The Joker's New Pet

I hope this makes up for the last chapter being so short. Smut ahead! And as always thanks for reviewing and please review more as I love reading reviews good or bad! And SilkySelkie I'm a goofball myself so I have no clue if you can add this to your favorites, but I'm going to add my email to my profile so you can shoot me an email if you ever lose it. It occurred to me that I don't mind people sending me emails. Anyway enjoy! UPDATE: I just resposted this with a few corrections from my Beta reader. Thanks stormflora ;).

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"Please, oh God please you have to find our little girl!" Barbara Gordon wailed as she latched onto the dark caped crusader, tears dripping down his hard armor. She was having a complete breakdown and her husband had to pull her back and restrain her. Jim cradled her in his arms and did his best to try and comfort her, though he couldn't hold back his own tears. The thought of what the Joker could possibly be doing to their oldest daughter was giving him the urge to vomit every five seconds.

Jim looked at Batman attentively. "Please," he couldn't hide the crack in his voice. "I'm lost. You know the Joker better than I. I….I can't do this without your help."

Bruce's years of intensive training had taught him not to show emotion when he was Batman, though inside he was tearing up as well. "I will find her," he said in his raspy voice, remembering the last conversation he had with the Gordons. He couldn't let anything terrible happen to Jim Gordon's daughter. Jim Gordon was one of his best friends, and he vowed to find Stacey.

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The Joker pulled Stacey roughly with him. Stacey started hearing gunshots behind them as the Joker's henchmen had already charged at the Bat mobile. They fired erratically at the tank, their bullets ricocheting off the armed vehicle as if they were shooting it with Styrofoam. The Joker yanked Stacey to the foot of the escalator stairs. "Gotta move faster than this kiddo," he grunted and Stacey yelped as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder with one arm. Then he dashed up the escalator to the upper level.

Stacey managed to raise her head for a moment as the Joker had her lying over his shoulder and within her bouncing vision she could see Batman already taking out a ton of henchmen on his own. Their bullets did nothing to his armor and he had already managed to knock out quite a few of them and disarm some others.

When the Joker had reached the upper level, he placed Stacey down beside him and reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the walkie-talkie thing Stacey had seen him use before. He pressed it up to his lips. "Ladies and gentleman. It appears we have a pest problem. I'm afraid the mall is invested with giant flying rats. Fear not, the exterminators will be here shortly." He spoke into the intercom and his voice echoed across the mall.

After he had spoken, a sudden army of clown snipers appeared around them on the upper level. They all began firing down at the lower level, obviously aiming for Batman. Stacey felt her heart drop, worried about the Batman's safety, but he was avoiding the bullets like a super human. He aimed his grapple gun at the upper level and managed to take out a few of them, the grapple clinging to them and pulling them over the railing. They screamed as they hit the floor, but the fall wasn't high enough to kill them. The Batman never killed. That was his rule.

Stacey watched in horror, but the Joker merely giggled, enjoying the show. She wondered why they weren't already headed for the getaway vehicle, but it occurred to Stacey that this was a game to the Joker, and he was having a delightful time watching the Batman play it. He was like the Game Master in 'Dungeons and Dragons' and Batman was the player who had to get through all of his obstacles.

Stacey gasped when she saw Tiny, the very large man who had ridden with them in the 'ice cream truck' lunge at Batman from behind. As the Batman was busy with the snipers, Tiny leapt on top of him with a warrior's cry. His massive weight forced Batman to topple over on the floor, where Tiny pinned him down like a wrestler.

The Joker now held the end of Stacey's leash with one hand, his other hand lightly stroking the back of her head. "I hope you're enjoying the show my little pet," he snickered quietly.

Stacey bit her lip, an anxious feeling swirling in the pit of her stomach as she watched Batman fight off Tiny. A man that large would have broken a normal person's ribs if he had leapt on top of them. Without warning, Stacey felt a rush of adrenalin pumping through her blood and she abruptly acted on impulse. She dashed away from the Joker, the leash being long enough to allow her to reach the railing. Her hands gripped the bar and she frantically screamed, "Batman, Batman! Erk!"

She choked as the Joker furiously yanked on her leash hard, quickly pulling her back into his arms. Both of his arms snaked around her body and his left hand covered her mouth forcefully. He brought his lips down to her ear. "Ooooh little bunny. You're in trouble again," he whispered dangerously. "Little bunnies aren't allowed to talk to strange bats. That was a very foolish move, my dear. You seem to forget your lessons very quickly, don't you? Well looks like we're going to have to have a repeat lesson later," he hissed in a low angry voice and Stacey gulped.

Down below, civilians scattered away from the battle, screaming hysterically. Batman had managed to knock out Tiny and he fell to the floor with a large 'thud.' He glanced at the upper level, eyeing the Joker who held Stacey securely in his arms, her still wearing the gothic disguise. "Joker!" he roared in his low raspy 'bat' voice.

"So Batman, we meet again!" the Joker mocked with an impression of a super villain from a comic book. "And I think we've become acquainted enough by now that you can just call me J," he giggled.

Henchmen continued to run at Batman, and he fought them off with lightening speed. "Release Stacey Gordon!" he bellowed as he knocked out a few more clown goons.

"Who's Stacey Gordon?" the Joker asked in a mock innocent voice. "This pretty little thing here is Emma Napier, and I'm afraid you can't have her because she's mine," he chortled. He held his gun up to her head and planted a big sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"Let her go!" Batman yelled again. Most of the clown goons were now lying on the floor groaning as if they were just hit by a truck.

The Joker squinted. "What? Sorry? I've just had a severe case of déjà vu. And really Bats sometimes it's impossible to understand you. Haven't you quit smoking those cigars yet? They'll have to shove a tube down your throat if ya don't. Haven't you seen that commercial?" the Joker mocked. "And I see you got a new Bat tank. So sorry about the last one," he giggled.

Cops started pouring into the hole that Batman's vehicle had opened up. They briskly ushered out the civilians, then a battle began between them and the Joker's army of clowns. The Joker leaned over the railing for a moment, still holding Stacey tightly against his chest. "Aw Bats, I was only doing a little holiday shopping. Here I got this for my best pal in the whole world." He reached in his pocket and pulled out the other half of the BFF necklace he picked up at Macy's and threw it at Batman's head. "Here. Best friends forever, eh Bats? All because you…complete me," he cackled.

Batman growled and shot his grapple gun at the railing, hooking onto it. It would be quicker than running up the escalator. "Nice to see ya again old buddy, but gotta jet!" said the Joker and he pulled the clown mask back down over his face. Then he picked up Stacey and threw her over his shoulder again. He twirled around fast and started running. Batman pulled himself up to the second level and another hoard of clown goons immediately rushed him. Meanwhile, laughing like a mad hyena, the Joker dashed down another escalator ahead to the lower level.

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Batman had managed to get through more of the Joker's henchmen and he was now chasing him through the mall. The Joker was still laughing hysterically, and Stacey was surprised at how good of shape he had to be in to be able to do that without stopping to catch his breath while running like a marathon sprinter. Perhaps maniacs had super human abilities. More henchmen ran at Batman here and there, slowing him down, but he quickly fought them off and got them out of his way. Stacey almost felt like she was in a video game. She the captured Princess, and Batman was Mario.

The Joker had sprinted passed the 'Abercrombie and Fitch' store. He halted for a moment and turned around to see the Batman angrily dashing towards him. He swiftly reached in his pocket and pulled out a detonator. When Batman had passed the store, the Joker pressed the button and 'Abercrombie and Fitch' blew up, the blast knocking Batman off of his feet sideways. Stacey, still in a tight hold over the Joker's shoulder, screamed and covered her ears. "What happened, what happened?!" she squeaked. She couldn't see at the moment because she was facing the other way.

"Hush," the Joker patted her bottom. "Just destroying a trendy store I can't stand. Them and their stupid sexy billboards and annoying incense and music pumping out at you, making you nearly pass out from the chemicals whenever you walk past their store. Uppity little preppy brats." The Joker laughed, and then twirled around and continued to run. Stacey was able to get a glimpse of Batman who had been knocked onto the floor. He was engulfed in smoke and debris from the demolished store.

Batman grunted and pushed himself back up, feeling a little dizzy from the blast. His vision came back into focus in time to see the Joker running into 'Nordstrom', still carrying Stacey.

With a dizzy Batman following them again, the Joker and Stacey now joined a group of masked henchmen. When they had lost the Batman for a few moments, the Joker turned and broke away from the crowd and headed down a hallway that led to the restrooms and an emergency exit.

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Commissioner Gordon was outside the mall with Gotham's finest and the bomb squad. Of course the bomb squad was called into action because whenever the Joker was involved, there would most likely be explosives. They had nearly the entire police force surrounding the galleria. Jim Gordon's heart was thumping loudly in his chest and making its way to his eardrums. He couldn't get his mind off of Stacey. Someone was suddenly trying to beep in on his walkie-talkie. He grabbed it and Batman was on the other end. "Gordon. The Joker is headed out the 'Nordstrom' exit." Batman's raspy voice spoke on the other end. "He has a girl with him, pulling her around on a leash, dressed in all black with black hair. I believe it's Stacey. The Joker's wearing a clown mask and dressed in gray like the other men. Keep a look out on the 'Nordstrom' side of the mall."

Gordon's heart dropped and he felt sweat develop on his forehead. On the 'Nordstrom' side of the mall, a large dark van had pulled up with no windows. A mob van. "All units keep a look out on the Nordstrom exits!" Gordon yelled. "The Joker has my daughter with him! He's wearing a clown mask, dressed in a gray suit. If you get a clear shot at his head, take him out!"

A couple of beefy mobsters exited the van with bullet proof helmets and large machine guns, ready for any cops to dare try shooting at them. They readied their guns and guarded the van. Eventually a group of masked clown men emerged from the Nordstrom exit. Cops immediately began firing at them, but the clowns fired back. "Wait!" Gordon yelled.

Within the small stampede of clowns, a tall masked man pulling a girl on a leash ran towards the van. The girl was dressed in gothic attire like Batman had said. The clowns surrounded them, protecting them until they quickly hopped into the van, the small group of men following close behind. When all were safely inside, they yanked the door shut and floored it, leaving only tire streaks behind.

Gordon barked at his men to get into the car and chase the van. All units were now in pursuit of the vehicle, which was leading them on a wild goose chase away from the galleria. It swerved and made sharp turns down every new street. At least ten cop cars were following it now. "All units be on the look out for a large white van with no windows and no license plates!" Gordon yelled into his police radio.

The cops attempted to shoot out the van's tyres, and they eventually had success with the rear ones but it didn't stop, instead curving down a narrow alley, making it more difficult for the cop cars to follow. But at the end of the alley, a large tank like vehicle appeared unexpectedly. The driver of the van slammed on the brakes, but not soon enough to keep the vehicle from crashing into the tank, totalling the front of the van.

Gordon felt ill in his gut; he hoped to God Stacey was okay. With Batman having stopped the mob van with his bat mobile, cops now swarmed around the vehicle, yelling at whoever was inside to come out with their hands up. Eventually a line of smug looking mobsters poured out of the van. Gordon felt disgusted when he saw them and wanted to know why they looked so smug. Batman got out of his vehicle and ran over to join them. The cops were shoving all the men down on the ground roughly and hand cuffing them.

But there was no sign of the Joker yet. "Come out Joker! Come out with my daughter!" Gordon yelled, still aiming his gun at the open van door. Gordon made eye contact with Batman and nodded. Batman immediately launched himself into the vehicle and firmly yanked out a tall man bearing a clown mask. He threw him on the ground hard, near Gordon's feet.

Gordon pointed the gun angrily at him. "Don't shoot, don't shoot!" the man cried. A befuddled expression crossed Gordon's face, and he kneeled down and ripped the mask off the quivering man. Gordon's stomach dropped to his knees. The man had white makeup on his face, but he clearly was not the Joker. He had no scars, just some powder smudged on his face.

Batman emerged from the vehicle, gripping a quivering girl by the arm. She was dressed all in black, with a black wig and dark sunglasses. He helped her step out of the vehicle and Gordon ran to her. "Stacey?" he said under his breath, but right away he knew she wasn't his daughter. She did not have Stacey's full lips. He pulled the wig and sunglasses off the terrified girl and dropped them to the floor. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair underneath, tied into a bun and she looked pale white.

Batman fumed. He jumped out of the van and stood over the man who had acted as a Joker decoy. He kneeled down and roughly grabbed him by the shirt. "Wherrre is he?! Where's the Joker?!" he roared in the man's face.

"P…please. I don't know where he is now. I don't work for him. I'm just an actor. Please!" the man pleaded in a panicky voice. "I…I answered a Craigslist ad. It…it said that they were looking for a man of my measurements to play a bank robber in an independent film. I answered the ad and came in for an audition. When they said I was hired, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. They forced me to do it. Please. I thought I was going to die!" the man spluttered.

The girl who was in shock finally spoke, breaking into tears. "I answered an ad too! It said they were looking for models…a girl of my measurements," she sobbed. "And then the J…Joker's men kidnapped me. When I went for an audition, they dressed me up in this outfit and put this….this leash on me!"

"Do you know anything about my daughter, Stacey Gordon? Do you know what he's doing with her?" Gordon asked the two frightened victims.

"No. Nothing about Stacey Gordon," the man said weakly. "H…he said the girl with him was named Emma Napier."

"Do you know anything you can tell us? Anything at all?" Gordon asked.

"I just wanna go home!" the girl cried.

"We'll have to take them in for further questioning," said Batman.

Gordon nodded and turned away, fighting back tears. Sudden fury flew through his veins and he started kicking one of the henchmen who was cuffed and lying on his stomach on the ground. Batman quickly restrained him and Gordon broke down in tears, pounding at Batman's chest. "Jim, Jim!" said Batman, giving Gordon a friendly buddy pat on the back. "We'll find her. I promise you."

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The Joker held Stacey tightly in his arms as he hid with her inside the Men's restroom at Nordstrom. She shivered in his grasp. He had forced her head against his chest, her face buried into his shirt. She whimpered a bit. "Sh, sh, sh," he quieted her, stroking her hair. "Oh little Stacey. We don't want to make any more noise now do we? You know you're in deep trouble again don't you? But we can't do that here. Not yet. Oh no, no, no. The lesson will have to wait until we get home," he purred in her ear and Stacey felt her stomach tie in a knot.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside of the restroom door. "Police! Come out! We know you're in there."

Stacey's heart jumped. "Commmiiing!" The Joker called in a sing-song voice. He pulled Stacey to the door with him and flung it open. Two policemen were standing casually in the hallway, not even attempting to reach for their weapons.

"Mister J, your ride's here," one of the cops said.

"Thank you Sammy. And right on time too," the Joker snickered.

Stacey glared at them in astonishment. She recognized the other one. She remembered seeing him before at her father's police station. "Officer Tom Harold?" The man didn't even bother to answer her as they escorted her and the Joker through an emergency exit and into the back of their police car.

"How about we turn on the siren so we can get you home quicker, Mister J?" said 'Sammy', the cop who was now driving the police car.

"That would be great Sammy, thank you," said the Joker nonchalantly. "And how about a little music too? I like having something playing in the background on the road." The officer nodded and turned on the radio. Massive Attack's 'Teardrop' began playing. "Oh I love this song!" the Joker said dramatically.

Stacey still glared at the cops in bafflement. "Crooked cops!" she scoffed, not being able to hold back her feelings. "How could you do this to my father, the commissioner?!"

The Joker abruptly slapped her hard on the thigh. She winced. "Atatata. Bad little girls aren't allowed to talk. You be silent now and let the grownups talk, sweetie. Or I'll take you over me knee right here, in front of the nice policemen. And you wouldn't want that now would you?" he scolded.

Inside, Stacey was irate. She wanted to reach over and wallop those cops, just for stabbing her father in the back. "Sorry Miss Gordon, but Mister J pays far more than the police force does," Officer Tom Harold said.

"Time to put your blindfold on again, buttercup," the Joker said as he tied the cloth around Stacey's eyes again so she couldn't see where they were headed. The Joker then pulled her very close to himself, and forced her to lay her head on his shoulder as he stroked her hair. She could smell his masculine scent. "Now tell me boys. Do either of you have pets? Sammy you have a dog don't you?"

"Sure do Mister J," said Sammy.

"Now tell me. How long did it take you to train it?" the Joker asked coolly. "And was it hard to train?"

"Nah. She's a mutt and a very lovable one at that. She was very easy to train." said Sammy.

"Oh really," said the Joker. "My little pet just doesn't seem to learn, no matter what I do." He patted Stacey on the bottom. Stacey growled on the inside.

"You just need to show it who's boss," said Sammy.

"Oh I intend to," the Joker said in a low voice. He gave Stacey's bottom a little squeeze and she swallowed hard.

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When they arrived back at the Joker's hideout, he pulled the blindfold off Stacey and yanked her out of the car. "Thanks for the ride boys," he said to the two cops. He reached in one of his inside pockets and pulled out a rolled up wad of hundreds. "And here's something for your trouble." He threw the wad of cash at them.

Sammy caught it. "Thank YOU Mister J," he said, and the Joker bid them a farewell as they left the estate.

He turned his attention to Stacey, who went pale. She saw the way he was looking at her. Mister Hyde was back. "You. Upstairs, now!" he roared. Of course he didn't wait for a response from her. Grabbing the part of the leash that was closest to her collar, he pulled her roughly up the stairs and kicked open the door to their bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them, and ripped the collar off of her neck. Stacey found herself being backed against the bed.

The Joker shoved her down on the bed, then crawled on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. He brought his knee up between her legs, and pressed it firmly against her pussy, causing it to throb underneath her panties. His breathing grew heavy and he panted hard in her face. She could feel his hot breath on her nose. She closed her eyes, afraid to look at his angry face. "Look at me," he ordered. She still held her eyes shut. "Look at me!" he said sharply and grabbed her face tightly with his hand. "You are mine little bunny. And you aren't going anywhere. And you are to be loyal and o-bed-i-ent," he shook her head with each syllable, "to me. And that means no running and screaming for bats to come to your…rescue. That is not what a good little girl does. Running away from her daddy like that. Very naughty princess. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson yet again. But this time, I'm going to make you wait here for it, for a little while."

He let go of her face and pulled himself off of her. He yanked her up as well and patted her rather hard on the cheek. "You can just sit in here like a good little girl and think about your coming punishment." he said piercingly, then turned on his heel and left the room, slamming and locking the door behind himself.

Stacey paced the room fretfully. Her bottom was already sore from the earlier belt spanking she had received and she really wasn't looking forward to another one. And she feared this one would be harder. For a moment, she imagined herself crawling out the window again, but of course she knew that was fruitless.

It wasn't long before the Joker returned. He was anxious to dish out a punishment, and Stacey knew he truly enjoyed them. He walked back into the room casually, bearing a nasty looking wooden bath brush. He swung it around on his finger by the rope at the end of it. Stacey's eyes bulged at the sight of it. The Joker chuckled at her reaction and he whacked the bed hard with it, displaying to her what he was about to do to her bottom. He motioned for her to come to him with his finger, "Come here little girl."

Stacey backed up against the wall. This seemed to be becoming a routine. "Please…I'll take the belt instead." Stacey whined.

"Oh, no, no, no." the Joker sighed. "The belt doesn't seem to be doing the trick now does it? Come here. Now." He had a warning tone in his voice. When she didn't respond, he stomped over to her and grabbed her arm. He sat down on the bed and firmly pulled her down with him. "You really don't know how to make this easier on yourself, do you little girl?"

Stacey gripped the bulge in his pants with her hands. She started rubbing it firmly. The Joker quickly pushed her hand away. "Oh no you don't. That's not gonna work this time little girl," he growled. "Stand up a minute," he ordered tersely. He set the brush down for a minute and yanked her to her feet. "I want you naked for this. Take off your top. And your bra. Quickly. Now." he ordered.

Stacey did what she was told, and shakily removed her top and her bra, not wanting to anger him further. "And the boots," he ordered. She removed them as well. When she was done, the Joker slid his hands over her thighs, feeling her skin through her fishnet stocking. He ran his hands up her legs, to her skirt. He gripped the waistband of her skirt, and slowly tugged it off. Then he did the same with her stockings and her panties. He ran his hands softly over her bottom, hips and pelvis. "Mmmm," he murmured to himself as if he had spotted a delicious piece of pie.

He effortlessly picked up her entire frame and sprawled her out across his lap. He pinned her down resolutely. He picked up the bath brush with his other hand and ran its smooth surface over her bare bottom, feeling her quiver at its touch. He licked his lips. "Please," Stacey pleaded, knowing it was ineffective.

"No little girl," the Joker scolded carelessly. He continued to run the brush lightly over her little bottom. Then, he abruptly yanked it away. Stacey gasped loudly and her nails dug into the bed comforter. Her entire body tensed up, waiting for a vicious whack. The Joker chuckled at her reaction. He brought the brush back down slowly and he merely patted her bottom with it. Stacey felt her heart thudding against her breast. She feared it would soon either pop out of her chest, or stop completely, resulting in her death.

The Joker rubbed and patted her bottom with the brush for a little while longer. Then he yanked it away again. "Ah!" Stacey wailed, and gripped the bed comforter once more, preparing for a good walloping. But it never came, as the Joker chuckled again and brought it back down, lightly tapping her bottom. Stacey now felt he was intentionally trying to give her a heart attack.

He continued to torture her like this for quite sometime, enjoying her psychological torment. Soon he heard sniffling coming from Stacey's direction. She was just expecting him to start whaling on her at any moment, resulting in her not being able to sit properly for a month. She was now crying into the comforter, the psychological torture being too much to bear. Waiting for it was almost worse than getting it. She just wanted it to be over with.

"Awww, poor little bunny. Shush, shush, shush," the Joker cooed in a soothing voice. He stroked and patted her head. He began to very lightly spank one cheek at a time. It didn't hurt at all. "Bad girl, bad girl," he snickered. He did this for a while, then it only got a little harder, before he put the bath brush down. Stacey's tears ceased. This loony was so unpredictable and it drove her insane.

He pulled off his gloves and switched to using his hand. His fingers lightly trailed over her bottom. She flinched as it almost tickled. He began to spank her lightly with his hand. Stacey was just waiting for it to get harder, but he seemed to be enjoying this for now. He rubbed her back and bottom, and Stacey's body involuntarily reacted to his touch. Right now, his touch was pleasant, but she was so psychologically beleaguered that it was hard to enjoy it.

His hand trailed down to her thighs and he pushed them apart. He trailed his fingers lightly over her inner thighs and then brushed them very lightly over her feminine lips. Stacey jerked and gasped. The Joker clicked his tongue. "Naughty little girl. You're wet," he snickered. He gave her bottom a good smack and she yelped. "I hope you're learning something from this…punishment." He continued to spank her lower bottom, faster at a steady rhythm but never enough to hurt. It was almost pleasurable.

Stacey's body continued to react against her will. The Joker's touch being so close to her feminine area and teasing it was resulting in it becoming unwontedly wet. Of course the Joker noticed this, and was loving every minute of it. After giving her a very long and drawn out light hand spanking he pulled her off his lap and kissed her forcefully, his tongue invading her mouth. Stacey didn't know who this was now. Doctor Jekyll or Mister Hyde, his mood seemed to shift so quickly. He seemed so angry before, but now he was being gentle again. Not that she was complaining. She was scared to death of Mister Hyde.

The Joker picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed. Then reaching into his jacket he pulled out some more fun toys. Taking Stacey's wrists, he handcuffed both of them to the bedposts with two pairs of furry handcuffs that he had stolen from the mall. "I'm going to have to show you who's boss here, little bunny. I want you completely subdued, and at my mercy. This will remind you that you are mine. I'm your daddy, your boss, and your master." He leaned in to where his nose was touching hers. "Got it?" Stacey nodded weakly. "Good."

He trailed his hands over her breasts and tummy, and planted gentle kisses all over her body. Stacey moaned. His fingers trailed down to her thighs and he lightly stroked her inner thighs, teasing her vagina. Not all of his punishments were physical; he enjoyed psychological torment the most. He stuck his finger into her wet entrance and pulling his finger out, he licked her wetness off of his finger. "Mmmm, tasty little bunny," he teased. "But such a baaad little bunny."

He brought his face down to her pussy, and began to very lightly brush his tongue over her feminine folds. Stacey fidgeted, but he grabbed her hips roughly and held her in place. "Hold still," he warned. He was determined to make her climax again, knowing that it made her feel guilty inside. It also secretly gave him an ego boost. He trailed his tongue over her very sensitive nub. It drove Stacey insane. Unwanted pleasure consumed her body and she pulled and tugged at the handcuffs, her little hands balling into fists.

The Joker felt her legs tremble and shake as she inadvertently grinded into his mouth, and she climaxed against his tongue. The Joker was pleased. He kissed her inner thighs, and stroked her legs. Stacey's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy. "We're not through yet, little bunny. Not even close," the Joker said slyly as he stood up and began undressing himself. Pulling his now naked form on top of her, he kissed her hungrily, rolling his tongue in her mouth. He brought his weight on top of her, feeling her breasts squash against his hard chest and warming her entire body with his body heat.

He pushed his hips between her legs as his fingernails lightly scraped down her sides, hips and legs. Grabbing her legs firming, he pushed himself inside her moist lips, slipping in easily. Stacey gasped at his large girth. He forced her legs to wrap around his hips and he began to slowly pound her, as he continued to kiss her forcefully. He moved his lips to her neck, and he sucked hard, giving her several hickeys.

As he was pounding her at a steady velocity he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to find your most sensitive spot precious-uh." then moved his penis around inside her, trying to find her g-spot. He took note of her body language whenever he shifted, and knew he had found a secret spot when she shivered heavily. He began pounding her faster. Stacey moaned hard. He pounded her until he felt her entire little body quivering beneath his own, and he knew she had had a vaginal climax.

He began to climax as well, and he quickly pulled out and emptied his warm fluid over her tummy. He growled and kissed her roughly on the mouth again, as he cleaned his seed off of her skin. "We really need to get you on birth control," he said gruffly. "I can't be pulling out every time…and I hate condoms." He chuckled and pulled himself off of her. Stacey felt light headed. She tugged at her cuffs and stared up at him with puppy dog eyes, waiting for him to unlock them.

The Joker leered down at her. "Sorry sweetie. I think you should just lay there for a while, to further think about what you did. Also, I'm enjoying the view," he giggled, as he dressed himself. Stacey sighed. "I'll be back in a little bit darling bunny," he said and he left the room, leaving her naked and cuffed to the bed.

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To be continued mwahaha. Oh and I can't seem to bring myself to write the Joker cumming inside Stacey without birth control. I'm so paranoid about getting pregnant in real life LOL!