【The Fall of the Perfect Lady 3】Silver Member

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Wendy turned on the camera on the TV cabinet and winked at the lens.

"Hello everyone, it's Wendy's daily masturbation time again."

After saying that, she couldn't help but cover her face and laugh shyly. Although it was called masturbation time, it was actually the first thing she did every morning when she woke up, and there was no live broadcast behind the camera. It was just a simple recording. Wendy said that only to imitate those live streamers.

Wendy remembered the advertising slogan very clearly: "Automatic focus always focuses on your beauty, shoot your own sex blockbuster, and you too can become a porn star watched by the public." Just seeing this advertisement made Wendy click on the purchase without thinking.

Wendy not only signed up for a membership card for this company, but also linked her credit card. After entering this circle, Wendy realized that female masturbation addiction was so common. Just like the company's advertising slogan, "Exquisite woman, exquisite self-love," they not only shared their experiences and insights on the website, but also uploaded their masturbation videos, and even live-streamed their daily "masturbation time."

So this was the life of modern women. She had been too busy with her heroic activities to pay attention to these popular trends. She definitely needed to brush up on her knowledge.

"Masturbation... masturbation in AV... behind my husband's back... masturbating every day... every day... masturbation in AV... masturbation... can't stop," Wendy hummed a familiar tune rhythmically, opening a drawer and taking out a colorful collection of CDs. Her body was ready, as if this had become a conditioned reflex, like a dog eagerly awaiting a walk, excited and expectant.

She opened the TV cabinet drawer, revealing rows of brand-new CD cases.

Wendy swallowed hard, randomly pulling out a few from the numerous unopened AV discs. She spread them out before her, admiring the covers:

The Birth of the Perfect Cow,

The World's Best Bitch,

The Perfect Life of a Perfect Lady,

The Perfect Bitch's First Lesson,

The Perfect Sex Slave vs. the Muscular Criminal.

Just reading these vulgar and explicit titles made her uterus twitch with excitement, making her want to masturbate right now. But that would waste precious orgasms; synchronizing orgasms with those in the video is fundamental to AV appreciation.

Wendy eagerly pulled out a box; she'd start with this "first lesson."

The box cover featured a sexy, seductive image of herself kneeling on the floor, her heavily made-up face slightly tilted back, her eyes, half-closed and hazy beneath pale purple eyeshadow, gazing at the camera. Milky white saliva oozing from her mouth added to the alluring and seductive effect.

Looking at the actress's captivating beauty on the cover, Wendy felt a surge of satisfaction and pride, as if it were a compliment.

She pressed play, and the familiar music began. Without hesitation, she hummed along. The tune seemed to possess a magical power, instantly relaxing her.

"I am the perfect lady, the perfect lady is me." As soon as her character uttered this line, Wendy felt a lightness in her body, as if her soul had been drawn out, merging with her on-screen self.

Just like yesterday, her empty shell sank into the sofa, the friction of the leather against her skin providing immense pleasure. Clothes? Why wear such cumbersome things?

The film opens with Wendy storming the lair of the Two-Horned Beasts alone. Two-Horned Beasts? Probably an original evil organization; never heard of them. Wendy kicks open the iron door and rushes into the room where the mastermind is. The room is sparsely furnished, yet contains a huge circular waterbed, and Wendy's nemesis, Lady Snake Eyes, is lying on it, wearing a black and green bodysuit.

Wendy easily defeats the guards lying in ambush behind the door and walks straight towards Lady Snake Eyes. "It's time to pay for your crimes!"

"Oh, really? Big-breasted idiot~, I've already figured out your weakness," Lady Snake Eyes says flirtatiously, writhing on the bed. Her eyes are especially captivating, two green points like phosphorescent lights in the night, inviting you to delve deeper, seemingly weeping and pleading. Big-breasted idiot

… Hearing this title, Wendy shudders, as if a switch has been flipped… What… what was she supposed to do when she heard "Big-breasted idiot"?

Right, I have to obey my master… But where is my master?

Wendy shook her head, trying to concentrate on watching the AV, focusing on the criminal before her.

The Snake-Eyed Lady had casually uttered this secret nickname—could this be her destined "master"?

Just the word "big-breasted idiot" sent her wild thoughts racing, her gaze involuntarily drawn to the criminal's sexy figure.

"I already knew. The heroine everyone sees is a serious sex addict." The Snake-Eyed Lady smugly pressed the remote control, and the large screen behind her instantly filled with photos of perfect women masturbating.

What is this? Wendy carefully examined the photos—they showed her masturbating wildly in public restrooms, alleyways, on rooftops, and in her living room. Is this me? I am indeed a woman who likes masturbation, addicted to it, but is all of this true? Displaced memories spread through her mind, making her doubt herself. She tried to suppress these strange thoughts, focusing her attention on the sexy and beautiful female criminal before her. She thought for a moment before remembering the previous topic, "I am... a sex addict?"

"Yes~" Madam Snake-Eyed smiled seductively, "The reason you became a hero is because you're addicted to the thrill of being watched and ogled, isn't it? You like appearing in front of everyone in revealing clothes to satisfy your lewd desires..."

Seeing Wendy's dazed and confused state, Madam Snake-Eyed's eyes gleamed even brighter, her voice piercing the soul, delivering a witch's verdict. "And the evidence is that every time you wear your superhero costume to carry out justice, you secretly insert a vibrator inside you." Madam Snake-Eyed pressed a button in her hand.

A tooth-grinding, intense stimulation came from her lower body, the fine vibrations shooting straight to Wendy's spinal cord, making her legs weak and trembling uncontrollably.

"I... wear... a vibrator... every day?" How could this be? Reason slightly resisted, but she couldn't refute it; the pleasure that made her weak all over was truly raging within her.

This was a brainwashing penis? Or was it the vibrator she'd secretly hidden under her hero's uniform? The Snake-Eyed Lady's voice made her head spin, and before she could react, a violent vibration assaulted her brain.

As the vibration frequency increased, Wendy, kneeling on the ground, let out intermittent groans. A continuous, tingling, electric-like stimulation coursed through her body from between her legs. Wendy's teeth chattered, her vision blurred, and she breathed heavily, her heart pounding. She lay prostrate on the ground, her hands clenched tightly, her throbbing eyes rolling upwards.

"Hmph, how is it? How is it? Looks like this information is all true, you big-breasted idiot."

"Ugh," Wendy gasped, such intense, wicked pleasure shooting up her spine to the back of her head. The Snake-Eyed Lady's few words twisted and negated her life's work as a hero; such vicious words brought a piercing sweetness. She desperately clenched the vibrator between her legs, feeling as if she was about to fall in love with this Snake-Eyed Lady. "Quickly, say more, say more humiliating things to me! Yes, yes, I'm a masturbation addict, a perverted exhibitionist!"

The Snake-Eyed Lady smugly scorned Wendy: "Come on, beg for mercy, you lewd cow." She slowly increased the vibration frequency with her fingertips.

"Eek—ah...ah~ah—" Wendy immediately gave up resisting, letting out a lewd moan, her legs giving way, and she knelt before the evil villain's bed. Wendy displayed a foolish, climaxing expression; all the majesty and power of the perfect lady vanished before the stimulation of sex.

“How does it feel to dress like a whore and play with yourself in the air every day? You exhibitionist!” Lady Snake Eyes’ boot tip landed on Wendy’s head. Wendy’s face was soaked in her own saliva. “You slut, we’ve found your weakness. As long as you’re having an orgasm, you’re a useless piece of trash.”

Wendy collapsed to the ground, the afterglow of pleasure still lingering in her body, her body limp as if boneless.

Lady Snake Eyes’ boot tip lifted Wendy’s chin: “Men, take her to the brainwashing room!”

As she spoke, two men in henchman uniforms came up, one on each side, and lifted Wendy onto a gynecological chair. As soon as her legs were spread and fastened, the vibrating egg slid out of her soaking wet body. In its place, a huge metal dildo was pressed against Wendy’s genitals. Without the tingling sensation from the vibrating egg, the emptiness of pleasure brought a little clarity to her mind. Even though a huge penis was pressed against her, at least it was still. "They just mentioned a brainwashing room?" Wendy felt her heart clench again. Being brainwashed by a criminal organization was arguably the most terrifying end for a superhero. Although brainwashing technology didn't exist in reality, the idea of a superhero becoming a brainwashing slave of criminals was simply... too immoral, too exciting. A superhero becoming an accomplice and sex slave of criminals after being brainwashed was a classic sexual fantasy. Wendy also knew from adult videos that brainwashing often brought immense pleasure, making her body, which had just climaxed, excited again. But first... of course, she couldn't accept it willingly; she had to beg for mercy in fear. Only such acting could arouse the audience's sadistic desires and make the defeated heroine appear helpless and sexy.

"What will happen to a heroine who can't even kill a chicken after being injected with their enslavement aphrodisiac? She'll definitely be more lewd than an ordinary woman," Snake Eyes said, playing with Wendy's nipples as she delivered the somewhat affected lines.

"No...no...I...you know my secret...I...I'll do whatever you say." Wendy blushed as she leaned her head against Madam Snake Eyes. Her expression was less of a plea and more of a secret crush.

"Such a sexy body, it's a shame it's not our sex slave. But today, Perfect Lady, we're taking it to the next level. From now on, we'll call you...Perfect Bitch, how about that?" Madam Snake Eyes affectionately held Wendy's head and whispered in her ear.

"I'll listen to whatever you say...really..." The mechanical chair behind her creaked as the exaggerated, pot-lid-shaped brainwashing device slowly closed. Despite being bound, she tried to hunch her neck to avoid the helmet-like, pot-lid-like device.

"Of course...of course you'll listen to me, but before that..." Madam Snake Eyes pulled the mechanical arm in front of Wendy, and a pair of glowing needles pierced Wendy's nipples. With crude special effects, a green potion mixed with fluorescent powder was injected into Wendy's breasts.

"Ah... this is..." She hadn't expected that a pair of needles would invade her body first. Wendy felt a slight stinging in her nipples, followed by a cool sensation deep within her breasts.

"Don't be afraid, my little bitch, it's just a little bit of enslavement potion, just to make you lustful and submissive, it won't hurt at all."

Just as Madam Snake Eyes had said, the menacing needles piercing her breasts didn't cause Wendy pain; instead, a gentle itching sensation slowly spread. Her hands unconsciously cupped her full breasts and began to rub them... This made her somewhat confused: Weren't my hands bound?

Wendy felt her breasts swell and itch, a flowing itch writhing within her flesh. Her breasts slowly swelled under the special effects, and her nipples became erect, trembling in the air.

Wendy felt her breasts were so itchy, so uncomfortable, as if she wanted to rub them, as if she wanted to be roughly kneaded, cruelly whipped. The itching in her breasts was like a mischievous little imp; every time Wendy pinched one spot, it would dart to another. Wendy's ample bosom made it impossible to touch every part. With this fine, thread-like itch, her thoughts became sluggish. "Breasts affect the brain," Wendy chuckled.

With a click, Lady Snake Eyes released Wendy's restraints, but Wendy was still stunned for a moment before realizing her hands were already free... But her breasts felt so heavy... She wanted to touch them... Her gaze was hazy as she looked at the woman before her... Should she resist her? Or should she obey her? Her mind was in turmoil; she desperately wanted to ask her opinion...

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Wendy, her tongue lolling out in a daze, her eyes hazy and her face flushed, her bewildered eyes veiled with moisture. After the drugs weakened her self-awareness, the heroine's thoughts instantly became weak and helpless, like a cowardly puppy. But before Lady Snake Eyes could offer her advice, Wendy could only try her best to satisfy herself... Her hands moved faster and faster, with increasing force, but for some reason, it was like sinking into a quagmire, her body feeling increasingly empty.

"Come on, put this on, you little bitch." With Lady Snake Eyes' command, the members of the Dipper handed over a pair of specially modified breast pumps. The entire suction cup had been replaced with a latex hemispherical shape, capable of completely enveloping the entire breast.

Yes, this was what Wendy needed, a way to knead Wendy's entire breast. How could she not have thought of such a clever idea?

Wendy took the breast pumps and forcefully encased her two large breasts inside. The black soft rubber breast pump perfectly conformed to Wendy's large, obstructive breasts, the soft rubber covering her breasts with a glossy sheen. Before Wendy was fully awake, it began to vibrate gently, the subtle tremors echoing between the pressure points of her breasts. The suction of the breast pump relentlessly sucked and pulled at her nipples, massaging her areolas, causing Wendy to writhe in a daze, wanting to endure yet unable to resist this gentle pleasure.

Now, she was even somewhat grateful to Madam Snake Eyes; she had never imagined that a "supervillain" could be so considerate, so understanding of her.

"Come on, put this cock in yourself," Madam Snake Eyes said, lightly kissing the corner of Wendy's mouth.

Wendy lazily spread her legs, accompanied by somewhat affected panting, and inch by inch, seductively pushed the exaggerated metal phallus into her body, finally dipping it in her sticky vaginal fluid and tasting it. Wendy was acutely aware that she was becoming submissive, blindly so, but what was wrong with submitting to a mistress who brought her endless pleasure?

With a gentle press, the Snake-Eyed Lady sent electric currents coursing through her body's acupoints, making her breasts tingle and throb involuntarily. The medication in her mammary glands gradually spread throughout her body with the massage. The breast pump's vibrations intensified, the currents seemingly consciously and gently kneading Wendy's breasts. She felt every sexual cell in her body awakening, every inch of her skin becoming sensitive. Her body was becoming more wanton, her whole being was turning lewd, but under such intense pleasure, Wendy completely lost her will to resist, forgetting where she was.

Wendy's body trembled, a gush of fluid flowing between her legs, and she climaxed. A gentle, not intense climax, yet like a vat of warm milk, slowly releasing her fatigue, making her drowsy, slowly dissolving into this hazy, confused space.

Wendy was instantly immersed in a blissful sense of satisfaction, her body limp and boneless against the chair back, her hands hanging limply at her sides, seemingly waiting for her master to bind her again.

Lady Snake-Eyes smiled contentedly, her gloved fingertips gently rubbing Wendy's clitoris, lightly biting Wendy's earlobe, and blowing into her ear, "Come on, you little bitch, put on the brainwashing device yourself." Wendy felt as if her voice was a fragrant breeze drilling into her brain, flowing directly through her brain and numbing her spinal cord. Without hesitation, she raised her limp hands and affectionately embraced the brainwashing device, as if embracing her lover, putting it on herself.

"Excellent," Lady Snake-Eyes praised, gazing at Wendy's proud smile, knowing that the aphrodisiac had completely permeated the heroine's body. "Begin!"

The control lights behind her lit up one by one, and the members of the Twin Horned Beasts busily began operating the complex machinery. The hum of electricity echoed throughout the building. Sparks and flashes of light danced across the set. With crude special effects, the scene was once again enveloped in a pink vortex. This was all too familiar to Wendy; it was the signature effect of a brainwashing scene, a sign that a thrilling and sexy MC performance and a mesmerizing hypnotic climax were about to begin. What could be more exciting than destroying the will of a heroine?

Her body, still reflexively climaxing, immediately ignited her lust, and her heart clenched with anticipation once more.

Wendy quickly sat up, pursed her lips, and stared intently at the screen, her eyes fixed on the center of the vortex, afraid of missing the chance to be brainwashed and climaxed alongside herself.

With a buzzing sound, a powerful hypnotic signal pierced Wendy's blonde hair, penetrated her skull, and reached her brain. At that moment, a thick mechanical penis, pressed against her cervix, began vibrating wildly inside her. The same hypnotic sound waves emanated from the tip of the vibrator, spreading throughout her uterus and triggering a resonance throughout her body. As the vibrations traveled up her spine, reaching the top of her head, she heard her teeth chattering... Her mind raced along a bumpy road

... White light... Purple boots... Dark eyes... Ah... Lies... Brain... Brain... Is going to be... burned... "After breaching her willpower, her brain lost its ability to keep secrets, unconsciously muttering whatever thoughts were in her head, letting saliva drip from the corner of her mouth...

Wendy unconsciously squeezed her legs together, trying to press against the brainwashing penis. The thick glans constantly vibrated against her cervix, the tingling stimulation accumulating into a torrent of pleasure, the torrent of pleasure converging into a new climax. The rough metal surface massaged every inch of Wendy's vaginal walls, the bumps gently massaging in conjunction with the vaginal contractions. The unprecedented ecstasy almost melted Wendy's bones, her body abandoning its unresponsive consciousness and actively twisting her waist to welcome it. The bumps rubbed and rotated incessantly inside her vagina, releasing subtle currents, stimulating every inch of the genital mucosa with pleasure. In Wendy's shattered consciousness, there was only one climax after another.

A spark flashed from the metal protrusion of the glans, and a strong high-voltage current pierced deep into her uterus, making

Wendy's whole body shudder. This climax was even more intense, her love juices flowing like..." A forbidden, unrestrained glint appeared. Wendy's eyes rolled back like a prostitute overdosing on drugs, her mind blank, utterly devoid of any trace of the heroic spirit she once possessed. Wendy slumped onto the sofa, panting as she watched the television. This climax was several times more intense than the previous one, the afterglow like an endless ocean, making Wendy completely addicted to this kind of brainwashing orgasm.

So-called willpower and strength were nothing but illusions; a single electric shock shattered all illusions like smoke. Stripped of the heroine's rational facade, Wendy revealed the wanton, lustful state of a female animal. At this moment, perhaps no one would believe that this ugly state originated from an inviolable fighter against evil...

As her body skeletalized in ecstasy, her spirit also lost its way in a bizarre spiral. In the dim, chaotic space, the intense pleasure, the eternal, endless spiral, the familiar, wanton moans blurred the lines between eroticism and beauty. Until a familiar voice, a familiar line, immediately drew her attention.

"I am the perfect lady, the perfect lady is me!"

Wendy's empty eyes lit up, and she immediately repeated, "I am the perfect lady, the perfect lady is me!" She chanted loudly, like a fanatical believer's slogan. Then, slogans followed one after another, like a machine gun, gushing from her lips.

"I am the perfect bitch, the perfect bitch is me!" "I am a superhero, I am a super whore!" "I fight crime, I obey criminals!" "

As the lewd and obscene slogans chanted, the screen began to flicker rapidly, faster than the human brain could process, projecting a deluge of information onto the retina and flooding the brain via the optic nerve. Wendy's slightly recovered consciousness was immediately overwhelmed by the torrent of lewd data.

Images of various women flashed before Wendy's eyes: heavily made-up women swallowing and spitting out penises, seductive dancers leaning against poles, office ladies spreading their buttocks through pantyhose. These figures swept through Wendy's mind, a tornado of images engulfing her brain. She didn't know if it was an illusion or imagination, but these images... these scenes, were so real... every single one of them..." Things... were all so... familiar... like things happening right beside her, things she'd witnessed, things she'd taken for granted... She remembered the young woman, the dancer, the office lady... She knew whose penis it was... she even remembered how delicious it was... She knew the address of that dance hall... the office furnishings... Real and false memories mingled together... Her mind was about to explode...

Suddenly, the sexy women ripped open their clothes, revealing superhero costumes underneath. They were all super... What? Wendy couldn't quite remember the term. Right, super prostitutes.

"I am the perfect lady, the perfect lady is me!" "I am the perfect bitch, the perfect bitch is me!" "I am a superhero, I am a super prostitute!" "I fight crime, I obey criminals!" These slogans haunted her like ghosts, appearing in her most hesitant and panicked moments...

Like a dream, more and more illusions surfaced in her consciousness. It was as if she were in a world of sexual fantasies, filled with the alluring faces of super prostitutes. These voluptuous beauties were all dressed in revealing clothing: ultra-thin bodysuits that showed even their areolas, deep V-necks revealing cleavage, and sheer shawls covering their voluptuous bodies; tight leather outfits outlining their seductive curves; and mesh bodysuits highlighting their wanton sexiness... Each super prostitute was like a demonstration, flashing through Wendy's mind. Their expressions exemplified how to display their lust, how to seduce men, how to please a penis. At first, Wendy was slightly confused, but she quickly adapted to this relentless onslaught. Her superhuman physical abilities granted her incredible reaction speed, allowing her to process everything that flashed by at the risk of mental breakdown. Her brain repeatedly absorbed and imitated their movements and attire. Every allure, every posture, every seduction was deeply imprinted on Wendy's subconscious.

Various masturbation techniques, oral sex skills, and riding techniques on a man's penis were also washed into Wendy's memory… Wendy's own voice echoed in her ears: "We are super prostitutes… Wendy is a super prostitute… a super prostitute is Wendy… they are Wendy." Unconsciously, Wendy merged into this world of lust. Whether she wanted to or not, under the constant urging of the voice, Wendy began to unconsciously memorize these techniques and expressions, imitating these wanton behaviors. Consciousness gradually blurred and mixed in this sea of information, while memories were deeply imprinted in Wendy's subconscious.

At this moment, she felt like an ignorant infant, and everything before her was so wonderful and interesting, worthy of her tireless study. She didn't need to know why, nor did she need to know, but she knew very well that perfectly replicating their forms was her master's great ambition, and obeying this was the only way for her to please her master.

As her studies deepened, her scattered gaze refocused, and her dull eyes regained their resolve, but this time it was not for justice, but for her master.

No, her master was justice itself.

Her limp body regained its strength, and she sat upright in the comfort chair, looking at Lady Snake Eyes with unwavering devotion, her eyes as pure as a newly completed doll, awaiting new commands.

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