Panting heavily Joker stormed down the stairs, knowing that his boys were out doing a job made it easy for him to walk around without his makeup. All he knew was that if he didn't leave that room, where Anne's deliciously shaped body was lying... He wouldn't be able to control himself. Biting back a shout of rage (knowing Anne would hear it) Joker instead opted for slamming his fists on the table; the sharp pain bringing him back from images of Anne's pale pink tipped breasts. Shaking his head Joker laughed, he was beginning to wonder if she would be the instrument of his demise. Already he was losing focus; he hadn't even been able to keep the Witch in the basement for too long and all because he was worried about her. The Joker didn't feel concern for anybody, especially not a disturbingly innocent red headed girl... hell at eighteen she didn't even seem old enough to be called a women. Feeling the familiar desire fill him again Joker breathed deep, realising he could actually SMELL her on him and he liked...it? Maybe he just needed to get her out of his system... nodding at the thought Joker walked quietly up the stairs, needing to see if she had actually moved.
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After about twenty minutes of not moving, I felt my eyes begin to droop. It's tough work being submissive. As I drifted slowly into sleep, I felt my legs slowly curl up to one side. A slight creek signalled the door opening, pretending to be asleep I froze. The Joker's scent drifted over to me, gasoline and gunpowder was becoming a recognizable smell. I could hear Joker making the weird sucking click noise with his mouth as he got closer; still breathing slowly I refused to move. Suddenly it occurred to me that my legs had moved, oh god surly he won't hurt me over that. My fears were not put to rest when I felt a knife slowly slide up my right calf, the cold metal instantly creating goose-bumps. The knife slowly made its way up my legs, making a quick trip over the dip of my hips before resting against the mark I knew he delighted in seeing. Rather than pierce me with the knife again, Joker put it away with a click. I felt his gloved hands close over my knees; still pretending to be asleep I let him move them. Avoiding a frown of confusion when he placed my feet on the mattress so my legs were slightly open and bent; I realised what he was doing when a slight chuckle came from his throat.
"Ya know doll, I seriously thought that you were smarter than to pretend to be asleep in my presence." Opening my eyes I glared at him, feeling a small amount of courage enter me. "And you moved doll" damn I hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Does that mean that you're going to...hurt me?" Forcing the last part out through stiff lips, I watched in abject terror when he smirked.
"I am a man of my word after all." I watched him reach for the knife again, screeching and kicking I threw the Joker away from me; no fucking way that knife is carving its way into me again. As I skidded backwards like a crab on the bed Joker snarled up at me from his bent over position, I had never seen him this mad before. The silky sheets overlapping gave out under me and I slipped sideways on the bed, Joker pounced on this and grabbed a hand full of my hair. Crying out it felt like he was stabbing me in the head as Joker pulled me back towards him, finally halting when my head was slightly hanging off the bed. Tears in my eyes and hands gripping his where he held me captive, I murmured incoherently about being sorry.
"Your ah lucky I promised not to fuck you" I didn't think now was the time to correct him, he had actually said he wouldn't touch me without my permission; guess that promise was as good as he was. His hand tightened on my hair and I cried out in response, my body's reaction however was to kick him in the head; quite an impressive feat considering the angle. Joker looked surprised for a second as well, before tightening his hand once more; almost like he was daring my leg to do it again. "Now ah Anne, if you promise not to try and escape me again...I promise not to tighten my hand anymore, best decide quickly." My lips shouted out yes before I knew it, groaning I held my head when he finally released my hair.
His surprisingly carful hands moved me back so I was lying sideways on the gigantic bed, not that I really cared what he was doing. "Shhh shush little Anne" I immediately stopped making any noise; hands slowly peeled mine from my head. Eyes shut I refused to look at the person who purposely caused me so much pain, despair seemed to be my best friend lately. I hid my shock when those same hands softly began massaging the pain away from my head, unable to help myself I relaxed. Joker's heavy panting could be heard from somewhere above me, but I still didn't look at him. His hands stopped; one moved to my cheek and the other just above my ear, tangling in my still sore hair. I knew what was coming next but still allowed it; Joker's lips softly met mine. His scars had become a familiar feeling and I no longer feared that he would try and bite me too hard; it had become clear that Joker didn't actually want to kill me... not yet anyhow. Rather than continue kissing me, Joker began nibbling softly on my ear. Soft mewls made their way out of my throat when he bit down, the mewl turned to a yelp when he purposely bit too hard. Eyes practically glued shut I turned my head to the other side, not wanting to seem like I actually enjoyed Joker's attention. Rather than be deterred Joker shifted his body slightly, to my horror he was now nearly in-between my thighs. His tongue slowly trailed along the scar he had put on me, the soft tissue and the sensation resulting caused shivers to break out all over me. Without pausing Joker leaned down further and nipped one of my nipples. Forced to react at the pain, my entire body staged a mutiny and tried to shove him off. Growling Joker ignored my slapping him and began sucking the already tight mounds; to my disgust I gave an involuntary moan, my hands stopping their bitch slapping attack. All too soon the hands that meant to cause him pain, were wrapping in his greasy hair. Panting I pushed his mouth more onto my breasts; his tongue slowly circled before sucking and repeating on its twin. Twisting my hips uncomfortably I felt my body begin to feel desire; it was a reaction I had never displayed for anyone.
"Oh no, I please." Moaning I opened my eyes as I spoke, looking into Joker's soulless ones with desire.
"What ah is it you want Anne?"
"I don't know, it burns." Smirking around my nipple the Joker moved his hand across my chest, his fingers lightly touching everything.
"Does it ah hurt here?" A single finger twisted in a slow circle on the tip of my breasts, squeaking I shook my head. "How about here" Joker's hand trailed down my stomach until his gloved digits were dipping in and out of my navel; biting my lip I shook my head no. "Then it must be here." Without pause Joker pushed one of his thick fingers into me, oh god the Joker is fingering me. Mouth open I couldn't even make a noise as the appendage swiftly sank in and out, finally my breath escaped me in a loud moan. My hips rising to meet his finger I yelped in pain when he added a second and my movement pushed me onto it; I glared at Joker, he smirked arrogantly back and twisted both his digits. Sucking air in I felt him touch something in me which caused my stomach to flip and breasts to tighten, my eyes begged him to do it again and he did.
"Oh yes... more" Joker chuckled at my greedy nature, I had no idea what I was doing but he sure did and that was good enough for me. My legs tightened around his hand and I found my mouth quickly duelling with his. Tongues twisting together in desire and anger and both fighting for the upper hand, I was surprised when my climax rushed up on me. The combination of fingers, tongues and Joker's scent sent me over the edge. Whimpering I tried to breathe through the sensations wracking through my body, finding it impossible I opted for holding onto the most solid object I could find... That just happened to be the Joker. Finally my shuddering stopped and I realised Joker was whispering words against my mouth, I only caught "sweet" and "more" before he stopped talking.
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Joker stared down into the ecstasy consumed face of his newest and favourite captive; all his other 'pets' hadn't responded like she had, they mostly begged for mercy or tried to kill themselves. It took him a second to realise that he had actually cum while watching her orgasm and feeling it through his fingers, she was so unbelievably tight around them that he knew she had little to no experience. To be honest he wasn't entirely sure what made her so enticing to him, perhaps it was the way she did or hair... but at this moment it was how she looked with her fingers in his hair and her mouth begging him for more. Speaking of this moment; detaching his fingers from Anne, Joker looked down onto the mess he had left on her stomach. Some primitive part of him wanted his hand to rub it into her, mark her as his and going by the completely exhausted look on her face she may just let him. Ignoring the urge Joker (with an extra bounce in his steps) went into the bathroom to retrieve a towel, coming out he was shocked to see that Anne had fallen asleep. Stopping for a second Joker paused to admire the view; her legs were parted and giving him a delicious glimpse of her still wet pussy, but the utterly content look on her face was what made Joker take a second look. She really is beautiful smirking Joker moved forward and wiped the towel between her legs, noting the small wince that marred her features before swiping the soiled cloth over her stomach to clean up his mess. Once done Joker tossed the now useless item into some corner for one of his boys to clean up and lifted the silent Anne into his arms, ignoring the sudden urge he had to put her back into the basement for forcing him to be kind, Joker shoved back the covers and placed her under them. Anne muttered softly under her breath at the disturbance, her hand stretched towards Joker's side of the bed and it took him a second to figure out why... could she be subconsciously reaching for him? Puffing up slightly with pride and thanking god for his promiscuous nature before the scars, which inevitably aloud him to pleasure Anne; Joker lifted her hand and slipped into the bed. Immediately her soft hand latched onto his bicep, fighting the urge to flex for an unconscious girl, Joker faced her. He knew that some part of him enjoyed having her in his bed for reasons other than convenient pleasure, part of him actually wanted her because he felt something for her. Once again Joker felt that fury at himself; here he was the Clown Prince of Gotham pining over a girl... something that hadn't happened since he first marked her as his. Joker found his hand hovering over Anne's extremely pale neck, his mind chanting 'do it, kill the bitch before she destroys you'. He actually felt his hand touch her skin before he snapped it back in annoyance, everything in his soul rebelled at the thought of killing her. Snarling Joker forced his hand forward and wrapped it around Anne's neck, at the slight pressure her eyes opened.
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Gasping for air I was brought up from my dream, only to face a nightmare. Joker was leaning above me with one hard hand wrapped around my throat; I swallowed terrified under the pressure.
"What is it doll that makes you so special? Hmm" the hand tightened and my neck constricted, now really fighting for air. My hands suddenly remembered how to work and I wrapped them around his wrists, desperate to keep the pressure off. "Why can't I just kill you, I want to but... I can't, doesn't mean I can't hurt you though." My eyes widened in fear and lack of oxygen as Joker flicked out his knife, I would have cried out when it slowly sliced down my arms but his hold was too tight. "What's wrong nothing to say, well don't worry I have plenty to say." I breathed through my nose as he made similar bloody markings on my left arm; does he want me as damaged as him? "So tell me Tony" I winced at his use of my real name, the name my father gave me, the father he killed. "How is it that a pathetic Librarian manages to keep me enticed enough not to immediately kill her, hmm?" The hand released my throat lightly and I stared up at Joker with tears trekking slowly down my cheeks. Rather than answer his impossible question I simply said "please", my voice was broken and dry paining me with each breath. The monster that had harmed me, tortured me and then pleasured me froze. Groaning slightly Joker released his hold on my neck completely, before coming back seconds later and touching it softly as if he was memorising the bruises he had no doubt left. Before I knew what was happening Joker's lips were on mine, moaning softly I let him in. His tongue softly traced my bottom lip before his mouth left mine as quickly as it had arrived; leaning down Joker placed his forehead on mine.
"Get some sleep Doll, tomorrow is a big day for you." Before I could ponder his words Joker laid down to the side of me and pulled my body half onto his, so ignoring the soft twinge of pain in my throat I rested my head in his shoulder crook and drifted off to sleep.
It is so hard to capture a character like the Joker, harder still because we will never be graced with Heath Ledgers magnificent portrayal of him. But I hope I am doing him some justice in this and if not I apologise to all hard core Joker fans like myself.
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