6
A fully fledged banquet was in flow in the Great Hall of Hordak's wing of the Fright Zone. The mood was rambunctious. Every Horde lieutenant was called upon, and in attendance, no matter how freakish or reclusive. Wine and grog flowed, playful fights erupted, and crude victory songs were loudly sung. Slave girls in fetish attire of black leather emblazoned with Horde Insignia brought forth food and drinks to the Horde leaders, and were publicly used and abused as their wicked masters saw fit.
Hordak himself, dressed in black ceremonial armour and wrapped in a long cape, sat upon his throne and watched the bacchanalian goings-on with a keen eye. An oversized tankard filled with some kind of steaming, foul-looking grog sat in his grasp, which he swigged from occasionally.
Above his head - newly hung from the wall – was She-Ra's Sword of Power. It was framed, frozen and nullified inside a hanging case of pure Damzelite which glowed like garish neon.
Two large circular tables sat ahead of him, populated by his high command, and flanked by two long benches for his lesser minions: almost stretching the full length of the Hall.
To the musing Evil Lord's right - in the only darkened corner of the room - Shadow Weaver floated in meditation; a deep concentration regarding some internal vision and completely cut off from the debauchery around her.
Inevitably, She-Ra herself was the focal point of the celebration. She'd been placed on a stone pedestal in the centre of the hall and strung up to attention - star-shaped - with heavy leather straps. The bonds wrapped her wrists and ankles to a simple two-posted structure hewn again of Damzelite, which resembled a crude sacrificial altar. The captive Princess was still invitingly clad in her tight slave girl costume, and still collared and heavily gagged by the encumbering head harness.
By Hordak's whim, she'd been cruelly trussed up as such and offered to the Horde's numerous lieutenants in light of their victory. She'd been led in – humiliatingly, on a leash held by the Horde Lord – as part of some demonic parade, before being held up as its proud centrepiece.
As she stood high - bound and static - some merely fondled her helpless, voluptuous body displaying a hitherto contained lust for the Princess of Power. The more bitter and vengeful among the Horde ranks took the opportunity to beat her. In her time on Etheria, the Princess had got the better of just about every last one of them, and the chance for revenge against the helpless, enslaved heroine was too much for them to pass up.
If only I had my sword, I'd show them my power…
Raucous music broke out from a motley gang of mutant – with very odd horn-like instruments - at the side of the hall, and many of the revellers thudding their tankards against the long wooden tables in rhythm with their tune. As the raggedy music built up, Grizzlor - the humongous man-beast of the wilds of Etheria – stepped up to the pedestal to myriad cheers from his henchmen.
She-Ra lifted her head as the great furry brute passed in front of her, swallowing hard behind the gag, her wide eyes clearly conveying her fear as they looked down to the whip in his paw-like, clawed hand.
The Horde Lieutenant, swathed in his thick, greasy brown fur looked upon the bound hostage with hate-filled, blood-red eyes. Mere weeks before he'd been defeated by the heroine in his swampland domain; more or less left for dead. The stone beneath the captive heroine shuddered as he stepped closer to her. Without warning, the beast began his torture.
CRACK! CRACK!
With every rhythmic lash of the whip down She-Ra's helpless back the crowd roared. Her lush, tanned skin was beginning to redden and break; the tears starting to stream from her eyes. The Princess of Power was weakening by the moment, and the combination of Grizzlor's ruthless whip and the Doom Collar served to ensnare her with more pain than she'd ever been subjected to.
As Grizzlor cracked the leather whip once more, She-Ra moaned wildly into the thick gag, her body flailing.
"I must hold on, for Etheria's sake." The Princess chanted in her head, over and over again. Yet, through her body's torture, the weakness and the pain were seeping into her soul. As her eyes caught the faces of the taunting Horde, she knew she was falling into a defeat she never thought would come. Across the Great Hall, Hordak fixed his gaze on her, emotionless and cold. He could see the will of his nemesis being bent and broken before him.
CRACK!
She-Ra's tears soaked her cheeks. The mantra inside her head drew to a halt. Her soul was in its gravest danger. She steadied herself in the bonds, ready to succumb to her fate.
Mercifully, just as the Princess thought she couldn't take another lash, the whipping ceased.
As her torturer stepped down from the pedestal there was a brief silence of sorts - a pause in the proceedings - interrupted by a flash of light near the centre of the hall.
Catra suddenly appeared from a state of invisibility, posing wildly and dressed – rather alluringly - in She-Ra's costume. The bound and gagged heroine could only meekly shake her head at the humiliation as the leather bonds held her limp body in place.
"Purrrr!" Catra cackled and bowed as she made her show-stopping appearance, drawing widespread rowdy applause and wolf whistles of affection. The villainess slinked up to the pedestal with feline grace and smiled longingly at the blonde prisoner held there.
"How do you like my outfit, slave?" Catra giggled, twirling to pose for She-Ra and the crowd. The leather-clad prisoner could do little but hang her head in shame as the villainess gloated in front of her cheering Horde. Licking her lips, Catra moved closer. She slipped in behind She-Ra and unfastened her bustier, letting it fall to the ground, to even greater cheers from the crowd. The gorgeous, huge breasts of the Princess of Power fell free and heaved from her chest, glistening with the sweat of her ordeal. Catra gleefully snuggled in behind She-Ra and fondled them from behind, her dextrous fingers tweaking the nipples into a hardened state.
The crowd – and the band - had all but stopped whatever they were doing and watched eagerly as Catra caressed and massaged She-Ra's luscious breasts, leaning in to kiss her neck around the slave collar with unforeseen tenderness.
No… you can't take me… I'm the Princess of Power and Purity…
She-Ra – despite herself – felt the burning arousal in her bondage once more, more than ever. She turned, tilting her heavily-harnessed head, as if she wanted to kiss Catra. She salivated so much it came out of the side of the gag.
I must remain pure…
"Rriaow! Lovely slave…" Catra's tongue licked the drool from the soft cheek of the Princess, very slowly.
"Mmmmphhh! Ngghmmpph!"
She-Ra moaned wildly into the gag. From in front of the bound prisoner, Scorpia stood from her table and moved up to the pedestal – evidently keen not let her cohort take all the fun.
As Catra slipped her hands down to firmly grab her slave's ass cheeks, Scorpia gripped her pincers around her breasts, a sensation that sent judders through She-Ra's bound body.
Must resist… for the honour of Greyskull… I must resist…
Catra grinned maniacally, her face wild with excitement. Her hands roamed over She-Ra's body again then settled as she gently slipped her fingers beneath the leather thong from the front. She-Ra's eyes bulged and then closed in ecstasy as she felt Catra's gloved fingers touch her moist sex.
Scorpia gripped the Princess's breasts harder as she pulled herself close in to the prisoner, peppering her gagged face with soft kisses. The Hall remained in an almost silent state as She-Ra writhed erotically in the bonds and the touch of her captors, her blonde hair brushing Scorpia's face as she emitted gasps of pleasure into the gag.
Ngghh… can't resist them…
With the animalistic, evil beauties thrusting into her from side to side, and Catra's experienced fingers rubbing and teasing inside her, She-Ra was quick to orgasm. Her eyes bulged and she squealed loudly into the gag.
Ohhhh!
Across the room, Shadow Weaver jerked into action from her zen-like state. Hordak noticed immediately through the rowdy, captivated crowd and eyeballed her cautiously. She raised her hand high in the air, prompting the Lord of the Horde to slam down his tankard to the arm of his throne twice, stopping the party in its tracks.
"Silence!" Hordak roared. His glance turned back to his spectral advisor.
"They're close, Master. Closer than I thought." Shadow Weaver informed him, a chill in her raspy voice.
"You are sure, Weaver?" Hordak quizzed her. She nodded brusquely in response.
Hordak stood from his throne, arms raised above his head.
"The rebels are imminent!" He growled, drawing mostly murmurs of discontent from his Horde, eager to get back to the festivities. "The party is over, it is time for action." He pointed to She-Ra, still reeling in the clutches of Catra and Scorpia. "You have seen their Champion brought to her knees! A Slave! Now the same must happen to them. They must be crushed under the boots of the Horde."
Ahead of him, the Hordesmen – led by Grizzlor – stood up to attention in solidarity. The mood switched swiftly from disillusionment to sheer focus.
Hordak raised his arms once more to silence his troops. Shadow Weaver now floated by his side.
"Everyone to battle positions! Await my command." Hordak shouted, to immediate reaction.
The swathes of Hordesmen passed through the Great Hall in all directions, each shaking off the effects of the grog and the revelling to revert to their sworn duties. Across the Hall, She-Ra's two tormentors were forced to let her go.
"Rrriaow. Hope we get to play some more later, Slave."
Catra licked the juices of the Princess of Power from her gloved hands and turned away, a gloating smile across her lips. Scorpia too gave a grin and relinquished – reluctantly – her grip on the half-naked prisoner.
She-Ra collapsed, panting, held up only by the bonds. As she breathed heavily, the Doom Collar seemed to tighten again around her throat.
I must find the strength within me. Grayskull give me the strength…
"Not you two guards." Hordak growled as a pair of humanoid Hordesmen made to hurry past him. They stopped on the spot, awaiting their master's command.
"Take the prisoner to my personal chamber." Hordak smoothed back his silky cape and stroked under his chin. The two minions nodded, yet remained still. "Now, fools!" Hordak reiterated, loudly.
She-Ra could barely move a muscle as the guards untied her and pulled her down from the pedestal. As she was swiftly led into another darkened corridor of the Fright Zone, the Princess of Power couldn't help but speculate what lay next in store for her in this temple of horrors.
