"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 Pearlwhite River. They villages are on a line from the huge Horde base in Trompa. Hey, it's like they've drawn a line from Trompa toward the Whispering Woods!"
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 village of Columbiad, Adora dismounts Spirit and looks for signs of her enemies. All is quiet in the pre-dawn stillness. Raising her sword over her head, the rebel leader says, "For the Honor of GreySkull....... I am She-ra!!!!" and there is a flash of light. Suddenly the comely blonde rebel is replaced by the stunningly lovely heroine She-ra and her horse, Spirit, changes into She-ra's steed, Swift Wind. "Looks like maybe ten men and five carts," She-ra says as she prepares to sneak into the village. She tries to reach out with her mind to identify who's in the village but nothing happens. Either no one else is there or some kind of magic is hiding their presence. A good sign that there might be some of the Horde's mercenaries hidden in the village! The Princess of Power lowers her arms and moves silently across fields denuded of grain years ago toward the deserted village of Columbiad. She enters the edge of the village and creeps into it, her back pressed against walls and keeping her footfalls as light as a feather.
"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 Main Street for 'downtown Columbiad'. "Look who's come by for breakfast." The cold morning air has the nipples on both women straining against the tops of their costumes, like miniature warheads tracking their foes. As they speak, small clouds appear at their mouths when their warm breaths crystallize in the chilly air. The men guarding the carts spin around and move to join their leader.
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!"
. . . to be continued!
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