Chapter two: Puppy Love
Contains: Abuse (Heavy), Ageplay, Breath Control/Denial, Nonconsensual.
Harley was led back to a different room this time, this one with much less warmth and care. Unpainted concrete walls, cold floor, a bed with a thin mattress and a single coarse blanket and no pillow. On the bright side, it did have a toilet, but other than that it was barren and boring.
After the bunny girl dropped her off, a new one, blonde this time, came in with some food for her, three apples, some stale bread, and stale water in a Styrofoam cup. She also had a chastity belt for her.
"Mr. Cobblepot likes his girls with fires in their belly, so that means no touching." Whether or not Harley resisted or obediently put it on, it went on. If anything, the blonde seemed to be even more skilled than the bunny with dark hair.
And then she was alone. For a long, long time. Twenty hours, which can pass quite slow when there's nothing to do.
Harley kept herself busy for a while. She'd run up and down the room, pretending to be an airplane, or she'd teach herself how to juggle with the apples. For the most part, though, she slept, but even that was boring without Bud and Lou to keep her company like the usually did. At least they were warm and they didn't smell of fish, like the blanket.
The belt rubbed against her soft flesh and it annoyed her more than anything. If she had her lock picks, she could easily take it off, but he took her in with nothing. Even Joker wouldn't have made her wear something so pointless.
Finally, the door opened. Same dark-haired Bunny girl, "Mr. Cobblepot expects you soon. I've been given instructions to either prepare you properly if you obey, or to beat you and leave you here for another day if you resist. So come along now." She really didn't consider the second thing a real option.
Harley groaned out loudly as she jumped off the bed. "Can't ya just, I dunno, walk out? I mean, he gives you the keys for everything, right?" Harley attempted a conversation as she waited for the next outfit. She kept her face away from the whore, in case she said something wrong. "I mean really. If I was you, I'd be outta here as soon as he gave me the keys. He's got somethin' on ya, don't he?"
"I could. You would. And maybe he does." She replied in her professional manner. The outfit for the day consisted of a white leotard with black spots made out of a material even more clingy and sheer than her usual jester costume, along with furry boots and giant paws, both of which she found she couldn't remove, especially since the paws didn't have any fingers. To finish, there was a headband with big floppy dog ears to match the paws and boots and didn't slip no matter how much she shook her head, and some face paint, giving her white skin with a black nose and a couple of spots.
"One more thing. Raise your hair out of the way." She presented a red leather collar, one with metal studs and a small padlock.
Harley stared down at her outfit and made a disgusted face. She hated it, but it was better than the dress last time. "Would it kill him to get something warm?!" She complained as she pulled her hair up, letting the collar tighten around her neck. She would never admit it to Oswald, but she did like it, and the feeling of paint on her face again. "Did ya steal from him? C'mon, lady! I'm tryin' to be nice, for once!"
Selena locked the collar on with an ominous sounding *click*, then gave Harley a pat on the head, "Occasionally, yes. Good guess. But Mr. Cobblepot has shown me how to make a more honest living and it's my privilege to be working off my debt for him."
Once Harley was dressed, she clipped a leash to the collar, and then began to walk her out. Same familiar hallway, same stairwell, though they only went up two flights this time. They ended up in a much larger, brighter room, one with some childish designs on the walls, as well as some of what looked like toy chests against the wall.
"There we are, right on time. How have we been?" Oswald was dressed a good deal more casual this time, in a large black sweater and khakis, though he still had the monocle.
Harley stared at the cute motif, holding back temptation to burst the chests open and play with whatever was in them. She was still angry at Penguin for kidnapping her.
"You know exactly how I've been." She practically growled at him, matching the outfit. She hated it in that bedroom. It was stifling, dull and boring, and she hated being bored more than anything else. "Can we get this done already.. I have such a busy day planned!"
"Still mouthing off, I see. But don't be like that, poppet. You be a good girl today, I'll see if I can't get you an old TV, VCR with some movies for you to watch. Maybe even some toys." VCR? What the heck was that even? "And if you're naughty, I'll be taking away the bed. See how it works? Good behaviour is rewarded, bad behaviour punished."
Harley huffed out before closing her mouth. Good behaviour? She knew the bare minimum of behaving, but that was it. She dared herself to tell him to try living with the Joker and remain sane, but instead she put a fake smile on her face.
"What joy will you be bringing me today? Just being around someone such as yourself brings a smile to my face." She tried to keep herself from sounding sarcastic again. She needed work. A lot of work, but he seemed more than satisfied with the plastic praise. Make them say it enough, they'd start believing it themselves
"Now that's the spirit!" He waved the bunny girl away, leaving the two of them alone once more.
"C'mere, poppet...let's see just how cute you look in your new clothes."
Harley stepped forward until she was right in front of him. The shoes were itchy on her legs and the outfit was at least a size too small, even for her dainty frame and the leash kept tripping her up. She took a deep breath in and swallowed her pride as his lecherous gaze washed over her.
"One day, warmer outfits please?" But she realized, as she spoke, that if she was ever given warmer clothes, he would probably crank the heating up.
As she approached, he took the leash, gave it a tug, then unclipped it, discarding it, the action just slightly intended on provoking her.
If it was intended to be slight though, the next couldn't be more obvious.
"Mmm, yes, yes, be good and I may do just that. Now then, now then...paws behind your head, stick that little snatch out." He crouched down to eye level with her sex. The chastity belt had been removed to accommodate the outfit, and the material made the outline of her young slit completely clear, as though it were painted on.
Harley fought the urge to kick him in his smug face while he was crouched. Instead of doing as she was told, she turned around and leaned down, resting her paws on her knees and stuck her butt out. The suit was far too small to allow such an action without riding up into her butt.
"I don't like her rules. Mine are more fun." She expected him to know this already.
With her bent over like that, he didn't have much trouble grabbing her by the ankle in one hand and then roughly pushing her off her feet with his other hand on the small of her back. Both hands were at her ankles then, pulling her closer for an inspection
"Awful proud of that skinny bum of yours, ain't you? Or maybe that's just where you like getting buggered the best."
The fabric had indeed ridden up, somewhat painfully digging into her sex now, but he made it worse when he slid two fingers under the material and began to pull it, giving her a wedgie which made Harley groan loudly
"I wonder just how loose these holes are. Word on the street is that Joker passes you around like a party favour for his men, not to mention those mutts of his."
"And you believe that? I've heard things about you and, oh look, they ain't true!" She struggled to pull the material back out of her cunny, but the paw gloves were useless. "You're hurting me!"
He pulled harder, twisting it to make it dig in just so with a practiced and steady hand, while he gave that horrible laugh of his.
"Well, that might make this a bit more fun then. And you do seem to have more than a bit of innocence to ya. A more experienced or smarter girl would be a lot more afraid."
He kept pulling, before giving it one really hard yank. The fabric stretched, becoming wire thin and extra painful, but it snapped, leaving her sex completely exposed and defenceless.
Harley squeaked out, closing her legs quickly as she squirmed back to her feet.
"Oh no, it's time for me to leave now! Heh.. Don'tcha hate when that happens? I betcha got some important business to attend to, too!" Harley made a break for the door, even though it was locked from the outside.
He watched her go for the door with some amusement, lightly chuckling. Even if the door wasn't locked, he doubted she'd get anywhere with those slippery paws on. As she did, he went over to the nearest toy chest, retrieved a long plastic baton with a forked end. He gave it a few test swings and then pressed the button, which made it give a satisfying crackle.
"Naughty, naughty little girl. I suppose you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight. But dun worry, sweet. Things can still get a lot worse." He closed the chest, stood in the centre of the room, "So why don't you crawl over here like a good little puppy, then present that ass for your discipline?"
Harley kicked the door a few times, frustrated as she glanced back, past him, searching for an exit.
"I wanna go home! Even Mistah J ain't this cruel!" She flopped her back against the door and sniffed loudly as she slowly crawled to the middle of the room. "Please… It's not fair.." she stared up at him with sad puppy eyes and begged like a dog. "Please...?"
He gave her cheek a light tap with the cattle prod, "Good girl, put this cheek against the floor, and raise your other cheeks up high for your punishment."
Harley swallowed hard as she forced herself to turn around, presenting her bare ass. "Sorry.. Mistah Cobblepot, Sir..." Her apology was almost inaudible before she bit down on the giant paw and tensed her whole body, preparing for the worst.
"There we are, lass. Now was that so bloody hard?!" He reached out and teased at the presented bottom, ripping the bit of fabric off, squeezing her butt, and massaging his hand against her slit for a few long moments. Then, he took the prod and ran it up her bare thigh, letting the pointy forked end dig into her skin a bit, though he kept his finger off the button...for now.
"Think you're going to be a good girl from now on?"
Harley squeaked softly, keeping still before him. "Yessir..." Harley let a loud sigh of relief escape her lips while he touched her and finally relaxed. She didn't even have any rude remarks or appropriate jokes up her sleeve this time.
"Excellent. And tell me, my little bitch...just where should I discipline you? These skinny thighs...this plump bottom...maybe you tight little cunt...where shall we start?" As he spoke, he traced the prod over each area in turn, finishing by sliding the prod between her cunny's lips, the hard tip more than uncomfortable on her most sensitive area.
Harley squeezed her eyes shut and, in an effort to please the sadistic crime lord, wriggled her hips, groaning as it moved around inside her, poking deep inside her uncomfortably.
"Punish me where ever you see fit. You own me." She whined the last sentence, before biting down again.
"Not a bad answer at all." He withdrew the prod.
Harley heard it crackle, then felt it swat against her ass. The effect was immediate, tensing up every muscle as excruciating, terrifying pain wracked through her body. Then another swat on the other bottom with the same effect, "But boring, innit?"
He kicked the convulsing girl in the side, roughly putting her on her back, then firmly planted his foot on her stomach, "I didn't use a twenty thousand dollar poison and a fifty thousand dollar antidote to buy myself a common slut. I paid for a freak that's too stupid to know what's good for her."
The prod went to the inside of her thigh, digging into the skin, then turned on, held this time for the most agonizing three seconds of her life, lightly smoking as he pulled it away.
Harley screamed at the first hit, but as the electricity flowed through her body for the first time in her life, the screams turned to her usual maniacal laughter and the fear of the pain faded. Even as she convulsed and twitched on the floor. By the second shock, her laughter came louder.
"A-Again! No! Let me do it! Gimme!" She reached a twitching hand up to the prod, weakly grabbing at it.
When she reached up for the prod, she saw his face. Gone was his casual, aloof demeanour. Now his face was twisted up with a scowl, hard lines appearing and his teeth bared and clinched,
"More? You want more is it?" He struck her across the face with the prod. It was turned off but he hit her fast and hard enough to draw blood, and then threw it against the wall,
"You little cunt! When a Cobblepot punishes you, you are to ENDURE, not retreat into some insane madness!" Snarling, he took her by the collar and began to shake her, "When I give you a reward, you should be grateful." A backhand across the cheek, with none of his subordinate's gentle precision, cutting the inside of her mouth on her teeth, "And when I give you a punishment, you should be meek! Weak! A simpering cunt!" More blows as his blood boiled, then two thumbs against her windpipe, pressing down hard.
Harley groaned loudly with each blow. She could taste the blood from her cheek and felt it run down her face, mixing with the light face paint.
"Like… the rest... Of your sluts? What happened to… Wanting crazy, freak!?" She barely managed to gasp out. She groaned loudly as she tried to take in deep breaths of air. She could barely swallow her own saliva without squeaking out.
If anything, he became even more incensed, squeezed down even harder on her throat. It was a familiar feeling, squeezing the life out of a woman, though he'd never done it to one so young before. But more than anything else right now, he wanted her to shut up!
As he cut off her air, he began to make plans. The guard monitoring the room would need to be killed. There was no way he would risk word of him being made a fool of by a simple child spread out. The Joker and his gang would be next. He'd kill them, every single last one of that freak show. And then...and then...
With a start, he let go of the girl he'd been choking. Her unpainted lips had been tinging blue and her eyes bugging out. No...No, don't be a fool, Cobblepot. He couldn't let her get away that easy. He had to give her what she deserved...it was a grim satisfaction when he saw her start to choke, cough, and then suck in breath. There...good as new. He'd get her examined later, but she'd live.
Harley fell to the floor on her knees, breathing deeply and spitting blood onto his carpet. Her head hung low and she remained quiet again. She rubbed the dried blood from her cheeks and stared silently at the floor. Surely he was done. What more could he do to her?
He wasn't done. He grabbed her by the ankle once more, pulled her fast enough for a carpet burn towards him, and then went to his knees while positioning her like a bitch to be mounted.
"You think you're clever? Think you're strong?"
Harley shrieked out as he dragged her away, kicking wildly and whining, but he brought his palm down on her bottom, following through so that the slap wouldn't just tan her skin, but bruise the muscle underneath, "You're nothing! You're just a three holes, just trash. Nothing!" Hands shaking with rage that was bleeding into ardour, he opened up his pants, let free his cock. Before the penetration, he pushed his fingers between her hairless slit's lips, probing, seeing if the whore was wet, as well as checking to see if her cherry was still there.
As his fingers wriggled inside her tight, unused cunny, she could feel the tears streaking her face, smudging the makeup and stinging her cheeks. "No! You can't!" She begged and bargained, but his determination was stronger than that.
"Well, well, well... Looks like that clown was saving you for something special, was he?"
He gave her labia a pinch, pulled her closer, then began to rub the head of his cock at her entrance, "Pretty little thing like you, untouched, strong Aryan features...you'd go for a big fat stack on the market. Personally, I don't see the appeal." Slowly, slowly, he began to push, making shallow thrusts against her entrance, not yet hard enough to penetrate, but each one slowly getting harder.
"Virgins like you don't even know how to juice like a real slut. Kids are so small you can't get it all the way inside. No training, tight but without texture, no skill to milk you dry. Really...it's just the most overrated of the decadent pleasures of this world." His next thrust came in harder, too hard, and it pushed her open and forced his way inside. He felt her hymen tear, felt the hot, lubricating blood, "But this time...this time I think it's worth it."
Harley whimpered loudly, her wild kicks became more desperate as she bucked out at him, hitting his gut several times. "B-But I wanted Puddin'..." She tensed up as she felt him inside her, only tightening around the length entering her. "Please! It's not fair!"
He pushed harder, bumping hard against her cervix, and then pulled back out all the way only to push in again. She was tight, almost painfully so, but the virginal lubrication helped things. More than that, his boiling blood was getting an outlet infinitely more satisfying than just slapping and choking her. The way she was pleading, throwing away the confident trickster act, the way her pussy was tightening down on his cock...he hadn't felt this alive in a long time, not since the Bat had...
He grunted, rather forgetting how that encounter had ended for him, and focused on her.
"Poppet, I am NOTHING if not fair. I give...nnnh!" His thrusting began to go into a steady rhythm, the sounds of fleshing grinding on flesh filling the room, "...exactly what I am paid for, and take what I pay for. I own your little cunt and I own you, so what you'd better learn is to enjoy it!"
Harley yelped with each thrust, and kicked with tired, weakening legs. She closed her eyes and tried to picture Joker in his place, but it still felt wrong. She could still hear the cawing, proud laughter of Penguin behind her, which only made her tears flow faster and her sniffling louder. "I wanted Mistah J! You're the worst!"
He pulled out, then grabbed her bicep and hauled her off the floor, towards the wall. He took a seat on the closed toy chest, and then put her on his lap. Round as he was, he could still easily push into her as long as he leaned back, and he wasn't done just yet. He wanted to see her face, hear her voice close. He pushed in deep, three inches left outside as he bumped into her cervix again.
"Watch her mouth, poppet. Change that attitude now, or I'll haul your clown here, then make you watch him get his cock and balls cut off and watch him bleed out." He was already planning to do just that, or something similar. It was never enough to just strike at a person's body. No...The pain was always much sweeter when you squeezed the life from their heart, "Show some fucking gratitude that it's my cock to break that cherry of yours and not that pencil-dicked boyfriend of the bat!"
Harley squirmed in his lap, desperate to stand and leave somehow. She spat at him, square in the eye, as she pushed on his chest. She would have slapped him instead, if it weren't for the huge paw mittens on her hands. She couldn't remove them alone.
"There's ya stinkin' gratitude! Let go!"
He didn't even wince, taking it unflinchingly, wiping away the spittle and then licking it off his finger. His belly shook as he laughed, and she painfully bounced on his cock each time.
"Good, good...Ohhh...I am looking forward to this. Look there." He pointed toward the ceiling, where there was a black camera looking back down, "A lovely angle, really shows off your lithe form...and the audio quality is excellent. We'll have such fun, the three of us, watching this all together. Watching how you couldn't swallow your pride for just one moment, even if it meant saving the life of the man you seem to adore. Now, poppet, move your hips. Show me you can be my slut and we'll be the only ones to watch this again. Or don't. Keep being childish. It will surely make for a better show later..."
Harley scowled at him as she slowly starts grinding on him, moving her hips uncoordinated and untrained.
"I do this and, I swear, you so much as touch my Puddin' and next time, I'll let you kill me. You wanna keep wastin' all that money on 'trainin'' me?
More belly laughs. He was delighted, his hands around her hips, helping her along. The tightness seemed to be relaxing, what was left was just the right balance. Her clumsy movements under his guidance started to get his ardour up, and he knew he was going to cum inside of her
"Right you are. You're no good to anyone dead, so I've got to be careful with my toy."
He leaned down with his beak-nose tilted, then forced a kiss from her, pushed his tongue inside and tasted her, languidly taking his time.
"I'll break you, poppet...but I'll break you into the girl I want. No matter how you fight, no matter how you resist...I'll make you fear me, I'll make you love me, and then I'll make you desperately, fervently, helplessly need me."
Harley sneered and stared down, tears still running down her face as her hips ground. She sped up, hoping to finish him faster, but she could feel his dick moving inside her and it made her sick.
"Then you bloody leave Mistah J alone, or so help me I'll do it myself!" Her loyalty and devotion to Joker was unwavering, for the time being. He gave a sneer of pure delight.
"Of course not, poppet. As long as you listen and do exactly as I tell you, your precious clown is safe. Starting with...Ohhh...how about you tell me just how good it feels. And none of your smart mouth, you brat."
Harley huffed out and closed her eyes, quickly swallowing her pride.
"It's so deep. I can feel it all the way inside me. Please, Mistah Cobblepot.." She almost gagged as she spoke his name, but she held it down and continued. "Please use me as you see fit. Please fuck me every day. I love your huge dick.." She opened her eyes again and the illusion Joker she created in her mind to replace Oswald faded and she was greeted by his proud grin.
Each pained word escaping her lips massaged his ego more and more. Perhaps he'd send this out to the Joker, with a bit of proper editing of course. Regardless, he was at his limit. Hands squeezing her hips, he began to fuck her in earnest for the first time, roughly manhandling her for a few final moments before he tensed, filled her with his hot, sticky seed, a new and completely alien feeling as the gunk did its best to get the child pregnant.
"Pwahhh...not bad for a first time. But terrible considering the quality I expect from my whores." He pushed her off, then took a hold of one puffy blonde pigtail and began to wipe the blood and cum off himself, and onto her hair. "Leave. Selena will show you back to you room. Next time I send for you, I'll be expecting more. Hmm...perhaps it'd be easier to train that ass..."
So dismissed, he stopped paying attention to her, simply enjoying the afterglow and speaking into his phone, making arrangements. Always busy.
Harley shakily made her way out the door, bloodied and bruised and a hole in the crotch of her outfit where his seed dripped out all over the floor. She made a rude gesture as she shut the door behind her and shuddered as she stepped into the hallway, only wanting to sleep and forget everything.