Lovely Memories

Explosives, chaos, blood…these were some of the things that really got the Joker excited. He preferred to get his kicks through violence and utter mayhem, and that was what mattered most to him. So naturally, sex took a backseat to the more important things. It could never interfere with his plans, which came first and foremost. However, the mood did still strike him, and when it did, he of course saw to it that his needs were met, in whatever way that may be. Sex in the traditional sense, however, was not always necessary. There were other ways for him to get intimate….really intimate, with someone.

So now he sat thinking about the looks on the faces of his victims when he tortured them. There was the bulging of their eyes when he chose to strangle, and the look of utter fear as he brought the blade down into their skin, carving them a new face. Yes, that was lovely. That was what got him…there. The pure intimacy of inflicting pain upon them. Being the last person they saw as life slowly drained out of their bodies..

Some would beg while others would even fight back. He always enjoyed t when they would struggle. That last bit of hope, the pathetic attempt to survive. It only added to his excitement. Now as the Joker sat on the dirty, lumpy mattress which he used as his bed, surrounded by the grey dingy walls of his bedroom, these memories came to him. He thought of all of these things and more, while stroking at his cock through the material of his purple pants. Images began to flash in his mind. There was the flash of a blade, it sinking into the skin of one of his victims. Then there was the first flow of blood as it trickled from the wound, that gorgeous red color. Oh, how he always enjoyed that first cut the most. It made him feel so..alive.

There was the feel of the blade pressing into their skin, and how utterly wonderful it felt as he sliced into it. Yes, these were some of the things that got him going. His hand travelled down to his zipper, pulling it down, and his cock broke free from the encumbrance of the purple fabric. He slipped a finger under the green suspender on his left shoulder, stretching it down past his shoulder so that it lay against the mattress. He did the same with the right side, then he lifted his ass up to push his pants down to his ankle. He kicked them off of his feet, and they fell to the floor. The Joker placed his hand on his cock, slightly stroking at its wide girth. It throbbed beneath his touch, aching for attention.

He thought of their screams of terror, how he could hardy control his excitement once the screaming began. The way it filled his ears….oh, what a positively delightful sound it was. The Joker flicked his tongue out, licking at the scars surrounding his mouth. He closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the memory of a long gone scream resonating in his ears. ´He stroked at his cock, moving his hand up and down its length, working to please it, to calm the aching throb that came from within. He swallowed and tilted his head back to rest on the wall behind him…

He thought of one particularly lovely face It had belonged to a female victim, and he remembered how large her eyes had been. How they had reminded him of a doe. So large and full of complete innocence. Her nose had been slim and long, her lips cupid bow shaped, and her cheekbones….why they had been absolutely exquisite. Yes, he remembered running his fingers up and down along her prominent cheekbones.

He thought of how she had shivered beneath his touch. She had been absolutely terrified of him. Her eyes had kept travelling down to stare at his scars, eying them cautiously, as if they could somehow leap off of his face and attach themselves to her. He had savoured the look of fear in her eyes. That innocent face, those large, doe-like eyes. When he touched her she had shivered, shaking like a leaf in the wind. When he brought his lips down to kiss at those tiny lips she had almost jumped out of her skin. He had smiled at her, stroking her lovely, delicate face. Then once he began to cut her, well...that was when the real fun had started.

He had worked first at making tiny, lovely cuts all over her face. He had moved slowly, relishing the feel of her soft creamy skin beneath his hands. Then the screams came, and they had been, well… absolutely thrilling. He had worked diligently, concentrating on cutting her just so. He had dug the knife into her beautiful skin, and then he had brought the knife over her cheekbones last, saving the moment……

The Joker was now furiously stroking his cock, pumping it between his right hand which gripped it tightly. His eyes were closed shut, the memory of the woman playing before his eyes as if it were a movie. Why, he could almost smell her bood, and taste the warm red liquid as it flowed from her wounds. He groaned, shifting slightly on the mattress as he brought his free hand up to his tie, loosening it. He then grabbed the knife that lay down on the mattress next to him. Gripping the handle between his fingers, he brought it over to his legs, and he cut into his upper left thigh. He moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure as it coursed through his body, his tongue darting out to slide over his lips while he relished the memory…….

When the knife first hit her cheek, she had thrashed beneath him, her legs kicking out as the pain hit her. Her eyes had opened even wider, giving them a strange, bulge-like appearance. Then her mouth, that tiny perfect little mouth, had opened to emit a scream of pure terror. Oh, the beauty of that scram had been almost unbearable. Then the whimpering had begun, and he had pressed deep, bringing the blade of his knife down into those exquisite cheekbones, exposing the flesh underneath………

The Joker now had the knife held up against his stomach, and he pressed the blade in, breaking the skin. He watched as blood was released. He grunted and stroked at the cut, moving his ass back and forth on the bed, and arching his back from the pleasure he was receiving from the cut. The other hand continued to stroke at his rock hard cock, furiously moving up and down the length of it, working to release the pressure that steadily built up inside of it……….

He had fingered the wound, first rubbing his fingers along the outer edge. Then he had moved a finger into the deep cut, poking at the partially exposed flesh. He had leaned his face down, sticking his tongue into the wound, licking at it. He had flicked his tongue back and forth over it, moaning at the feel of it on his tongue, and the taste as it entered his mouth. The intimacy of it had been almost unbearable.

There had been blood all over her face from the dozens of cuts he had made…some small, others larger. He had run his face over hers, the blood from her cuts transferring to his skin. His mouth, eyes, nose and lips soon became covered by her blood. Oh, the feeling of it had been delicious. She had squirmed beneath him, whimpering pathetically as he licked her neck, then travelled down to her chest, flicking his mouth over her nipples. He had continued further down to her stomach until he had finally reached her thighs, moving his tongue toward that wet spot between her legs.

When he came back up to her face, he had placed his hands on her neck, first stroking it with his fingers, then grasping her small neck between his strong hands, choking her.. He had looked into those lovely, doe-like eyes the whole time……..

The Joker was now very close to orgasm, and he moved his head back, tossing the green strands of his hair out of his face. He continued to focus on the lovely image beneath his eyelids. He felt the pressure building, he felt it ready to expel itself from within, and his tongue darted out to lick at the corners of his mouth. A low growl came from deep inside of his throat.

He came hard, the white, sticky substance running down his hand, which was still attached to his deflating cock. He released himself, relaxing against the wall with a sigh as the memory floated away.