Catwoman Stripped Down

Catwoman stirs awake. 'What just happened' she thinks to herself, 'Wait why can't I move?!' Catwoman regains her composure and sees that she is strapped into her weird machine. She knows what humiliations this machine is capable of so she thrashes about to free herself. She only stops once she hears footsteps approach her. Catwoman squints and out of a dark corner of the warehouse she sees Batgirl appear, holding the remote control that powers this machine.

"Hey, wh..what are you doing with that, Bat-brat, I mean Batgirl? Listen You shouldn't be pressing any buttons. You don't know how to operate this. Just please let me go, you win." Catwoman pleads.

"Let you go?! You Humiliated me! And then, because of you, I was humiliated throughout the day! Let you go? I don't think I will. I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine!" Batgirl ragefully replies.

Catwoman yelps as Batgirl presses the first button. Two mechanical arms come out of the ceiling above the machine and start to pull at Catwoman's tight leather costume. Catwoman's center zipper pops from the tugging and splits her outfit down the middle as if the arms were opening a bag of chips. Catwoman's ample chest is barely contained by her semi-transparent black lace bra. The arms keep tugging and pulling at Catwoman's costume until it finally gives and tears right off her. Catwoman is left strapped in the machine in her black bra and matching semi-transparent tiny black thong! Batgirl is amused at the sight of Catwoman stripped to her slutty undies. Catwoman squeals in embarrassment at being stripped and does her best to push her legs together.

Batgirl sees this and grins, "Don't bother trying to cover up. Your slutty thong is basically see-through. If I remember correctly, after you stripped me of my costume, you then chastised me for my panty choice, which as I explained was because of laundry day, erm, ahem , sorry, got off track. As I was saying, you then questioned my adulthood and asked if I had pubes before you took them from me. Well, haha, I don't have to ask that question because the answer is staring me in the face. Your bush is so cute, Catwoman! You shaved it into a cat's paw! That's adorable!"

"Stop laughing! Let me go! You've done enough! Good job on your ****, now release me!" Catwoman begged.

"I'm not even close to being done, Catwoman. I bet you take great pride in your cute little bush. You clearly spent a lot of time maintaining it. So I want you to know, I'm going to enjoy this next part!"

Catwoman pleaded with Batgirl, "Please Noo! Not my Bush! Please don't do this!"