Ok, so since the ** is distracting when reading as I have been told, I decided to switch to [] when including actions within dialogue. Perhaps it will help and not make the eyes jump so bad. Also I do appreciate the incredible feedback I am getting, I actually want to know if something like that is annoying, helping or just distracting. So thank you for that bit of info. WARNING: HOT SWEATY SCENE, DON'T FRY YOUR KEYBOARDS.
Chapter 8
It was dark, darker still with the bag over her head-which to note-throbbed like a stubbed toe. The room-or she assumed she was chained in some cold room somewhere- was as far as she could tell, empty. Every muscle in her body hurt, whether from the cold, the exercise yesterday or from being chained up a few inches off the floor-she couldn't tell.
When she made an attempt to move her head she felt pain shoot through it. 'They gave you drugs Karen, not the good kind, the cheap head splitting kind.' The only thing she was certain of was the fact she was not wearing anything. Karen knew that if she was going to survive this fiasco, she would have to be more analytical and less emotional. So to test her boundaries, she called out.
"Hello?!"
There was something quite exhilarating about hearing her own voice; it was more reassuring than anything, letting her know she was still alive. But she wasn't yelling to hear her own voice, she was yelling to listen for where her voice didn't hit wall. As a logical person, she knew that this technique was flawed, but still she had to try. Her voice came back to her on all sides, it was delayed for quite some time so she knew it was a big room finding no-or seemingly no- other objects or people. She began to work her head around between her almost numb arms, trying to work the bag off.
It was tied on tight, there was no way to get out of it without getting out of the shackles first. So she tried to jiggle the shackles loose from whatever held them to the ceiling, but they wouldn't move an inch, so she went back to assessing her surroundings. There was absolutely no light, none to indicate a door or window. So far it was a solid room and probably concrete, it would explain the cold.
There was a noise from the darkness, like a lift lowering into the room. No voices. 'Ok Karen, think. What can you distinguish about them without your sense if sight? You can hear them, you might be able to smell them. But Joker has no real smell, except his rancid breath. Um um…shit think, they're coming closer. You can't touch them, but they will probably touch you. Taste, right now does no good. Shit-' She stopped thinking and listened. But she realized that Joker, as much as he slouched, he didn't drag his feet, but the sound of his shoes was distinctive. The pair of whoever-at this point she couldn't tell-took a few steps and the whole room lit up, floor and ceiling. Flecks of light peered at her through the black fabric, but did nothing to show her surroundings.
The black bag was yanked off her head and tossed aside. All the light was a shock to her system and she felt her head swim as she tried to focus. Finally after a few minutes she could make out the figure in front of her. It was Joker and he was sneering.
"Hi."
When he spoke, she could see his teeth very well and make out the red make-up on them. The simple word was spoken with an almost childish 'yeah, it's me' greeting. Karen's reply was not quite so kind.
"Let me go you stupid son of a bitch!"
He sighed, slouching his posture, he smacked his lips and he looked up at her with his eyes, cocking his head slightly in her direction. He reminded her at this point of a pouting child with the way he was looking at her and the frown on his face. The way his lips stuck out he made her think of a child who was just reprimanded by mom and now pouted in protest.
[Lick, smack smack, he pointed at her, his hand gestures fluid as if perhaps he was fascinated by the movement of his hand.] "You…[smack smack, he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, making a sort of clicking, popping sound.] "Ya see…[lick] I'm…a…patien-ta…ma-na [The last word was a deep moan from his lips before he licked his top lip and continued.] "But you [He grabbed her face hard in both hands, glancing to his left before rolling his eyes back up, licking his lips and smacking them. He was in her face now, shaking her head as he spoke, growling his words.] "You…are he he…Testing. My. Patients."
Now he was digging his fingers into her face, he spoke those last few words through gritted teeth, spitting on her as he did. Joker was shaking his own head madly as he spoke, his licking and smacking getting more frequent.
The man behind her-she assumed to be Batman-said absolutely nothing. It was almost like he didn't even care what Joker did to her. But his presence was felt, the heat coming off his body spread across her back. Karen knew that meant he was close behind her, probably mere inches from her. She would worry about him later.
In the meantime she would deal with the man who was seemingly trying to crush her face in his hands. She tried to pull her face from his hands but he squeezed tighter, a grin spread across his face and he laughed.
"He he he…[One of his hands left her face and retrieved his switchblade, pressing it into the side of her cheek. His eyes shifted madly around from her to the side, then back to her, his feet shifted side to side. His tongue flicked out at the corner of his mouth before continuing. Squeezing harder.] "Where ya going? Huh?...Ha Ha. He he he."
Karen decided to try something she probably would regret later but she swung out her untied foot and slammed it where ever it would go. Joker grunted and his hand went down to cup the place her foot had connected, the knife, cutting her cheek as it left her face. She cried out in pain.
"Ow!"
Apparently she had connected with his groin and it was surprising to see him hunched over. The pain on his face was seemingly comical because of the make-up. For an accurate description, kick a mime in the groin and see if you don't laugh.
And she was, Karen was laughing at his pain as blood in tendrils began to stream slowly down her cheek. It was refreshing to see him in pain and she wondered if that would prevent him from screwing her again. She began to wonder if she could kick the man behind her and before she had thought it threw she was swinging her foot backwards. But she had taken to long to contemplate doing it and because of that he was able to catch her foot.
The hand on her ankle was warm, firm and coarse. He spun her around, holding her ankle, the chains braiding around themselves while Joker continued to cough behind her. Apparently she had landed a good blow because she could hear him gagging, trying not to vomit from the pain.
Was she still on drugs she began to wonder as she looked into the face of the last man in Gotham she had ever expected to see. Bruce Wayne was standing in front of her now, he was holding her ankle, causing Indian burn on it as he wound his hand back and forth on it. She was shaking with shock, she couldn't believe that he would ever be Batman, or that he would do something like this, that Batman would ever do something like this.
"Not possible. Why?"
But he was in no mood for questions after her little stunt and before she knew it, his fist had connected with her jaw and she was spinning around on the chains. The lit room turning into a spinning light, her eyes could barely focus on anything, but she managed to notice a large black shape.
When the room stopped spinning, her head didn't quite follow suit and her jaw felt broken, it probably was, she spit blood and teeth onto the floor. And she made an attempt to find that black object again, she turned her head to the left and felt pain shoot from her jaw to her head. Karen winced in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, but nothing but fried computers, then her head turned to the right and she found it, the bat mobile. That was her focus point-it was at first two blurry shapes that weaved together and then apart again. But a few minutes and she could focus again, everything stopped spinning for a bit.
The pain was still there in her jaw, blood still dripped from her mouth and cheek. At least she could see again, the room wasn't spinning anymore but if she moved her head, a wave of dizziness would hit her again.
A hand came up and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her head back; nearly making her sick to her stomach. She was looking upside down at Bruce now, his hand coming up to grab her probably dislocated jaw.
"You stupid little bitch! You want to kick me!"
Pain was waving through her whole face now as he squeezed tight before letting go. She heard a sort of clicking sound from behind her.
"I'll teach you to try and kick me!"
Then she heard a whooshing sound and felt a pain across her thighs like nothing she had ever felt before. He had hit her with something metal and she cried out in pain again, tears flowing down her cheeks. Was this really Gotham's 'hero'? It couldn't be, it just couldn't be. Karen was crying now, she didn't want anymore pain.
"Please, no more, please god no more! I'll do whatever you want. I'll be good please. I hurt so bad and I'm so cold please just stop!"
The whooshing came again and she braced herself for the pain, but there was no contact, no pain. Karen glanced down where she could see his arm, in his hand he was holding a titanium asp and a gloved hand was holding his wrist. For once she was glad Joker was here and just for that brief moment she was sorry she had tried to kick him.
[He smacked his lips together slowly, licking them before his tongue ran over the gums of his bottom jaw before it locked serious and he blinked slowly. Pushing his hair back with a free gloved hand, he sighed now shaking his bloody blade at Bruce.] "Tha-ta…uh…hmm mm…[smack smack] do-uh…that."
There was apparently a level of deep his voice could reach that she had never heard because he was reaching it, it was a sort of deep moaning tone. It lowered into a demonic like growl that despite everything, made Karen's lower tummy tingle. 'Just what is it that Joker has over him? Why doesn't Bruce just kill him? What is wrong with him? Why is he doing this to me? Is this who he really is?' Those questions would probably never be completely answered and right now it didn't matter. What did matter was that Joker was suddenly saving her from pain.
She watched him take the asp out of Bruce's hand and pull his hand out of her hair. Karen's neck cracked as she lifted her head up from that awkward and painful position. Joker was standing just in her peripheral vision, enough that she watched him examine the weapon that had probably cracked open the skin of her thighs and then she heard the same wooshing sound. She closed her eyes tight, flinching as she felt the wind from it hit her body, but the asp its self hit something else.
Bruce grunted and then she heard what sounded like fabric clumping on the ground. The asp was thrown on the floor next to him. He wasn't unconscious but his jaw at this point was probably in bad shape because she heard him cough, then spit.
As Joker came back around to her front, he straightened his suit, brushing it off before stepping back into her face. Karen was shaking in fear, she was afraid now, just simply afraid of him. She tried to pull her face back away from his but he reached behind her grabbing her by her hair and pushing her head forward. The knife was still in his hand and he brought the bloody blade across his tongue pulling it into his mouth with a moan. Then he licked the wound on her cheek and she hissed in pain, his saliva burning the tender flesh exposed by the cut.
What was this fascination with the taste of her blood? This was something she just couldn't understand and she didn't have the time to think about it as he pulled away from her to slap her hard across the opposite cheek on which Bruce had hit her. The room was spinning again, her stomach turned now as she felt more blood in her mouth. Joker didn't wait for the chains to stop spinning; instead he grabbed her and stopped her still.
[He licked his lips twice, before smacking them together, pointing the knife at her, his movements more shaky and frantic. She had pissed him off severely by kicking him and now she was going to pay for it.] "You…uh huh…he he he…[He was grinning a wide grin before his voice lowered into a growl. He blinked slowly before speaking.] "Don-ta…do-ah…tha-t…agai-na."
Now that annoying smacking was a bit more frequent, almost constantly, which let her know that he was not happy. And to make it worse she could hear Bruce getting up from behind her and then she felt him behind her, pressing his hot bare chest into her back. His voice was warm and now soft in her ear as she felt his fingers run down toward her thigh.
"I'm sorry baby. Are you ok?"
'No you bipolar fuck! I'm hurting! You broke my fucking jaw!' Her thoughts said it but she wouldn't say it. He hits like a damn truck, she would rather be having a root canal right now then to be hit by him again. Although she wanted to land a good shot to his groin, his voice was tantalizing the nerves on her ear and neck. It was a well needed distraction from the pain.
She hissed in pain as he ran his fingers over the very tender flesh on her thighs.
"It hurts."
His lips moved closer to her neck and ear before he replied.
"I'm sorry."
The heat of his breath and the vibration of his voice traveled over her ear and neck causing the nerves in her thigh to tingle. Those fingers that were once so rough on her ankle were now trailing lightly up and down her thighs and it made Karen want to shift her body so bad but she couldn't move. They were caressing her wounds, making pain and pleasure. So warm against her cold skin, it was hot and cold, the hair on his chest brushed across her back. The muscle of his chest and stomach pressing against her soft flesh made a soft moan slip from her lips.
What the hell was this craziness that she had gotten into? This situation didn't make sense Her breathing had lowered a bit it was almost as if she wasn't breathing at all or maybe her breath had caught in her throat, she was too distracted to realize it.
In front of her Joker was taking off his gloves, jacked, vest and finally his white button down shirt. He was so pale and he seemed to not have any muscle but somehow he had strength to over power her. Karen couldn't take her eyes off him anyhow, her mind was raging with a billion thoughts and all of them were sexual.
He reached behind her head, gripping her hair and pulling her bloody lips down to his, his tongue wanting to taste her blood as it moved around her mouth. When he drug the tip of it along her inner cheek, he pulled a moan from her before running it along the underside of her tongue and making her shiver.
Behind her, Bruce had moved his lips down to her neck, running his tongue along her jugular vein, making her shiver, her toes curling slightly. When he came to where her shoulder met her neck, he ran his tongue in circles around it, making her shiver into Joker's mouth. Then he stopped blowing on the wet, now hot, skin making her shift as much as one could in shackles. She was trapped and she liked it. It was wrong, dangerous and didn't make any sense but she was liking it now.
Bruce bit down on that spot and Karen jumped slightly, moaning again into the mouth that had hers. That tongue in Joker's mouth was running slowly along her inner bottom lip as his ungloved long dexterous fingers brushed their way up the front of her thighs, making her depths tingle. In that instant Bruce lifted his mouth from her neck, speaking low in her ear.
"You want something Karen?"
He dropped his voice lower as he spoke her name, making her pant slightly. 'Oh damn it shut him up! Shut up! Shut up-Shhh-' Joker's fingers were moving closer to her shaven folds making her clit tingle and her depths become wet. Bruce move the fingers from the back of her thigh, now grazing them on her inner thigh, moving toward her folds as well.
There was still pain shooting through her jaw and her thighs but it was only making everything worse. It was pain and pleasure circling through her body only making her shiver more.
To make matters even worse, she could feel Bruce's erection pressing against and growing harder against her thighs. She felt his fingers brushing against her folds, his fingers catching a bit of her seeping wetness on them as they moved, only making her moan. Joker's mouth left hers, and he moved just enough so he could see the pleasure on her face as those fingers on her folds moved. His right hand stayed behind her head, holding it still.
"Look at me."
It was firm, commanding and causing oh so much more of an ache. When she didn't respond to his request, he growled his words deeply.
".Me."
Karen struggled to look at him and found it hard to keep her eyes open as those chocolate browns stared right into her mind. At the same time Bruce spoke low in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Goood Girll."
'Ssshut him up! God damn it shut him up!' Joker's hand now moved up closer toward the apex of her thighs, her whole body shivering already her moans shuddery. Those delicate artistic fingers found their own place to run along her soaking folds, dipping in a little to brush her clit. She gasped, her breathing becoming shuddery as her whole body shivered.
Finally he stopped looking at her, moving his mouth down to take one of her erect pink nubs into his mouth and circle that wicked tongue around it, making her wince in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
Bruce slowly began to dip his finger a few inches, getting it wet before pulling it back out and circling her dripping hole. His tongue moved up to lick slowly along her cartilage, tingling the nerves on her thigh again before whispering in her ear again, knowing that the heat of his breath against the wet skin would drive her nuts.
"Karennn…You are so wet Karen…and you're shaking" [He paused on purpose to slowly rub his erection up against the back of her thighs.] "Why is that?"
She was moaning and shivering, wanting to feel his fingers in her depths. Wanting so much to feel that ache satisfied. A hand cupped her head as his mouth came down on her neck, biting and flicking his tongue over her now very warm flesh.
Joker moved his mouth down her torso, licking his way down her stomach leaving a burning trail as he went, those fingers continuing to tease her as they just barely touched her clit. His mouth found the V of her thighs, licking along that so tender flesh. Karen moaned shivering as that tongue came so close to her sweet tender flesh but didn't touch it.
A finger was shoved deep within her folds rotating around within them causing her whole body to shiver hard and cry out in pleasure, her voice echoing off the walls. His mouth came up to her ear again, the spot on her neck still burning hot, he spoke.
"Oh Karen…you feel so good."
'Christ shut-fuck it!' At the same time his finger was now wiggling back and forth between her folds. Jokers teasing finger was now rubbing her clit in slow circles, her body almost constantly trembling now. That tongue began moving along the top of her mound, making circles, moving down but never quite getting there.
It wasn't right, no, it wasn't, she should be fighting to get them off of her, but she didn't want anymore pain. This, this felt too good to say no. She felt Bruce reach up and mess with the shackles and she felt herself lowered to her knees.
The finger in her depths didn't leave her but she felt Joker move and she could now feel Bruce's erection pushing against her ass. Momentarily she opened her eyes to find Joker sitting down in front of her, his fingers undoing his pants now to release his own hard cock. There was just one thing going through her mind right now. 'Please god don't let Bruce ass rape me.' Almost as if in response she felt his finger pull from her tight folds only to feel the head of his cock start teasing her instead.
Joker moved closer to her kneeling in front of her, his pants falling to his knees as he held himself offering his cock to her mouth. She knew it would hurt like hell but she was not going be beat again. So she willing took him into her mouth, pain shooting through her jaw like bullets from a gun.
Karen felt Bruce slowly push all of his long hard manhood between her folds making her eyes roll back. With an almost synchronized movement, they both began pumping in and out of her, her moans from Bruce causing Joker pleasure. Joker closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of her tongue as it worked circles over his smooth hardness.
Bruce brought down a free hand to rub her clit, his long hard cock moving faster and harder as he brought that hand down. Karen was panting now as she could feel one orgasm wash over her and run down her leg. Still she managed to concentrate enough to suck Joker harder and relax her throat muscles so she could take more of him. With every flick of her tongue she could feel him getting harder in her mouth, closer to his orgasm.
Karen had nothing to dig her nails into but Joker's bare thigh again, the same one she had apparently scarred earlier. She now dug them deep in his flesh and heard him moan at the same time she did that, Bruce began to pound her depths. She would have cried out in pleasure had Joker's cock not been in her mouth, instead it vibrated down his cock.
A hand gripped her hair, pulling on it hard as she felt and tasted his hot seed in her mouth, his whole body trembling against her. To avoid being hit she swallowed just before he pulled out of her mouth. She herself also shivered hard feeling more of her own warm nectar running down her leg. Sweat glistened on their bodies as the heat between them rose. Now she was moaning and crying out in pleasure as Bruce continued his assault on her hot pink hole. She shivered again and came again.
But he wasn't stopping, he wanted more from her and with every hard shiver he pulled from her he pulled another orgasm. And she shivered seven times more before she ever felt his hot seed spilling into her depths. Karen was panting and shaking, barely able to move.
Bruce pulled himself slowly out, but paused at her G spot to tantalize it with the head of his cock before finally leaving her alone so she could collapse on the floor. Her arms were limp, her legs felt like jello. She began to wonder if she would have the ability to walk once the fatigue wore off. Right now all she was trying to do was breath. She tried to fight sleep but it washed over her like the waves of pleasure that had washed over her strong.
When she finally awoke, Karen found herself still in the basement if you could call it that and she figured it was probably the only place that she couldn't escape. The lights were all off so she assumed that there was no one in the room with her anymore. That was until she heard a noise and could just barely make out the face she saw. If it wasn't for the face paint she might not have been able to see him.
"Joker?"
His voice came from the darkness and the tone in it chilled her to her very soul. She could hear the wet smacking of his lips but couldn't make out any other facial expressions.
"By the way [smack smack.]"
That was all he said, then she felt him grab her arm and yank her on her stomach before she felt leather slapping hard across her ass. Whether it was a belt or a whip she wasn't clear and it didn't matter. He was laughing while he did it. It was about twenty minutes straight before he stopped and then he let go of her.
"He he he…ha ha..[smack smack, his tone dropped] Never. ."
When Karen had heard the lift go up and she was sure that he was gone, she curled up with the blanked and cried. She was talking to the darkness, the comforting darkness that was her only friend.
"I have to get out of here. I have to get free and leave Gotham. I am not safe here. I'm going to die before they are done with me."
She lay on the floor curled up crying until she drifted off to sleep. But she knew that when she awoke she would have to get out of this hell hole some how. Just get out.
[MORE TO COME.]
