>>115001841Why stop there? Imagine there's a black tie victory gala going on, with Catra in the middle of the table as a center piece. Arms and ankles cuffed to the center is a muffled Catra with her ass propped up in the air, surrounded by lobsters and souflets and the most decedant food you can imagine. People are mingling about, celebrating the defeat of the Horde, when all if a sudden Glimmer raises a glass and taps it with a spoon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming here tonight to celebrate the liberation of Etheria and the new age of the Princesses. But there is some left over business to be attended to. How shall we pubish our war criminal." She says as she motiond to Catra.
She turns to you.
"Anon, you won the coin toss. You are tonight's magistrate. We leave the sentencing to you." She laughs lightly, everyone in the room joins in.
Some handmaiden's procede to disrobe you and place a powdeted judge's wig on your head. They place a moveable stepping stool in front of the table and you walk towards Catra, who is vainly straining to get away.
Now Bow speaks up: "Let the trisl commence!"
And with that your off, pounding away at Catra's nethers while the spectator's giggle and cheer.
"That wasn't in Force Captain orientation." Jokes Scorpia to a blushing Perfuma.
Kyle hides hid eyes, but a satisfied smirk forms on his face as his long time bully finally gets her due. Entrapta takes notes.
And so it goes. Tears well down Catra's face as her eyes glass over.
Waitresses periodically come by to offer you refreshments and towel you off. Finally, you finish. Seahawk offers you a handshake and a cigar. Adora walks in front of the defeated Catra and remarks in a haughty tone: "You always were a quitter."
