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“Looks like your mine now, Adora.” Catra purred victoriously, resting the Sword of Protection under Adora’s chin. She jerked her head up to face her, and the blonde is only able to hold Catra’s mismatched eyes for a moment, before slipping back out of consciousness.
“Bring her inside,” Catra instructed to her follow Force Captain.
Heaving Adora over her shoulder, Scorpia stood up and brushed the excess snow from her jacket from that life-saving tackle. Entrapta, Catra and Scorpia meandered their way back through the flurries of the Northern Reach to the base they’ve been calling home for the past few days. Hordak sent the trio out in search of more First One's tech after Entrapta’s tinkering with the first piece she brought from Dryl; the same one that helped the Horde nearly win the Battle of Brightmoon. Un-surprisingly, Catra was very apathetic towards this whole mission from the start, that was, until she grasped a corrupted First One’s crystal she found while rummaging through Entrapta’s equipment.
“Don’t we have a blanket or something, a space heater, anything?!” Catra complained, pouncing from box to box of Entrapta’s things. Her soft fur, black scarf and winter jacket kept her just warm enough not to freeze to death. It was always warm in the Fright Zone, so adjusting to the cold temperatures proved to be a challenge none of them were thrilled about.
Entrapta remained at her computer engrossed in her work while the feline dug through her belongings. Scorpia walked over and was saying something to Catra, but she was too focused on getting warm to listen.
“Y-you know, I was thinking we could do something, just the two of us, out of office hours...maybe?” Scorpia fumbled over her words and attempted to lean back on to one of Entrapta’s crates, knocking it down and spilling the contents clattering to the floor. A glowing red piece of First One’s tech fell out and immediately caught Catra’s eye. Hastily picking it up, she looked over to where Entrapta still sat, unmoved.
“What is this?”
Entrapta glanced over her shoulder and as she did, panic flooded her eyes and she lunged towards Catra. “Be carrrreeeful with that!” She implored, trying to grab the crystal out of her hand, but Catra held it just out of reach.
“What’s so special about this? And why is it here?”
“It’s a corrupted piece of First One’s tech I haven’t been able to study yet. It has some kind of murder virus on it...I think.”
Looking baffled, Catra asked, “You brought along a murder virus and not a blanket?”
“Well it’s not just that silly! It infected She-Ra too and made her all loopy, seemingly under some kind of mind control. You know, come to think of it... I never really had the chance to study that.” Entrapta answered with a pensive look.
“And you couldn’t have mentioned this sooner?” The feline grimaced, but nonetheless, Entrapta had caught her attention.
After what had seemed to be an eternity, the three reached the base with a new body in tow. “Pack up, we have all that we need right here,” Catra lazily slung Adora’s sword over her shoulder.
“But just a little more time and I should be able too—”
“No Entrapta. We’re done here.” The Force Captain brandished the corrupted First One’s crystal in her claws, looking down upon Adora’s body lying at her feet. “With She-Ra under my control, that’s all we'll need.” She crouched down to observe her ex-best friend’s listless body, and she was out cold.
“I wonder which one of your friends I’ll have you annihilate first,” Catra laughed as a devilish smirk crossed her lips. That damned smirk.
No more than a few hours later, the three departed. Their massive Horde ship cut through ice and freezing waters at peak speeds, heading straight back to the Fright Zone. Catra stood at the bow of their ship, letting the frigid air gust through her amber mane and sting her freckled cheeks.
After securing their prisoner, Scorpia made her way from the ships cabin and cautiously approached the Force Captain, who stood in place, not even turning to see her arrive.
“I have Adora restrained in the Captains Quarters,” A voice spoke from behind Catra, who cursed under her breath. Scorpia heard of course, and hearing her captain's disapproval made her nervously scratch at the back of her neck with a pincher before continuing. “It was the only place that I could restrain her that wasn’t freezing."
Catra hissed and her tail lashed, displaying her displeasure.
"But it’s no big deal, it's not like you guys haven't shared a room together, right? We’ll be back to the Fright Zone by sunrise... so it's only for tonight. And if it makes you feel better, you can have my bed for the night! I’ll stand watch, not a problem at all boss.”
“You could have just tossed her in any room, she would’ve made it through the night. You didn’t need to be so courteous, Scorpia.” Catra tried her best at remaining calm, despite how infuriated she felt.
Scorpia could tell, and it left her lost for words. Disappointing Catra was one of the worst feelings she thought she could ever experience.
The two stood there, Catra facing out towards the dark sea and the whole time she hadn’t even turned to look at Scorpia. The more Catra allowed herself to think in the quiet, the more agitated she became with the thought of Adora's intrusion in her own personal room.
“Where’s Entrapta?” Catra questioned, shattering the silence.
“Well... I’m really not sure. Somewhere down in the hold doing her research, if I had to guess. Last I saw she was messing with that new piece of First One’s tech she found.”
“When did she— you know what, never mind. I don’t have enough energy to care.” Glaring down at her hip, Catra felt for the glowing crystal in her pocket. A burning desire of crushing Adora to smithereens washed over her suddenly, all this frustration has to go somewhere, she thought. “I’m going to check on the prisoner,” Catra said, pulling her hands up to her mouth and huffing to warm them before shoving them back in her pockets and stomping away towards her captain's quarters.
Entering the expansive suite, she found Adora sitting upright supporting herself, arms tied taut to opposite bedposts and ankles tied together, laid out towards the middle of the bed. The blonde groggily opened her eyes, stirring in noticing that someone had entered the room.
Catra had no time to waste and decided to skip her usual pleasantries; she was drained and quite frankly pissed off that Adora was in her presence. “What were you doing out here in the Northern Reach? Leave it to you to fall right into our hands, Adora.” A blank expression sat on Adora’s face and she wouldn’t look directly at Catra. She has the guts to ignore me? Catra pushed harder. “Don’t feel like talking? I figured as much from you.” She fished the crystal from her pocket and held it out towards Adora, waiting for her to react in a similar fashion to how she did earlier.
Adora’s eyes snapped forward, glitching between blood red and her usual blue. “Catra, get that away!” She shrieked, thrashing in her restraints and trying to wiggle free to cover her ears. A grin crawled across Catra’s lips because Adora gave her exactly what she wanted, to see Adora have a flaw; something she couldn't control, and that was so fulfilling to Catra. She slipped her new toy back into her pocket with a feeling of wicked power, something she could finally hold over Adora, who always seemed to have had the upper hand.
"I figured that’d grab your attention. Now, let’s try this again,” She said, taking a few steps closer to the foot of her bed. “What exactly are you doing up here? Tell me now.”
Adora’s eyes glazed over as she looked directly up at Catra, answering her question promptly. “We heard about a First Ones signature in the Northern Reach. Bow’s tracker pad detected it and we heard there was a potential of Horde presence and I wanted to find it, and you.”
Catra was taken back after Adora answered without hesitation as the blonde sat there, her face flushing when the glaze left her eyes. Her eyes darted over her own body, then to both of her wrists, proceeding to twist again at her restraints. She was baffled and horrified at what she admitted, cursing herself although it was the truth. But, Catra didn't need to know that.
“Stop struggling Adora, there’s no use. You're my prisoner now.”
As the last vowel left Catra’s lips, Adora abruptly stopped her thrashing. In confusion and disbelief, she looked to Catra, who was mirroring her expression.
And that’s when the realization struck Adora, she couldn’t move her own muscles to resist even when she told her body to do so.
A silent tear spilled past her eye and rolled down her partially frostbitten cheek, making her gut harden as she realized exactly what was going on. She’s felt this way before, and not too long ago. The same way she felt at Dryl, except on that occasion, that very crystal was secured in one of Entrapta’s mechanisms; not in another person's hand and this time, Catra held it in her own. Adora knew she was in for something she could have never prepared for, as millions of thoughts rushed through her head in mere seconds. This was bad, really bad. She glued her eyes to the sharp outline of the crystal in Catra’s winter coat.
“Princess, what’s wrong? Too weak to fight back?” Adora screwed her eyes and lips shut as Catra teased her. “Look at me,” Catra growled, noticing Adora was doing her best not look her in the eye.
“Am I scary now Adora, or what's the matter?” Catra prodded at her some more. Adora let out a small whimper but snapped her head up even as she tried to fight it, just as Catra commanded.
Catra looked on, slack-jawed as the realization finally hit her as well. “Oh, this is too good. So, my First One’s tech has mind control over She-Ra and Adora? Would you look at that." She could see the fear in Adora's eyes, only further confirming she was right.
"Say, why don’t we test out this new trick? ” Catra practically purred, her eyes widening in excitement on her prey.
"Catra, you have to stop this." Adora urged her, but the feline completely ignored it.
“Here’s an easy one, stay still; don’t move.” Adora’s muscles tightened at Catra’s command, her arms still tied perpendicularly to her waist.
"Listen, you don't have to do this," Her pleas went unheard.
Catra menacingly strutted closer towards the edge of the bed, tail flicking behind her whilst hearing Adora’s heartbeat quicken with each pace. Delicious, she thought as she crawled onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed by Adora’s side. She watched her intently, and smelled the fear permeating from her body. Adora's eyes nervously looked over at her, horrified of what she had in mind.
Catra put her thumbs under the bottom of Adora’s jacket and compression shirt while Adora was too busy examining every move she made, unable to do anything about it regardless. Catra glanced at Adora and gave her an innocent wink before hiking both garments up over Adora’s sports bra, exposing her toned core to the frigid temperatures. Catra drew her claws out, eyeing that freshly exposed torso with a vengeance.
“Catra, please don’t,” Adora begged in preparation for a strike.
“What? I’ve gotta test out how this whole thing works, it’s intriguing,” Catra spoke coyly, inspecting her freshly unsheathed claws. "Consider this... me helping out Entrapta with some experiments."
Adrenaline jumped through her veins and a clawed hand lunged at Adora’s waist, making the blonde flinch as much as her body allowed. Adora was caught off guard as Catra’s hand slowed and she felt the feather light touch of claw’s raking her sensitive flesh.
Adora shuddered, bit her lip and attempted to move her arms down to get Catra’s paw off of her, to no avail. She couldn’t move, as Catra had instructed. Panic started settling in her as she realized the severity of this control. She was fully trapped within her own body and there was nothing she could do about it.
Amused at the reaction she evoked the first time, Catra dragged both sets of claws down Adora’s ribcage, causing her to let out a pathetic squeak.
“Catra, enough! You—you’re being childish!” The blonde shook her head wildly as the sensation traveled up her spine.
“Now Adora, is that any way to talk to your Captain?" She clicked her tongue, "Seems as if you need taught a lesson already. Shame.”
Adora’s jaw dropped in disbelief at the way the Force Captain was treating something so serious with such carelessness. Catra began tapping her claws on her soft skin as if she were impatient, indulging at the sight of Adora puffing her chest and scrunching her face in preparation. This time, she made her drag last a little longer, and even more unbearable.
"Fuck, Catra,” Adora groaned, trying to hold her composure as Catra stared her down.
“You really can’t move, huh? That always made you squirm.” The Force Captain was satisfied with her results, but she wanted to see more. Maybe Adora was obeying because of the pain she could cause her, or maybe she's just bluffing and sat still just to prove some kind of point. Regardless, she has strong willpower, even Catra would admit; she knew how much Adora couldn’t stand her claws on her stomach.
Catra got up off the bed and cut the ropes tying Adora’s arms to the bed posts. She watched Adora’s arms stay fixed in place even when she cut the ropes, as if she didn’t cut them. The tension in Adora’s arms didn’t falter. She then proceeded down towards Adora's ankles, cutting the bound rope with one claw.
“You have got to be kidding me, this is perfect!” Catra giggled at Adora’s utter misfortune. “Want me to do it again?”
“No, do not. This isn’t fair."
“Nothing is fair, Adora. But I guess you wouldn’t have ever had to learn that.” Catra snapped. “Now let's try something else that’s a tad more strenuous than staying still. Stand up,” Unable to listen to her better judgement, Adora shimmied down to stand at the foot of the bed before Catra. Still able to articulate her own thoughts and emotions, Adora attempted to plead with her again.
“Catra whatever you do, don’t get that crystal back out. I can’t promise I have control and I don't know what's going on... y-you saw what that thing did to me."
"You're telling me as if I should care."
Adora grew disheartened. "It's also extremely painful, so, please?"
“Noted. I’ll consider your request,” Catra smirked back. Motioning a claw to the floor in front of her, she directed Adora. “Come closer.” Adora’s legs were heavy, but they took a few lumbering steps closer to her. She was so close to the crystal, if only, Adora thought.
Catra yanked Adora’s shirt back down over her torso and Adora sighed with relief as she could feel her body starting to heat back up. Tilting her head up, Catra begins unraveling the scarf around her neck. What the hell is she doing? Tossing the scarf aside, she takes a pace closer to Adora so they’re breathing in each other's air. She inhaled Adora's potent scent, beginning to run a nail across the exposed bite mark on the hollow of her neck and feeling the visibly raised and scarred skin.
“You really brought me over to here to see that?” Adora questioned, puzzled. It was an old scar Adora knew that she’d left, one that she didn’t mean to make. Catra remained steadfast, deviously staring down at her. “W-Well, what do you want me to do about it? Apologize? I’m sure I could find some from you, but you don’t see me fussing over it.”
“Do it again,” Catra gestured to her neck. It took a moment for both of them to process what was said, but before Adora could object, her eyes glazed over and her heavy head fell into the crook of Catra's neck. Sucking and biting, Adora mindlessly followed Catra's instruction.
"Mmmm, Adora. Perfect,” Catra purred, grabbing the base of Adora’s ponytail and pulling her in deeper, allowing herself to get caught in the moment. For a second Adora felt similarly; as if she is willingly doing this. Lips, teeth and tongue grazing Catra's skin was all too natural for her, resurfacing all of the feelings she had been trying to suppress and forget for the past few months. It felt so satisfying, and even more genuine.
Catra’s tail lashed back and forth behind her, with the pleasure of holding Adora in her arms again intoxicating her, making her forget why they were both there in the first place. A slightly harsh nibble from Adora snapped Catra back into that focus and state of mind she needed to be in.
“Stop, Adora.” Just as quickly as she commanded, Adora’s lips ceased and she took a step back. The both of them were panting slightly from the contact and even Catra found it difficult to look her in the eye. With a reddened face and puffed lips, Adora stared at the cold floor beneath her torn boots. Whether in shame or excitement, neither of them was sure. Catra ran a hand over her own neck, admiring the divots of teeth marks and raised skin where Adora's mouth was.
Catra was satisfied, shocked, and beyond words. She walked away from Adora, making sure to brush her tail under the princess’s chin as she strode past. “Oh, don't look so glum. Are you going to behave yourself?” Adora glared at her, face still flushed, to meet Catra’s unforgiving gaze.
“Yes,” Adora answered quickly.
“Alright, I'll take your word for it. Don’t try anything, and you may relax now, princess.” At that, Adora’s body flopped back onto the mattress releasing a heaving sigh, trying to mask the sobs she's been holding back this entire time. She didn't need this, and she couldn't hardly stand to be a prisoner for the Horde, especially under Catra who would do anything to make her life a living hell.
Catra heard her cries of course, her ears perking up and twisting in the direction of the sound, causing a mischievous smile creep across her face. She allowed herself to bask in Adora’s whimpers and stifled cries for a few moments before turning to walk back to where Adora lay. Running a needle-like claw up the blondes leg, she chuckled as Adora’s body—her body—tensed at the touch.
“We are going to have so much fun together, Adora.”