After what seemed like months kneeling in the bathtub, being drenched by both rivulets of hot water and the ifrit's intimate juices, Barbara Gordon felt proud when Inara came hard with a shuddering cry of triumph in a language not heard by man for centuries. The redhead had an answering small orgasm of her own at the thought of having successfully obeyed a command from a hot woman, even if Inara wasn't technically human.
"Mmm, you're awfully good at that for someone who was straight as an arrow less than two days ago, Barbie." the Arabic beauty purred as she ran her long nails through Barbara's damp red curls and reluctantly yanked her face from between her legs. "Possibly the best side benefit of my taking all the possible liberties of your stupid, slutty, thoughtless wish. Well, second best, after the unwavering obedience. Oh! You can talk again, I suppose."
"Merci, Mistress!" Barbara replied instantly, even though her jaw was numb and her tongue was tired. All that mattered was satisfying the wishes of any hot woman she met after all.
Inara looked down at her and sighed.
"Such a pity. I really thought for a second there you might last longer than just two wishes. Now I can just snap my fingers and you'll use up the last five of your wishes for anything I can come up with, anything at all. Not that I miss your little uptight Batbitch routine but this is so . . ."
She frowned slightly, even as she issued a new command with a cruel smirk playing across her full lips.
"Go bend over the toilet, pinch and twist your nipples as hard as you can and scream 'I'm a stupid little buttslut and Inara is smarter and sexier than I could ever be' over and over until I tell you to stop."
Barbara raced to comply, bending over the white toilet in her now drenched lacy French Maid uniform and slid her fingers into her barely there blouse to pinch her thick pink nipples.
"I'm a stupeed little buttslut and Eenarah eez smarter and sexier than I could evah be! I'm a stupeed little buttslut and Eenarah eez smarter and sexier than I could evah be!" she began eagerly repeating, her voice thready with both the pain of twisting her own nipples and the pleasure of knowing she was following a woman's command perfectly.
The sudden smack to her mostly exposed bubble butt that followed made her gasp - but not with pain. God, she loved being dominated by women!
"You see? I did my job almost too well. Now, you're just such a submissive little slut for anything with a pussy, you'd let any random woman you met boss you around, smack you around for doing a bad job and then thank her for it with your juices dribbling down your thighs."
The ifrit punctuated her point with another stinging slap to the former Batgirl's jiggling butt cheeks.
"Why, I bet you don't even care that I've turned Power Girl into little more than a cow while you were getting a deep dicking from her cousin. Oh, and I've also made sure that Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn are out there turning your little boytoy Dick into their own personal fucktoy while making your two besties into pornographic parodies of themselves. What do you have to say about all that, hmm?"
Barbara's brow creased slightly but there was really only one thing she could say in response.
"I'm a stupeed little buttslut and Eenarah eez smarter and sexier than I could evah be!" she gasped, groaning with pleasure as she obeyed. Like a computer stuck in a feedback loop, she could only think about how obeying women was pure pleasure and feel that pleasure increasing with each shouted declaration of her own stupidity. She couldn't even so much as think of disobeying but, really, why would she ever want to?
"I'm a stupeed little buttslut and Eenarah eez smarter and sexier than I could evah be! I'm a stu-"
"Yes, yes, I think I've made my point. Shut up." Inara sighed. "Honestly, I never thought I'd say this, but it isn't nearly as fun without you having at least a hint of that old fighting spirit. Where's the joy in seeing you loving every minute of your pathetic little sex doll life? What to do, what to do . . ."
She tapped her fingers across one of Barbara's pale cheeks thoughtfully while the former Batgirl just pinched her nipples and bent over the toilet, trying not to cry out with pleasure as she'd just been told to shut up. She could do both things perfectly to please her mistress and it would feel so good!
"Oh! I know!" Inara said with a grin and another swift slap to the redhead's pert ass. "Let's go ahead and make sure you have exactly one hour a day where your old self comes back . . . but as a helpless passenger in your new, overdone parody of a French Maid whore body! Truly the best of both worlds, don't you think?"
Barbara Gordon just nodded vigorously while panting.
"Oh, right, you can talk again." she said with an condescending pat on her head like someone would give a French Poodle that just did a trick. "Now, say 'Yes, Inara, you're ever so smart, Inara, thank you again for tormenting me, Inara!"
"Oui, Eenarah, you're ever so smart Eenarah, zank you again for tormenting me, Eenarah!" she dutifully parroted back, her voice breathy and thready from the pain and pleasure of the obedience and nipple ****.
"Good little doggie." Inara said with a grin. "Such an obedient little dumb bitch you are now. And since you're just repeating what I say, here's something else for you to say."
She leaned over, yanked Barbara painfully by the hair and hissed in her ear.
"Say "Inara, I specifically wish you could do whatever the hell you wanted, to anyone you want, with no restrictions." and skip the stupid French accent this time. I want to hear it in your original bitchy little buzzkill voice."
"Inara, I specifically wish you could do whatever the hell you wanted, to anyone you want, with no restrictions." Barbara Gordon parroted back without a moment's hesitation, instantly allowing one of the cruelest and most dangerous beings alive free reign.
"Now, was that so hard? What a good little buttlsut you've become!" Inara cackled as she cruelly shoved Barbara's head against the wall with an audible impact, then stood back, clasping her hands together with glee.
"Now, then, I think I'm off to make the lives of all your superfriends a living hell! You can stop pinching those oversized nips of yours now but make sure to act like the horniest, dumbest little bimbo alive when your other owners come home! We wouldn't want anyone to think the powerful Bat-Slut was good for anything other than fucking after all."
The ifrit snapped her fingers and suddenly, like a bucket of cold water, the mind of Batgirl's old self returned. Inwardly, her blood ran ice cold at the horrifying implications of her last wish. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do everything in her power to warn everyone she could.
Instead, she just felt herself stand up, thrust out her oversized chest and giggle before loudly announcing "Oui, Mistress!"
Inara patted her condescendingly on the cheek and grinned.
"Oh, that's so good!" she purred huskily. "I can feel you in there, screaming with rage and fear! Mmmm, delicious!"
Distantly, Barbara heard the sounds of a door in the lock and suddenly found herself eagerly mincing out of the bathroom in her ridiculous black heels to greet whomever was at the door, unable to even do so much as look back at the now terrifyingly unfettered ifrit. Instead, she just heard the evil being's sultry voice echo mockingly in her ears as she fell to her knees before the living room door, her hands hefting her huge tits and her thighs as wantonly spread as possible while kneeling. She was no longer in control of her own body, truly not in control of anything any more. The alien sensation of pleasure at the thought of being so wholly dominated fought against all of her normal thoughts and desires and inwardly, she felt sick.
If she could, she would have sobbed in frustration. Instead, she just moaned and quickly undid her wet, flimsy top to present herself like a trophy.
"Well, I guess that's 'au revoir' for now, my dear, stupid little buttslut!" the voice of her tormentor cooed distantly. "Have fun servicing your owners like a simpering sex toy for the next 58 minutes while imagining just how badly I'm ruining all your friend's lives! And by have fun, I mean don't - obviously. Buh-bye, Barbie!"
Inara's wicked laughter echoed in her ears as Barbara Gordon realized, with a shudder that could easily be mistaken for eager lust, just how truly and utterly she had lost.
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