The Cat and the Court jester

Batgirl was sat down upon a wooden chair, pinned down by her shoulders by the guard behind her. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, already beginning to feel the circulation in her hands being cut off by her ass sitting ontop of them. She looked up into the full length mirror before her and saw a woman lumbering towards her from behind. She was not dressed like any of the other abductees in this place, wearing usual civilian garb rather than the outlandish aesthetics of Hatter’s Alice in Wonderland theme. Perhaps Hatter hadn’t been able to dress everyone up properly before she had arrived. The woman set down a box of makeup tools on a nearby table and silently got to work on Batgirl’s new look, focusing entirely on her task like a blank minded drone.

And I thought that things were already embarrassing enough, Barbara thought to herself, Waltzing right into that creep’s trap; having my clothes and bike stolen; getting my hands glued to my butt; groped by that damn Catwoman; my secret identity revealed before everyone here; my lips glued shut so I can’t even complain; and being paraded around and humiliated in this freak show! Yet somehow, a completely normal looking civilian walking in on all this just makes this even worse! I don’t care if she’s under Tetch’s mind control, her being here just makes everything feel even more ridiculous!

The woman added the finishing dabs of makeup onto Barbara’s face before packing up her utensils, allowing the naked heroine to assess the artist’s handiwork. Batgirl gazed in horror as she now looked more like a Harley Quinn knockoff than a member of the Bat family, her face had been painted a pale shade of white, a black diamond outline drawn around her right eye, and her still bright ruby lips all made her feel like a fool. To top off the effect, the makeup artist crowned Barbara with a yellow and purple striped jester hat, complete with golden bells dangling from each tendril.

As the hat slid atop her head, Barbara felt a sticky substance congeal onto her head. As a test, she quickly shook her head from side to side, the bells jingling loudly as she did so, the hat itself however didn’t budge. Great! Just great! These freaks just had to have a fixation on glue didn’t they! God, I better come up with an escape plan soon, or else Batman is gonna find me like this and I’ll never hear the end of it!

Thankfully, Batgirl was bought some time as Selina crawled into the room on all fours, a guard leading her on a leash that had been attached to a cat collar on Selina’s neck, a little bell ringing with every movement she made. Those cat mittens taped to her hands and feet are probably protecting her from the cold floor, Batgirl observed, that’s much more than I currently have, lucky bitch.

Even so, Barbara couldn’t deny pleasuring at the sight of Catwoman paraded around in such a pet like manner, especially after what she did to her back at her hideout. Selina was then made to stop in between the mirror and Batgirl as the makeup artist left to retrieve some items. Selina stole a glance at the dolled up Batgirl and let out a stifled chortle. Barbara responded by bringing her cold, bare foot to tickle Selina’s bouncy, bare breasts. Catwoman erupted into a nervous giggling fit as Barbara glared daggers at her.

The makeup artist returned swiftly with her materials and set back to work. She dipped her brush into a pot of glue and spread a small strip across the small of Selina’s back, she then carefully placed a small piece of black leather rope onto the glue and held it down with her thumb for a minute. What had once been Catwoman’s whip had now been cut down in size and remodelled into a tail for Selina. The guard that had escorted Selina pulled her up onto her feet and the artist began to spread the same glue across the inside of a black head band, a headband that had had a pair of black cat ears attached, and placed the headband atop of Selina’s head.

To finish up the look, the woman then took what had been the remainder of Catwoman’s whip and began tying it around her stomach, pinning her arms to her sides. Selina’s face crinkled indignantly, the whiskers painted across her face making her pout resemble that of a grumpy house cat.

The Mad Hatter popped his head into the changing rooms. “Are the Queen’s new subjects ready?” He asked. The guards hoisted up Batgirl and Catwoman and turned them both to face him. “Excellent,” he smiled, “Now bring them through, the Queen is waiting.”