Cat female doll

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From a shadowy corner of her top-floor office in the Shurek Building, Batwoman watched her old adversary's furtive movements. The trap was set, and it would soon be in effect.

Corey Shurek, Max Shurek's nephew and heir, had arranged to test the building's high-tech security system with Batwoman. He had told the press that he had purchased a rare diamond and stored it in a safe in the Shurek Building, intending to use it as bait to lure Catwoman into stealing it.
They knew Catwoman couldn't resist such a temptation, especially since it involved Max Shurek's (the man who, in a sense, "murdered" Serena Kyle) last relative.
Under Batwoman's watchful eye, Catwoman, dressed in a black bodysuit and sexy boots, dodged laser beams, motion and sound sensors. As Catwoman used a laser drill to burn a small hole in the metal door of the safe, inserted a fiber optic camera, and then rotated the combination lock to find the opening code, she patiently waited.
Catwoman had no suspicion whatsoever; she never considered why someone with such a vast fortune would use such an old-fashioned combination lock safe.
Catwoman turned to the last correct number, and the safe opened. She knew that after the sound sensor system went off, she only had a few seconds to retrieve the diamonds and escape safely. After pulling open the metal door of the safe, she was shocked to find it empty. She immediately realized she had been tricked, and the voice from behind her confirmed this suspicion.
"Catwoman, you really came. I knew you couldn't resist such temptation," Batwoman said, as the office lights slowly came on. She appeared with her arms crossed, her long leather cape billowing behind her. The soft light from behind illuminated the curves of her well-fitting batsuit, made of rubber and leather, emphasizing Barbara Wilson's figure from the pointed boots and shimmering hips down to her breasts.
Catwoman turned, hissing angrily. "Batwoman! You set this up! Why?"
"Because you're a criminal," Batwoman said.
"And because Corey Shurek asked for my help. He appreciates your assistance in finding weaknesses in this security system, and I can add a prisoner to the Akerhan Asylum. I think it's a win-win situation, you could say."
"You'd help someone whose bloodline includes murder?" "
Corey is nothing like his uncle," Batwoman defended.
"Sounds like you're a little fond of him," Catwoman said mockingly. "How cute! I must say you two would make a perfect couple—a bat and a mouse."
"Well, I suppose you could choose an easier way..." Batwoman said as she approached Catwoman in a defensive stance, "...or we could make it a little harder."
"I've always loved a challenge," Catwoman said, and immediately charged at Batwoman.
Her speed surprised Batwoman, who leaned back slightly to lessen the force of Catwoman's attack, then kicked Catwoman with her long legs, knocking her down. As Catwoman rolled over, preparing to strike her head with her spiked heels, Batwoman quickly rolled away, stood up, and Catwoman immediately leaped up as well.
Just like her name, Catwoman attempted to swipe at Batwoman's cheek with her razor-sharp claws, but Batwoman dodged the attack with a feint. The two women relentlessly circled the large office, attacking each other with their hands and feet, completely unaware of the surveillance cameras hidden in the corner. Corey was watching this spectacle from another room in the building.
It was truly the most spectacular fight he had ever seen. The two women possessed almost identical fighting skills and agility. When one gained the upper hand, the other would fiercely counterattack until the situation reversed. Back and forth, Batwoman and Catwoman relentlessly struck each other with their fists.
A side kick to the stomach made Batwoman gasp for breath, and she retaliated with a backhand strike to Catwoman's face. As their energy began to wane, the two women collapsed onto the plush leather sofa, their limbs intertwined, making a screeching sound as plastic rubbed against rubber. The two fierce fighters were panting heavily, their faces less than an inch apart.
They were both desperately trying to gain the upper hand, Catwoman pulling hard on Batwoman's long blonde hair, while Batwoman pressed one arm tightly against her opponent's throat, trying to suffocate her.
From his office, Corey watched the battle of wills with fascination. He couldn't wait to see the final outcome. Who would emerge victorious? Of course, that didn't matter in the end.
Suddenly, Catwoman leaned close to her opponent and licked Batwoman's cheek, causing the heroine to wince in disgust. This momentary distraction gave Catwoman just enough time to break free from Batwoman's grasp and draw her whip.
Catwoman felt she'd had enough. She would whip the heroine until she surrendered, creating an opportunity for her own escape.
Batwoman narrowly raised her arm to block Catwoman's first lash. A second later, and the whip would have slashed a deep gash across her smooth cheek. This made Batwoman slightly regretful that she had replaced the bat mask with a smaller one.
As Catwoman continued her fierce and relentless assault, Batwoman used her cape to deflect most of the lashes. Even though the rubber suit absorbed most of the impact, Batwoman still felt a sharp sting when the whip swept across her long thighs.
Catwoman knew her whipping wasn't very effective, but she continued to swing the whip, trying to move closer and closer to the wall, preparing to escape through the window. Batwoman, however, had already spotted her intention. As Catwoman swung the whip for the last time and turned to run, Batwoman raised her arm just before Catwoman jumped out of the window and launched a small bat claw.
Catwoman was less than a second from where she landed when she felt something bite her right ankle.
When she was pulled back into the office, Catwoman gasped in surprise, then was slammed heavily onto the office carpet, almost expelling all the air from her body.
She lay on the floor, still unable to recover from the dizziness and gasping for breath, when Batwoman immediately jumped behind her, straddled her, and grabbed Catwoman's hands, forcefully pulling them behind her back. She quickly produced a pair of non-steel bat-handcuffs and fastened them tightly to Catwoman's wrists.
Catwoman hissed angrily, writhing violently beneath her captor. Batwoman then took a thin rope, tied it to her ankle, and threaded the other end upwards through a metal lampshade fixed to the ceiling. She was immediately suspended upside down, one leg pointing upwards, her other leg kicking wildly as she twisted her hands behind her back trying to free herself from the handcuffs. The wicked woman struggled and cursed, reminding Batwoman of a wildcat just captured from the jungle.
"Let me go, bitch!" Catwoman hissed. "You'll pay for this!"
"You can write it in your diary while you're in prison," Batwoman smiled defiantly at Catwoman below.
"Well done!" A voice of praise suddenly came from behind. The office door opened, and Corey. Shurik walked in with two companions Batwoman had never seen before.
One of them was a tall man wearing a black leather field jacket and shiny black paratrooper boots. His long, straight, jet-black hair cascaded down his chest and shoulders, and he wore black sunglasses. Batwoman thought he was a bizarre combination of a medieval barbarian, a Nazi, and a vampire from a heavy metal magazine.
The other was an Asian woman, and her attire was equally bizarre. She wore a leather bodysuit, sexy high-heeled boots, and elbow-length lambskin gloves. Her silky hair was styled in a fashionable updo, and she had a flawless complexion, like fine porcelain. She also had beautiful cheeks and deep violet lips. As the tightly bound captive screamed and struggled to free herself, the Asian woman gazed at Catwoman with a lustful look.
Suddenly, Batwoman felt an unusual electric current coursing through her body. Even with dark sunglasses, Batwoman felt another man watching her intently. She felt uncomfortable when he smiled, revealing his teeth.
"Well, I think this work is finished," Batwoman said. "I'm taking Catwoman away now."
"I'm afraid our plan has changed a little, Batwoman," Corey told her.
"What do you mean?" Batwoman asked. She didn't like the way he spoke.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced my friends yet.” Corey gestured towards his companion and said, “This is Puppet.”
Puppet nodded, put his hands behind his back, and bowed slightly to Batgirl, a strange smile on his face. His voice was deep and guttural: “It’s my pleasure.”
“And this is Lin,” Corey introduced the beautiful woman.
Lin simply looked directly into Batgirl’s eyes behind the mask, smiling faintly, the kind of look a viper gives a wounded bird.
These two gave Batgirl a chill; she wondered what they were doing with Shurik. They didn’t seem like the type to sit in a conference room.
“Alright, Shurik, has the plan changed?” Batgirl asked after an awkward pause.
“Catgirl is now my property,” Corey stated calmly. “And you will soon be too. Puppet and Lin will be here to assist me with your training.”
“Training?” Batgirl responded, bewildered and speechless.
What was his purpose? Batgirl was suspicious.
"Yes," Corey continued, "Catwoman is fully responsible for the deaths of my uncle and nephews, you probably know that. I'm going to teach her a lesson, to make her understand the consequences of offending the Shrek family. As for you, Batgirl, because of your relationship with Batman, you're also within my purview."
"Corey…" Batgirl tried to say something.
"I know it's hard for you to accept right away, Batgirl," Corey said. "But you'll understand after a while. I'm sorry for misleading you, for making you and others see me as a harmless, kind philanthropist who wants to correct all my uncle's crimes. But, an apple that falls to the ground won't stray far from its roots… detached from its old environment… all of that… anyway, you know what I'm going to say."
Shrek, Puppet, and Lin each took out a set of nose plugs, connected them to a thin plastic tube, and then inserted them into their nostrils. Batgirl watched their actions with confusion. Before she could figure out what was happening, she saw Shrek press a button on the remote control in his hand, and all the doors behind them closed. Then she heard a soft hissing sound.
"You're probably wondering what we're up to?" As Corey spoke, the puppet and Lin began to slowly move around Batgirl's body, trying to approach her back from different directions.
"This office is sealed off, and I'm currently sucking out the air, just like in an airplane cockpit. When the oxygen disappears quickly, you immediately start to feel disoriented... dizzy... and start seeing hallucinations."
Batgirl was already experiencing the symptoms of oxygen deprivation; she gasped for breath, trying to inhale more precious air, but to no avail. She tried to turn to face the puppet and Lin, whose breathing tubes were connected to small oxygen cylinders on their clothes, so they were unaffected.
Lin picked up Catwoman's whip and, like a sadist, carefully wrapped it around Batgirl's long neck, pulling her forward as the dizzy Batgirl gripped the whip tightly. Then, the puppet moved behind her, grabbing the already weakened Batwoman's head with one hand and pulling it back, while the other hand covered her mouth with a thick cloth soaked in anesthetic.
"Oh..." Batwoman struggled, but could only let out a low whimper under the cloth, which had no effect.
"You know, we don't want to take any risks," Corey said, watching as the puppet and Lin slowly forced Batwoman to kneel down, then laid her unconscious on the carpet.
Lin bent down, brushing Batwoman's hair away from her sleeping face, carefully examining her soft body; the puppet moved closer to Catwoman, bending down to observe her closely. He was clearly interested in the alluring woman, who was struggling to stay conscious.
"Sleep, my little pet," the puppet said calmly, placing another thick cloth soaked in anesthetic near her panting mouth, which Catwoman turned her head from side to side, barely resisting.
Corey watched as the puppet and Lin processed their prey. First, they tightly bound Batwoman's hands and feet with specially made metal handcuffs. A short metal rod was connected between the two metal rings of the handcuffs. Then, using two metal rods arranged in a cross shape, they connected two horizontal bars to her back, binding Batwoman's hands and feet together. Next, they used another metal handcuff to fasten her waist, the other end connected to the center of the cross shape. Finally, a metal handle was precisely connected to a metal frame, distributing the weight evenly so that the puppet could easily lift his captive.
After they had done the same to Catwoman, Corey allowed the air in the room to return to normal.
"Alright, the rest is up to you. Take them to the underground workshop," Corey said to his men. They were clearly very excited about the opportunity to "train" these two new prey.
"I expect them to be back here within twenty-four hours. Serving me docilely... tamed... and eager to please me."
The puppet and Lin looked at each other, smiling wickedly. As they carried their prey toward the hidden elevator, both of them felt a surge of excitement.
After they stepped into the elevator leading to the secret lair beneath the Shurek Building, Lin eagerly turned to her companion and asked, "Which one do you want?"
"When I was little, my mother never allowed me to have a kitten," the puppet said with a smile. "She said they were evil animals, but I always wanted to play with kittens. They were so soft… so docile."
"When I was a child, I often threw them into the water to drown them," Lin chuckled like a schoolchild.
"You're really cruel," the puppet laughed.
"Can't you make this elevator go a little faster?" Lin complained. A gloved finger slowly traced the batwoman's slightly parted lips, while the puppet lovingly stroked the catwoman's hood. The two captives, still slumbering under the effects of the anesthetic, breathed softly, emitting intermittent moans.

Part Two – Lin's World:
The contents of those dreams were always similar.
Barbara… Wilson returned to Oaksbridge College, still wearing her school uniform – a pleated skirt, a loose top, a patterned tie, a sweater, knee-high socks, and low-heeled shoes.
It was still during class time, and she walked down the corridor towards the door at the end of the hall. When she reached the door, she opened it, and a clerk led her into the principal's office.
Barbara was extremely nervous. She knew why she had been called to the office: she was in big trouble.
The principal was sitting behind his desk looking at a file. He made Barbara stand in front of the oak desk and wait, not letting her sit down, as if he didn't even notice her.
Just as Barbara was about to speak, the principal looked up at her.
"I must say I am very disappointed in you, Miss Wilson." He took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Do you have anything to explain?"
Barbara was completely at a loss. Not only did she not know what she had done wrong; she didn't even have the courage to speak to the principal's stern face, as if she had been hypnotized by him. Finally, she could only stammer, "...No... sir."
"Very good." He stood up and said, "You've always been a good student. Although I hate to do this, I have to punish you now."
Barbara watched as the headmaster walked to a corner of the room and picked up a long stick he usually used to point at the blackboard during lectures. When she realized what the punishment the headmaster was talking about would be, her adrenaline surged, and she could hardly believe it. This was a high school; how could they still use such methods of discipline to train children?
"Bend over and put your hands on the desk," the headmaster commanded Barbara.
Before Barbara could even respond or protest, she felt the headmaster grab her arms tightly and forcefully push her upper body forward until she had to lean against the desk to support herself.
He commanded her in a firm voice, "Don't move, Miss Wilson," which greatly surprised her.
"I... wait..." Barbara tried to say something. But when she felt the headmaster's fingers lift her short skirt up to her waist, she gasped in panic. Barbara froze in fear, struggling to find something to say. But like in many of her previous dreams, she couldn't move or react.
"This will hurt you more than it hurts me," the headmaster said, his voice almost mocking. Shouldn't he be implying the opposite?
*Smack!* Without warning, Barbara gasped in surprise as the first heavy blow landed squarely on her firm bottom. For her, the mere sight of her skirt being lifted, revealing her cotton underwear, was enough to be humiliating, but now he was hitting her on the bottom with a stick. As the headmaster grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down, striking her groin again, she tried to turn away in protest.
"Ouch!" Barbara cried out in pain. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"I warned you not to move," the headmaster said sternly. "Now you're going to get an extra hit."
*Smack...smack...!* The blows, one after another, made Barbara blush with shame. She bit her lip tightly, unable to suppress a groan, as the headmaster continued the burning lashes, eleven in total. The entire lashing process took quite a while, and by the end, Barbara's eyes were filled with stinging tears.
But she realized the headmaster still hadn't let go of her; one hand was still gripping her hair behind her neck. As she tried to break free from his rough grasp, the headmaster said to her, "Miss Wilson, we're not over yet."
The headmaster suddenly shoved her forward, pressing her down onto the desk, her swollen breasts pressed tightly against the hard surface, Barbara gasping in panic. She tried to reach behind her back, to loosen his grip, to wriggle free from his control. He simply gripped her tightly again, placing the stick on the desk beside her body.
"Please... let me up..." Barbara pleaded, terrified by the whole ordeal.
"Miss Wilson, you don't want this to get any worse," the headmaster said to her as he held her down with one hand and began unzipping his trousers with the other.
When Barbara heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, she cried out, "What...what are you going to do?"
"Miss Wilson, this is to teach you that when you break school rules, you must expect the consequences."
"Please...I'm so sorry!" Barbara pleaded as she felt her underwear being pulled down from behind.
"In our school, an apology won't lessen your punishment, Miss Wilson. All of you students should know that."
"Oh...!" Suddenly, the principal's penis violently penetrated her, like a hot, sharp blade mercilessly piercing her secret passage, and Barbara screamed. She gripped the edge of the desk tightly as the principal began thrusting inside her, roughly pressing her soft buttocks against the desk, causing Barbara to writhe on the surface.
As the principal began to thrust in and out of her, Barbara gradually felt aroused. She couldn't believe she was experiencing such intense lust under this punishment.
"Ah...ah...!" Barbara began to moan softly in imagined ecstasy.
The firm penetration gradually aroused her intense and vivid sensations, waves of intense excitement coursing through her body. After several long minutes of intercourse with the young student, the headmaster suddenly withdrew completely from her, a sense of disappointment leaving Barbara feeling extremely embarrassed. Did she actually want him to continue?
She waited in surprise for his next move, panting as he pulled her body up to lie on her back, facing him. To her even greater surprise, the headmaster was no longer the headmaster, but Bruce Wayne. Before
she could utter a single word, her mouth agape in panic, Bruce said to her, "Batgirl, I'm not finished with your punishment yet."
Bruce Wayne gripped her shoulders tightly, forcing her to bend her legs. As Barbara was forced to kneel on the ground, she suddenly realized she was wearing Batgirl's costume, her cape fluttering around her shoulders.
"You're too careless, Batgirl," Bruce said. Wayne warned her, continuing in the same stern tone as the principal, "You need to learn how to follow the rules I set."
Barbara looked at Bruce. Wayne's reproachful eyes failed to notice that Bruce was unzipping his pants, revealing his penis, until it forced its way through her slightly parted lips and plunged deep into her mouth.
"Oh!" Barbara groaned as Bruce Wayne's erect penis nearly filled her throat.
She tried to move her head back slightly, but Bruce held her blond hair tightly, forcing her head down until she was almost suffocating from his enormous penis.
"Mmm...mmm..." Barbara tried to resist as Bruce began thrusting in and out of her mouth. But she had no choice but to let him thrust and suckle.
Her saliva lubricated the penis slightly, making it easier to thrust and penetrate her throat. Under Wayne's control, she was completely powerless to resist, only able to weakly cling to his thigh, closing her eyes and accepting his punishment.
"You must learn to do things my way, or else..." he said.
He sounded completely different now, much harsher, and when Barbara opened her eyes again and looked up obediently, she found that the object of her oral sex had become Batman in full suit. Those dark eyes hidden behind the thick rubber hood stared at her evilly.
Barbara's desire was suddenly awakened by the figure before her. The sense of responsibility she felt towards Batman, and the guilt of potentially disappointing him, drove her to want to please him as much as possible. She swayed her head back and forth at an increasingly rapid pace until she sensed his arousal. At the same time, she felt as if an electric current had passed through her body, making her even more tense.
Two gloved hands held her head firmly forward, and hot semen sprayed into Barbara's warm lips. She swallowed thirstily, and suddenly, a gloved hand slipped between her legs, passionately teasing her vulva, trying to bring her to a powerful orgasm.
That was almost enough.
She gripped her body tightly, her hips trembling, and Batman groaned loudly, continuing to hold her head until he ejaculated the last drop of semen into Barbara's mouth, flowing down her throat.
Barbara knew this was just a dream, and she would soon wake up to find Batman no longer on top of her. Terrified, she realized that, like every dream before, she was once again unable to reach orgasm. This almost made her sob.
But this time was different. Batwoman was awakened by the gradually increasing pleasure in her body.
She knew she was waking from a familiar erotic dream, but the excitement before orgasm was indeed intensifying within her. This time might be different. She would definitely reach orgasm!
"Ah...ah...ah...!" With her eyes tightly closed, Batwoman moaned seductively, struggling against the impending wakefulness, wanting to satisfy the deepest desires within her.
Wild pleasure gradually accumulated throughout her body, Batwoman's body reacting to the increasing excitement, trembling nervously, finally producing an explosive, intense orgasm.
Suddenly, she felt something was wrong, and quickly became fully awake: her hands weren't placed between her legs as in the dream. In fact, both her hands were raised above her head, tightly handcuffed to the metal bed frame.
She immediately opened her eyes, shocked to find the Eastern woman, whom Xu Ruike had introduced to her in the office and called Lin, with a sinister smile on her beautiful face, looking down at her. Not only that, but through her rubber suit, a hand was stroking between her legs.
"Ugh! Oh...get...away...!" Batwoman roared angrily. When she realized what Lin had done to her while she was lost in a beautiful dream, unable to resist, her blood seemed to run cold, and her whole body turned pink with shame and anger.
"Do you like me touching you like this?" Lin asked with a satisfied smile. "If you like, I can go even further."
"Don't...touch me...!" Batwoman responded fiercely, mocked by Lin. Finding her legs also tightly handcuffed to the bed frame, Batwoman roared at Lin.
Batwoman grunted angrily, writhing and struggling for several minutes, managing to move the bed only a few inches off the floor. Lin watched with glee as she futilely resisted her restraints.
Finding Lin's desire amplified by her desperate struggles, Batwoman suddenly stopped, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her nose as she breathed deeply. Now, all Batwoman could do was give Lin a cold, angry glare.
"Your angry expression is so alluring!"
Lin bent down, approaching Batwoman face-to-face, lightly stroking her flushed cheeks with her fingers and pulling the hair covering her face back. Then she leaned against Batwoman, lightly kissing her cheek, one hand pressed between the heroine's legs, teasing her relentlessly.
"Mmm!" Batwoman groaned softly, turning her head away as Lin tried to slip her tongue into her mouth.
Lin, unconcerned, lightly licked Batwoman's cheek and neck with her tongue, the heroine trying to escape, but to no avail. This wicked woman could do whatever she wanted to Batwoman, whatever she pleased with her body. Now, all she could do was tightly close her eyes, helplessly pulling at the restraints on her hands and feet, tensely contorting her body to its maximum extent.
Lin finished licking Batwoman's neck and ears, leaning back against the bed frame to examine her captive, clearly enjoying the heroine's contemptuous stare. She decided it was time to truly enjoy herself with this writhing, struggling captive.
For a long time, she had fantasized about what she would do to a heroine if she could capture one. This was Lin's first chance to capture a real heroine, and she had so many things she wanted to do that she couldn't decide what to do first. Finally, an idea struck her, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with excitement.
Lin traced the edge of Batwoman's mask with her velvet-gloved fingers, and Batwoman watched her movements nervously, hoping her captor wasn't as thoughtful as she thought.
But her hopes went unanswered. Batgirl caught a fleeting glint in Lin's eyes, as if he could read her mind. When Lin suddenly grabbed the edge of the mask, trying to peel it from her eyes, Batgirl immediately began violently spinning and shaking her head.
"No! Oh…you can't…stop!" Batgirl screamed as Lin removed her mask and deliberately brandished it. Batgirl
suddenly arched her back, pulling violently at the handcuffs. The bed frame shook as she furiously yanked at them. While
she struggled, Lin picked up a damp cloth and vigorously wiped away the black paint smeared around Batgirl's eyes. In a moment, she was back to Barbara Wilson, and Lin gazed admiringly at the soft, beautiful young face that appeared.
"Say hello to the camera," Lin said happily, pointing to a video camera on the ceiling in the corner of the room.
Barbara was completely unaware that Corey… Xu Ruike was in his office, using a remote control to suddenly zoom in on the video camera, capturing Barbara's surprised face in the frame, recording all her features into his archives. He now possessed a trump card that could be used whenever needed.
As Lin began preparing, Barbara could only helplessly watch the camera lens, wondering what other wicked plans she had up her sleeve.

Part Three – The Puppet's Torture
The puppet was training the catwoman.
He tightly handcuffed her to a bondage device, a box-like metal frame, her hands bound behind her back and covered by a single-handed glove. Her long legs dangled loosely from the edge of the frame, about an inch off the floor, her ankles chained together.
As the puppet attached the last piece of jewelry to her new appearance, she wildly kicked her feet upwards, her sexy riding boots bouncing up and down. Watching the puppet retrieve a pair of pliers from a rotating black box containing various tools, Catwoman let out a low growl and writhed.
He used the pliers to pick up a metal ring and insert it into her newly pierced navel. Before this, the puppet had already cut open the rubber suit around her breasts and genitals, piercing her labia and nipples. He had also made a small hole in her tongue and inserted a small, non-steel ball.
Catwoman was furious. Not only had the puppet violated her will by piercing her most sensitive areas, but he had also waited until she awoke from the effects of the anesthetic before proceeding.
"Ugh...oh...oh...!" Catwoman screamed. She wanted to order the puppet to stop immediately, but the gag shoved between her teeth only allowed her to utter indistinct curses.
"You're like a vicious little bitch," the puppet murmured. "But I love prey like you."
Catwoman's eyes blazed with a fierce light, glaring at him with malicious rage, yearning to break free and tear this despicable bastard to shreds. But even if she could escape, it would be impossible. The puppet had already used one of those special tools to remove the razor-sharp claws from her gloves.
Clearly, he derives great pleasure from this, constantly manipulating her body, enjoying her confinement and furious struggles.
Catwoman is not one to be tormented; only her burning desire for freedom keeps her from going mad. When he begins to remove her mask and hood, recording all her reactions, her rage reaches a breaking point.
As he temporarily removed the gag from her, she could only howl like a wildcat, hissing angrily and cursing maliciously, "When I'm free from these restraints, I'll be happy to tear you to pieces." The catwoman warned him in a shrill voice, hoarse from the screams she'd received earlier when the puppet pierced her body. "
Your voice makes me burn with desire," the puppet said with a smile, putting down the video camera and then putting the hood back on her. He then shoved the gag back into her mouth and, as the catwoman violently shook her head in resistance, tightly bound the back of her head with leather straps.
The puppet then took a long, thin metal chain from a tray filled with bundles of chains in his toolbox.
Using a small tool, he attached one end of the chain to a ring at the top of a single-handed glove and pulled the other end between her legs, securing it to a small ring that passed through her labia. This would cause her unbearable pain when she tried to struggle to free herself. Then he took the second chain, securing one end to her navel ring and the other to the chain binding her ankles. The third chain was attached to her nipple rings, dangling between her erect breasts, endlessly irritating Catwoman.
After the puppet secured all the chains to the newly pierced rings, he cruelly mocked her, "That steel ball on your tongue is so that when you give Xurik oral sex, it will give him the greatest pleasure."
All Catwoman could do now was glare hatefully at her tormentor, remaining as still as possible to avoid pulling on the newly fitted metal rings and further aggravating her already painful sensitive areas.
She watched helplessly as the puppet fastened the final humiliating ornament; a diamond-encrusted cat collar was fastened around her neck, and then a leather strap was tied in front of the collar. This was almost unbearable for Catwoman; she vowed to herself that after it was all over, she would kill this beast before her.
"Ready, my little pet," the puppet said, taking out a strange-looking wide-mouthed jar filled with something and holding it up to her eyes. With his other hand, he pulled one of the jars from a drawer in his toolbox, which contained four or five small glass bottles filled with liquid.
"Now we'll begin the next stage of training. I think you'll enjoy it."
Under the catwoman's attentive gaze, the puppet placed the jar on top of his toolbox, dipped his fingers into the jar, immersing them in a jelly-like substance, and then walked up to her.
As his fingers moved towards her lower body, trying to penetrate her tender secret entrance, her worst fears became reality. She tried to clench her legs to resist, but the slippery nectar allowed his fingers to enter her flower path without difficulty. As his fingers forced deeper and deeper, the catwoman couldn't help but gasp.
Suddenly, her eyes widened, her body tensed, and a strong desire, a highly stimulating excitement, arose in her vagina. The puppet diligently filled every crevice with his fingers, while the catwoman bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, reluctantly letting out pleasurable moans. Whatever it was, it plunged her into extreme lust, causing a torrent of warm, nectar to gush out.
"Mmm... Oh...!" The puppet smiled as he watched the catwoman close her eyes and moan incessantly.
Now was the time. He picked up one of the small bottles, opened the cap with his thumb, and held it under her nose. A pungent odor filled the catwoman's nostrils, and a surprisingly intense excitement suddenly shattered all her senses, making her tense all over.
She didn't know what the substance was, but the substance smeared on her body, combined with the scent from the bottle, created an irresistible, intense excitement within her. The puppet watched with keen interest the lustful reaction on the catwoman's face. He was ready to begin her final training.
"You might find it strange why my name is Puppet,"
the catwoman barely heard her cruel trainer say. Her body felt like it was filled with chaotic energy, completely oblivious to what was happening to her. She barely opened her eyes, just in time to see the puppet unbuckle his leather belt and pull out his thick, erect penis. When she saw its size, her eyes widened in surprise.
Her thoughts swung between resisting his violation and submitting to him. It was as if she were engulfed in a raging inferno, desperately needing something to extinguish it. Although she hated the man before her, her body reacted to him in a completely different way. She could only feel lust burning throughout her body.
"I just made this special formula especially for you, Catwoman," the puppet explained, knowing that Catwoman must be wondering what was happening to her body.
"This ointment you apply to your nipples and labia is a mixture of cologne that Shurik often uses and an aphrodisiac. It's a special blend I made to enhance all the responses of your nervous system. From now on, you'll experience an itchy sensation that you want your master to scratch constantly."
The puppet suddenly thrust its thick penis into the catwoman's defenseless opening, penetrating her vagina deeply through the taut chain and the metal ring piercing her labia, causing her to scream sharply.
"Oh!... Ah... Ah...!"
He gripped her full thighs and quickly thrust forcefully into her tightly clenched honey pot, saying, "After my training is over, there will only be one thing you want to do." "
Whenever you approach Mr. Shurik and smell his scent, you'll become like a little female cat in heat, and he will be the only master who can satisfy you." Then, the puppet began to slowly have sex with the catwoman, repeatedly thrusting to the deepest part of her body.
This wicked woman has slowly transformed into a whimpering sex doll, a collectible existing solely for Shurik's amusement.
Part Four – Lin's Ancient Chinese Secrets
: Barbara Wilson's body is covered in sharp, fine needles.
From her chest to her feet, hundreds of gold needles are inserted, resembling an ancient Chinese medical technique, but with special modifications. Lin's ancestors had further developed this ancient medical technique, discovering that by inserting specially designed gold needles into certain areas of the body, it was easy to manipulate the mind.
Over the past few hours, one needle after another had been carefully inserted into different parts of her body, and Barbara found her strong will gradually weakening with each needle.
When Lin inserted the last needle into her "needle pad," she knew Barbara was now in a state of extreme passion, and the training sessions could begin easily.
Her captive was indeed "sitting on pins and needles." Barbara was now like an electric wire, and as the aphrodisiac energy from those needles passed through her nervous system, the sensations and desires on her skin were amplified tenfold, igniting an uncontrollable lust.
Lin wanted to conduct a few more small tests. She bent down close to the Batwoman's lower body; the fabric at the base of her thighs had been cut open, revealing the soft, golden-brown mound of flesh beneath.
Lin gently breathed warm air onto her genitals, and even the slightest touch around her sensitive areas nearly brought the Batwoman to her limit. Her entire body reacted as if suddenly awakened; her slender waist arched upwards in longing, tensing into a bow, and the slowly flowing nectar glistened at the base of her wet vulva.
"Mmm…!" The Batwoman closed her eyes tightly, letting out a soft moan. An incredible, wonderful sensation filled her between her legs. How could anything in this world feel so wonderful? she thought weakly. And Lin hadn't even begun to touch her yet.
While feeling the intense desire rising within her body, her mind struggled, remembering that she was being touched by another woman. When Lin's fingertips lightly touched her mound, the Batwoman almost bit her lip until it bled.
"Oh...oh...!" Batwoman couldn't help but let out a sharp cry as Lin began to tease and play with her clitoris.
After bringing the tense, arched Batwoman to the brink of collapse, Lin lowered his head and kissed her trembling genitals fiercely, cruelly manipulating her with her nimble tongue and skillful fingers. Batwoman
's body began to writhe violently on the bed, her head turning from side to side, her supple waist arching upwards, her still-wearing high-heeled boots digging deeply into the mattress. From the deepest recesses of her soul, Batwoman suddenly experienced an intense orgasm she had never felt before. Honey-like vaginal fluid flowed continuously from her vagina, the inner walls gripping Lin's fingers tightly.
Several minutes passed, and Batwoman was still unable to recover from the orgasm that had numbed her mind. As Lin licked his fingers with satisfaction, smiling smugly at his accomplishment, Batwoman gradually calmed down from her intense, agonizing orgasm. Her breathing became heavy, and she slowly lowered her raised buttocks back onto the mattress.
Lin then carefully began to pull out the needles one by one. Only after she finished did Batwoman recover from the intense excitement of her orgasm, opening her eyes once more to glare angrily at Lin.
Once he had regained Batwoman's attention, Lin told the panting heroine, "Our lesson isn't over yet. Now, I'm going to teach you how to be a Mr. Shurek's sex doll." When she saw Lin fastening a long strap around her waist with a thick dildo attached, Batwoman nearly fainted in surprise. Lin knelt between her spread legs, letting the tip of the dildo touch her wet vulva, immediately tensing the panicked but still aroused heroine.
"Spread your legs wide!" Lin commanded in a seductive voice. She pushed forward, inserting the tip of the dildo directly into Batwoman's cervix.
"Ah...ah...!" Batwoman couldn't help but cry out as Lin penetrated her deeply. Lin's dildo thrust in and out relentlessly, arching her back and tightening the chains binding her ankles to their maximum.
For the next few hours, Lin continued to make love to her with a slow yet intense rhythm. Sometimes she would bend down to kiss and tease the moaning Batwoman, occasionally raising her head to give a wicked smile to the video camera on the ceiling. During this time, the helpless Batwoman could only close her eyes tightly and endure it.
When it was all over, Batwoman was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and collapsed on the bed, her body trembling from each increasingly intense orgasm.
Batwoman was now planned to be one thing: her new role was to become Corey Shurek's sex toy; a living, breathing doll.

Part Five – Shurek, the Sweet Revenge
Puppet: The catwoman was led to Shurek's office. Corey watched him pull on the leash attached to the catwoman's collar, crawling across the floor on all fours, and smiled as they stepped out of the elevator.
As she drew near enough to smell Shurek, she instantly transformed into a docile kitten, automatically nestling against his lap, rubbing her body against him and purring softly.
"Excellent, a perfect result," Shurek praised the puppet. As the puppet triumphantly handed the catwoman's leash back to Shurek, she continued to rub her face against the bulge in Corey's wool trousers.
"While I play with my new pet, you can take the rest of the day off."
"Yes, Mr. Shurek," the puppet bowed, gave a knowing smile, and slowly left the office.
After the elevator doors closed, Xu Ruike immediately tugged at his belt and ordered the catwoman, "Alright, now let me see what you've learned. Get down and lick my shoes clean!"
The catwoman glared angrily at Xu Ruike, but she couldn't muster the willpower to resist his demands. The puppet's psychological and physiological manipulation, coupled with the heightened reaction to Xu Ruike's scent, had already altered her instincts. She only knew that an uncontrollable fire of lust was burning within her, and she was willing to do anything to please the man before her, as long as he could satisfy the intense desire within her.
As she bent down and began licking the tips of Xu Ruike's boots, the catwoman tried to do it as sensually as possible, hoping to please him.
"Yes, you're doing very well," Xu Ruike said approvingly after a few minutes.
He watched as the wicked woman dressed as a catwoman bent down, knees and hands on the ground, her head bobbing above his shoes, his penis gradually hardening.
He tugged at the belt again, then commanded, "Get up and kneel."
Catwoman obeyed immediately, both because of his stern voice and the force of the tug on the belt. The pressure on her neck as he pulled almost made it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, she was facing his waist directly, looking up into his eyes as he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled out his erect penis and slowly brought it closer to her mouth, and she looked at him gratefully. Catwoman's breathing became heavy, beads of sweat glistening on her nose, and she felt herself growing increasingly excited.
"Open your mouth!" Corey commanded, slapping his penis against her cheek. He made Catwoman gasp and open her mouth wide. Xu Rui grabbed the back of her hood and pulled it forward, his penis piercing through her wet lips, almost plunging into her throat, giving the surprised Catwoman a powerful stimulation.
"Mmm...mmm...!"
The catwoman's sweet lips tightly enveloped his penis. The warm, moist sensation of her mouth, and the stimulation from the small metal ball on her tongue, made Corey groan involuntarily.
He gripped her head tightly with both hands and began to thrust back and forth in her thirsty mouth, easily penetrating to the deepest point. The catwoman eagerly licked, her almost full mouth beginning to suck. Her hands passionately gripped his thighs tightly.
Corey forced her to perform oral sex for over an hour. When he was about to lose his temper, he forcefully pulled her up, dragging her by the strap attached to her collar, and led her to a bench, making her bend over and lie face down on the bench, her full buttocks raised high.
Without uttering a single word, Xu Ruike teasingly stroked her slippery, wet opening with his fingers, then buried his fingers deep into her trembling flower path. Then he brought the hot tip to the narrow opening, and the slippery nectar immediately moistened his erect penis. Then he gritted his teeth and thrust hard.
As Corey's penis filled the depths of her passage, touching her most sensitive clitoris, Catwoman screamed. Xu Rui began to thrust wildly, his lower body slamming against her round buttocks. As he forcefully pulled on the leather strap around her neck, all she could do was instinctively raise her lower body to avoid being choked and unable to breathe.
Catwoman was now completely immersed in the excitement of intercourse. As the slowly building climax began to concentrate on her body, her "itching sensation" was finally completely satisfied.
"You'll be a perfect sex slave, Catwoman," Corey muttered mockingly as he continued his thrusting.
"Your body is still so tight, able to satisfy every little desire and fantasy of mine. You like it when I treat you like this, don't you, Serena?"
Upon hearing the last sentence, Catwoman's ears perked up. She realized he already knew her true identity. Before she could even focus on the thought for a few seconds, Corey thrust deeper and harder into her sweet little hole, a surge of ecstasy erupting deep within her, causing her body to spasm and contract.
She let out long, low moans, her entire body surrendering to the wild sensation. As she felt Corey ejaculate deep inside her, the catwoman's desire intensified, her hips thrusting upwards with even greater ferocity in sync with his thrusts.
Corey watched with pleasure as the catwoman reached her climax, then thrust deeply several more times until he was almost breathless. Just as suddenly as he had entered her, Corey withdrew his penis completely from her honeyed hole without warning, leaving the surprised catwoman panting in disappointment. Then she felt herself being pulled and forced to stand up, facing Corey face to face.
"Do you like everything I've done to you, catwoman?" Corey asked with a smile.
Catwoman was still panting heavily: "Oh!...Yes...Yes!...Oh!"
Without any warning, Corey swung his hand forcefully, the back of his hand slamming into Catwoman's cheek, sending her flying backward. Her high-heeled boots stumbled back a few steps on the floor before crashing heavily against the opposite wall. Before
Catwoman could recover from the violent impact, Corey walked up to her and punched her hard in the stomach, almost forcing all the air out of her lungs.
As she doubled over in pain, gasping for precious air, Shurik grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her to the floor with her limbs spread wide.
As Shurik walked to her side and cruelly stomped on her ankles to prevent her from crawling away, Catwoman groaned in pain, curling her body to minimize the damage. Then he kicked her hard in the lower abdomen with the tip of his shoe, turning her over so she lay face up, unable to move.
Catwoman looked up in terror as Shurik stomped a thick-soled leather foot on her throat, his right hand gripping the leather strap around her neck and yanking it upwards. He held the wicked woman tightly, watching mercilessly as she twisted and struggled, clutching his ankle in an attempt to ease the pressure on her neck that was suffocating her.
"This is revenge for my uncle—Max," Corey roared, stomping down again. Catwoman's face flushed crimson from lack of oxygen.
He cruelly watched as her eyes slowly lost focus, almost fainting, before lifting his foot slightly. Catwoman let out a few deep sighs, slowly beginning to breathe. Shurik continued to roughly pull on the leather strap binding Catwoman until she was face to face with him again.
"I don't want to kill you yet...at least not now. Before that, I have many interesting plans to enjoy you... Serena, come with me here, I'm going to show you the new home you'll be living in for the rest of your life."
The catwoman was led to a private bedroom equipped with torture racks and various torture devices. In the center of the dimly lit room was a large round bed with handcuffs attached to the frame. Every inch of the four walls was covered with mirrors, and video cameras were mounted around at various angles.
It was like a sadist/slave owner's dream paradise, with rows and rows of whips, handcuffs, various gags, and other torture devices neatly arranged in cabinets decorated with erotic pictures.
As she looked around at her new surroundings, the catwoman felt utterly defeated, a bewildering sense of being completely used filling her heart. She couldn't think of a way to cope with this new situation. The only thing she could think of was that her life had become a long road filled with suffering.

Part Six – Batgirl's New Character
After Shurik locked his new prize in the room and returned to his office, the elevator doors dinged open, revealing another alluring sight. Lin emerged with his latest prey – Batgirl, Barbara Wilson.
Corey never forgot a face, and he had indeed seen her picture in the Gotham Morning Post's archives. She had accompanied Dick Grayson to a Gotham City charity fundraising dinner; the report mentioned that she had attended schools abroad, now lived at Bruce Wayne's manor, and was a distant relative of Chief of Staff Alfred Pennyworth. Beyond that, little was known about her.
He decided to gather more information about her tonight.
When Lin returned to his desk with the trained heroine, Corey was lounging on a leather sofa, smoking a high-end Cuban cigar.
"Hello, Batgirl," Shurik greeted her.
She was still in her full Batgirl costume, and her mask had reverted to its original state.
As Batgirl came into Xu Ruike's line of sight and heard his voice, a strange reaction suddenly occurred to her. She felt like a lovesick young girl, nervously standing before her crush. She bit her lower lip tightly, her breathing rapid, feeling utterly helpless.
Corey smiled, put down the cigar from his mouth, blew a smoke ring, quite pleased with her seventeen or eighteen-year-old-girl-like behavior and her awkward body language.
"Lin, you can leave now," Corey said to his men with a smile. "I think the puppet is waiting for you downstairs. You're all on leave tonight."
Lin bowed like a Japanese geisha, her eyes sparkling as she slowly walked into the elevator.
After the elevator doors closed, Corey turned around and carefully examined Batgirl from head to toe.
Wearing that black rubber outfit with silver trim, tightly hugging her body and perfectly showcasing her curves, she was indeed a beautiful sight. He loved her high-heeled boots and cape, and how the outfit accentuated her breasts and the curves of her hips and thighs.
He couldn't wait to make love to her, and he knew all he had to do was ask. But he decided to play a little game with her first, to test her willpower.
"Batwoman, you have a great body."
His compliment made Batwoman blush. Corey noticed her figure, which she found very feminine. If that was what he wanted, she couldn't help but want to show more.
"Show me a backflip."
Batwoman was slightly surprised by his request at first, but she immediately smiled ingratiatingly at him.
Okay, if that's what he wants. She crouched slightly, then spun backward like a coil being unwound, stretching out her hands and supporting herself on the floor with her palms. Her nimble body quickly flipped around, her high-heeled boots landing firmly on the ground with a thud, her cape flowing around her.
"Yes. You did very well," Corey said approvingly, a surge of excitement filling Batgirl's entire body.
"Are you really satisfied?" Batgirl asked, ready to perform again at his request.
"Of course. Very satisfied," Xu Rui assured her, walking towards the heroine who was proudly posing for him.
"Now I want you to do something else for me."
"Anything!" Batgirl cried out as Xu Rui placed a hand on her waist, slowly pulling her closer. His other hand reached behind her, grasping Batgirl's firm buttocks and gently caressing them through her rubber suit.
"Tell me your true identity." Corey whispered in Batgirl's ear as he lifted his hips, slowly bringing his genitals to the crotch of her legs.
Upon hearing his request, Batgirl was speechless with surprise, only able to stare silently at Corey, her lips slightly parted as she tried to decipher the meaning of his words. Did
he really want to know her secret identity?
Should she tell him? Could she tell him?
What would Batman do if he found out?
Oh! Why was he asking me this?
She frowned in distress, her lips slightly downturned.
"How is it?" Corey probed, his hands simultaneously caressing Batgirl's breasts from outside her clothes.
"I...can't...can't..." Batgirl couldn't help but sigh under his touch, responding haltingly.
"Why not?"
"Please...don't ask me to do this," Batgirl said, biting her lip tightly.
“I really want you to tell me.”
“No…” Batwoman groaned, closing her eyes.
Why did he make her feel this way? Batwoman wondered. What had he done to me to control all my feelings?
“If you really love me, you’ll tell me,” Corey said, teasing her struggling emotions.
Batwoman sobbed softly, her body trembling. She resisted with all her might, not wanting to agree to his request, but it was no use.
Finally, she parted her soft, trembling lips and murmured, “Barbara…”
“Barbara. And what?” Corey pressed, reaching between her legs and stroking the mound with his palm.
“Oh!” Batwoman groaned, closing her eyes tightly, trying to resist the name that was about to escape her lips.
“Barbara… Wilson.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Please… Mr. Shurek…” Barbara sobbed.
“Go on, please tell me.”
Batgirl lowered her head like a child confessing to a wrongdoing, accepting her defeat.
“Wayne Manor.”
“What? Wayne Manor!” Corey exclaimed in surprise.
“Living with my old friend, Bruce Wayne?”
“Yes…yes.” Batgirl responded, trying to suppress her sobs.
“Don’t worry, Batgirl, Bruce won’t bother you. We’re good friends, and I won’t reveal a word.”
“Really?” Batgirl asked skeptically, feeling a little more invigorated.
“One hundred percent.” Shurek lovingly stroked every inch of her body clad in the Batgirl costume, assuring the heroine, “Your secret…and Batman and Robin’s secret, I absolutely will not reveal, but…”
Batgirl suddenly became alert. He had discovered all the secrets! So, what kind of price did he want for this “but”?
“Before I do that, you must agree to a small condition.”
“What kind of condition?” Batgirl asked. She had no idea what else he wanted from her.
"You'll stay here and be my bride…" Corey began to explain. "And bear my children."
Batgirl was utterly astonished, speechless. How could he possibly ask her, a heroine dedicated to fighting criminals, to be his wife, let alone bear his children?
"I think you might be wondering why you were chosen," Corey said.
"I'll explain in detail why. I'm very wealthy, and I also want to preserve that wealth. You probably already know what Catwoman did to my uncle and cousin Chip. Well, to put it simply, I'm now the sole survivor of the Shrek family, and of course, I can't live forever, so… I want someone to continue the Shrek family's wealth… and bear some heirs, if you're willing."
Batgirl listened to Shrek's explanation with a hint of surprise and curiosity. She hadn't expected him to say something like this, and under his constant caresses, all she could think about was the increasing excitement in her body. She was about to climax in his arms if he didn't stop immediately.
Shurek continued, "So, you should have noticed when you lived with my old friend Bruce that being too rich can sometimes be a disadvantage. Especially in relationships. You can hardly know who's trustworthy…whether she's approaching you for the money…or because…anyway, you know what I'm going to say…"
"I still don't…oh…understand," Batgirl groaned, barely managing to reply.
"Since you've answered all my questions so frankly, I'll tell you all the facts," Corey replied.
“I’ve had my share of women, but I’m tired of dating those young, beautiful actresses and socialites that Gotham City has to offer. I recently broke up with a woman Bruce Wayne knew quite well—Julie Madison. An empty-headed, gold-digging bitch, always clinging to one rich idiot after another, trying to use all her tricks to ensnare a millionaire…like trying to get herself pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, she’s amazing in bed…and her oral sex skills are incredible, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life worrying about prenuptial agreements or divorce lawyers.”
“I still can’t…do that,” Batgirl replied painfully, still struggling to regain her senses, but her body ached from the bliss Shurek was leading her to.
“Of course you can…and you’ll say yes,” Corey said with a smile as he led Batgirl out of the office and down a hidden corridor to a private room.
"Come this way, I have a suite designed just for you."
Shrek led the increasingly weak and submissive Batwoman into a luxurious apartment with panoramic views of Gotham City.
“From now on, this is your home,” Corey told her as he showed her around the rooms.
When they reached the bedroom, Corey said to her, “Relax and make yourself comfortable.”
Batgirl remained silent again, surprised, completely unsure what to do or say in this situation.
Hurlick, pleased to notice her hesitation, finally spoke up: “While I’m trying to catch up on some work, why don’t you take off that Batgirl outfit and take a nice hot bath? There’s a closet over there, filled with all sorts of towels and underwear. Pick out a sexy outfit, make yourself look prettier, and then come back to this big bed so we can start our honeymoon properly. I’m not young anymore, so I don’t want to waste any time making those little Hurlicks. Let’s get started!”
As he left the room, leaving Batgirl alone, she did as Corey instructed. She removed her Batwoman costume, walked naked into the bathroom, and sat in a huge, bubbly jacuzzi.
The longer she stayed in the tub, the more relaxed she felt, and Barbara began to revel in all of Shurek's demands and desires. The more she thought about him, the more aroused she became by the thought of bearing his children.
By the time she left the tub and dried herself with a large towel, her legs were already wet with excitement. She hurriedly applied makeup to Corey and fixed her hair before heading to the closet. After trying on several clothes, she finally found the perfect outfit—a garter belt, lace stockings, leather high heels, a corset, and a silk scarf.
She went to the large bed in the center of the room, pulled back the soft silk sheets, and climbed onto it, lying down in the most sensual position she could imagine. Minutes ticked by as she waited anxiously, hoping Corey would return soon so they could start making love immediately.
Barbara. Wilson smiled at the large, shimmering mirror on the ceiling, contemplating what she would do to Corey in bed later. She was willing to do anything to make him happy.
When he entered the room, she felt dizzy like a girl in love. She watched with longing as he undressed, piece by piece, until he finally came over and climbed onto the large bed.
Seeing Barbara's already wet lower body, Corey smiled, spread her legs, and smoothly entered her tight, wetness.
From evening until the next morning, he made love to her passionately many times, in every place they could think of, using every position they could imagine. After each orgasm, Barbara would caress and suck his penis, trying to make him erect again. Time and again, Corey ejaculated inside her until he felt satisfied.
Later, before they both drifted off to sleep, Corey smiled to himself, pleased that his plan had succeeded. He now possesses a young and beautiful woman to bear his children, and a sexy stunner as a sex toy to satisfy his darkest desires.
In terms of both love and lust, he has achieved the most perfect ending.

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