Granted, that wasn’t unusual. Despite being on Earth for almost a decade, there were still things in Earth culture that confused the Kryptonian.

However Earth culture wasn’t the source of her current confusion.

No, the source of her current confusion was that instead of being in her bed in her apartment in National City, she was in some sort of padded room wearing a white latex bodysuit/straitjacket hybrid, with her arms forced into a tight self hug. Further confusing her was that, despite pulling and struggling in her restraints with all her might, she wasn’t breaking them like she should.

She had first tried her super strength, and when that failed to produce results, moved onto her heat vision, followed by her freeze breath, flight, superspeed, and so on until she realized that each and every one of her superpowers were nullified.

It was only after what felt like hours of struggling in the white padded room that something finally happened.

A door, one camouflage in amongst the padded walls, slid open, and two women strolled into the room.

One was a Latina with bright green hair and matching green eyes. The other was Caucasian, with white hair and bright blue eyes. Both were clad in red and white latex nurse uniforms, with their lower faces covered by white latex surgical masks. There was a spherical bulge in the middle of the masks, right where the women’s mouths would be.

Despite their faces being partially covered, Kara recognized them, or at least thought she did, as Fire and Ice, a pair of heroines who had served on the United Nations Justice League around the time Kara was starting out as a hero.

Regardless of their unfamiliarity with each other, they were heroes, they helped people, and right now Kara needed help.

“Fire, Ice, I am so happy to see you,” Kara said as the women wordlessly approached her. “I have no idea where I am or why I’m here, and all of my powers are disabled,” she added, concern beginning to creep into her mind as they continued to approach her without saying a word.

“Ummm guys?” Kara asked as she shrank back a bit, her eyes focused on the women as she saw that Ice had what looked like a ball gag, a very large ball gag, in her hand.

Before Kara could post any question to the women, they lunged forwards, with Fire pinning Kara down as Ice forced the ball gag into Kara’s mouth.

“MPHH!” Kara shouted angrily as she struggled against what she had thought a few moments ago were her saviors.

Roughly Fire and Ice each grabbed one of Kara’s arms and pulled, roughly bringing her up onto her feet as she shouted obscenities into her gag.

Kara continued to shout obscenities into her gag as Fire and Ice began to drag her across the room, towards the doorway, and then out into the hallway. All of Kara’s attempts to stop this, which consisted solely of trying to plant her feet on the floor, ended in failure.

The hallway was completely white and sterile, with doors that presumably led to other padded rooms lining it.

To Kara’s surprise, as she was dragged through the hallway, she saw she was not the only one bound and gagged.

Passing by her, bound and gagged in black latex straittsuits and strapped to dollies, were none other than Black Canary and Huntress. Pushing the dollies were another pair of nurses dressed identical to Fire and Ice, one with long white hair and the other with long reddish brown hair.

To Kara’s shock, Black Canary and Huntress weren’t struggling in their restraints. Instead, the two women were almost perfectly still, with what seemed to be expressions of joy on their faces.

‘Thats…. concerning,’ Kara thought as she turned her head to watch the women as they were wheeled past her. She had teamed up with the Birds of Prey a few times, and Black Canary and Huntress had earned Kara’s utmost respect, so seeing them so accepting of their position was very concerning to her.

While most of the doorways were closed, a handful were open, and Kara was able to steal quick glances inside the rooms. To her relief, most were empty, though she did catch a glimpse of one occupied room, in which she saw what she was sure was Catwoman, bound inside an inflatable latex sack, panting with a look of sheer bliss on her face.

Suddenly, just a few steps after seeing Catwoman, Kara and her captors stopped in front of a closed doorway. Fire and Ice stood perfectly still as a panel on the wall slid back, revealing a small red glass device that shined a red light at Ice’s eyes before the door began to open.

‘Retinal scans,’ Kara thought as she watched the door open. The presence of scanners of any kind told Kara that a) this wasn’t some random facility and b) that whoever was responsible for it had the means to obtain that sort of technology.

Kara’s thoughts were interrupted as the door to the new room opened fully, allowing her to view inside.

Like the other rooms, it had padded walls, floor, and ceiling. Unlike the other rooms, this one was furnished, with what looked like some sort of medical chair in the centre of the room and a large video screen on the wall the chair was facing. The latter detail Kara only noticed as she was dragged inside.

“MPHH!” Kara shouted into her gag, resuming her feeble attempts at breaking free as she was forced to take a seat in the chair. Before Kara could try and squirm her way out of the chair, Fire and Ice began wrapping leather straps around Kara’s torso, legs and her head, forcing her to stay seated as they tightened the straps until they heard Kara squeal in pain.

Once all of the straps were in place, Fire and Ice simply walked out of the room, not sparing Kara a second glance as they walked out of the room, leaving Kara all alone again.

Kara could only meekly moan into her gag as she waited for something, anything, to happen.

After maybe an hour, something finally did happen.

The door to the room opened up, and out of the corner of Kara’s eye she could see someone wearing a white doctor's coat walk in.

‘No,’ Kara thought as her eyes widened. She knew that voice, and the idea that she might be responsible for her current predicament sent a chill down Kara’s spine.

“I’ll take that as a “good”,” the woman in the coat said as she stepped into Kara’s field of vision, confirming the theory that Kara dreaded.

Clad in a shiny red and black jester uniform, with her blonde hair tied into a pair of ponytails and pink crystal hanging around her neck, was none other than Harley Quinn, the Joker’s girlfriend/punching bag.

“Mphh, MPHH!” Kara repeatedly groaned into her gag as she tried to shake her head. If Harley was here, then no doubt the Joker was too, and Kara was already terrified of him with her powers, so to face him without was the worst thing she could imagine.

“Oh calm down Superbitch,” Harley said with a grin as she stood in front of Kara. “I promise I’m not going to do anything to hurt you,” she said as Kara ignored her words.

“Anyways, this is the part where I tell you my plan, right?” Harley asked before taking a seat on Kara’s lap.

“Ya’see, I’ve gotten tired of being in Mistah J’s shadow, so I thought I’d do something to get out of it!” Harley said excitedly as she began to lean in uncomfortably close to Kara. “I found this old wing of Arkham that everyone had forgotten about, and decided to give it a face lift,” she said as she began to fondle Kara’s breast, eliciting groans of anger and embarrassment from her.

“After I did that, I wondered what to do next,” Harley said. “That’s when I got the idea to start abducting you super bitches and making you my kinky lil patients,” she said as she playfully booped Kara’s nose, while Kara growled into her gag.

“But you’re special,” Harley said as she began to lean in closer to Kara. “I’m not keeping you as a patient,” she said with a grin. “You’re going to be my little rubber superpup,”

“MPHH MPH!” Kara screamed into her gag, her rage keeping her from hearing most of what Harley was saying as she thrashed in her bindings.

“I love it when they resist,” Harley said as she leaned forwards and began licking Kara’s gag, coating it in her spit as she dragged her tongue along Kara’s lips.

Kara simply froze up as this happened, too shocked to think about how to respond to the psychotic jester's “romantic” gesture.

“I hope you like the taste of rubber,” Harley said as she pulled her head back. “Because you’re gonna taste it a lot from now on,” she said as she got off of Kara and began fishing around in her coat pocket until she produced a remote.

With a smile, Harley turned and pointed towards the tv, turning it on to a scene of a woman covered head to toe in rubber down on her knees licking the leather boots of another woman.

“There, that should keep you entertained,” Harley said as she pocketed the remote. “Not that you have much choice about watching it,” she added with a grin as she turned to walk out of the room. “Oh! I almost forgot,” she said as she walked back up to Kara, unclasped the necklace she was wearing and placed it around Kara’s neck

“It’s only appropriate you have a little bit of your planet with you,” Harley said before she gave Kara a kiss on the cheek and walked out, leaving Kara to watch the video alone.

Granted, at the moment Kara’s attention wasn’t on the video, but instead the necklace around her neck, and the glowing pink stone attached to it.

‘Oh no,’ Kara thought as her heart pounded in her chest. Given that Harley had called the necklace a little bit of her planet, Kara assumed she meant it was a piece of Kryptonite.

Which was bad.

Very, very bad.

Making things even worse was that Kara had no idea what Pink Kryptonite did. She was familiar with green, which was lethal to Kryptonians (and humans, as Lex Luthor’s cancer diagnosis had proven), red, which sent Kryptonians into a blind rage, and blue, which harmed Bizarro’s but healed Kryptonians.

There were some other varieties, like gold, silver, white, purple and so on, but Kara didn’t know anything about them.

At least, she didn’t realize that anything was different, but whereas earlier she had squeezed her eyes shut to avoid viewing the videos on the screen, she was now eagerly watching the scenes of latex lezdom. Not only that, but she was beginning to picture herself as the sub, and the dominant as Harley Quinn.

Unbeknownst to her, this was the result of two things.

The first was the Pink Kryptonite, which had the effect of inverting a Kryptonians sexual preference, turning Kara from a straight woman to a lesbian. The second was the video itself, which was specially edited by Harley to have subliminal hypnotic messaging, so that if someone were to watch it close enough for a long enough time, they would begin to desire to see themselves under the heel of Harley.

As the hours ticked by, the hypnosis and Kryptonite combo tore down the walls of Kara’s mind, penetrating its innermost chambers as Kara began to think of herself not as a superhero, but as a pet, a loyal, obedient, slutty pet belonging to Harley Quinn.

When Harley Quinn returned to the room almost twelve hours later, she was delighted to see Kara staring intently at the screen, with drool slowly dripping down her chin and onto her rubber covered breasts.

“Did my little pet miss me?” she asked with a grin that widened as eager moans escaped from Kara’s gagged mouth. “Good, because I missed her too,” she said as she bent down and planted a kiss on Kara’s forehead before beginning to slowly undo the straps keeping Kara in place.

“Now, what do we say?” Harley asked as she undid the last of the straps and reached up, unbuckling Kara’s ballgag.

“Thank you!” Kara said excitedly as she practically leapt out of the chair and onto the floor, squirming her way towards Harley. “Thank you so much for letting me be your pet Mistress Harley!” Kara exclaimed as she lowered her head and began eagerly licking Harley’s boots, quickly coating them in a layer of spit.

“Wiggle your way out of that for me,” Harley ordered as she raised her fingers up to her mouth and whistled. A moment later a rubber nurse with dark gray eyes and long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail came into the room. In her arms was a blue box with the House of El emblem on it. Once she handed the box over, the nurse nodded respectfully to Harley and left without making a sound.

“Alright Superpup,” Harley said as she looked down at Kara, who had barely managed to squirm her way out of the suit, and was now kneeling nude in front of Harley. “Are you ready to look the part?” she asked with a grin as she popped open the box and pulled out a light blue latex bitchsuit.

“Yes Mistress Harley!” Kara exclaimed. “I’m ready to be your puppy bitch!”

“Good, now hold still,” Harley ordered as she crouched down and began to dress Kara in the new suit.

First, Harley took care of Kara’s legs, folding them and pushing them into the leg sleeves, before doing the same to Kara’s arm. Once Kara’s limbs were taken care of, Harley zipped up the back of the suit, sealing Kara inside before pushing her onto her elbows and knees.

“Now for the gag,” Harley said with a smile as she picked up a ring gag out of the box and held it up in front of Kara, who eagerly opened her mouth as wide as she could, allowing Harley to pop the gag in and secure it in place.

“Next up, the hood,” she said as she pulled a light blue rubber hood out of the box, with a pair of floppy dog ears, openings for Kara’s eyes and mouth, and the House of El emblem printed on the forehead.

Kara quickly crawled forwards, closer to her Mistress so that it would be easier for the hood to be pulled over her head.

Harley took her time pulling the hood down, savoring the sight of the Girl of Steel’s face disappearing underneath the rubber, before locking a collar and leash around Kara’s neck and attaching the Pink Kryptonite to it.

“There, now you look like a proper pup,” Harley said as she petted Kara’s head as the former hero panted excitedly with her tongue hanging out of their mouth.

“Now, time to make you do something un-heroic,” Harley said with a grin as she took a seat on the chair, spread her legs, pulled down her crotch zipper, and began pulling on Kara’s leash, bringing her latex slutpup closer and closer to her womanhood, and letting out a groan of pleasure as Kara buried her face in it.

“Good girl, eat up,” Harley groaned as she wrapped her legs around Kara’s head, keeping her in place as she did just as her Mistress instructed, running her tongue along her Mistresses clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through Harley that caused her to tighten her legs, forcing Kara’s face closer to her crotch.

Harley’s pleasure-fueled moans echoed through her facility, sending a twinge of jealousy through the broken patients, and chill of fear down the spine of those not yet broken.

It didn’t matter though, as while Kara might have been the one selected for the ultimate position at Doctor Harley’s feet, all patients would have a one on one pleasure therapy session with her, and that session would come sooner than any of the patients hoped.