Barbara gets backed into a corner and makes her first wish, with unexpected results

Inara reclined in the passenger seat and stretched out her long legs, resting them on the dash of the Batsub as Barbara furiously piloted it towards the docks closest to Gotham General Hospital. With a hiss of annoyance, Batgirl reached over and swatted her legs back down so she could better see the controls.

"Rude! Impressive that, even in the throes of an uncontrollable sexual obsession, you're still an uptight little bitch." Inara sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Sh- shut up!" Batgirl hissed, trying to calm herself down or think of anything but eating Renee Montoya's pussy, then failing. She licked her oversized new lips and moaned at the pleasant sensation before refocusing on the controls. She saw a red light start to flash, indicating that someone was trying to override the controls remotely, most likely Alfred and Doctor Mid-Nite. She wiped the sweat from her eyes and groaned out a voice command.

"D- disengage remote controls! Authorization code Delta Charlie 3 5 9!"

The red light stopped flashing, for now at least. She knew that the two men would likely try again to wrest control of the sub from her soon, likely after getting new codes or instructions on how to **** the sub to stop remotely from Bruce himself. All of this meant that she didn't have much time. She reached up and grabbed a scuba device from the ceiling, letting out a muffled cry of pleasure as she stuck the breathing device between her new pillowy lips. Even with shaky hands, pussy absolutely throbbing with need, she was able to program in a course for the sub under auto pilot and hide the fact that she was about to jettison herself into the water above.

Inara raised a **** eyebrow, impressed.

"I take it back! You being an uptight little bitch is actually pretty useful, it seems."

Barbara didn't respond, just prepared herself to dive out into the waters of Gotham Bay, distantly hoping the icy water would stop this unquenchable need between her legs. Inara sighed and shook her head.

"Ugh, SO many extra steps! You DO realize that you could just say "Inara, I specifically wish to eat Renee Montoya's pussy!" and I can make it happen, right? Poof! Just like that!"

Barbara's rebreather fell out of her mouth and she panted hungrily at the thought, unconsciously kneading her tits through her costume. Eating that pussy was all she wanted, all she needed right now and all it would take was one little wish-

She slapped herself in the face - hard. Sure she wanted to go down on Montoya more than anything but she didn't need to waste a wish for that! Not when she was so close! Oh, and she thought in a disturbingly more distant fashion, because Inara was evil.

"Nuh-NO! Not gonna . . . make a wish!" she spat out as a groan before sliding the scuba gear back in her mouth and hitting the button that would let her swim out into the bay.

Inara's voice continued like a whisper, the ifrit's breath warm and intimate in her ear despite being covered in ice cold water.

"Suit yourself! You know, I actually admire your fortitude, Barbie! I mean, it's incredibly annoying, just like the rest of you, but still - impressive!"

Barbara just gritted her teeth and swam up, gasping as she surfaced at the docks near the hospital. Inara politely offered her a hand up to a nearby ladder and she pointedly ignored her, using a batarang instead to swing herself up. She shrugged.

"Just as well, really, now that I think on it. Wouldn't be nearly as satisfying, considering how you already promised me a wish of your own free will before sunrise. Mmm, I just can't WAIT to turn it around on you and prove that you're not nearly as smart as you think you are!"

"Sh- shut the fuck up already!" she hissed in response before shaking off all the water and flipping herself up to the top of several crates, then again to a nearby crane. Her knees were weak with arousal, her entire body now screaming for release, and she nearly missed when she fired a batarang again to swing onto the nearby rooftops. She moaned, knowing that she just had to get to Renee and eat that possible as soon as possible, she just HAD to! She whipped a kick out at Inara in frustration, growling, before running as fast as she could to jump across another rooftop. Inara just laughed and teleported out of the way.

"Oh, fine! I'll just go check on that delectable Dick of yours and see if he's doing anything - or ANYONE - interesting. Have fun showing me just how smart, brave and capable you are by eating that cop's pussy, my dumb little buttslut!

Barbara didn't even really pay attention to what she was saying because her goal was now right in front of her. Gotham General Hospital's glowing sign glittered against the Gotham skyline just a few short jumps away. She let out a long moan and launched herself onto a nearby gargoyle, whipping out an electronic device akin to a cell phone to review the hospital's records and figure out just what room Renee was in. Annoyed, she noticed additional tracking devices were still being used, this time in the very device she'd opened up. A voice came crackling through.

"Batgirl, please, listen to me! Whatever you're feeling or wanting, we can help! Just tell us where you are and we'll-"

She ignored it and bit her lip, groaning with pleasure at the sensation, imagining them against a pair of hot pussy lips before muting the device. In minutes she had Renee's hospital room number - Room 475. With a triumphant growl of lust, she chucked the communicator into a dumpster in the alleyway below before making her way to the hospital itself, landing nimbly on the edge of the 4th floor ledge. She was so close. So wet! God she needed her so bad!

Even addled as she was, it didn't take long for her to circle around the ledge of the building and soundlessly open the window to Renee Montoya's hospital room. The Latina policewoman was lying in a hospital bed, long dark curly hair resting against a pillow with her eyes closed. One wrist was handcuffed to a metal railing of the bed, likely just to prevent her from embarrassing herself due to another hormonal surge.

She wore only a thin hospital gown that strained to contain what appeared to be a truly enormous set of breasts that rose and fell as she snored, totally out of proportion to her slim frame and with thick plug-like nipples making indents against the fabric. A thin blanket was tangled around her waist and legs where Barbara felt her eyes lock on, licking her lips again and moaning. A warm Gotham breeze blew in behind Barbara as she made her way into the room - perhaps it was this or her moaning and needy panting as the object of her obsession lay before her that woke Montoya up.

"What . . . Batgirl?" Renee said blinking groggily as she slowly woke up. Her eyes looked a bit red from crying as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and frowned at her. "What are you doing here?"

It took everything Barbara had to not just tear off the blanket and bury her face between the other woman's legs. Trembling she **** out some words as an eager, needy whisper, painfully aware that she could draw the attention of any nurses or guards outside and ruin her chances in an instant.

"Mmmm, Montoya, I got dosed too, just like you! Now I- I need to eat your pussy! Pleeaaase!"

Renee scoffed scornfully.

"Dosed just like me? Bitch, I don't see a pair of fucking watermelons jutting out of your dumb fucking costume!"

Barbara stepped closer, into the faint light by the bed, moaning as she spoke and squeezing her tits and rubbing her pussy through her costume.

"It was my, mmm, LIPS, they're soooooo SENSITIVE, mmmm . . . PLEASE let me press them against your pussy, I NEED it!"

The other woman merely laughed derisively, fixing her with a glare.

"You've got to be kidding me! Some fucking POUTY LIPS and you think we're the SAME?" she snarled, voice rising with anger as she cupped her huge new breasts through the huge gown, barely able to lift even one massive new teat with both hands. "BITCH, I can barely fucking STAND UP! I look like a goddamn PORN STAR! I'm a fucking JOKE, my police career - hell, my LIFE - is RUINED!"

Distantly, alarm bells went off in Barbara's head as she remembered Doctor Mid-Nite's warnings about anger triggering the toxin's sexual obsessions.

"Pleaaase, Renee, calm down, just let me eat your, mmm, pussy-"

"Oh, fuck YOU, Batbitch!" Renee snarled as she reached out to press a button on a remote by her bedside. The redhead shot out and to try and stop her, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Let go! I'll just scream and then we'll see what you look like in a cell- a cell down . . . what . . ."

Renee's beautiful brown eyes fluttered and she moaned, the remote dropping from nerveless fingers.

"Oh, no . . . oh, fuck, it's happening agaaiiin, noooooooo, you fucking BITCH . . . made me too angry . . . mmmm . . ."

If she was in her right mind, Barbara Gordon would have felt ashamed and horrified but right now, she only had one question.

"Will you let me eat your pussy now? Please? I need it, I NEED IT!"

Renee Montoya's facial expression changed from rage to a different kind of heat as she drank in Batgirl begging to eat her pussy and started moaning. She began writhing in the bed sensually, driving Barbara crazy.

"Shouldn't let you, noooo . . . you're baaaad . . . gotta . . . gotta PUNISH you, ungh, fuuuuuck, yeah, punish your stupid ASS . . ."

"Anything you want, ANYTHING! Please, PLEASE, just let me EAT YOUR PUSSY!"

Suddenly something crystalized in the policewoman's mind. Barbara could see whatever her new sexual obsession was take root. Both woman moaned nearly in tandem as Barbara leaned down and gave her a lusty kiss - her first time kissing another woman, sliding her hand between Renee's legs. While she didn't stop Barbara from fingering her, Renee bit down on her new, fuller lower lip hard, making her cry out.

"Nuh- not HERE!" she hissed, pulling away with a snarl. "Get me back to MY PLACE, yeah, my place, you dirty little Batbitch, PUNISH you there, mmmmhhhmm . . ."

Never one to be slow on the uptake, **** or not, Batgirl immediately started to pick the lock of the handcuffs keeping Montoya stuck in her hospital bed and began tearing off all the monitors and other equipment, causing loud beeps and alarms as she did so. She knew that soon, nurses, doctors and possibly even armed guards might be bursting in and her hands shook, dropping her tools. She growled in frustration as she restarted picking the lock. Nothing was going to stop her from eating that pussy, damn it!

Inara reappeared and leaned against the door to the room casually, blocking it with her weight - at least for the moment. The door rattled and shook but didn't open, as if the ifrit weighed several hundreds of pounds more than she appeared.

"Uh-oh! Good thing I've always got an eye on you, Barbie, because it sure looks like you're gonna have to beat up some cops and nurses if you want to get her out of here safely to eat that pussy!"

She twirled around and pressed one slender finger against the door, letting it open up about a foot as people pounded on the outside.

"That is, of course, unless you just make a wish!"

Barbara groaned but, mind and body addled and racing, she couldn't see a way out that didn't involve hurting innocent people. Even if she got the handcuffs off, it had took nearly everything she had to so much as get here - God knows she couldn't likely break out Montoya and get them all the way back to her place like she was right now. Plus, even though she intellectually knew it was Inara's "toxin" making her want it, she needed to eat Montoya out more than anything!

Shaking, she took in a deep breath to try and calm herself. She tried to ignore everything and craft as safe a wish as possible on the fly, one far different and more dangerous than the ostensibly harmless one they'd originally planned on making near sunrise ("I wish that, from this moment forward, Harley Quinn's left nipple was now 5% more sensitive").

"F- fine! Inara, I specifically wish that I can engage in safe, enjoyable consensual sexual acts with anyone I want in a private fashion that doesn't hurt anyone or have any negative consequences, starting now and not retroactively!"

Inara smirked and tapped her teeth thoughtfully with her free hand, seemingly thinking it over as she held the door to the hospital room closed.

"Not bad, Barbie! OK, I can certainly work around- I mean, with that!"

She gave a surprisingly formal bow before speaking again and snapping her fingers.

"Your first wish is granted, Barbara Gordon."

Suddenly, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Renee Montoya, presumably the Latina's apartment. She didn't have very much time to take it all in before she heard the other woman let out a triumphant howl of delight and lust, yanking open a drawer in the dresser next to the bed on which they now both sat.

Renee growled as she yanked out a harness with a big, thick black double sided dildo at its center, huge new tits swaying like mad underneath her thin hospital gown as she fixed Barbara with a look that was equally furious and aroused.

"Take off your stupid fucking slut costume, NOW!"

"T- take off your clothes first- ow!"

Renee slapped her, hard. Barbara gasped in shock.

"I'M in charge, got it, Batbitch? I'm gonna, mmm, punish you - YOU gotta do what I say if you wanna eat MY pussy!"

Grimacing but nodding, Barbara got up to take off her costume, only to be shocked by some major changes. She wasn't wearing her old Batgirl uniform any more, but rather instead a pornographic parody of her old uniform that matched Inara's own!

Instead of a bat signal, a bat shaped cutout window displayed a massive amount of cleavage, Barbara's pert B-cups almost entirely exposed and threatening to pop out of a tight purple and yellow leather top that only came to above her navel. The purple pants were now skintight purple leather hot pants that left almost her entire pert, round ass exposed and the yellow and black cape was just a see-through bit of gossamer lace that floated in the breeze, leaving her full pale cheeks on display. She wore six inch thigh-high yellow vinyl hooker heels instead of sensible boots, showing off her long toned legs. Her long gloves were now fingerless and made of flimsy purple lace fishnets. A yellow belt hung fell around her wide hips but the only thing it shared with her previously pragmatic belt 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, which her long red hair tumbled out of as normal.

Inara patted her on her mostly exposed ass with a chuckle as Barbara's hands froze in shock and fury, the emotions cutting through despite how helplessly horny she was, realizing she and Inara were now dressed identically.

"Congratulations, Batslut! Now you've got honest to goodness superpowers! I promise to explain how they work if you say "Thank you for making me dress like the dumb little buttslut I am, Inara!" while on your knees before me- uh-oh! Looks like somebody doesn't want to wait!"

"I SAID, take OFF that SLUT costume!" Renee Montoya snarled, reaching over to yank off Barbara's top, fingers digging between her cleavage into the bat symbol cutout and yanking hard. The entire top came off easily with the sound of metal buttons unsnapping, along with the lacy yellow see through cape, as if deliberately made to be torn off. Barbara's perky small tits popped out, pink nipples up and hard and she gasped.

Renee's other hand reached down and tore at her hot pants, the leather material so tight it made it abundantly clear she wasn't wearing any panties beneath. Impossibly, it too just tore off like it was made of paper, taking her belt of sex toys with it, leaving her naked except for her purple mask and leg-hugging yellow hooker heels. Her pussy juices dripped down the few inches of exposed thigh above where the boots began hugging her legs like a second skin and she cried out as Renee slid her hand roughly between her legs. To her shame, she saw her red pubes had been shaved into a small heart shape.

"Yeah, you fucking WANT this, don't you, want Mistress to PUNISH you!" Renee said before kissing her.

Barbara lost herself in the kiss, the feel of the other woman's lips against her new lips and the fingers in her pussy making her whole body go weak and boneless with pleasure. She offered no resistance as the woman broke the kiss and pulled hard on her red hair, then angrily shoving her tit first onto the bed, ass in the air. Moaning weakly, Barbara turned her head over her shoulder to look behind her.

She saw the Latina yank off her hospital gown, now completely nude and covered in sweat, only to quickly follow that up by sliding on the leather harness around her hips. A smaller end of the thick black dildo easily slid into Montoya's wet pussy while a huge, thicker shaft jutted out forward.

"Gonna fuck that ASS of yours, Batbitch, gonna fuck it RAW!"

Barbara didn't even have time to cry out before the thick phallus slid between her ass cheeks with no lube, making her hands grab the bedsheets beneath her. She screamed . . . but surprisingly not in pain. The dildo felt AMAZING up her ass!

Inara snickered as she sat on the bed next to Barbara and patted her on the head condescendingly.

"Hey, you wished for all these encounters to be enjoyable, did you not? Your wish, my command, etcetera. Great job outwitting me, the genie with millennia of experience, with your oh so clever wish!"

Barbara cried out again as Renee began to get a rhythm going, the thick invader sliding in and out of her tight asshole as if it was made for it. She'd never once let anyone put anything in her ass before but it felt so incredibly good, so RIGHT!

"Ahh, AHH, AHHHH!" she began screaming. "FUCK!"

Inara laughed again, then leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Just lay back and enjoy being a hero, my dumb little buttslut! Or should I use your superhero name . . . Batslut?"