Underground complex, Gotham City
A week had now passed since she had first been ensnared into the Rubber Queen's world of blissful perversion by her very own protege, Stephanie Brown. One long week of heaven and Barbara Gordon couldn't help but quiver in excitement at how much things had changed. Staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the recovery room, the truth of how much she had changed finally began to sink in. How it had all happened was still something of a blur, and the stark change in her own image was nothing if not startling. However, in the end, it was all for the best, the computer genius reasoned. She was happier, more confident in herself and her sexuality, and it was all thanks to her divine Rubber Queen.
Barbara continued to hold eye contact with the almost fully nude sexual creature peering back at her through the mirror, acutely aware of the other equally sexually charged women moving around her. The figure in the mirror wore black latex thigh-high boots and black latex opera gloves that rose midway from her elbow to her armpits. The black contrasted perfectly with the fetching woman's near porceline-like skin tone A week deep inside the Rubber Queen's underground kingdom and away from the sun had done away with her already fair skin tone. A mad, pleased smile spread across her face at this development and her slutty duplicate in the mirror shared the same act. She knew that this being in the mirror was indeed herself. Still, there was a part of her that wondered if this was all real. If it was just some sort of perverse wet dream she never wanted to wake up from. The former Oracle pouted her lips at the very thought. That part of her had to be snuffed out, and she knew the more time she spent in the Rubber Kingdom the sooner that would happen.
Her happy smile soon turned into a moan of pleasure when one of her respective sisters in perversion ran gloves hands over her well-toned ass. Barbara closed her eyes and rolled her head back, moaning and groaning even louder, at the welcomed assault on her body. The girls around her were rubbing her down in oil to make her supple body gleam and glisten in the light of the room. They had been her nurses over the past week. They were four young women recruited from their blossoming careers in medical practice by the Queen's agents across the world. Like Barbara, the nurses' time in the underground Rubber Kingdom had given them all pale skin tones, despite their various nationalities, which was all the more accented by their shiny latex uniforms that clung to their body so tightly it was like a second skin. These consisted of red gloves that ended at their wrists, red chokers adorned with the standard white medical cross emblem at the center and red latex thigh-high boots with the lower portion formed into a ballerina-style toe point. In fact, one of the girls' heels were so high that her feet were almost pointed straight down for the toes to reach the floor. Noting this the second the four seductresses had entered her room, Barbara's warped mind set a goal to some day be able to walk in ballerina-style boots like that.
A thrill ran up Barbara's spine that she could actually set such a goal! She was just so excited to actually be standing on her own two feet again, perched atop spiked six-inch heels, and it was all thanks to the Rubber Queen and her team of expert surgeons. Not only had they repaired the severed nerves and fractured bones in her spinal cord, but they had gone to extra lengths to restore her muscles' strength and joint mobility so that she could indeed walk again unhindered. The head surgeon, which she had playfully labeled 'Dr. Feelgood', had made sure Barbara's time in the surgical ward of the Rubber Kingdom was the most pleasurable it could have possibly been and the former Batgirl felt her inner core begin to heat up as her mind wandered over the now cherished memories.
Before the surgery, the various nurses had been given strict orders to grope, kiss and lick Barbara's tits, stomach and sides, while she was laid out on the surgical table. Furthermore, after declaring the surgery a success, Dr. Feelgood herself had been the one who would visit and test Barbara's progress to feel anything below her waist by lowering her head between the redhead's legs where she would lick and suck on Barbara's more than sensitive cunt while running her long, talon-like nails up and down her patient's milky thighs. All in the name of encouraging nerve activity, was the doctor's claim, but Barbara knew better and she was more than appreciative.
Barbara still vividly remembered the first sensations she had felt below her waist in years, and cumming like a freight-train resulting in an explosion of sensory input. Her warped mind wondered if her banshee-like wails could still be heard echoing down the industrial metallic halls of the Rubber Kingdom.
After it was looking like she was on her way to a full recovery, Dr. Feelgood had been given orders by the Rubber Queen to go further with Barbara. After the computer genius woke up after her second surgery, she was amazed to find that her feet and ankles had been shackled to sort of bar across the foot of her bed. A metal contraption pressed her feet all the way down past her heels, and when she tried to move her feet the metal braces kept them pressed downward. Dr. Feelgood had swept in and explained that her ankle tendons had been shorten and her ankle muscles increased so she wouldn't be able to walk in anything lower than a six-inch heel. Barbara at first had been visibly distressed by this but then Dr. Feelgood had sat on the bed and inserted three fingers into Barbara's slick pussy. She started to pump in and out of her patient and explained in a soothing voice that the Rubber Queen wished for all of the sluts under her to wear the highest heels possible. Barbara nodded her head wantonly and started to gyrate her hips to meet her chocolate-skinned doctor's talented fingers as they pumped into her hot core. All the while, the doctor looked into Barbara's yearning, desperate eyes as she petted her copper-toned mane of lustrous red hair.
Barbara snapped back to the present, still admiring her own reflection, content in the knowledge that she would be forever grateful for what they had done for her. They would forever have her loyalty. She would never need that damned wheelchair again. Her glistening, black-painted lips curled in absolute joy, positively gleeful to have cast aside that part of her life. Barbara had never been one to wear that much makeup before she was brought into the fold by Stephanie, but now she couldn't start her day without sculpting her face to smoldering, whorish perfection under the avid tutelage of her nurses. The face staring back at her in the mirror had shiny, pitch black lips, darkly shaded eyes with thick liner and extra-long, perfectly curled eyelashes, accenting her sultry glare. Ever her perfectly waxed, arched eyebrows had been painted black to contrast with her pale skin, while the dark, dramatic blush on her cheeks accentuated her cheekbones.
The stark contrast of her new and improved look continued with her hair. Barbara's orange copper-toned locks had been dyed a deep burgundy and flared up off her scalp high and proud in a mass of vibrant frizz. It was a far departure from her former conservative hairstyle that suited a librarian more than the confident sexual creature she had become. Like her new personality, as well as her enlightened soul, it was wild and free. Free of society's laws and rules. The only rules she needed to obey were those of the Rubber Queen, and she would do so with a new fiery passion.
Barbara continued to stare into the mirror, twisting and turning her restored body to inspect and admire every inch of her lithe form. Her body now gleamed and glistened as much as her skintight black latex did and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as the nurses continued to rub her down in oil. They were relentless, giving extra attention to her pert tits, round ass and her bald, sopping pussy, and she was getting more and more worked up because of it. She could tell by their own moans and labored breathing that they were also becoming more and more aroused the more they ran their gloved hands over the former Batgirl's supple body. All five women in the room would have fallen into complete sexual frenzy had they not received strict orders from the doctor not to. Besides, it was almost time for the day's main event. And that was something no one in the Rubber Kingdom wanted to miss, especially Barbara and her sisters in perversion.
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