Chapter 1
It was hard to breath, the tape covering your mouth made sure of that. Then there was the fact that you had been crying, it didn't help either. You squirmed trying to loosen the tape around your hands and feet, with no luck. The mere luck that you were still alive, surprised you. From the rumors and stories you'd heard about this gang, they were ruthless and cruel.
You couldn't see any of them but you could hear them. Their voices were low and echoed across the building but you couldn't make out what they were saying. It was only mumbling to your ears. You continued to look around for a way out in the dark. The only light you could see was on in the far distance.
"That must be where they were at," you thought.
The moon was full and shining through the broken windows of the abandoned warehouse. "Of course. Surely, there would be glass some where on the floor in this crap hole." You inched your body across the floor to the closest window. You still couldn't see well, the moonlight wasn't very helpful. You managed to push yourself up, so you were sitting on your butt now. Your hands were tied behind you, so you blindly felt the floor, hoping to come across some of the glass or at least something sharp. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt something slide under your finger tips. You struggled to get the flat piece of glass off the floor and into your hand. Once you did, you quickly started to rub it against the tape, using as a makeshift knife.
You stopped suddenly as your finger started to sting. Warm liquid filled your hand, a cut on your finger was bleeding. You sucked it up, paying it no attention and continued to cut at the tape. The blood caused the piece of glass to slip out of your hand and fall to the ground. "Crap!" You screamed it in your head. You panicked only for a moment and hastily felt around for the glass.
You couldn't help but smile as your fingers found it. Picking the piece of glass up turned out to be harder this time, than before. Suddenly, you could hear voices and they seemed to appear out of nowhere. You froze. You could see that who ever they were, they had flashlights. You quickly tried to get the piece of glass back into your hands. You got lucky. Very lucky.
"What the hell." One of the men said.
"She was over here, I know it."
They rapidly shined the flashlights around, when one of them landed on you. Your eyes dilated. Right at that moment you felt the tape around your wrist break free. You kept still, not moving a muscle. Maybe, just maybe they would leave, thinking you were still securely restrained.
They walked up to you.
"Come on girlie. The boss wants to see you." He went to reach for you.
It was now or never. You waited for him to get close enough and took a swing at him. You hit him hard. He stumbled back and you went for your feet. Trying to rip the tape off. Other other man laughed as he walked up and hit you across the head. You went out like a light.
You were restrained again when you came to. Your head hurt. You squinted as you opened your eyes. You were no longer in the dark. As your eyes fully opened, you realized that your head was covered with a bag or something. It was partially see through. You could make out outlines of things in the room. You laid there, keeping very still. You were more than frightened.
You heard a laugh. It made you jump slightly. You knew that the laugh from the TV and people talked about it. The news reported on the Clown Prince of Crime often, everytime him and batman got into a rumble. But he's never been connected to this gang. Was this really The Joker? As a small time, petty crinimal yourself, someone like The Joker was a legend. He was someone to be respected and feared. Suddenly, you realized what this meant. You had tried to steal from The Joker. You were as good as dead.
You laid there and waited your fate. You could hear the two men and The Joker in the next room.
One of the goons finally walked over to you and shoved you. He was rough with you.
You moaned, "I'm awake, I'm awake."
He pulled you up, so you were sitting. You could see the outline of him through the bag. He was a big guy. Then he walked in. Your attention was immediately drawn to him. As soon as you saw his outline you knew it was The Joker. He was tall and slender. His posture was a dead give away. Your breathing became heavy with fear.
Your hair fell into your face as they pulled the bag off your head. You looked around trying to see what was going on but couldn't see enough. You moved your head, slinging your hair out of your line of sight. You cringed. The movement caused your head to throbbed. You still felt the effects from being hit and your equilibrium was off.
"Feeling dizzy, are we?" The Joker voice was chilling.
The two goons were standing in the back of the room. But The Joker, he was right in your face. A pale white face with a grin looked right at you. Your eyes were wide and you looked as scared as you really were. His hair was bright green, his lips dark red, the prestige purple suit he wore...It fit him, it all fit him well. He was just as breathtaking as everyone had said.
You watched as one of the men brought in a chair and sat in front of you. The Joker sat down and crossed his legs.
"That would be from the nasty little head wound my men gave you earlier. They're all bronzes and no brains, I'm afraid." He spoke with ellangance and intelligence.
"Cut her free." He ordered his men.
They did so quickly. You rubbed your wrist from the soreness of being tied up so tight. Your hands were covered in dry blood from being cut earlier. The Joker snarled at the sight of them and pulled out his handkerchief. He offered it to you, you hesitated.
"Oh, take it my dear." He waved it at you. "It's not poison." You cautiously took it.
"Or is it?" He laughed maniacly.
You looked at him not knowing how to react. You had heard those stories too. The ones about the chemicals he used to make his victims resemble his pale complexion and red lips. You looked down at the handkerchief and started trying to use it.
"So. Tell me a tale. Who wants my crates and why?" He was now very serious.
You shook your head no.
"Whoever wanted them kept their name out of it. The exchange was to be done at a dropoff." You lied and gave them fake information.
You tried to keep your wits about you. If you got out of this alive, you didn't want to deal with being a snitch too.
"No one wanted the job." You spoke up.
"I'm pretty sure I know why, now." You looked right at The Joker as you said it.
He laughed loudly. Then stopped abruptly.
"If you give me a name, I'll let you die painlessly." He eyeballed you up and down.
"I don't have one to give." You were scared.
"Of course, dying is always the easy bit. It's the getting there part..." He uncrossed his legs and leaned in toward you.
"Well, my dear, that's the fun part." He grinned.
He sat back. He appeared to be thinking.
"Grab her." He snapped his fingers.
The two men were on top of you before you could even realize what was happening. They each had you by one arm. You couldn't have done anything, even if you had tried.
"Take our new pet to her cage." He laughed like a crazy man.
It was literally a cage. You had enough room to stand and laid down. It was in another apart of the warehouse. You couldn't see anything, it was too dark. You stayed awake well into the day. By then could see what your surroundings were. There were two other cages near you, both empty. You could see an old fair ride of some sort. There were mirrors around the room, tables with knifes, hammers, clubs, anything really that could be used for torture. You could see what looked like a make shift stage. The place was, by far, the creepiest thing you had every laid eyes on.
You must have screamed for hours, hoping someone would hear you. At some point you broke down and started crying. The realization of your fate was becoming clear. The day finally turned back to night. You fell asleep out of exhaustion.
His voice woke you up.
"Rise and shine, little bird." It was sharp and chilling.
You scrambled to your feet and looked around fanatically. You didn't see him. It was still dark.
"Over here." There was laugher in his voice.
Your head turned quickly toward his voice. You still couldn't see him but you kept your eyes focus on the spot.
"I've got a surprise for you." His laugh echoed threw out the place.
You heard the loud click and suddenly, lights. You looked up. To your amazement strings of lights were hanging all over the place. Some all white and some multicoloured. It was like Christmas and a fair exploded. The tinkling lights reflected in your eyes as you stared up at them.
They were beautiful, at least for a split second or two.
You jumped when you heard him, realizing he was right beside the cage now.
"Welcome to my playroom." His hands were behind his back.
He still wore a purple suit but you could see it was slightly different from the night before. His green vest matched his bright green hair. He circled the cage without making a sound. You followed him with your eyes only turning your head when he would circle behind you.
"Falcone. The job came down from Falcone." You spoke softly.
He grinned from ear to ear. Then he frowned.
"I must say, I'm extremely disappointed. I was hoping on getting to know you better before having to kill you. But seeing that you just gave me what I wanted..." He pulled out his gun.
"No. Please wait. You don't have to do that." You pleaded with him.
"Yes, I know I don't...but, you see, I want to." He stepped right up to the bars.
You stepped up to him, "I can work for you. Anything. I'm a good thief." "Apparently not." The look on his face was smug.
You grabbed the bars and pressed your face to the bars.
"Please! Don't kill me." You stopped and calmed yourself down.
The Joker stood there enjoying having someone groveling to him.
You regained your composure. You gave him a smile and leaned your head against one of the bars.
"Go on then." You were trying to be brave.
The Joker continued to stare at you while his throughs danced around his head. He started to tap the bar with his gun. Taunting you with it, he placed the barrel right beside your head. You didn't do anything. You maintain your composure.
Finally, he leaned in close enough to the cage to be face to face with you. You couldn't help but notice that he smelled good.
"Alright. You want to live, then live." The look on his face was intimidating.
"You'll just have to do it in there." He smirked then laughed.
"Deal." You were being brave. The honest truth was you wanted to scream, pull on the bars.
He raised one eyebrow at your answer.
He said nothing else, only leaving.
For the next few days you saw no one. Your thirst was unbearable. You feared you'd be dead soon. That night the two men that had locked you in the cage showed up. You were so weak you didn't even care. You just watched and hoped that they would leave you alone.
"A gift from the boss." One of them said as he tossed a bag into the cage with you.
You opened it to find water and food. You were thankful. You immediately found yourself feeling better.
The next day you had another visitor. The Joker showed up. He said nothing to you, only walking around the cage a few times. Then he left. This became routine. One of his goons would bring you food and water every few days. The Joker would show up, always at night and never say anything to you. He'd only watch you. This went on for a month or so. Finally one night he spoke.
"You stink." He said it very somber.
You felt yourself blush from embarrassment.
"What do you expect?" You answered back hatefully.
"I'm being kept like an animal." You stood there with your head down.
He snarled and snapped his fingers. His goons were there. They opened the cage, tied your hands behind your back, covered your head and lead you away. After a car ride, in the trunk, you were pulled out and lead into a building. The bag over your head was removed and you stood in a bathroom. The light was bright and caused you to squint.
"Boss says to get cleaned up." One of the men ordered.
You hesitantly got undress. They made you keep the door open to the restroom. Once in the shower you relaxed. The hot water felt like a luxury that you would never take for granted again. You washed and scrubbed til the hot water actually ran out. Peeking out you reached for a towel and wrapped it tightly around your body.
Your clothes were gone. There was a purple bathrobe hanging by the mirror. The sight of it made you roll your eyes. You couldn't help but think to yourself, if he thinks for one second that I'm going to..., You made yourself stop. You couldn't even think about it. You looked out into the bedroom. The goons were still the only ones there. It was obvious you were in a hotel room.
They immediately got up when they saw you.
"I need clothes." You demand.
They ignored you and after a struggle had you tied back up. You were shoved back into the trunk. Your heart sank when they removed the bag again and you saw that you had arrived back at the warehouse. You found yourself being tied to a chair. You questioned why and fought with everything you had. This resistance was met with a slap across your face.
Once you were secured, they left. You sat there, hair still wet, your robe had been slightly pulled open in the struggle. You could taste blood from your busted lip. You pulled at the leather straps that held your hands and feet in place. After a while you tilted your head back. Those fucking lights. The lights hanging from the ceiling were no longer dazzling. You hated them. You let out a loud scream out of frustration.
"Well done. Well done." You turned your head to the sound of The Joker's voice.
There he was, in the shadows. Relaxing in a chair, watching you. The look you gave him was of utter repugnance. You bared your teeth.
"I must say, I was rooting for you to get loose." He laughed.
His presence was looming even from the back of the room. He frightened you. He clearly understood that there were worse things than death. You were living proof of that.
He grabbed his wooden chair and purposefully started to drag it on two legs, making a loud cringing noise. He placed it right in front of you. Like always he was wearing purple and green. His hair was brushed back but slightly curled upwards. He would have easily passed for a gangster from the golden years.
You watched as he took his suit jacket off. He neatly laid it over the back of the chair. He started to pace around you, in a circle, like he always did. As he did so he started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. It was dark orange. He had a green vest over top of it. Both were fitted on his slim but muscular figure and looked expensive.
He finally sat down in front of you and finished rolling up the last bit of his sleeve. His forearms were muscular and toned. His skin was pale enough that you almost couldn't tell were his white gloves began. He always wore them. You assumed they were just another prop, keeping his true identity hidden. Yours eyes moved up from his arms to his face. He wasn't smiling. Instead he looked calm and content.
He crossed his legs and casually crossed his arms over his lap.
"Now, I've been racking my brain with ideas on how to put you to good use." He grinned without laughing.
He leaned in toward you. He took his handkerchief and reached toward your face. You turned your head away but not far enough to keep him from wiping the blood from your lip.
"Tisk, tisk. My boys are determined to bash up that pretty little face of yours." He sat back again.
He studied you for a while. His crossed leg was nearly touching one of your legs. He moved it just enough to rub the outside of your leg with his shoe. You jerked your leg away from it. The robe you wore was long enough that it covered part of your knee. He barely lifted his foot and pushed the robe off your knee exposing more of your leg and thigh. You cringed. You pulled your legs together as much as the restrains would allowed. Even then your legs were still apart. He chuckled softly.
"Oh please. We haven't even gotten to the fun part. You may want to save all that for then, my dear." He suddenly uncrossed his legs and scooted to the edge of his seat.
He tickled your enter thigh, starting at your knee, he moved his way up slowly. He watched your reaction and grinned. You struggled as his hand moved closer and closer. You put your head down and closed your eyes tightly. He stopped just short of the prize. Grabbing your chin instead, he lifted your face up. You kept your eyes closed.
"Open those big y/c peepers up." He ordered.
You didn't. You couldn't. You only swallowed hard out of fear.
He gave your chin a shove downward. His hand moved down to the edge of your half opened robe. You felt his fingers hook under the edge of it. The back of his glove touched your skin. He slid his hand down from your neck, pass your collarbone, over the curve of your breast and nipple, stopping just above your navel. He tugged at the robe opening it up all the way.
You cringed under his touch and shivered at the cool air touching your exposed skin. His hands moved to your neck. He ran them under the collar of the robe and groped your lower neck. He then pushed it off your shoulder causing it to drape down over your arms. You jerked your shoulder as a defensive reaction. He immediately grabbed your head with both of his hands and roughly slammed it against the chair. You gasped at the violent outburst. You started to softly whimper.
"Now, now there's no need for that." He started to pull one of his gloves off.
"It won't be all that bad. I promise." He laughed and removed his other glove.
You felt the warm touch of his hand cup your breast. His thumb brushed over your nipple. Your body responsed to this kind of sexual touch the way it normally would. Your already hard nippled perked up even more, regardless of your mind being disgusted by his touch. You felt dirty at the pleasure it caused you.
He slipped his hands to either side of your rib cage. He moved them down to your waist as he felt and squeezed at you. Finally, resting them on your hips, he pulled you toward him. This caused your hips to slide forward slightly and your legs to spread just a little. It was clear, that if he plan on continuing with this venture, he'd have to remove you from the chair. You through, maybe I could get free and run.
You were gripping the arms of the chair tightly. His hands were still around your waist line. You felt one of his hands move. He playfully pinched your navel . You sucked your gut in to get away from his touch. His hand went right for your mound, cupping it. You let out a whimper and immediately started to struggle.
He moved his fingers, rubbing you. You gasped with surprise as he slipped his fingers between your lips and teased you. Your body tensed and your reaction was to push into his touch. As quick as you did so, you then pulled away. You tried to close your legs as much as you possible could.
He let out a laugh. He rubbed his slick fingers together. They were covers in your juices.
"It's funny how our bodies betray us. We act like we want one thing, while the evidence speaks to the contrary." You could feel his eyes on you and his smile beaming at you, even though your head was down and your eyes were closed.
You were embarrassed and ashamed.
Suddenly, The Joker was unhooking your leg restraints. He ran his hands up your thighs and around your waist. He pulled your hips to the edge of the chair. He was between your legs immediately. Adjusting himself, so he could get the leverage and access he needed. Before you could reject to what was happening, it was too late. He unbuttoned his pants and slammed his erection into you.
You moaned, unaware of it, at the feeling of having a man inside you. The Joker maintain a strong grip around your waist as he pumped in and out of you. He pulled your lower half closer toward him. It wasn't the best angle for either of you. You had no choice but to put your weight on your elbows in order to keep the leather straps from digging into your arms. You started struggling due to your discomfort, pulling your hips away from him.
The Joker grabbed you by the throat. He bared his teeth and squeezed. Then he let go.
"And just when I thought you were starting to enjoy yourself. Ha ha ha." His laugh was incredibly darker.
He was no longer inside you and you took advantage. You scooted all the way back into the chair. With your legs free you tried to kick him off of you. He laughed at your failed attempt. Once he'd had enough, he used his legs to hold your knees together and his hands to hold your legs down. The grip he had on your thighs was so hard, he bruised you. Leaving finger prints on your legs. You finally stopped your thrashing and became still.
"There, there." He lifted one hand and brushed the hair out of your face. "There's no need to throw such a temper tantrum. It won't make a difference." Your reaction was to spit in his face.
He closed his eyes and slowly sit back into his chair.
Wiping the spit off his face, "Well, that's not very lady like. Perhaps a lesson in manners is nesassary."
The Joker drew his arm back and knocked you out with a fist to the face. You came to after a few minutes. You immediately tasted blood in your mouth and down your throat. Blood was flowing out of your nose, down your throat and down the front of your face. You were pretty sure he had broken your nose.
"What a shame. Look at the mess you made me make." You heard him but was still in a daze.
Your arms were no longer restrained but you were unaware. You could barely hold your head up, trying to focus on what was happening. You felt yourself being pulled to your feet, by your arms. As you got to your feet you stumbled but didn't fall. Instead you felt The Joker reach under your arms and hug you around your chest. He dragged you a few feet and slung you on top of a table.
You laid there, starting to get a hold on reality again. You were looking up at those god awful lights again. He moved pass you and your eyes followed. He went to the edge of the table and pulled you to him. The movement made you head throb but you lifted it anyway. You realized you were completely naked and he was about to start raping you again.
You shook your head no very slow.
"No. Stop." You were demanding it but in reality, you barely could be heard.
You slapped at him as he mounted you. You tried with all your might to push him off, pushing with your hands against his chest. He only laughed. You grasped a handful of his shirt the moment his dick slammed into your core. You cringed even though it didn't hurt. Suddenly, your body relaxed at the feeling of him pulling out of you. He was readjusting his position. You continued to wiggle and struggle under him.
It didn't deturde him in anyway. He forcefully reentered your body, grunting from pleasure. His stroke wasn't fast. He rolled his hips slowly against you, pushing deep with every Joker was enjoying himself. He held your arms down at your side. He was in your face smiling. You turned your head so you didn't have to looked at him. You could hear him moaning into your ear as his body moved on top you. His dick moving in and out of you caused your body to respond in such a way that embarrassed you. It felt good. The better it felt the more you wanted to end.
You found yourself biting your lip trying to not show any signs of enjoyment. You noticed his grip had loosen on your arms. You jerked them and tried to push him off again. He grabbed your throat with both hands. He managed to get on his knees, all the while still fucking you. In fact, he started to fuck you with great enthusiasm. It seemed the more you struggled the more he liked it.
He was thrusting hard enough that your body was bouncing with each stroke. You grabbed his hands trying to pull them from around your throat. He continued like this for a few more minutes. His grip around your throat loosened as his pleasure started to build. You continued to tug at his hands. You stared at him with tears in your eyes. He had a small smile on his face. He looked down and watched as his dick moved in and out of you.
His stroke suddenly changed. He slowed down, almost coming to a stop. His small smile turned into grin and he leaned close to your ear.
"Move your hips." He was being cruel.
You shook your head no and didn't move. The Joker hands immediately tightened around your throat again.
"Move." He commanded. You couldn't breathe.
You struggle for a while until you had no choice. You grinded into him once.
"Again." He sounded pleased.
You gasped for air that wasn't there. You rolled your hips into him. Then again and again. Air rushed into your lungs as he lessen his grip. You gasped and coughed. He allowed you a few seconds to catch your breath before he cleared his throat and thrusted into you. The Joker was reminding you of why you could now breath and what you had to do in order to continue to breath.
You moved your hips into him. You closed your eyes and started to roll your hips in a seductive rhythm. He moaned with pleasure. He kept still and enjoyed it for a while. Soon he started to match your speed, moving with you. He was enjoying it enough now, that he didn't notice that you had stopped moving.
His body pressed against yours. You could feel his hot breath on you. Your skin crawled and you felt sick to your tummy. The physical act of sex felt good. The sex The Joker was forcing on you felt good. You kept your eyes tightly closed trying not to think about any of it. You were not going to let yourself enjoy it.
The Joker buried his face into the curve of your neck and shoulder. He thrusted his hips very hard, a few extra times, building toward his climax, before stopping. His body tensed as he released his load then relaxed. You couldn't help but twitch and move as you felt him pull out of you.
Regardless, you still let out a sigh of relief. It was over. You laid there very still and frightened. He was still on top of you. His hair was touching your face, it was soft. He quickly climbed off if you.
You couldn't look at him. You rolled to your side and curled up into a ball.
"Oh my. I've been a selfish lover." He laughed loudly.
You looked over to him, scared he was going to touch you again. He was tucking his shirt into his pants, a few feet away from you. When he was done he started to walk over to the chair where his jacket and gloves were. You scrambled to your knees. You franticly looked around, thinking that maybe you could run. You went for it. You had no idea how far you got before you felt him grab hold of your arm. He pulled you to him and then slammed you down on the floor. His hand tangled in your hair. You started to scream and kicked as he drug you across the floor. He
whistled a toon and didn't pay you any mind.
You heard the cage door open and started pleading with him.
"No. Not in there. No!" You grabbed at his pants leg.
"Please. Please. Anywhere but in there."
He looked at you and squatted down. He lifted one finger and moved it back and forth.
"Unh-un-uh. That wasn't our deal. Now was it, little bird?" He stared at you.
He continued to look at you, "My, my. I did do a number your that pretty little nose of yours."
He quickly reached for your face. With a fast jerk and pull he reset your broken nose. You yelled in pain. And then moaned. He stared at you for a moment. He was waiting for something.
"We really are going to have to work on those manners of yours. A thank you would have been appropriate." He snarled.
He then stood and lifted you enough by your arms to sling you into the cage. You were naked, black and blue, hurting, bleeding and scared. No matter, as you heard the door locking, you stumbled to your feet and tried one more time.
"Please." You reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
He stopped and looked down at your hand that was balling up the fabric of his shirt. He looked appalled. He slowly turned his eyes to you. You let go immediately. He was so menacing. Once you let go he smiled again. You cowarded back into the middle of the cage.