wonder drone

by benjago15 (ao3)

Diana Prince felt terrible. The last thing she remembered was attending a public fundraiser event, going to get a drink and then… what did she remember? Her head wouldn’t stop spinning… why wouldn’t her body respond? Something tight seemed to be covering her entire body below the neck… What happened? “Urgh…”

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” a familiar high pitched voice from behind her suddenly causes everything to make perfect horrible sense. A figure walks around the table and then steps into light, the sinister grin of Harley Quinn. She was dressed up in her jester outfit and domino mask. Harley actually hadn’t been seen in public following an incident with the Joker which the clown had claimed meant Harley had delivered her final punchline. Despite the circumstance of the discovery, Diana was very relieved to learn that Harley was still alive; She hated to see another die, especially those with a chance to change like Harley. “Heya. Did ya miss me?” Harley poses. Diana tries once again to move to no avail. “Harley… Just release me now.” She tries to look around but it was no use, her body was completely unresponsive. She couldn’t even turn her head.

“Hmmmm… tempting, but I don’t wanna.” The jester shakes her head making her cap jiggle.

“Harley, If I’m missing, the League will come looking. Just let me go now and they never have to hear about this.”

“Aww, yer thinkin’ about me. That’s sweet. Ya really are as nice as they say. but ya don’t gotta worry yerself…” Harley lightly boops Diana on the nose. “Lil’ ol’ Harley already has all that worked out.” She moves her hand to caress Diana’s cheek. “All ya need to worry about it enjoyin’ the ride. I just know yer gonna be great.”

“Harley? What are you…”

“Oh right… I haven’t told ya yet. Sorry, the thought of it just gets me all hot an’ bothered.” Harley’s body twists from side to side as she rubs her thighs together. “We’re gonna get you dressed up and make ya into a smokin’ hot rubber wonder drone!”

“…” Diana briefly freezes even more than she already was. “This is… mpff…” Harley straddles the Amazon and holds her hand over her mouth. Ordinarily, Diana would be able to pry the smaller woman off no problem, but whatever had knocked her out and paralyzed her had left her too weak. Diana blushes slightly at the shame of it all. “mpff…”

“Shhhhh… don’t try to fight it. Yer not gonna be able to move for at least another hour yet anyway. I made use to use the good stuff t’knock ya out. Can’t have a public figure such as yerself thinkin’ Harley Quinn cheaps out on her kidnappin’ an’ dronification service.”

“mppf… mpf…” Diana continues to try and somehow get through to Harley that she didn’t have to do this, that the Amazon could help her get away from the things Joker did to her, but the glimmer in Harley’s eyes… the excitement, the desire, and something… more… something Diana did not understand, it scared her immensely. “Now… I think it’s time we get started!” Harley dances on top of Diana as she removes her hand from the Amazon’s mouth. “Harley…”

“Urgh… I already told ya. It’s been decided. Resisting is just gonna make this take longer. Think about how much easier life is when ya don’t gotta worry about rent, overhearing your annoying roommates arguing with their partner, arrangin’ travel, annoyin’ family, fake friends, getting’ money, payin’ taxes. Mistah J was always supa adamant on that…” her rambles trail off as Diana continues to desperately either make Harley see reason or regain control of her body. Neither was working. She exhales to calm herself. “Harley, I’m giving you a chance to do the right thing. Please take it before you put yourself in danger.”

“I already told ya, I already got that figured out. All ya gotta do is lie their and enjoy yer last moments of clarity, I don’t know how it feels to do this, but I’m sure it feels fine. The volunteer I tried it on wouldn’t stop beggin’ fer an orgasm when I tried asking her how she felt. So I’d reckon she feels great…” Harley circles the table, plotting her next step.

“If you’re not going to…”

“URGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Harley eyes roll up into her head, her shoulders sag and her posture slouches. “Yer such a buzz kill. A hot buzz kill… But since ya clearly can’t be trusted to have a good time.” Harley vanishes from view. Diana hears something metal jingle slightly but she couldn’t turn her leg to investigate. “Harl…mpfpfpf…” The amazon is cut off by the largest ball gag she’d ever seen is wrestling between her teeth, stretching her jaw to an uncomfortable level and garbled any and all attempts at speaking. “mpfpfpf mfpfpfp mfpfpf mgmfrrr!” Diana complains in frustration, disappointed in Harley’s refusal to accept her offer of aid and was continuing her villainous path. “Ahh… Yer much better when ya can’t talk. I thought you amazons all talk about peace through submission. But no, I apparently kidnapped the one amazon who’s against kinky bondage time and instead wants to lecture a girl about her ‘true nature’ unable to accept that maybe that girl made a choice fer herself and isn’t being made to do this by the controlling clown in her life and instead because she wants to!” The jester scowls, placing her hands on her hips, glaring straight at her prisoner. “But they were right, I was skeptical amazons could look any sexier… but damn, I guess bdsm really does make everything hotter. I thought it was just a way to spice up the bimonthly Gotham yoga club sessions…” Harley drums her fingers against the ball.

“mpfpf mfppf mfpfpfpf mmgrrr!” Diana struggles and moans, furious at herself for letting this happen. Harley closes her eyes and smiles. “Sooooooo much better. It’s a really good look for ya. I think ya should keep it. in fact…” Harley vanishes again.

“hnrmmm? phphnp phhnph, Hnrmmm. N mmnmm phnhm mnn hnch phn nrhhnm nf mnn cnnphnnnm (harley? stop this, Harley. I will take you back to arkham if you continue).”

“Are you seriously still trying? Can’t call ya a fake. Woman gotta stick by her principles.” Harley sits herself on the table next to her captive. “Actually… what kinda name is ‘Wonder Woman’ anyway? Like… sure you’re stunning and beautiful and stunning and man I wish you’d bend me over and fix me… but in my professional opinion, I think all women are wonderful.” She pauses for a moment, her finger resting against the corner of her mouth. “Wouldn’t ya agree?”

“Rmmmnphm mm! (release me)”

“Mmmm, nah, I made someone a promise. And Harley Quinn is a woman o’ ‘er word. Now…” Harley reveals something she had previously been hiding behind her back, a tube of superglue. “I told ya this look suited ya, and it’d be a shame if something spoiled that…” The comment remembers her of the blonde she’d first tested some of the restraints on. She’d meant to drone her, but she’d somehow crawled like a worm into the back of a truck and escape. It was a shame to lose another potential drone, but wasn’t like she was gonna be getting out of the things Harley had put her in. “Ah well…” She snaps back to reality and her eyes lock on the ball gag lodged in Diana’s mouth. “now… lets make sure you can’t push it out…” Harley unscrews the cap from her glue, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. She uses one hand to hold Diana’s head still and the other to brings the nozzle towards her lips and begins to sleep, taking the time to ensure there was a consistent even coating across the lips for form a proper airtight seal between her lips and the gag. “Strictly speaking… which is still more than you can do now… this wasn’t needed; that ain’t just any ball gag. It’s a custom made just for this. It ain’t got a regular buckle, the straps just lock together and the lock ain’t got no keyhole meanin’ it couldn’t come off anyway. But I don’t know… it would feel like yer leavin’ the job half finished. An’ Harley Quinn is thorough!” She lightly blows on the glue unsure if it actually helped the glue set but she’d started now so no reason not to stop.

“mpfpf mfpfpf mfpfpf mfpfpfpf mfpfpf!” Wonder Woman’s attempts at speech grow more panicked and jittered. It seemed she had realized there was no stopping Harley and yet she was powerless to stop her. she could only pray that the league found her in time. “There. We. Go… done!” Harley once again boops Diana playfully on the nose. “Now we can start the real fun!” Harley launches herself up from the table, done a very necessary flip in the air and lands perfectly on her feet before giddily running out of Diana’s view again to fetch a trolley full of bondage equipment. The amazon’s heart sank. Her body still wasn’t responding. There was nothing she could do!

She lies there, struggling to compose herself, the dust in the room they were in occasionally sprinkling down from the ceiling. She closes her eyes and exhales through her nose. She opens them again when she feels Harley grabbing her arm. “Oh yeah, I completely forgot to tell ya. I went and made sure yer hands were nice and useless. Not like a drone needs ‘em. An’ that tight feelin’ all around, that’s just a custom tailored latex catsuit made specifically for you” Harley lifts up her prisoner’s toned… muscular arm (Harley bites her lip to contain herself) and motions towards her forearms to showcase the smooth blue sheath they were sealed in. at the end of the sleaves, were small blue balls that covered her hands by trapping them as useless stumps. Most alarmingly, they seemed to be part of the sleeve meaning she couldn’t see any way to free her hands until she got out of this suit. “Don’t worry, I made sure t’ fill ‘em up with glue and then break the zips off, just like I did with that there new suit yer in.”

“Rmmmnphm mm, Gnnnn! phphnp phhnph mnnnmphph! (Release me, Quinn! stop this madness!)”

“Hehe, it funny when ya try an’ bee all bossy when ya got a big ol’ gag in yer trap… hot.”

“Mppff?” Harley’s reactions to all this unsettled Diana, it was almost like she was… jealous, like she wishes she was in Diana’s position… She truly was insane. Upon further inspection of her arms, they also seemed to have extra straps attached to the sleep. Oh no, am I in a straitjacket? She bites down on the gag as she tries to force her body to move. Nothing moved, but she could actually feel her limps slightly again, there was hope!

“I hope ya like yer outfit by the way. I hand made it myself. Did ya know yer exact measurements are just out there on the internet? Yeah, it’s how I was able to make it for ya. Here, I got a photo.” Harley takes out a phone brings up a photo of Diana from while she was still unconscious. She had not only been placed inside a deep blue latex catsuit, but also a red corset with golden highlights and… a blue latex skirt with white stars… her feet were placed in red ballet boots with highlights to match the corset… she’s been put in a latex version of her costume! It was horrifying. It was humiliating. “mpfpff…” Her eyes widen as she tries to process everything. It was all so… overwhelming. She moans weakly, her mind frozen in total shock.

Harley caresses her cheek. “Awwww, there’s not need to worry. Everything’s gonna be okay. By the time we’re done, yer gonna be thanking me for liberatin’ yer mind. Well… as much as you’ll be able to thank me when ya can’t move or say anythin’… eh, we’ll work it out. Not I think it’s time we get you strapped up before that sleepy stuff wears off. Just gotta sit ya up…” Harley wedges her arm under Diana’s neck and awkwardly tries to life a person much beyond her strength. Sure, she was used to wielding a massive mallet but that didn’t mean she was Bane. No, she has to get behind Diana and really push up against the table to even start to lift her. “mpff… mpfff…” Wonder woman grunts into the gag as her head falls back, her body still too unresponsive to be able hold up her head. She was effectively the human equivalent of a sack of potatoes. Harley grunts and groans until she finally pushes Diana to a seated position… only for her to immediately slump forward, her head bouncing off of her knees. “oooo… I’m sure you’re fine. Grunt once if you’re fine…”

“Mpfggrr…” Diana groans, disorientated.

“See. Yer fine.” Harley shrugs as she climbs onto the table so she can wrap her arms around Diana’s torso (unable to stop herself from getting a handful of amazonian breasts) so she can take hold of her arms and wrap them around her stomach to allow her to secure the straitjacket with the same keyless locking mechanism as the gag with a loud click. “Alrighty, lie back down for me…”

“mpfpfpf…” the bound Diana falls backwards harshly, her head this time bouncing back against the table. She still couldn’t move. It didn’t matter anymore. Wonder Woman had lost. Her she lay, bound, gagged and helpless at the mercy of Harley. “Nothin’ more reassurin’ than a nice cozy straitjacket. Now I think it’s time t’ pack ya up for transport; the stuff I sprinkled in yer drink is gonna start wearin’ off soon. Much as I’d love for ya to choke me to death between those thighs (Harley gives them a squeeze), we’re on a schedule here.” Harley seems to check the time on a wristwatch she wasn’t wearing, instead just staring at her forearm. With a hop and a skip, Harley once more prances about the room towards her trolley of goodies to retrieve two new items.

The first item was a blue latex sleepsack. “mpff…” Diana moans weakly as she weakly feels herself being fed into the sack. How could she have let this happen? How could she have let her guard down this much? She hears the zip running along it’s track, the drugs still preventing her so watching the latex consume her body. Her mind retreats inwards, trying to separate herself from the peril she was trapped in, hoping something would happen. She was helpless. All the gods she had fought and beaten. All the evil she’d faced and overcome. It was always bondage that defeated her. for as long as she could remember…

BVVVVVVVVVVVV

A sound suddenly breaks Diana’s trance, it seemed Harley’s second item had been another sleepsack, this one however being gold and inflatable. It continues to inflate as Harley giddily bounces up and down. in a cruel twist of fate, as the sack finishes inflating, Diana finally feels her body starting to try and move. “mppff…” she finally manages a weak struggle but in bondage this heavy, it was barely noticeable. Her head was now the only part of her body still visible. “mpfpf mfpf…” She struggles again, heavier this time.

“As ya can see…” Harley drums on the sleepsack with her hands. “You’re all nice and secure. Now. It’s almost time for the main event! Now, before we go and wipe that pretty brain, lemme show ya what’s in store!”

“hnrmmm! gmph hnch hmrm! phphnp! (harley! get back here! stop!)” Diana struggles as she watches Harley once again vanish, this time into another room.

“MPPFPFFFFFF!” a muffled voice calls out. “MPFPFPFPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!” Whoever it was sounded so… aroused. Diana turns her head to see Harley wheeling someone bound identically to her but in brown and with the addition of a faceless hood. She was covered head to toe in latex, like this, there was no way to tell who was beneath the bondage. “mmhnph nnn mnn nn? mmhn nph phhnph? (what did you do? who is that?)”

“Eh? Wondy, babe, I ain’t gonna understand we that gag in yer mouth.

“mnn'n hmphphmr nnph hnfm hnrph hmr... (you'd better not have hurt her...)”

“Still can’t understand what yer sayin’. Hot though.” Harley wraps her arm around the brown cocoon and the person inside begins to moan repeatedly, a constant stream of slow, drawn out lustful moans. The jester begins to grind her hips against the sleepsack which the person inside seems to feel and moans out more. “Anyways, let me introduce, Cleo Cazo. Ratcatcher 2. Or at least she used to be. I used her to test out the machine we’re gonna use on you, now ol’ Cleo ain’t home no more. All she cares about is how damn horny she is. So it worked. She’s gone, no coming back. All she goes is beg for ya to put yer hands all over ‘er until she explodes. And soon, yer gonna be the same!” Harley bounces up and down in excitement.

“mpfpf…” Diana cries out in horror but her muffled moans only makes the brainwashed Cleo moan even more. She thrashes and squirms, determined to somehow break free and save this poor woman from whatever Harley had planned.

“Now…” Harley approaches Diana, her hands hidden behind her back.

“Mmm…” Diana eyes widen, realizing that Harley was approaching her with a golden faceless hood! “mpfpd fnpfpf mfpfpf!” She thrashes her head, fighting with all she had left to try and stop what was about to happen. However, bound as she was, she’s unable to stop Harley from wrestling the hood over her head and plunging her into darkness. She feels the hood being fastened and then a faint snapping sound tells her Harley had just broken the zipper off. “mpfpf…” she continues to struggle, trying at the very least to get off this table.

“Now… hold still a mo…” Harley voice is much more intimidating when she cannot be seen. She feels something being fitted over her head and her heart sinks…

“bye, bye, Diana Prince. Hello, Wonder slut!” diana hears a switch flick and then something begins to charge. “hmpfr…” Diana tries to call out on finally time but whatever Harley put on her head emits a frequency and in an instant, Diana Prince ceases to be. Every heroic instinct, every memory of Steve, everything that made up her life was erased and instead replaced with a single feeling: LUST. Intense, unfiltered lust. Nothing matter to her now, nothing but the burning fire between her legs pleading for sweet release. “mpf…” she moans, weakly at first, then louder, then even louder. Egged on by the moans of Cleo working her up even more. The 2 dronified latex lumps moans in sync, so aroused at the mere sound of each others muffled moans that they simultaneously orgasm. “MPFPFPFF…” they both moan until their voices give out. It was all a symphony to Harley’s ears. “Oh my… she’s perfect…” Harley removes the helmet from diana and adds the final piece, a golden tiara. “Perfect!” Harley kisses the drone on the head. “now… to have some fun before… hehehe…” Harley quickly mounts her toy, grinding her hips. She was sopping wet, so much so that her humping leaves a wet patch on the sleepsack holding the Amazon. “Yes!” Harley cries out, her own lust burning, edging closer and closer to release. Her moans synchronize were the two dolls, it was perfect! It was perfect! It was perfect! She was getting closer! It was perfect! She was getting closer! It was perfect! She was getting closer! She was so close. She eyes roll back into her head as she braces for…

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Electricity suddnely surges through Harley body, shuttering her down just before she could climax, her unconscious body slumping to the floor. “Aww… so… close…” her eyes closes as she sees a pair of heeled boots standing over her…

***

“Mmm…” Harley groans. She feels something wedged into her mouth. Her body wasn’t moving properly… “Mpff…” she groans as she vision slowly clears to see… Livewire standing over her. not only was she stood over her, she was going something to the gag in Harley’s mouth. She moves her hand just enough that Harley can see she’s treating the gag with the same superglue she’d used on Diana. “mpfpf…” arousal is already building within her.

“Wanted to make sure when you woke up you didn’t think I cared about anything you had to say. not like it’ll matter soon.”

“Mppffpf mppf mfppff…” Harley moans happily, lifting her head to get a look at her bondage. In the same way the bondage she had trapped Diana in had been in the style of the wonder woman armor, Harley was inside a latex version of her jester outfit with built in mittens and a straitjacket that was already fully applied. “I already loaded the others into the transport. I haven’t to say, I wasn’t expecting the bonus Ratcatcher.”

“Hnrmmm Gnnnn prnnmph hmrphmmf nn gnnng nhnfm nnn hmmnnn! (Harley Quinn prides herself on going above and beyond!)”

“Needless to say, a pleasure doing business with you. And I’m sure this’ll probably somehow feel even better for you than it will for me, you freak.”

“hmhmhm” Harley chuckles into the gags as she watches her both get threaded into a black sleepsack. It felt so tight on her! it felt so good! Harley’s clear arousal makes Livewive somewhat uncomfortable. Still, it wouldn’t matter soon. If anything her being this horny already made this easier. This was the agreement they had reached. Livewire had been looking for help making herself a super drone to help her let off some steam. Harley had been the one to reach out with an idea that pleased her. when the topic shifted to that of payment, Harley had mentioned that this would likely make her hunted by the justice league, and on top of that, since breaking off from the Joker, Harley hadn’t really felt fulfilled. Like nothing mattered. And so Harley had suggested a common offer, she would bring her a rubbered up wonder drone, and instead of money, Harley’s only condition for doing the job was that she also be made into a mindless rubber drone. Livewire didn’t pretend to know why someone would want to be stuck in permanent bondage and have her brain rewritten so she could be used and abused like a horny doll, and honestly, Livewire had even less interested and pretending she cared. What she didn’t care about however was that it meant someone was basically doing the job for free. For that price she’d happily erased this annoying clown from the world.

“mpff…” Harley moans as she’s fitted into the black inflatable sleepsack and only gets more worked up as it inflated. Livewire didn’t care to wait for it to finish inflating, she just wanted to be done so she could have some fun with her new toys and pulls the hood over Harley’s head. Like the suit, it was designed like her jester suit which meant it wasn’t just a regular hood, it actually maintained the design of her jester cap simply without a cutout for her face. Harley shudders at the sound of the hood’s zipper being snapped off. She couldn’t believe she was about to get a once in a lifetime experience like this. It was amazing! She offers no resistance as the mindwipe device is fitted over her head. “Alright freak, doubt your gonna be missed.” Livewire exhales, ready to be done with the old Harley. “phhnnh mnn… (thank you)” Harley orgasms as the headset erases everything she was and could’ve been, replaced with the exact same empty, horny drone as Diana and Cleo. “mppff mfppfmm mfppf…” Livewire stands and watches her new drone squirm, scratching her head. “Did it work? Looks the same to me… damn freak. Good riddance. Maybe I’ll strap her down and make her listen as I ravage Wonder Woman.”

“MPFPFPFFPFF!” the suggestion sends Harley into a frenzy, squirming and moaning.

“Or maybe I’ll burying her in cement and be done with her…” the drone only gets hornier. “Damn freak.” She tuts with disgust as she pulls Harley from the table and tosses her into the unmarked van she’d already loaded her other drones into. She takes a moment to watch the three of them squirm and moan together before slamming the door and turns back towards the mind wipe helmet… maybe three drones were enough for now, but it would be a shame to let tech like that sit and gather dust in a box. After all, there was a certain female Kryptonian who could have a super stress ball… a devilish grin to rival even Harley spreads across her face.  “After all, why not? Why shouldn’t I use it?”

The end?