Monsters

Ok so those of you who were wondering if it would EVER happen....... SEXINESS! It's pretty intense in places so if that's now your thing... uhhh, I don't know why you're on here lol. ENJOY!
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THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH LOVE. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HAPPINESS.

Her breath was fire in her lungs, each inhalation scorching her aching ribs as she turned amidst that howling laughter, her knife held tight and braced along her arm. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep running as she span to keep up with him while he danced round her, a blur of vivid colours. Breath coming in shallow rasps, she swung her knife wildly in broad arcs, slashing out to force him back. He only skipped back like he was on springs before darting forward again, his knife flashing in the dim light as she flung herself back to avoid it. His laughter came in erratic high-pitched bursts as he gasped for air too, but he never stopped grinning that delighted grin. She let out what was almost a feral shriek of anger as she lashed out with one foot, throwing him off balance on the balls of his feet before launching herself forward with her knife raised above her head, arteries burning with bloodlust. He caught her forearms as they both went tumbling to the ground, his knife slashing in to her just under her right elbow, and she screamed in a mixture of pain and anger where the anger won out.

They hit the floor in a warped embrace, legs kicking and flailing in an attempt to come up on top, the Joker digging his knife in deeper as he tightened his grip on her frantically straining arms. They rolled across the cold concrete in a tangle of limbs, growling like fighting dogs as Sally locked every muscle she had in an attempt to get her knife back. Desperation and fury overtaking her, she slammed his face with a headbutt, his hold weakening long enough for her to pull her arms away and roll, stumbling to her feet. She heard a hissed curse and her back flared with agony, the flailing cut almost enough to make her drop to her knees again, but she staggering upright and span, backing away and getting her knife in between them.

He pulled himself upright, limping slightly and his eyes glowered across at her, his knife dripping scarlet. Her back roared with pain where he had slashed it open, and her heart pounded in her ears, rendering her deaf for a minute. It had been a long, long day, and she would never normally have moved so slow that he could cut her so deeply. Sound washed back through her in time to hear him laughing again, his tongue flicking out and licking up the blood where she had split his lip. His coat was soaked black over his left shoulder and the front of it was slashed where one of her cuts had skimmed close. They had both been getting clumsier, more frenzied, the longer this had been going on.

‘And this.... is your idea.... of unwinding...?’ she managed to gasp out between heaving breaths.

She shouldn’t have been surprised, really.

They had stolen a bus, the convicts that had decided to doggedly follow the Joker wherever he went tagging along too. It had been unnervingly easy to drive out of the section of town where they had caused so much mayhem – police and fire brigade were solely focused on stopping the fire. When they had arrived at the abandoned factory the men had mindlessly spread out, going about their own business scavenging the area. She meanwhile had realised that she had to get out of the clothes that had kept her skin so safe from fire, debris and general damage, since they were caked in blood and ripped to shreds. The Joker had flung her a suitcase which had been left on the bus by one of the hysterical passengers that had escaped, and she had reluctantly resorted to a long black dress that bordered on funeral-like it was so matronly, when everything else proved to be flowery and chiffon-laden.

She had regretted it, because ten minutes later the Joker had re-appeared in the large room she had found upstairs to change in, and had told her that he wanted to unwind. He had said it with one of his knives in his hand, and she had still not expected it as he came at her.


He was breathing heavily as he came towards her now, his eyes deadly, an excited but breathless laugh rumbling in his throat. ‘Aren’t you unwinding Sally? Aren’t you having fun? It’s only going to get better.’ Her entire body sagged with exhaustion for all of a second before he lunged at her and she fought back, constantly retreating as his attack became more and more relentless. When her back impacted with a wall he was on her in a second, slamming his body into hers and...

Her chest caved in as his mouth brutally collided with hers, biting and ravenous as he tore at her clothes, slamming her back into the wall with his full weight. The shock was so complete that she forgot to struggle long enough for him to tear the neck of the dress, material ripping down to her cleavage before she moved.

She stabbed her knife down at his hip and felt the blade dig in an inch before he was twisting her by the neck and throwing her bodily across the room. The knife flew from her fingers when she collided with the concrete, all of the breath flying out of her as she saw stars. Even in the winded blindness she felt she scrabbled to get up and chase the knife, only for her outstretched fingers to recoil as the knife was kicked from her grip. As he grabbed her shoulder and threw her down on her bruised spine she swung a punch that whiplashed his head sideways before he returned it with a backhand of his own. Her lip felt like it had exploded, but she gritted her teeth to stop making any noise when he pulled her face back round. She kept her eyes closed – she wouldn’t, WOULDN’T look at him.

‘You sure as Hell, know how to give a man what he wants.’

His voice was thick with desire, and her eyes slid open unbidden as fear from a long time ago grew and swelled in her heart, along with the hysteria that came with it. She knew then, with a horror that unbound her thoughts from her body, what he wanted to do. Something in her mind unravelled and exploded out and beyond the limits of herself. If she could still have felt it, she would have known that she was shaking her head, her eyes mad and wild with unnameable feelings.

His grin only broadened. ‘I know ex-aaactly what you’re thinking. And you’re wrong. Very wrong. And yet very right at the same time.’

‘I’ll kill you.’ The words ripped out of her from deep within her guts, instinctual as breathing in the response of the mad tilting of her world.

The smile dropped from his face for a second, before slowly returning. His eyes glittered. ‘Now THAT’S the idea.’

Then his mouth was on her neck, hot and craving as it ferociously bit and licked secret patterns, teeth brutally scraping over delicate flesh whilst his clever fingers pulled and wrenched at her dress, guiding it up over her legs.

‘GET OFF ME!’ she heard her voice roar out in a guttural scream, her hips bucking to throw him off her. He rode her hips like it was nothing, fisting his hand in her hair and slamming her head against the ground once.

The obliteration of all sense, replaced only by the sensory, came over her as she rose up and sank her teeth into his neck, biting with the intention of ripping a chunk out of his throat. He let out a deep, perfect moan as she clamped her teeth into his skin, hissing through his gritted incisors as he grappled to try and make her release her grip. He rolled to one side and she used the momentum to overturn him, spitting blood against his neck as she fell back, throwing her fist into his face three times before toppling aside and making for the door, her bare feet slapping noisily against the concrete.

Her ankle was caught in an iron grip and she came thundering to the unforgiving floor once more, her chin splitting as it impacted with the concrete. Even as she fell she was fighting, her limbs kicking and flailing with a sick desperation, frantic mind owning the body that wanted nothing more than to escape and never come back. Her scalp shrieked with pain as she was dragged up by her hair, and she realised the unending screams she had been hearing were coming from her.

She felt the heat of his trouser-clad cock rubbing against her ass, felt his hand in her hair, and tried to crawl forward from underneath him, blunt fingertips scratching across the cold stone. The grip in her hair tightened as her neck was stretched further back, and he thrust his hips further forward, grinding his cock against her, pinning her in place. She felt her hair wrenching from its roots as she struggled all the same, reaching a futile hand back to try and pull his hand away from the hold he had on her head. For an instant she felt that he was shaking, the tremors going through her bones, instinctive and primal as he held her down.

She heard the Sching of metal, and a blade was brought across her eye level, allowing her to see it. Meticulously the free hand that was not holding her neck at a torturous angle began to cut through the back of her dress in long careful slices.

Helpless hideous mania immersed her, poisoning all judgement as she bucked and jerked violently, not caring as his knife dug into her, the only intent being to have him gone, away, dead. Savage panic-stricken hisses escaped between her teeth and nothing more... before she felt him release his grip. Clotted agony coalesced and thoughts exploded as she crawled out from underneath him, her stinging back a supplement as she turned to look up at him....

Dots swam before her eyes as she swayed, collapsing back and away as she watched him coolly taking off his purple coat, his gloves, unbuttoning his waistcoat.

‘Let’s make this a little easier on you.’

What what what, what was he making easier, what was he doing? Make it easier for her as he raped her, fucked her, killed her? Her thoughts felt like blisters on her brain while she gathered up her throbbing legs underneath her.

His knife was only trimmed with her blood as he made his move, and she flung herself up and towards the door once again. She was only a few metres from it, her feet flying beneath her, before she hurtled to the floor, thrown on her brutalised back with more virulence than ever before, a knife plunging in to the soft flesh of her hip. Her scream died in its first seconds as his monstrous roar of a voice ripped through it.

‘DON’T, RUN AWAY. DON’T DISAPPOINT ME.’

It was a monster’s voice, a monster bearing down on her, and her eyes were swamped with black and white and red, and yellow teeth and scars. She could not feel the extent of her body while this sick flowing feeling rocked everything she knew to be her. Somewhere outside of this feeling she heard a cry, felt the corresponding pain as the knife wrenched out of her hip. This bubbling, aching feeling consumed her eyes and blinded her, lights flitting across her eyelids, and it did the same work on her hands as they reached up towards him, sought out his lank hair, and pulled his mouth down to hers.

It was an attack more than a kiss, a violation as she mashed their mouths together, tongue and teeth devouring in despicable amorous conquest. In that moment, if she could have killed him with her mouth, she would have.

His breath hitched in his lungs and then he returned the kiss just as voraciously, biting and forcing his lips against hers so hard she felt blood seep between their mouths. She pulled away to lick the blood up from his mouth, tasting him and herself mixed, tearing at his hair to expose his throat and licking away the blood she had spat there earlier. He gave a noise she had never heard before and thrust down against her hard, trying to force her legs apart with his knees.

She delivered a clean uppercut to his jaw without ever thinking about it as the feeling roiled and thundered around her, rolling over his loosened limbs as he rocked from the blow until she was on top. She ripped open his shirt, buttons trailing everywhere before she cruelly scoured his bare sinuous chest with her nails, licking and kissing down over his collarbone before sinking her teeth in to his nipple. It was not anything less than a bruising, hateful bite. He arched up and did what a part of her expected, laughed that hysterical panting laugh, a moan vibrating through the noise.

‘Love it love it love it! C’mon, c’mon give me more.’

His words, a guttural growl that pulsed through her, intensified this feeling on a pyre of burning necessity, this desperate murderous want. She
wanted to destroy him and devour him, own him and be owned by him as she raked her nails across his rib cage, shallowly cutting him before biting down hard just above his hipbone. He rocked his hips up to her biting mouth, laughing almost deliriously around his broken grunt of pain. One hand coiled into her hair and clenched tightly, claiming her capacity to bite and bleed his flesh as he flung her up and over, mounting her again. The paint on his mouth was smeared to near obliteration, his lips swollen as he flashed his teeth in a horrible grin.

‘I hope that’s not all you’ve got.’

His sick clever mouth was over hers again before she had chance to breathe, possessing her whirling senses as his hands ripped the top of her dress clean apart, leaving her bra-clad chest exposed. His fingers scraped and caressed, impatiently wriggling around the lace of her bra, trying to push it up and aside. Even as her flesh was drowning in desire she tried to force herself up, but he clasped one hand around her throat and began squeezing in increasingly tightening motions. His tongue began to explore her mouth more passionately, teasing and tasting, even as his long fingers crushed against her throat. A flush of blood went to her head and she choked and wheezed around his grip, turning her head to break the kiss and gasp for air. She felt the sudden intimate heat of his hand sliding under her bra and caressing her breast, thumb idly trailing across her nipple.
Moaning in abject want, she gritted her teeth and bucked her hips up, propelling strength from pressing her shoulders in to the hard concrete. It was enough. His weight on her toppled forwards and she slipped out from beneath him, nerve-ends shrieking as he kept hold of her hair, but she ruthlessly wrenched her head away before rising up and slamming her knee down into his guts, backhanding him mercilessly across the face. Her hand stung as she continued hitting him and her breath lacerated her lungs exquisitely, hearing him laugh even as he groaned in pain.

‘You.... oooooh you are ....perfect. You delicious bitch...’ he panted, and she slammed his head back down into the concrete, mesmerised by the way his face clenched in pain only to smile, always smile.

His arms came up to meet hers as she tried to throw another punch, both of their arms straining to gain supremacy as they struggled and writhed against each other. He finally twisted her wrist until she yielded, gaining leverage despite his position and forcing her down to his side where he ravished her mouth with an agonising kiss that made her heart give up beating. He continued twisting her wrist and she shrieked with pain into the kiss, certain the fragile bones would snap. His other hand crept up under her skirt, nails scraping viciously along her thighs when she tried to keep her legs together, a desperately futile continuation of the fight. Her interior muscles clenched as one of his fingers idly hooked in to her panties and then brutally ripped them aside. Her hand trailed up his pale scarred chest, and met with the fabric of his tie, still in place after she had ripped his shirt open.

The metallic clank of his belt buckle, his zip unfastening, made her guts turn to ice water in something beyond desire. Her grip progressively tightened on his tie, and her freed wrist cinched her chokehold at the base of his neck. He let out a muted gargle and his eyes glazed with amusement and arousal as she continued to tighten it, seemingly completely unsurprised as she garrotted him with his own tie. She wrenched him by the noose of material into a sitting position, his fumbling hands gripping her thighs and pulling her on to his lap. Her legs straddled his waist and then he was inside her, gravity impaling her on his thick length.

A strangled scream tore from her lips as she felt herself clamp around his hard cock, her head falling back and her grip on his tie becoming one of anchorage. Another whimper escaped her as his nails dug into her ass, his hips rising up to slam himself into her again. Her eyes shot open and she locked gazes with him, seeing a mad intensity in his stare as he dug his nails in along her waist, lifting her and thrusting back up in to her.
He gave a purring growl at the tight wet heat of her, impossibly good, and sank his teeth into her collarbone, sucking the flesh over the delicate bones as she panted. She began to rise up and grind her hips down on his, groaning when he gripped her ass and stilled her, dictating the rhythm, fucking her even as he was underneath her.

His mouth and tongue attacked her breasts, one hand impatiently shoving her bra down out of the way of his seeking lips. A ragged grunt coursed through him, lust pooling in his belly as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her nails scratching frantically across his arms and chest.

‘Good girl, still fighting.’ He growled, flipping her on to her back and thrusting back into her again, her spine arching as she moaned hotly. ‘Next time you can win.’

His hands clamped down over hers and pinned them over her head as he fucked her, hard and fast, his hips pumping relentlessly. Her breath became hitches in her throat, futile gasps as she felt herself getting close, wrapping her legs around his waist, nails scratching across the concrete beneath her. He angled his hips up and thrust in one deep smooth stroke that hit her most sensitive spot and she let out a ragged scream as her inner muscles contracted, her orgasm rolling through her whole body.

He came moments later as her muscles squeezed him tight, burying his face in her neck and biting down, his growl hot against her damp skin as his cock throbbed with release. He collapsed against her, his full body weight pinning her to the ground.

They lay there in silence, his cock still inside her, until their breathing was no longer raging in their ears, and the sweat was beginning to cool on their bodies. He abruptly gave a grumble and pulled out, sitting up and tucking himself back into his trousers before zipping them up. Yanking his tie off he slipped out of his sweat soaked button-less shirt.


‘Well,’ he said dryly, dropping the shirt down next to her as he stood up ‘I hope you know how to sew.’

She did not move as she heard him rustling off to her left, and then the noise of his footsteps before the door creaked open, shutting behind him.

It was almost an hour before Sally moved, her aching ravished body feeling boneless as her mind drifted several feet above her prone form. Even when she finally did drag herself upright she moved in a daze, rearranging her clothes, swollen bruised lips tilted in the vaguest hint of a smile, as she wandered out in to the warehouse, looking for a needle. The henchmen that saw her kept a wide distance away from her; she looked like she had been in a car crash. But the smile never left her lips.

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When she explored the factory later she came across a grim, dirt-streaked bathroom that held several grimy showers. Presumably a changing room for workers once, it resembled a prison shower room more than anything anyone would want to go into. Automatically she stripped her clothes off, turning on the water and letting it cascade down her stinging body, each lancing pain not filtering in to the thick cloud that enveloped her mind.

After twenty minutes simply standing in the shower, staring at nothingness, she turned off the water and stepped out into the freezing air, wrapping the grey thin tower she found on the rack around herself. She walked dazedly over to the mirror, wiping condensation away from it.

‘Still trying to get the smell of me off of you I see.’

She didn’t move. Her heart was the only thing that did move, animal and fast, impossibly loud as she clenched the edge of the sink, and didn’t turn around. He didn’t sound angry. He just sounded... amused. Her brain offered up no plans, no words, and simply listened to her heart as it took up the rhythm it understood.

He slowly came into her vision in the mirror’s reflection, a foot away behind her. His face paint was reapplied, and he had clearly found his mended shirt. Her mind noted politely and gave nothing else, because it was listening to the noisy noisy heart that was quaking in her fragile ribs. She maintained her white-knuckle grip on the sink, her anchor, and felt her breath puff out cold in the tiled bathroom.

He stepped forward and her trembling breath accelerated as she felt the strangely delicious sensation of his leather glove caressing the nape of her neck, lightly skimming upwards before his hand clenched in her hair, twisting and pulling her neck to one side. The buttons of his long jacket met the damp skin on her shoulder blades when he pressed up against her back, his other hand sliding familiarly over her stomach to pull her closer, up her chest to her collarbone. Her body remained rigid against his, and he gave a light grunt of amusement in response, before leaning those red lips into her neck, and smelling her. His eyes met hers in the mirror, smirking eyes that wanted her to watch, didn’t want her to move for a second. She couldn’t have even if he had wanted her to.

He slowly opened his mouth against the nape of her neck and bit down, as hard as he could. She let out a strangled exclamation of pain, one hand unlocking itself from the sink on reflex and gripping his hair, trying to pull him off. He didn’t relent despite her wrenching, the blunt excruciating pain continuing until he unlocked his teeth from around the back of her neck. The muscle screamed, shockwaves coursing down her spine, and yet she couldn’t look away from his reflection to see the real man. His expression told her he would be very angry if she did. He wanted her to see exactly what he was doing to her.

He nodded down at the towel wrapped around her, the hand at her collarbone already tugging at it. ‘Take it off.’

‘Why?’ Her tongue had let it out before she even thought about it really. But none of it mattered. Her hands had likewise come up to hold the towel in place around his interfering hand, her body still stiff and rigid against him. He gave a small tisk of annoyance, nestling his chin against the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

‘See this is what I like about you Sally, soooo.... stubborn. I want to see my handiwork. So..... OFF.’

Both of their hands, resisting and assisting at the same time, eventually released the towel around her so that she was standing naked before both of their gazes. Scars old and fresh, still weeping and just healing, littered her flesh. Bruises blossomed, and skin scraped raw on her hip.
Fingernail marks ribboned along the curve of her waist, her ass, still an angry red after the shower.

‘Mmmmhmmm.’ He said, nodding to himself slightly, eyes eating her up. She didn’t ask to see her handiwork. Around the knot of his tie, barely showing over his shirt, she could see a livid purple bruise from when she had choked him. The cool air made her shoulders shudder, her nipples tighten. He took this in, eyes boring into hers through the mirror, a slight smile on her face. He gripped one shoulder, rubbing his thumb along the top of her arm, and slowly turned her. She remained stiff, not exactly resisting, but not relenting either. She was so tense she felt like she was made of glass, her heart in danger of shattering her as it hammered inside of her. When she finally looked at him, it only got worse.

He kissed her, a sucking, biting kiss that had her still bruised lips burning, his tongue delving into her mouth as she let out a whimper. His gloved hands moved down her waist and gripped tight where his fingernails had cut in, lifting her up onto the counter.

‘Mmm...’ he growled, so deep it reverberated through her frozen bones. ‘Open your legs.’

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