I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
"How about a riddle?"
"How about you shut the fuck up?"
"How terribly rude, Joker."
"Rude? Why run your mouth when you know we have a guest? A very willing guest." Black circles his prey, observing his property before he makes the decision to move in closer; his chest pressed against Alice's back, his fingers curling dangerously around the porcelain of her neck. "More than willing I hope." The Warden's voice is tinged wicked and sharp, hinted in smothering humor. Strumming his fingertips up and down the skin of her neck slowly; testing her.
"She looks willing. What says you, Alice? Wish to play a game?" The Harlequin of a man looms close to her face, his boots clicking sharp against the concrete of prison floor. His voice isn't as threatening as the Warden's, but his voice is laced in malicious and lascivious intent, masked in kindly tones. Alice is nervous, and she presents herself as so; eyes averting to the floor, watching the shoes of both of the men that surround her. "I do hope for an answer, dearest Alice." Her lips thin under the man's demand; his fingers threaten as well, slowly raking them up the bare of her arms equally.
"To an extent." The Foreigner politely mutters, testing the waters on how far they'll push her this time. "Depends upon the game." Her eyes slowly linger back up to the Jester, boring the matching attire of Warden Attire; uniforms pressed and fine, draped in musk and hinted in crimson. They've killed recently, but Alice doesn't criticize this time, nor does she questions the occasion.
"Interested? See, Joker, I told you she'd be interested in our riddle." Alice feels encaged, like she's been swept away by a strong current. She can't breathe over the close-proximity of their bodies; fingers looming, lips brushing by sensitive flesh. She tries her best not to gasp. She tries her best not to, metaphorically, let the shark hint a taste of fear that ravishes her insides; fear and morbid desire.
"Well, I'm not. Bastard." The Warden murmurs against her skin. Black is impulsive and not as patient as his counterpart. The flat of his tongue brushes up the arch of her neck, his hand on her neck holds her in place. And once he reaches the top, he nips several times, sliding his tongue back down her skin; enjoying the sensation of her tensing up and to release by his mute command. A single, hazed, crimson eye studies his work, calmly running his fingertips up and down her neck again. "And I don't mind having fun without you. The less of you, the more the better." He harshly directed his insult to his lookalike.
"That wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do, Joker. Our Alice is precious. Is she not?" Finally, the clown leans forward. His lips brush against the thin of her lips and she could practically taste something sweet and coppery, weirdly, it was something that she expected. It started with a peck, easing gently, she could feel his eerily placed smile against her lips. Then his lips moved against hers harder, more demanding than his original intention. Alice would gasp, but The Ringmaster would ignore her plea for oxygen; he held her in place by roughly snatching at her dainty chin with his spider-long fingers.
"Gentleman? Tch, bastard would kill her if I left her alone with you." The Warden suggested approvingly as Alice tried to back away, only brushing closer to his torso and to his abrupt need. "Though," The man's expression was painted sadistic, his voice chiming a cynical chuckle, deep and hollow, "I'd like to show her something precious."
"Always with the jokes, Joker." White teased, grinning hard when he pulls his face away from Alice's. The Ringmaster's fingers dances across the fabric of her apron, snaking the touch around her waist to make contact with her bow that's located on the lower region of her back, pulling the fabric loose. "I'd never harm dear Alice. She's been with us far too long to even consider the deed of – execution."
Alice desperately runs the situation through her head, fingers curling into the man's clothes that stood in front of her, while leaning her weight against the man behind her. Oddly – they were the same entity, if she wanted to conclude the technicality of their relationship. Grimly, even if they frightened her, she adored them. Completely infatuated with their existence; brightly colored and silver-tongued words. But fear was always brought into the equation.
"Alice?" She feels a hand brush against the hollow of her cheek, snapping her out of her rambling mind. "Are you paying attention?" White's smile is bright and boisterous, leaning in again to brush his forehead against hers affectingly.
"Yeah." Alice rasped out, arms finally dawning to wrap around the man's neck before her. The other Joker, Black, made use to the separation by untying the rest of her dress; his arms wrap around to her front, pushing his counterpart eagerly away so that his skilled fingers could swiftly run down the buttons of her one-piece. Once the dress finally falls to the ground and pools around her feet, Black is the first to tease; he'd manipulate the moment, his hands pressing her clothed breast together, breathing calmly into the shell of her ear, biting her lower lope.
White's hands slip down the edges of her outer thighs, thumbs hooking into the elastic of her panties. He'd slowly slip them down her legs, discarding the thin material with the rest of her clothing. Alice has been in this situation multiple times – but the situation is different. She was with White or Black, but never at the same time. The notion seemed enlightening, the idea also seemed taboo and degrading. Still, she didn't fight the new sensation of eagerness that burned in the lower depths of her gut, nervously plucking at the uniform fabric of her partner's; she was aroused by the idea, and that seemed intoxicating enough.
"This seems much better." Black comments. His clothed pelvis flushed against the lower dip of her back, fingers calling back around so he could unhook her bra. "Admirably so, Joker." White agrees; helping move down the straps of her bra once Black unhooked the restraint; he, too, also indulged in the sensation of pressing close to her front, brushing his own excitement against the flat of her stomach.
While the men fondled her body, her hands slid down the arms of White's. She'd keep her mind preoccupied while staring at his broad chest. Her breathing hitched, velvet kissing the sides of her face, growing more aware of the warmth that wrapped her. The Ringmaster was leaning in, his lips brushing by her lips lovingly, letting her slowly accept his presence. She returned his kiss hungrily, fingers leaving his arms and diving into the lush of red hair, knocking off the silly office's hat that once sat proudly upon his mess of crimson. Black took the privilege of loosely sinking his teeth into the lower section of her elegant-curved neck, tongue brushing by the sensitive area from his possessive mistreatments. Once Alice finished giving White her attention, she'd tilt her head to the side to accept Black's lips; he seized her immediately, wanting to taste the bottom of her lip with the flick of his sharp, honeyed tongue.
Before Alice could realize, both men had pushed her to her knees. White rubbed the side of her face with the swipe of his thumb, and Black roused her blonde tresses with his palm. They waited; waiting for Alice to move on with her betraying mind. First, she unbuckled Blacks pants, partly pushing down his pants to free him and then she'd mirror her work on White's trousers. The men seemed to bicker on who she would care for first, leaving White to be the first to gain access to her mouth; still, Black demand just as much care. Patient boys make jealous men.
Alice leaned onto her knees so she could have a better reach, her hair pulled back by Black's hand while her tongue brushed contact with the tip of White's cock; her velvety, smooth tongue slid by his slit and he'd contently sigh by the brief satisfaction. She kissed the tip as she parted her mouth slightly and slowly engulfed him inch by inch into her warm, slicken mouth. "Hm." White hummed approvingly, slowly trailing his thumb down her jawline, briefly mapping out her course. Enjoying the languid movement Alice set herself up for.
"Come on," Black growled, pulling her off of White's member with a wet pop, "You can't forget about me." Alice frowned from the abrupt change, and White cringed over the loss; his crimson eye did not miss the salvia that connected from her mouth, and lost contact when she resulted to his counterpart. "Damn." The Warden muttered, feeling sudden relief once her lips slid from the bottom to the top of his shaft. He kept his fingers tangled into her mess of blonde, slowly guiding her up and down over him, feeling the walls of her mouth brush against him as she went down on him.
"Don't be shy to use your hand, princess." Black commented, and Alice complied. Her fingers curled about the part that her mouth couldn't reach, gagging when the man deemed it spontaneous to force himself deeper into her mouth. He'd grunt while listening to the lovely slurping sounds her mouth made when her saliva drenched him; her tongue lapped about the head when he gave way to pre-cum.
"I'd like to exchange the same advice, dear Alice." White noted, inhaling deeply when she accepted the recommendation. While she sucked Black, her hand ran up and down White's languidly. Then she'd flip the roles with her going back down on White while she stroked Black. It bothered both the men when she moved with leisure, teasing them to her own accord and concurring her own revenge. Even White had to grab the back of her head to speed up the process; tilting his head down to be revealed with one of the most appealing sights; Alice stared back up at the men through her lashes, a sultry expression lathered her composer. She watched them both, observing their expressions to see if she was doing a good job or not.
She switched again; back to stoking White, her hand running over him smoothly. Back to pleasuring Black who was mildly loosing himself, biting his bottom lip when Alice tightened her pouty lips and bobbed her head faster; she secured his throbbing phallus, daunting him when her tongue ran across him. "You're not giving me a damn break today, huh?" He let out a small groan that mixed in with a chuckle.
Black was the first to pull back, feeling the toll on his body rush up on him, but quickly ceased when he pulled her mouth off of him. "Bastard, take your jacket off. We gotta return the favor to our Miss." Alice still sat before the men, leaning on to her knees, curiously watching both of the Jokers remove the jacket from their uniform. Black laid out his jacket on the concrete floor, then White followed him by laying out his. "Lay down, Alice."
Alice tilted her head inquisitively, but was quick to follow order. She laid out on top of their jackets, still feeling the dull warmth that lingered off the articles of their clothing. Pleasantly so, she faintly grinned over the idea of them laying something out for her so she didn't have to feel the cold concrete press against her bare back, even more thankful when they drew near to her bare form, blanketing her with their still clothed bodies. "And what does the Miss wish as contribution for being so good and following orders?" It was White who'd break the tension, leaning in calmly and kissing her fondly, licking at the sweet salvia that draped innocently against her bottom lip; his hands began their travels, massaging over her globes of flesh, listening to every shuttered pant she graced him with.
"I can think of something as payback." Black contributed, voice dropping an octave and already making work to spread her legs out before him. Taking his rightful place within the middle of her thighs, resting her legs against the tops of his thighs. Black overshadowed his prize, gentle fingertips brushing over the flat of her stomach from an unmerciful hand, trailing over the tops of her thighs. Alice's muscles twitched, but her upper section is dominated by White holding her down.
"I- I" Alice stuttered.
"I- I. What?" Black mocked, staring up at her when he moved closer to run the tip of his tongue over the lower section of her stomach, grinning evilly when he felt her react by twisting in White's hands. His tongue trailed down her right thigh, moving out so he could lift her lower section up; his hands balanced her from under her knees. He begins with subtle nips on the inside of her thighs, testing out both sides to balance out her reaction and tensing body.
"Wha-"She squirms, but White pins her down with his chest, her fingers fist into the fabric of his undershirt frantically. She shamefully mews when Black invades her privacy with the thick flat of his tongue, sliding slowly down her slit and squeezing her thighs with his large hands. Alice whines deep, but her voice is swallowed by White's lips over hers; he's kissing her hard, demanding for her to open her mouth.
Black opens her up with his tongue, tasting her deeply when he shoves his tongue roughly into her. Alice's instincts kick in and she desperately tries to push her thighs together, but Black would have none of that as he pins her legs down; diving deeper and licking over the bud that makes her call out the most. This gives White the advantage to shove his tongue into her mouth, playfully tangling hers with his; his hands still fondle her breast, pinching her hardened buds. "I – can't." She pants, "I can't." She repeats against White's lips, but both the men purposely ignore her, drowning her voice out in pleasing her.
"Hush. You've done this plenty with us." Black equipped her with a baleful eye, demanding and hungry. As punishment for talking back, Black slips in two digits, stretching her and testing out the environment while he spoke up at her. His single orb is flooded in aspiration, his lips curve into a cocky smirk while he watches her reactions under his hand.
"How does she taste?" White leans up, but pins Alice's shoulders down with the flats of his palms. The Ringmaster is excited, enthralled to have his lover quivering underneath him. His tone is beautiful, dripping with absolute fascination and mirth. Black is still pumping his fingers in and out of her like a piston, rubbing against her walls while his thumb circled her citreous; separating his fingers once or twice inside of her just so he could feel her tightness.
"Why not taste for yourself?" The men quickly switched positions; Black holding Alice's shoulders down, while White held down her thighs. Zealously, White dipped his head down to swipe his tongue against her opening, humming pleasantly. The vibration from his mouth caused her to squeak and her breathing to shallow suddenly.
"You are rather sweet, Miss Alice." White said, dipping his head back in for more and lapping up the moister; coating her opening with a thick layer of saliva so that he could pick up the slack from his counterpart, rubbing his fingers into the sensitive flesh. Alice's head hangs back, giving Black all the room to flutter his wet kisses down the hollow of her neck, running his tongue down the goose-bump ridden neck.
"Son of a bitch." Black whispered harshly, already knowing that White planned to take Alice before him.
"What's wrong, Joker?" The man's tongue clicked, straightening his form and positioning himself above Alice. He smiled hard, knowing the advantage of his position. Lovingly, both of his hands stroked up her hips; teasing her entrance with his erection.
"You know exactly." His tone deepened, trembling against Alice's neck. Her hand rose to stroke the side of his face and his expression faltered back to his stoic appearance. She'd inclind slightly to capture his thinned lips, settling her back into kissing him passionately, concluding his frustration sensually.
"Want me to take you in my mouth again?" She's become bold, increasingly so, during the entire foreplay. And her lips brush back against his mouth, whispering softly against his skin, "Just take turns. Please?" She sighs against his lips when she feels White threatening to impale her, rubbing his shaft against her entrance for a form of lubrication.
Grumbling, Black positions himself back on his knees and Alice props herself on her elbows. Her mouth opens for Black, his hand finds the back of her head again and he guides himself into her mouth; he'd thrust slowly into her slicken mouth again, enjoying the feel of her tongue brushing by the underside of his dick. Closing his eyes, he concentrates on the low hums she supplied him with. The Warden repeated the process of pushing in and out of her mouth, sometimes pushing a little too hard so he could feel the back of her throat; she didn't mind.
White slowly slid into her, his head hanging slightly when her walls surrounded him tightly. His mouth hung open, feeling rather dry. "Damn –"The Jester breathed out, filling her inch by inch. He was captivated by how her muscles contracted around him, and had to settle himself before carrying on. Once he's filled her and stretched her to the hilt, he smiles over how she loses contact with Black briefly to moan pleasantly.
White began his movements of thrusting into her well lubricated sex, mesmerized by the rise of her chest when he'd pull out of her halfway to only shove back into her fully; her breast bounced against his movements, her legs sliding up against his sides so that she could pull him closer to hers, her back arched and basked in the attention.
Black shoved himself halfway into her mouth, staring down at her with that single hue, watching the way her face twisted in a disarray of emotions. Even he had to admit to the way his breaths hitched when her mouth vibrated, or the way that she always returned his look – and he'd have to admit to himself again that he'd found it the most beautiful look.
White lowly moaned from over her, propping his way into her. His movements weren't as gentle as before and has become greedier over the length of time. "Don't you dare release in her – I haven't gotten my share." Black warned, daring not to look at his counterpart who stuffed Alice fully and only kept his fixation on the woman before him.
"Huh?" White's head snapped up, numbly nodding off, "Sure. Whatever." His fingers curled dangerously into her hips, and Alice jerked against his touch. Her walls clenched around him and she unraveled into her first orgasm, leaving White to quickly pull from her desperately. Once he had the opportunity of pulling out, he had to give himself a few strokes over her body to finish off on the fine plain of her stomach.
Before Alice could relax and shift into the afterglow, Black pulled from her mouth and was already on top of her. Quickly seizing her limp frame and delving into her insatiable insides. He gave no moment's rest, nor a second thought to slowly concur her. His rapture was thick and unforgiving, pounding his being into her. Alice tries her best to keep up, her fingertips curling painfully into the sides of his shoulders. His face is plastered unfazed, that single, crimson orb ravishing his prize.
Her head hangs back and grants him permission to possessively nip at her sensitive flesh. And once everything is said and done he finally releases his own load into her. Feeling his warmth seep into her. "You also promised you were not going to cum in her either." White acknowledged, and Black shrugged off his comment by leaning over Alice's frame and kissing her.
"Too late for promises, huh?" Black smirked.
Both men fixed their trousers, and straighten out their uniforms. Once they've finished, Black leaned over to drape his uniform jacket over Alice, picking her up.
The men left with Alice in tow.
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I'm not an English Major, so I barely reread my work. This was more out of practice. Something I wrote out of boredom. There is no story to it, nor a motive. Just smut. Eh. Sorry if it was – mediocre. When I have the time I'll reread it. Sorry.