A Trade Off

Fearful emerald orbs stare up at him as his own darkness locks on with hers. Feeling the nails of his fingertips dig ever so slightly into the half-willing flesh. A slight inhale from the one laying against the cold mattress. The fun is beginning, watching as those eyes try to figure out if she’ll die tonight. D.J. is still heavily drunk and the Joker, well he is enjoying every minute of it. It’s out of his character to think about the lust, the wanting of the flesh.

“Tell me, D.J., what is greater?” His index finger performing small circles on her taunt abdomen, “Your fear of dying or your will to live?”


She swallows harshly, “B.. both.”


“Thought you’d say that.” He says as he squats down, his dark eyes scanning the lovely skin.


D.J. remains on the mattress, her gaze staying upon the ceiling even as she feels his hands grip her thighs tightly and pull her closer to the edge of the plush bed. A small wave of shivers overcome her senses as she feels the hot breath dance around the most sensitive of areas. Then the cool serpent like muscle glides from the scarred mouth to tickle the pearl of her most private spot. A gasp and raised brows comes from the woman with everything about this night riding on the line of her life.

Lids flutter shut as that tongue whips out and around the precious flower that women hold so dear. But this night isn’t about giving her pleasure. It’s all a game and the need to refill his sexual appetite for another six months. As his ears continue to pick up the small moans and gasps, his hand travels underneath the mattress to pull out a silver friend. He glances over to the weapon as it glints so beautifully in the moonlight. With his mouth still tasting the juices the body flows, he lifts the weapon to her upper thigh as he holds it there momentarily as he feels himself growing harder and harder knowing that there will soon be blood.

Blood and other bodily fluids to end this insatiable night.

Another hand comes up to press down on her stomach, his mouth still at her entrance, as the blade is suddenly in the flesh. She suddenly screams out in pain, eyes clenched shut as she thrashes about doing greater damage to herself than he is at the moment. He never once moved the knife once inside of the skin; With her body moving to escape the horrible pain it is creating it’s own zigzagged pattern. Finally he removes the knife after it being in the body for no more than five seconds, he stands tall with a smile and envious eyes.

The clear tears race down her cheeks, as her body is curled slightly on it’s side with both hands covering the fresh wound. He can tell that she is trying hard not to sob violently as she tries to make out the torn flesh. “You… you bastard.”

“What? Oh! Were you under the impression that nothing was going to happen to you in the uh, heat of our moments?” He smirks as he grabs a cloth to clean the crimson liquid from the blade.

The cut isn’t deep, surprisingly with all the bucking and thrashing. However, stitches are required. He leaves her for a few seconds as he walks into another room and reemerging with a box that is clearly full of First Aid material. “Guess I should have brought these out sooner,” He says as he looks through the box.

D.J. sees black, nothing else. Eyes are clenched shut as she feels the life force of her body spilling out. Her hands, both thighs, and even parts of her abdomen and arms have blood coating the skin. Her drunken stupor has just been taken down a notch due to the force that tore her flesh apart. Rough hands grab her own as they toss them away from the place of injury. Her eyes snap open as she instantly swings, cracking the Joker in the jaw. He grunts yet laughs as he pushes her body down, fingers digging into the wounded skin.

“You want to sit and let this bleed or you gonna let me stitch you up, little girl?”

She howls in pain as the thick fingers slam into the open wound. Her breathing is harsh, haggard even. She allows her back to hit the mattress as she clenches her eyes shut. The pressure upon her leg is lifted as he moves away to grab a needle and the tough thread to pull the parted skin back together. She sucks in air through clenched teeth as the needle pierces her skin soon followed by the object to sew the flesh together. The man is taking his slow time to close the first, but not the last, wound of the night.

“Pain’s a funny thing, ya know?” As he continues to perform the task of repair, “Some people are easy to sustain the feeling,” He glances up to the hands clenching the sheets, “Able to hide it even though they know every slice; Every stab…” He reaches down with his teeth to bite the tough thread, “Could be the end of the person.”

“So much pain can force a person into anything,” He takes peroxide onto a cotton swab and rubs it upon the wound, “Like you.” He glances to her as he throws the swab over his shoulder as his fingers trace his handiwork.

His fingers meet some of the wet blood as he smears it upon the flesh he wants to devour. He stands at the edge of the bed, legs parted as his form stands between them. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand. If this girl wants to survive tonight, she’ll have to be as rough with him once he is done filling his insatiable bloodlust. She might even have to bleed dry, almost, for the wanting of her life’s essence to be met. His face holds no emotion were as D.J.’s holds fear. He’s said it before about the knife’s impact on seeing who a person really is. Her will to live, to him, is a bit greater than her fear of death. People now a days would rather die a quick death than a slow death. Yet even in the act of performing a slow torture some human’s have it in them to pull through as they yearn to see the next day.


Bloody fingers trail across her thigh as they meet her opening once again. A single finger glides itself into the inner folds of her being. He twirls it around, tickling the sensitive nerves that beg to be touched. The look on the young woman’s face reads anger, fear, pain, and confusion. Struggling to know this is bad so she mustn’t acknowledge it with a moan but knowing the feeling is something she wants more of.

You, D.J. Johnston, are one fucked up creature.

He leans into the bed, a knee coming to the side of her body as he leans down with his free hand smoothing back the dark tendrils. It leaves the softness of her hair as a hand falls upon her chin, gripping it and yanking it straight as his lips crash upon her own. She opens her mouth willingly, afraid if she didn’t, as he takes in everything about her. The finger turns to two as he moves his hand in and out of her wet cunt, a thumb coming up to flick the bud of her flower. A hand comes up to the nape of his neck as she pulls him closer to her causing the fingers to exit her cavern and press down into the sheets of the bed. It has to be a good fuck and if it isn’t she’ll lose her own life.


She raises, their mouths still connected, as she moves her body to allow herself to be on top and the sadistic clown on the bottom. Now, in her mind, she is in control of any pain delivered. She breaks the kiss to send a fist crashing into his jaw. The Joker’s head snaps to the right, the shock of pain engulfing his senses. Yet he knows that she has begun to figure the puzzle out to save her life. He looks back upon her, lips turned upward in that smile. Once again another hit comes down to his lip, splitting it in half. The girl does pack some power behind her punch. His calloused hands come to find their way back upon the nude slender hips, nails digging into the skin. Her heat feels the bulge masked by those purple slacks every time she moves for either a kiss upon the lips or a bite upon the thick skin of his neck.

His hands creep up along her back, scratching and rubbing ever so slightly. His eyes are shut at he feels the soft wetness of her tongue come out and run itself ever so lightly along the outer region of his ear. Nails dig into her back, arms tightening around her to bring her bare chest closer to his own. The warmth of her body feels nice, the scent of her hair is intoxicating. Yet as soon as those thoughts occur to the genius mind he instantly grabs unto her hair and throws her from the bed; Her body landing in a piled heap. She tries to stand on her own yet he bounces off of the mattress and sinks his fingers into those soft tendrils once more.

He stands about a foot or two from the bed as the Joker has his victim for the night standing on her bloody knees. A hand travels downwards as he unbuttons his pants and in a ‘wisssh’ the zipper comes down to reveal a small clump of dark blond curls staring at her face. He hand not fastened upon her hair pushes the purple slacks down to his ankles, his own member springing at attention. It slaps her playfully against the mouth as she tries to recoil only to be yanked forcefully towards the piece of erect flesh. His hold upon her doesn’t leave room for her to move her head too much but emerald eyes glance up to the pale-painted face only to reveal zombie like eyes staring down at her. She knows what he wants her to do and the fear of being impaled by a foreign object overwhelms her senses.

Her small hand comes up to grasp the base of the shaft in her hands, gripping it firmly- imagining how he’d like it. Eyes stare at the head with it’s delicate pink color, beckoning for some sort of release. She comes closer, lips parted slightly as a kiss is planted upon the soft in texture flesh. The tensing of the body is an indicator to show that he liked it, even though he doesn’t have a heart. Pushing his hips forward, she knew what the Joker wanted. D.J. opens her mouth to allow his hard member to violate the cavern, pushing in and out ever so slightly. Soft moans and hums were added to the mix. Her eyes remain closed, not daring to look upon the clown as he indulges in his own pleasure.

“Pain is… Oh!,” He exclaims, “Another man’s pleasure,” He states.

He wants some sort of pain during the blow job of a lifetime. As he thrusts outwards, her teeth come into contact with the underside of his delicate skin. A slight jump and sharp inhale proves that this is what he wanted. The trade off doesn’t allow herself to grate his throbbing member ever to often; A suck here, a suck there and then the teeth. It isn’t every man a woman, or girl, meets in which they enjoy the harsh ivory upon their most precious member. The burning bush of blond comes into contact each time he drags his “Little Joker” in and out of her mouth. The thrusts become harder and harder, on the verge of spilling his demonic seed inside of her open cavern yet he stops.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” He brings his dick from his mouth as he hears her gag slightly, “The night is young and I haven’t even been able to have fun with that warmth of yours.” She hears him chuckle.

She kneels there, her bloody knees resting against the cold floor as the salty taste remains in her mouth. The sounds of old, leather shoes hitting the floor reaches her sound of hearing as the discolored socks land upon them. Once again, his calloused hands grab upon her arms as he throws her to the bed.
“You know,” the Cupid flicks out seemingly out of nowhere, “I can’t help but think when I was ramming your throat…” He stops to stare maliciously at the blade and back at the young girl laying against the mattress- eyes opened wide, “Your eyes were shut. You weren’t… thinking of someone else, were you?”

He asks as he walks to the bed, a single bare leg edging it’s way through her legs, knife lingering towards her mouth. “No… No. You were too big that… that I had to shut my eyes instead of screaming in the.. Pain you caused me…”

Was it a lie or not? He is slightly larger in girth than another man D.J. has come in contact with. He is about six inches, the norm in standards now, but the width… Every person is born ‘blessed’ with something… He is wide enough to make this woman moan in pure ecstasy. But as she felt the piece of flesh rams down her throat she questioned if he would even make this night worth her while to risk her own life.

His hold upon her hair is released as he tosses her to the ground with ease, thanks to the alcohol following through that system of hers. This night is nothing other than pure violence and sex. Her hands stop her face from making contact with the actual ground but as she tried to get up, she felt the sole of a shoe keep her in place upon her back, the purple slacks still hanging around his ankles. “Try and get up.”

He tells her this knowing that she won’t be able to with the pressure he will surely place upon her. Hands touch the cold ground as she attempts to do as he says but a hard force moves her back to the ground without any effort.

“You’re not weak like you may think, D.J.,” He tells her as he presses her back further towards the ground, “There are people who allow things to happen because they are scared of what may happen… You’re just like the other mindless citizens that walk around Gotham,” She lets out a cry of pain as she feels he is going to separate her spinal cord.

“Weak. Powerless. And no mind,” He spit’s the venomous words out as if they meant nothing. “But you have the power to change all that tonight,” He removes his foot as he squats down to grab a hold of her pointed chin to make her look at him.

“Show me how bad you want to live. Show me that fight I saw in you earlier tonight kitty-cat.” His demon tongue comes out to lick his lips violently.

She winces slightly as his grip upon her chin becomes stronger, feeling as if he already bruised that area. He begins to rise, hand still gripping her thus making her come up the same time he does. Once the two were standing his dark eyes glance down to her breasts as a hand comes up holding the legendary Cupid that he favors so much. The blade extracts itself as it moves closer to her collarbone, cutting it ever so slightly just to see the beautiful red spill forth. It takes everything in her not to scream out in pain. The tears well up in her eyes, her lips quiver, yet she remains silent. He notices her hands turning into clenched fists and he just gives her that smile.

“Beautiful color, ain’t it?”

She remains silent but feels a sharp sting on her cheek, “When I ask you a question… I expect you to answer.” His voice dangerously low.

If looks could kill, this clown would have been dead a million times over. He notices this and merely giggles as he grabs her left arm and throws her into the bed. Her face hits first, followed by her stomach. She tries to move to get up but that calloused hand comes down upon her back. His fingers glide along her entrance, flicking ever so slightly across that nub. This causes her body to jerk slightly and a small gasp to escape those bloody lips. He lowers himself down once again, his hot breath pressing against her opening. Slight shivers run down her spine as the cool tongue parts the lips once again. If she wasn’t turned on before, she is now. He knew that the tension between the two was bad so he had to fix it somewhat before he took her. When he saw that her hands clenched the bed sheets, her hips raised so that he may continue is when took his mouth away from her hot folds.

A hand comes down to land on the mattress, beside her body, as the other one is grasped tightly around his engorged member. He moves closer to her, the head of his penis brushing ever so slightly against her opening. This caused a slight smirk to play upon his face as in return D.J. lifted her hips even higher, beckoning for him to place himself inside of her. Without much more hesitation, he shoves himself inside of her violently. The rather vocal moan that escapes the swollen lips of the girl beneath him encourages him to pull out ever so slightly and slam back into her with the same force as before. Her lids clench shut tightly as he begins to move and forth; In and out with a quick and forceful pace.

A hand runs up the curve of her back as his fingers lock themselves in those long locks. He pulls as she is forced to lift herself up to help alleviate the pain. Her body rocks in motion as he pounds so unmercifully into her. What makes him go even quicker is the shouts of pain and pleasure all muddled into one from the precious lips of his concubine for the night. He pulls even harder on her hair to make her stand up completely, his member still wrapped tightly inside of her. Her back hits his slightly damp chest as an arm wraps around her waist to keep her up and a hand around her throat to amp up the pain and pleasure mix. He begins to squeeze, hearing the gasps of air escaping her throat as she tries to moan from the forceful hips.

“You like this don’t you?” He whispers in her ear as he slams his hips into her once more.

“Y-yes!” She is able to say though his hands are closed in around her throat.

“You like that I’m a murderer,” He moans as he feels her walls tighten around him, “And that I’m fucking that wet pussy hmmm?”

“Uh… huh!” She says with lids clenched shut.

Suddenly he pushes her back upon the bed, his flesh coming out of her warm folds. She lands with a slight whimper of sorrow as she hit’s the cool mattress. But there was no time to move as a hand grips a hold of her arm. He moves her so that D.J. was laying on her back, able to look at the melting face of the Joker. He moves his legs slightly as he kicks his shoes, socks, and those trademark pants from his legs. A hand grips upon the nape of her neck as he bring her head up, her lips up to crash upon his own. He knows the pressure hurts slightly as he has busted her lip in at least two places tonight. This encourages him all the more as his tongue, tinted with a slight tangy taste, enters her mouth.

He moves his body to where his back is laying against the cool sheets, head supported by large pillows. D.J. didn’t need to be told what to do as she climbs a top of him, their mouths still embracing one another. She feels his hot flesh touch her bottom as she tries to lower herself upon him so that she may wrap him up in that fiery heat. But he breaks the kiss as his hands stop her hips from locating his Lil’ Joker. A hand comes down to the base of his shaft as he forces the young woman’s hips down. Only where he is planning on entering is something not even she thought would occur.

“Wha-” She begins to question until she feels the head brush against her other tight hole.

“What? You thought I’d only use your mouth and pussy tonight?” He smiles as dark chuckles escape his throat, “No, no, no… I plan on taking full advantage of every hole you’ve got. Don’t worry, kitty-cat, you’ll get used to it sooner or later.”

And with that last word said, his dick completely impaled her ass. D.J.’s head whips back as she cries out in pain. Her nails sink into the lean biceps of the man below her. He honestly doesn’t care if this hurts her. This is about [b]him[/b] taking pleasure in whatever he may want. She is the vessel that sacrificed her night to save a friend. Such great heart, great character, no?

The tears fall down her cheeks as he continues to thrust in and out of her, harder than before. Her head is bowed, hair concealing her face in certain parts. This doesn’t concern the man below her as his eyes have since rolled to the back of his head with the black lids covering them. He does feel a small wetness hit his chest as he knows what it is. The pain is too much. Normally if one were to experience anal there would be something that actually leads to it but he honestly doesn’t care if it feels good to her or not; It feels good to him and that is all that matters. Tiers part open as his tongue comes out to touch his lips as his hands push up and down in a fluid motion against her hips. His thrusts are in sync to the way he is moving her. D.J. is completely powerless to what is happening now as it shows that she isn’t moving her body at all. It is all him giving himself this pleasure.

He feels him on the verge of spilling that deadly seed inside of her but he stops quickly. He exits her as she gives a slight cry. Pushing her off of him, he stands and walks to the bathroom in where she assumes he is cleaning himself off. There is nothing on his dick but he has heard bacteria can be transferred to that heat in which he plans to penetrate next. He walks out as he sees D.J. is still recovering from that horrid pain.

“Aww… did I hurt you?” He asks as he takes her head and places it upon his abdomen, rubbing his fingers through her hair.

“Just now that, that could have just saved your life, my little concubine.” He tells her as he still feels the warm tears run along his stomach.

And just like that he switches. He throws her back down with a smack upon her face, “Don’t get all weepy-eyed on me now!” He giggles ever so slightly, “I’m not done yet.”

He parts her legs roughly as he gets in between them, lowering his mouth down upon hers. Once again the fire in their kiss sparks a whole new game in each being. Though tears still flow from the emerald eyes, a hand wraps itself around the nape of his neck. Once again the delicate folds are impaled as he shoves himself inside of her once again. Her beautiful eyes snap open as she moans into his mouth. He begins to thrust himself inside, never soft. He breaks their kiss as his hands keep him hovering above her, inches away from her face. Her long, slender legs wrap around his hips as he grunts. She moans loudly as she forgets the pain that he caused her in another area. This is what pleasure feels like.

The rage and pain that he knew for so long was able to transfer onto her and others as he pounds their insides until they were raw. Tonight is all about pure, raw, pleasure and pain. The two meld together so nicely- As if they were marital material. It goes along with happiness and sadness; Mania and Euphoria.

He keeps going and going. Never stopping nor relenting when she would cry out in pain. He wants his release tonight and there is one thing stopping him from achieving it. He feels the sensation coming up within him yet there is one thing he needs. A hand slips underneath a pillow that goes unnoticed to D.J. as she is too wrapped up in the pleasures of the flesh. His hand connects with a certain metal as his cold hands grasp upon the handle. He moves her quickly from the bed to against a wall where he continues to edge closer to that release. He feels it and just as the young woman is on the verge of having her own orgasm a blade comes up and slashes the delicate throat.

Blood sprays his face as she is still alive but soon dead. The look in her eyes as well as the arterial spray hits his face, neck, and chest as he soon cums deeply inside of her. He exits her quickly as her body falls to the floor. She tries to speak but as he stares down at her, the life exits her eyes. The last image she saw was the smile, drenched in blood.