Guilty Pleasure

Rebecca awoke to the feeling of a cold draft of air blowing across her arms, which were tied together in front of her at the wrists.. She groggily lifted her head up, and winced, her neck and shoulders sore. She looked around to view her surroundings, and discovered that she was in an abandoned warehouse. She was lying on her side on a dirty mattress, and she struggled to move into a seating position. She had no idea, no memory of what had happened to land her in this position. A smell of mildew hit her nose and she shivered from the cold air as it blew in through one of the filthy, broken windows. It was dark outside, and the only light in the warehouse came from a few dim bulbs which hung from the beams of the high ceiling above.

“Darling, i´m so pleased to see you´re awake!, the Joker said while walking out from the shadows of the warehouse, revealing himself under the light.

Catching sight of him, Rebecca began to cry out in fear and surprise, but found her cry muffled by a greasy, dirty rag which reeked of gasoline. The Joker grinned at her muffled cries, and said “I´m afraid you were making far too much noise when we captured you, so we had to gag that pretty little mouth of yours. But I suppose I can remove it now. You can scream as much as you want, but i´m afraid nobody will be able to hear you,” he said. He walked up to her and grasped the rag in his gloved hand, removing it from her mouth. She coughed, inhaling fresh air, and felt mildly dizzy from the fumes of the chemicals.

The Joker bent down, placing his hands on his knees as he looked at her, a terrible grin plastered across his face. She looked back at him, feeling sickened by his presence.

“Are you going to hurt me? Please don’t….,” she said to him with fear in her eyes.

Giggling quietly, he said “Why do you fear pain? You should welcome, and embrace it. It can be quite fulfilling, you know,!” he said while grinning in her face.

“Oh please…,” she began, but he silenced her by bringing a knife up to her lips, placing it across them.

“I take it you don´t remember how you got here, do you? Well that´s okay, I suppose it really doesn´t matter anymore anyways. Let´s just say you saw something you weren´t supposed to. And now….here you are, with me! A perfect ending to a night, I think,!” and he laughed.

Rebecca struggled to remember but was unable. The last memory she had was leaving the restaurant after her late shift at work.

“And this will be an evening to remember, Rebecca, I promise you that,!” he said and he stood up to walk toward a table that was in front of her.

“H-How do you know my name,?” Rebecca asked him.

Smiling at her the Joker said, “ Well you´re not too smart, are you? Your little nametag there sorta tipped me off,” and he pointed toward her uniform.

She looked down at the nametag on her uniform, which was stained with food from the restaurant. The Joker leaned against the table, grinning at her.

“Ahhhh…that´s okay. I don´t have you here for conversation anyhow. No…I have other important…plans for you,” he stated. He took off his coat and let it drop to the floor. She watched as he walked toward her, an evil grin spreading across his face.

Once he reached her he placed a hand on her head, and bent down to her level, bringing her head up to look him in the eyes. Breathing heavily, she shifted nervously on the mattress. Noticing her discomfort, he said “Why so tense? Well I just wanna have a bit of fun with ya, that´s all. And who knows, you may even enjoy it!” he cackled. Slipping his knife into his pocket, he brought out a gun, and stood in front of her, looking at her face. He brought a hand up to her face, and began stroking it softly with one finger, looking her eyes into his for a stare. She shuddered, and moved her face away from his stroking finger, sickened by the touch of his leather glove on her skin.

Feigning a look of hurt, he said “Well i´m crushed, Rebecca. I really am. And I thought there was chemistry between us,!” He laughed at her, slapping her face a few times with his gloved palm.

Her cheek stung from the pain of the slap, and an alarmed cry came from her mouth. Shushing her, he grabbed her face in both of his hands, the gun cocked at an angle near her ear.

“My precious Rebecca…oh the fun that awaits us. You have no idea,!” and his red lips pulled back into a grin, revealing yellow teeth.

“Please, can you just let me go? I don´t remember seeing anything, and I don´t even know what happened, really. I won´t say anything to anyone about this. You have my word,” she pleaded.

The Joker shook his head and said, “Well i´m not a fool Rebecca. I can´t let you go, I know that eventually you will remember and you will say something about it. No...I simply can´t let that happen. Besides, where would the fun be in just letting you walk away? Why I haven´t even gotten around to playing with you, yet,!” and he emitted a joyous laugh.

He ran the gun down her cheek, pressing it into her skin. “I´m, afraid you´re stuck with me,” he said darkly.

She bent her head down, tears rolling out of her eyes, her wavy black hair hanging into her face. The Joker swept her hair over her shoulders, and lifted her head up with the barrel of his gun, pushing under her chin.

“You do look beautiful when you cry, you know that,?” He asked her, moving the gun up to her lips. She whimpered at the feeling of the cold steel against her skin, and he licked his lips as he watched her face. He ran the gun across her lips, then led it down to her neck, pressing it into the middle of her neck where he knew it would cause the most discomfort. She gasped, certain that he meant to shoot her right then and there, but he smiled and removed the gun from her neck. Reaching into his pocket, he brought his switchblade out once more, and flipped it open.

Bringing the blade up to the top of her dress, he cut the top button off, then moved to the second button, digging the blade into the cheap fabric of her waitress uniform. He ripped the blade down forcefully, tearing into the fabric. Her dress ripped apart, revealing her blue slip underneath. She shrieked as he ripped his blade into the slip, and as he brought the blade down it made contact with her skin, cutting into her chest. She cried in pain as the blade cut her, and he ripped away at the last bits of fabric that made up the cuffs of her dress, taking them off from around her wrists and tossing the ruined dress and slip aside. She now lay on the mattress in only a pair of silky blue panties, her breasts bared and covered with goose bumps from the cold.

“Hmmm….no bra. Well that´s a nice touch,” he said, moving down to her underwear. He slipped the knife under the fabric of her panties, sliding the blade over her bare skin. She nervously whimpered, and lay frozen in fear, certain that he would cut her. He ripped into the fabric, bringing the blade upwards. The panties gave way with a small ripping sound, and he gripped them in his hands, pulling them out from underneath her. He tossed them aside onto the mattress, then he smiled up at her, moving his blade between her lips, coating it with her juices. Then he removed the blade, and brought it up to his mouth, sticking his tongue out from between his crimson lips to lick at the blade. He sighed as he ran his tongue over the blade, enjoying the taste and smell from between her legs. As he ran his tongue over the blade, he cut it slightly, and sighed with pleasure from the cut. He looked at the knife, examining the small amount of blood that lay upon it from his tongue.

He brought the blade up to Rebecca´s mouth, and held it in front of her lips.

“Lick it,” he commanded.

She hesitated, eyes darting up to his, then back down to the blade. She whimpered softly. He pressed the gun into her thigh, and he repeated “Lick it!!, with a growl.”

She brought her tongue out to the blade, and he pressed it onto her tongue, moving it down so that her tongue met with his own blood. He grinned as she did it, enjoying the look on her face. She felt disgusted, knowing that she now had his blood inside of her mouth. To her he was a sick freak, and he knew that she viewed him as one.

“Well…now you have a part of me inside of you, how´s it feel?! Once I get into your bloodstream, you won´t know what hit you!” he said and laughed. Sure, you may be disgusted by me right now….but, you´ll come around. They always do,! He said with a mad grin on his face.

“Placing the barrel of his gun on one of her nipples, he began to move the barrel over her nipple, playing with it. He bent down to lick at the other one, biting into it until she screamed out in pain. He smiled at her, licking his lips as he moved the gun down to her stomach, and further down to her thighs. She shivered as he ran the gun over her body. Watching her shiver, he took his gloves off and brought his hands up to her bare breasts, flicking the nipple back and forth between his fingers, then twisting them roughly. She cried out in pain, and he twisted then again, enjoying the look on her face.

She watched as he brought his hands up to her face, touching her lips to play with them, tracing the outline of them with his long fingers. The touch of his hands on her lips made her feel sick, proving to feel even worse than when they had been gloves.

“Get up,” he said to her, pressing his gun into her side.

She stood up slowly, trying to keep her balance on the lumpy mattress. She stepped off of the mattress and stood in front of him.

“On the ground,” he said.

She began to kneel down to sit on her knees, and suddenly she felt a swift kick connect with her bare ass. She fell forward onto her face, a muffled cry of pain and surprise coming out of her mouth.

“Whoopsie,!” the Joker exclained, cackling wildly.

She tried to get up off of the ground, but the Joker placed his black leather shoe onto her back, holding her down.

“I didn´t tell you to get up, so stay down,!” he said, glaring down at her.

She trembled beneath him, noting the deep change in his voice, and kept her body pressed onto the cold, dirty floor of the warehouse. He pressed his foot into her back, pressing into her spine, then said “now roll over and lie on your back, quickly now…,” and he removed his shoe from off of her back. She rolled over onto her back, her breasts bared, erect nipples pointing up. He stood over her, eying her naked body.

“Now spread your legs,” he said, and he motioned with the gun for her to open them.

She opened her legs, and he knelt down to the ground, placing his knees on the floor of the warehouse. He moved the gun between her legs, and began to rub it over toned, creamy thighs. Bringing it up further between her legs, he placed it on her clit, rubbing it with the barrel of the gun. A guilty moan escaped Rebecca’s lips, and she felt surprise and shame. She didn´t want him to know that it felt good when he ran the barrel over her clit, but she hadn´t been able to help herself.

Hearing her moan of pleasure, he had looked up into her face with a smile, a strange glimmer in his eyes.