Love, Lust and Explosives

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Chapter Eight: Blood and Meatsauce

The green Cadillac wound through the black heart of the Narrows again, to its edge. Their destination this time was a small Italian restaurant set back from the road and tucked between two larger buildings. It was a popular eatery with many of Gotham’s elite, people who liked to think they have discovered a hidden treasure that only they have the taste to appreciate. It was near closing and the restaurant was almost empty.

The first van load of crazed clowns drove up the alley behind the restaurant and parked. As soon as communication to the establishment had been cut, the back doors were kicked in and the kitchen was flooded with the Joker’s vicscious henchmen. With weapons drawn, they subdued the kitchen staff, forcing them to the ground and creating havoc.

The second battered van skidded to a halt in front of the little restaurant, and another group of clowns slammed through the front doors. The excited thugs screamed at the startled diners and staff to “fucking freeze” and “don’t be heroes”, as they shoved the muzzles of their guns in their terrified faces.

When the all clear was signaled, Bumbles pulled up in the Cadillac and parked directly in front of the restaurant's entrance. He flew from his seat to open the doors of the car for the lovely Violet and his homicidal boss. The Joker gracefully slid out of the back door of the large vehicle, pulling a happy, smiling Violet after him. With a burst of maniacal laughter, he waltzed through the front doors of the restaurant with Violet on his arm, his eyes excited and intense as they surveyed the scene. It was show time.

Leaving Violet to watch, the Joker sauntered around the room, going from table to table, inspecting the food and taking enormous pleasure in the looks of fear and loathing he received from the diners.

Finally, after spotting a well dressed, morbidly obese man dining with a very blonde, very young woman, he came to a stop. With a wild laugh, he lunged toward the man, stopping inches from the fat diner’s mortified face.

“How’s the chow here, buddy? You look like you know good food when you inhale it, chubs.”

The Joker’s face hovered directly in front of the portly diner, so close he could feel the purple-clad man’s breath. The wealthy diner’s eyes bugged comically from their sockets and he opened his mouth several times in an attempt to respond. But in his panic, he failed to make a sound.

“HEY, I ASKED YOU A QUES-TION!” screamed the joker, spraying the terrified man with spittle. “DO YOU LIKE THE FUCKING FOOD-UH!?”

The diner nearly tipped his chair over as he flinched violently away from the Joker. At last, he managed to nod furiously, his jowls shaking with the movement.

The Joker smirked with satisfaction, stood and turned to the young blonde with the artificial pout. The trembling young woman literally stopped breathing as the color drained from her face, but at least she had the good sense not to scream. Her date, however, demonstrated extremely poor judgment, exhaling loudly with blatant relief when the Joker’s attention had shifted. Bad Move.

The Joker immediately turned back to the man, with a wicked glint in his eyes that made the diner want to swallow his tongue.

“Ho, ho did you think we were finished, fats? Since you recommended the food so highly, I’d love to see you enjoy a bite.” The diner instantly reached for his fork, before the Joker stopped him.

“No, no, no. No need for that. We can skip the formalities.“

The Joker seized the man by the back of his fleshy neck and slammed his face forward into the plate in front of him with great force.

“EAT!” commanded the Joker.

The man spluttered helplessly into his food as blood oozed from his broken nose and mingled with the meat sauce.
The Joker released the injured diner and turned again to his date. “If I were you, I’d find another fat-cat to fuck, sweetheart. He ob-vi-ous-ly values his own hide-uh over yours. A real man would at least try to protect his woman. Be-sides, I’ll bet my favorite switchblade that he can’t get you off.”

The blonde glanced at her pudgy companion and, her pale face began to color brightly.

“Ha, that’s what I thought-uh!” Laughed the Joker.

“Ya know, I have a great idea. Of course, by definition, all my ideas are great. Fellas, why don’t ya help these folks out of their val-u-ables and into the freezer. I think we’d like a little more privacy. How does that sound, firebug?”

During the Joker’s little performance, Violet had stood quietly near the wall watching with interest and letting the Joker have his fun without interruption.

“It sounds perfectly perfect.” Violet responded affectionately.

The Joker’s men took their cue and began gathering up the diners and extra staff and herding them into the back. They took great pleasure in terrorizing the small crowd by shoving their guns into their faces, slapping them around and groping some of the women. They made quite a show of knocking over tables and chairs, destroying everything in their path and having a grand time in the process.

In a just a few moments, the remaining diners and all but one waiter were crammed into the large restaurant freezer, and the place was calm once more.

The Joker walker over to Violet, took her by the hand and led her to a table in a quiet corner, pulling out a chair for her. Violet, who had seemed oblivious to most of the chaos, happily took a seat as the Joker pulled his own chair around to sit next to her.

“Hey you,” The Joker gestured to the one remaining waiter. “Come here.” The waiter rushed over, managing to keep the look of dread out of his face, but not his eyes.

“What would you recommend, buddy?” The Joker asked amicably. “We’re famished, but we don’t really want to wait. If you know what I mean.”

“Y-yes sir, well...uh… the Pasta Abruzzi is very popular, so it’s ready to be completed at a moment’s notice. And may I suggest a bottle of Boyardee red.” The waiter offered with what he hoped was a helpful tone of voice.

The Joker looked at Violet who nodded vigorously.

“Make it so!” The Joker said clapping his hands as Violet giggled.

“You really know how to show a girl a good time, Mr. Stitches. This has been one of the best days of my life.” She smiled sweetly, without a trace of sarcasm, and the Joker found himself surprised again.

Fortunately, the food arrived in record time and the sight and smell of it had Violet drooling in anticipation. The Joker laughed at the look of longing on her face. “No need to hold back on my account, firebug. Eat.”

Violet smiled briefly with gratitude and immediately began shoveling the steaming food into her mouth without shame or hesitation. Her only meal in over two days had been saltines and Miracle Whip, after all. The Joker watched her with amusement as he drained his wine and poured some more.

Finally, Violet stopped gorging herself and sighed contentedly. She licked her fork slowly and the movement was unconsciously seductive. The Joker stopped mid-gulp and slowly lowered his glass to gape at her with a different kind of hunger.

“I just thought of something!” Violet exclaimed without warning, her excitement palpable. The Joker almost dropped his glass with surprise. “When I was young, and we had peas for dinner, I would separate out the tiniest ones. I didn’t want to eat them, because they were baby peas. Ha, ha. What do you think of that, Mr. Stitches? Does that sound…abnormal?”

“Not really. I wouldn’t want to eat baby pee either.” The Joker teased with a smirk.

They laughed wildly and flirted shamelessly for some time until abruptly, the Joker grew quiet and announced calmly, “It’s time to go.”

He had a sixth sense about these things, a miraculous sense of timing that made him a master criminal. Violet trusted him implicitly and nodded sadly. The food, the wine and the company had been amazing, like the rest of the evening had been. She wanted to hold on to every lovely second for as long as possible. Deep down, she believed all good things must end, and she feared that her life had been “too” good lately. It couldn’t possibly last.

The Joker alerted his men and prepared to make a rapid exit. He toyed with the idea of blowing the place to beautiful smithereens, but something made him hold back. Unfortunately, the timing was wrong, and he was vaguely concerned about his companion’s uncharacteristic silence and odd expression. Violet wasn’t used to alcohol of any kind, and she found herself feeling sort of giddy and smiling broadly at nothing. Her reaction to the wine wasn’t lost on the Joker, and he grasped her firmly around the waist and steered her outside to the waiting car.

He hit the door running, pulling Violet behind him. He was so intent on his goal, that he barely noticed that she was fighting to keep her balance.

He dragged her to the foot of the stairs, pausing just long enough for her to get her footing. Then he proceeded up the stairs and through the bedroom door at breakneck speed. Violet flew along behind him, laughing merrily.

He slammed the door behind them and they stood in the center of the room panting and staring at each other in silence for several seconds.

Finally, the Joker took a ragged breath and grabbed Violet, taking her lips in a violent, bruising kiss. With one hand tangled in the hair and the other gripping her ass, he explored the sweet recesses of her mouth, sucking and biting and caressing her with his tongue.

Violet followed his lead without hesitation, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her softness into him. She returned his kiss with equal ferocity, making him growl low in his throat with the pleasure. She desperately wanted to get closer to him than physics allowed. She wanted to be inside him and around, to be a part of him.

The Joker jerked, pulling away from her, as if coming to his senses. His took a step back and regarded her with eyes full of wicked excitement and a wide closed-lipped smile.

“Take off your boots.” He commanded quietly.

She tilted her head and stared at him for a moment before finally, obeying without question.

“Now, take off your dress.” He continued gruffly, and she complied automatically.

Violet stood still before him dressed only in the dark red bra and g-string. Her pulse was racing and her face was flushed. It was obvious that she was very aroused, but her eyes were calm and trusting.

For a moment he stood silently soaking in the dazzling sight with an odd mix of desire, anxiety and something else unfamiliar – something warm and strangely uncomfortable. He shook his head to clear it of these thoughts and instead, concentrated on how Violet’s taut nipples strained at the sheer fabric of her bra.

He reached out a hand, grazing her right nipple with his fingertips, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her roughly towards the bed. He dropped her arm, shed his jacket and sat on the edge of the bed laughing.

“Ok, little girl. I put you off earlier but now, it’s time for your punishment.” He chuckled darkly and patted his thighs.

Violet felt all the blood rush from her head to her nether regions, and she almost blacked out. It was all she could do not to yell, “Whoopee!!!” and fling the rest of her clothes into the air.

“Come here and lay across my lap.” He demanded grinning like the maniac he was. And when she paused, he added a forceful, “NOW!”

Violet quickly draped herself across his knees, her stomach fluttering and her breathing ragged.

The Joker laid one warm hand gently against the small of her back. Then, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in their wake, he began trailing the fingers of the other hand lightly across the silky skin of her lovely ass, first along one cheek and then the other. The sensation was delicious, but the anticipation of more contact made her want to whimper. Sensing her anticipation, the Joker continued his slow teasing caresses for long minutes, prolonging the torture as long as possible.

Finally, he raised his hand and gave Violet’s waiting bottom a gentle smack.
She had been so tense waiting for him to begin, that when he finally did, she squeaked out loud.

“What? What was that? Did I hear you say you wanted more? Happy to oblige.” He chuckled. He slapped her luscious ass again, allowing his hand to rest on her tender skin for a second, before sliding it across her tingling bottom and lifting it again.

He began slowly spanking her with the entire flat of his hand. The force was gentle at first but gained strength with each smack. Sometimes he would alternate between the left and right cheek, sometimes he struck her in the center, catching a bit of both.

Eventually, the spanking gathered enough speed and force to make Violet begin squirming in his lap. He responded by pressing his other hand more firmly against her back where it had been resting.

Smack, Smack, Smack, went his hand, getting a little harder each time, so that the cheeks of her ass began to flush pink. After every few slaps he would stop and caress her pink bottom, murmuring seductively to her and chuckling to himself. Then he’d start again.

After a bit he stopped, grasped the top of the g-string and pulled it upward bringing the thin strand of fabric up between the lips of her pussy to press on her hot damp center. The sensation sent an unexpected jolt of electricity through her entire body and she gasped with surprise.

When he yanked it down to her knees, she choked out a high pitched , “Oh!” eliciting another evil chuckle from her tormentor. Without pausing, he gave her another sharp smack that left her bottom stinging.

“Mr. Stitches!” she breathed, squirming harder.

He drew back and delivered several hard whacks in a row. Violet began arching her back, sticking her ass up in the air in her excitement. In this position, her tender pussy lips were able to peek out from between her trembling legs. The Joker took note of the sight with a deep groan of desire and continued spanking his little firebug with renewed vigor.

With every sharp stinging blow to her tender naked ass, Violet got wetter and a delicious ache developed with the moisture.

He was spanking her in earnest now, fast and hard, making her ass rosy. She whimpered and moaned with the intensity of the pleasure and pain. She repeated his name over and over while clutching his thigh tightly in order to anchor herself. Every sound she made inspired him to continue the assault, as she grew wetter and he grew harder.

He was hard as a rock now and his cock throbbed in time with the rhythm of the spanking.
With one last powerful slap that made her clench her ass and pussy tightly, he stopped and rested his hand on her tingling bottom, panting from the exertion. Violet continued to moan softly as she relaxed on his lap, dropping her head and arms.

The Joker ran his long fingers delicately across her reddened backside, soothing and teasing her at the same time. He worked his way lower between the cleft of her ass and down between her legs and gently touched the wet lips of her sensitive pussy. She squeaked at the sudden contact.

He gave her ass a light warning smack. “Shhhh…spread your legs for me firebug – or we may have to start the punishment all over again. Of course that might not be a bad thing, but my arm is tired and my hand has earned the right to explore.”

He returned his fingers to the soft flesh of her pussy pressing a finger between the dewy lips. He drew it out quickly, bringing to his mouth to lick it clean with a satisfied, “Mmmmmm”. He slowly pushed two fingers into her womanhood searching out her swollen clit and stroking it firmly. He was immediately rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Violet, who automatically spread her legs wider to grant him better access.

Violet could feel the heat from the Joker's hardened cock against her side and she found herself wanting desperately to stroke it and pet it the way he was stroking her. The night before, she had felt the velvety smoothness of his large cock against her thighs and then blessedly, inside her. The memory of it had occupied her thoughts for most of the day. She wanted to see it and admire it. She wanted to kiss it and love it until Mr. Stitches moaned out her name that way she had been repeating his. She hoped that she would get a chance.

It seems kinds shitty to be saying this but, to be continued......

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