Escape

The guard sauntered back down the hallway, satisfied with his work. He would be back for Cat-Woman soon, of course, he just needed to get some tools first to get her free.

Cat-woman listened as his footsteps became more and more faint before disappearing entirely. She was alone, this was her chance to escape.

Wriggling and squirming with all her leftover might, she was able to shimmy her way out of the vent. Collapsing to the floor, she took a moment to catch her breath before bringing herself to her feet.

Her legs felt like jello and her ass still stung, but she was stable enough to make her way to the nearest window and escape out to the city streets.

Having narrowly avoided capture, Cat-Woman's mind was abuzz. Her feelings were a mesh of humiliation, irritation, and minor arousal. She could at least assure herself that no one would believe the guard's story and her name as a slick and sexy thief would go untouched.

"Hey, is that Cat-Woman?!"

Suddenly she realized that a number of onlookers had taken notice of her, and in particular her state of undress.

"Why is her pussy out?"

"I've gotta film this!"

"I always knew she was a slut!"

Frantically, Cat-Woman covered her exposed pussy and started running down the street, which only gave her enthralled audience a better view of her reddened buttocks.

"Look at how red her butt is!"

"Was she being spanked?"

"I guess she was being a naughty kitten."

Maybe she wouldn't get away as scot-free as she thought...