I was completely helpless. No larger than a mere three inches, all I could do was squirm, squeezed in between the sharp fingers of my old nemesis. I had no hope of reaching into my utility belt to at least help me escape from such a degrading position. At long last, I was caught, trapped in the claws of the dreaded Catwoman. She licked her lips in excitement, holding her new toy in front of her, she could do anything she could possibly imagine to me, and there was nothing that I could do about it. I have been defeated.
Delighted with her total dominance over me, I noticed her gleaming eyes drop down to herself, looking down at her almost perfect figure, with sinister intentions in her mind. I could see, from the look in her eyes, she was contemplating something truly humiliating for me, particularly something involving her own body.
I dreaded what she had in mind. I could only assume that I was in for a night that I would never forget.
Catwoman then raised her free hand and rubbed it against her body, demonstrating what was in store for me. It was now very clear to me. From the way she groped her chest and slid her claw down her thighs, I realized that I was heading for an unwanted trip, a thorough exploration of my opponent's suit or, more precisely, her body. She looked back at me, and she could sense the terror under my mask. Her senses did not lie to her. I feared that the worst was yet to come.
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