The Joker's New Pet

My God will I ever stop writing about the Joker? Will this story ever have an ending? It will I swear! It's just too much in my head and so little time to write. I've been working on some original stuff lately and also working, and of course I have to maintain my social life lol. But this is a fun hobby and stress reliever for me. Anyways Smut in this chapter! Yay! lol. Oh and due to popular demand, I will be working on the next chapter of "The Clown and The Cat" soon (or try) I have some more ideas for that pairing, and it's too much fun to resist. Also it seems to be a popular pairing, so let me know if you think that's a good idea. I also try to make sure that I make each sexual scene different and interesting. I try not to make it exactly the same all the time. I hope I'm doing an okay job with that lol.

Oh yes and to answer a question about Joey, well the Joker DID kill A Joey in an early chapter. A henchmen named Joey. Oops my bad. Well he's notto be confused with Joey Biscotti, the main villian. Oh well people in real life sometimes have the same name anyway lol.

Anyway enjoy!

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Stacey felt nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach as the helicopter soared through the air, and the tall buildings of downtown Gotham grew smaller and smaller in the distance. She could still see the smoke hovering in the air behind them, making the city appear as though it were covered in thick smog. She felt the copter jolt a little due to the turbulence in the air, and the Joker felt her body scoot a little closer and latch onto him tight. He chuckled a little, as he always did when he found something amusing (and there wasn’t much that the Joker didn’t find amusing) and he hugged her even tighter against his body.

“Nervous about flying are we?” he cooed in her ear. “Don’t worry baby bunny. Daddy’s gotchya. I suppose it’s not natural for little bunnies to fly,” he snickered.

Stacey shivered in his grasp, and against her better judgment to keep her eyes shut, she peered out of the copter again, and watched the shops and business districts down below soon transform into parks and suburbs. It wasn’t long before the valley turned into green hills, and the modest houses below were replaced by mansions.

It was at this time that Stacey was able to finally get a glimpse of where exactly the Joker’s hideout was location wise. It was far off passed the upper class suburbs, even passed the main wealthy neighborhood. They flew over more hills, and the mansions were getting farther and farther apart, tucked deeply away in the mountains on the outskirts of Gotham. Finally they reached a large estate hidden away, far up in the mountains where what seemed like miles away from any possible neighbors.

The Joker chuckled as his little pet clung into him for dear life while the copter landed on the large estate below. The property appeared almost big enough for a jet to land on. After the copter performed a brilliant landing right outside of the massive mansion, the Joker thanked the pilot in a very professional manner and handed him a wad of hundred dollar bills.

The Joker helped his little harlequin out of the copter, and Stacey felt her floppy jester hat being blown around from the wind created by the propeller. The smell of pine trees and mountain air reached her nostrils, and she watched the helicopter depart from the property. “Whoo, what a ride huh babe?” the Joker chuckled and Stacey yelped as he gave her a playful slap on the behind, the sting going right through the tight fabric of her harlequin jump suit. Then he caught her off guard by pulling her into a tight embrace, and he kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth.

When he pulled away from her the look in his eyes told Stacey that in a manner of minutes, she would be spread eagle on his bed. There was a flame ignited within his dark pupils, and the way he was tonguing his scars was oddly seductive. “You. In the house. Now,” he said tersely. She didn’t have time to respond before he easily scooped her up in his arms and started carrying her towards the house.

Despite still being in a daze over the traumatizing experience with her father, Stacey couldn’t help but giggle and kick her legs while the Joker carried her like a feather. She always felt tiny and feminine in his strong arms. Standing at nearly six foot four, and bearing the confidence of a smooth talking dictator with a deep masculine (albeit nasally) voice, the Joker held a commanding presence. Most women (and men) immediately took on a submissive role in his presence. He knew how to strike fear in the heart of someone’s soul, but also how to manipulate them to the point of wanting to follow him off the edge of the earth and into the fires of hell. He had a serpent’s tongue.

A couple of his goons immediately rushed to open the double doors of the mansion for their boss and his pet. They knew that it was better to do it without having to be told. It was all about respect.

The inside of the mansion was so massive that the Joker’s chuckling created an echo. He carried Stacey up the stairs, and she squealed as his mouth began devouring her neck, feeling his rough scars brush against her smooth skin. Basking in the aftermath of an explosion that he himself had caused always got the Joker a little…excited.

Stacey felt the world spinning around her as the Joker carried her to their room, kicking the door shut behind him. Ace, Stacey’s little birthday gift from her ‘Daddy J’, immediately toddled over and began sniffing the Joker’s leg, wagging his little tail excitedly. Stacey’s mood brightened even more so at the sight of the adorable pup, helping to take her mind off the dreadful events of that day. “Ace!” she said gleefully, and then squealed again as the Joker tossed her on the bed.

He crawled on top of her, and pinned her against the mattress with his weight. “Looks like Ace is going to be getting a little show,” he said in his deep masculine drawl. Stacey felt his lips press against her cheek and then trail down her jaw line. His lips made their way to her ear, and his warm breath created a tingling sensation on her skin. “I must say,” he uttered softly. “That watching you hold that gun today, in your tight little outfit, was extremely sexy baby doll.”

He felt her shuddering beneath him, and Stacey’s smile faded a little at the memory of pointing that gun at her father. Her brain felt like a squirming toad once more. She had very few memories that were left stored deep within her brain, and the horrible events of that day had her questioning her existence again. She still didn’t know who exactly she was. And then, the wheels in her hazy, childlike mind began turning. “Mr. J?” she heard her voice slowly speak.

“You know I like it better when you call me daddy J baby doll,” the Joker coed, and continued to gently kiss the side of her face while he still had her pinned helplessly against the bed. “Sounds much cuter with that adorable little girlish voice of yours. Call me a pervert but I like it. I like it a lot,” he snickered.

“Um…where did you get all this money? I mean you must be a billionaire or something?”

The Joker stopped kissing her for a moment, and quickly conjured up a hilarious lie. “Your daddy J was a poker champ sweetie pie. I know my way around a deck of cards. How do ya think I got my name?” he snickered.

“But how…” Stacey started to ask a question but the Joker cut her off.

“Now darling, you don’t need to know what daddy J does when it comes to his business,” he scolded her gently, like a parent lecturing a child. “All you need to know is, that I take care of you don’t I? And you don’t need to worry your pretty little blond head about anything daddy J does. All you need to know is that he…takes care of business. Understand?”

“But…”

“A little girl doesn’t need to know how business works,” he lectured some more. “Why, if I tried to explain how business worked, it would bore you to tears. Business is a man’s world baby doll, and women should have no part in it,” he looked down at her, and gazed into her big blue eyes. She parted her lips as if to speak some more, but the Joker immediately put a finger to her lips to quiet her. “Atatata. Before you call me…sexist,” He chuckled, seeming to be amused at hearing his own voice even say that word. “You know, I just think it’s better if women don’t have to…worry about all that stuff. I take care of you, as a man should, and that’s all you need to know,” he tickled her chin. “Got it?”

“I…I guess so.”

“Good.”

He gave her one last hard kiss on her lips and then hoisted himself back off the bed, and gently pulled her up with him. He pressed her body firmly against his own, and that gloved hand that Stacey was growing accustomed to, dragged its way up and down her back and bottom, and then slowly unzipped the back of her harlequin costume. Then he ran his gloved fingers up her petite arms, and unhurriedly slipped the costume off of her shoulders.

He peeled her one-piece costume down languidly, and her full breasts popped into view, concealed by a matching red and black harlequin pushup bra. So cute. That Adrian fellow was a genius. Killing anyone that talented surely would have been a crime. He had eventually allowed Adrian to be returned to his penthouse in downtown Gotham, but only after he had produced a good amount of sexy little outfits for his pet. And not without having his boys rough him up a bit first, giving him a good scare. He couldn’t have him squealing to the police, oh no. But the Joker was quite confident that the designer got the message. Especially after his goons threatened to harm his precious toy poodle Michael Angelo if he dared break his promise.

The Joker slipped Stacey’s costume over her hips, and let it fall in a heap at her ankles. Of course she was wearing equally sexy red and black harlequin bikini panties to go along with her bra. Stacey clumsily stepped out of the bundle at her feet, and she kicked the suit aside. “Give daddy a kiss baby,” the Joker ordered. “My little firecracker. I can feel you burning in my arms. Sizzling. So hot, you’re on fire!” the Joker chuckled at the pure cheesiness of that line.

Stacey obeyed and standing up on her tip toes, she gave the Joker a kiss on the lips, and then she playfully ran her tongue along his scars. “Mmmm,” the Joker purred. “I like that.”

He roughly grabbed the back of her head and began sucking on her neck like a starving vampire. Then he took her bra strap in his mouth, and slowly slipped it down off of her shoulder with his teeth while his hand slipped off her other strap. Stacey felt his hands slide gently over her ribs, and then grope her full breasts. He kept his mouth on her neck, sucking possessively while his hands worked their way around her bra, and she felt his unruly, dangling hair tickling her ear.

She could smell his masculine pheromones as her face was nestled in his trench coat, her nose pressed against his vest-covered chest. She deeply inhaled his scent, and it did uncontrollable things to her body. It sent a shockwave down to her vagina, and caused butterflies to flutter excitedly in her stomach. Stacey felt the cold leather of his gloves as his thumbs trailed gently over her cleavage, tickling her soft skin, and then slip into the cups of her bra and flip them down, exposing her breasts completely. Her nipples immediately hardened as the cold air of the room reached her naked breasts.

Stacey grabbed his green tinted hair, as his lips kissed their way over to her nipples, where he began suckling on them. His tongue worked at her left nipple while his fingers pinched her right. He unclasped her bra, and ripped it off completely, throwing it violently aside and letting it hit the wall. Stacey felt his large hands grope her bottom, and he pulled her hips forward so that her pelvis was pressing firmly against his own. Of course it wasn’t long until she felt his gloved hands peeling down her panties, partially sticking to her sweaty flesh. But it was a cold sweat for it was somewhat chilly in that room, causing her to feel hot and cold simultaneously.

After he had dropped her panties to her ankles, and she had wobbly stepped out of them, he felt her trembling, partly due to her uncontrollable arousal, but also because her sweat had caused her to catch a cold chill. Her trembling increased as she felt the cold leather of his gloves snake up and down her sensitive skin. Over her bottom, up the small of her back and then down again his gloved hand stroked. She crossed her arms tightly, and made some small noises that let him know she was chilly. He smirked knowingly and whispered into her ear, “Don’t worry sweetness. I’ll keep you warm.”

He wrapped his overly large coat around her and pulled her against his frame as tight as humanly possible. Then he got an idea. “Hmmm.” He pulled away from her again then slipped off his jacket. “Turn around darling.”

She obeyed, and turned around, her back facing him. He drooled over the sight of her bare round bottom for a moment (he really did love the female bottom) and he told her to put out her arms. She obeyed, and he slipped his big thick heavy trench coat over her arms then wrapped her naked body in it. It looked amusingly large on her diminutive frame, making her resemble a small child who was trying on her daddy’s clothes. Her hands disappeared into the sleeves, and it dragged on the floor.

“This thing’s actually pretty heavy!” Stacey giggled, and she turned around to face her clown mate again. The Joker smiled down on her endearingly, amused at how tiny she looked in his purple trench coat. Sometimes he had forgotten how tall he actually was. He had remembered that the Batman was almost exactly his height, when they had confronted each other face to face. That was just another one of the many things that he and the bat had in common, besides insanity. Now if only he could get old batsie to grow a sense of humor.

“My God. For some bizarre reason, seeing you in my own trench coat, knowing your naked little body is under there, has struck little J down there with rigamortis,” he licked his lips hungrily, and pulled off his gloves.

“Do you have a thing for park flashers?” Stacey giggled, catching the Joker off guard with her sense of humor. Perhaps this was a side of her that he never would have seen if he hadn’t pumped her with Doctor Crane’s magic medicine. She wouldn’t have been comfortable enough to reveal her full personality when she actually was aware of what was going on.

The Joker chuckled back. “Only if they look like you sweets.”

Stacey opened up the large purple coat and flashed him, playfully jiggling her boobs and then quickly covering herself back up. The Joker grinned and whistled. “Now we’re talkin’!” He attacked her, pushing her back down on the bed with brute force, causing the entire mattress to jiggle. He tore open the coat again, and she found herself helplessly pinned on her back once more. She howled with laughter as he held her down and blew a raspberry on her stomach.

Ace started going nuts, pacing back and forth and whimpering anxiously, confused as to what his two masters were actually doing. “Sh, sh. It’s okay Ace,” said the Joker, overhearing the pups whimpering. He had a sudden bad taste in his mouth as a sinister voice was nagging him deep in the back of his mind, about how grotesquely nice he had become recently. A weakling.

But by some virtue, whatever it was that had caused a recent change in him, he no longer cared what the voices in his head said so long as he was getting laid. And that alone was very un-Joker like. Not long before he had thrown himself into Stacey’s world like a disastrous tornado, sex was something that was often last on the Joker’s list. Sure he had, had it when he wanted it, with various strippers and other playthings. He knew how to throw a hell of a party. But he had vowed that if sex ever got in the way of his focus, he swore he would chop his own dick off. For not even the Joker’s own cock was allowed to interfere with his plans (even if he often claimed that he had no plans…he really was an elaborate schemer.)

But he was too strong willed to let his cock control his mind. Never. And yet here he was, succumbing to his own primal urges when he should have been getting back to his plans to take over Gotham. He was letting his cock control him….or was it something else?

It didn’t matter now. All he knew was that it felt…good. And that’s something that the Joker hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Not something that felt truly good anyway.

As his mind wriggled like a bowl full of earth worms, the Joker kissed his way down Stacey’s stomach. Her body tingled as she felt his lips kiss her tummy with light pressure. His coarse fingers made their way up and down her inner thighs, so close to her feminine lips it caused her pussy to ache. She felt a gush of warm fluid rush to her vulva as his lips kissed the top of her pelvis. She felt his warm squashy tongue lightly brush over the top of her pussy, and she could picture him smiling as a genuine moan escaped her lips.

He caressed her thighs lovingly, and gently pushed them apart, forcing Stacey to open her sweet entrance for his tongue. Each hand gently rubbed her inner thighs, his thumbs trailing up and down the more sensitive parts where her thigh met her pussy lips. Her vulva tingled, and throbbed and ached to be touched. His tongue lapped softly over her delicate pussy lips, teasing her inflamed clitoris. Stacey subconsciously bucked her hips into the Joker’s face, dying for more pressure to be applied to her clit to ease her throbbing arousal.

He groped her thighs harder, holding them in place, and Stacey felt her mind go numb at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue sliding between her lips and brushing against her aching clit. His fingers gently massaged her shaven lips as his mouth continued to work its magic. His scars were no hindrance when it came to giving amazing oral.

It wasn’t long before the pressure on her clit was too much to handle, and she exploded in a fit of ecstasy, breathing intensely while her entire body quacked with pleasure. The Joker removed his tongue from her clit, but he kept his fingers there and continued to rub, making sure she had an extended orgasm. He wanted it to last. He stood up for a moment, and with one hand still craftily pleasuring Stacey, his other hand unzipped his pants, and aggressively shoved them down to his knees.

In an instant, he was back on top of her, his weight firmly pressing her body against the bed. She was still trembling in orgasmic pleasure, and the Joker smirked, enjoying the feeling of her throbbing pussy climaxing against his hand. “Keep going baby. Keep going. That’s a good girl,” he breathed softly.

Stacey inhaled deeply at the feeling of his large girth stretching her lips while she continued to have multiple orgasms. He slipped inside of her easily, naturally, and he could feel her vaginal walls throbbing around his cock.

Just the feeling of her walls throbbing around his cock alone, pushed the Joker to climax sooner than he expected. He spilled his warm fluids inside of her, and Stacey yelped as he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her small body.

He lay there for a moment, his sweaty body sticking to Stacey’s equally sweaty, naked frame. He looked down at his little pet, and she smiled up at him, her own clown makeup running off of her face into a pool of sweat. Each lover had some of the other’s makeup smeared on their skin, and The Joker chuckled at the obvious look of bliss on Stacey’s sexually satisfied face. She was still lying in his large trench coat, her arms hidden in its long sleeves. “Uh…look’s like we’re gonna have to wash this coat now, eh baby doll?” he snickered.

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It was a few days after the museum incident, and things were getting back to ‘normal’ around the Joker residence. Well, normal for the Joker anyway. The Joker would say that it was back to being normally abnormal. Wonderfully abnormal; just the way he liked it.

Stacey had slowly stopped thinking about that horrible incident with her father (but not without a little help from some special ice cream that the Joker offered to her) and she was now doing something that she wasn’t accustomed to doing. Or at least something that she never remembered the Joker making her do. Chores.

Yes it was somewhat annoying that he was making her do something that he normally had his henchmen do. But apparently he needed his men’s attention today. They were having a meeting in the library again, and all the men needed to be there. Stacey wasn’t allowed to go in, or even allowed to linger outside the door. “This is man stuff sweetie,” he had told her. “And we’ll be saying stuff that young ladies shouldn’t be hearing. So don’t let me catch you lingering outside that door now.”

Stacey pouted a little as she gathered up all the laundry in their bedroom, something the Joker had told her to do, after she had done the dishes. He told her that chores would keep her occupied, so that she wouldn’t get the urge to sneak around and listen in on what was going on in the library. She had to admit that she was a little peeved at not being allowed to listen in on all the secret stuff that the Joker and his small army were discussing. What could they possibly be saying that was so damned important?

Stacey grumbled to herself like an aggravated child as she threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Surprisingly to the Joker, she got a little feisty when he had asked her to do chores. She decided to playfully argue with him. “Chores? Bah! Princesses don’t do chores. That’s what servants are for!” she had said with a smug grin.

“Oh really?” The Joker had said, raising an eyebrow. “So my men are the servants, and what am I, the court jester? We’ll just see how the little princess feels when she’s dangling helplessly over my knee, begging for mercy. Chores might not seem so beneath her once she’s taken down a few pegs hmm?”

And with those words, Stacey knew that it was pointless to argue. He had informed her that he had been spoiling her far too much, and that she needed to learn some responsibility. Whatever that meant.

She hummed to herself, a tune that she couldn’t remember picking up from anywhere. All she knew that it was in the back of her mind, and that she knew it by heart. Her voice almost sounded like it belonged to the ghost of her former self, an eerie soprano buzzing from some distant realm in another dimension.

“Aw Ace. Daddy J’s being lame today isn’t he?” Stacey talked to the puppy while he laid in his doggy bed, and she leaned down and petted him with one hand, while she held a basket full of clothes in her other arm. Then she made her way over to the closet, and opening it up she had forgotten that the Joker had a hamper in there where he tossed a lot of his dirty suits (the Joker really only wore suits.)

She sighed heavily, and flipped open the lid to the hamper, and set the basket down on the floor. Most of the outfits in the Joker’s closet looked the same, like the wardrobe of a cartoon character. Purple trench coats, pin striped pants, green vests, blue shirts. It seemed he had taken a liking to this outfit so much, that as soon as whatever tailor had fashioned the first suit the Joker must’ve ordered ten more. Of course there were the gray and brown business suits to go along with the purple ones, when needed. Though the Joker’s closet was mainly a kaleidoscope of color.

Stacey began rummaging through the pants in the Joker’s hamper. She picked up one pair, and pulled the pockets inside out to make sure she got out any loose change. A handful of change fell to the floor, and she picked it up and walked over to set it down on the dresser in the room, next to a couple of very odd (and disturbing) pictures of clowns. Stacey sometimes wondered what Mr. J’s obsession with creepy circus things were.

She pulled out another pair of pants, and did the same thing. She yelped when a knife fell onto the floor along with a very tiny screwdriver. She felt very lucky that she didn’t cut herself. She placed those on the dresser as well. Next pair, a potato peeler fell out. The Joker liked keeping extra little weapons in his pant pockets just in case. The weapons he carried in his jacket could house an entire store, but the Joker always had to be prepared in case he lost his jacket somehow. The next pair surprisingly had nothing in them. She threw them all into the basket.

The Final pair was stuffed at the bottom of the hamper, scrunched in almost a ball. She pulled out the wrinkled pants and tried straightening them out. She felt a bulge in one of the pockets. Reaching in she pulled out something rubbery. “Weird,” she mumbled to herself.

She dropped the pants on the floor, and stretched out the black rubber mask. She froze. It seemed like time itself had stopped, as the black lifeless mask of the Batman stared back at her like a demon from the very bowls of hell.

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I wanted to write more but once again I had to stop here. I will try to update soon lol. Will continue to background stuff too lol. Thanks again for the reviews!