Catwoman is stripped bare

Catwoman hissed angrily, but she was restrained and helpless. The guards pulled off her mask, revealing her short black hair and, Talia had to admit, beautiful face.

Then the guards moved the large zipper down the front of Catwoman's costume. They pulled it down, revealing pale cleavage, a flat stomach and stopping right below her belly button. Then they yanked the costume off.

Instantly Talia felt a twinge of jealousy as Catwoman's massive breasts spilled into view. God, the size of the things! And they seemed to defy gravity, pressing together even free of her suit. Her body was smooth pale muscle, lean and fit, and her hips were wide and curvy, with a manicured tuft of hair over her womanhood. God, she looked amazing! Talia regretted her order. She instantly felt inferior to this beauty.

The guards slipped off her boots and gloves, leaving Catwoman totally nude. To Talia's surprise, Catwoman didn't blush or cringe or struggle to hide herself. She just smirked.

"Fine." Catwoman said, accepting her nudity. "What do I have to be ashamed of?" She stood, naked and proud.

"But, I am looking forward to our fight." Catwoman glowered at Talia...