top of her bustier. Catra's talons aren't
strong enough to break She-ra's skin but they DO make deep dimples in the
flesh.
"G-get your hands OFF OF ME!" She-ra protests, grabbing Catra's
wrists as the two women writhe on the ground, Catra on She-ra's body. As
the heroine slowly pulls the painful talons away from her breasts, she can feel
Catra's lower body grinding against her own. Catra's hard pubic mound
rubs against She-ra's belly even as the villainess' red boots slide up and down
the heroine's creamy white thighs. She-ra bucks her waist to throw the
cat-like Horde leader off her body but this only gives Catra the chance to slip
her legs upward and around She-ra's waist.
"Now I've got you!" Catra gloats as she rolls off to her
left, pulling the blonde onto her right side, with Catra's thick, powerful
thighs around She-ra's thin waist. Catra locks her ankles together and
begins to squeeze her thighs together, crushing She-ra's waist. The
super-strong villainess, although far weaker than mighty She-ra, still manages
to catch the heroine unprepared. Before She-ra can draw a good breath,
she suddenly gasps and expels the air in her lung.
"UUnnnhhh!! Let ... MEE ...
GOOOOO!!" She-ra moans. Catra grins and tightens her scissors
hold. The Princess of Power loses heart at her sudden weakness. She
should be able to She-raug off Catra's attack with no effort, but she's unable
to stop the evil woman!
"Don't like this, do you?" Catra gloats. "Or
THIS!" and again the fighting feline reaches forward to grab She-ra's
breasts in a tight grip. "MMMRRRROOOWWWW!!" the villainess
cries when she gets a strong hold on the heroine's breasts and squeezes.
"AAAOOOWWWW!! AAAIIIEEEEEE!!" the
Princess of Power screams as piercing pain shoots through her tender breast
flesh again. "OOOOHHHH ... PUH-PLEASE ... DDOOOONNN'TTT!!!" she
pants. Again she grasps Catra's wrists. She CAN'T let Catra defeat
her this easily! She's got far more power than
the Horde leader. Or, at least she SHOULD have more power! "THE WHIP!" She-ra suddenly realizes.
"The <groan> whip must ... have done something nnnhh to me!"
"At LAST! You're MINE!" Catra gloats. She
can see tears forming in She-ra's eyes and this spurs her to a greater
effort. She twists her hands sideways, dragging her talons across
She-ra's breast flesh as if she's unscrewing the tops of jars. She-ra's
bleat of pain is an electric thrill for the villainess. Her talons dig
deeper into She-ra's most exposed and tender flesh. The Mistress of Might
tries but fails to pull Catra's hands off her tender breast flesh.
"Ooohhhh! THIS ... ENDS ... NNOOWWW!!" She-ra
cries. Marshalling what may be the last of her magical energy, she raises
her arms over her head (she's still lying on her side), clenches her
fists, and brings the punch forward to hit Catra on her nose. The punch
is so powerful a spurt of dirt and stone flies off the ground from the recoil
of Catra's head onto the ground. At the same time, Catra screams in pain
and releases She-ra's breasts. Her grip around the heroine's legs is also
weakened from the mighty hit on her nose.
As Catra tries to ease the pain by rubbing her nose, She-ra reaches
down and grabs Catra by the insides of her thighs. Digging her own
well-trimmed nails into Catra's soft flesh, the Mistress of Might pushes
outward, lifting Catra's left leg off her waist. Now Catra cries out from
pain lancing into her shapely thighs.
"AArrgghh ... still some ... fight in you!" Catra says as
she rolls away from She-ra. The heroine rolls away from Catra and rises
slowly onto her hands and knees, her cape dangling over the left side of her
body. She shakes her head and tries to regain the breath squeezed out of
her by the cat woman's feral attack.
An enraged feline scream rips through the still morning air and Catra
once again charges the stricken heroine, this time leaping upward to drop onto
She-ra's back as if she is a horse to be ridden and broken. Once again
Catra's powerful legs wrap around She-ra's waist and again the heroine gasps in
shock and pain when her waist is cruelly crushed between the woman's mighty
thighs.
"Uunnhhh ... fight back, girl!" She-ra commands herself,
grimacing from the pain. Suddenly she shrieks, "AAAIIIIEEEE!"
when the Horde leader leans down and again grabs her tender breasts. This
time the feline's hands slip between the side fabric of She-ra's bustier and around
to the front, under the white and gold costume, to envelop her bare flesh. The
move pops her breasts out of her costume. Tender breast flesh and her engorged
nipples are cruelly crushed in Catra's powerful grip.
"SSSTTTOOOPPP TTHIISSS!!" She-ra screams at the villainess, then
"OOOOHHHHH ... NNNOOOO!!!" as her body bucks and bounces from the
shock and pain of Catra's vicious attack. "Muh-must ... get nnnnhhh
get up!" she knows, struggling to rise to her feet. Again her
remaining magical energy surges, despite the painful assault on her womanhood,
and slowly the mighty heroine rises to one knee. Catra continues to hold
her, continues to molest her bare breasts, even as She-ra claws at the
villainess' hands, trying to pry them off her body.
Desperate to topple the maiden, Catra shifts her legs slightly and
begins to press her bootheels against She-ra's groin, grinding and digging
against the woman's pubic mound. A cruel grin covers the woman's face as
She-ra moans from this new assault. Pain, and
even faint pleasure from her groin begins to further weaken the heroine's
magical energies and resolve. She's being beaten by Catra! Catra
and her damned whip!
Suddenly She-ra manages to fall onto her back, pinning Catra against
the ground. As a final strike, the heroine drives her head backward onto
Catra's unprotected face. Catra bellows in pain and again her hold on the
super woman lessens. She-ra uses the chance and finally manages to free
herself from the iron grip of Catra's arms and legs.
A shaken but still game She-ra manages to stumble to her feet and she
turns to face the rising villainess. Catra finally seems to be tiring
from the struggle while She-ra is even now regaining her strength. Her
will to defeat Catra surges as she places her hands on her hips.
"Ready for another round, kitty?" She-ra arrogantly asks the
woman. "You're starting to look a bit peaked. Get up too
early?"
Suddenly several bolts fired from energy weapons hit She-ra's back and
she's pushed forward toward Catra, almost knocking her to her knees. The
Horde troopers! She's forgotten about them again! She takes another
step forward and slams a powerful fist into Catra's jaw, knocking the mercenary
back several feet and onto her back. She-ra turns and is suddenly swarmed
by the ten Horde warriors as they pile onto her body, driving her backward and
down onto the ground.
"Uunnhh ... sneak attack!" She-ra moans from under the pile
of men. Her fists move like a blur as first one, then another trooper is
smacked off the heroine's body. After fighting for several minutes, the
ten Horde troopers are off the heroine and she manages to rise to one knee
again. "That was <pant> rash of me," she thinks, gasping
for air. She NEVER gasps for air! That whip ... it's taken too much
of her magical energy!
The Princess of Power suddenly screams like a wounded animal when
there is a loud <CRACK> and the end of the Power Whip hits her long,
slender neck and wraps around it, choking her. Even as her hands rise up
to pull it away, Catra presses the button on the handle and its terrible
energies, both mechanical and magical, surge down the length of the whip and
into the heroine's neck. Catra must have retrieved the whip when She-ra
was battling the troopers!
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!" She-ra screams as she's pulled
backward by Catra. The blonde tries to wrestle the lash off her neck but
trips and lands on her butt, choking, gasping, crying
for help. "<GACK> S-stop! Puh-please <URK>
Catra!" She-ra begs, futilely, as her last reserves of magical energy are
ripped from her super body. "NNooooooo!!"
Catra pulls the crippled heroine across the dirty ground until the
woman's blond tresses lie at the tip of Catra's red boots. "Are you
ready to surrender to me now, witch?" Catra snarls, jerking on the
whip. The Princess of Power's head bounces on the ground as her hands try
to remove the whip. Catra laughs at the woman's efforts and easily kicks
her hands away from her neck. All the while, the whip sizzles and
crackles as She-ra's magical energy flows up toward the handle and She-ra
whimpers in pain.
As the heroine's struggles die down, Catra removes the whip from
around that lovely white neck and steps back away from She-ra. "Get
up, She-ra, and yield to your mistress!" Catra commands, putting her hands
on her hips. The coiled whip in her left hand reminds the heroine of what
will happen if she resists.
But She-ra is a heroine! As she pulls herself to her hands and
knees, her limbs seem to weigh tons. She can barely keep her head
up. She knows she should flee, try to regain some of her magical energy,
but she can barely hold her head up. Maybe she can make one last attack?
"Ooohhh!!" she gasps when a powerful force hits her from
behind. Catra leaps at the heroine, landing against the blonde's back
with both boots, driving She-ra forward and onto the ground, with She-ra on her
belly. Catra lands on her back beside the Princess of Power. When
She-ra tries to push off the ground, Catra raises one leg and slams her
bootheel down onto the golden tresses of She-ra's head, driving her face into
the dirt. Stunned momentarily, the Mistress of Might shakes her head to
clear it. Catra rolls away and rises to her feet. Yet one more time
the heroine struggles to rise to her feet but only gets to one knee when Catra
makes a spinning kick, landing a boot heel against She-ra's lovely face,
blasting the heroine down onto her back.
"Surrender now and I'll stop beating you!" Catra demands,
moving closer to She-ra. Catra kicks the heroine in her side, lifting her
body off the ground and tossing it several feet before the woman lands on her
belly. Before she can recover, She-ra feels Catra land on her back, both
knees driving painfully into the area between her shoulder blades.
"Uunnhh ... ooowww!!" She-ra gasps from the
pain. Her vision is cloudy from this constant battering. If not for
the magicks of Greyskull, magicks which are almost gone thanks to that accursed
whip, she'd be out of the fight by now. As a heroine, though, she knows
she has to ignore the pain and fight back with whatever power she has
left! As her sight clears, she feels the villainess place her hands on
each side of her head. Catra proceeds to bang She-ra's face on the hard
dirt in an attempt to knock out the terribly-weakened heroine.
Again the blonde manages to find hidden reserves of strength and
bucks, tossing the villainess off her back. Shaken, She-ra slowly begins
to rise to her feet as does Catra a few feet away.
After rising to her feet, She-ra stands looking at her foe, trying to
muster the energy to attack. Catra smiles smugly at the badly-beaten
heroine. Then "AAAIIEEEE!!" She-ra
screams when a powerful blast suddenly hits her in her back, driving her cape
into her body. She-ra slams forward and lands on her belly at Catra's
feet. "OOoohhh ... whu-what hit me?" she moans as she looks at
Catra's boots, just inches from her face.
"Time to end this, Catra," a male voice says from behind
She-ra. She tries to rise off the dirt when Catra suddenly kicks her in
the face, knocking the heroine onto her back.
"Ooohhh," She-ra moans, holding her aching nose
in one hand. What's this? A trickle of blood?!?
She-ra looks up at Catra and moans slightly from the pain. "Need to
end this ... rest up," She-ra realizes. Suddenly she doesn't feel as
powerful as before. That last blast really hurt!
"Finish her, Kane," Catra commands, moving away from the
blonde. She-ra slowly rises to a seated position and for the first time
sees the black-and-red-clad man standing a few feet away. He has some
kind of weird pistol in his hand. Catra and Kane do nothing as the
heroine slowly pulls herself to her feet.
"Spare yourself further pain, She-ra, and surrender," Kane
commands, aiming the pistol at the woman.
"Never!" She-ra says defiantly and rushes
toward the man. Before her second step, the gun fires again and a second
mighty blast hits her between the lovely white mounds on her chest.
"Whuufff!" she grunts as she's blasted backwards against a cottage's
wall. Her body smashes through the wall and she drops down with her legs
outside the hovel and her upper body inside it. As her eyes slowly close,
as blessed unconsciousness sweeps over her body, the last sounds she hears is
Catra cackling in victory.
"WE HAVE HER!!" Catra gloats and she and Kane move toward
the defeated super woman.
* *
* * *
"There, that should keep her," Kane says smugly, looking
down at the heroine. Heavy duraluminium cuffs surround the wrists of
She-ra as she lies in the Horde staff car. The villains have covered her
mouth with a foul gag made from a discarded cloth and soaked in somnambia, a
powerful knockout drug. "Let's get her to the ship and hook her up to the
Megabeam, see how much of her mighty energy we can drain off. Horde Prime
will be awaiting fresh victims for the Fright Zone!"
"Finally, I'll get paid!" Catra realizes. "I've
captured the mighty She-Ra!"
"Oooohh," the mighty heroine She-ra mutters in a throaty,
sexy moan. The blond heroine's still struggling to regain
consciousness. "Mmmmnnnhhh," she sighs as her body tries
to regain its senses. "Oooohhhh!" she cries out suddenly
when she feels a slight burning sensation. Not too painful at first,
now it's ... it's hurting her! Where is it? WHAT is
it? Her fogged mind can feel the pain but can't pinpoint its
location. There - it's on her torso ... on her breasts ... on her ... on
her NIPPLES! Someone pulled down the top of her costume to expose them!!
With some concentration, She-ra manages to open her eyes.
Through a bleary fog, she slowly discerns the evil Horde mercenary Catra
standing above her. The woman's red-booted feet straddle the blonde
heroine's body and Catra seems to be pouring something ... some kind of smoking
liquid from a mug. She's pouring something from a mug onto She-ra's
exposed breasts! "Nnnnhh ... nnnooo ...
sstoopp!" She-ra struggles to say, "hur-hurts!". Her mouth feels like it's filled with
cotton. She raises her arms to push Catra away and suddenly realizes that
her wrists are still cuffed together! And her arms feel so weak!
She can barely lift them and the heavy cuffs off her belly.
"Mmmmmeeerrrroooowwwww!!" Catra purrs when she sees shr's
eyes open. "Do you like this hot oil treatment, sweetie? It'll
do wonders to soften your skin!" the villainess cackles as she continues
to pour boiling hot oil onto She-ra's temptingly-exposed
nipples. As the villainess carefully dumps the hot liquid on the
heroine, she draws lazy circles around and then across the bright red nipples
on the blonde's chest. Only the heroine's limited remaining
invulnerability prevents the oil from destroying what should be tender female
flesh. But the oil still burns because She-ra was terribly weakened in
the recent battle with Catra and Kane. Catra's magic-endowed Power Whip
stole much of She-ra's magical energy and with it most of her amazing super
powers. The mighty heroine writhes and moans on the floor as the oil
continues to land on her tender nipples. She tries to get away from Catra
and the oil but the evil woman keeps the blonde pinned to the floor.
"You've had your fun, Catra," a male voice says, out of
She-ra's sight. "Time to get down to
work."
"Rrraaaoowww! Wait a minute, Kane!"
Catra roars at General Kane, a Horde leader. She tosses the hot oil aside
and holds one palm out toward the Horde general. "She's not done,
yet!" With that, Catra drops onto her knees with her pussy just
above She-ra's face. Catra pulls aside the thin strip of red cloth
covering her womanhood and lowers down onto She-ra's face. "Lick me,
She-ra, or you'll suffer a thousand agonies before I let you up. Remember
what that whip did to you - and you were in good shape, then! How'd you
like a few lashes now!?"
She-ra whimpers when she recalls how she felt when hit by that dreaded
whip. Then she sobs briefly when Catra's moist nether lips settle on her
face. "How can this be happening to me, She-ra!?!" she thinks
sadly. After Catra threatens to use the whip again when She-ra fails to
lick the villainess' womanhood, She-ra moans more loudly, aware that she's much
too weak to face another whipping. She needs time to recover some of the
magical energies she gets from Castle Grayskull. With a sigh of
resignation, the stalwart heroine begins to kiss Catra's exposed lips.
"LICK THEM RIGHT, YOU BLONDE BITCH!" Catra roars.
Tentatively at first, She-ra's tongue flickers out and teases
Catra's labia majora. Then faster and faster she runs her tongue
across the evil woman's nether lips, tasting the salty flavor of the
woman. "Go inside ... NOW!" Catra commands, reaching backward
to grab and squeeze one of She-ra's exposed breasts. Catra squeezes the
love mound with all of her mutant strength, crushing the soft white globe
inside her cruel fingers.
Utter revulsion sweeps over the heroine but the pain of Catra's pinch
convinces her that she's still too weak to resist. Her red tongue slips
between Catra's vaginal lips and begins to explore the depths of the woman's
vulva, then begins to tease the villainess' clitoris. "Ooohh ...
She-ra is sucking me!" Catra cries out as the first bits of pleasure
begin to stir within her body. Catra roars with pleasure,
"MMMMEEERRRRRRRROOOWWWWW!!" and raises
her arms in the air like a victorious prize fighter. Her mind reels at
the thought of the famous super heroine being debased ... by HER!
As the blonde's tongue works on the nether regions of the villainess,
Catra's body twists and bucks, driving her crotch against She-ra's face and
tongue. Faster and faster the two women move, now like a pair of
long-time lovers. Suddenly Catra can be heard purring in the room, even
above her squeals and yips of pleasure. The room also suddenly fills with
grunts and slurps from the blonde's mouth as she becomes lost in her work.
After a few moments, Catra suddenly rocks backward, dropping her arms
onto She-ra's taut belly, and cries out, "oooh ... nnnnh ... nnnnnhhhh ...
OOOOOHHHH ... MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH ... MMMMMEEEEERRRRROOOOOOOWWWWW!!!" as her
body shudders with an incredibly-powerful orgasm. For almost a minute the
villainess cries and moans and her body shakes convulsively as She-ra continues
to lick and suck away with enthusiasm. Catra's love juices spew out of
her body and stain the heroine's face and neck. She can feel a second
orgasm forming when the exhausted heroine suddenly stops tonguing her. "MMOORRREEE!! DDOONN'T STOP
NOW!!" the brunette cries in frustration. "MMMOORRRRREEEEE!!!"
"You've gotten enough, kitten," Kane snarls. He grabs
Catra by her cape at the back of her neck and pulls the red-clad villainess off
the blonde. Catra stumbles backward, onto her feet, cursing the
human. She's both dazed and weak from the powerful orgasm she just had or
she would slug him! Kane roughly shoves the mercurical mercenary across
the small room and as Catra struggles to remain on her feet, Kane lifts a large
bucket off the floor.
"I'll ... mmmnnnhhh ... I'll get you, my pretty!" Catra
snarls at She-ra. "I'll train you how to treat a lady!"
"Time to get to work, She-ra," he says in an even tone of
voice, ignoring the snarling villainess. He pours the contents of the
bucket on the heroine's face and breasts. Incredibly cold water, so cold
there are chunks of ice in it, cascades down onto the heroine. She-ra
gasps and bounces off the floor from the shock to her body. Her wet,
matted hair hangs limply against her head and she sputters indignantly.
"Ohhh ... you ... you beast!" she yelps at Kane as she tries
to rise to her feet. "You're <spit> your name is King?"
she asks, looking up at him. The shockingly cold water leaves her almost
breathless, panting and shaking from the cold. There's a large chunk of
ice on her chest - she flicks it off and shudders.
"Kane, lady, and you will do well to remember my name, if you
know what's good for you!"
The Princess of Power painfully rises to a seated position to gather
her bearings. Her golden tresses hang from her head in ropy wet strands
and she has to rub her eyes to get the water out of them. She's in some kind of
metal room - metal on the walls, floor and ceiling. No windows. And
no sign of her magical Sword of Protection! Without that, she can't
change back to her secret identity of Adora and she's limited to just her
fighting skills against Kane and Catra. Skills that
didn't stop them from capturing her ... when? Maybe if she became
Adora and then became She-ra again, her energies might be replenished.
They're taking too long to return as it is.
Despite this, She-ra can feel a little of her amazing strength and
energy returning to her. Did that cold water help? She shivvers slightly from the chilling effect and hopes that she
can regain her magical strength soon. She feels so helpless, so
weak for some reason. She normally just needs an hour or two to regain
her energies - has she been unconsious for less than that? Did the whip
do more damage than she thought?
She-ra looks down and sees that the top part of her costume, her
lovely white and gold dress, has been pulled down, baring her taut, magnificent
breasts. She also sees that her ankles are still bound by a stout chain
linking thick metal cuffs on her ankles, just like her wrists'
bondage. She tries to pull up the top of her dress to cover her
breasts when Kane suddenly reaches down and grabs the chain between her wrist
cuffs and jerks them away from her dress.
"On your feet, Princess," he says, lifting the woman onto
her feet.
"Princess?" She-ra wonders. "Does
he know my secret identity or is he just being sarcastic?"
She-ra has no more time to consider his words. Kane pulls her close
to him and forces her cuffed wrists downward, forcing her body to draw close to
his. Closer and closer she comes until her hands are the only thing
separating his crotch from hers, and they are pinned between the two
bodies! Kane's garishly-painted face presses up against She-ra's face and
his hot, heavy, foul breath washes over her mouth and nose, repelling
her. The man's red-and-black paint, designed to strike fear into his
foes, has a small effect on the Princess of Power. He is both attractive and
fearsome at the same time. Not like Seahawk, her platonic lover.
Seahawk is warm, gentle, careful, considerate. Kane is just raw power and
threat.
Kane pulls her closer until she can feel his manhood pressing against
her hands, pushing them back into her own womanhood. Kane smiles, the
puts his free hand behind her head and pulls her face closer until his lips
crush against hers. She struggles to free herself, resists his kiss, but
the human just presses harder against her body and eventually his tongue forces
its way into her mouth. The defeated heroine sags into his embrace and
lets his tongue explore her mouth. "Oooohhhh," she sighs to
herself. "When will this all end!? I
need my powers back!" she realizes.
Kane abruptly breaks off his kiss. He's demonstrated his power
over the woman, for now. He needs to come back again and again,
dominating her, making her realize that she's beaten and in his control.
Only then can she be given to Horde Prime as a trophy and mistress. Kane
smiles at She-ra with dead, cold eyes and backs away from the warrior princess.
She-ra stands in the middle of the room, looking quizzically at
Kane. "What's he want with me? Why
did he stop with just one forced kiss?" She still shivvers slightly
from the cold water still on her body and in the top part of her costume.
She's never had a problem like this with the cold - she is a lot weaker than
she thought. "If he'll leave me alone long enough, I'll ..."
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" she cries out as terrible pain tears into
her body.
From behind She-ra, Catra lashed out at the blonde with the Power Whip
and the first strike coils the whip around the Princess of Power's upper body,
pinning her exposed breasts against her chest. Then Catra presses a stud
on the whip's handle, unleashing a magical, energy-draining bolt down the lash
and into the blonde's body. Something like electrical sparks fly off the whip where it touches the heroine's fair
skin. For almost a minute, She-ra's body bounces up and down on the
floor, still on her feet, somehow, her hands trying uselessly to peel the whip
off her lovely white breasts as the whip covering them continues to sizzle and
spark.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!! ST-SSTTTOOPPP!!!
HUH-HUH-HURTSSS!!" the blonde cries and begs as Shadow Weaver's hellish
techno-sorcery on the whip rips living energy from her body. Suddenly the
pain eases as Catra removes the whip and re-coils it.
"Ooooohhh!" the Princess of Power sighs, putting a hand to her
forehead in relief. Once again, she has odd feelings in her loins,
feelings like when last visited by Seahawk ...
"IIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!! NNNOOOOO!!!"
She-ra cries as the whip lashes out again, this time wrapping around her
waist. Again the whip unleashes its terrible energy-draining force on her
body. And for the first time, her white skirt rips where it is touched by
the Power Whip. Her costume, a costume which she thought was
invulnerable, is now being cut by the whip!!
The blonde struggles again to remove the whip from her waist, even as
more of her magical energies leave her body and weaken her. She can
barely stand now from the whip's punishment. At last the foul whip
uncoils from her body and disappears. She-ra stands still, panting for
breath and rubbing her waist to ease the pain caused by the whip. Dully,
she knows she must escape from Catra and Kane before ...
"<URK> AAAAHHHH <GASP> OOOOOOUUUWWW <URK>"
the Princess of Power cries as Catra's Power Whip wraps tightly around her long
thin neck, cutting off her air supply. Once again the dreaded weapon
sends a powerful jolt of energy into the heroine, bleeding off more of her
magical energy and burning her lovely white skin in the process. A deep
red welt remains on her neck after Catra retrieves the lash and coils it for
another strike. The helpless heroine, barely able to stand on her legs at
this point, massages her neck to ease the terrible pain.
"I've <cough> got to escape!" She-ra tells herself when ...
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! OOOOUUUUWWWWWW!!"
She-ra cries as the lash wraps around her legs, pinning them together.
The pain on her thighs is so extreme, she is close to
losing consciousness.
"Heee heee hhheeeee!!" Catra gloats at She-ra's obvious
pain. "Have a good trip on *Air Catra*!" she jokes, yanking the
whip and causing the heroine to fall flat on her face. As the Princess of
Power struggles on her belly, her shackled arms pinned under her body, her legs
twitch and jerk as the Power Whip punishes her body and steals more of her
amazing energies. The room fills with the sizzling snarl of the whip as
it burns the heroine's legs and drains more of her magical powers. Kane
and Catra laugh as the blonde begs for the pain to stop.
The once-mighty heroine's eyes slowly close and her head settles on
the floor. A trickle of saliva pools on the floor under her face as her
body sags, lying limply on the floor. Even unconsciousness won't stop
Catra from extracting her revenge on the heroine who defeated her so
often. For several minutes, Catra retrieves the whip, coils it, and strikes
again and again, whipping the heroine's creamy white body with the tip of the
whip. Once in a while, when she manages to wrap part of the lash around a
leg or arm, Catra presses the stud on the handle and more of She-ra's energy
travels back up the whip, but most of the blows are done just to damage the
woman. Slowly her red cape and the back of her white and gold dress
shreds under the savage bite of the Power Whip. From time to time, her
body bumps off the floor and she moans deliciously, but she doesn't regain
consciousness.
As weakened as she now is, wide red welts are forming on her
shoulders, back and legs from the whip. Her lovely white skin has been
marred by the Power Whip. Through the holes in her costume, the effects
of the whip sharply contrast with the white of her costume. Sections of
her back are raw and as red as her torn cape.
With the back of the heroine's costume in shreds and exhausted herself, Catra finally stops whipping She-ra.
"<Puff> ... <pant> your ... <puff> turn, Kane," she
finally says, leaning against one wall, the whip hanging down around her
ankles. "Mmmmmeerrrrooowwww that felt good! High
time, too!" Catra gloats as she watches Kane bend down to unhook
the shackles around their captive's ankles. Next he lifts the heroine off
the floor. She-ra moans as the man's hands touch her body, lifting her by
putting a hand on either side her chest. He raises the heroine to her
feet, holding her body upright in front of his body facing away from him.
He looks briefly at the welts on her back, then his hands slide forward and he
slips them over her protruding breasts. His rough hands envelop the soft
white mounds and bring a low, throaty moan to her mouth when he squeezes her.
"NNnnnnhhh ... puh-please ... ooohh ... stop!" she finally
begs in a soft, weak voice after regaining consciousness. Her hands rise
in a vain attempt to remove Kane's large hands from her breasts but the weight
of the chain is too much for her in her weakened state and her arms drop down.
Her head sags forward on her breast and she again begs the man to stop.
"Please ... Kane ... don't do this ... oooohhhh ... to
meeeee!" She-ra is suddenly aware of wetness between her legs.
From the whip? From Kane's
hands? She-ra is unaccustomed to such a feeling and doesn't know
what to do but his caresses DO feel nice after that whipping from Catra!
Then Kane begins to pinch her blood-engorged nipples between his
fingers, making She-ra moan louder and sag in his hands. The longer Kane
squeezes and plays with her breasts, the more She-ra feels a familiar but
unwanted stirring in her loins. The more the wetness between her legs
increases. Being held by this villain is as thrilling as being held by
Seahawk, but that isn't right! She-ra struggles again to get free of Kane
but once again she can't muster the energy to resist!
When the heroine's struggles seem about to fail for the last time,
Kane suddenly releases his tight grip on her breasts and reaches his hands
forward to grasp the wrist cuffs. He unlocks the cuffs and lets them drop
to the floor. Then he steps away from the woman, turning her around to
face him as he backs away. She sways on unsteady legs and looks at the
Horde general through half-closed eyes, her blood racing and her libido raging
from his touch. "I take it you don't want to stay here with
us?" She-ra nods weakly that he's right although in her mind she's
fighting herself to suppress the feelings he has aroused. "Fine, you
can leave. The door is behind me, She-ra. Go! Before I change my mind!" Then the Horde general
adopts a power pose, legs slightly spread apart, hands on his waist.
She-ra shakes her head to focus on his words and looks at the man
through still-half-closed eyes, then looks over at Catra lounging against one wall
of the metal-lined room. "Are they serious? I can leave ...
just like that?" the Mistress of Might wonders. She-ra begins to
walk around the right side of Kane when the man's arm suddenly flies upward and
his thick forearm strikes the front of her neck in a powerful *clothesline*
that makes the woman step backward, hands on her throat, gasping for air.
"You can leave any time you want, She-ra," Kane
explains. "You just have to get past me to do it." The
villainous Horde general laughs at his little trick and
crosses his arms over his chest. Again he spreads his legs and
glowers at the heroine, who's still trying to get her breath back.
"May <urk> be my <cough>
only chance!" She-ra resolves, charging at Kane. Just before
reaching him, she stops and whirls around on one foot, raising her left boot up
to kick Kane in his chest. The man smiles and easily grabs her boot out
of the air, stops it, then twists it cruelly, dumping the blonde down onto the
floor on her belly with her left leg still raised up, her ankle tightly held by
Kane.
Kane looks at her white panties, clearly visible between the raised
remnants of her torn dress, then laughs, "All the agility of a cow,
She-ra!" Then he twists her leg slightly to one side and stamps down
on the inside of her right thigh.
"AAAAOOOOWWWW!!" She-ra cries out as incredible
pain rips into her thigh. This isn't possible! How can a mere human
inflict pain on the Princess of Power. Does he
have mutant strength like Catra?
Again Kane stomps on her leg and again She-ra cries out,
"OOOOHHHH ... NNNNOOO!!" Her hands beat on the cold metal floor
as a useless attempt to stop the villain's painful attack.
He drops her leg and turns his back on the heroine, walks a few feet,
and turns again to face her. She looks so pretty, so helpless lying on
her belly, her legs spread invitingly and her crotch covered only by her
(now-stained) thin white panties. Once again he crosses his arms and
spreads his legs to await her next move. A smug smile crosses his face
briefly, then he glares at the woman as she struggles
to her hands and knees. She sways as her damaged leg struggles to keep
her up - she has to focus her mind to blot out the pain in her thigh. How
can this have happened to Etheria's mightiest heroine? Why haven't her
powers returned yet?
"So, you still wish to leave us, She-rrrrra?" Catra asks in
a sickly-sweet voice. "Was it something we said?"
As the Mistress of Might waits on hands and knees, she is surprised
that she feels somewhat stronger, despite two vicious moves by the man.
She would never have felt his blows if her power was at full strength.
Even as weak as she feels now, she discovers that she's able to shake off the
effects of his hits fairly quickly - she's still quite a bit stronger than this
human! If only Catra's Power Whip hadn't taken so much of her magical
energy! The mighty Princess of Power rises shakily to her feet and again
faces Kane. "This time ... gotta take it slowly," She-ra
decides. The Mistress of Might warily approaches Kane and raises her
hands for combat.
"Oooooo! Mighty She-ra attacks! Don't wet your
pants in fear, Kane!" Catra taunts from one side of the room. She
still makes no effort to intervene or to use her whip again.
Nevertheless, She-ra keeps a wary eye on the feline fatale as she begins her
attack on Kane. Her small hands whirl like buzz saw blades as she throws
punches and open-hand chops at the man. Kane responds by batting away her
hands with his own hands and forearms. Nonetheless, She-ra's relentless
attack slowly forces the man back toward the doorway and her morale begins to
soar - she might get past him! His grunts in response to some of her
blows attest to her returning super strength. She just might do this!
One of her open-hand strikes leaves Kane an opening and the man grabs
her bicep and pins her left arm between his arm and his chest. He turns
abruptly and She-ra shrieks from the pain in her arm as it's twisted cruelly to
one side. She finds her body twisting to follow Kane as he bends her arm
back against his chest. Suddenly the man's left arm snakes forward and he
hits her chin with his open palm even as his right leg hooks behind her left
ankle. The heroine drops backward from the assault and screams in pain -
Kane still has her left arm in a tight grip and she's bending it the wrong way
as she falls.
At the last second, Kane releases her left arm and the heroine lands
on her back with a loud thump. The man gives the woman no time to rest -
he leaps forward and up and drops onto the floor on his back with a loud clang
- his elbow lands directly on She-ra's belly and the woman folds up around the
elbow. She <WHUFFS> as she blows the air out of
her lungs in reaction to the punch.
The groaning heroine rolls onto her right side and curls into a slight
ball to ease the pain in her belly. At the same time, Kane quickly rises
to his feet and turns to face the woman's back. He steps close to her and
executes an expert knee-drop onto the gap between her hips and her exposed
ribs, forcing She-ra to scream and to exhale again.
"Nnnnnhhh ... <puff> nnooo mmoorrree!" the heroine
moans, defeated by a mere human! And this despite the fact that she has
more strength and invulnerability than he does. Only his vicious attacks
saved him from her wrath! Now she hurts too much to snap back onto her
feet. But she must if she's to escape these terrible villains!
She-ra slowly continues rolling to her right until she can once more rise to
hands and knees.
<THUD> as Kane kicks the woman in her ribs, launching her
several feet until her body slams against one metal wall and drops down onto
her belly. "OOooooohhh," She-ra moans from the latest attack, "he fights dirty!" For Kane IS
attacking her - he's no longer content to let her try to escape. Now the
man is trying to show her who's boss here! The
Horde general steps close to the blonde and grabs her cape, which is still
connected to the woman by the choker around her neck. He pulls on the
cape, lifting the woman's upper body off the cold metal floor. He backs
toward the center of the room, dragging She-ra with him by his hold on her
cape. Her boots drag on the floor and although she tries to rise from
this embarassing position, her hands slip on the floor and she can't get up.
"Ever wish you could fly, heroine?" the man says
smugly. Then Kane begins to spin in a circle, slowly raising She-ra off
the floor as she swings around his body, face down, held
by her cape. Faster and faster Kane spins around, laughing at the heroine
as her arms and legs flail uselessly, unable to stop her wild flight. The
man abruptly releases her cape and the heroine flies across the room, slamming
feet-first into a wall and again collapsing hard onto the floor.
The Princess of Power has no chance to recover. Kane rushes over
and lifts the woman up high, holding her with one hand under her neck, the
other under her butt. Then he drops to one knee and flicks his hands
around to her face and groin and pushes her down onto his outstretched knee,
slamming the small of her back onto it. "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"
She-ra screams as terrible pain lances through her body from her back.
She lies with her head and boot-heels on the floor, her back still on Kane's
knee. Her arms flutter uselessly, too weak to help
her. The man raises his hands high, clasps them together, and slams
them down onto her exposed stomach in a thunderous punch.
"<WWHUUUFFF!>" She-ra grunts. Her body convulses
upward from the blow, then sags back down.
"Nnnnnnoooo!" she begs the man, unable to recover from his punishing
blows. Kane silently grins at the poor woman and slowly rises to his
feet, again lifting the woman with a hand on the back of her neck and the other
on her butt. "Nnnooo!" She-ra begs
again when she realizes he's going to repeat the backbreaker. He
does. "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!"
She-ra screams when she again slams onto his knee. This time Kane rises
to his feet, letting the Mistress of Might's body fall to the floor, where she
curls into a ball. One hand reaches backward to rub her spine, to try to
ease some of the terrible pains she feels.
"Well, I've had my fun, Catra," Kane says to his
partner. "Unless you want to play some more, I think it's time to
take her to the MegaBeam. Let's see if this invention of HordeWorks
really does as it's supposed to do."
"No, I can play with her later, Kane. Let's get her hooked
up before she recovers."
The two villains move over to the stricken Princess of Power, still
lying on her side on the floor. The tip of Catra's boot pushes the blonde
over onto her belly, then the red-clad Horde mercenary
and her male associate reach down and lift the heroine by her arms. Each
holds one arm tightly as the trio leaves the small metal room and turns down a
corridor. The corridor is also lined with some kind of metal, She-ra
notes as she's carried along by the Horde thugs. She suddenly gasps when,
some twenty meters ahead she sees ... Etheria! "Goddess
of Grayskull! I'm in space!" She-ra realizes.
"That must be why my energy returns so slowly - I'm too far away from
Castle Grayskull!"
The trio abruptly turn into a room off the
corridor, another spare metal cell with some kind of low-ceilinged green
chamber in the back and a lot of odd-looking electrical equipment along either
side. "Step lively, She-ra," Catra chortles, spanking the
Princess of Power. "Can't leave Horde Prime
waiting!"
"Waiting for what, Catra?" She-ra replies. Her
question goes unanswered as Catra takes her into the chamber and hooks her
wrists to thick metal cuffs connected to the wall by stout chains.
"You don't think this will hold me, even here in space, do you,
Catra?" She-ra has to struggle to keep her voice from
breaking. There must be more to this bondage than mere chains. Not
even Catra is so stupid as to suppose that mere chains would hold the Princess
of Power!
Then Catra surprises the heroine by kneeling in front of her and
gently lifting her left leg off the floor. Catra says nothing as she
removes She-ra's boot, slowly, caressing the heroine's thigh and calf.
"Stop this, Catra!" She-ra protests, again feeling a warm wetness in
her crotch as the evil woman's hand lightly caresses her bare skin. Catra
says nothing and continues until the boot comes off the blonde's left leg.
Then Catra begins to repeat the process, working on the Princess of Power's
right boot. This too is tossed aside. As She-ra stands before
Catra, the villainess continues to hold the heroine's bare foot.
"Nice little toes, She-ra," Catra purrs as she holds
She-ra's foot in her palm. "Nice shade of red on
your nails, too. Is it the color of your blood? Hmmmm. Won't talk, will you? Siigghhh, must I
find out for myself?" The Horde villainess lifts the foot higher and
swallows the woman's big toe in one gulp, then begins to suck on it and tickle
it with her tongue.
"WHAT ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" the rebel leader protests as
Catra starts sucking her toe. "STOP THIS!" she orders when
Catra shifts her attention to another toe. "OOooohh ... stop!"
She-ra protests as the villainess continues to suck on her toes. Catra's
foul tongue then begins to lick the bottom of She-ra's feet, making the heroine
shake from the tickling/sensual feelings this gives her.
"Catra ... please stop ... I beg oooohhhh," She-ra moans
when the villainess' tongue turns to the woman's long legs. Catra slowly
works her tongue up the inside of She-ra's left leg, past her knee and up her
thigh to the white panties, then down the right leg. She pauses to lick
the backs of She-ra's knees, which makes the captive heroine sigh and shudder
from the sensation.
After several minutes of this unwanted attention from Catra, She-ra is
happy when the woman finally quits. She can no longer deny the odd
feeling she's been having in her crotch and the wetness that has dampened her
panties. She's only felt a portion of this feeling and had only a small
amount of wetness around Seahawk. These two villains must be doing
something to her ...
"HEY!, CUT THAT OUT!" She-ra
protests when Catra slips behind her and grabs her right breast.
"These are more than chains, She-ra," Kane explains.
"You're hooked to something designed by HordeWorks, our weapons designers
in the Fright Zone. We call this the MegaBeam. It runs on energy
and we believe that YOUR energy will give us all the power we need. The more
you struggle, the more effort you put in getting free, the more power we will
draw from you." What he doesn't tell the woman is that only a small
part of her energy will be drawn through the chains. He has a much more
delicious way to drain her magical energy!
"What do you mean? Why do you want my energy?" the
defiant heroine snaps, still plucky despite her ordeal and predicament.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough!" Catra says.
"Perhaps you should remove those rags she's wearing," Kane
says, pointing at She-ra's ruined costume.
"Noo, you can't!" She-ra protests.
With these two, resistance if futile! From behind the blonde, Catra
reaches her arms around She-ra and grabs the top of her dress. Then she
YANKS the top down, ripping the last of the costume off her body. She-ra
is left wearing her leather wrist guards, her tiara, and her choker. The
rest of her beautiful costume lies on the floor around her bare feet.
"As long as you're close to her, Catra, why don't you
start?" Kane asks. She-ra looks at him quizzically. Start
what?
"Mmmmmmrrrrrroooowwwww! That's a GRRRRAND idea
Kane!" The Horde mercenary reaches her hands around to the
front of She-ra and cups each of the woman's near-perfect breasts in her hands,
then jiggles them.
"CATRA!! Stop that THIS INSTANT!" She-ra
sputters indignantly.
Catra's reply is to lean closer to the heroine and nuzzle her ear,
teasing it with the tip of her tongue.
"Ooooohhhh ... d-don't do uuuuuuhhhhh that, Catra!" She-ra
commands. In response, Catra gently squeezes the soft round orbs in her
hands and delicately pinches She-ra's engorged nipples between her fingers.
"Ooooooooooo ... nnnooooOOOO!" She-ra moans as unwanted ... and
unfamiliar sensations begin to overwhelm her body. Not with a
woman! She wanted these sensations to come from a lover ... Seahawk, not
from a foe! "Mmmmmnnnnhhhh," the Princess of Power moans as
Catra's tongue and hands shatter her resistance. She-ra's head
falls backward, stopping on Catra's left shoulder as the villainess continues
to stroke and squeeze the heroine's luscious lobes. Then the Mistress of
Might gasps when Catra slides one hand down across the woman's flat belly and
across the stubby golden hairs above her crotch.
"No ... please ... Catra ... d-don't," She-ra begs in a soft
voice. Catra's slow laughter into She-ra's ear only stimulates the
heroine more. The tip of Catra's longest finger slowly slides between the
blonde's labia majora and along the inside of the lips. She-ra's
body shudders as convulsions of pleasure wrack her body. She can barely
remain on her feet at this unaccustomed sensual assault. Then she HAS to
sag in her chains when Catra runs the tip of her finger around She-ra's clit -
the first time she's been touched here by anyone! The blood-engorged nub
explodes in a paroxysm of pleasure that totally destroys any resistance left in
the heroine. Kane smiles cruelly at her helpless and delicious moans.
"Don't forget, Catra, Horde Prime wants to be the first to make a
real woman of She-ra," Kane reminds the cat-like villainess.
"If you mean he wants to be the first to boink her, I already
know that, you stupid male," Catra snarls at her ally. "And he
will be the first. I can tell - she's never had a man, before. But
maybe we can go in the back door, even if we can't use the front door, eh,
She-ra?"
By now, She-ra is panting and gasping and moaning more than she ever
has done in her life. She's never ... NEVER felt
such pleasures of the body before. Her eyes are closed, her chin rests on
her chest, and she sags in her cuffs. She can really feel a wetness between her legs ... between her legs and sliding
down the inside of both thighs. What is Catra doing to her? And what are
they talking about? Back door? Front door?
"AAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!
AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!! NNNNOOOOOO ... CATRA ... SSTTOOPPPPP!!" She-ra
cries out when tremendous pain suddenly rips through her body from the vicinity
of her ... her butt! Her eyes bulge open and she struggles to get away
from Catra. She stretches her chains as she struggles to get away from
whatever Catra is doing. Suddenly she gasps in surprise as the villainess
begins to encircle her neck with a rope or a cord or ... "MY GOD NO,"
She-ra suddenly realizes. "THE WHIP!!!
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" She-ra screams when Catra presses
the stud on the handle of the Power Whip. The hellish device sends a jolt
of electrical energy into her throat while, at the same time, it leaches more
of the dwindling amount of arcane energy left her body. For an eternity,
the heroine's naked body bucks and jerks in its chains and her screams thunder
through the room. Catra finally releases the stud and the terrible
currents cease, giving She-ra a chance to rest. She again sags limply in
her chains, sobbing from the pain inflicted on her body.
"That was nice, Catra, but I think the flow of her juices slowed
down when you shocked her," Kane says. "Perhaps you should not
use the whip on her. Our little princess here isn't aroused by rough
stuff, it seems." With that, Kane moves into the small area holding
Catra and She-ra and connects a small cup on two straps to the blonde's crotch,
covering her nether lips. She-ra is too weak and distracted to pay
attention to the Horde general. Even when a soft hissing begins between
her legs, she doesn't react. She just doesn't care, as long as Catra
isn't using that horrible whip on her!
"AAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!
AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
She-ra abruptly screams when Catra suddenly jams the handle of the whip up her
anus, driving the two-inch wide metal plug into the other virginal hole on the
heroine. She-ra continues to scream and begs Catra to stop but the
villainess relentlessly shoves the five-inch long rod up the heroine's anus
until it's entirely inside the woman.
While she plays with one of She-ra's breasts and nipples, Catra slowly
(then faster and faster) begins to trombone the whip handle in and out of
She-ra. Catra nibbles on She-ra's earlobe and blows into her ear and
aggressively pinches the heroine's nipple.
Kane notes the agony on the heroine's face as Catra moves the whip
handle faster and faster. "My god, Catra, have you never made love
to a woman?"
"No, but I have tortured my fair share!" Catra replies, lost
in a frenzy of ramming the whip handle into She-ra's anus. Catra yelps
when Kane suddenly interrupts her and pushes her away from the hapless heroine.
"Get away from her, woman, this is man's work!" the Horde
officer orders. He roughly shoves Catra's shoulder, pushing her away from
She-ra. Then Kane steps behind the heroine and slowly drops his
skin-tight leggings. He strokes his long shaft for a minute or so, then moves closer to the heroine's backside. Her
bleating and sobbing die down with the end of Catra's
torment. Slowly she begins to wonder what Kane's doing behind
her. Fear briefly overwhelms her, fear based on the tortures they've
done thus far to her.
Kane gently rubs a gel on the tip and sides of his tool, a gel obtained
from HordeWorks for just such an occasion. With practiced ease, Kane
slips his long thick shaft into She-ra's *back door*. After several
painful strokes, painful for gShe-ra, that is, Kane gets over seven inches into
the woman before her snug anus stops further progress.
As She-ra whimpers helplessly from the man's pokes, Kane slips a hand
around in front of the woman and begins to play with one of her breasts, just
as Catra did. He also whispers into her shell-like ear and nibbles an ear
lobe. With consummate skill, the man works on the woman, caressing her
breast and plunging into her anus, until both begin an ancient rhythm leading
toward orgasmic release. Despite her predicament, She-ra feels her body
succumbing to the man's assault. Unwanted and new feelings surge through
her body - her breath comes in pants and gasps, her skin becomes warm and
flushed, she makes little gutteral mouse noises from pain/pleasure, and still
her body surfs higher and higher on a wave of pleasure.
"Oooooohhhh YYYEEESSSS!!! DON'T ... STTOOPPP!!" she begs as
an explosion begins in her loins. Her chin drops onto her upper chest and
her teeth grind as she tries to stop the landslide within her body.
"HordeWorks gave me a potion to use on you, She-ra," the man
explains in a clinical voice as he rams her anus. "Not only does it
make it easier for me to fit inside you, it also contains a powerful
aphrodesiac which works only on women. As your body absorbs the gel, you
will lose your desire to resist me, or any man, and you will begin to want more
and more of this from me, or from Horde Prime. You will begin to have
orgasms as ..."
"MMMOOORRREEE!!" she suddenly cries out, then "OOOOHHHH
OOOHHHH AAAAHHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" pours from her mouth as the Princess
of Power has her first clitoral orgasm. Her juices pump from her body
into the cup between her legs and are sucked down into the MegaBeam.
Saliva trickles down one cheek and she collapses again, hanging upright from
her wrist cuffs. Kane continues to plunge into the woman, harder and
harder and HARDER!
The ruthless General Kane doesn't stop! His rock-hard pole
continues into and from the heroine's anus and he shifts to an attack on her
other ear and breast. "Oooohhh ... please ... no more!" She-ra begs, her eyes half-closed from her first orgasm. Kane
says nothing but continues working on her body and a few minutes later is
rewarded when another mighty orgasm wracks She-ra's virginal body. And he
STILL has an erection! Kane manages to give She-ra two more orgasms (as
Catra watches, enviously) before he finally explodes massively into the woman's
anus. So much of his jism pumps out, her body can't contain it all and
some slides out of her rear hole and down the back of her thighs. After
her last orgasm, She-ra finally loses consciousness from the unwanted and
previously-unexperienced orgasms. Kane and the gel have done it!
Satisfied - for the moment - Kane pulls up his leggings and passes the
heroine who's hanging helplessly from her wrist cuffs. He crosses the
room to check some panels along one wall and smiles with satisfaction.
"Your turn, Catra." he says as he sags into a chair by the
panel. "See if you can get her to cum this time, pussycat. If
you must use the whip, smear some of this gel on it." He tosses the
small jar to the woman. "I'm sure you enjoy hurting her, but
we need her to cum if we're to have any luck with the MegaBeam."
Catra glowers at the insolent man, then rises
from her seat along the far wall. As she rises, she picks up a large
wooden case with *CATRA* painted on the side and top. She opens the box
and pulls out a gigantic rubber-like dildo and rubs some of the special
lubricant on it. "From what you say, Kane, this juice is not only
going to enable me to put this into She-ra, it will also give her case of the horneys!" Catra asks Kane. Kane nods at the
villainess and smiles, then wraps his hand around his crotch as if saying,
"won't be as good as me!"
Now Catra moves behind the super heroine and, after covering the tip
of the dildo with the gel, begins to slide it into the woman's ravaged hole.
Once again She-ra revives when her pristine body is violated. "NNNOOOO ...
Catra, please ... don't!" She-ra begs uselessly. Catra merely
chuckles as she works the dildo into the heroine. Now it's her turn to
plunge into the heroine and play with her breasts and ears. As a woman,
Catra knows what turns her on, so she does her best with She-ra. Her best
works quite well. In seconds, the Princess of Power has her first orgasm
from Catra and in the space of a few minutes, three more orgasms thunder
through her body. "IIII'MMMM CCCUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" the heroine
cries out weakly, finally understanding what her body is doing to her.
When Catra finishes her last attack, she pulls the dildo out of the heroine
with a sloppy wet <SLURP> and moves out of the MegaBeam cell.
"Get enough that time, *man*?" Catra asks Kane in an
insulting tone of voice. There's also a tinge of sadness in her voice -
She-ra got all the fun! Why couldn't Kane show Catra some
attention? Catra slowly returns to her seat on the bench along the far
wall of the room and cleans her dildo before returning it to its case.
"Catra! Fire up the
MegaBeam!" Kane commands the woman after checking some dials.
The jealous she-bitch rises slowly from her and leaves the room,
headed toward the ship's control room. There is a low whine which becomes
a louder and louder rumble, followed by a solid thrumming on the deck of the
space ship. She-ra slowly opens her eyes and looks up at Kane. Her
long golden tresses have lost all of their body and hang like wet spaghetti
across her forehead and shoulders and her eyes are half-closed.
"Whu-what's happen ... happening?" She-ra asks dully.
"We got almost a hundred rebels with one shot!" Catra says,
rushing into the room.
"Oh my god, did you just kill a 100 people?" She-ra cries
out. She can't face the thought that she might be involved in the death
of a 100 people!
"No, your love juices gave us the energy to CAPTURE 100 people for
transport to the Fright Zone to become slaves of the Horde," Catra
crows. "And She-rrrrra, this is just ... the ... beginning!
Haw haw haw haw!"
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!" She-ra cries out as Catra returns
to the control room and the MegaBeam fires a second and third time. Kane
and Catra take turns raping the woman and arousing her to get more cum to power
the MegaBeam. The geeks at HordeWorks were right - a woman's energy works
very well and She-ra's sorcerous energy, drawn from her body in her super-jism,
gives the beam super power! After just one day, over a thousand of the
inhabitants of Etheria have been transported from the planet's surface to huge
holding cells inside the Horde ship.
"I saw Princess Glimmer and Bow and Madam Razz and Hurley-Burley
and even She-ra's horse down in the holds, Kane!" Catra gloats after the
latest shot. "Our holds are full of people and animals and
rebels! Only rebel leader we missed is Adora. She's probably hiding
somewhere, afraid to face us!"
"Oh, no, not ..." She-ra chokes, ashamed of her
role today's disaster for the rebel cause. She thought she would ruin
a Horde attack on Whispering Woods but she actually just made one easier, one
that cost the Horde no casualties! All of her friends, aboard ship and
packed for transport to the Fright Zone!
"Time to take She-ra to Horde Prime," Kane tells
Catra. "I'm sure our Master will be pleased with our work this
day. Want me to drive ...?"
"I'll drive!" Catra yells, racing from the room.
* * * * *
As their spaceship travels toward Horde World, Kane leaves Catra at
the ship's helm and returns to She-ra's lonely cell. "How are you
doing, heroine?" he says in an insulting tone. He knows that he --
HE, General Kane, broke the mighty heroine, not Catra, not the tricks provided
by HordeWorks. Kane is positive that his genius and skills captured her
and broke the spirit of this heroine. Not just to get her jism to power
the MegaBeam, but to make her meek and submissive when she's given to Horde
Prime as his newest mistress. Kane can do anything to the woman except
kill her or take her virginity. Horde Prime wants the honor of taking
She-ra's virginity. Some of her despair is because she knows this will be
her fate when she gets to Horde World.
Kane decides that this time, instead of beating her, he will work on
her submissiveness. The man approaches the semi-conscious heroine and
opens a small jar containing a special gel made at HordeWorks, the Horde's
research and development center. He smears a little of the gel on
She-ra's large, soft breasts. As he works the gel into her mounds, She-ra
moans from the sensual pleasure he's giving her. After a few moments,
She-ra's eyes open and she licks her lips seductively. The gel is a
powerful aphrodesiac and after penetrating her body, she suddenly has a
powerful *itch* between her legs.
"Mmmmnnnnhhhh, Kane, whu-what are nnnnnhhh are you doing uuuhhhh
tooooo meeeeeee!" the blonde gasps as her body suddenly shudders from the
effects of the gel. Her whole body tingles with a passionate heat that
needs to be cooled.
Kane smiles at the aroused woman and lowers his tight black and red
leggings down to his knees, baring his large tool before the heroine. An
erection is starting to form, fueled by the sight of the woman struggling in
her chains, moaning from the lust overwhelming her body. Kane moves close
to the woman and rubs the tip of his tool against the crack below the blond
hairs on her mons. "Oooooooohhh ...
Kane ... dooooo something ... please!" She-ra begs helplessly,
controlled by the chemicals in her body. His member feels soooo nice
against her nether lips - why won't he do something and satisfy these strange
needs? So near, but so far!
She-ra barely notices when Kane opens first her left, then her right cuff. Her arms drop limply to her
sides and she sways as if she might fall when Kane puts his hands on her
shoulders (his touch there makes her moan again), then lowers her to her knees
in front of him. "Open your mouth, princess," Kane orders the
befuddled woman.
"Nnnooo ... I ... can't do" (Kane's hand covers her left
breast and he gently squeezes it) "ooooooohhhh ... stuh-stop" (as one
hand gently squeezes her left breast, he runs his other hand through her hair,
dragging his finger tips across her head, massaging it) "ooohhh ...
goddessssss ... mmmmnnnnhhh!" and She-ra opens her mouth for the
man. Her body shudders again from his touch and the chemicals in her
body.
Kane slowly advances on the woman and notes with appreciation that she
lifts one hand to guide him into her mouth. "Don't know if she's
done this before or not, but her help shows her willingness to suck me,"
he thinks. "Take it all in, She-ra," he commands the
woman. She-ra moans and although disgust tells her to resist, his
caresses weaken her resolve. The woman slowly opens her mouth and wraps
it around Kane's large tool. As he teeth lightly
drag across the top of his tool, she tickles the bottom with her tongue.
Kane lets her set the pace and smiles when the mighty heroine pulls him entirely
into her mouth. As a reward, Kane takes his hand off her head and begins
to stroke her right breast.
She-ra moans from Kane's hands - that and the fact that he's pushing
the gel into her skin. His hands feel soooo good. She never
thought that a villain could make her feel so ... so aroused. A wetness begins to form once again between her legs,
seeping from her nether lips down the insides of her thighs to be captured by
the small receptacle covering her nether lips. Her jism is sucked into
the MegaBeam's chamber to be stored for use later. She ignores the
feeling and concentrates on sliding her mouth back and forth along the length
of Kane's member. She tightens her lips around him and begins sucking
during times when she slides his tool out of her mouth. When Kane moans
from the pleasure she's providing, a She-ra's of spirit soars in happiness
while her mind screams "TRAITOR!!!".
Kane manages to hold out for several minutes of powerful fellatio
from the heroine. She can't bring all of his huge
member into her mouth but she does swallow most of it. More importantly,
she's somehow picked up some nice techniques, especially concerning her
tongue! Horde Prime will be greatly pleased with his new toy.
Suddenly She-ra reaches a hand between Kane's legs and drives two
fingers up his anus. Kane roars from the amazing pleasure this causes and
he explodes in a massive orgasm from the feelings of being butt-fucked by this
super woman. Massive spurts of jism flood She-ra's mouth and she gags
from the onslaught. She pulls away from Kane's tool and his jism spurts
onto her face, covering her lips and chin with his milky love juice.
Another spurt and the tops of her breasts get dosed by his cum. She-ra
recovers and moves her head forward to surround his tool. She begins
sucking him, pulling more jism from him, which she hungrily swallows.
A few minutes later, the woman pulls her fingers out of Kane's butt
and releases his limp tool from her mouth. She sags backward and sits on
her feet. Kane sways above her, his eyes half-closed. "My god
she's good!" Kane thinks. "Too good for Horde
Prime! Where in Sheol did she learn THAT trick? Is she a slut,
after all, or did she just think that what we did to her she could do to me?
Good for the goose ... I'll be saddened to turn her over to Horde Prime but to
him she must go," he thinks, sadly. He covets this woman as his own
personal slave.
"That was an adequate first time effort, She-ra," Kane lies,
hoping to spur the woman to work harder at pleasing him and Horde Prime.
She looks up at him with half-closed eyes and manages a weak smile. Her
cum-soaked face and breasts make Kane laugh at this pitiful super
heroine. Take away her mighty powers and she's just another slut!
"Get up, She-ra," he orders a second later. She-ra
looks at him dully, not understanding what he wants now. Kane reaches
down and grabs the woman's wrists, lifting them upward. Kane pulls She-ra
to her feet and holds her steady as he returns her wrists to the cuffs.
"Please .. let
me rest," She-ra begs. "I'm ... I'm so tired." The
super woman is now far away from Etheria and Castle Grayskull and most of her
magical energy was taken from her by Catra's Power Whip and the MegaBeam
device. She's little more than an ordinary female now.
"You'll get lots of rest on Horde World," Kane replies
coldly. "For now, we want you to stay here and be no trouble for
us. If you are troublesome, we'll have to punish you. Do you want
to be punished?"
"No."
"*No* what?"
"No sir."
"*No sir*? *NO
SIR*?" Kane barks, leaning his face close to She-ra's.
"I am more than a mere *sir*, She-ra, as will Horde Prime be!"
"No ... my master," the humiliated She-ra
says softly, quaking before the powerful human. "Is this my
fate?" she wonders. "I've never been so terrified. I've
never felt this weak before!" Tears begin to fall from her eyes and
Kane suddenly smiles at the helpless heroine.
"Just remember that, slut, and you will not be punished too much
by your new master, Horde Prime," Kane says, turning to leave.
* * * * *
An hour or so later, the half-asleep She-ra suddenly awakens to a
terrible noise. Catra has managed to pipe sounds from the holds (which
contain almost a thousand people snatched from Etheria by the MegaBeam) into
She-ra's cell. After realizing what she's hearing, She-ra begins to cry
and sob hysterically at the torment she's caused. SHE'S caused - those
evil villains made her cum and used the energy in her cum to power the
MegaBeam. To capture her friends! Deep despair washes over the
heroine and she sags in her chains, helpless ... powerless ... utterly
defeated!
* * * * *
Time passes and the Princess of Power drifts in and out of sleep,
hanging from her chains. She can't drop low enough to rest on her knees
so her arms must bear her full weight. In her weakened state, she
sometimes gets shooting pains in her biceps, pains that she has NEVER known
before. From time to time, she sobs and cries at her situation.
She awakens fully as Kane and Catra enter the small room containing
the MegaBeam controls and her prison chamber. Kane and Catra are about to
have another *playtime* with the pitiable wreck that She-ra has become.
She-ra can barely remain on her feet and if not for the stout chains holding her,
she would be curled in a ball on the floor. She fades in and out of
consciousness from the constant rapings and beatings and other tortures
conceived by Catra and done by her and Kane. Their efforts to get her to
cum have given them a large container charged with her magical energy, more
than enough to power the MegaBeam and other inventions back at HordeWorks.
"Damnit Kane!" and exasperated Catra tells
the human male. "She-ra's had all the fun on this trip!"
Catra stamps a boot heel on the floor.
"You seem to have enjoyed yourself whipping her, Catra,"
Kane replies. "What's your beef?"
"I mean, if I'm not screwing her tight little ass, you are.
I'm ... well, I'M NOT GETTING ANY!" the woman replies hautily.
"Are you saying ...?"
"You know damn well what I'm saying, Kane. DO ME!"
Kane thinks about Catra's outburst for a few moments. "That
would be a waste of our efforts. We should both *do* She-ra, not each
other."
"But don't you see," Catra whines, aching for Kane to take
her, "if we do this right, we can torment her terribly? We put lots
of the special gel on her, then ..."
A few minutes later, Kane and Catra begin to remove their
costumes. Catra begins by removing her mask. Then she rises from
her seat and slowly unhooks her purple cape. As Kane watches the
villainess with his cold gray eyes, she slowly and sensuously slides her short
red body-suit down her body and onto the floor.
After the suit falls to her ankles, she leans down to remove her boots
when Kane says, "leave the boots on, Catra." Then he pulls his
tunic up and over his head and tosses it on the floor beside Catra's
costume. He deftly removes his two knee-high boots and the one studded
glove he wears. Finally, the man removes his leggings and tosses them
onto the floor. Both She-ra and Catra stare at the rippling musculature
of the Horde general. This man works out! And even flaccid, his
member is impressive.
"Get started, Catra, and I'll catch up with you," Kane
orders. She-ra looks quizzically at the two, wondering what new torment
they have planned for her. Catra grabs the small jar of aphrodesiac gel
and gets some on her fingertips. The evil mutant moves to stand behind
She-ra and savagely rams her fingertips up She-ra's anus.
"AAAAOOOOWWWWW!!" the heroine yelps at the rough
invasion. She moans as Catra smears the gel inside her butt. Then
the villainess removes her hand and get more of the
gel on her fingertips. At the same time, Kane, who's standing in front of
She-ra, reaches around the heroine and gets the gel on both of his hands.
He slowly and sensuously rubs the gel on She-ra's neck and ears. Then he
takes what's left and rubs it on her taut belly down to and on her golden
fur-covered mons, massaging deeply as he goes, to help the gel penetrate
her creamy white skin.
Meanwhile, Catra slips her fingers between She-ra's legs and puts a
thick layer on her labia majora. Catra takes special care to SLOOOWWWLLLYY apply the gel to the heroine. As
she gently and slowly rubs the gel into the heroine's most treasured spot,
She-ra begins to moan and sway from the effect. Once again the alien
chemicals assault her libido and drive her into a frenzy of lustful
feelings. Catra finally slips one gel-covered finger between the
heroine's nether lips and gently swirls it around and onto her clit.
"OOOOhhhhhh," She-ra moans. Her head drops onto her
chest and she licks her lips. "MMmmmmnnnnnnnhhhhh," she sighs
when Kane bends at the waist and begins to suck on her left breast. He
runs his tongue expertly across her soft round mound and teases her nipple by
languidly drawing circles around the pulsing nub. "Oooooooohhhh ...
don't ... please," She-ra begs as the alien chemical continues to stir her
passions. Her skin becomes super sensitive - each touch by either
criminal spurs a flood of warm tingles through her body. She can't stand
still, she can't respond to their touches, and though part of her wants them to
stop, part wants them to sexually fulfill her. Finally, Kane takes a last
dollop of the gel and gently rubs it on She-ra's aureole. Again she moans as
the gel seeps into her body, energizing her nerve endings and sending signals
to her brain.
Kane moves around behind She-ra and despite her best efforts, she
can't turn enough to follow him. She can see him move to stand behind
Catra. Then that villainess turns around to face Kane. What ARE
they doing? She-ra wonders. Catra suddenly backs up against She-ra's back
and pushes the heroine - pushes her as far as the chains will allow her to
move. As She-ra stands, straining her chains, her arms twisted painfully
backward by the chains, she can feel Catra's back against her own. Her
eyes suddenly pop open when she feels Kane's rough hands touch her ribs and run
across her taut belly.
Catra begins to moan behind She-ra and begins to bump backward against
the captive heroine. She-ra can hear sounds ... sounds like ... they're
KISSING! Then her body begins to shake violently as she's battered by
Catra's back. A gasp escapes from She-ra's lips when Kane's hands slide up
her belly and envelop her breasts, gently squeezing and kneeding them.
His fingers lightly touch her nipples, then pinch
them, sending powerful erotic shocks through her body.
From Catra's loud moans and cries, She-ra manages to sense that Kane
is plunging his tool into Catra's body even as he plays with her own
body! Then drug-induced visions flood the heroine's mind ... visions of
what Catra must be feeling as she's penetrated by that man. She-ra knows
what he feels like in her anus - he's done that to her several times since
capturing her. As her vagina burns from the sexual desire caused by the
gel, She-ra becomes desperate to have Kane plunge his tool into her
vagina. Every part of her body that is in contact with either Catra or
Kane now burns fiercely with sexual feelings due to the alien gel. Even
the sounds of Catra's moans and cries and the smell of their love-making are
powerfully arousing the drugged heroine. Soon she begins to cum from just
the intense sensory overload of feelings, sounds and smells, even as Catra also
begins to cum.
"Kuh-Kane ... nnnnhhh ... please ... I need ..." she manages
to say before Catra turns slightly and digs an elbow into the heroine's ribs.
As Kane bangs against Catra's body, plunging his tool into her pussy,
Catra reaches backward with her hands. One caresses She-ra's neck and the
other reaches down to cup a butt cheek. Then Catra makes She-ra yelp by
sliding two fingers into She-ra's anus. Keeping pace with Kane's driving
dick, Catra begins to trombone her fingers in and out of She-ra. As
Kane's thrusts become harder and more frequent, Catra begins to gasp and pant
and her fingers sometimes pause, then dig even deeper into She-ra's anus.
Kane removes his left hand from She-ra's breast and suddenly the
blonde hears Catra shriek, "YYYYEEESSSSS!!!" when Kane's hand begins
to caress the villainess' breast. A second later, Catra cries,
"OOOOOHHHHHH ... KKAANNEEEE!!" and her body slams against She-ra's
back as she convulses from a much more powerful orgasm. She-ra comes at
the same time. The chemical's effects and the touches and sounds and
smells have driven her over the edge into another orgasm.
Catra and Kane slowly stop their frenzied activity behind She-ra and
move away from her body. "MMMOORRREEE!" she begs. She
needs more orgasms to still the fires inside her body caused by the HordeWorks
gel. Both villains touch and stroke her body as they get dressed, but
neither really pays much attention to the woman, despite her begging. She
begins to cry as Catra and Kane slowly leave her cell. Her last view is
Kane's muscled back and tight red-and-black-clad butt.
"oohhh ... please ... do me, too,"
She-ra begs in the voice of a lost little girl as the metal door slams shut,
locking her in her cell. The itch between her legs must surely drive her
crazy if it isn't *scratched*!
CHAPTER
3
She Ra has a new life now. Most
of the time, she is kept locked inside her cell. She is always naked. Cat Ra enjoyed using the whip against She Ra’s body.
Then one day when Cat Ra came to pay her a visit, She
Ra rushed for Cat Ra. She Ra begged Cat
Ra, “Please I need sex. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Cat Ra smiled. She Ra fell down to
her knees and started licking and kissing and frolicking at Cat Ra’s evil sexy
legs. Cat Ra played with She Ra’s Blonde hair. Cat Ra
smiled “I will have sex with you, my dear. I will have sex with you.”
Later in that afternoon, Cat Ra had led She
Ra, by a leash on the former Pricness of Power’s Blonde neck. She really looked
like a horny slut.
Cat Ra had She Ra follow her to a lab. Once
there, She Ra was made to lie down. The scientists had
her nipples RINGED UP. Her pubic hair was shaved off and in
her pussy lips, were more RINGS inserted through.
She Ra moaned during the whole procedure while Cat Ra watched. “You
look delicious She Ra. I could eat you and fuck you”,
said Cat Ra. She Ra said, “Thank you Cat Ra. Thank you”.
But there was a reason why Cat Ra had brought her here. She was about
to be sent to Prime Horde. The mighty super heroine known as She-ra hangs from
chains, her famous costume lying on the floor at her feet. She feels
weak, beaten, and her shame is immense! Her formidable strength and
energy are almost completely gone. How did the Horde villains, Catra and
General Kane, rob her of her energies? After capturning her they strapped
She-ra to the MegaBeam and captured her jism as they
put anything and everything up her ass! Forbidden to break her virginity
by Horde Prime himself, they had to find ... other, more imaginative ways to
get the woman to cum. A special aphrodesiac gel made by HordeWorks
worked very well at stimulating the woman. The more they used it on her,
the more she came and the more she wanted of the gel.
For two days now she's been tortured and sexually abused - and worse,
the sexual abuse always stopped short of her receiving an orgasm. A
mind-ripping vaginal orgasm - her first - is always put off to *save* her for
Horde Prime.
* * * * *
"Get her ready for transport," General Kane orders two Horde
troopers on the third day of She-ra's captivity. The three are in the
small room holding the MegaBeam's control system and She-ra. The two
troopers move behind the terribly-weakened heroine. She-ra is so
exhausted and drained from the tortures and sexual ravishings done to her on
the three-day trip to Horde World, she's unconscious. Her head hangs
backward and her magnificent breasts jut forward as delicious, tempting targets
for fondling, sucking, squeezing or whatever.
After unhooking her cuffs, the two troopers wrap their metal arms
around the woman and drag her from the cell. "Time for you to meet
your new master, heroine," General Kane tells the reviving woman.
Through half-closed eyes, She-ra looks at Kane and begs,
"puh-please ... don't do this ... I ..."
"KANE! How DARE you take her without my
presence!" Catra screams at the man. She rushes down the corridor
from the spaceship control deck to confront Kane. "I demand the
right to accompany you to Horde Prime to deliver her!"
"Fine, Catra, you can come with us," Kane replies
smoothly. "I was just going to send one of these troopers to call
you after we got the woman fully awake," he lies with practiced
ease. "Go get that large metal container," he tells one of the
troopers, pointing to the jar holding She-ra's magical energies, drained from
her body by many orgasms. "We will drop this off at HordeWorks on
our way to Horde Prime."
* * * * *
Outside Kane's huge starship, the small party stops on a platform that
overlooks the base of the ship. "Wait a moment," Kane
orders. He turns She-ra around to face the ship. The woman is
barely conscious so Kane slaps her cheeks a few times until she opens her eyes
fully.
"Watch this!" Kane orders, grabbing a handful of golden hair
behind She-ra's head. He twists her face until she looks down at the base
of his starship. Suddenly two huge doors open and form ramps leading
from the ship's cavernous holds onto the landing dock. A moment later, a
loud humming noise begins. Soon the noise resolves into the cries and
laments of hundreds of Etherians as they move out of the ship onto the dock.
"Nnnooooo!" She-ra begs as she tries to turn
her head away from this terrible sight. Hundreds - a thousand or more of
her friends and neighbors were captured by her magical energies and brought to
Horde World for enslavement - enslavement for the rest of their lives.
Tears fall down the heroine's cheeks as she spots Princess Glimmer, Hurley
Burley, Bow, Madam Razz, and even her horse, Swift Wind! "NNNOOOOOOOO!!" She-ra cries when some of the
people below spot her standing naked on the platform above them.
"She-ra!" "Help
us!" "What's going on?" her friends cry out at the sight of the mighty heroine,
naked, shackled, guarded by Catra and Kane. Their despair plummets to new
depths - their mighty champion has fallen, there is no hope for them.
"<gasp> .. Nooooo! Swift
<choke> ... Swift Wind! You tooooo!?!" she cries at the sight of her
beloved horse being led down the ramp by a Horde trooper.
Kane and Catra keep She-ra exposed on the edge of the
platform. They want her to see every one of her friends walk off
into captivity on Horde World and they want the captives to see their last
chance for freedom defeated and humiliated. Both the future slaves and
the mighty She-ra will think twice before causing trouble, lest repercussions
fall upon the others.
* * * * *
After the holds have disgorged the last of the new slaves, She-ra,
Kane, Catra, and two Horde troopers enter
"Oohhh, st-stop ... don't!" the
heroine pleads as she stumbles through
"Hey, let me guard her!" Grizzlor demands. "I can
guard her better than a stupid ol' trooper!"
Catra and General Kane look at each other for a moment, then relent. "Okay," Catra says,
"but if you harm her ..."
"I won't!" the beast-man replies hastily, raising a palm
toward Catra's face.
"Oh no, I was going to say, IF you harm her, it's okay, as long
as you don't affect her virrrginity," Catra purrs, patting Grizzlor on his
shoulder. With that, the beast-man moves in front of She-ra and digs
his claws into her creamy white breasts, drawing blood around his dirty
claws. She-ra shrieks in pain and struggles to get away from Grizzlor but
can't with Kane and Catra holding her
elbows. When the foul beast slides one paw down her belly, raking it
with his claws and drawing more blood, She-ra's cries fill the city
streets. Around her, other Horde mercenaries shout and clap with glee at
her situation.
Sensing that Kane and Catra want to get moving again, Grizzlor takes
one last swipe at She-ra, slapping her face and dragging his claws across her
tight cheek. Four rivulets of blood form below her left eye, from near
her ear to near her mouth. She-ra screams in pain and struggles with all
her depleted energies, trying to lift her hands up to her face to stop the
horrible pain from Grizzlor's vicious attack. Her entire body burns from
the cuts caused by his dirty claws. Catra and Kane increase their grip on
her elbows and she's too weak to wrest them away to raise her arms. Her
head falls forward in shame as her blood drops down her front, soiling her
legs.
After reaching HordeWorks, Catra, Kane, Grizzlor, She-ra and a Horde
trooper carrying the metal jar enter the factory. The other mercenaries
mill around outside the factory. They intend to escort She-ra to Horde
Prime if she comes out of the R & D facility soon. Meanwhile, the
party moves upstairs toward ShadowWeaver's lab, stopping briefly at a grungy-looking
water tap to clean the caked blood off their captive. The cold water makes the
woman shudder and she winces when her recent cuts are vigorously scrubbed by
the villains. "Weaver!" Catra
yells, "we have a jug of She-ra's magical energy here for you."
Beside Catra, Kane growls in a soft voice at the way the woman is
taking all the credit for every aspect of this operation. "Catra, it
was I who started this project when I left here six days ago, so
please let me take some of the credit!"
"Of course I'll share the credit with you, my dear, dear General
Kane," Catra says in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I'm sure
there's enough credit for all of us." Kane bristles at the woman's
attempt to steal HIS glory. He's about to deck her with a solid punch
when ShadowWeaver suddenly joins the small group.
"Aaahhh, you've managed to capture the mighty heroine of the
rebellion!" Weaver hisses. She moves close to She-ra and gently cups
one of the heroine's breasts in her hand. She-ra flinches and tries to
back away but the trooper behind her won't let her move. "My
extraction engine worked well, then?" Weaver asks Kane. Now both of
Weaver's hands is squeezing and caressing one of She-ra's love mounds and the
blonde moans in pleasure at the tender feminine touch of the villainess.
"Worked like a charm," Kane replies. "She
responds better to cuddling than to torture."
"Really?" Weaver asks. "Well,
since we don't need her juices right now ..." and <SMACK> Weaver
suddenly slaps She-ra's cheek with the back of her hand. Blond hair flies
as the woman's head snaps sideways from the sudden and vicious
attack. <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK>
as Weaver slaps She-ra again and again, rocking the heroine's head from side to
side. When Weaver finally stops, She-ra is visibly crying from the pain.
"MMMMMRRRRROOOOWWWW!!" Catra gloats at She-ra's obvious
pain. "More! MORE!!"
"No, save some of her for Horde Prime, Weaver," Kane says,
moving closer to the two women.
"Well then, before you run off to Horde Prime, I want She-ra to
see this," Weaver says. She leads the small group over to one bench
and points to a cannon-like weapon atop it. The cannon is
aimed at a small hole in the side of a large metal chamber lined with shiny
white walls. "This is the time splitter," Weaver
explains. "We will use your energies, She-ra, to split time!
With YOUR help, we can travel forward or backward in time! Imagine
Etheria falling into our hands BEFORE you were born (assuming you WERE born and
didn't crawl out from under some rock). The possibilities are
limitless, all thanks to your energies!"
The Horde trooper deposits the cannister with She-ra's magical
energies on the bench by the time splitter and ShadowWeaver hooks it up to the
device. She gives the trooper instructions and a small metal wrench
and it moves into the metal chamber. Weaver then fiddles with some dials
on the splitter and finally pulls a switch on the box. The trooper
vanishes! "I sent him back five minutes," Weaver
explains. "I also sent him fifty feet away from here, so that when
he materializes, he doesn't destroy any of my equipment. At this time, we
can only send someone a short distance in space and a week or so in time, but
we will increase that time and distance now that we have her cum." A
second later, the trooper reenters the room from the hallway and walks over to
Weaver, handing her the wrench.
"MMMMMEEERRRROOOWWWWW!!" Catra roars. "We can
have FUN with that little toy!"
"Amazing work, ShadowWeaver," Kane says in a cool tone that
masks his feelings about the weapon.
"Gods, nooooo!" She-ra moans, fully-aware that
her energies make this weapon possible.
Kane lays She-ra's Sword of Power on the bench beside the cannister
and follows Weaver and Catra into another room. They have the trooper
grab one of the blonde's elbows in its vice-like grip and hold
her. Grizzlor moves close to the woman and begins to paw her perfect
body, dragging his nails across her creamy white skin. Still terribly
weak, she moans when he cuts furrows in her belly and back. He stoops
before the woman to sniff her love canal and licks at her mons with a
rough, scratchy tongue, making her cringe away from him.
"Pl-puh-please, Grizzlor, d-don't do this!" she begs.
After mauling her butt cheeks and thighs, front and rear, the man-beast rises to
his feet in front of the heroine.
"You always treat me like a joke, She-ra," Grizzlor
explains. "Not a joke! Not an animal! You learn ... you
learn good, She-ra!" he rants, waving a fist in
front of the woman's face. She cowers fearfully, knowing that his claws
can easily disfigure her face in her weakened state.
"Well, it's time to take this one <Kane points to She-ra>
to her new master," Kane says and he, Catra and wvr re-enter the
lab. He nods at the trooper guarding her and the creature jabs his
assault rifle into her back, pushing the woman toward the doorway of the
lab. Grizzlor joins the group as they head toward Horde Prime's throne
room, stopping briefly again to clean her newest wounds.
* * * * *
"We have a ..." Kane says, kneeling before Horde Prime.
"...special treat ..." Catra interjects, also dropping to
one knee before the ruler of Horde World.
"... for you, milord," Kane
concludes. He slaps She-ra's butt cheek, forcing the woman to move closer
to Horde Prime's imposing throne. Grizzlor and the Horde trooper
stand meekly at the back of the throne room, watching the heroine's descent
into Hell.
"So ..." Horde Prime says slowly, looking down at the
heroine. "This is the mighty She-ra. Tiara and wrist guards -
anything else left of her costume?" Horde Prime rises off his throne
and stands in front of it. His current image is of a 6' 5"
blue-skinned male with short horns on either side of his forehead and long
black hair in a pony-tail. He has on black thigh-high boots and trunks,
leather wrist guards with metal studs sticking out, and a hooded red cape that
reaches down almost to his knees. His maleness makes a huge bulge in the
front of his trunks and it gets larger as he slowly walks down the four steps
toward the captive heroine.
"Her boots and shards of the rest of her costume,
milord. I left her sword at HordeWorks," Kane replies
subserviently. He dumps a red, white and gold bundle on the floor beside
the woman. "Came apart when we whipped her,"
Kane explains, "to make her more controllable for you, majesty."
He hopes that Horde Prime won't be upset with this.
"Not a problem, General," Horde Prime says amiably when he
reaches the floor level of the throne room. He looms over She-ra as he
walks around behind the bound woman. She starts to turn to continue to
face him but he reaches out one of his huge hands, grabs her shoulder, and pins
her in place. As he moves behind the woman, he puts his other hand on her
other shoulder and looks at her bare buttocks. "Catra, I believe
that Weaver gave you one of her toys ...?"
"Herrrrre, my leader," Catra purrs, handing the
Power Whip to Horde Prime.
"Goddess, nooooo," She-ra thinks. "Horde
Prime! What vile things he must have planned for me! I ... I
must find a way to escape!" She struggles valiantly, shaking her
shoulders, stamping her bare feet on the cold tile floor of his throne room,
but can't escape his powerful grip. She feels his mighty fingers digging
into her milky white shoulders. "Noooo, you must not do this!"
she demands with false pride. "Stop this, Horde Prime, lest you feel
the wrath of the Goddess of Grayskull!" His soft chuckle and
continued squeezing of her shoulders answers her plea.
Although she can't see what's happening, She-ra quickly guesses that
the dreaded whip is about to touch her tender flesh again. "Ooohhhh, nnnooooo!! Don't!" she begs.
She hears a whirring sound and suddenly Horde Prime lifts her arms up over her
head. She-ra looks up to see a hook descending from the ceiling.
Horde Prime holds her arms up and neatly drops the link between her cuffs over
the hook. Another whirring sound and suddenly She-ra feels her arms being
lifted up by the hook, stretching her back and making her shoulders cry out in
pain.
"Ssttoooooppppp!" she cries as terrible pain lances through
her shoulders. So much of her mighty super powers were bled off by the
Power Whip and the MegaBeam. She's barely more than a normal woman in
strength and endurance now. Another whipping by that thing might kill her!
She dangles in the air, her feet several inches above the floor of the room,
facing Horde Prime's throne. All her foes stand behind her, including
Horde Prime, who probably holds that ...
<SNAP><CRACK><SIZZLE>
"UNH-UNH-UNH-UNH NNNNOOOOOO!!!" She-ra screams as the
devastating whip cracks through the air and wraps around her narrow waist, the
tip striking at one curvaceous hip. When Horde Prime presses the stud on
the handle and the whip begins to draw magical energy from She-ra's body, the
pain is almost unbearable. The stricken woman bucks and bounces as the
air crackles with the sound of the Power Whip bleeding off more of her
power. "NNHH NNHHH NNNHHH NNNHHH," she moans until the lash
finally stops shocking her body and falls away from her waist. She hangs
limply from the hook, her body aching terribly from the whip. If only ...
<SNAP><CRACK><SIZZLE>
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!" She-ra roars as the deadly lash
strikes her body again, this time wrapping around her chest, covering her
delicious breasts with its coils. Again Horde Prime presses the
activating stud and once again terrible arcane energies developed by
ShadowWeaver roar down the lash and rip the living magical energies from
She-ra's body. Again the poor woman bucks and twists in a vain attempt to
escape from the lash. Her tender breasts seem to explode in pain and for
a short eternity, she stops breathing as the lash sizzles and sucks her
energies. "no more!" the exhausted
woman begs weakly but ...
<SNAP><CRACK><SIZZLE>
Again the Hellish lash wraps around the heroine's waist and the tip
rips savagely into her mons, drawing blood and staining the yellow
hairs. Even when the whip is charged and begins to draw her super
energies, She-ra makes no response. She's passed out from all the pain
her body has had to endure. Horde Prime flicks his wrist and the lash
falls off her body. He coils the whip and hands it to Catra, then moves
closer to She-ra.
"Bring her," Horde Prime orders the mercenaries and as the
ruler of the Horde leaves his throne room, Kane, Catra and Grizzlor rush to the
unconscious blonde's body and lift her off the
meathook. Grizzlor throws the woman over one shoulder and the trio rush
to join Horde Prime. They catch up with him as he enters one of his
dungeons. As he approaches the door, his body changes and drops down to a
5'8" height and less-broad shoulders to navigate the narrow
passageway. He slowly descends cold, narrow stone steps into the inky
blackness, closely followed by hunched-over Kane and Catra. Grizzlor
follows, struggling to get down the narrow circular staircase with his huge
body and his feminine bundle.
The group finally reached the bottom of the circular staircase - a
dank, dark, drippy dungeon lit by a few torches along the walls.
"Kane, Grizzlor, clean her up and put her on the *horse*," Horde
Prime orders two of his companions. "You may leave us,
Catra."
Rebuffed by his *Imperious Leader* tone and aware that she can't call
him on it, Catra turns abruptly, her cape swishing deliciously behind her back,
and stomps back up the staircase. Long after her bootsteps are no longer
heard by the men, the villainess seethes from being kicked out. "I
EARNED the right to play with her!" Catra fumed. "Horde Prime
had no right to eject ME!"
Meanwhile, back in the dungeon, Kane and Grizzlor carry the
unconscious heroine over to a metal and fabric frame. The base looks like
a sawhorse found in many workshops. At the top, on either end of the
horse, are two arms that project up and outward one one side. There are
cuffs at the end of each bar and two more cuffs on the legs of the
*horse*. On the middle, in place of a saddle, there is a thick band of
fabric. Kane and Grizzlor hook She-ra's bare ankles to the cuffs on
the legs of the horse, place her belly on the fabric, and stretch her arms over
the top of the horse to the cuffs at the ends of the top poles. Her body
is thus pinned with her ass exquisitely exposed for whatever attention Horde
Prime wishes to visit upon it. The upper half of her body hangs
precariously over one side of the horse and parallel to the ground.
There's enough room for someone to move his hips close to her lips (either the
ones on her face or in her nether regions). They use a damp rag to
scrub some of the new blood off her body. She moans but doesn't
regain consciousness.
Horde Prime gestures once and Kane picks up a bucket from
the floor.
He flexes his arms and sloshes the load of ice water inside the bucket
outward. The water hits the heroine in her face and douses that and her
upper body. She gasps from the shock and shakes
violently in her restraints, then realizes that she's too weak to burst
even the thin, inch-thick metal tying her to the horse. "Oooohhhh,
whu-whu-what now, you bastard," she asks Horde Prime, beside her.
Parts of her tender flesh were ripped open by the latest whipping - the touch
of cold water on those raw patches burns intensely.
"I was going to just rape you, but I see you need sterner
measures, first, She-ra," Horde Prime replies, gently cupping one hand
under her chin to lift her face up to look at him. "You have made my
conquest of Etheria a constant headache for many years, She-ra, and now you
will have the opportunity to apologize, by serving me as my faithful mistress."
"NEVER, foul fiend!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Horde Prime says, nodding at Kane and
Grizzlor who are smiling at the scene. "As I said, I think you need
sterner measures. Grizzlor, would you like to begin?"
"Yes, master!" the man-beast grunts. He looks around, then takes a riding crop from a hook on a nearby wall.
For the next few minutes the thing works like a demon, whipping She-ra's
perfect white ass with the crop, until it becomes a streaked red mass.
She-ra's screams and shrieks dwindle away and her soft sobbing is the only
sound in the dungeon, apart from panting by Grizzlor. At one point,
the pain is so intense, She-ra soils herself and the
whip. Her humiliation overwhelms her mind and she belatedly wonders
how long before she loses her mind to the tortures she faces.
"Your turn, Kane," Horde Prime says, leaning against a
moss-covered wall of the dungeon. The Horde General steps closer to
the heroine and pulls down his skin-tight red-and-black leggings.
"I wanted you to do this on the ship, She-ra, but I also didn't
want to risk your escape," Kane says, pulling out his man-meat.
"I'd have had to have released you and let you drop to your knees to do
this properly." He trombones the shaft with his black-gloved left
hand as his right hand lifts She-ra's head up by pulling on her blond
tresses. "Wake up, woman!" he commands as her eyes begin to
close. He stops stroking his tool long enough to slap her cheek, making
the woman's head snap to her left before jerking to a stop - he still holds her
golden tresses.
As his tool rises to its full 9" length, Kane steps close to the
woman's face and, holding her head up by the hair and his right hand, his left
hand pinches her the joint of her jaw and forces her mouth open. He
inserts his manhood through the slit and hisses as her teeth drag along the top
of his shaft. "You'd better not bite me, She-ra," Kane warns
the heroine. "And you'd better learn how to do this on me - I'm sure
our merciful Master will not have the patience with your training which I
have!"
She-ra looks up at Kane through bleary eyes, her mouth filled with his
penis, nearly gagging on the meat inside her mouth and pressing down her
throat. She groans weakly as Kane begins to thrust his hips backward and
foreward. He now holds her head with both hands and rocks his head
backward as her mouth begins to arouse him. Harder and harder he slams
into her, the skin above his tool battering her nose mercilessly. Her
moans are delicious pleasure - they tickle his tool. Her thick lips are
tight on his penis and quickly build him toward an orgasm. Just a few
minutes after starting, Kane suddenly freezes and arches his
back. Holding tightly onto the woman's head, he pumps jism into her
mouth. She-ra gasps and struggles - his groin is pressed so tightly
against her face she can't breathe through her nose or mouth! She feels
like she's going to drown from all the sticky goo pouring into her mouth.
Finally, she manages to open the sides of her mouth to gasp for air.
Kane's milky white cum slithers out past her ruby red lips and across her
cheek.
While watching Kane, Horde Prime's own tool begins to grow and
swell. Upon Kane's finish, She-ra slumps in her bondage, beaten and
nearly unconscious. Now the Horde ruler wants to take this troublesome
heroine, to show her who her master is, and will be, for the rest of her
life. "Leave us," Horde Prime orders Kane and Grizzlor.
After Kane pulls up his leggings, the two mercs turn and head upstairs, leaving
the shape-shifter alone with the Princess of Power.
"Now that you're my prisoner, my slave, here on Horde
World," Horde Prime asks as he steps beside She-ra, out of her
line-of-sight, "you must realize the situation you're in. Who could
come to your rescue, woman, now that I have you?"
The barely-conscious woman doesn't react for several breaths, then
gasps, "Suh-sea-Seahawk."
Prime thinks for a moment, then his body
morphs into a good approximation of the Etherian malcontent and sometime Horde
associate. *Seahawk* then steps in front of the woman and gently lifts
her head up ... up ... up until the angle is so severe her neck must
snap. "She-ra ... my darling ... wake
up!" Horde Prime says.
"Sea-Seahawk?" the addled woman asks. "Whu-what
are ... are you doing ... here?"
"I've come to rescue you, my love!"
"Ooooohhhh, Seahawk!"
Horde Prime gently removes the wrist cuffs from the woman, then helps her to stand beside the horse. As she
totters above him on unsteady feet, the shapeshifter unlocks the cuffs on her
ankles. He then rises and lifts her, one arm beneath her back, the other
beneath her knees, and carries her across the dungeon to a large flat
table. He gently lays the woman on the table on her back, then steps back to look at her. She-ra is almost
unconscious but still manages to smile at *her saviour*. She even reaches
up to grasp his hand in hers. *Seahawk* squeezes her hand and smiles at
the beaten woman.
Horde Prime reaches down and rubs one hand on her belly, making her
moan from the pleasureable feeling. He leans down and gently kisses her
large reddish aureole and She-ra gasps at the touch of his lips. As the
mighty heroine lies helplessly on her back on the table, Horde Prime, still
disguised as Seahawk, moves around the end of the table to stand between her
ankles. He slowly pulls the woman down the table, holding her first by
her knees, then her thighs, until her crotch is at the end of the table.
His groin area grows fuzzy, then a penis
appears. Five, six, eight inches long, the thing continues to grow until
it becomes an obscene carrot-shaped object, twelve inches long, the size of a
child's finger at one end, three inches thick near his body.
"I must recharge your magical energies, my love," Horde
Prime tells the woman, "and this is the fastest way. Are you ready
for me?"
"Whu-what? I ... but ... oooohh,
yyyeessss, Seahawk, do it!"
Horde Prime slowly inserts the small tip of his tool into her love
canal and, with a mind of its own, like a serpent, it begins to twist and turn
and convulse as it slides into the woman. It slithers inside her, rubbing
against the walls of her love canal until it finally reaches her intact hymen
and pauses for a second.
"AAAoooowwww. What ...?" She-ra asks
as a short sharp pain occurs between her legs. She starts to rise off her
back but *her lover, Seahawk* gently pushes on her chest, forcing her onto her
back. She doesn't resist. Seahawk will treat her well - he's always
been a good friend. The disguised ruler of Horde World
leans forward and his mouth surrounds the tempting tip of one of her
breasts. As his lips press on the tender flesh, his tongue plays across
her engorged nipple. "OOouuuuuuunnnnhhh!"
She-ra moans as pleasure surges through her body. "Yesss, Seahawk,
my love, that feels soooo goood!" Suddenly her eyes open when she feels
roughly half of his shaft inside her - inside her and where no man has gone
before! "Whu-what are you doing, Seahawk?" the confused woman
asks plaintively.
Horde Prime pushes harder and harder against the tight pussy of
She-ra, driving more and more of his tool into her virginal canal. A
cruel smile flickers across his face - "I'm doing to you what you've done
to my forces for many years, She-ra!" he gloats, plunging harder and
harder into the woman. Suddenly a second *tool* begins to form, below his
*penis*. Like the first one, this new tool begins to grow and, although
longer, it's also slimmer. This second tool snakes its way under her body
and stealthily penetrates her anus. Again She-ra's eyes open wide from
surprise as the new penetration begins.
"AAooowww! AAAOOOWWWWW!! Stop,
Seahawk ... you're ... you're hurting meeee!"
"Hush my darling, and you will soon be
ready to escape," Horde Prime lies, making the thoroughly-confused woman
calm down and work with him. Their bodies begin to sweat as their
rhythmic thrusting gets harder and harder. She-ra yelps from
pleasure/pain (?) as *Seahawk's* twin tools plunge into her body. She
cries for more when his lips and tongue savagely attack one of her bulbous
tits. She gasps in pleasure as his hands run over her creamy white skin.
"OOohhhhh, yes, yes, YYEESSSS!!" She-ra moans as her libido swells
toward a mighty orgasm.
Suddenly her body arches off the table and she screams like a wounded
beast. For the first time in her life she experiences a vaginal orgasm
and it rips through her body and crashes against her brain. A second
quickly follows and she seems to almost float off the table. Then Horde
Prime has his own orgasm, or what passes for one. Slimy green goo pumps
out of his two tools and into the heroine. As She-ra's eyes close and she
writhes on the table in ecstacy, Horde Prime slowly morphs back into his tall,
purple form.
"<gasp> You ... you're ... not Seahawk ..." She-ra
pants when she sees that the being between her legs, INSIDE her, is not her
lover but is the evil Horde leader. "NNnnnoooo!" she moans from
this latest humiliation. "Ooohhh, nnnooooo!!" she moans.
"What ... nnnnhhh ... what have you dooonnnneee!!"
"Only the first step in my plan to make you my mistress, She-ra!"
"NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!" her agonized cry fills the dungeon,
echoing off the moss-covered stone walls. "NNNOOOOOOO!!"
She sags downward. Her body seems to have lost its will - her boobs
sag on either side of her chest in defeat. She begins to cry in loud
gasps at the realization of what's been done to her.
"CATRA!!" Horde Prime calls out as he steps
away from She-ra. Moments later the Horde mercenary charges down the
circular staircase and enters the dungeon.
"My lord?" the villainess asks when she skids to a halt on
the slimy stone floor of the dungeon.
"Make this one presentable, Catra," the ruler of Horde World
commands. "I may play with her again, tonight, and she stinks of
feces and sweat."
"At once, milord!"
Horde Prime heads up the stairs, leaving Catra and She-ra alone in the
dark dungeon. "My, my, my," Catra says in a sultry voice,
"so far the mighty rebel leader has fallen, eh,
She-rrrrrra? You don't look so mighty now, heroine. Has my
lord tamed you, beast?"
"Not ... tamed," She-ra manages to say as she's helped to a
seated position on the table. Catra stands beside She-ra and is helping
the blonde get to her feet. As She-ra rises to her feet, she feels a
slight surge in energy. Maybe *Seahawk*/Horde Prime was right - the
orgasm DID recharge her energies? Can she hope as much?
Emboldened by this surging feeling of power, She-ra suddenly jerks her
arm upward and her elbow hits Catra's jaw with a loud <CRACK>.
Catra falls backward and lands on the table top, barely conscious. She-ra
turns around and clasps her hands together, she then swings them down to hit
the red-covered belly of the villainess with a solid <THUD>. This
snaps Catra back upward but before she rises far, She-ra swings her clasped
fists in a roundhouse punch that hits the woman's cheek <THWACK> and
knocks her onto the floor on her side.
She-ra pants and has to lean on the table after this mighty
exertion. "Now, to escape this demon-filled planet!" she
resolves. "But I think I should put something on before I leave!"
The heroine quickly strips Catra of her cape, mask, leotard and boots.
She-ra quickly dons the villainess' costume and pulls the cape's hood up to
cover her blond tresses. She looks around the dungeon and finds a ball gag and takes that and the unconscious Catra to a set
of shackles on one wall. The naked mercenary is quickly locked in the
cuffs and as She-ra begins to put the ball gag on the woman, Catra begins to
revive. She struggles and hisses around the gag but can't stop She-ra from
completing her task. The cat is penned - for now!
"Give my regards to Horde Prime!" She-ra says, smiling at
her foe. She slowly begins to ascend the stairs leading from the
dungeon. "Hope I don't meet him or his mercs on the way
home!" She mentally pauses and asks herself, "and just how
DO I get home?"
* * * * *
"Maybe I do have one chance," She-ra decides, racing through
the dark streets of
"Better get out of here before they return," She-ra
realizes. She twirls her sword in a warm-up swing and slices a huge
hole in the cannister holding her magical jism and most of it splatters onto
the workbench and the floor below.
She-ra can hear the heavy thud of more Horde troopers nearing the
lab. "Gotta move!" she says to herself. "Hope
there's enough *juice* in this thing!" She fiddles with some
dials on the time splitter and steps into the metal chamber as the weapon
discharges a beam into it. She vanishes from sight as the hulking grey
troopers enter the lab.
* * * * *
(Is this the Fate of the Princess of Power)
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