The Joker's New Pet

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Stacey spent most of the night listening to the quiet breathing of the Joker beside her. She barely moved all night, and her stomach turned as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. He was so close, and whenever she flinched he’d cling onto her tighter in his sleep. She had even tried to carefully wiggle her way out of his grasp once, but he seemed to be a light sleeper, and half awake he said “No, no, no. Go to sleep.” All she could do was yell off curse words in her head. One would suppose the Joker had to sleep with one eye open. She assumed there were many people out there who wanted his head on a platter.



It was about six in the morning when Stacey finally nodded off from exhaustion. Her body couldn’t stay awake any longer and it just shut itself off. She awoke abruptly about six hours later at the sound of a door shutting. Sitting up like she had been shocked in the back, the Joker stood above her and laughed after shutting the door behind him. He was already dressed and had a full face of makeup on. “You’re awake early. At the crack of noon,” He chuckled.



“Not like I slept all night,” Stacey mouthed almost sarcastically and quickly put her hand over her mouth at the tone of her own voice.



“Watch your tone with me young lady!” The Joker hissed and Stacey felt herself flinch, expecting him to smack her, but he didn’t. The Joker only smiled after his harsh scolding. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or you’d be tasting my leather belt on your backside doll face.” He seemed to enjoy threatening her with spankings. It was obviously one of his biggest fetishes. He knew why he enjoyed it. He loved how women were so weak and easy to dominate. He was a control freak, and watching a woman squirm just from a mere paddling with his bare hand thrilled him.



“You see, I’ve already had a fulfilling morning,” Said the Joker. “If I can’t wreak a little havoc in the morning, well, my day just isn’t complete.” He giggled.



Stacey felt her stomach growl and the Joker could hear it from across the room. He laughed. “Is my little baby hungry?” He smirked.



Stacey growled within herself. “Starving actually.”



“Well then. I suppose, since you’ve been so good with not trying to escape last night, I could see if we have any bunny food in the kitchen,” He laughed. “But it will have to be after I have a little…talk with a possible rat in the house.” With those words, he played with his knife in his hand, and Stacey gulped. “Be back in a few sweetie pie.” He left the room again, closing the door and locking it. Stacey didn’t want to think about what he left to do. She was a little rested now, and her mind began racing again. She really needed to get out of there. He told her he wouldn’t use his knife on her, but for all she knew he could snap at any moment and stab her to death when she least expected it.



She went to the bathroom and found her panties still on the floor along with her pants. She grabbed them and put them both on, relieved he hadn’t ripped them to shreds like he did with her shirt. She didn’t wanna try to escape half naked. Scouring the room, she looked for any possible weapon she could find. She flung the top drawer on the dresser open, and scrunched her nose as she searched trough a bunch of girlish clothes he obviously had gotten for her. Who knew where. He probably robbed a mall on the way home that night. Nothing in there. She flew open the second drawer. More little girlish clothing.



She cringed when she opened the bottom drawer. It was chalk full of paddles, big and small, some leather, some wooden. Rulers, hair brushes, riding crops, all things he clearly wanted to use on her poor bottom. “Sick bastard,” she muttered to herself. That sick boiling feeling in her stomach returned, partially from hunger, but she could almost faint from her nerves as her mind went over what would happen if she failed on her second escape attempt.



She stared out the window again. Obviously, it was locked and henchmen still patrolled the yard. Also, she was on the second floor up. She would have to break the window and climb down the tree without anyone seeing her in broad daylight. Fat chance. Just then, she heard the doorknob wiggle. She flew onto the bed not wanting to make him in the least suspicious of her thoughts. He walked in, a pleasant grin on his face. He still had mischief apparent in his eyes. He was holding a plate of freshly baked waffles. Stacey couldn’t stop herself from enjoying the smell.



“Hmm that little talk didn’t go on as long as I planned,” the Joker giggled. “I’ve gotten so much done and it’s only a little passed noon. I do love having a productive day. Ah and one of my man servants made waffles.” He chuckled more and handed her the plate. Even though she could already taste them and it stabbed at her stomach, she was reluctant to take a bite. She still didn’t trust him enough and they could be poisoned.



“Eat,” he ordered. “I like my pets with a little meat on their bones. Don’t worry, I didn’t add anything. Again, what would I do with a dead pet? I’m a pretty sick guy but one thing I’m not is a necrophile.” He giggled.



She began shoveling the waffles down realizing she didn’t have anything to eat the day before. She had been out most of the day, plus she had nothing there to eat and even if she did, she had been too nauseous to eat. She almost lost her appetite again though when he pulled his knife out of his jacket and wiped it off with a cloth. It had been covered in blood, and the Joker merely whistled to himself as he wiped it off. He saw the look on her face. “Oh, he won’t be ratting again,” he cackled. He patted her on the head. “See? Your punishments aren’t so bad now are they? I punish my men way worse when they get out of line.”



The Joker laughed himself out of the room. “I’ll be back again soon. Eat your bunny food.” He closed and locked the door behind him again.



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She felt like a warrior, preparing her weapon for a battle that she knew would be suicide. But still she had to try. Working as quickly as possible, praying he wouldn’t open that door again at any second, she ripped part of the sheets off the bed and tied them tightly around the heavy glass plate he had brought her the waffles on. Then, she swung it around in circles, testing it. She practiced a few times on the bed. She had to make sure she hit her target spot on, or she’d be dead.



When she was as confident as she was going to get with her practice swings, she took her stance by the door. He was much taller than her, so she made sure the sheet was long enough so that she could get a good swing at his head. She knew she had to stand there prepared, no matter how long it took, for if he even saw what she had done to the sheets and the plate, she knew she’d be in for it. So she stood there, shaking, for over forty minutes. Her legs were shaking so bad she felt they were going to give out from under her.



Finally, she saw the doorknob turn. She swallowed her own heart again. The first sign of his tall form entered the doorway. “Little…” he began.



SLAM!



Stacey had swung the plat around as hard as she could, breaking it over his head. She was lucky. She didn’t miss her target. Shattered glass flew everywhere. The Joker stumbled sideways a little bit and grunted. She didn’t have victory yet. He wasn’t knocked out cold, but he was dizzy. Unfortunately, she didn’t think the rest of her plan through. She was hoping he would have been knocked out completely! Aware of the henchmen patrolling the house, she had to think fast.



She eyed his purple trench coat, and she saw the head of a gun sticking out of one of his pockets. This is where being short came in handy. It was in a lower pocket and she lunged for it, grabbing it and yanking it out of his jacket. His hand almost grabbed her. But his other hand was holding his head as he was still fuzzy. He slammed the door shut behind him, and felt a little blood trickling out of his head. “Uhg, dammit. Uhg.” He grunted.



Stacey held the gun shakily in her small hands. “D…don’t move!” She said in a weak, shivering voice. Her body was gyrating so much she feared she would drop the gun. Still holding his head and wobbling in place, he turned his gaze to her. If it were possible, it caused her to shake even more. “You’re going ta..ta..to take me out of here, you hear me? You’re going to let me go!” She screeched. “Or I’ll shoot you! I swear to God I will!”



The Joker only glared at her with a sneer, then licking his lips, he reached for his belt. He eyed her with a look of vengeance that would scare a tiger away. “Oh you better shoot little bunny, because you’re not gonna like it when I get a hold of you.” He whipped the belt out of it’s loops and doubled it up. “That…really hurt. Smart idea. Dumb execution.” Smacking the belt hard in his palm, he gradually began walking towards her. “Bet you were hoping old Mr. J would be knocked out hmm? Unlucky for you, my head’s been hit with a lot harder things than plates.” This time there was no mirth in his voice.



Stacey backed against the wall. “S..stay back! I WILL shoot you! I’m not joking! I’ll kill you!” The Joker giggled at this. “You don’t think I will?!” Screamed Stacey. “I’ll shoot you and all your henchmen!” The Joker snickered hard.



“Awww, little Stacey fighting the entire mob with one little hand gun. How cute.” He said nastily. “Like I said, you better shoot me now because you’re not gonna like me in a few seconds.” He still continued to walk towards her, closer and closer. Stacey had never fired a gun before, but it seemed now would be her first time. Closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger.



No sound came out, and she heard the Joker’s low snickering. She opened her eyes wide, and all she saw a the end of her gun was a sign that said “bang!” Her heart sank. She suddenly had the urge to wet herself.



“You were really going to do it. I’m impressed.” Said the Joker. “Impressed and very thoroughly upset!” He growled. He roughly snatched the joke gun away from her and tossed it aside.



Stacey coward before him. “Oh god,” she whimpered weakly. The Joker grabbed her by the ear and yanked her to himself. She was afraid he would rip it off.



“Naughty, naughty,” He hissed. “Well now I know not to keep loaded weapons around you. You’re a smart little thing aren’t you? But not that smart. You just screwed yourself girlie.” She winced in pain as he drug her by the ear over to the bed. Sitting down on the bed, he bent her over his knee, not too gently. She felt especially tiny as his large knee jabbed into her stomach and her legs and upper body dangled in mid air.



She kicked her legs frantically, and the Joker trapped them both with his right leg. Hanging over his left leg, all she could see was the floor in front of her. She grabbed onto his pant leg and begged for mercy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she whimpered profusely.



The Joker ran his hand gently up her back and then up to her head. He stroked her hair for a moment. “shush, sush, sush,” he quieted her. “Now, do you really think I’d be that careless to carry a loaded gun, around a little girl hmm?” He asked gently. Stacey whined quietly as he continued to stroke her head. “Around a little brat who was raised by a cop? hmm?” He suddenly grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She gasped in pain. “Do you really think I’m going to continue to go so easy on you?! Hm? After you smashed one of my favorite plates over my head and tried to shoot me?! Do you really think I’m gonna let you get away with that?!” He yelled in a low and frightening voice. His tone of voice alone nearly made her wet herself again.



He shoved her head back down and released his grip on her hair. He yanked her pants down and ran his belt over her panty covered bottom. “No more Mr. Nice guy. Looks like I’ve gotta be a lot more strict with you. Daddies little girl needs some much needed discipline.” He yanked her panties down and then Stacey wailed in agony she felt the kiss of his belt on her poor bare delicate cheeks.



“What’s the matter? Does it hurt the little princess’s delicate bare bottom?” He whacked her again, harder. The sting was unbearable. “Not nearly as much as glass plate to the head. Do you wanna know what that feels like? Hm?!” The belt lashed across her poor bottom again, and she could only squirm weakly in his grasp. “Do you know what would happen to any of my men if they pulled something like that? Or attempted to slam even a pillow over my head? They’d get a knife to the temple.”



He began spanking her bottom in earnest, his belt lashing mercilessly across her cheeks, resulting in them reddening rather quickly. Sounds of ‘swish, crack, swish crack!’ and Stacy’s cries of agony could be heard throughout the mansion. Some of the Joker’s men picked up the sounds of their boss punishing his pet, much to their perverted delight.



“Ow, ack, stoooppp, oh God I can’t take it!” Stacey cried in extreme pain. This was much worse than a hand spanking. She had actually never felt so much pain in her life. Struggling was hopeless. She felt she would soon either faint from the pain or that her poor bottom would fall off. Lash after lash struck her and it took every ounce of strength she had to endure it. It seemed he would never stop.



“You’re not gonna try anything like that again are you? Nooo,” He hissed and then another ‘swish, crack! And a girlish cry of pain. “Daddies little girl needing a lesson in manners. Shouldn’t try to shoot or throw plates at her daddy,” He snickered to himself evilly. He continued to spank her callously.



Stacey could barely speak she was in so much pain. “Sssoorry, sorrrry,” was all she could mutter and she inadvertently pulled at his pant leg then pounded at his calf, then dug her nails into his calf not realizing that it was urging him to spank harder. She couldn’t help it. All she could feel was the pain in her bottom.



“Already a crying, whimpering little girl over my knee, and my arm isn’t even near tired,” he teased.



“Sorrrry, sorry daddy!” She cried, swallowing any last ounce of pride she had. It was too much to bear. She felt so weak, being that she was so easily subdued by him. When he finally ceased, she felt like someone had killed her bottom. It was so sore it was almost numb. He tossed the belt aside and ran his fingers lightly over her burning red cheeks. She winced at even his most gentle touch.



He smirked. “Looks like you wont be able to sit for a week,” He mused, running his fingers over the dark red splotches on her bottom. He knew she’d be bruised, but she would heal. “Maybe now you’ll learn to behave.” He said gruffly and slapped her bottom a few more times with his hand. He didn’t do it hard, but she wailed in so much pain it was as if he took a bat to her bottom. He smiled to himself, pleased at her reaction to his gentle slaps.



He grabbed her arm and roughly stood her up. Her eyes were red and puffy and her entire face was flushed though not nearly as much as her bottom. She shook heavily and looked as though she were about to pass out. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Look at me,” He ordered. She coward under his gaze. “It’s about time you learn some obedience. I’ve been a little too lenient on you. No more. You will get it through your head that you belong to me. You have no say in the matter. You’re mine and you will be obedient to me. And obedience school starts now.”



He stood up and scooped her up in his arms. She buried her head in his chest sniffling, her little hands clinging on his jacket almost subconsciously trying to gain sympathy, but right now he had none. Especially for the fact that his head was throbbing from one of his good china plates. He kicked the top of the cage open, the human cage she asked about the day before, and he set her in it. Then he slammed the top over her and locked it. She could only sit, not stand and she had only a matt to lay on. She laid down and weakly pulled her pants and panties back up. At least he wasn’t going to deny her those.



Kneeling down beside her, he slipped his hand in the cage grabbing her chin again and bringing her closer to the bars. She was inches away from his lips. “Since I can’t even trust you to wander freely in a bedroom, you can just stay in here for a while,” he hissed in a low drawl. Pushing her face away, he got up and closed the curtains in the room, so she didn’t have any light.



He walked over to the door and he rubbed his head again. “Uhg, God dammit. Little brat,” he waggled a finger to her. She sat sobbing in the cage, hugging her knees to herself, then buried her head into her arms. “You brought this on yourself. I don’t know when I’ll be back,” He scoffed, then slammed the door shut.