A Laugh In The Dark Ch13
Back at the Asylum the echoes of pained screams bounced off the walls as Joker set to work playing with his newest toy. He had pulled a medical equipment tray over to the side of the bed and neatly placed his chosen items down on it: the Baterang, knife, alcohol, and several scalpels he had found around the room. Or at least they HAD been laying neatly on the tray, they now laid haphazardly, covered in drying and fresh blood. Joker himself had switched from his normal purple suit to a white lab coat, which was now a deep crimson do to all the blood. A still purple clad hand reaches over and grabs the now half empty bottle of alcohol and pours a bit onto the newest wound. The action was shortly followed by a loud scratchy scream of pain, indicating that this had been going on a while.
Joker paused and grinned down at his handy work. Jace's pale flawlessly smooth back had been reduced to shreds. Odd patterns, phrases, and Joker's own name had been carved into it, each cut fallowed by the alcohol being poured directly to it. The Baterang itself was lodged deep into his left shoulder, slicing a bit deeper every time Jace jerked from pain. Jace's body was wracked with pain and his healing factor was having trouble keeping up with the amount of damage the Joker was doing. At first Jace had gritted his teeth and tried desperately not to let the Joker know just how painful it really was, but after the first thirty minutes of this constant torture he had broken down. Blood from his back, shoulder, and the tears streaming down his face stained the bed beneath him.
In one of Joker's fits of giddiness at hearing Jace's delicious screams of pain he had sunk one of the scalpels into Jace's ribcage between two ribs and cut along them, separating the flesh from the bone. The wound was healing slowly and still gaped open letting Joker see, if he bent down and looked closely, the shuddering lung just inches from where the scalpel had cut. That particular action had caused Jace to let out the loudest scream he had so far. The sound of that scream had rocked Joker to his core, causing his already hard and straining cock to twitch, nearly cumming on the spot, but he had kept himself in check. Glancing over at the clock again Joker gave a slight huff and frowned, 10:28pm. He'd have to have Jace at that meeting spot in less then 32 minutes.
Sighing Joker leans down and speaks into Jace's ear. "Well Jacey boy, I must say I'm Quite impressed, despite the pain your poor little body must be going through you haven't passed out once! Brovo!" He says slapping Jace on the back in a 'congratulatory' manner, which caused another pain filled scream to pass Jace's lips. "Oops!" Joker says, placing a hand over his mouth, "Soo sorry, hehe slipped my mind." slowly Joker starts to remove his gloves and swirl the fingers on one hand in the blood of Jace's wounds. "And now my dear, for the part I bet you've been just DYING to get to!" with that he reaches down and, using the blood as lube, shoves his fingers into Jace's entrance.
Jace's eyes open wide and he lets out a pained gasp at the new sensations now flooding his body along side the pain. "Oh gawds," Jace thinks "is this bastard trying to turn me into some sort of Masochist? Throwing me into pleasure and pain like this, on top of every thing else, my mental state will surely crack!" He fights hard to ignore the feeling of Joker's long slender fingers moving and wriggling, stretching his hole wide. But it was no use, his legs were already straining against the binds, trying to move wider as his hips lift slightly from the bed. Joker lets out a loud stream of giggles watching Jace respond to the action even though a few seconds ago he had been carving him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
After a moment or two of preparation, more for the Joker's benefit than Jace's, Joker pulled his fingers free of the now twitching and needy Jace. Tearing off the lab coat he made short work of unzipping his pants and pulling himself free of them. Pausing a moment he gathered a bit more blood and coated his throbbing cock before positioning himself and, in one fluid motion, fully sheathing himself deep in Jace. Jace gasps out and cries loudly in pain as the sudden motion tears and rips at his insides. The tears he had been shedding pick up in full force as he feels more of his precious life blood seeping past Jokers cock and leak down his thighs.
Joker had to force himself to pause for a moment to catch his breath, Jace's ass was so TIGHT it took his breath away to feel himself surrounded in that heat. But after that moment he couldn't stand it any more and began to pound into that sweet ass. He knew this wasn't a good thing, and could feel Jace's insides start to tear and bleed, causing his hard thrusts to become easier, but at the moment he didn't care. He wanted to find release in his new play thing and NOW. After a few minutes he reached under and gripped Jace's cock, expecting to find it limp from to much pain overriding the pleasure. But to his surprise Jace to was painfully hard, his cock twitching with need to release. To which he was eager to oblige as he began to pump him quickly In time with his thrusts.
Loud moans of pleasure mixed with cries of pain escaped Jace's dry and cracking lips. It made him angry, both at himself and at Joker. He hated what Joker was doing to him, torturing him for no apparent reason with blades and alcohol only to turn around and torture him with pleasure. He wanted to hurt the Joker, to push him away and make him stop what he was doing. But at the same time he didn't want it to stop, he wanted more, he heard himself let out a moaned 'harder' and 'faster' to which the Joker had complied. It made him sick to his stomach that he was enjoying the demented man's touch so shortly after having been torn to pieces by those same hands.
Finally after several minutes of this, both parties moaning and grunting in pleasure, Jace found his release, coating the bed with even more of his body fluids than was there already. Feeling the muscles tense and pulse around him drove Joker to his own release, spilling himself deep in Jace with a deep guttural grunt. As he finished filling Jace's ass with is essence he roughly gripped the Baterang still embedded in Jace's shoulder and Yanked it out. A sharp cry of pain escaped the half conscious vampire, the torture coupled with the hard climax from the sex being to much for him to keep himself awake. He finally fell unconscious as Joker pulled free of him and dropped the Baterang on the tray with the rest of the items.
Grinning down at his handiwork, while absently licking the cum from his hand, a funny and completely twisted idea came to him. What a nice present this bloody and cum covered Jace would be to his dear Batsy! Laughing loudly as he redid his own pants and set about undoing the chains holding Jace to the bed. He quickly bound the poor vamp once more, cuffing his hands behind his back and binding his body with tape and rope he had found in the box. After he was done he gazed down at his work, Jace was tied up like a demented Christmas present, he even had a blood stained bow stuck to his back with the Baterang. Joker smiled down lovingly at the sight and sighed. "I do hope Batsy enjoys the present I worked so hard to wrap for him. I'll be quite put off if he doesn't." and with that he slings the slung Jace's broken body over his shoulder and started out for the meeting spot.