The Aesthetics of Fascism: How "Pretty Privilege" Sanitized Kuvira’s Concentration Camps
(If you are a Kuvira apologist who thinks military dictatorships are "girlboss culture," do yourself a favor and block me right now. My block button is well-oiled, my notes are heavily fortified, and today, I am choosing absolute, unadulterated psychological violence.)
I am back on my soapbox, and I am about to get ten times more feisty, fiery, and brutally honest than I was before. In my last post, we talked about how this fandom treats Mako’s relationship mistakes like war crimes while treating Bolin's actual collaboration with a dictator like an oopsie-daisy. But today? Today we need to look directly at the dictator herself. We need to talk about the terrifyingly lazy, puritanical, and visual-deep hypocrisy of the Legend of Korra fandom regarding Kuvira.
Let's cut right through the noise: a massive sector of this fandom completely sanitized, excused, and romanticized a brutal, totalitarian military dictator who locked up dissenters in re-education camps, ethnically cleansed non-Earth Kingdom citizens, and built a nuclear spirit-weapon. And why did they give her a pass? Because she has a sharp jawline, high-fashion armor, and a smoky, seductive voice courtesy of the immensely talented Zelda Williams. Pull out your history books and your canon logs, because we are breaking down the absolute rot of Kuvira apologetics.
I. The "Sexy Dictator" Anesthetic & Voice Bias
Let's name the elephant in the room first. Zelda Williams delivered a vocal performance that was a masterclass in magnetic, terrifying authority. Her voice is deep, raspy, confident, and undeniably attractive. But the fandom's response to this was utterly unhinged. They took a character's aesthetic appeal and used it as a moral shield. The moment a villain is visually symmetrical and vocally attractive, a toxic sector of the internet completely detaches their critical thinking skills. They mistake their own physical arousal or aesthetic admiration for narrative justification. They didn't see a fascist; they saw a "dommy mommy" in uniform, completely reducing a deeply dark, political storyline about the dangers of extreme nationalism into a shallow, horny internet meme.
II. The Literal Reality of the Earth Empire Camps
Fandom loves to use the sanitized, PG-rated corporate buzzwords of the show—"re-education camps"—to avoid looking at what Kuvira was actually doing. Let's look at the chronological and canonical facts of Book 4. Kuvira didn't just build a big army; she forcibly annexed sovereign states by starving them out via resource blockades until they signed away their autonomy. And if anyone resisted? If anyone questioned her absolute authority? They were thrown into forced labor camps. The show explicitly states that she rounded up people of non-Earth Kingdom descent—specifically Water Tribe and Fire Nation citizens—and sent them to these camps. That isn't "unifying a nation." That is systemic, racially driven ethnic cleansing and political persecution. But because she looks elegant doing a metalbending kata, fans act like she was just a misunderstood patriot.
III. The Unforgivable Betrayal of Bataar Jr.
People love to talk about how Kuvira "loved her people," but she didn't even love the man she promised to spend her life with. When Team Avatar captured Bataar Jr. and Korra threatened to separate them forever, Bataar broke down and begged Kuvira to stop the invasion for the sake of their love. And how did the Great Uniter respond? She tracked his radio signal and fired a nuclear-grade spirit-energy cannon directly at his location, actively trying to vaporize her own fiancé just to eliminate her enemies. She is a cold, calculated sociopath who treats human lives—including the lives of her inner circle—as disposable political currency. There is no warmth in her; there is only an unquenchable thirst for absolute dominion.
IV. The Toxic Double Standard of the Villain Redemption
This is where the hypocrisy becomes a literal joke. The fandom will tear Korra to shreds for being "too aggressive" when she's dealing with acute PTSD, and they will hound Mako for over a decade because he broke up with two girls poorly. But Kuvira? Kuvira can point a giant, automated death-robot at a civilian city, blow up Republic City's naval fleet, nearly slaughter thousands of innocent people, and the fandom rejoices when she gets a "redemption arc" in the comics. They demand absolute moral perfection from the heroes, but the second a gorgeous female villain sheds a single, calculated tear and says "I was just trying to help my people," the fandom throws her a parade.
V. The Eradication of Her Victims' Voice
When you rationalize Kuvira’s crimes, you are participating in the erasure of the characters who actually suffered under her boot. You are ignoring Opal’s grief over her family being locked up, Suyin’s devastating realization that her surrogate daughter became a monster, and the literal nameless citizens who were stripped of their homes and dignity. Kuvira is a phenomenal, terrifyingly realistic villain because she mirrors real-world historical fascists who used charisma, order, and visual propaganda to mask their atrocities. But treating her as a romantic icon or a misunderstood "girlboss" completely spits in the face of the show's brilliant critique of authoritarianism.
Kuvira is an immaculate piece of character writing, but she is a monster. She is a war criminal. She is a fascist dictator who would have happily wiped Republic City off the map to satisfy her pathetic ego. Stop letting a sexy voice and a sharp jawline blind you to literal human rights abuses on screen. Enjoy the villain, love the vocal performance, but fix your political literacy.
Reblog if you can separate a character's aesthetic from their war crimes.
technically it’s not a new art because i draw this months ago hehe. but yeah, please enjoy this art of Kuvira in casual fits oh and to cleanse your eyes from the leak hahaha
╰┈➤ Concept of a yandere alphabet: It is a format that breaks down the psychology and behaviour of a "yandere" character across 26 prompts from A-Z
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A – Affection (How does she show affection?)
Highly practical and disciplined. She provides the finest luxuries her empire can offer—custom metal armor, private quarters, and personal security. She expresses love through absolute protection and total integration into her daily military routine.
B – Blood (How messy does she get?)
Extremely clean. She is a dictator, not a chaotic slasher. She prefers bloodless neutralization, using her rapid-fire metal bands to pin rivals down. If blood must be spilled, she delegates it to her loyal military forces so her own hands stay clean for you.
C – Clingy (How attached is she?)
Stoic but omnipresent. She will not constantly smother you with physical affection, but you are required to be by her side at rallies, military briefings, and dinners. Her presence is heavy, looming, and inescapable.
D – Domestic (Do they want a family/home life?)
Yes, but on her terms. She envisions a highly structured, flawless domestic life inside a secure stronghold like Zaofu. Any children or home routines will be managed with strict efficiency.
E – Esteem (How does she view her darling?)
She views you as her ultimate prize and her equal in importance, if not in authority. You are the gentle peace she fights for, the only person allowed to see her vulnerability when her commander’s facade drops.
F – Fight (How does she handle a rival?)
Like a political dissident. She doesn't throw public tantrums; she quietly abuses her power. Rivals are blacklisted, reassigned to distant, dangerous outposts, or sent to reeducation camps under the guise of "national security."
G – Game (Is it a game to her?)
Never. Kuvira is intensely serious. To her, securing your love and loyalty is a critical strategic campaign. She calculates every move, conversation, and restriction to ensure you stay dependent on her.
H – Hell (What is her worst nightmare?)
Abandonment. Because her biological parents cast her aside as a child, you leaving her or betraying her trust will completely fracture her composure, triggering a cold, ruthless lockdown.
I – Ideas (What is her ideal relationship?)
You standing proudly beside her as the Consort of the Earth Empire. She wants a relationship built on absolute loyalty, order, and mutual respect—where you willingly accept her absolute authority over your safety.
J – Jealousy (How jealous do they get?)
She will not yell; her eyes will simply narrow, and her posture will stiffen. The person who made her jealous will find themselves facing the full, intimidating weight of the Supreme Commander's military pressure by sunset. She just makes herself incredibly intimidating towards that person.
K – Kisses (How does she kiss/show physical intimacy?)
Dominant and possessive. Her touch is firm, often grabbing your jaw or waist to anchor you to her. Her kisses are a silent reminder of exactly who you belong to.
L – Love (What kind of love does she have?)
Authoritarian and protective. It is a "velvet glove over an iron fist" dynamic. She genuinely believes she is doing what is best for you, completely blind to how her suffocating control might be harming you.
M – Muzzle (Will she restrain her darling?)
Without hesitation. If you try to run, she will comfortably pin you to the floor or wall using metalbending. You will be placed in a high security, platinum reinforced room where your movement is entirely subject to her permission.
N – Naughty (How does she punish disobedience?)
Through cold isolation and the stripping away of privileges. If you break her rules, she will restrict your visitors, lock down your quarters, and treat you with a chilling, detached military discipline until you submit.
O – Oppression (How much does she restrict freedom?)
Totally. Your schedule, your friends, your diet, and your location are all logged by her intelligence officers. You live in a beautiful, luxurious cage that is heavily guarded.
P – Patience (How patient is she?)
Extremely patient when executing a plan, but entirely impatient with emotional defiance. She expects her orders to be followed immediately and will swiftly crush any rebellious attitude with cold logic. (#my brat tamer gf😣 srry gang I'll continue writing 💔)
Q – Quiz (Does she test your loyalty?)
Yes. She will create subtle trials such as leaving an exit unguarded or asking your opinion on a political rival to see if you choose her over the outside world.
R – Regret (Does she ever feel guilty?)
Rarely. Just as she justified crushing cities for the "Great Unification," she justifies her tyranny over you as a necessary evil to keep you safe from a chaotic, dangerous world.
S – Stalker (How does she track you?)
Through state-sponsored surveillance. She doesn't hide in bushes; she uses a network of military spies, guard patrols, and scout airships to ensure you are never truly alone. Connections are indeed powerful and she fortunately has those privileges to surveillance.
T – Tears (How does she react to your crying?)
It softens her iron exterior, but it does not change her mind. She will wipe away your tears and hold you tightly, whispering that she takes no pleasure in locking you away, but that you "forced her hand."
U – Unfair (How hypocritical is she?)
Completely. She is allowed to have secrets, command armies, and make life-altering decisions for both of you. You, however, are expected to have absolute transparency and zero independent secrets keeping just one would not do with her, it's just best to be as transparent with her.
V – Value (How far will she go for you?)
She would divert an entire military division or utilize her spirit-vine weaponry to retrieve you if you were taken from her. You are worth more to her than the crown of the Empire.
W – Wit (Can you outsmart her?)
It is incredibly difficult. Kuvira is a master tactician who anticipates her enemies' moves three steps in advance. Any escape plan you concoct will likely be predicted and countered before you even attempt it.
X – XoXo (What is her soft side like?)
Rarely seen, but incredibly intense. When you are entirely alone in her private quarters, the rigid commander melts away. She will rest her head on your shoulder to lazily play with your hair, letting out a rare sigh of relief, exhausting her heavy burdens only to you.
Y – Yearn (How does she handle long separations?)
Terribly. If military campaigns keep her away from you, she will demand daily, detailed radio reports on your well-being. Her focus on the battlefield will noticeably sharpen, driven by a desire to crush her enemies quickly so she can return to your side.
Z – Zenith (What is the absolute breaking point?)
Seeing you actively side with Team Avatar or the rebel forces against her. Believing that the one person she trusted has betrayed her will trigger a terrifying psychological break leading her to permanently lock you away in a hidden underground bunker, ensuring no one else can ever look at you again.
Author's Note
AAAAHHHHH MY GF KUVIRAAAAAA. I LITERALLY LOVE HER SO MUCH EVERY TIME I SEE HER ON SCREEN I JUST EXPLODE. I NEED HER BRUV LIKE LOOK AT HER. IDYDHSJJD IM FOAMING AND DROOLING FOR HER GANG. 😣😣😣
LOOK AT HER AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DUVDNFIDHDHDHFHD
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warnings: 18+ nsfw, g!p kuvira, dictator!kuvira, very meandom!kuvira, researcher!reader, heavy power play, manipulation, degradation, spanking, blowjob, humiliation, orgasm denial, improper use of metalbending.
author’s note: i’m sorry
wc: 3.2k
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“you wouldn’t dare betray me, right?” kuvira asks a few minutes after she came into your shared room, as she metalbends the top of her uniform off, her back facing you. you’d been waiting for her in bed, leaning against the headboard and immersed in your book, when the question catches you off guard.
you quickly shut it, sitting up straighter when a brief panic seizes your heart at the low, assured tone of her voice. “n—no!” you clear your throat when the denial comes out all squeaky, “i mean.. of course not. you know i’d never betray you, kuvira.”
“is that so?” your girlfriend muses as she sifts through the closet, her buff arms flexing in the white tank top she was left in. “you completely, unconditionally support my plan to take over the earth kingdom? you don’t happen to have any objections, do you? some of my soldiers seem to be.. having mixed opinions as of late, you see. something about my plan being an unreasonable, ruthless dictatorship.”
your brows furrow in confusion, dread pooling in your gut while you watch her ditch her uniform’s pants for sweats. you shake your head adamantly, “no— i have no doubts. i fully support you in your rule, kuvira.”
“i would hope so.” she finally glances your way, and your heart flips at her small amused smile. she slowly walks over to you, her steps heavy while her finger swirls into taking off her metal wrist cuffs, “after all, you’re my obedient girlfriend. my most devout follower. you pledged your complete loyalty to me, didn’t you?”
she didn’t look mad, but you didn’t like where this conversation was going. if anything, her calm demeanor scared you more than when she barged in angry and exhausted; it felt like she was trying to pull something out of you, and you genuinely didn’t know what.
she cocks a demanding eyebrow at your long pause, and you realize you left her without an answer. you jolt up and nod (hard), stammering nervously, “yes, yes— of course. i’ll always be by your side, kuvira. you know that.”
she gives you a non-committal hum, then sits on the bed next to you to stare deep into your eyes, and your cheeks flush at the proximity.
her hands reach out to hold one of yours but you can’t help your slight flinch — random affection wasn’t a common occurrence with her.
she stares at you quietly, and it’s so intense it takes all your willpower not to break eye contact.
her eyes don’t leave yours for minutes, completely unblinking.
“so,” she finally speaks up, and you can feel how badly your hand trembles in her grasp. “you really have nothing to say about my plans? maybe, i don’t know, a little complaint? there has to be something. i am taking the entire kingdom by force, after all. surely, a sweet, kind girl like you must have a certain.. stance about my behavior.”
her widening smile isn’t good news; this was a trick question.
you take a deep breath and shake your head, “.. no, i do not. it is not my place to question you, great uniter. whatever you see fit must be for a good cause, so i believe in you.”
“good, i’m glad we got that straightened out.” she gives your hand a condescending pat before letting go of you, getting off the bed once again.
you let out a deep sigh of relief when she walks away from you, heading out towards the door, but her next words feel like an ice bucket poured over your head. “i simply asked because a little birdie happened to tell me you were seen around said soldiers and conversing with them about my “questionable” decisions.” she unhooks her belt from its hanging spot behind the door, casting you a cold stare over her shoulder, “and the birdie told me you didn’t look like you were disagreeing.”
at first, her words don’t even make sense to you. what the hell was she talking about? you never talked with— oh.
“oh no no no,” you quickly wave her off, breaking into a cold sweat when she approaches you again. you let out a nervous sorry excuse of a laugh, your hands lifted in shaky surrender, “oh god— haha, this is actually so silly. that was a total misunderstanding. i-i wasn’t cooperating with them at all, i swear kuvira! the truth is—”
“save it.” she snaps, her amusement gone and replaced with a stern glare that shuts you right up. “i’m already irritated, so think carefully. are you sure you want to lie to me?”
“.. p-please,” you plead anxiously, scooting over to the edge of the bed, looking up at her when she stops in front of you. “please hear me out. i promise it’s not what it looks like. i swear i wasn’t planning anything against— agh!”
you don’t see her hand move until you feel the harsh sting of the belt against your bare thigh, earning a pained yelp from you.
“i’m not interested in your excuses.” she states matter-of-factly, letting the leather softly caress the sore spot, the threat obvious from her level tone, “i’ll ask you questions, and you’ll reply with either a yes or a no. am i clear?”
you chew on your bottom lip to keep from crying already, her authority so suffocating. you nod slowly, “.. yes, kuvira.”
she silently stares down at you, hands still behind her back in her usual military stance. then, after what felt like an eternity, she sits back down next to you on the edge of the bed, her legs lazily spread. she pats her thigh, “you know the drill. over my lap.”
that sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. you wished you didn’t know the drill.
you’re not left much choice though, her fingers curling up and you’re already shifting into position through no will of your own. she always had you wear silver jewelry, and while she disguised it as a sweet thoughtful gift (a lie you were gullible enough to believe), all she ever used it for was to easily manhandle you in whichever way she desired with her bending.
you let out a shaky exhale, your tummy pressed against her strong thighs, staring helplessly at the stupid flower motif of your sheets.
“so.” her crisp voice cuts through the air like a knife, immediately forcing you into intense focus. “first of all, are you aware that betrayal is the worst thing i ever expect from my troops?”
this was ridiculous. of course you knew that— you were her girlfriend! but arguing would not help your cause, so you simply swallow down your protests, “.. yes.”
“second question.” you shudder when you feel the belt flipped, the studded part softly rubbing against your ass. “you do know how i deal with traitors, don’t you? it’s not pretty.”
you want to cry. this was so unfair. you weren’t even a traitor, and you were given no chance to defend yourself. once more, you gulp thickly, “.. yes, i know.”
“good.” her other hand comes to ruffle your hair patronizingly, “we’ve established the basics. now, tell me, were you or were you not with those soldiers?”
you so desperately wanted to get up and look her in the face to explain it all; her questions were cornering you so unjustly, and she must know that. so why was she being so cruel?
you don’t feel the tears well up in your eyes until your answer comes out all sniffly, “y-yes, i was. but please, i literally—”
smack!
you cry out, eyes blowing wide open when the spikes meet soft flesh, clutching the sheets as a wail rips through your throat.
she merely clicks her tongue, unbothered. “don’t cry now, this is your fault. i said i wanted yes or no answers only. just obey and you won’t get hurt.” her hand pats the reddening spot, and she picks up where she left off like you weren’t a bawling mess. “now, you do admit you were with said soldiers. in their conversation, were they or were they not conspiring against me?”
at this point, accepting your fate was easier. these questions were unfairly framing you and there was nothing you could do about it.
you nod through tears, your whole body trembling with your sobs, “.. yes, they were.”
she hums, “and you agreed.”
“please,” you throw caution to the wind, unable to keep answering questions that were leading you straight to your execution. you tightly latch onto her legs, desperately crying and apologizing to hopefully stall her for a minute, “p—please, i know what it looks like, but i swear, i swear i would never betray you, great uniter! y—yes, i was with them, and i did hear them out, b-but that’s only because they stopped me and asked me to join their cause. i swear i said no, i swear, kuvira.”
your words came out all high-pitched and jumbled up, but you were just grateful and surprised no strike landed on you during your incoherent rambling. you couldn’t see her face like this, but maybe this was making her think. yes, maybe this could work.
you cling tighter to her thighs, head lowered further in submission, “i-i understand why you would be angry with me, i really do. but i swear to you, i was just going along with it to try and talk some sense into them. p-please, you have to believe me. please don’t kill me, kuvira. y-you know i would never betray you.”
you really, really wished you could see her face to at least gauge her reaction. while her silence was definitely better news than her beating, you still felt terribly uneasy.
“kill you?” she finally speaks up and your limbs abruptly tense up. you’re confused when her hand finds your head to gently pat it, “of course i’d never kill you, sweetheart. you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? i’m not that heartless.”
you blink, puzzled. did the fear make you pass out and send you to an alternate universe?
“i suppose i believe you,” kuvira adds, and as lost as you were, relief floods your heart. see, she just needed to hear you out!
you wipe your tears, a small smile on your face as you start lifting yourself up from her lap, “thank you so much. i’m so glad you heard me ou— ouch!”
you gasp when she harshly grabs your hair, halting your movements, and she tilts her head down to stare at you with an amused, quizzical look. “someone’s certainly confident. who said i was done with you?”
you blink at her, speechless. “huh? didn’t you just—”
she cuts you off, “head down.”
you plop back down in defeat with a soft whimper, her hand roaming over your lower back. “i said i could believe you,” she gives your waist a mean pinch to hear you squeal. “i didn’t say anything about forgiving you yet.”
forgive you? for what???
you glance up at her needily over your shoulder, “b-but why?! i already told you i didn’t take part in any of that!”
she only raises her eyebrow, “are you yelling at me?”
“n-no,” you quickly backtrack, lowering your voice. “no, i’m sorry. i just don’t understand what i’m being punished for, please.”
she doesn’t even bother hiding her smug smirk, toying with a strand of your hair. “oh i’ll tell you why. remind me, what’s your job here?”
“i’m.. your main researcher.” you answer hesitantly, confused about how it mattered right now.
“exactly.” a sudden smack lands on the back of your thighs, making you jolt up and yelp in surprise, “you only belong in the laboratory and the bedroom. what business did you have outside with the other soldiers, hm?”
you frown, “.. huh? i was just walking around the— oww!!”
her strikes are slow and controlled, but the impact has tears filling the rim of your eyes again. “and did you ask for my permission to do that?”
what?! your mouth opened to ask when that rule was ever instated, but your lips are smacked shut when she picks up the belt again, giving it a whip against her palm.
if kuvira suddenly decided it was a rule, then so it was.
defeated once more, you mumble between sniffles, “.. no, i didn’t. i’m sorry.”
“good girl,” she gives a pleased pat to your backside, urging you off with a bounce of her leg. “get on your knees.”
you do just that, scrambling off her lap to kneel between her legs. you slowly look up at her and bite back a moan. her manspreading made the bulge evident, thick and outlined against the side of her thigh, your gaze trailed up over where her tank had slightly ridden up for a glimpse of her abs, to its tight straps on her buff shoulders, watching her lean back on her flexed arms. finally, you meet her eyes and you feel your pussy throb at the sight, her gaze arrogant and somewhat demeaning.
she smirks at the hitch of your breath, tilting her head, “enjoying yourself? strip.”
you blush and do so; you only had a shirt on anyway, so you were just left in your underwear in front of her.
“what are you waiting for?” she gives her erection a few shameless rubs through the fabric, “it’s not gonna take care of itself. get to work, slut.”
“y—yes mommy,” the title naturally slips out of your lips, to which she hums appreciatively. you shakily tug down her waistband, freeing her hard cock enough for it to slap! back against her abdomen, the view making your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
you reach out for the pillow next to her that you usually put under your knees (because a blow job with kuvira never ended early; you learnt that the hard way in your very first days), but she smacks your hand off it, and you retreat it with a pained whimper.
you look up at her, visibly upset and startled as you rub your poor hand.
she only scoffs, her glare so intimidating it made your knees wobble, “what? you think you deserve comfort with how you behaved today?” she fists herself, bringing her flushed tip to your parted lips. “you’re funny. now shut up and suck me off.”
when you take more than a second to comply, she huffs and slaps the fat tip against your cheek, smearing pre-cum over your face, then forces herself in the second you open your mouth to gasp.
you’re left no time to process it, grabbing her thighs as you choke on her cock, her large hand finding the back of your head and pushing you further in with no prior warning.
“fuck,” she grunts at the tight squeeze of your throat around her, while you claw at her legs for mercy. “you sound much better like this. choking on my dick, like you should always be.”
tears stream down your face, pitifully looking up at her, but the shared eye contact only makes her twitch in your mouth, her pace growing more feral, “take it, you beautiful whore.” she breathes out a moan at how wrecked you looked, only a few minutes in, “you can take it.”
the throat-fucking renders you completely numb, your knees marred and bruised from the direct, prolonged friction against the hard floor. you weren’t even doing anything anymore, she was the one bobbing your limp head up and down her cock, your tongue uselessly licking up the ridges, her grip so tight on your hair but the sting of your scalp paled in comparison to the abuse of your throat.
it didn’t help that your pussy ached for touch, folds puffy and swollen, your slick uselessly dripping down your thighs and onto the ground. but when you tried to reach for your needy clit, her free hand striked your stained cheek so hard you choked harder on her cock.
“stupid slut,” she hissed, a cry ripping through your stuffed throat at her tightened grip on your hair. “you’ve gotten too brave. remember your fucking place.”
with a flick of her wrist, she bends your silver bracelets into snug handcuffs, swiftly locking your hands behind your back.
you thrash uselessly against them, your knees as heavy as lead, her rhythm growing sloppier as she tips her head back, “fuck, s-so good.. i’m gonna come.”
the unmistakable throb inside your mouth confirms her words, and soon after, thick spurts of cum paint your warm throat white.
kuvira sighs, chest heaving, and pulls herself out, but not without a final slap against your tongue. “swallow.”
you try to swallow most of it, the texture wet and sticky against your sensitive throat, your eyes glazed and half-lidded, barely able to hold yourself up without collapsing to the ground.
with your sore jaw hanging open, some of her cum dribbles out of your lips and she immediately gives your head a rough nudge, snapping you out of your haze.
you dazedly look up at her, and she points at the droplets that dripped down onto your chest or spasming thighs, irritated, “doesn’t look like swallowing to me.”
if you had any more tears left in you, you would have cried at the sheer humiliation, but she’d already finished up your stock and bullied your mouth shut into never denying her again, and so you gather up the few remains, shamefully bringing them to your swollen lips and licking them clean.
“good girl.” her hand finds your head again, and you flinch back like a dog at the motion, but she only gives you a gentle pat.
“can’t..” you whisper, your voice hoarse and cracked. “c-can’t move.”
your knees were locked in place from how long you were kept in such an uncomfortable position, your legs cramping so painfully you couldn’t budge a millimeter.
she takes a strand of your once pretty hair — now disheveled with some of it left in her hands from her rough pulling — and twirls it, “you do know why i had to punish you, right? i have no guarantee that you weren’t conspiring against me or planning to. and the evidence pointed towards it. you may be my girlfriend, but i’m the earth kingdom’s future ruler. i must deliver justice, don’t hold it against me.”
you rest your forehead against her knee, too tired and sulky to reply to her. she sighs at your silence, petting you like a puppy on the street, “i can’t afford to have traitors in my ranks, especially someone as important as you. you understand that, don’t you baby?”
if you weren’t scared of her, you would’ve scoffed at that. of course, always the roughest punishment and the same flimsy excuse of “having to do it” afterwards to butter you up.
kuvira lifts you up onto the bed, laying you down, and a bemused smile tugs at her lips when her eyes drift down to your sopping wet cunt.
she leans down to kiss your cheek — the one that still burned with the mark of her handprint — cupping your pussy tauntingly, forcing a needy whimper out of your lips.
“maybe next time.” she pats it before leaving you with a peck on the forehead, your hands still cuffed. she tuts at your whiny begging, “nope. no can do. bad girls don’t get orgasms, go to sleep.”
and with that, she rolls over to her side of the bed, your crying lulling her to sleep as you’re left tied and pent up.
you’re never leaving that lab again.
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* ugh kuvira breed meeeuhhhh.. again too lazy to proofread
