【Cat Doll - The Sexual Adventures of an American Heroine】(Parts 10 & 11) (The End)

More than ten
hours later, American Woman and Night Raven awoke from their unconsciousness.
The two captured heroines
lay naked in a dark underground cell , their hands and feet bound, their mouths stuffed with disgusting plastic balls.
"Ugh—! I'm dizzy and feel terrible." The younger Night Raven awoke first.
After overcoming the initial nausea and dizziness, the blonde heroine tried to struggle, but the masked men's binding techniques were extremely skillful
, making escape impossible. "I must break free as soon as possible. I wonder how American Woman is?"
"Hmm…" A muffled groan came from behind Night Raven, and American Woman also woke up.
"Damn it, my head still hurts so much!" American Woman cursed inwardly. "
That toxic chloroform seems much better than being punched in the back."
Hearing Night Raven struggling and writhing behind her, American Woman also struggled, but to no avail. Anxious
, she realized she had lost her superpowers and had no strength to break free of the ropes binding her.
“We have to get out of here immediately, otherwise Kitty Kate will definitely sell us to some
pervert abroad to become his sex slaves. Even worse, if we're bought by a deranged devil and used for
those insane reproductive experiments, that would be worse than death.”
A faint crackling sound of electricity suddenly came from the dark cell, followed by the stench of burning rubber
.
Soon, Night Raven's hands were free to move. She quickly untied the ropes binding her legs and
then untied the American heroine as well.
“How did you break free, Nightraven?”
“My wristbands contained miniature laser cutters specifically designed to cut ropes and handcuffs. Luckily,
Kitty Kate’s henchmen didn’t remove them when they tied me up.”
“You’ve impressed me a bit!”
The young blonde heroine, a little embarrassed by her idol’s praise, humbly replied, “It’s nothing
much, just too many experiences of being bound and unable to break free before, so I equipped myself with this little gadget
. Now, let’s wipe out Kitty Kate and her cat-headed men once and for all!”
“That’s right, Nightraven.” The American heroine, her hands now free, easily unlocked the cell
door. “Don’t forget, we still have a small identity crisis to resolve.”
“I certainly won’t forget about that.”
“If I can retrieve the superpowered belt, I can use the amnesia grenades hidden inside to take them down.
When they wake up, they won’t remember anything from the previous 48 hours, including the videotapes and our true identities.”
The blonde heroine seemed less than enthusiastic about American Woman’s plan. She hesitated, “If it were me,
I’d prefer a direct, face-to-face fight. There’s no binding or tranquilizer. Fair fighting is what I
’ve always strived for.”
A rare smile appeared on American Woman’s face. Her younger companion’s doubts didn’t bother her. She
admired Night Raven’s insistence on fair fighting, but reality didn’t leave much
room for such romantic notions.
“You probably can’t imagine
how many times I’ve been captured and had my mask roughly removed over the years, being the number one adversary of all the criminals in Delta City.”
The two heroines spoke in hushed tones as they crept into Catwoman’s dark milk
factory. They searched the underground cell block but found no criminals.
“What I wanted to say was…” Just as she stepped out of the cell block, Nightcrow heard men talking
coming from a nearby room. She went to the door and peeked through the crack. Several masked men were playing
cards inside.
“Hey! Look! They’re all in this room! Our equipment is here too!”
“That’s right, now all we need is a silent foxtrot performance, and a little bit of luck
.”
The American superheroine observed the masked men’s every move through the crack in the door.
While they were arguing about one of them suspecting cheating, she gently pushed open the door and slipped inside.
Naked and infiltrating the cell of four strong gang rape criminals, even the arrogant American superheroine
felt a little nervous. She knew that if they discovered her, with her current physical strength, she wouldn’t be able to resist
.
“…Speaking of which, I prefer fucking that bitch, American Woman, especially when she's sucking
my cock so hard, it feels amazing!”
Just as American Woman slowly approached the superpowered belt on the side table, she suddenly heard the masked men
discussing their experiences of raping her and Night Raven. The heroine, filled with shame and indignation, almost blurted out a curse.
“You filthy beasts!” American Woman suppressed her anger and cursed silently.
“Now, you bunch of despicable cowards, taste my bomb!” With the Queen of Justice's angry declaration and a soft explosion, 　　a plume of white smoke
filled the masked men's room . 　　 “Whoa…what happened?” 　　 “Where am I?” 　　 “I’m dead…” 　　 The incoherent masked men fell into a deep sleep. 　　 Soon, the two heroines' naked state improved; they dressed again, ready to continue 　　their raid on Catwoman's evil lair. 　　 “We must find Kitty Kate as soon as possible and let her taste the amnesia bomb.” 　　 “We also need to make her hand over those pornographic videotapes and photos she forced us to film!” 　　 “You restless bitches aren’t going anywhere!” A male voice came from behind the female heroes. The 　　masked man named Morris appeared at the end of the corridor at the staircase. He slowly approached the two female heroes, constantly 　　stripping off his clothes and throwing them on the ground. 　　 “Kitty Kate has found buyers for your slutty asses. Morris will be in charge of 　　escorting you. Of course, all of this will have to wait until Morris has fucked you a few more times.”

When Maurice finally pulled down his underwear, revealing his strong, naked body, and stood
about two meters away from American Woman and Night Raven, the two heroines once again felt the invisible pressure of Maurice's enormous penis.
Having been gang-raped by the masked men all night, they had lost count of how many orgasms they had experienced
, but Maurice's unimaginably huge penis remained etched in their memories.
Gazing at the menacing phallus before them, the two heroines simultaneously recalled
the scene from not long ago when this monster slowly penetrated their overflowing vaginas. They knew perfectly well that it was that indescribable
visual and physical stimulation that had utterly shattered their last shred of resistance almost instantly upon penetration
. They had become the criminal's sex toys, shamelessly and unreservedly
displaying their superior sexual skills and offering their alluring bodies before his penis…
“Now, you two obediently strip naked and kneel side by side. Morris guarantees to fuck you until you're in
ecstasy, until dawn!”
Morris's arrogant command made the heroines blush and their hearts race. They seemed to have forgotten that they had rearmed
and their superpowers had partially returned; anyone could easily defeat this
man with the enormous phallus. They simply stood there, their limbs weak, watching as Morris stepped forward and reached out
to grab their heaving, high breasts.
Just as the man's fingertips were about to touch their skin, the two heroines overcame their inner demons and
kicked out simultaneously. Morris was struck in both ribs, his massive body flying backward,
unconscious in mid-air before he could even utter a scream.
"Die, you demon!" the American heroine cursed at Morris's slumped body.
Being raped to the point of losing all will to resist
was unprecedented in the Queen of Justice's long career of fighting criminals; this humiliation was unacceptable to her.
"Now it's time to pay for your evil deeds!" the American heroine threw an amnesia grenade at Morris.
"When you wake up, you'll find yourself where you belong—behind bars!" After
the smoke cleared, the two heroines walked to Morris's side; the masked man's enormous penis was
still erect even after he had fainted. "Um… um… should we make him lose his memory…" the blonde heroine 　　muttered
somewhat embarrassedly . 　　 “Hmm…I guess so…” Remembering the intense orgasms she’d experienced beneath Morris, American Woman 　　seemed a little regretful. 　　 “I mean…I mean…he really was…too…” 　　 “Big…” 　　 “…Too…big!” the two dreamy heroines exclaimed in unison. 　　 *************************************** 　　 After emerging from the underground cell, American Woman and Night Raven quickly encountered Kitty Kettering, who was about to leave 　　. The cunning Catwoman, seeing the two menacing heroines from afar, knew something was wrong. She turned and 　　ran down the stairs on the other side of the factory, where her secret escape route lay in the basement. 　　 By the time the two heroines reached the stairwell, Catwoman had already escaped to the basement. 　　 "Alright, Kitty Kate, it's time for reckoning!" 　　 "That's right, your men are all dead. Now hand over those filthy videotapes." 　　 The heroines, unaware of the escape route in the basement, inwardly mocked their opponents for foolishly 　　escaping into a dead end, while eagerly declaring their victory to Catwoman. 　　 "Fuck you, Night Raven bitch!" Catwoman cursed viciously. She knew her masked men's 　　binding skills all too well; the big-breasted, brainless American superheroine herself certainly couldn't break free. Night Raven must have ruined 　　her plans. She'd heard that this blonde bitch had a lot of strange escape tools. She must have been 　　too cocky yesterday, completely forgetting about this; a moment of carelessness had led to this result. 　　 Catwoman brandished the suitcase defiantly at the heroines perched atop the stairs, laughing, "All the secrets 　　are in this suitcase, but you'll never get your hands on it." 　　 "I'm counting on those blockbuster movies to fetch a good price on the black market; my fortune depends on 　　it. Soon, every citizen of Delta will know your true identities and see through your lewd nature 　　!" 　　 "As payment for your hard work in these movies, I've prepared your favorite things." Catwoman 　　tossed something towards the heroines who were about to descend the stairs to capture her. 　　 American Wonder Woman and Night Raven instinctively dodged the flying can-like object, but it 　　suddenly exploded in front of them, a pungent fumes quickly enveloping the heroines. 　　 “Try this super chloroform gas, you bitches! Hahaha… Oops…” 　　 Catwoman’s triumphant laughter abruptly stopped. She was horrified to find that American Woman and Night Raven hadn’t 　　fainted as she expected. They rushed out of the chloroform smoke and headed downstairs. 　　 Catwoman’s eyes widened in disbelief. This tranquilizer gas was something she had 　　bought at a high price on the black market; it contained extremely pure, enhanced chloroform gas that could quickly paralyze people. It was her trump 　　card for survival, yet it had no effect on the heroines!? 　　 What was she waiting for? Run! 　　 Facing the stairs and with her back to the emergency exit, Catwoman, in her panic, didn’t care about anything else. She shoved herself backward, forced 　　open the door behind her, and slipped inside. 　　 “Fine, American bitch, you win this time.” 　　 Catwoman tossed these words through the crack in the door, then hurriedly slammed it shut and locked it. She turned and prepared 　　to escape, completely unaware that her luck had just left her the moment she closed the door. If she had been more composed and 　　checked the situation outside before closing the door, she would have realized that the American heroine and Night Raven chasing her 　　posed no threat. 　　 A whole night of gang rape, bondage, and torture had significantly weakened the two heroines' physical resistance and reflexes.

As she descended, though she held her breath the instant the anesthetic gas exploded, she still inhaled a small amount of enhanced chloroform
gas. She managed to descend a few steps before collapsing, her half-naked, sexy body slowly giving way on the stairs
, helplessly falling into unconsciousness once more.
At the same moment she collapsed, Catwoman on the other side of the door heard the crisp
sound of a mechanism being triggered beneath her feet.
"Almighty God, I've entered the wrong door!" With a cry of alarm, the wicked and sexy Catwoman Kitty Kate
fell into the trap she herself had set—the milking trap she had specifically prepared for Supergirl!
The trap Catwoman had fallen into was the very same one that had recently tormented Supergirl to the point of near death. This
insidious woman had arranged escape routes and traps behind the two doors side-by-side in the basement, intending to
ambush superheroines, and indeed, she had successfully captured Supergirl using this method. Who knew that fate
would turn against her, and this time, it was she, in her panic, who would suffer the torment of the milking machine.
Four clanging metallic sounds rang out as the ingeniously designed trap once again accurately
captured its new prey.
"Ugh—" Kitty Kate struggled in vain, but the four steel rings binding her were too strong even for the mighty
American superheroine to break.
"This trap is specifically designed for women with large breasts. I'll be completely
drained by this milking machine!"
A mechanical arm extended from the wall, accurately grabbing Catwoman's clothes at the chest, then slowly retracting.
Catwoman's exquisitely made bodysuit gradually deformed and tightened, finally
ripping open with a "hiss," exposing her full, firm breasts to the air.
"Oh…no!"
A chilling buzzing sound filled the dark room as the disgusting breast pump snapped onto Catwoman's
breasts, which were heaving violently from her struggles. The powerful suction quickly drew her breasts into the cups.
"Ah—ah—" Catwoman's towering breasts were almost entirely sucked into the small cups, her nipples completely
enveloped in immense pressure. The stinging pain from her sensitive tips made Catwoman scream loudly, "My breasts are
burning, no—they're melting!"
Milk gushed from the tips, and Kitty Katie felt her body being rapidly drained. The extremely narcissistic
Catwoman had always believed that her breasts were the most perfect in the world, and now her most prized possession
was about to become two shriveled, ugly monstrosities. She cried out in grief and indignation, "Oh...no...my breasts are being squeezed
dry, I have nothing left..."
"Impossible, this can't happen to me, I am the great Kitty Katie..."
A respirator was placed over Catwoman's face, interrupting her self-pity.
"It's over! This is a double dose of high-concentration ether mask prepared for Supergirl America!"
The pungent gas burned Kitty Katie's chest, and a huge wave of dizziness quickly swept through her body. In a daze,
she felt someone moving her hood.
"Oh... my eyes... I can't open them, what... what is this going to do?"
The cat-shaped mask was removed by a cold mechanical hand, and the short, red hair stuffed inside the mask fell loose.
"It's all over, my mask has been removed, my identity and secrets will soon be exposed." In despair
, Catwoman's will collapsed as rapidly as her breasts, which were frantically gushing milk. "I can't think anymore
, I can't remember anything, my consciousness..."
As Kitty Kate slowly fell into a coma, the vast milk factory fell silent. Everyone
was asleep, and no one was awake enough to stop the milking machine. The poor Catwoman could only let this perverted
equipment continue to frantically extract the remaining inorganic fluid from her body... Two hours later, Sheriff
Bolton
led a large group of men to surround the milk factory and found
the two heroines who had just awakened from their coma.
"Are you alright, ladies? You look like you just came off the operating table
."
"Um...we'll be fine, it just takes a little while, until
the effects of Kitty Kate's gas grenade wear off."
"Yes, we'll be fine. By the way, how come it took you so long to find
this place? I rescued Ambrosia hours ago and had her report it to you."
The blonde was very unhappy with Bolton's late arrival; if they had arrived earlier, she might
not have been gang-raped by Kitty Kate's men.
"Uh...well...I'm very sorry," Sheriff Bolton said somewhat apologetically, "My men
found Ambrosia on the street wearing only her underwear, but they mistook her for a prostitute and
arrested her. I only found out about it while having breakfast."
"So unlucky!"
The two heroines thought of that word simultaneously.
“Oh, right. We found this in the basement.” Sheriff Bolton showed the heroine
the life-or-death briefcase. “It’s locked, we couldn’t find the key. Do you know what’s inside?
Maybe it can be used as evidence.”
“Give it to me!” The American heroine snatched the briefcase.
“I mean… it’s… there’s nothing important in it.” Seeing Sheriff Bolton’s astonished
expression, the American heroine said guiltily, “The briefcase is full of… it’s full of…” The
American heroine turned to Night Raven, who was also feeling guilty, and gestured for her to help cover up the lie.
“Condoms!” This strange answer startled even the blonde beauty, but since things had come to this, she
had no choice but to bite the bullet. “Uh… that’s right, it’s… full of condoms.”
Bolton stared dumbfounded at the two sexy heroines, his mind not quite processing what he was seeing. He wanted to
say something more, but his attention was drawn to the noise coming from the corridor. He saw several policemen escorting a
half-naked woman with exposed breasts as they walked by, and he turned to go to meet them.
American Woman and Night Raven breathed a sigh of relief.
"Condom? Hmm?" American Woman said with a half-smile.
"That's the first word that popped into my head," the blonde shrugged. "Luckily, we got those
videotapes back."
"Hey, boss! Look what we found in the basement! A woman tied to a perverted milking machine
. Looks like this old cat fell into her own trap," the policeman escorting the catwoman
reported to Sheriff Bolton.
"Uh... what happened? I can't remember anything?"
Catwoman, tormented by the milking machine and ether for two hours, was somewhat delirious. Her ugly breasts, like two sagging sacks
, swayed back and forth, a stark contrast to the rest of her delicate, snow-white skin. "I think
I was filming... filming someone... ugh! I can't remember anything!"
"The only thing I can think of is American Woman!" At the mention of "American Woman," Catwoman's previously
bewildered eyes flashed with hatred. She said viciously, "I remember now, I must catch
that bitch, American Woman!"
"That's right, ma'am! You can do it, in your dreams!" another policeman mocked.
American Woman and Night Raven stood in the corridor, watching Sheriff Bolton and his men escort Catwoman past them
. The red-haired woman, cursing incessantly, glanced up, and a beautiful face, slightly distorted by hatred and anger,
flashed before the two heroines.
"Look! Isn't that the famous fashion designer Katrina Selene? So she's the infamous
Catwoman, Kitty Kate!"
American Woman was utterly shocked; Katrina Selene was a designer she greatly admired. At that moment,
the beautiful designer, whose identity had been exposed, also saw American Woman and Night Raven. The red-haired woman's already somewhat distorted
face immediately became even more ferocious.
"I curse you, American bitch! One day I'll expose your true colors!" the red-haired woman
roared viciously at American Woman. She vaguely remembered doing something to American Woman and Night Raven,
things she could use to humiliate them. "At least one thing satisfies me, and that is...
kuso! I can't remember anything!"
"You'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!"
After uttering her final, desperate curse, the red-haired woman was taken away by the police.
"She must have inhaled an overdose of anesthetic gas," American Woman thought with satisfaction, watching Catwoman's figure disappear at the end of the corridor
. "Looks like we're in pretty good shape." The 　　blonde, who had been worried Catwoman would expose her identity
to her father , felt incredibly relieved. 　　 "That's what you say. I don't think I'm that lucky. In the past year, I've had too many 　　experiences of being captured and forced to have orgasms. I've had enough." 　　 Speaking of sex, the American heroine glanced at Nightraven beside her, her mind filled with images of the blonde's naked 　　body, her intoxicating moans, and her youthful, sweet face. A restless emotion 　　slowly rose within the Queen of Justice. 　　 "All I want to do right now is take a good bath," Nightraven said lazily, stretching her arms. 　　 "That's what I'm thinking too. I have the most comfortable surfing tub in Delta City. Would you be interested 　　?" 　　 The unexpected invitation surprised the young heroine. Nightraven, who was walking towards the exit of the milk factory, stopped 　　and turned to look at the American heroine, who greeted her with a strong sense of spring in her eyes. 　　 The blonde smiled shyly and whispered, "Why not?" 　　 *************************************** 　　 "Well, American Woman, it seems you've defeated the criminals once again. Bringing Kitty Kate and her 　　gang to justice and completely dismantling her entire sex trafficking network in one fell swoop." 　　 A week later, in Sheriff Bolton's office at the police station, 　　the sheriff, commended for solving the serial kidnapping case, personally thanked American Woman. 　　 "Don't forget your… I mean, another heroine, Night Raven. Without her help, I might 　　still be being gang-raped… uh… I mean, defeating Kitty Kate and her gang would 　　be extremely difficult." 　　 Sheriff Bolton's rare gratitude made American Woman a little uncomfortable, and she inadvertently misspoke, 　　feeling extremely embarrassed. 　　 "Speaking of those pornographic videotapes, for Kitty Kate, filming a pornographic video with you as the star 　　would be an irresistible temptation, and it would definitely be profitable. During 　　the time Kitty Kate held you captive, are you sure nothing perverted happened?" 　　 "Bullshit! Something so filthy happened to me? Please use your brain! 　　I'm truly shocked that you even have such a thought!" the guilty American heroine retorted, trying to justify herself. 　　 “That’s good. The government wouldn’t tolerate any superhero doing something so damaging to their image.” 　　 “I can assure you, Night Raven and I uphold all the unwavering 　　principles expected of a noble lady. You’re crazy!” 　　 “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Sheriff Bolton quickly backed down after a brief probing 　　. He didn’t want to argue with this half-naked, powerful woman in his office. “I’m certain a noble 　　lady like you would never yield to a criminal.” 　　 “That’s all, Sheriff. Have a good day.” American Woman, no longer daring to face 　　Sheriff Bolton, turned and strode towards the door. Unbeknownst to her, Sheriff Bolton was staring intently at her 　　shapely, half-naked buttocks while pulling a magazine from his drawer. 　　 The proud heroine uttered a standard American Woman declaration as she left: “Evil never 　　rests, and neither does American Woman!” 　　 Sheriff Bolton watched American Woman’s sexy, alluring buttocks disappear behind the door, then turned his gaze to his hand…

The magazine, with its exquisite cover, prominently features the title "Exposed American Heroine," followed by
the subheading "Her Hot Story."
A woman wearing a blue blindfold had her hands bound behind her back, her white shirt torn,
revealing her large, firm breasts. The scantily clad woman gazed at the magazine and said, "I've
been captured for days."
Beside the photograph of this bound woman, the accompanying magazine's description read: "
A special feast for a superheroine with double D-cup breasts!"
Sheriff Bolton glanced at the cover and eagerly flipped through the magazine. Just as the cover proclaimed
, the entire magazine was almost entirely filled with photos of American superheroines—some in their iconic suits, some in casual clothes
, some bound, some stripped naked, and even numerous close
-up photos of various sexy body parts…
"My God, I can't believe it, it really is her! Look at those huge breasts, those long legs,
and that sexy ass!"
The magazine's abundance of erotic photos dazzled Sheriff Bolton, making his blood boil. The sheriff, a man of many reputations
, was certain from the first glance at the photos that the woman in them was the arrogant
and haughty American superheroine who had just left. He knew, of course, that given Kitty Kate's gang's modus operandi, they had plenty of time to do other, more 　　exciting things while they
were holding American superheroine captive, besides taking these pictures . 　　 "I can't wait! I have to order American superheroine's porn tape!" 　　 Seeing the magazine's announcement that in addition to American superheroine's porn film being in post-production, Night Raven's porn film 　　would also be released simultaneously, Sheriff Bolton thought of the blonde heroine who always fueled his fantasies. 　　He was certain that before he led his team to raid Catwoman's lair, Night Raven, like American superheroine, had been captured by Kitty Kate 　　. 　　 "Speaking of Night Raven, that wild blonde bitch has a perfectly sexy body too. Of 　　course, I won't mind ringing her bell too!" 　　 (The End)

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