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Harley pried open his shirt with great force sending the buttons all over the room and rubbed her hands all over his chest she had been dying to touch forever.
He growled at her touch the built his long frustration that he has had for her since he first saw her.
He yanked the rest of the shirt off then pulled the chains off of his neck, he pulled her by the legs to lay her out on the bearskin rug, he pulled the dress over her head revealing her naked body which he stood up on his knees and gazed at her goddess like pearlesque body.
He growled and attacked her mouth pulling her as close to him as he could, he kicked off his shoes then stood to pull his pants off to reveal his hardened length she only saw once before limp and in shadow.
It was already leaking in heavy arousal, he got resituated roughly pulling her legs apart and he went right for it, rubbing his juice along her slit.
She smiled at the sizzling feeling. "Enjoy it." She smiled in heavy breaths in a challenge, he drove himself home.
She arched her back in painful pleasure as he groaned at her virginal tightness being torn apart by him. He didn't even know but that made it even more pleasing to him knowing that she belonged solely to him.
He didn't waste time and began heavy thrusting, using her blood and his arousal as lube. She moaned holding him close as he pounded into her he kissed her neck rubbing his hands along her torso squeezing and tweaking her breasts awakening her inner bad girl.
She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him as deep as she could, he grasped her close and hunched over as he gave his best orgasm of his life sending his long waiting spunk right up into where it rightfully belonged.
He kept coming sending as much as he could not spilling a drop as her uterus opened up for his punk to fill her up good.
The intense heat flooded her womb even up into her ovaries, he kept up his pace and just kept cumming, finally the friction against her clit and her insides ignited her own orgasm she held him close as he latched onto her nipple.
She screamed at the best orgasm of her life.
Harley laid on his chest, they both were still coming down from their orgasms, her head was spinning, the bear rug was wrapped around them.
"Honey?" She heard him say in his tender voice.
She looked up at him and he looked down at her.
"Its time for you to get your first tattoo." He said making her hum at him.
"Everyone in my crew gets a commemorative tattoo as part of their initiation." He said challengingly.
"You do it." She challenged, he smiled then sat up bringing her with him, he brought out the gun and had the colors in small tubs around them, she sat in front of him as he prepared the gun, he dipped it in a dark red ink and closed in on her face using his fingers to turn her face to the side he carefully but very skillfully spelled out the word 'ROTTEN'.
Looking in the mirror she saw how great she looked, she turned and smiled then took the gun from his hand and said "My turn."
She closed in on his head and had him lightly bow as she used delicate cursive to write out the word 'Damaged' on his forehead.
He looked at the mirror and loved what he saw, then he took the gun again and made a small lopsided heart on the cheek that held the word 'ROTTEN'.
Once the heart was finished she was about to look but instead he pulled her face back to his where he kissed the new tattoo, she moved to put his mouth to hers, he kissed down her body and picking up the gun she would fins random places to put tattoos and different shapes, sizes, and even erotic places, but his favorite was when he chose right above her cunt where he spent a good hour and smiling up at her while she had a thrilling arousing experience as he made 'Lucky you with fabulous cursive then adding a lovely frame of doodles.
Once done he put it aside and kissed it and licked it causing a great arousal for her, she sat up making him move down to kiss and lick her slit as she grabbed the gun and put more tattoos on his back.
Harley woke up still on the bearskin rug, but her body was red from many tattoos, while her womanhood had been ravished and claimed as property of Joker.
She was exhausted and feeling so stiff, looking over she saw Joker at his desk, dressed and working with the rising sun behind him.
She turned over and caught sight of her in the mirror, long gone was the goody girl that listened to her mother, now she remembered something.
"Mistah J?" She asked to gain his attention.
He looked over at her and gave a small smile at his conquest of the good Doctor.
She sat up and he watched as the bearskin rug fell from her body very artistically her long hair out of their ponytails and made her look like an angel.
"I want to thank you." She said suddenly making his attention snap up at her.
"For what?" He asked almost defensively for the nice accusation.
"You set me free." She said in a light daze.
The recognition lighted his eyes and he got up to kneel in front of her she looked up at him and caressed his face.
"And thank you for calming me as a child when I was admitted." She completed her confession.
"Your welcome." He said closing in on her and suddenly he yanked her dress back over her head, he laughed in comedic joy at her frazzled look on her face.
She quickly followed matching his laughter as she finished dressing herself.
She sat up a little to let the skirt fall around her waist and then tried to stand but instantly fell back down grasping her stomach.
"Yeah your gonna be in pain for a while. I thrashed you hard." He confessed with great pride.
She fell back on her back to catch her breath, "That and you filled me up good." She said seductively looking up at him through half lidded eyes, exhaustion was easily slipping in again.
Joker looked down at her as she began to slip back into unconsciousness, he turned around and went back to work occasionally looking back at her sleeping form.