Taming the Batwoman

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 be activated soon.

Corey Shurek, Max Shurek's nephew and heir, had arranged with Batwoman to test

the building's high-tech security system. He had told the press that he had bought 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

(the man who, in a sense, "murdered" Serena Kyle)'s 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 , 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 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 system

deactivated , she only had a few seconds to retrieve the diamonds and escape safely. After pulling open the metal door

, she was shocked to find it empty. She immediately realized she had been tricked,

a suspicion confirmed by the voice behind her.

"Catwoman, you really came. I knew you couldn't resist such temptation," Batwoman

said , as the office lights slowly came on. She appeared, 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 was striking, from her pointed boots and shimmering hips down to

her breasts.

Catwoman turned around, hissing angrily. "Batwoman! This was your trap! Why

?

" "Because you're a criminal," Batwoman said.

"And because Corey Shurek asked for my help. He appreciates your assistance in finding the 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.

"It sounds like you have a bit of a crush on him," Catwoman said mockingly. "How lovely! I must say

you two would make a perfect couple—a bat and a rat."

"Well, I suppose you could choose an easier way..." Batwoman said as she approached

Catwoman , "...or we could make it a little harder."

"I always love a challenge," Catwoman said, and immediately charged at Batwoman.

Batwoman was surprised by the speed of her attack. She leaned back slightly, lessening some of Catwoman's

force, then raised her long legs to kick Catwoman, knocking her to the ground. 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 slash at Batwoman's cheek with her razor-sharp claws, which

Batwoman dodged with a feint. The two women continued to circle 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 entertainment 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 changed

. Back and forth, Batwoman and Catwoman relentlessly struck each other with their fists.

Batwoman took a side kick to the stomach, letting out a gasp, then retaliated with a backhand slap

across Catwoman's face. As their energy waned, they collapsed

onto the plush leather sofa, their limbs intertwined, making a screeching sound like plastic against rubber. The two fierce fighters were panting

heavily , their faces less than an inch apart.

Both were vying for dominance; Catwoman pulled 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 this 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 pull out her whip.

Catwoman felt she'd had enough. She was going to 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 slashed a deep gash across her smooth cheek. This made Batwoman slightly regretful that she

'd replaced her bat mask with a smaller one.

As Catwoman continued her ferocious, 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 lashed her long thighs.

Catwoman knew her whipping wasn't very effective, but she continued wielding the whip,

trying move closer and closer to the wall, preparing to escape through the window. Batwoman, however, had already spotted her intentions.

As Catwoman swung her whip for the final blow and turned to run, Batwoman,

just raised her arm and launched a small bat claw.

The catwoman had barely been lifted from her spot for a second when she felt something tightly grip her right ankle.

As she was pulled back into the office, the catwoman gasped in surprise, then...

The impact of the fall onto the office carpet nearly blew the air out of her body.

She lay on the floor, still reeling from the dizziness and gasping for breath, when Batwoman leaped

behind her, straddling her and grabbing Catwoman's hands, pulling them forcefully behind her back. She

quickly produced a pair of stainless steel bat-handcuffs and fastened them tightly to Catwoman's wrists.

Catwoman hissed angrily, writhing violently beneath her captor. Batwoman

then produced 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's struggles and curses reminded Batwoman of

a wildcat recently captured from the jungle.

"Let me go, you bitch!" Catwoman hissed. "You'll pay for this!"

"You can write it in your diary while you're in jail," Batwoman taunted

Catwoman with a mocking smile.

"Well done!" A voice of praise suddenly came from behind. The office door opened, and Corey entered.

Shurik walked in with two companions Batwoman had never seen before.

One was a tall man in 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 .

The other was an Asian woman, and her attire was equally strange. She wore a leather bodysuit

, sexy high-heeled boots, and elbow-length lambskin gloves. Her silky hair was styled in a fashionable

updo, and her skin was flawless, like fine porcelain. She also had beautiful cheeks and deep

violet lips. As the tightly bound captive screamed and struggled to free herself, the Eastern woman

gazed at Catwoman with lustful eyes.

Suddenly, Batwoman felt an unusual electric current run through her body. Even with dark sunglasses

on , Batwoman felt another man watching her intently.

She felt uncomfortable when he smiled, revealing his teeth.

"Well, I think the work here 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 friend yet." Corey gestured towards his companion and

said, "This is Puppet."

Puppet nodded, put his hands behind his back, and bowed slightly to Batwoman,

a . His voice was deep and guttural: "It's my honor."

"And this is Lin," Corey introduced the beautiful woman.

Lin simply looked directly into Batgirl's eyes behind the mask, smiling faintly, the look of a viper

eyeing a wounded bird.

The two men sent a chill down Batgirl's spine; she wondered

what they were doing with Shurik. They didn't seem like the type to sit in a conference room.

"Alright, Shurik, any changes to the plan?" 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 wondered.

“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 Shurek family

. As for you, Batgirl, because of your relationship with Batman, you’re also within my purview.

” “Corey…” Batgirl started to say something.

“I know this is 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 will never stray far from

its roots… detached from its old environment… all of that… anyway, you know what I’m talking about.

”

Shurek, Puppet, and Lin each took out a set of nose plugs, attached them to a thin plastic tube, and

inserted them into their nostrils. Batgirl watched their actions with confusion. Before she could figure out what was happening

, she saw Shurek 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 slowly

circling 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'll immediately 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 turning to face the puppet and Lin, whose breathing tubes were connected to

small oxygen cylinders inside their clothing, so they weren't affected.

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 went

behind her, grabbing the already weakened Batgirl'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 thick cloth,

which had no effect.

“You know, we don’t want to take any risks,” Corey said, watching as Puppet and Lin slowly forced

Batgirl to kneel down, then laid her unconscious on the carpet.

Lin bent down, brushing Batgirl’s hair away from her sleeping face, carefully examining her soft

body ; 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,” Puppet said calmly, placing another thick cloth soaked in anesthetic near

her panting mouth; Catwoman turned her head from side to side, barely resisting.

Corey watched as Puppet and Lin dealt with their prey, first tightly binding

Batgirl’s hands and feet with specially made metal handcuffs, a short metal rod connected between the two metal rings of the handcuffs, then

using two metal rods arranged in a cross shape, connecting two horizontal bars to her back, binding Batgirl’s hands and feet

together. Then, another metal handcuff was fastened around her waist, the other end connecting to

the center of the cross-shaped structure. Finally, a metal handle was precisely attached to the metal frame, distributing the weight evenly so

the puppet could easily lift his captive.

Only after they had done the same to the catwoman did Corey allow 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. Submissive… docile…

and eager to please me."

The puppet and Lin looked at each other, smiling wickedly. As they carried their prey towards the hidden elevator,

both of them felt a surge of excitement.

After they stepped into the elevator leading to the secret underground lair within 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 gentle." "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 asleep under the effects of the anesthetic, breathed softly, emitting 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 ruffled skirt, a loose blouse, a striped tie, a sweater, knee-high socks, and low-heeled shoes . 　　It was still class time, and she walked down the corridor toward the door at the end of the hall. When she reached the door , she opened it, and a clerk led her into the headmaster's office. 　　Barbara was incredibly nervous. She knew why she'd been called to the office: she was in big trouble. 　　The headmaster was sitting behind his desk looking at a file. He made Barbara stand before the oak desk, not letting her sit down, as if he didn't even notice her. 　　Just as Barbara was about to speak, the headmaster looked up at her. 　　"I must say I am very disappointed in you, Miss Wilson," he said, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair. "Do you have anything to explain?" 　　Barbara was completely bewildered. Not only did she not know what she had done wrong; she didn't even have the courage to speak to the headmaster'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 the headmaster walk to a corner of the room and pick 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 for 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 for support. 　　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, receiving the first heavy blow! It 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 relentless slaps made Barbara blush with shame. 　　She bit her lip tightly, unable to suppress a groan, as the headmaster continued the burning whipping, for a total of ten strokes.

One stroke. The entire caning process took quite a while, and by the end, Barbara's eyes were

filled stinging tears.

But she realized the headmaster still hadn't let go of her; one hand was still gripping her hair behind the neck

. As she tried to break free from his rough grasp, the headmaster said to her, "Miss Wilson,

we 're not done yet."

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