The recovery room's revelry was broken up by the click-clack of high heels on the cold metal floor. All activity in the room halted for a moment, and the nurses moved back from Barbara's side, and she soon noticed a dark figure appear in the mirror behind her. However, the trained former heroine gave no reaction. She simply stood and waited for what was about to happen next. The redhead's pussy tingled in hot anticipation as two gloved hands began to glide up and down her slick curves until finally the former heroine felt the welcoming feel of round tits pressing into her bare back. Barbara rolled her head back and moaned lustfully at the odd sensation of rock-hard nipples pressing against her sensitive, oiled flesh. The woman behind then reached her chocolate-toned arms around Barbara, grabbing hold of the computer whiz's glossy tits to massage, grope and knead the soft mounds with relentless vigor. This new companion then proceeded to tweak and tease Barbara's own nipples to the point that the stiffness was almost painful. Barbara's sex-tainted mind even toyed with the fantasy that her hard nubs could have easily cut the very glass of the mirror through which she was watching herself be molested. It was a spectacular view.
Barbara could feel her lover's hot breath on her neck, and finally she couldn't hold back her silence anymore. Sliding her tongue slowly over her pitch black, shiny lips, the former Batgirl purred in her huskiest voice imaginable, "Hmmm, you never cease to live up to your namesake, Dr. Feelgood."
"Barbara, darling," the doctor murmured into the former Batgirl's ear, taking time to nibble roughly on her ear, "You know that's not my name."
"Oh, but Doctor. It suites you so well," Barbara sighed, noticing out of the corner of her eyes one of the nurses step forward and hand Doctor Feelgood something.
"Stare straight ahead, my lovely," Commanded Doctor Feelgood, and Barbara did as she was told, like the obedient harlot she had become. The computer genius' lips curled into a pleased grin reveling in the pleasure of obedience, but still she stared straight ahead, eye-fucking her whorish reflection. An oddly pointy sensation began creep up her back, startling the redhead out her self admiration, and she quickly realized that whatever it was, it was the object in her surgeon's gloved hands. Barbara did her absolute best to remain still, despite the inevitable arousal that had her cunt juices dripping freely down her oiled thighs. She couldn't wait to reach down and have a taste of herself, but knew that her doctor wanted her to remain still and so she was. Finally, the creeping sensation stopped at the top of her spine and, in one swift movement, Doctor Feelgood reached around Barbara's front and snapped a black rubber collar in place around Barbara's neck. The perverted, former Batgirl shivered in delight, almost cumming on the spot at how wickedly erotic she looked in the mirror. She tentatively reached up, her fingertips pressing against the decorative spikes, which made her gasp from the sensation she felt through her latex second-skin.
"Oh, Doctor, I absolutely adore it! It completes my look just perfectly. And is it...rubber?" The heroine turned fetishist exclaimed, unable to hide her enthusiasm for her new present.
"A gift. From the Rubber Queen herself," Doctor Feelgood spoke, smiling at the look of awe that came over Barbara's face at this new development through the mirror, "She has heard of your progress and is very pleased."
"All thanks to you!" Barbara cooed, her black-painted lips curling into a mischievous grin as a sneaky plan formed in her mind. Suddenly, the transformed redhead spun around on her spiked heels to come face to face with the chocolate-skinned woman. Barbara's breath caught in her throat, her wanton eyes running wild over the sexy surgeon's form. The doctor's black skin was just as oiled as the former Batgirl's, while her black hair rose high off her head in a voluminous mass of tight curls. Her attire consisted of the same thigh-high boots and opera gloves as Barbara, except where the pale redhead's wore black, the dark skinned beauty wore white. Around the good doctor's neck was similar choker as her group of nurses, except the body of the collar was a stark white with a black medical cross at the center of her throat. Her face was decorated just as whorishly as her patient, but while Barbara's makeup was darker in contrast to her porcelhine-like skin tone, Doctor Feelgood's features were highlighted in much softer tones, a fact that was made clearest by the doctor's glossy, pale lipstick. For an instant, Barbara Gordon became lost in the slutty surgeon's appearance, before she was snapped back to reality by Doctor Feelgood taking firm hold of Barbara's face from around her chin and forcing her to look up, directly into the surgeon's heavily made-up eyes. The look she found in the doctor's eyes was cold and stern, letting Barbara know instantly that she had made a mistake.
"Learn this, and learn it well, Barbara Gordon. This, all of this, is the work of the Rubber Queen. We would be completely lost without her guidance. We would be nothing without her! I, a soulless Hollywood surgeon prolonging the long dead careers of washed up harlots, and you, a broken cripple. And even before that you were a foolish do-gooder, but now..." Doctor Feelgood hissed, turning Barbara's head so she was starring back at her latex-clad, heavily-oiled reflection, "But now, you are the perfect sexual creature she willed you to be. Look upon your new self and know that it was by her will alone that you are blessed!"
Barbara panted and gasped in desperate pleasure at how helpless she was in the presence of her surgeon, as well as how they mimicked one another's whorish appearances. It made her weak in the knees, she was so aroused. The wicked surgeon batted her long eyelashes, and noticed the never ending river of pussy juice leaking down Barbara's leg. She reached down and lewdly ran a finger along the former Batgirl's bald slit and snaked out a large helping of liquid arousal. She then held it in front of the perverse Oracle's quivering lips.
"What do you have to say for yourself now, slut?" Doctor Feelgood demanded.
"P...please forgive me, doctor! Please forgive me for being such a stupid bitch!" Barbara gasped. She was so ashamed of how she hadn't given all credit to her Rubber Queen, but her new sex-obsessed self tried desperately to hold back a loud moan. She fought the urge to snake her tongue out to lick the soaked digit in front of her. Gathering her frazzled, chaotic mind, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Calming herself, Barbara opened her eyes, batting her extra-long eyelashes. A proud, pleased smile spread across her whorishly made-up features and everything clicked into place. She parted her slick, black lips and proclaimed loudly, "All hail the Rubber Queen!"
In an instant, Doctor Feelgood shoved her finger, covered in the former Batgirl's juices, into Barbara's receptive mouth. It was like some twisted form of holy communion. Barbara's eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she ran her tongue over the white latex finger in her mouth like it was a cock. She made sure to lap up every delicious bit of her own nectar from the offered digit until the sexy surgeon took it away, much to Barbara's chagrin.
"Now, my sisters. It is time we joined the rest of our Rubber Queen's subjects in a special viewing party for Mistress Gigantrix and Baby Wand's reception lunch and the for the closing party of the weekend's events. There will be a live stream being fed in the royal hall," The surgeon announced to the other women in the room. There was a titter of excitement among the nurses, who had remained a silent audience until that moment. Doctor Feelgood was about to speak further, but was interrupted momentarily by Barbara, who had absent-mindedly begun to run her gloved hands over her surgeon's round tits. Biting her plump bottom lip before calming herself, the sexy Doctor added in a breathy voice, "I can promise you that it will be most pleasurable."
Barbara barely had a chance to absorb what was about to happen before Doctor Feelgood grabbed her by the hand. Soon, she found herself walking arm in arm with her surgeon as they sashayed down the industrial-metallic hallway. The nurses hurried after the contrasting pair, as if being led on an invisible leash. She had become quite adept at walking in her high-heels already, following her doctor's gate of placing one mincing step in front of the other. Her back arched, and oiled tits thrust out and all the while, her round, flawless ass and hips swayed wantonly for all to see. A pleased smile graced her face when she realized that she was about to see her Rubber Queen rule over her perverse court, even if it was through a video feed, and Barbara couldn't wait for the fetishistic monarch to return so she could thank her for everything she had done for her personally. Then a stray thought entered her mind.
Her other family, The Bat Family. They needed to learn of the pleasures obedience to the Rubber Queen could bring. She would teach them. A mad look came over Barbara's whorish features at the prospect. She knew it would all be so wickedly amazing!
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