Catwoman

You're astonished that you were defeated so easily, and on your own turf. You could kick yourself, but you're too busy trying to figure out who...

Your attacker turns on the light. It's Catwoman!

You close your eyes and moan in despair. You hate her, you just hate her! Why won't she leave you alone? With her long legs and that form-fitting black outfit showing off her hourglass figure....

Catwoman dances and giggles with delight. Then her face turns serious. She saunters over and towers over you, so close you can't crane your neck up enough to see above her shapely hips. What's she up to?

You find out soon enough as she roughly YANKS you up by your hair. You scream in pain as you're pulled up to your feet. She lets go, and even after you gain your footing, steady yourself and face the bitch, you're still looking up. She's wearing heels ... but of course, so are you. Catwoman is taller than you, easily. By a couple inches at least.

"So," she hisses, "the mighty Amazon. Ha! Pathetic has-been. Can't even keep yourself in shape." The svelte villainess pokes the bulge above your belt.

You "oooff" in response, and you're embarrassed. But you're also wondering how she knew where to find you.

"Of course," she continues, "maybe you're just getting out of shape to be more in the character of your humble alter-ego..."

You gasp!

"... Diana Prince!"

Oh no, she knows your secret identity! What else might she know? You hope she doesn't know you get your powers from the magical golden girdle fitted snugly around your w-....

"Anyway," Catwoman sneers, coming even closer, "you won't be needing this..."

She reaches for the belt.

"... not that it did you any good in our little tussle! Ha-ha!!"

She grabs the belt and yanks hard. With your hands still tied, all you can do is try to back away, but she tears the tight-fitting belt from your waist. In the process, the feline's long claws catch on your costume, ripping it. As the belt pops off, a broad strip of your star-spangled panties and most of the red material covering your tummy are ripped off with it.

You moan -- partly with relief as your tummy is ungirdled, but partly in despair as your powers are taken away.

Catwoman jumps back a step, holding your golden belt with strips of red, white and blue attached to it. The tall villainess looks at you and starts cracking up! You close your eyes in embarrassment. You know you're not looking your best, and now your somewhat pudgy mid-section is exposed.

"Look at you," Catwoman cackles, "you're even starting to get love handles!"

You turn your head away, ashamed to look at the statuesque villainess with her fantastic figure.... Then you notice she's approaching you again. She tosses your precious power belt over her shoulder, comes right up to you and puts her paws on your waist. You almost jump as her claws grab your soft flesh. You look down in surprise as her big breasts touch you. Barely contained by that black costume, they're bigger and firmer than your soft, white titties.

Embarrassed and nervous, you look away. Then you look up into the taller woman's eyes, and you wonder...