Kuvira's Trap (NSFW ver.) (Patreon)

"Elegant, isn't it?" Kuvira's husky, low voice hummed in the large, metal plated room. She scoffed, "Well, brutish, simple, indulgent - but elegant in a certain way. Wouldn't you say, Avatar? Or is it too hard to speak?"

Korra's humiliation was complete. Beaten in battle, captured and now held in such a way that she wasn't even bound. No chains, no cuffs, no rope and yet she was utterly paralyzed. Arms overhead, her bruised hands were making indents in the enormous pillar that towered above her. She was forced to bare its weight or be crushed. The pillar itself was made of unbendable platinum, and as for the metal in the room, or the copious sweat on her skin - the powerful woman was under so much back-breaking pressure that one twitch could be catastrophic. Bending her way out of this wasn't an option.

"Th-this is n-nothing! Just wait!" Korra spat, voice shaking and a vein throbbing in her neck as she spoke.

Kuvira made a motion to somebody out of Korra's line of sight, then with a screech and a crash, more weight was added to Korra's load. The Avatar let out a harrowing yell. She grit her teeth and hissed, spittle flying forward. She almost buckled but her muscles swelled further and she locked her knees and elbows. Her eyes bulged, and as Kuvira stepped close the crazed idea of letting the weight fall on both of them crossed her pain addled mind, albiet briefly.

With a flick of her wrist, Kuvira turned a metal band on her wrist into a sharp blade and pressed it softly to Korra's neck. "My generals want me to execute you - but I don't want you dead, Avatar."

The blade moved down, and started to cut at Korra's tightly stretched top.

"I want you broken..."

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Korra's breasts burst free of the fabric, and Kuvira ripped the final shreds away with sadistic glee. Korra was astonished, enraged, hot with fury and embarrassment. She could do nothing to wipe the smirk from her enemy's face as her chest was eyed up like she was some kind of doll.

Unfortunately, every gasp and grunt would only make her look better. Her full breasts quivered atop thick, defined pec muscles that pushed them out and twitched with the enormous tension she was under. Each time she took a breath they pushed out further, and the skin of her otherwise fatless body shrank around her upper obliques, only to squeeze around shredded eight pack abs on the exhale.

Korra opened her mouth, teeth bared. Her jaw hung open, but she only managed a humiliating rasp before closing her eyes. She couldn't even think. It felt like her bones were cracking. The pressure she could feel inside her muscles was an inferno that only kept increasing as she refused them the mercy that would kill her.

Then, she knew it was coming, but still wasn't fully prepared for it. Kuvira's bare hand grabbed at her left breast, squeezing the wet mass firmly, palm grinding against her nipple. Her other hand traced her serratus and then hooked her fingertips beneath the thick ridge of her lower oblique.

"I must admit, Avatar, this is impressive. You've put some work in since we last met."

Maybe it was the hour of being forced to hold the weight that took the girls pump to something beyond normal, but the teardrop quads and ballooning calves all the way up to the bulging, vein-mapped biceps and forearms went some way beyond a normal human. But being the Avatar shouldn't make her physically stronger... this was all effort.

Korra hadn't seen Kuvira this close - the woman had a beauty to her that was unexpected. A slim face, high cheekbones and thin lips, with a beauty spot just under her eye. She held an enrapturing authority by just the expression she held.

"Oh, my..." Kuvira made eye contact for a moment and Korra shut her eyes to avoid it. She thumbed at each of Korra's stiffened nipples for a few moments, then tugged at her underwear, peeking down before letting the elastic snap back into position. "You crazy bitch, some part of you is enjoying this..."

Korra shook her head, spraying sweat from her sopping hair. It was... complicated. If she hadn't already been purple in the face she would have blushed. Her training with Asami, utterly extreme and shameless as it had become, had apparently left something deeply seated in her. The thing keeping her alive was the thing only humiliating her further.

Kuvira bit her lip "Look me in the eye, Avatar - are you that much of a coward?"

Shallow as the jibe was, it worked enough to earn a hateful glare through Korra's reddened, teary eyes. Kuvira made the same motion as she had earlier, and this time Korra had a split second to react to the screeching metal.

"N-no!!" she howled, another weight slammed over her. Through the impact she felt a click in her left wrist and right ankle with a wave of rapturous agony. Her shoulders sagged, her body twitched away from the weight. Korra could feel her spine protesting as the weight lowered by inches. She knew her body was moments from defeat but vowed to fight for every second. Her vision was darkening, blurring and she could barely focus on what was in front of her. Just lift. Push.

Then Kuvira's mouth was on her breast, tasting the salty sweat, tongueing her nipple. Kuvira bit down, hard. First, teeth marks on the breast itself, then onto the nipple. She bit and pulled hard, and kept pulling as she looked up to the screaming woman above her as she was showered with dripping sweat.

Adrenaline and fury, and perhaps more that Korra could never admit to welled up in the Avatar and she had no choice but to use it. She screamed and pushed until she felt like her head would burst, no option but to put full pressure on her injuries and pretend that they weren't throbbing. Her spent muscles were being taxed beyond limits, now spasming and tearing and betraying her. Kuvira, for her part, chomped and tugged and pinched until Korra had managed to lock her body into the straight up hold again. She then stood up and wiped her mouth, casual as if she had done no more than spot a weightlifting friend.

"I thought so..." she said, putting her hand beneath Korra's chin. "Don't break just yet, Avatar. We have days of fun ahead..."