The Joker's New Pet

Ok I'm half asleep again so forgive me if this Chapter sucks. However there is a lot of smut ahead lol. Also violence and language so be warned. Read and review if you like as I like reading reviews even if I'm tired and my writing sucks. And thanks again to all those who reviewed! A little more spanking and Joker porn ahead. enjoy!

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Stacey sat on the bed playing her new Gameboy advance, trying with all her might to get her father’s image out of her head. The sight of him about to burst into tears had her struggling to hold back her own. She thought of her poor mother too and how she must be having a heart attack and also her younger siblings. She missed them all so much. “Be strong Stacey,” She mumbled to herself, trying with all her might not to cry. She was so sick of crying. Her thoughts even drifted to Bruce Wayne and she wandered if the rich playboy would even notice she was missing, or if they had already found a replacement for her at ‘Wayne Enterprises.’

She attempted to engulf herself in “Paper Mario” to get her mind off of things. She had to admit that it was helping somewhat. At least he gave her something to do while she was stuck in her prison. About an hour into playing she was startled by strange noises and mumblings occurring on the other side of the door. She saw the doorknob rattling like someone was trying to walk in, but it clearly wasn’t the Joker. It appeared someone was trying to pick the lock on the other side.

Tossing the Gameboy advance on the bed she stood up and lurked closer to the door, listening in on the slurred speech of two men. “He’ll cut our balls off for this if he finds out,” she heard a low voice speak. The man’s speech was slightly impaired and by the snicker in his voice after he had said that, Stacey could tell the men were drunk. Some of the Joker’s men had continued to drink after he had left for the evening and a group of drunken horny mobster’s really wasn’t a pretty sight.

“Fuck, he won’t find out,” the other drunken man responded. “Shit. What did he do to this lock? It won’t budge,” he slurred. “He must really be fond of the little bitch. Had a special lock made for her and everything. Fuck who wouldn’t be. I can’t wait to taste her.”

“Is pussy really worth this much? This is suicide,” The other man slurred, nearly having second thoughts within his wasted state. Stacey heard a ‘thud’ on the other side of the door as if one of the men leaned his weight on it.

“He won’t find out, Jesus. We just have a little fun with her, then a little toss out the window and snappy, snappy of the neck and we’ll tell him it’s suicide. Oh she just couldn’t take it anymore,” The other man laughed. “What good is having the little bitch here anyway? He doesn’t make her cook or clean, and he only keeps the goods to himself. He won’t even let us glance at her. I think the boss has a soft spot for bitches. Not even a scratch on her yet. This is bad for his image. We’re doing him a favor.”

“Oh dear god,” Stacey spoke in her head, and shook her hands in a panicky motion trying to think of what to do. They planned to rape and kill her. For the first time Stacey prayed that the Joker would arrive. But he wasn’t there to protect her. She had to think fast. She eyed her tennis shoes on the corner of the room, ones she had worn on her workout before the Joker kidnapped her. Still in her schoolgirl outfit, she hurriedly put them on and prayed she would be quick enough.

She saw that the Joker had left the window creaked open this time, just a tad, to let some air seep into the room for her. She couldn’t hide in that room. She knew they would find her, and wither or not the Joker would catch them was irrelevant. She didn’t know when he planned to return and she would be dead before he did. With all the strength she had, she pulled at the window, grunting under her breath. She didn’t want to make any noise. She was not one for physical strength, but within her panicked state a rush of adrenaline flew through her body and she managed to pry the window open all the way.

A gush of wind flew into the room blowing back her blond pigtails. “Damn it you bumbling dumbass, move over and let me do it!” she heard one of the men speak.

“Shit,” Stacey motioned silently with her lips. “Oh god, crap, crap” Now was the tricky part. With her heart beating fast within her chest, she crawled out on the branch of the large oak tree outside of the window. She had climbed trees a lot as a child so all she had to do was think back to those memories. With a little grunting and groaning, she managed to climb down to a lower branch, then made a flying leap onto the soft grass below. She landed on her feet but tumbled over on her hands. She wobbly pushed herself back up and then looked around frantically, trying to decide where to go.

“Ah hell where did she go?!” She heard an angry man yell up in her room.

“Look the window’s open!” One of the men rushed over and Stacey got a first look at him. He was big and burley with a round face and dark hair. His eyes widened along with hers and before he could say anything, she took off running into the darkness. “Fuck, she’s outside!” He yelled to the other man. They immediately rushed back downstairs.

“Hey!” Stacey heard another man call. She didn’t bother to look back to see where it came from. Her thoughts now were on finding the gate to the estate and attempting to climb over them, or at least hide somewhere until the Joker returned.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” She thought to herself again as she heard pit bulls barking in the night. She knew more men were looking for her now. The estate was huge, and she wondered where the hell the entrance was. Trees where everywhere. The place had it’s own forest. She ran into the thicket, panting heavily. Her sides were hurting from running so much but she had to keep going as there was now an entire search party looking for her. She saw flashlights in the distance and men with dogs on leashes scouring the forest. She finally stopped behind a large tree, watching some men in a group a few yards away, stopping and mumbling to each other, deciding that they were going to split up to find her.

Standing there for a moment, taking a break she could see her breath in the cool air. Certain that they couldn’t see her yet she decided to wait there for a few minutes until she felt it was safe to move. She nearly leaped out of her skin though when something adamantly grabbed her arm and shoved her to the ground. She winced as she fell to the woodland floor, and then looking up her attacker came into view in the dim moonlight. It was the brawny man she saw in her room before and he looked down on her with an evil drunken smile.

“Found you,” he said, and roughly picked her up off the ground. She flailed and screamed, scratching, biting, and kicking at him.

“Let me go pig! Scum! Your boss will find out and have your head!” Stacey screamed so loud it hurt her vocal chords.

The man laughed. “The boss’s pet is feisty! Now I know what he sees in you. Here Ralphie, try her out!” he shoved her away and she landed in another man’s grasp, a pudgy dirty blond.

“Oooh this is fun, who gets to go first?” His face was right near hers and she could smell the stench of liquor on his breath. She managed to kick him in the loins and grunting, he angrily threw her on the ground, hard. She knew she would be pretty bruised by now. But that wouldn’t matter, because she was going to die anyway. She started praying to the heavens above as her life began to flash before her eyes.

The other man was on top of her like a flash, turning her around on her back as she continued to kick and flail, trying to dig her nails into any soft spots she could find. Tears flew down her cheeks as he tore at her shirt, ripping it open, revealing her bra underneath. “Don’t rip her up too much Joey, leave some left for me to play with,” the other man said.

The two men nearly keeled over at the sound of a machine gun being shot into the air. ‘Ralphie’ the chubby dirty blond backed away a little from Stacey, but the other Burley fellow still leaned over her, rooted to the spot in shock. He jumped away though when an array of bullets tore into a tree trunk inches behind him. Scrambling to his feet to join his startled friend, both men trembled at the sight of their boss standing a few feet away, a group of henchmen behind him. There was a fire lit in his eyes and the moonlight shining on him within the darkened thicket gave him the appearance of a ghostly figure, an angel of death.

Stacey, shaking heavily, managed to pull herself up. Today, a pig must have flown, because she was actually incredibly relieved to see the Joker coming to her aid. “Stacey. Come to daddy.” He spoke in an eerily calm voice. This time, he didn’t have to tell her twice. She obediently trotted over and lunged at him, her emotions getting the best of her. She latched onto him and buried her head into his chest. He allowed her to do this and he stroked her hair like he would a frightened kitten.

“Now boys. Why so serious?” The Joker spoke calmly again. There was no mirth in his voice, and when the Joker’s voice had absolutely no mirth in it, one would best be running. “Sorry to break up your little party, but I don’t like it when people touch my possessions without asking”

“Boss, she was trying to escape! All we was doing was trying to stop her!” One of his men began to nervously explain, his Brooklyn sounding accent coming out.

“Sush, sush, sush,” the Joker quieted him. “Now that’s not how we retrieve runaway pet’s is it?” He spoke to them in a tone of voice that one would use on a pair of misbehaving five year olds.

“Boss we…” The man began.

“Quiet!” The Joker yelled and shot his gun into the air again startling everyone around him including Stacey. He held her protectively under his arm then he handed his TMP machine gun to one of his henchmen who was standing beside him. The he reached into his jacket and pulled out a regular handgun. He slowly walked closer to the trembling men, still clinging Stacey to his side. He looked down at her with her blouse that had been pulled open. “Stacey. Cover your bosom kitten.” Stacey’s face shot down at her breasts then she quickly pulled her slightly ripped blouse over them covering them up.

“Now Stacey, did they hurt you? Hmm?” The Joker asked her, his hand now lightly gripping and stroking the back of her neck.

“A little yes. Yes they did,” Stacey spoke ardently not really caring what happened to the two brutes after what they tried to do to her.

“Where did they hurt you precious?” The Joker asked her in his eerily endearing voice.

“Well….for starters my knees got a little scraped up when they shoved me to the ground!” Stacey said unable to hide the disdain in her voice.

“Oh is that so?” Said the Joker, still calm. “Well we’ll just have to teach them a lesson now won’t we?” With that the Joker aimed for the burley man’s leg and shot him in the kneecap. Stacey let out a small scream and turned away. The man wailed and immediately dropped to the ground holding his knee. Blood was spewing out of it like a faucet dripping through the fingers of his shaking hands.

“Fuck!” the other man yelled while backing away from the wounded one.

“Atatata, and that’s exactly what you wanted to do to my pet isn’t it Ralphie boy?” The Joker said, now pointing his gun to the other man. “Ah, an innocent little Princess shouldn’t be watching this. You might wanna look away doll face.” The Joker patted her cheek and turned her head so that her face was buried into his shirt. Before Ralphie could say anything, the Joker shot him directly in the crotch. His face turned pale white as he fell over and joined the other wounded man, holding his bleeding crotch on the floor. “Sorry Ralphie. But we both know you needed to be neutered.” The Joker giggled.

Ralphie now sounded like a wounded seal, sputtering about on the ground. “One sec sweetheart. Time to fire my employees for good.” He made Stacey stand aside. She quivered and only glanced now and again at the two bleeding men on the ground. She wasn’t used to seeing blood and even though she felt they deserved it, it still unnerved her.

The Joker went and stood menacingly above his two wounded henchmen. He kicked Joey in the gut then looked down at Ralphie who looked as though he were about to pass out. The Joker sighed. “Letting a man bleed to death by having his manhood shot off? Nah, even I’m not that cruel.” The Joker snickered. He kneeled down and grabbing Ralphie’s hair he stuck the gun next to his temple and shot him in the head putting an immediate end to his life.

Stacey still looked away, but she knew one was dead when she heard the gunshot. The Joker then pulled out one of his favorite knives, and turned to the other man who was still holding his knee. He knew what was coming next. “Kill me you freak. I wanna die anyway.” He spat.

“Tsk, tsk, so ungrateful. I feed you men and clothe you. Give you a decent job when Walmart wouldn’t even hire you and this is the thanks I get?” Said the Joker still keeping his calm demeanor. He kneeled over Joey and stuck the knife up to his throat. “Well I’m afraid sexual harassment isn’t allowed in the workplace. The boss doesn’t like his toys tainted so he’s gonna have to terminate you.” The Joker laughed and ran his blade across the man’s throat, slitting it. He sputtered and choked on his own blood.

Stacey held herself with her eyes closed and her back turned to the Joker as she stood shivering, knowing that she had just been in the presence of a murder. The Joker cleaned the blood off his blade and turned to his henchmen. “Dispose of the bodies. Get them out of my site. I like my estate clean.” He ordered tersely. They immediately complied and gathered around the bodies to dispose of them. Stacey jumped a little as the Joker walked up behind her and placed his hand on the back of her neck. Then he gently but forcefully pushed her to walk with him, guiding her back towards the house.

“And now, you and I need to have a little talk,” The Joker spoke to her as he hastily pushed her along. By the tone of his voice he didn’t sound too happy and this had her a tad worried.

When they had entered the mansion, there were a few men sitting around the dining room, chattering. The Joker stomped in and immediately started shouting at them. “Everyone out! I want this room clear! In fact I want this whole house clear until I say it’s ok to come back in! Get out!” He didn’t have to tell them twice. They hurriedly scrambled out of the room and then out the front door.

The Joker let go of Stacey’s neck then kicked one of the dinning room chairs out from underneath the table. He slid it so that it was in the middle of the room. Then he paced back and fourth as if he were stressed and took off his purple trench coat, tossing it on the table. Stacey stood still not quite knowing what to say as she watched him pace around the room grumbling to him self. Then he removed his gloves and set them on the table as well.

Little did Stacey know that one of the reasons The Joker was in such a bad mood was because the Batman showed up earlier than he had expected that night and foiled his plans for the evening. He did love playing with old bats but not when he spoiled the fun too soon. The Joker always had to have the upper hand, and he usually did. But on the rare occasions that he was foiled, it did tend to irritate him. But if that wasn’t enough to ruin a perfectly good evening, he comes home to find two of his idiots trying to mess with his property. Now he was pretty furious.

Stacey was startled when he suddenly bent over and grabbed her arm. “What did I tell you about staying in your room huh?!” He scolded her. “And here I come home to find that you’d snuck out the window and tried to run off again hmm? Is that so? Even after I’ve warned you about my dumb apes and everything!”

Stacey’s eyes widened. “What?! But I didn’t…”

“Be quiet!” The Joker snapped. He sat down on the chair and pulled her closer to him so that she was between his knees and staring into his eyes. “You’re just lucky I came home early! Than what would you have done, hmm?”

Stacey was now getting annoyed. He was yelling at her for attempting to run away when surprisingly this time she really wasn’t! Those two monsters had chased her out of her own room. She glared back at the Joker. “God damn it! I didn’t….” She began. But she was merely rewarded with a sharp smack to the bottom. “Ouch! Damn it!” She cried and reached back to protect her rear. “This is completely unfair! I didn’t try to….” She was then annoyingly surprised to find a bunched up cloth being shoved in her mouth. She mumbled angrily, her muffled cries being consumed by the cloth.

“I’m really not in the mood to hear your sassy mouth right now,” The Joker spoke in a calm but stern voice. And then Stacey found herself in a position that would soon grow to be quite familiar to her. He picked her entire little body up and pinned her down over his lap. The room spun and her hair spilled over her face as her head dangled down near the floor. The Joker’s hand even felt familiar now as he ran it over her back and bottom and she expected what was coming next. Pinning her arm to the small over her back with one hand, he flipped her skirt up with the other and slowly peeled down her panties. She felt the cool air of the room come in contact with her exposed bottom and pussy.

And then a resounding ‘smack!’ as his hand landed on her round bottom. The sound echoed across the room. He began wailing on her and scolding her, but Stacey paid no attention to his words. Stubbornly, she kicked and struggled, and pawed at his leg. She gagged on the cloth that he had shoved in her mouth and eventually was able to spit it out.

“Damn it they broke into my room! Ouch! Stop! This isn’t fair! Ack!” Stacey cried, but he paid her no heed. Secretly he wanted a reason to spank her. He needed to take out his frustrations on something.

“You’re telling me those two dumb gorillas managed to figure out how to pick the lock to your room, all by themselves, is that correct little girl?” The Joker asked her in a mocking tone of voice, still smacking each cheek at a time. He enjoyed the jiggle her small bottom made from the impact of his large hand.

“Yes! That’s exactly what they did! They were drunk and they had planned to…ouch! Planned to rape and, ouch damn it! Planned to rape and kill me and make it look like it was suicide! Ah!” Stacey managed to get out between her cries of pain.

“Mmmmhmmm,” The Joker murmured and continued to spank her casually, enjoying watching her bottom turn pink again. Stacey felt a lump forming underneath her belly that was hidden within his pants.

“I’m not lying!” Cried Stacey.

“Better not be lying lil one,” Said the Joker. He continued to spank her until she was in tears again and begging him to stop, and to let her show him the picked lock upstairs. The Joker sighed and roughly jerked her off his lap. Rubbing her bottom, he patted her face with his other hand. “Fine. Let’s show daddy the picked lock then hmm? And then if you are telling the truth I’ll apologize. But if you’re lying to me little bunny, then you’re getting the belt again, do you understand?”

Stacey nodded, sniffling, and he allowed her to pull her panties up, but not before he roughly kissed her on the lips, startling her. He nearly sucked all the air out of her and when he let go of her she had to catch her breath. “Mmm salty,” he chuckled.

He jerked on her arm and roughly led her up the stairs to her room. To Stacey’s relief, her bedroom door was still open. It looked like someone had nearly kicked it open. The drunkards had left a clear sign that they had broken into her room. “See?” Stacey said weakly, red in the face both from crying a little and from anger. “I didn’t climb out the window to run away, I was trying to escape from those two sickos!”

“Alright, alright,” The Joker said and patted her head. “I’m sorry. Now I’m really glad I disposed of those two idiots. If they were that stupid, they would have rendered me useless on jobs.” He snickered. He roughly kissed her on the forehead and closed the door behind them. He glared at her with lustful hungry eyes and Stacey gulped. He was on her instantly and she found herself being backed against the wall. “Come here,” He ordered. He pulled her close, into an embrace and bent his head down, taking in her scent. He pulled off her collar and tossed it aside. A red ring imprint was left around her neck.

Stacey could smell his cologne on his neck. She recognized it and it was an expensive brand. She had to admit, the smell was pleasant. She felt her heart beating within her eardrums again as he suckled on her neck. She inhaled deeply and felt goose bumps popping up all over her skin. “I know you like that. You like having your neck kissed.” The Joker whispered in her ear. “I’m glad those apes didn’t taint my little pet. You are mine. I think it’s time to fully claim what’s mine.” He said hoarsely. In his mind he wanted to fully conquer her.

Stacey shook in his arms. “But, um. What do you mean by that?” She managed to get out.

“You know what I mean little bunny,” he whispered and licked her earlobe.

“But you said you didn’t rape.” Stacey muttered.

“I don’t,” Said the Joker. “Rape would be me roughly grabbing you and shoving myself in you as you were completely dry and un-aroused. I’d be wearing a mask, holding a knife, and you’d have never saw me before in your life. And did I mention, you wouldn’t be aroused? And by the smell of you, I would say you’re pretty darn aroused sweet pea.” He chuckled. “Oh yes and I did just save your life. I think you owe me for that,” he snickered and pulled her against himself tighter.

“From your own men.” Stacey mumbled. The Joker tapped her lightly on the bottom.

“That’s not the point. You know you’re safe with me. No one messes with me. No one other than bats.” The Joker said confidently. “I think deep down, you know that. Better that you’re by my side in times like these. You might be safer by my side over the Bat’s even.”

He couldn’t take anymore. He really needed to relieve some stress. He loosened his tie and pulled it off then slammed his face into hers, kissing her with a brute force. Some of his makeup smeared off on her face and she struggled for air as he was sucking the life out of her again. He forced her arms around his neck and she clung onto him for dear life. Their difference in height made it rather awkward as he bent over to reach her lips. Stacey found him lifting her up to where she was on her tiptoes and then lifting her completely off the floor. He clung her tightly to himself and she kept her arms wrapped around his neck for support.

“I love how tiny you are,” he whispered to her gruffly. “A tiny little bunny. Little, cute and feminine.” She gasped as he dropped her on the bed then crawled over her, maneuvering like a tiger that was about to pounce on his prey. “So easy to toss around.” He chuckled. He continued to kiss her, more gently this time, and she felt him pulling her blouse open, revealing her bra and bare tummy underneath. He ran his hand gently over her chest and cleavage. She jolted as his fingers lightly trailed down her soft flat stomach. His hand continued to tread lower and Stacey swiftly grabbed his hand as he was headed for her crotch.

The Joker immediately grabbed both of her petite wrists and pinned her arms above her head. “Uh, uh, uh,” he scolded. “Don’t you dare. What did we talk about hmm? I’m the boss here little bunny.” He pulled her blouse off completely and tossed it on the floor. “Sit up a minute,” he ordered. She grunted as he pulled her up for a moment and undid her bra from behind, then pulled it off as well. “That’s better,” he giggled.

Pushing her back down her breasts now hung freely to his gaze. Her nipples were hard and he squeezed her breasts gently with his hand. Then he suckled on her nipples, one at a time causing a slight moan to escape her lips. He grinned inside himself as his tongue slid between her breasts. He then went lower and planted soft kisses all around her stomach. Then, tugging on her skirt, he was about to remove it so he could bring his lips even lower when Stacey’s arm subconsciously reached for his hand to try and stop him again.

He growled and pinned her wrist down again, then brought his face back up to hers. His breath smelt of mint. “Do I need to get a rope and tie your little wrists to the bed posts, hmm?” He hissed. She shook her head weakly sweat dripping off of her forehead. “Then I suggest you behave.” He released her wrist again. “You use your hands when I tell you too. In fact I want you to unbutton my shirt for me. Unbutton Daddy’s shirt princess.” He ordered.

She shakily did what she was told, not wanting to upset him. “Come, come, I don’t have all night.”

“Yes sir,” She muttered, trying to keep him happy. He grinned at her. When she was finished, he helped her pull his shirt off and he threw it behind himself. Then he leaned his weight on top of her and she felt his warm hard chest on her bare skin. His body heat kept her warm and for the first time she felt skin on skin. Sucking on her neck once more, he inwardly smiled as he heard her moan again. “See? This isn’t rape. Rape doesn’t involve foreplay. Just relax and enjoy it,” He breathed in her ear.

His hand slid down her side and found her skirt again. He began tugging on it again. Then he removed he face from her neck and taking both of his hands, he slipped her skirt completely off. While he was down there, he decided to yank off her shoes and socks as well. No need to have those on. Now all she had on was her panties. He pulled himself up back on top of her, and forced her legs to wrap around his waist. She felt his hard manhood underneath and gulped when she noticed how large it actually felt.

“Hmm just pants and some flimsy cotton fabric keeping us apart,” he snickered. His hand wandered in and out of her panties, stroking, kneading and lightly slapping her bottom. He picked her up and turned her around so that she was laying the normal way on the bed, then he slowly slid her panties down. She gasped feeling the cool air of the room blow against her exposed pussy and then the Joker crawled up on top of her and locked her legs together with his own.

She felt he held a ghostly presence again as the moonlight from the window shone on his porcelain form, his makeup lightly smeared across his otherwise handsome face. His muscles flexed from his breathing and she saw the slight abs peeking out of his flat tummy. With his thick unruly hair spilling out over his face he once again reminded Stacey of a fallen angel.

His hand wandered down to her thigh where he began to stroke and squeeze lightly. Stacey jolted and inhaled deeply as he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed pussy. He grinned down at her almost menacingly. “This is mine. Better not try and grab my hands little bunny, lest you wanna be tied up.”

He backed away a little and pushed her legs apart slightly. He ran his fingers down her inner thigh and Stacey bit her lip. She groaned as he slipped his finger into her vagina. “Hmm you are extremely wet. And very tight!” The Joker coed, pleased. “Tell me little princess, are you a virgin?”

Stacey weakly shook her head ‘no.’

“Ah but you haven’t had many before me have you?” He asked.

“Not really,” Stacey said quietly.

The Joker grinned wider. “Lucky me. You are such a good little girl aren’t you? That will only add to my benefit here. I believe I’ve caught myself a little angel.” He chuckled and pulled his finger out of her vagina. Then he pushed her legs further apart and leaned over to kiss the top of her pussy. She was mostly shaved around her pussy except for the little strip of hair that ran along her lips. “I like the fact that you’re mostly shaved too,” he whispered. He twirled his finger around the rest of her pubic hair. “Though the rest of this will have to go eventually.”

Stacey felt herself shivering as she felt him plant butterfly kisses along her inner thighs and around the outside of her pussy. He enjoyed the musky scent of her sex and the fact that she was dripping wet. “You can’t hide your arousal from me. Wither you want to be aroused or not, you very clearly are. Naughty little girl.” He said amusingly.

Stacey nearly felt her soul leap out of her body and his lips kissed her hard there and then his tongue darted in and out at a rapid speed. He licked hard, and then harder until her entire body submitted to him and she unwontedly climaxed against his mouth. Her entire body shook heavily and she felt she would nearly pass out.

The Joker chuckled and then pulled himself up and kissed his roughly on the mouth again, forcing her to get a whiff of her own scent. “I know no one has given you an orgasm like that before. I am rather surprised at how fast you climaxed. You are pretty darn sensitive sweetie pie. I like it. Innocent little naïve girl.” He giggled.

Stacey cursed on the inside, ashamed at the fact that this monster of a man had actually given her an orgasm. But she was unusually sensitive. She always had been, and she used that in her mind as an excuse.

“My turn,” The Joker said brusquely and standing up from the bed, he quickly wiggled out of his own pants and boxers. Then, eying her with a predatory glance he nearly leapt at her causing Stacey to balk at the sight of his rather large and incredibly hard penis. He looked as though he were about to attack her. He picked her up roughly in his arms and then turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Time to sit on daddy’s lap again,” he snickered. She was afraid he was just going to shove it in right away, but he didn’t. He gently kissed her all over her face, neck and chest and then lightly suckled on her lips. Then he gently eased her over his penis and she gasped and winced, as at first it was quite painful. When it was all the way inside, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and he held it inside her for a moment allowing her muscles to stretch and get used to his size.

Stacey felt his member flexing inside of her. The Joker rubbed her back and bottom and squeezed her tightly to his chest. “Ah, at this angle I can see your little tush. I do love your bottom, in case you couldn’t tell,” he giggled. He started pounding her slowly, and then faster at a steady rhythm. Then faster and faster, until he was picking her up and moving her up and down on his penis himself. Her breathing quickened and so did his. He growled and she let out a small cry of pain as he slapped her bottom while pounding her.

Then he turned into a complete animal, ravaging her like a starving beast. With a low guttural moan, he picked her up off of is lap and spun her around slamming her on the bed again so that she was pinned on her back. Then grabbing both of her legs he entered her again, pounding away like a savage cave man. His unruly hair was now matted and some of the strands clung to his face as sweat poured off of his forehead also causing his makeup to smear further.

She watched him standing upright on his knees as he clung onto her legs, pounding away like a human jackhammer. Then she squeaked a bit as he collapsed on top of her forcing her legs to wrap around him. He kissed her hungrily and she felt his sweat mixing with her own. The bed shook and bounced wildly as he pounded her with masculine force, picking up his speed even further. All that was heard was the bed creaking along with his raspy moaning and the wet squashy sounds of him pounding into her wet pussy.

With one last manly growl, he yanked his penis out of her and grabbing it he spilled his seed onto her stomach. Stacey lie in a pool of her own sweat, and the Joker looked down at her, out of breath and grinned at her eerily. “You look extremely adorable right out with your little face all flushed and my love juice on your tummy. Now you are truly mine.” He giggled then reached down and pecked her on the nose before rushing to the bathroom to clean himself off.

“Love juice,” Stacey mumbled to herself to where he couldn’t hear. She felt exhausted and like she was ready to see a flock of a hundred more pigs flying over her head. She thought this because she wasn’t as upset as one would expect. She would have rather had ex with him over any of his other men in the house. She was confused because she didn’t feel as violated as she expected. Surprisingly to her, he wasn’t the most selfish lover she encountered. She wanted to kick herself in the head because this still was the Joker after all.

The Joker returned with a wide grin and a towel in his hand to clean his seed off of Stacey’s stomach. She also had his white makeup smeared all over her little body and he chuckled at this. He hurriedly wiped his cum off of her tummy and then crawled into bed pulling her under the covers with him. He didn’t think twice about his men. He had warned them not to come back into the house unless he gave them permission again, and quite frankly he didn’t care if they slept outside tonight.

“Time for sleep little bunny. We’ll shower in the morning, but for right now I like you smelling like this. The smell of sex still clinging to your sexy naked little body. I will be having good dreams tonight,” he chuckled. But Stacey already had her eyes closed, utterly exhausted and also relieved that she hadn’t lost her life that night. The Joker smiled endearingly down on her and kissed the top of her head.

“Protecting a Gordon girl from rape and then giving her the best sex of her life. I hope my enemies don’t see this as a weakness and a sign that I’m going soft.” The Joker thought in his mind and giggled to himself. Then, clinging Stacey tightly to his naked body, he too drifted off to sleep.

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The be continued again, mwahahaha.