I need reviews, like a hobo needs crack. Pleaaaseee pleassse. It helps me to no end. Even a simple. "oh gee, thats pretty rad." or even "Girl, you suck at life."

SOMETHING!

Also beware of the sexiness. Okay. Let's just say from here on there's going to be SOMETHING not good for baby eyes. It is rated M. and it IS the Joker. *melt*

Mad Love.

CM

The rest of the day was blur to me. I ended up being able to meet the schizophrenic, Jessica Loam. Jessica had long brown hair that hung down past her waist. It was thin and stringy, just like her body. It seemed like all of her was made out of thin pieces of nothing. I wondered how a person could go about their lives being so frail. Yes, I was tiny. But I was'nt frail.

Knocking on the counseling room, I heard a cheery "Come in!" on the other side. This room was completely different from the room where Joker and I had our...encounter. Thankfully I wasn't questioned about what happened in the room. I don't think I can make my mind go back to that just yet. Except I couldn't help but let my mind travel to what was the result of meeting him. Sam coming to my office, and me completely jumping his bones. It's not that I wasn't attracted to Sam, because who couldn't be? He tall, built and all around gorgeous. Just, something came over my body and I couldn't stop it. His eye's invaded my mind. His voice engulfed my ears so that was the only thing I could hear. It was utterly ridiculous.

I entered the room with Jessica sitting in one of the fluffy brown chairs. This room was completely different than The Joker's counseling room. Her right hand was handcuffed to the arm of the over stuffed chair. She sat there with her back straight and her legs crossed. Her big brown eyes looked up at me and she smiled. "Hello there Doctor. So nice to meet you." She then attempted to outstretch her right hand to shake mine but the cuffs stopped her. She let out a sigh and said. "I really do not care for these things. I understand why they need put them on her, but I could do with out." I sat down in another overstuffed chair across from her. "On who?" She gave a sweet smile. "Oh, on Jessica. The poor dear. She is a handful. Just the other day she started a fight with a girl who was twice her size." She shook her head and gave a little laugh. "I told her, 'Jessica, darling, she WILL hurt you.' She then proceeded to tell me, after the rather large girl stabbed her that did it so I could feel it too. But I did not. Like I told her." She gave a wave of her hand in dismissal. "And what's your relationship to Jessica...Miss?" I asked. "Oh me? Miss Venetia Poquet. Princess Venetia Poquet, actually. But I have not been called that in a very long time. So just Venetia is fine." The way Jessica held herself as Venetia was full with confidence. She spoke with a minor British accent. "Princess. Really? And, what are you do here with Jessica?" She tucked her foot behind her ankle shifting her weight. "Well, you see...where I came from I was supposed to marry this Prince from the kingdom Father was making allies with. But he was such a bland fellow. I did not fancy him one bit. And when I refused to have his hand in marriage, Father sent me far far away. And here I am." I started writing on my little pad of paper. "And thankful Jessica was to have me. She needed a backbone, the poor dear. She never stood up for herself. And I may be old fashioned, but I do know how to look out for ones self." I looked up from my paper. "So you help her out when she feels pressured or being taken advantage of?" I asked tiptoeing my way around seeing if this was a stable personality or not. She smiled that sweet smile again. "Precisely." Suddenly 'Venetia' jerked her head down so violently that her hair flew covering her face. Her head was down on her knees when she spoke. Her voice was now not as sweet. A deeper voice spoke, with an Southern American accent. "God Damn it, Venetia." Her head slowly rose and looked at me square in the eyes. She gave a sly smile and spoke. "So I guess you met the princess. I told the priss not to talk to you. She only makes things worse." I wasn't sure who I was talking to now, so I proceeded with caution. " Is Venetia harmful to you?" She let out a loud laugh. "HAH! Her? Nah, she's miss perfect. But all's she does is spit all my secrets." "Your secrets? Who are you?" She shook her head and motioned to herself. "Uh, Riley. Who else?" "Riley? Where are you from." She put up her hands defensively. "Nah nah. A pretty thing like yer'self don't need to worry about me." She moved herself with her legs spread apart and rested her left arm on her knee, her back bent. I was surprised. "So you're a man?" She let out another loud laugh. "HA! All male sweet thang. You must be new here."

I loud bang came on the door. Is this the only way we communicate here? A guard opened the door. "Times up, Doc." The large guard moved past me toward Jessica. "Aw hey Bob!" 'Riley' said jutting his hand out to the large guard. "Oh hey there ." The guard said shaking his hand. "Ready to go back to the ranch now? Let me undo these cuffs." I watched in awe. How long has she been here that the guards all know her different personalities. I have a lot of work to do. I thought to myself. I need to keep my mind away from him. That should be easy enough. He's not my patient. He's not my problem. Should be fine.

I went back to the North Wing. Back to my tiny office. The door was open a crack. Weird. I remember locking it. I slowly pushed the door open. Everything seemed to be fine. I reached my desk and heard the door slam. The light suddenly went off and it was pitch black. I was going to scream but then a large hand wrapped around my mouth. The only thing I could see was a little sliver of light at the bottom of the door. A warm large body pressed up against my back completely covering all of me. My breath hitched when a hot breath trailed down my neck. "Uh, I wouldn't scream." HIM! He was here! Behind me!

My heart was racing in my now constricting white blouse. I shook my head 'yes' obeying. "Good girl. Now..." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my back. "Now, I came here because, uh, we didn't get to have a proper conversation earlier. The large tan one broke us up too early." His other hand slowly slipped itself onto my rib cage, right under my breast. My legs started to wobble again, and I felt the same spinning feeling I did when we were in the metal room. His large hand could reach around my entire side, holding me in my place. I couldn't help but slightly melt myself into his body. "Heh, well Doc, I wanted to have a talking with you, but now...now you're making it hard for me...in more ways than one." His hand tightened pushing me more firmly against him. His hand let go of me and reached for something, in an instant I had a piece of cloth tied around my mouth. "...Just for good measure doll." The cloth was tight and uncomfortable, but all my mind could think of was his hands. His hands. He placed them both on my body now. One on my stomach and the other on my neck slightly grasping it. "I can feel your heart Doc. I-uh, can feel it here." He said moving two fingers to my jugular. "You know how easy it would be to kill you? You're so small, so easy to kill." His fingers started to trail down my clavicle now. "If I wanted to, I could. But then that would ruin all the fun-uh for me." My heart thumped so loudly I could hear it in my ears. His large fore finger trailed itself down in between my breasts that heaved in response. A muffled moan escaped from my bound lips. My hands instinctively twitched to grasp onto something. "Grab the desk." He said in a low, scratchy voice. I did as I was told and bent forward grasping the desk. I could feel all the sparks that started in my stomach work their way down. I felt him move away again and then return tieing my hands onto the desk tightly. I went to move but couldn't. He had tied my ankles to the legs of the desk as well, spread far apart. With my legs being so far apart, my skirt hiked up around my upper thighs. "Now, there's a pretty sight to see." The Joker said. His hands traveled down my back then to my bottom grasping it firmly. He then gave it a quick crack with his fingers which made the sparks in my parts turned into throbs as I stood there. I could feel myself becoming insanely wet. His fingers curled themselves under the hem of my skirt and pushed it upward exposing my white cotton panties. I could hear a grunt, but couldn't see anything. His hands traveled upward now, over my belly, then over my breasts. Molding them with one hand, his other hand unbuttoned my blouse letting it hang open. I wish I could touch him, or touch myself. The throbbing was driving me insane. I pushed back, hoping to get him to touch me in the place I need it most. "Uh, da da. You'll behave." He said tweaking my now excruciatingly taught nipples which sent me reeling back. I could feel his hardness on my bottom. His hands traveled back down over my back then to my bottom. He tried to slide my panties down, but they wouldn't budge over my spread legs. So he ripped them. Ripped them off me. Now standing fully exposed his hands cupped my bottom. I let out another muffled moan. A chuckle escaped his lips.

This was not like making love to Sam. Sam was timid and bland, where as The Joker just took what he wanted. Not that I minded at the moment. My body was reacting like it has never reacted before. I've never been this aroused in my life, and to be having a murdering psychopath making me wet was incomprehensible. But I didn't care right now, all I could think of was my bud throbbing with need. One hand stayed on my bottom and slid down under to my wetness. "Look how wet you are for me doll face. I knew we'd get along great." He said. I could hear the strain in his voice even though he was trying to cover it. His fingers glided over my wetness but never touching what I needed him to touch the most. I whimpered, nudging my bottom back again. "You want me inside you?" He asked. "You want me to fuck you? Fuck you, better than anyone has ever fucked you before?" I moaned, exacerbated. Suddenly I could feel his hardness nudging my bottom, his hand sliding away from my need. I let my forehead rest on the desk as I angled myself upward for him to enter me. But he just teased, stroking my wetness with his cock up and down always missing my bud. I thought I was going to go insane! One large hand wrapped itself into my now loose hair, grasping a handful. And with one strong tug of my hair, he entered me just as forcibly as he pulled my hair. He filled me completely. I thought I was going to cum right then. The pleasure-pain from my hair sent lightning bolts down to my nub. I needed it to be touched. He slowly pulled himself almost all the way out then slammed back into me. My moans grew louder. I tugged on my arm restraints to try and get loose to touch him. But they were tied to tight. Continuing his mind numbing pumping I didn't notice his free hand move down to my wetness. Sliding in and out, his hand worked it's magic on my bud while his other hand traveled to my painfully aroused nipple. Tweaking and rubbing, tweaking and rubbing. I could feel my orgasm coming on. I guess he did too because he leaned over my back, close to my ear and said. "You're not going to cum until I tell you you can." I moaned loudly. My aching wetness was throbbing, needing to release. Both his hands worked my painful nipples now, still pumping in and out of me with ease. I couldn't take it anymore. I moaned a 'please'. He laughed. "You want to cum, baby doll? Does it hurt when I move like this?" He said pulling all the way out and thrusting back in, grabbing a painful handful of my chest. My body was now screaming with lust! I needed to release! As he kept one hand tweaking my nipple his other hand went back to by nub. "I'm going to make you see stars!" He exclaimed, pulling all the way out, then slamming into my ass. I was so shocked I came right then. The biggest head to toe, mind numbing orgasm washed over me. He sent two fingers into my hole and thrusted back deep into my ass, spilling his seed inside of me. His cock filled up so much room in my tight virgin hole, that I came again.

That's it. I think I was his. No. I knew I was his. God save me.