Batgirl (Barbara Gordon)

Barbara Gordon had seen a lot of weird stuff in her career as Batgirl but she wasn't prepared for what was about to happen that dark Summer evening in Gotham City.

Using a parabolic microphone, she was listening carefully as The Penguin bragged to a half dozen thugs in the upper penthouse above his supposedly legitimate nightclub, The Iceberg Lounge. A recent dockside robbery could have been anyone but she suspected Oswald Cobblepot was behind it, given the description of the thugs matched some of those in his employ.

"To think, these ancient artifacts were simply to be studied and kept in cases by those musty academics at Gotham University when they could go for so much more on the black market! For professors, they're not very bright about lining their own pockets!"

Batgirl smiled. It wasn't an admission that would hold up in court but if she burst in and subdued him and his thugs, they'd be tied up long enough for her father and the GCPD to swoop in and get him for possession of stolen property, if not outright **** and larceny. She quickly threw out an anonymous tip to the cops and readied her grappling hook for action.

"You there! Grab that crowbar and open up these crates! I simply cannot wait to see what surprises are in store for me!"

Batgirl took that as her cue, swinging in and crashing through a window into the penthouse, landing in a perfect crouch and tossing out twin batarangs to knock out two of Penguin's thugs before they knew what hit them.

"Surprise!" she sneered at a shocked Penguin with a grin on her face.

"Don't just stand there! Get her!" Penguin bellowed as he turned to run and leave the fight to his thugs. She quickly tossed a bolo at him, entangling his legs and causing him to fall the floor face first with a satisfying crack.

"Not so fast, Penguin, you're not- whoa!" she cried out as one of the thugs tried to land a punch and she dodged out of the way.

Batgirl quickly turned her attention to the two remaining thugs, a skinny ratfaced guy with a knife and a huge, muscular thug nearly twice her size. She grimaced.

"Rhino. I thought you only worked for Scarface?"

"Guy's gotta eat." the huge man grunted.

The skinny guy tried to knife her from behind while she spoke to Rhino but this wasn't her first night on the job. She nimbly twisted up his arm in her cap and sent him flying with a judo toss into some of the boxes. He groaned and went flat but seconds later, she had to dodge Rhino's huge, meaty fist.

She danced out of the way, barely, and landed a punch of her own to his jaw.

"How about a knuckle sandwich?"

Rhino's head rocked back but only slightly. He grunted in annoyance, wiped his mouth and smiled as he reared back a fist. Barbara sighed inwardly and reached into her utility belt as he punched back. She ducked and his blow went harmlessly through the side of one of the stacked crates, straw and debris spilling out of the broken container in his wake.

"OK, you asked for this." she growled, as she whipped out a taser and jabbed into the big man's ribs.

Rhino screamed and went into spasms as she pumped electricity into his veins for several seconds, until eventually the device ran out of juice. With a loud groan, his huge frame went limp and he went crashing into the stack of crates, sending them flying.

As they fell, a strange lamp skittered out and fell to land at Batgirl's feet. She reached down to make sure the ancient artifact wasn't broken, fingers grazing it, but suddenly heard the sound of a gun cocking.

Penguin had rolled over and was pointing an umbrella at her, twisting the handle, blood gushing from his mouth from where he'd landed face first.

"You redheaded bitch! You'll pay for meddling in my business!"

Barbara grabbed the artifact at her feet without thinking and had barely time to leap out the nearby window onto the fire escape before Penguin riddled the space she'd just been with bullets from his machine gun umbrella. Her fingers rubbed against the lamp without her noticing as quickly put it down and reached onto her belt to grab a smoke bomb. She was waiting for Penguin's umbrella to run out of bullets and throw in the smoke bomb when suddenly, dark purple smoke began to issue forth from the lamp at her feet.

"No way." she whispered, stunned as smoke billowed out of the lamp and began to take human form. "A genie?"

In a matter of seconds, the purple smoke coalesced into the form of an improbably proportioned Ararbic girl with long dark hair and glittering purple eyes. Her voluptuous body was covered in thin purple silks that accentuated her near nudity rather than hid it, an outfit that made Starfire look modest. She looked like a stripper or porn star playing up the "harem girl" cliche - if she hadn't just seen her form herself out of smoke, Barbara would have thought the woman was late for her shift at the Candy Cane strip club.

"Actually, I'm an Ifrit." she purred in a throaty, sensual voice with a wicked smile on her face. "Don't feel bad, it's a common mistake. I-"

The sound of gunfire interrupted the genie- no, ifrit, Barbara thought - and she held up a finger.

"Sorry, hold that thought!"

Batgirl threw the smoke bomb into the penthouse and was rewarded by the sounds of coughing and sputtering rage as Cobblepot lost his ability to see and began firing wildly. She flicked a button on her cowl and suddenly saw the world in thermal imaging, noting briefly that the ifrit showed up as pure red heat in a hourglass silhouette.

"Wait right here for me, OK? And to be clear, that was definitely NOT a wish!"

The ifrit just shrugged her slender shoulders, making her large breasts sway, then turned to examine the Gotham City skyline excitedly.

It took less than a minute to sneak through the smoke and deliver one final punch to knock Penguin out and disarm him. In the distance, she heard police sirens and sighed with relief. She collected her batarangs and quickly jumped back out onto the fire escape.

"OK, sorry about that! I didn't mean to summon you, it's kind of a long story-"

The ifrit waved to cut her off with a smirk.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Barbara! Oh, that's right, you prefer to be called "Batgirl" when you're dressed like this, don't you?"

Barbara's eyes widened.

"How did you-"

"Oh, anything you know, I know, especially something as trivial as your name! It's part of the summoning. Gods, this city of yours is amazing! So much has changed in the centuries since I've been away!"

The ifrit smiled widely as she leaned behind Batgirl to see the remains of the fight.

"Such ****! How fun! I'm much more partial to Lust than Wrath but I don't- what's this new word I see in your mind? - kinkshame anyone. If you get off beating up men, then so be it."

Batgirl frowned.

"What? Ew! I don't do this because I "get off" on it! I- look, we should have this conversation elsewhere, the police are on their way! What should I call you?"

The ifrit bowed with a smirk, showing off a canyon of cleavage.

"My name is Inara and I'll magically follow you anywhere you go."

Something about the way she said it felt more like a threat than a promise but Barbara scowled, grabbed the lamp and shot her grappling hook out back across the street. True to her word, Inara simply vanished in a puff of purple smoke and reappeared next to her as she landed on the nearby rooftop.

"What a colorful life you lead, Batgirl! I must say, I'm excited to play around with you in this wonderful world you live in and this beautiful city of yours!"

"Uh, that's . . . did you say play around?"

"Oh, yes, I should explain." Inara said with a smile. "I'm not a genie, as I've said . . . ah, but would you prefer I get into the details here and now or should we retire to your apartment?"

Barbara scowled slightly before answering. Something about the ifrit's expression still read as sinister to her.

"Just so we're clear, I'm not wishing to be back at my apartment, or making any wishes at all for that matter. In fact, unless I specifically use the phrase "Inara, I specifically wish" before speaking you don't get to construe anything I say as some sort of wish - got it?"

Inara just laughed.

"Oh, you are a clever one, aren't you? This is going to be so much fun! I so rarely get a challenge. Certainly, Barbara, I've "got it" as you say. I only grant wishes you make if you use the phrase "Inara, I specifically wish" to preface them! You get 7, by the way, and I just can't wait to see you use them all."

"OK, super. Just be quiet and follow me."

"Not to worry, I don't have a choice in that matter - I'll have to follow you around like a lost puppy until you are either dead or use all 7 wishes up. As for the "be quiet" part, well, I'm not your **** girl - much as the outfit tends to give those who summon me that impression."

"Uh-huh." Barbara said with a sigh. "Well, then, for both our sakes, can you at least change your outfit then into something a little less . . . harem girl-esque?"

"Sure! Like this?"

In an instant, the ifirt's clothes misted into smoke and reformed around her body to create a pornographic parody of Barbara's own uniform. Instead of a bat signal, a cutout window displayed a massive amount of cleavage, the ifrit's much larger bust threatening to spill out of a tight leather top that only came to above her navel. The purple pants were now skintight purple leather hot pants that left almost her huge, round ass exposed and the yellow and black cape was just a see-through bit of gossamer lace that floated in the breeze. She wore sky-high yellow heels instead of sensible boots and her long gloves were also made of purple lace. A yellow belt hung fell around her wide hips but the only thing it shared with her own was a pair of handcuffs, the other pockets clearly holding nothing but sex toys, lube, condoms and the like with a whip instead of a grappling hook. The only thing that was still the same as Barbara's own outfit was the cowl, but Inara's long curly dark tresses billowed out from underneath instead of Barbara's red locks and her purple eyes looked out at her with undisguised amusement.

"That is very much not what I meant." Barbara responded flatly.

"Oh, come now! If you can't handle a little light teasing, I can only imagine how you'll deal with things to come!"

"And what exactly is to- wait, never mind, not here."

Trusting that what the mystical being had said so far was the truth, Batgirl grapple hooked her way back across the city to the apartment she shared with her roommate Alyssa, sneaking in quietly through the window facing an alley. She closed the window quietly and turned around only to gasp slightly as she saw Inara appear a foot from her face, still wearing the stripper version of her Batgirl outfit as they stood in her bedroom.

"OK, talk." Barbara said with a frown. "What's the deal with ifrits and you and I in particular?"

Inara ignored her, flitting about the room and looking at various photos on her nightstand and dressers.

"Oh, would this be your father James? I rather like his mustache, I bet it tickles when he-"

Barbara snapped her fingers in annoyance.

"Hey! Focus on me, we're not talking about my family, OK?"

Inara sighed and rolled her eyes before turning to face her.

"All right, Barbara, you have my full attention. In answer to your question, we ifrits are designed to spread sin throughout the world. We grant the people who summon us seven wishes, provided those wishes are sinful in nature or cause others to sin. I, in particular, am renowned for my artistry and creativity in the field of Lust, as you might have guessed."

Barbara frowned in disgust at her.

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm not going to be making any wishes that are "sinful" any time soon."

"Oh, you all say that at first." Inara said with a throaty chuckle. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you come around eventually."

Barbara's frown deepened.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Inara grinned at her in a distinctly predatory fashion.

"Here's the other fun thing about us ifrits - if somebody summons us but refuses to make the required seven wishes, we get to inflict one penalty every night you insist on refusing to indulge your darker urges."

"What sort of penalty?" Barbara asked cautiously, thinking how she probably should have taken this back to the Batcave instead of her own apartment.

Before Inara could answer, sounds came from outside Barbara's bedroom. Her roommate Alyssa was coming home from the sound of it.

"Hey, Babs, are you home?" her roommate called out.

Inara winked at her.

"Oh, don't worry - you're the only one who can see or hear me, Barbara. Of course, you should probably change clothes first so your roommate doesn't realize you're Batgirl, yes?"

"Ah, I was just about to take a shower and then go to bed! Have a good night!" Barbara shouted as she cracked open the door slightly and then shut it again.

"OK, you too!" Alyssa yelled in response. "See you in the morning!"

Barbara grimaced as she shut her door and locked it.

"Come now, Barbara, you can always do this the easy way! There's so many terrible people in this town, people you hate! While I don't kill - that's far too boring - I could easily do anything else you want, so long as it results in some sort of harmless little sin! Think of it like this - just one wish and you'd be helping people! That's your thing, isn't it helping people? The reason you're dressed like this?"

"You'll find I don't get distracted easily, Inara. What sort of penalties are you talking about?"

Inara smirked at her.

"Well, what's the phrase - 'dealer's choice?' Personally, I'm prone to helping those who summon me "loosen up" - I can see your most secret, sinful desires after all, why not make those wishes come true? Eventually, you'll become so corrupted by your own secret lusts, you'll give in and make those seven wishes just to get yourself off."

Barbara Gordon crossed her arms and looked at her with a stern expression.

"You're not going to win. I know several powerful magic users and they'll be able to help me get rid of you without giving in to your sick desires, well before you corrupt me or whatever you've got planned."

Inara put a hand to her forehead and gave an expression of mock terror.

"Oh, no! Whatever will I do? Oh, right, your first penalty!"

Inara snapped her fingers and Barbara felt a strangle tingle all over her body.

"What did you just do to me?"

Inara smiled evilly at her, her full lips curled into a sneer.

"Why don't you call one of those "powerful magic user" friends of yours and find out?"

Barbara's eyes narrowed but she went to her phone and began to text Zatanna . . . only for her fingers to disobey her and begin texting Nightwing instead.

She sputtered in frustration as her fingers began texting words without her control, trying to stop herself and failing.

"At my apartment and really, really lonely. Can you come over and keep me company for the night? ;)"

She glared furiously at Inara.

"What the hell is this?" she snarled.

"Oh, that? That's my first penalty. Whenever you try to tell anybody about me, I get to make you do anything sexual I want until I feel like stopping!"

Batgirl gritted her teeth and tossed the phone away onto her bed.

"Nice try, but one lame almost sext isn't anything. You can't make me- wait, what am I-"

Barbara found herself undressing herself, her body tingling as she quickly stripped down - first out of her Batgirl uniform and then out of her plain white bra and panties. Her hands stopped finally, leaving just her mask on . . . then reached for her phone again, turning on the camera function and setting a timer as it sat on her dresser and faced her bed.

She lay down on the bed and spread her pale legs lewdly, showing off her redheaded pussy while arching her hips and back against her sheets and pillows. Her hands moved again without her consent, lifting and cupping her pert C-cup breasts, displaying herself like a cheap slut **** for sex in nothing but her mask.

"ONE lame sext? Please! Like I'd stop there! You're going to get one of your goody two-shoes holes stuffed tonight, Barbara, trust me on that - I'll make sure of it."

"S-stop this!" Barbara hissed furiously, the strange tingling starting to intensify in her breasts and between her legs, as she felt herself getting helplessly turned on. Although inwardly, she was fighting to stop herself with all her might, it was no use. She saw her expression in the mirror change from rage into one of wanton lust, biting her lower lip as she took a deep breath and thrust out her throbbing tits. She felt her thick, pink nipples get as hard as diamonds just as she saw the phone's camera flash. "Mmmf!"

"If I were you, I'd honestly be thanking me. I could be compelling you to go masturbate in the town square, maybe fuck one of your neighbors right now or have the famous Batgirl, scourge of Gotham's underworld, sucking off the nearest thug in an alley. Instead, you get your ex-boyfriend fucking you silly. Good thing I can't resist an obvious pun. Oh, speaking of . . ."

Still feeling helplessly aroused, Barbara got back up and picked up the phone. Barbara felt sick as she stared at the photo, trembling with fury. She wasn't some exhibitionist like Stargirl or Power Girl! She'd never even taken a bikini selfie before, much less taken a picture so obviously and disgustingly lewd - every inch of her body was on display, pussy wet and nipples hard. Her red hair and pale skin stood out against the black and yellow of her mask and cape and purple bedsheets, making her nudity even more obvious, the mask doing nothing to disguise an expression of pure, wanton lust. She desperately wanted to delete it but instead her hands betrayed her again.

"Come in through the alley window, NOW. I really, REALLY need you . . . DICK" she found herself typing before sending the picture to Dick Grayson with that exact message attached before wandering over to the window, unlocking it and throwing it wide open. She stood there briefly, feeling the cool night summer air on her nearly naked body before her hands began exploring her body again against her will.

"You- you won't get away with this!" Barbara growled over her shoulder at Inara even as her traitorous fingers and hands began working her pussy and nipples expertly. "I'll- hngh- figure out a way around this and beat you, somehow!"

"Sure you will, Barbara." Inara said with a condescending snort. "Just for that . . ."

Barbara found herself walking over to the other bedroom window facing out to the street. The hand between her legs slipped out of her slick pussy and threw the curtains open, then dragged over a chair for her to stand on. Her pale skin flushed red, both from arousal and embarrassment, as now anyone walking by who looked up to her second floor window facing the street could see her there playing with herself in nothing but a mask and cape, putting on an obvious show, tits and pussy both on display.

"Now, do you want me to leave you standing there masturbating in front of the window for anyone to see until Dick gets here or would you prefer to wait on the bed?"

"You're acting like- ah! - like I get a choice?" she snapped back.

"Of course you get a choice - that's the point! You chose not to make a wish and so you got a penalty. That's on you, Barbara! But, if you ask me nicely, I might let you lie down on the bed until Dick gets here instead of showing off for the whole neighborhood."

Barbara startled as she saw one of her neighbors across the street come out of the building to walk their dog. It was Mr. Carrington, a creepy old man who always leered at her whenever she was jogging. God only knows what he'd do if he saw her at the window like this!

Through gritted teeth, Barbara spat out the words.

"Fine! Inara, may I PLEASE lay down on the bed until Dick gets here?"

Inara laughed.

"No. But, since you did ask so very nicely, I won't endanger your precious secret identity."

Barbara's hands suddenly whipped away from her snatch and tits just long enough to toss off her cowl and cape onto the floor . . . just before Mr. Carrington moved into perfect view across the street. At that point, she found herself redoubling her efforts, pulling on one of her hard pink nipples and sliding two fingers into her pussy.

"You goddamn bitch!" she half-groaned, half-shouted.

"Now, Barbara, what language! That wasn't nice at all! But if you're wanting to shout obscenities, well, I'm always happy to help you with that. This little penalty gives me a ton of leeway after all . . ."

Mr. Carrington stopped to let his dog piss against a tree and looked up at Barbara, framed in the light of her bedroom and standing in front of the window masturbating, the dropped the dog's leash in shock.

"DICK! I NEED DIIIIICK!" Barbara heard and felt herself bellow, loud enough that people could hear her through the window, hands going into a frenzy. "I NEED DICK! I NEED DICK SO BAAAAAD!"

Mr. Carrington's face broke out into a stunned leer and he dug into his pants pocket, taking out his phone. Barbara realized after a few moments that he wasn't just taking pictures, he was recording her! A second hand unzipped his pants and he slid it in to masturbate.

She frantically tried to think of how to get help - maybe her roommate, Alyssa? Inara said she couldn't tell anyone about her but at least maybe she could tell her to come in her and help her stop playing with herself in front of the goddamn window!

"Uh, Barbara? You, uh, you OK in there?"

Batgirl decided it was worth the risk to preserve Barbara Gordon's dignity. She turned her ahead away from Mr. Carrington's lustful gaze and began to yell at the wall she shared with her roommate.

"Alyssa! I'm sorry! I just-"

Inara walked up and touched her lips, making them tingle, and Barbara's words changed mid-sentence.

"-NEED DICK SO BAD! I GOT MY BOYFRIEND COMING OVER AND HE'S GONNA FUCK ME SO GOOD! I JUST CAN'T WAIT FOR MY BIG HARD DICK!"

". . . uh, wow, Barbara. That's . . . WOW. OK, fine. I can hear you loud and clear. Really loud, jeez. This is certainly a new side of you. Just, uh, keep it down, please?"

Barbara opened her mouth to apologize but instead more perverted shouting issued forth.

"OK, I'LL TRY BUT IT'S GONNA BE SOOOO HARD! HE'S SO GODDAMN SEXY! HE'S GOT, MMMM, ROCK HARD ABS, A PERFECT BUBBLE BUTT AND JUST A HUGE, THICK DICK! I'M GONNA CUM SO HARD SO MANY TIMES WHEN HE FUCKS ME WITH THAT PERFECT COCK OF HIS! MY HOT LITTLE PUSSY NEEDS DICK SO BAD!"

Alyssa sighed so loudly she could hear it through the wall.

". . . Riiiiight. Well, I'm putting on my noise-cancelling headphones for the night. Make sure to use protection, I guess." she said frostily. "Good night, Barbara."

Utterly mortified, Barbara tried to apologize, realizing just a second too late that more filth would issue out of her mouth.

"GOOD NIGHT, ALYSSA! SORRY AGAIN, BUT I'M GONNA KEEP PLAYING WITH MYSELF UNTIL I GET THAT HOT DICK! HE LIKES MY PUSSY TO ALREADY BE NICE AND HOT AND WET WHEN HE FUCKS ME WITH HIS HUGE DICK!"

"Oh, my God! Just- GOOD NIGHT ALREADY, BARBARA!" she heard Alyssa say in obvious disgust before turning up some music very, very loudly.

Barbara turned to look out the window again only to see her old man neighbor wink at her, one hand still filming her and the other down his pants. To her horror, Barbara felt herself wink back and grin lewdly.

Inara laughed and laughed as she saw Barbara's expression, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, we are going to have SO much fun together!" the ifrit said with a squeal of delight.