Barbara Gordon watched on as her perverse, rubber-clad doppelganger the Rubber Queen had made of herself advanced upon her.
She felt completely helpless, closing her eyes and just letting it happen.
In the short time the Rubber Queen had showcased the shape-shifting power of the Everyman Project, being the intellectual heroine she was, Oracle had run scenario after scenario feverishly in her mind as she tested the strength of her binds and kept
coming up with the same outcome. She was trapped.
Even if she could somehow get her arms, neck and legs free of the restraints, she was still paralyzed from the waist down and that meant she was near defenseless without her wheelchair.
Hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars had been spent on customizing and effectively weaponizing that chair.
But her wheelchair wasn’t in the room, and Barbara figured that it was more than likely scrapped.
Even if she was able to somehow get free of her bindings and defeat the Rubber Queen she would have to crawl to get out of wherever they were and she didn’t know the way.
Barbara would have to bide her time to escape, but until then she was helpless.
Barbara yelled into the latex mask, as the Rubber Queen straddled her lap.
It was all she was able to utter thanks to there being no hole for her mouth on the mask.
The Rubber Queen purred with delight at her victim’s helpless situation, pressing her rubber-clad tits against Barbara’s naked breasts.
The woman that now called herself Oracle’s head swam at the sensation of identical breasts grinding against one another, as the villainous royal planted hungry kisses up and down Barbara’s smooth neck.
Then, just as soon as the unwanted attention started it stopped.
“Hmmm, Barbara, you are going to be so valuable to my operation.
All that knowledge of hacking and computers. We can bring the world to its knees!
Once I purge all of those pesky thoughts of heroism and virtue out of that brilliant mind of yours and bring you over to my way of thinking, we can be quite the pair,” the Rubber Queen whispered, running the back of her hand over the bound heroine’s
latex-clad cheek. “And I treat those that follow me very, very well.”
“If you give all of yourself to me, Oracle, I will reward you with a tidal wave of pleasure that will never end,” The Rubber Queen spoke, a wry smile playing at her shiny red lips.
She then slid her way off Barbara’s lap and down to her knees.
She then ran a her index finger slowly along Barbara’s bare legs, past her thigh and finally to her bare pussy.
Barbara closed her eyes in shame at her useless lower body.
She gritted her teeth at her captor’s cruel taunts.
Don’t be sad, my dear,” The Rubber Queen purred, looking down at Barbara’s legs, “This is not your fault.
But there are some hard truths I’m sure you’ve already accepted.
You’re sickly and weak and things will only get worse as you get older.
And it’s all due thanks to a bullet from that bastard, The Joker.
I will change all of that. When you become an addict to perversion and accept me as your Rubber Queen, I will restore your legs to full mobility and I will even deliver the Clown for you to break personally.
Would you like that, Oracle?”
Barbara’s eyes narrowed questionably at what was just said by the figure wearing her own likeness.
How did she know about the Joker shooting her? Everything the Rubber Queen was telling her was overwhelming Oracle.
The Rubber Queen nodded her head and flashed a conniving smile.
“It’s true. My influence is growing by the day.
There are those in my power that specialize in new and radical ways to cure paralysis.
You will be their first triumphant success, but only if you give yourself to me as your Rubber Queen.
And if you truly doubt that you can be broken, let me introduce you to my newest subject.
The very one in fact that told me what that maniac did to you…”
As the Rubber Queen’s voice trailed off, Barbara could hear the echoing click-clack of high-heeled boots on the room’s titled floor.
Oracle continued to stare straight ahead into the mirror, trying to spot this approaching slave in the darkness behind her.
Based on her ordeal at the coffee shop the Rubber Queen had clearly ensnared Stephanie Brown into her services, but who else had this harlot, whom was still wearing her face, corrupted?
It was then a figure moved past her in the shadows, behind her seated reflection.
From what Oracle could tell in the dimly-lit room the woman was dressed from head to toe in a rubber catsuit that clung to her every curve like a shiny second skin.
From out of the corner of her eye she saw the two glossy sluts come together in a long, writhing kiss.
“Now, Oracle,” the Rubber Queen purred, moving to stand between Barbara and the mirror as the new figure slinked closer to her from behind while staying out of her vision.
Oracle’s sense of desperation only grew as her doppelganger lifted her hands and caressed her breasts gently.
It was a far cry from the Rubber Queen’s normal aggressive behavior, but it didn’t make Barbara feel any better about her situation.
Her double’s voice took on a softer tone, “My darling little Oracle.
My newest slave used to serve The Joker, much to her own blind suffering.
She has come to realize how bad that was for her now that she serves me in blissful obedience.
I have broken the broken. Oracle, I’d like you to meet the new Harleen Quinzel!”
The Rubber Queen darted away from the mirror so Barbara could get a clear look at her reflection.
From out of the darkness, the face that Barbara knew as Harley Quinn appeared behind her.
Her entire body was encased in skintight, glossy black rubber save for her face, which protruded from a molded hood that hid her cascading her of blonde hair.
Harleen, as she was now called, looked into the mirror and smiled a wanton grin of sexual debasement at Oracle, leaning her smooth, glossy head against Barbara’s own smooth cranium.
Harleen glanced over at the Rubber Queen with a mixture of awed worship and carnal longing, before purring into Barbara’s ear, “Don’t be afraid, Oracle.
If you’re a good girl, she will turn you back into who you were before…he happened.”
Harleen’s face for half a second took on a look of disgust before her eyes grew wide and she looked back up at the Rubber Queen.
“Very soon you will know what I know,” Harleen murmured, before taking hold of Oracle’s head and licking Barbara from her neck all the way to the top of her latex-clad head before smiling, “All shall hail the