【Cat Doll - The Sexual Adventures of an American Heroine】(Part 1)

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Character Introduction:
Superheroine – Ms. America
Personal Information:
Name: Brenda Wade
Age: 34
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 140 pounds
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Measurements: 44dd-26-40
Occupation: Millionaire, radical feminist, businesswoman
Experience:
Brenda Wade, a millionaire, businesswoman, and staunch feminist, was adopted by retired General Wade at a young age
. When she was seven, her adoptive father was murdered by terrorists.
With her iconic mask and costume, Brenda Wade embodies Ms. America, fighting
for justice, fairness, and the American spirit—the very principles her deceased adoptive father upheld and fought for throughout his life.
No one knows Brenda Wade's true origins, but rumors suggest she wasn't adopted through normal channels
and may have been part of a secret US government experiment, which could explain her significantly superior
physical abilities, stamina, and incredibly hot physique. Of course, all the secrets about her origins
are now known only to her deceased adoptive father.
As a prominent superhero in Delta City, Supergirl America has built a considerable reputation, and the citizens have given her
the nickname "Queen of Justice." To honor her contributions to the city, a statue of her was placed in City Hall
, and a city day was named after her; she has become a symbol of Delta City
.
Extremely proud and arrogant, acting first and asking questions later has always been Supergirl America's fighting style.
This haughty attitude she displays when dealing with criminals doesn't help her fight crime much; it only amplifies
her inherently authoritative and aloof personality. This "never admit defeat, never yield" mentality sometimes even puts
Supergirl America in very dangerous situations.
Rumors circulate that she was kidnapped, sexually assaulted, and gang-raped by criminals. The criminals claim on their own networks that these
rumors are true, and on several occasions, Supergirl America was even milked like a cow.
These incidents were covered up by Supergirl herself or by officials in Delta City, who feared that the public would
lose faith in Supergirl and the government.
Abilities:
Without her super-powered belt, Supergirl is an Olympic-level athlete with exceptional
strength and endurance, as well as the flexibility and agility of a gymnast. She also possesses superhuman regenerative abilities,
allowing her to recover from devastating injuries in a very short time, without leaving any scars. Perhaps she
is indeed a product of genetic engineering, thus possessing superhuman physical attributes.
However, Supergirl also has a weakness—anesthetics, which take effect on her very quickly.
Her perfect and glamorous body is also a weapon she can use.
Whether to mock her opponents or to deceive them, she always wears her signature,
provocative red, white, and blue American flag bikini.
Her super-powered belt enhances her strength (lifting approximately 1000 pounds), speed, and endurance. It also
provides a super force field that protects her from projectiles like bullets.
Enhanced stamina allows her to run to crime scenes at speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people without fatigue.
She can run at speeds up to 30 miles per hour, and she once ran 10 miles at that speed in one go.
When Supergirl's willpower is concentrated, the super-powered belt is virtually impossible to remove. To remove it
, she must be forced into a state of unconsciousness, orgasm, or other agitation to weaken or break
her willpower. Of course, sufficiently powerful force can also remove the belt.
No one knows the origin of the super-powered belt.
As a millionaire, Brenda Wade also owns an arms factory that develops devices and weapons to combat criminals
. It is believed that Brenda Wade, through her high-tech company, somehow
developed and manufactured the super-powered belt.
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...

Ambrosia, head bowed, ran her fingers through her hair as she entered the living room. Looking up, she was horrified
to find three strangely dressed men already waiting inside.
"Wow! Baby!" the man behind Ambrosia leered, his eyes glued to
the supermodel's rounded buttocks.
"Who are you! How dare you barge in!..." the beautiful redhead demanded, feigning composure.
"Get out of here right now, or I'll call security!"
"Oh, baby, I don't think you'll call, and no one will come to save you!"
the man opposite Ambrosia said smugly, waving a white gauze pad in his right hand. "Because you're about to have a good sleep
..."
Three men formed a circle, their arms outstretched. The supermodel, trapped in the middle, was like a
lamb to the slaughter, watching the men approach her step by step.
“Now, behave yourself, like a little bird, don’t cause trouble.” The man opposite her reached
out his left hand to grab Ambrosia. “Save your energy, we have a wild party waiting for you
, specially prepared for your alluring ass! You can scream to your heart’s content!”
“Oh—no! Don’t!”
Looking at the man in front of her, wearing a comical cat mask, a yellow tiger-striped suit, and black trousers
, Ambrosia suddenly remembered something that terrified her—the recent
series of kidnappings targeting famous, beautiful women in Delta City. It seemed she would soon become another
victim.
A wave of overwhelming fear crushed the supermodel’s will to resist. The man behind her easily grabbed her
arms, twisted them behind her back, and tied them with rope. The man in front of her grabbed her shoulder with one hand, while
the white gauze in his other hand pressed against her face.
"Now, all you need to do is take deep breaths, relax, relax..."
"Please, let me go! My manager... he'll give you money, any amount, just
let me go!"
"We don't want money, baby!" The man embraced the beautiful, helpless rock star from behind, his body
pressed tightly against hers. "All we want is your body."
"Oh—uh—" Feeling the man's hard erection against her buttocks, Ambrosia finally remembered to
scream for help, but the white gauze was pressed firmly against her mouth as soon as she opened it.
A strong chemical smell assaulted her nostrils, and Ambrosia's eyes widened—anesthetic!
"Uh...uh—" The tall, supermodel struggled in vain, but to these strong kidnappers
, her struggles were futile.
“You struggle like a little bitch, baby. This is chloroform, no one can resist
it.”
The poor supermodel’s struggles grew weaker and weaker; who could save her now?
“Buddy, this chick is almost done for… she’s ours now.”
***************************************
“Bang!”
The man holding Ambrosia was struck hard on the back of the head and fell to the ground without a sound.
“No! Not today! You despicable criminals!” A sharp female voice came from the doorway.
“Thump!” Another heavy blow; the man holding the chloroform gauze hadn’t even seen who it was before he
was kicked in the stomach and collapsed to the ground.
“Today, no woman will fall into the hands of you cowardly and despicable bastards! Today, you will
pay for the crimes you have committed!”
A tall figure emerged from the shadows by the doorway, hands on hips, and stood before the two kidnappers groaning on the ground
.
"Now, I am your judge, your jury, and your executioner!"
This was a black-haired, white woman wearing only a bikini with a star-spangled flag pattern.
Even by swimsuit standards, the red, white, and blue bikini she wore was extremely revealing .
Her sexy, voluptuous body, without an ounce of excess fat, revealed large, firm breasts that seemed ready to
burst forth at any moment; her strong, powerful arms and long, straight legs, paired with red gloves and
boots, were exceptionally striking; coupled with the shimmering bright yellow belt and headband, and
the cold gaze behind the blue blindfold,
all of this unequivocally declared to the criminals that this sexy, cold woman was their
nemesis—American Woman!
"Line up, you scum," American Woman arrogantly commanded. Ever since Ambrosia
arrived in Delta City, she had been certain that the glamorous redhead would be the next target of the celebrity kidnappers
, so she had been secretly monitoring her. Sure enough, everything went as she expected; the case was too easy, and
these two guys were truly pathetic.
"I think I'll be happy to hand you over to..."
"Got you, you bitch! Those tits are fucking huge!"
With a vicious shout, the guy who had been standing behind the door unnoticed by this arrogant superheroine
grabbed the American superheroine from behind, his wicked hand grabbing her enormous breasts
, while his other hand tightly covered the heroine's mouth and nose with chloroform gauze.
"Lord! A third person! I completely ignored his presence!"
The pungent smell of chloroform assaulted her senses; the American superheroine knew that smell all too well. She had to
break free of the man's control immediately, otherwise…
The American superheroine had complete confidence in her own strength.
"Hurry, guys! Grab her, this bitch's as strong as a bull!"
The man, terrified by the American superheroine's strength, yelled.
The guy, still reeling from the kick to the stomach, saw her about to break free and
scrambled towards her in a pathetic attempt to escape.
"I'm going to grab her!" the man cried, staggering as he reached for the American superheroine's waist, trying to grab the
terrifying woman and pin her to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the criminal lunging at him. Just as his hand touched her body, the American
superheroine delivered a powerful kick.
"I got her!" the man shouted excitedly, his fingertips already on her waist. "I
got her..."
The shout abruptly stopped as the superheroine's powerful kick struck him squarely in the chest. Unfortunately,
as the man's body flew backward, his hand, which had already touched the heroine's body, instinctively clenched into a fist, trying to grab anything
. This futile grab landed squarely on the heroine's belt, and with a crisp "snap," the bright yellow belt
was severed from the heroine's body along with the man's.
"No! My superpower belt!" the American heroine cried out in despair. The incredible
power provided by the belt vanished instantly. "My defenses are gone!"
As her strength and confidence crumbled, the numbing effect of chloroform quickly enveloped the heroine, rendering her
unable to break free from the criminal's hold. In the blink of an eye, her once powerful body became incredibly limp
, and the heroine slowly knelt on the ground, even needing one hand to support her swaying body.
"Hey, buddy, I don't know why, this bitch's strength suddenly dropped. Now she's as weak as a
chick, it's so weird." The heroine's sudden defeat baffled the man who had been holding her. He habitually
twisted one of the American heroine's arms behind her back, unaware that the chloroform cloth in his hand had
been removed from her face. The heroine was getting a chance to catch her breath. "Could it be that these super-babies aren't
as strong as I thought, or is there some other reason?"
The American heroine took advantage of this rare opportunity to breathe deeply of fresh air. She felt her strength recovering
. Even without the super-powered belt, she was still an excellent fighting expert. As long as she could break free from the man's
control, she might be able to defeat them again.
“Who knows?” The guy kicked away by the heroine crawled over, panting, picked up
the chloroform gauze he had just dropped, and pressed it again against the face of the panting American superheroine. “Right now, all I know
is that this bitch has inhaled a lot of chloroform, and we need to make her inhale more so we can really
kill her.”
“The anesthetic is too strong… No… I can’t stop… I can’t give in to them…”
The American superheroine was still struggling internally, but her body helplessly collapsed to the ground. She could see the poor
supermodel lying beside her, her bra loosened from the struggle, her beautiful breasts exposed, within easy reach
. She knew that if she failed, she would be stripped naked like this supermodel…
“Sleep well, respected America—bitch, you are now our prisoner too.”
These were the last words the captured superheroine heard before she completely lost consciousness.
"Now, what should we do with her?"
Looking down at the unconscious heroine at their feet, the men's bodies began to stir.
The American superheroine lying quietly on the floor was no longer the fearsome queen of justice they trembled before, but a feast for lecherous men to enjoy
.
"Now, let's have some fun..."
"Hehehe, we can still kill an hour or two..."

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