Cut her down, and Inspect Katara

Azula gave Suki the order, bring her down and let's see what the damage is. To Azula's great shock, when Katara's body hit the floor she immediately started struggling to screaming into her gag. Apparently she wasn't broken by the last month after all. All the better to play with, Azula supposed. She ordered Suki to release the prisoner, and Suki obeyed. She focused first on the body suit, leaving Katara blind and def for the time being. The moment Katara's hands were free though, she went strait for her slutbox.

"No, I don't think so." Azula rolled her eyes "Suki, bind the slut's arms behind her back. I don't want her getting off before me."

With a simple and well rehearsed 'Yes Mistress,' Suki bound Katara's arms and continued stripping the former ally. She positioned Katara in a kneeling pose before Azula before removing the mask. Katara turned away from the dim light as if it was a blinding spotlight on her.

Once her gag was removed she shouted "Bitch! You left me like that for a week!"

"33 days, actually." Suki filled in, without being asked to.

"Over a month!?!" Katara roared before getting hit with a weak electric charge from Azula, right in her golden nipple rings. Katara shrieked out in pain, her massive motherly tits bouncing wildly as she shook off the pain.

"I own you, I can do what I want." Azula smirked back. "After 20 years, ten children, and all the punishments I can inflict upon you, you're still too stupid to learn that much?"

Katara struggled to break her bonds "I'll never stop fighting you! So long as I live!"

Azula smirked "I'm glad to hear that, my little Water-Tribe Princess. It gives me so much joy trying to teach you your place. Suki? Is The Princess' throne ready?"

Katara's rage faded to horror as Suki saluted "Yes Mistress."

It was Katara's most hated of punishments. A sawhorse, modified with a metal edge on the top. Katara was made to sit on it, her lips saddling the metal edge. Her own weight, baring down on the 'throne' drove it harder into her cunt. Katara considered her options. The heat-ball was still teasing her pussy, and perhaps if Katara played the part Azula wanted, she'd get to cum after all. But what of her Water-Tribe pride?

Azula walked over to Katara, and placed the pointed tip of her shoe at Katara's slopping wet entrance "Looking forward to a little rest?" Azula asked, a knowing smile on her face.