BDSM: Cara Delevingne. Cara is a fearsome opponent too: she was an archaeologist but was possessed by an ancient pre-Columbian deity. Now she’s awakened under the name Enchantress, and no one can thwart her. Even I am unable to take power from her: if that creature were to take control over me, it would be the end of the world. With enormous difficulty I manage to sedate it and seal it back inside the woman, but I’m not sure it can hold on forever. To avoid risk, I take her away with me and keep her in isolation in a room just for her. From time to time the deity seems to awaken, but I’ve found a way to keep her at bay: the Enchantress is a masochist, and being tortured excites her to the point of exhaustion. I take advantage of this to play with Cara’s large breasts, squeezing them with ropes or metal instruments and sticking pins in the nipples: I don’t mind leaving marks, because any wounds heal as soon as the Enchantress momentarily loses her powers. On the worst days I’m forced to use electroshock, holding her vagina open and hitting her there with heavy shocks. I’m only sorry to see Cara cry when she manages to come to her senses, but I always try to hearten her by kissing her lovingly and holding her to me, stroking her hair until she falls asleep.

All: Anne Hathaway. As I imagined, the last Cat has come back to break out her two companions without realizing the danger she’s in. I stop her before she goes into action and take her away with me. As to be expected, Anne reacts angrily and I have to explain to her what happened with her mentor as I continually dodge her whip and claw blows. I put her to rest with a blow to the back of the head and wait until she has calmed down. From then on, Anne stays in the base with the other guests. She’s a free spirit and I realize I cannot hold her forever, but I must keep my promise: I will let her go free, but I won’t let her set foot in that prison. In spite of everything, an understanding arises between us and often our fights turn into lively nights of sex. The Cat likes to be in charge and leaves terrible claws on me when we fuck. She allows me to try all her holes, but only when and how she wants. Whether it is her hot cunt, her tight ass, or her beautiful mouth, the sensation is always wonderful and in the end we always lie on the bed tight to each other, united by something that is perhaps only a very sweet dream.

Michelle and I were right in wanting to prevent Anne from setting foot in that bad place. If my words ensured preferential treatment for the first Catwoman, who indeed is not even touched by the prison guards, the other women fare badly. Foremost among them is her own pupil, Zoë, on whom the guards lash out with particular cruelty, perhaps precisely because of her teacher’s inviolability. Once a week they join her in her cell and abuse her violently after forcing her to wear a sexy cat costume, leaving obvious bruises on her body; in addition to this there is of course the obligation to take part in their monthly orgy. From time to time they also visit the girls in their cells, although much less frequently than they do with Zoë. Sometimes I observe them through their own video surveillance systems, which they believe to be secure. Some of them feel a deep contempt for Elena, a scientist who specializes in creating toxins and bacteriological weapons, and enjoy taking her breath away by strangling her or pressing pillows and wet towels to her face. Even Uma is an expert in poisons: one of my most fearsome adversaries, she’s determined to exterminate humanity thanks to her ability to absolutely control plants; by now, the only plants she sees are the ones the guards use to lash her buttocks or the pieces of wood they shove deep into her ass. The Huntress Mary Elizabeth is raffled off every two weeks in shooting contests at the range: the third place winner can claim her mouth, the second place winner her ass, and the winner is entitled to use her freely for an entire night. Marion is especially prized by a pair of guards who seem to have eyes only for her and her tits; when they can, they join her in the cell and spend the night with her, sometimes merely requesting a titjob and treating her gently, sometimes biting and scratching her before sticking their dicks wherever they want. There is also a new activity that amuses the guards greatly, a kind of competition in which a couple of prisoners a month participate: if they manage in the course of one night to leave the dungeons and reach the roof without getting caught, they will be free from mistreatment for a full six months. This time it was Kristen and Antje’s turn, but they seem to have failed and are now suffering the consequences: the two have been pinned down and are now being dragged away. In the past, Kristen had achieved abilities comparable to those of a ferocious beast, but now she looks like a kitten as the guards rip off her clothes and throw her into an icy shower, then hurling themselves en masse at her until she seems to disappear beneath their bodies. Antje tries to put up some resistance, mindful of the days when she was a powerful military comamdant in a remote sector of the galaxy; some of her blows even go in, but even she does not resist for long, and the men force her to the ground, filling her with kicks before simultaneously penetrating her anus and cunt, all the while driving a baton down her throat. I shudder at the mere thought of what they would do to Anne should she try to enter that hellhole.