Guilty Pleasure
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,761
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Guilty Pleasure-Part 2
The Joker placed one of his hands on her thighs, sliding it up until it reached the soft lips between her legs. Placing two of his fingers on the soft flesh of her lips, he pushed them inside of her. He went in deep, moving them around inside of her. He stroked at the wet flesh within, then pulled them out slowly, placing his hand on her hip as he moved the gun back between her legs. Using one of his fingers, he pulled back the delicate folds of flesh surrounding her clit, then he roughly pushed the barrel of the gun inside her. She grunted, trying to move but he grabbed her by the waist with his free hand and held onto it, digging his nails into her skin. A little cry of pain came from her lips, and he began pumping it inside of her, coatng the steel of the gun with her juices.
She whimpered beneath him as he moved the gun a little faster, beginning to enjoy the feel of the foreign object inside her. A little moan of pleasure escaped her lips, and the Joker looked up at her face, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He pushed the steel in harder, ramming it inside of her so that it pushed against her walls, and she cried out again, squirming a little beneath him. The Joker laughed as her, observing her reaction.
“Enjoying yourself,?”He asked her with a smirk.
Rebecca bit her lip to keep from making any more noise, feeling disgusted with herself for giving into him and his sick game. Increasing his speed, he continued to fuck her with the gun, watching it plunge into her, the barell disappearing, then reappeaing, covered with the wetness from inside. She felt pressure building up inside of her, but she kept telling herself that she would not submit to it. She wouldn´t let him have the pleasure of seeing the look on her face, mocking her for enjoying it.
She squirmed beneath him as he moved the gun a little faster, pusing and pulling it out of her, it´s barell wet and slppery. He kept glancing up to observe her reaction, and she struggled to kep a calm face, as he reached his other hand down to stroke at the sensitive skin surrounding the barell. Unable to hold back any longer, Rebecca let out a cry of pleasure, and he glanced up at her, laughing. She moved her hips forward, squirming uncontrollably with pleasure as he moved the gun inside of her.
“Why Rebecca, you´re positively dripping with enthusiasm! Could it be that you´re actually….getting off on this? Do you like having me fuck you with my gun,?” he asked her, a delicious smirk spreading across his lips.
She shook her head, trying to deny it but he just laughed at her.
“Oh yeah…,” he said, nodding at her. “Yes Rebecca, I think you do!”
There was a tug of war of emotions going on inside of her. She felt fear, because she knew that his finger was right next to the trigger, and that he could pull it at any time. Yet she also felt pleasure as he pumped the steel weapon back and forth, fucking her harder. Her life was in the hands of a maniac, yet she was still getting off on him burying his gun deep inside of her, and she was getting wetter with each minute.
She glanced down at his face to see that he was staring at her, and he smiled as he looked deep into her eyes, relishing the mix of emotions he knew were running through her. He loved the fact that he had her so close to death, yet was still able to hold this sexual power over her. The Joker twisted the gun inside of her, rotating it , and he watched her face as bit her lips, stifling a cry of pleasure.
Leaning over her so that his mouth was next to her ear he said “I know you´re confused by your emotions, so why don´t you just….let go! I already know you like it, so you may as well stop trying to repress yourself,!” and he nodded at her, licking his lips.
Giggling, he continued to fuck her with the gun, and she felt her hips move forward as he pushed the gun into her. Schronzing her hip mvements so that they moved forward as he pushed the gun in, she panted with pleasure.
With a grin plastered on hs face, he slowed the pace of the gun immediately. She moved her hips faster, trying to increase his speed but it only made him move the barell even slower,, almost pulling it out of her. Laughing, he teased her, moving the gun slower, watching the frustration on her face as he did it.
“Ooooo…what a fun game, huh Rebecca? But aren´t you still wondering if i´ll decide to pull the trigger,?” he said with a crazed look in his eyes.
She looked down at the gun, then looked away from it quickly, no longer able to watch him fuck her with it. He was now moving it in and out of her at an agonizingly slow speed, and she felt a tingle inside ofher as he stroked her inner thigh with a finger. She felt sparks of excitement mix with fear as he rotated the gun, wiggling the barell of the gun inside of her. He wiggled it again, pulling it out so that just barely the tip stuck inside of her.She gasped as she felt a throbbing sensation between her legs.
He pulled the barell out of her completely and said, “My..my..it seems as if you certainly did enjoy that, now didn´t you? Hmmm.. well I wonder how you´ll react to the rest of the game,” and he took one of her legs in his hand, yanking at it.
“Up, up..I want you on your knees,” he said to her.
She got up and kneeled down in front of him.
“Look up at me,” he said to her, and he lifted her head up roughly by her chin, bringing the gun down to her lips.
Open wide, now,” he said, shoving the gun into her mouth.
The barell hit one of her front teeth going in, and she cried out in pain. Laughing, he pushed the gun in as far as it would go. She closed her lips around it and struggled to keep from gagging on it as he moved it quickly back and forth.
“So….how do you taste,?” he asked her with a grin.
He moved the barell towards the back of her muth, and she gagged on the steel, struggling to mve her head back. He held her head in one hand, holding on firmly, refusing to let her move her head back. Her cries were muffled as he moved the gun around, then slid it back slowly. Slamming it back in quickly, it connected one of her back teeth, chipping it. He giggled as she cried out in pain. The muscles of her jaw ached from her mouth being wrapped around the gun, and she began to drool around the gun, her muscles tense and sore.
The Joker grinned deviously down at her. “Hmmm.. you seem to be making a bit of a mess on yourself there,” and he laughed as drips of saliva hit her shoulders.
She watched as he tightened his grip on the gun, and she saw a finger travel up from the handle of the gun up to the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut, shoulders jerking upward in fear, certain he was going to shoot her. He snickered and said “You look so frightened!
Well what´s the matter? Don´t you like my game? I find it to be a real… blast!”
Taking the gun ut of her mouth he bent down , looking at her face.
“Oh, don´t worry. I wasn´t planning on shooting you, you know. I would never end it that quickly. I prefer to take my time…you know, savor the moment. That´s where the fun really is!”
He leaned in to kiss her, and she tried to move her head away to escape his lips, but he held her tight in his grip, sliding his tongue over her lower lip, then moving it up over the top one. Then he placed his mouth over hers, kissing her roughly. As his tongue met hers, she tried to slide hers back, nut he grabbed it between his teeth, biting down hard on it. She screamed into his mouth, a salty bloody taste mixing with her saliva. He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, and giggled at her pain.
A grin tugged at his lips and he said, “Well i´m enjoying this, aren´t you?”
Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her up to her feet and took her by her tied wristss, pulling her after him.
“Come along, my dear,” he said.
Reaching the table, he pushed her over it, her arms stretching across the cold surface of the damaged wood. She stood bent over the table, and he began to disrobe quickly, pulling at his tie, slipping it off, then unbuttoning his vest. After he took off his shirt, he brought his hands down to his pants, taking them off quickly, then stepping out of them as he removed his shoes and socks. He walked over to her, blade in hand and gripped her by the shoulder with one of his strong hands..
She whimpered beneath him as he moved the gun a little faster, beginning to enjoy the feel of the foreign object inside her. A little moan of pleasure escaped her lips, and the Joker looked up at her face, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He pushed the steel in harder, ramming it inside of her so that it pushed against her walls, and she cried out again, squirming a little beneath him. The Joker laughed as her, observing her reaction.
“Enjoying yourself,?”He asked her with a smirk.
Rebecca bit her lip to keep from making any more noise, feeling disgusted with herself for giving into him and his sick game. Increasing his speed, he continued to fuck her with the gun, watching it plunge into her, the barell disappearing, then reappeaing, covered with the wetness from inside. She felt pressure building up inside of her, but she kept telling herself that she would not submit to it. She wouldn´t let him have the pleasure of seeing the look on her face, mocking her for enjoying it.
She squirmed beneath him as he moved the gun a little faster, pusing and pulling it out of her, it´s barell wet and slppery. He kept glancing up to observe her reaction, and she struggled to kep a calm face, as he reached his other hand down to stroke at the sensitive skin surrounding the barell. Unable to hold back any longer, Rebecca let out a cry of pleasure, and he glanced up at her, laughing. She moved her hips forward, squirming uncontrollably with pleasure as he moved the gun inside of her.
“Why Rebecca, you´re positively dripping with enthusiasm! Could it be that you´re actually….getting off on this? Do you like having me fuck you with my gun,?” he asked her, a delicious smirk spreading across his lips.
She shook her head, trying to deny it but he just laughed at her.
“Oh yeah…,” he said, nodding at her. “Yes Rebecca, I think you do!”
There was a tug of war of emotions going on inside of her. She felt fear, because she knew that his finger was right next to the trigger, and that he could pull it at any time. Yet she also felt pleasure as he pumped the steel weapon back and forth, fucking her harder. Her life was in the hands of a maniac, yet she was still getting off on him burying his gun deep inside of her, and she was getting wetter with each minute.
She glanced down at his face to see that he was staring at her, and he smiled as he looked deep into her eyes, relishing the mix of emotions he knew were running through her. He loved the fact that he had her so close to death, yet was still able to hold this sexual power over her. The Joker twisted the gun inside of her, rotating it , and he watched her face as bit her lips, stifling a cry of pleasure.
Leaning over her so that his mouth was next to her ear he said “I know you´re confused by your emotions, so why don´t you just….let go! I already know you like it, so you may as well stop trying to repress yourself,!” and he nodded at her, licking his lips.
Giggling, he continued to fuck her with the gun, and she felt her hips move forward as he pushed the gun into her. Schronzing her hip mvements so that they moved forward as he pushed the gun in, she panted with pleasure.
With a grin plastered on hs face, he slowed the pace of the gun immediately. She moved her hips faster, trying to increase his speed but it only made him move the barell even slower,, almost pulling it out of her. Laughing, he teased her, moving the gun slower, watching the frustration on her face as he did it.
“Ooooo…what a fun game, huh Rebecca? But aren´t you still wondering if i´ll decide to pull the trigger,?” he said with a crazed look in his eyes.
She looked down at the gun, then looked away from it quickly, no longer able to watch him fuck her with it. He was now moving it in and out of her at an agonizingly slow speed, and she felt a tingle inside ofher as he stroked her inner thigh with a finger. She felt sparks of excitement mix with fear as he rotated the gun, wiggling the barell of the gun inside of her. He wiggled it again, pulling it out so that just barely the tip stuck inside of her.She gasped as she felt a throbbing sensation between her legs.
He pulled the barell out of her completely and said, “My..my..it seems as if you certainly did enjoy that, now didn´t you? Hmmm.. well I wonder how you´ll react to the rest of the game,” and he took one of her legs in his hand, yanking at it.
“Up, up..I want you on your knees,” he said to her.
She got up and kneeled down in front of him.
“Look up at me,” he said to her, and he lifted her head up roughly by her chin, bringing the gun down to her lips.
Open wide, now,” he said, shoving the gun into her mouth.
The barell hit one of her front teeth going in, and she cried out in pain. Laughing, he pushed the gun in as far as it would go. She closed her lips around it and struggled to keep from gagging on it as he moved it quickly back and forth.
“So….how do you taste,?” he asked her with a grin.
He moved the barell towards the back of her muth, and she gagged on the steel, struggling to mve her head back. He held her head in one hand, holding on firmly, refusing to let her move her head back. Her cries were muffled as he moved the gun around, then slid it back slowly. Slamming it back in quickly, it connected one of her back teeth, chipping it. He giggled as she cried out in pain. The muscles of her jaw ached from her mouth being wrapped around the gun, and she began to drool around the gun, her muscles tense and sore.
The Joker grinned deviously down at her. “Hmmm.. you seem to be making a bit of a mess on yourself there,” and he laughed as drips of saliva hit her shoulders.
She watched as he tightened his grip on the gun, and she saw a finger travel up from the handle of the gun up to the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut, shoulders jerking upward in fear, certain he was going to shoot her. He snickered and said “You look so frightened!
Well what´s the matter? Don´t you like my game? I find it to be a real… blast!”
Taking the gun ut of her mouth he bent down , looking at her face.
“Oh, don´t worry. I wasn´t planning on shooting you, you know. I would never end it that quickly. I prefer to take my time…you know, savor the moment. That´s where the fun really is!”
He leaned in to kiss her, and she tried to move her head away to escape his lips, but he held her tight in his grip, sliding his tongue over her lower lip, then moving it up over the top one. Then he placed his mouth over hers, kissing her roughly. As his tongue met hers, she tried to slide hers back, nut he grabbed it between his teeth, biting down hard on it. She screamed into his mouth, a salty bloody taste mixing with her saliva. He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, and giggled at her pain.
A grin tugged at his lips and he said, “Well i´m enjoying this, aren´t you?”
Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her up to her feet and took her by her tied wristss, pulling her after him.
“Come along, my dear,” he said.
Reaching the table, he pushed her over it, her arms stretching across the cold surface of the damaged wood. She stood bent over the table, and he began to disrobe quickly, pulling at his tie, slipping it off, then unbuttoning his vest. After he took off his shirt, he brought his hands down to his pants, taking them off quickly, then stepping out of them as he removed his shoes and socks. He walked over to her, blade in hand and gripped her by the shoulder with one of his strong hands..