Many people didn't realize that their cell phones could be accessed at any time by a talented hacker, much less that a talented hacker could install software to sound an alarm whenever the word "Oracle" and "Barbara Gordon" were spoken in quick succession. Ever alert, Oracle tuned into the conversation from "Oracle is actually Barbara Gordon.", learning in fast succession of the plot to brainwash her by Cal Corker, Huntress and Power Slut. With a bit more surveillance and a lot of confusing battle, she even discovered Cal's carefully hidden abilities and had thought she found a way around them, cutting him down to size with all the magicians and telepaths she could find. Swarmed and surrounded by the Justice League, his empire in ruins, he was nearly subdued, only for Cal Corker to snap his fingers in the precious seconds before Martian Manhunter could knock him out.
"Oracle!" Cal hissed in a never-before-seen rage as Helena began to speak.
"Right, Master, Oracle. She's actually-" Huntress purred only for Cal to cover her full lips with her mouth.
"I know all about this bitch now and we've got to take care of her NOW, not later, understand? Kiki, fly us to this address in Gotham, then smash through the damn wall, wreck her computers and grab the cunt by the throat before she can react."
Kiki and Helena exchanged worried glances, but shrugged. Their Master always knew the best course of action and disobeying him meant no delightful fucking later on.
"Oui, Maitre!" Kiki said, gathering each of her lovers in one arm. "To Gotham, we go!"
***
Barbara Gordon was reviewing her security protocols when suddenly the wall of her clock tower blew wide open, sending stone and sparks everywhere. She went to hit a panic button only for it to glow white hot and melt into slag. A slim hand with pink nails grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. She recognized the famous tits of Power Slut before her face, given how often they'd been plastered over the Internet. Swinging through the massive hole she'd just created, she saw Huntress and a tall, handsome muscular man with fury written all over his face enter.
"You nearly ruined everything for me, you red-headed little cooze." the man snarled as he approached her. "Time to- ungh!"
She may have been in a choke hold and paralyzed from the waist down but Barbara Gordon had her arms free and tried to deliver a KO punch to the man she assumed was mind controlling the two whorish but helpful superheroines.
It didn't work.
Cal Corker grabbed her arm, only filled with rage and lust, determined to make her life a living hell . . .
***
She was stupid enough to think it was the worst night of her life. The Joker shooting her in the spine and dragging her Father off. She didn't know that the worst was yet to come.
"God these literary discussions are so dull. Here's to crime! Say . . . for a librarian, she's got quite the figure! Still, not nearly naughty enough I imagine. The bullet to the spine is splendid but my won't her puritanical Papa lose his marbles if we make her into a star of a more . . . intimate production?"
Hours later, fading in and out of consciousness, she heard the madman singing as he injected her with green vials of an unknown substance and rubbed strange lotion onto her skin that made her whole body burn hot.
"I thought about using this silly little goo that Hagen used to go full Clayface as I love surprising people with smiles everywhere I go but you! You've got to be a star to break down your Daddy's ever loving mind! And speaking of ever-loving, Barbie . . ."
A hand slid between her legs while another began mauling her tits. She knew she should feel horrified and violated but instead, it was like her erogenous zones caught on fire. She bucked her hips and howled with an series of increasingly powerful and impossible to resist orgasms, even as she felt her chest grow heavier and warmer, her waist melting, her ass plumping out. The hair that fell in her face wasn't red anymore - it was blonde. Not that she cared anymore. For hours, days, weeks, the only thing that mattered was getting fucked senseless. An entire freak show ran a train on her body and she impossibly just begged for more, never getting sore or tired, just endlessly wet and horny, cumming until she forgot her own name.
They reminded her, though, which was nice. They whispered all sorts of things and screamed them while fucking her.
Barbie. Her name was Barbie.
"Wakey, wakey!" came the Joker's voice, far away and tinny.
She woke up, groggy and confused, but still incredibly horny. She felt the cool air all over her body and stared down uncomprehendingly at her newly gigantic titties. They were the size of watermelons with big thick pink nipples, up and hard, and had zero sag. Wait, titties? No, that wasn't right, she called her titties hooters. What? No, not, hooters, boobies-
"Hiya, Barbie! Sorry I couldn't be there in person to give you a wake-up call but I'm just having way too much fun! Not as much fun as YOU, though! Ha! Your Daddy Dearest lost his mind once he saw his brilliant boring daughter made into a bouncy boobed brainless bimbo!"
She stared into a nearby mirror, so in shock, she thought it was a funhouse mirror. Her reflection was a perfect hourglass. She had a waist so small a man could completely cover it in both hands that flared out into wide hips and an ass so full and round it looked like two hams jutting out from her backside. Impossibly long legs tapered down to a pair of green high heels, which were the only clothes she was wearing. The face was hers but with a perfect "O" of surprise . . . a pair of lips so pouty that she couldn't even close her mouth, fully, letting a small droplet of drool slip down onto the now mammoth titties she possessed. She looked every inch like Jessica Rabbit come to life but blonde. She was a walking, talking fuck doll. Her bush had been trimmed into a stylized "J" and to her horror, the sight was turning her on! Or perhaps she was now permanently turned on?
"What? I don't understand- my voice!" she squeaked. Instead of her even tones, a breathy falsetto came rolling out.
"Oh, I've made all SORTS of improvements to you Barbie! You're a walking wet dream now, a teenage boy's dream come true! You can't think in anything but smutty talk, can't walk out in public without screaming "SEX" in 50 feet neon letters! You can't even talk without sounding like you belong on the other end of a 976 number! Best of all, anybody can fuck you! You'll spread your legs at the slightest touch! Suck a man dry at the cheapest of one-liners! And I should know . . ."
The Joker began to laugh and then, not for the first or last time, Barbie Gordon began to cry, her massive chest heaving as even this hideous news couldn't stop the hot wet ache between her thighs.
Batman found her a few hours later. Even after the best minds of the superhero community examined her, they couldn't figure out how to get her back to her old self. The best they could do was put in some telepathic safeguards to keep her from fucking anyone who spoke to her but even those weren't always effective. She stayed secluded in the Clock Tower, as her brain still worked, mostly - running communications and electronic research as the mysterious 'Orifice' - with the thrice daily fucking she needed to be able to focus on her work being delivered by some combination of vibrators, Nightwing, Robin and/or Batman. Humiliating and disgusting as her new self was, Barbie at least had some small measure of self-control - nobody would want to fuck her senseless if she hid herself away and she didn't have to go to the trouble of trying to find clothes that fit her ludicrous new body. The strategy worked . . . right until Power Slut busted into her Clock Tower with Sluttress and some man in tow. She was about to sound an alarm when Power Slut fondled her massive tits and all of her self-control vanished.
"Zeut alors! Zey are biggar than mine, Matire! I did not zink it was possible!" the Kryptonian bimbo cooed as Barbie writhed and hooked one long leg around her, helplessly horny at the barest touch.
Cal Corker looked the writhing form of Oracle up and down with an evil, delighted grin.
"Oh, I am going to ENJOY this!" he sneered, unzipping his fly.
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