Dear Red #1 (aka Every Pooch Has Her Day)

Dear Red,
How is Arkham? I’m so sorry that I ditched and left ya behind at the robbery. I suppose it is my fault that you are back at Arkham again. You can punish me later. I seem to always make a mess of things, I’m sorry, but as promised I’m writing to you to let you know of me and Mistah J’s latest sexy rendezvous. It was electrifying (literally) and I’m still trying to get over the shock of it. It simply was the most amazing love making session we’ve ever had (and I know I tell you this billions of times a day but my Puddin’ is THE BEST!).

This is how it all started:

We got back at the hide out at, I dunno, very late at night. I got him really wired up; I got us into some trouble. What was supposed to be one of his greatest diabolical stunts against ol’ Bat-face I unintentionally ruined with a witty-remark here, a witty-remark there, a pie bomb, an explosive rubber chicken…which all went terribly wrong. I was only trying to add my own little touch on things, you know me. And…um…we ended up being blown through a glass window and slamming into some alley, surrounded by darkness, rain, and a lot of stinky dirty rats. Thankfully we weren’t terribly hurt. As you know, we’ve been through worse. And the Batman didn’t get us…but boy was Mistah J pissed at me. Well, more pissed off at me than usual. He didn’t say a single word to me at all on our way back to our love nest. I was getting very very nervous--it isn't ever a good thing when I make my angel angry...

When we got home he dragged me out of the car by my pigtails, slammed me against the wall, and smacked me so hard on the face that I nearly fell on the floor.

“You stupid, stupid little twit!” he growled, his eyes raging, my heart racing, I was whimpering like some lone pup being cornered by a werewolf. “You nearly got us both killed!”

“I’m sorry Mistah J,” I pouted, and then he smacked my face repeatedly over and over and over again--bam! bam! whack!---smearing the white face paint clear off my cheeks. And the scariest thing was that he wasn’t even snickering or smiling or cackling like the way he always does; he was mad serious. I was getting beat up and abused; I could really feel the bruises that would end up on my face in the morning. But I must say, it really turned me on Red. Call me crazy but I seem to fall more passionately in love and sex-crazed over Mistah J with each time he lets out his rage like this. Ignoring the pain, I tried to explain myself and apologize for the whole fiasco, but he pushed me to the side and went to his work room, mumbling under his breath, whispering sighs, and then soft cheery-whistling in a devilish sing-songy way. Then in seconds he was back to his normal self, working at his desk, all hunched over his gizmos and gadgets and maps and what not like some mad scientist, I wouldn’t have dared interrupted him, especially after all that happened that day. But I felt really bad Red, really bad for what happened….I wanted him to forgive me! So I got myself all dolled up, re applied my face paint, black lipstick, and mask, re-did my pig tails, and wore my favorite passion red lingerie gown…I was smokin hot and ready to rev-up my darling Puddin’. I walzed up to him like a sultry sex goddess, trying to get his attention.

“Mistah J…” I cooed. “I am sorry for being such a bad little bunny…”

“I’m busy Harley…” he said in hard and serious tone. He didn’t even take one look at me, the jerk! Too busy playing around with his toys and going over his plans, so typical of him.

“But Puddin’…” I whined.

“I said I am busy Harley doll…” he said disgruntled.

“But babbyyy….your Harley-poo is trying to put a smile on your face…”

He hummed a tune to himself, still playing with his toys.

“Puddin’…look at me!”

Finally he jerked his head towards me, and I saw my darling angels’ sinister tiny smile creep all over my body, his eyes quickly running over my sexy little number, staring at my thighs, my breasts, my harlequin face…just for that moment, I was the center of his mad universe.

“What do you think Puddin’?” I grinned.

“You know what I think?” he smirked, smacking his chops. “Oh you don’t ever want to know what I’m thinking…especially what I really think of you Harley…”

I couldn’t tell if there was a hint of sarcasm or poison in his voice, but I played along, expecting something sweet and romantic to spew from his red lipstick mouth.

“Can you at least give me a hint, my angel?”

He made a deep cackling sound, and that smile of his got bigger; it made him look like a king and that grin was his divine crown. I saw amusement and glee. I noticed that he had his hand on a bright orange, purple striped collar that was on the table. He didn’t make it look obvious, but the way he was eyeing me with that dark intimidating glare made me wonder what the hell was going through his mind…something dangerous, something sinister… but all I was thinking was the sweet sounds of his voice saying “I love you Harley…” Or at least something a bit romantic and loving; I could only hope.

He stood up from his chair, walking towards me, slurring “You want to know what I think…” Then in a jolt he grabbed me by my waist, his talon-like fingers digging into my rib cage with such a force that it made me ache and cringe, and he forced me against him, breast to breast, face to face, his eyes stabbing into my soul as prominently as his scars…then he whispered, with our lips just barely touching, “I think you are a bitch…”

I was devastated by the way he said it: cold, ice-cold…harsh.

I replied, “What did you call me?”

“You are a bitch…a female dog…”
He gripped my waist tighter, and his voice got lower, his glare darker, and he continued, “And everyone knows that female dogs are one of the dumbest and lowest of animals, you know that Harley? It is a fact…I read about it in a newspaper…and you are the living proof of it, Harley dear.”

I didn’t know how to respond to what he was saying; my heart nearly broke in pieces, then he went on to say, “I find it rather funny Harley, that Bud and Lou listen and obey their master more than you ever could….do you need training? Do I need to put you on a leash? Do I need to be more assertive so you can learn to never disobey your master? Try this on…”

He grabbed the collar and put it around my neck, adjusting it so quick and tightly that I gasped for air.

“Mistah J, I am sorry for—“

Before I could repeat my sentence, a sudden strong and steady electric current zapped my skin, raising the hairs at the back of my neck, making me jolt with a loud, explosive wail.

“Bad little bitch…you need to be shown who’s boss around here…”

In his hand was a remote control, no smaller than a buzz zapper, it even looked like one, but with just the tip of his thumb he pressed the button, and out came another electrifying jolt running from my neck all throughout my body, at first, hot and stinging, overwhelming and terrifying, and then warm, soothing, and pleasurable. I tried to contain myself—oh the pleasure. As he was playing around with the levels on the remote control, the electric current grew higher, stronger, faster, more powerful, more dominating, weakening my body but igniting the pleasure inside of it from my head to the tips of my toes…oh Red, I had the best orgasms of my life, and Mistah J didn’t even notice. He was having too much fun playing with me; he was standing back, admiring the torture; my torture was his ecstasy, and at last, I was his toy. I smiled, I even laughed through my screams and welled up tears, and he looked at me still menacingly, but then his eyebrows raised, and I heard a subtle “Hmm…” arise from his lips.

He stopped playing with the remote control. I was panting and shaking; he said aloud in a chuckle, “Looks like I will be having a little fun with my bitch tonight…come to Master…”

I started to walk towards him, then he snapped, “On all fours you stupid little bitch!”

“Yes sir!”

He flashed a toothy grin at me; oh how it made me smile. He sat on the chair, patting his lap, nudging me to come closer to him.

“Come here little pooch…master has got a surprise for you…”

He burst out in a cackling laugh as I crawled closer and closer towards him on all fours, the top of my lingerie gown exposing my little breasts and my tingly perked up nipples. His eyes glared down at my breasts for just a moment, as an afterthought. His eyes were mostly staring at my face. I was then his play thing that he wanted to tease and toy with ‘till it broke….and even then he would play with the pieces of his shattered little Harley doll. My face got up close to his lap, my nose lapping up the glorious smell of his cock through his rugged purple pants…I could tell he was bulging, and it made me drool…but he wouldn’t let me touch or feel the center of his crotch. He smacked me on the face and chimed “Nuh uh uh…” He lifted up my head with his firm, cold, bear-like hand wrapping around my neck, and he scowled, “Bad doggies don’t ever get their treats, now do they?”

“No sir…” I gulped. His hand made a light squeeze around my neck, and I felt the electricity from the collar rising…and then his grip got tighter; I found it hard to breathe. From the look in his eye, this sudden look of death, I felt like he really did want to choke the life out of me. He wasn’t grinning or laughing, though I knew deep down this was all one sick joke, and he was laughing hard on the inside.

“I don’t believe in animal cruelty my pet,” he slurred. “But tonight, I will make you my guinea pig and run a few…tests…on you…it is the least you can do for making an utter fool out of me in front of the Batman…”

I nodded, and then the electricity from the collar shattered through my core; god how powerful it was; something like that could only be made by the one and only Mistah J. I had tears running down my face; the tears sliced through my clown makeup from my eye to my chin, and it made Mistah J grin. He slightly moaned, but then that was taken over by his loud, bone-chilling cackle.

“I am really enjoying this,” he beamed, smacking his lips and sticking out his tongue in a fast and quick lizard-like movement. “And the fun hasn’t even started yet!”

I was afraid, wondering what Mistah J had in store for me. It could be something planned, or something totally random or spur of the moment. As much as I loved him, even I admit that at times he can take his perversions a little too far. Even in this heat of submission, I was terrified of this mad man, my love, but in utter joy and ecstasy to be under his dangerously evil dominance and power and will. Those dark shadowy eyes of his towered over me as he slowly stood up, glaring down at me like some low-life piece of scum, his lips curled and his clown make up muddled, making him appear all the more freakish and nightmarish, the epitome of every child’s nightmare, my ultimate dream. As he moved just a couple of steps away from me, I tried to follow, but he spat at me and hissed, “Stay…stay…stay…that’s a good dog…stay…” I obeyed. “That’s a good girl,” he smirked, stretching out his arm to caress my blonde hair, his finger twirling around the tips of my bouncy pigtail. His touch was gentle, as if he was caressing the tresses of a real life porcelain doll. Then his fingers clamped into my chin; he licked his lips, chuckling deeply, and then in a sudden swoop he grabbed me by both my pig tails and flipped me over against the table as if I was no lighter than a rag doll, my back smashing against all the other gizmos and gadgets that he had on the surface, my head aching. “Ouch!” I yelled, cringing in pain; he laughed with madness.

“Ooh, did I slam you too hard kiddo? Was I a little too rough?” he smirked, patting my cheek. He leapt onto the table on top of me like a kind of tiger swooping in to devour his prey, his greenish brown scraggly hair hanging over my forehead. His hands wrapped around my neck once more, as if in a vice, and he scowled, “Cheer up Harley, my pet, this is playtime, I thought little bitch pooches loved their play time…want to play fetch?”

I just nodded, gagging for air. He let go of me and grabbed a ball, it was bright yellow with purple polka dots on it. It looked so innocent, so childlike. He threw it across the room and shouted, “Fetch!”

On all fours, I got off the table and chased after it, and when I held it, I got electrocuted. My scream was piercing; the intense pain and pleasure came out of me all at once, and I then felt my red panties getting all wet and sticky. Mistah J laughed louder and louder, clapping “Good girl!” Then he threw me another one of his sinister balls, and again I suffered and came a couple times more at this explosion of burning, stinging electricity frying my veins. He giggled like a child, sitting on the table cross legged, basking in the excellence of his devious toys.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s a good bitch! Bring back those toys to Master…you can stand up this time.”

I could barely move. The electricity was in my system; I was hot, sweaty, panting, breathing heavily…I was stuck to the floor, and it was then I realized that his devious plan worked: I was shocked, electrocuted, paralyzed. It was worse than falling into quick sand.

“Aw, is my bitch already tired of playing fetch?” He shook his head, “My, my, what a useless piece of work you are. Why bother having a dog…I hate dogs…I would have been better off having a pussy cat.”

He waltzed towards me, moving and tapping his feet as if dancing to a tune in his own head. He lightly chuckled, standing behind me; I closed my eyes for a second, and I felt his hot breath against my ear, his slimy tongue tickling against my lobe, his voice muttering in a slight snake-like hiss. I melted by his warm touch, a touch I haven’t felt from him for so long…he caressed my neck with his finger tips, and danced them down towards my breasts, humming as he does it…his lips against my neck, moaning ever so softly as he grabs my soft tits. He makes a light growl as he squeezes them, pinching and teasing my rock hard nipples, and he whispers, “Oooh that’s my pet…if there is one thing you do right, you always keep this body so toned, fit, and prepared for any dangers that may come its way…” How sinister his voice sounded, but so sexy.

“Oh Puddin’…” I sighed.

“Yes Harley pie?” he said so sweetly.

“I…I love you…”

He responded with a subtle pat of my panty covered pussy. It was wet, dripping wet; I could even smell the stench of my cunt, and all the more I could smell the stench of his bulging crotch. He smacked his lips and sings “la la la da da da…” as he wiggles his finger against my pussy hole, and hums “Hmmm…”

“Ooh Mistah J…”

“Do pussies like to play with balls too?” he states.

“Um…”

He grabs the ball and shoves it straight into my cunt hole, forcefully and unmercifully, and deep. Oh Red, the pain…I cried my eyes out as my pussy got shocked by the electricity. Mistah J was laughing like a lunatic as I kicked my legs madly, lying down in the fetal position, just taking all of electric currents, shaking, shivering, wanting it to stop, but not wanting it to end.

“No, no, no, this can’t do…” Mistah J smirks. He grabs a roll of duct tape and then binds my arms behind my back, binding my wrists together so tightly that they got sore in minutes, and then my ankles, so I can no longer kick my legs as wildly as before.

“Let’s see how useless a bitch really is with only two legs…” he smiles. “And better yet…”

He grabs the other electric ball and shoves it in my cunt; I screamed as if I was dying; all that electricity inside my pussy made me feel like I was a living time bomb. He smacks duct tape to my pussy; the balls wedged into place inside of me, taking over my body, my legs growing numb, the rest of my body, falling over itself, overwhelmingly tingling with pleasure and agony, bound and tied, helpless, useless…completely his.

“How is that for a game of fetch,” he cackles. He rushes over to the table, grabbing what looked like a giant fly swatter or tennis bat. “Hm,” he says to himself. “What the hell do I do with this? Hm…I intentionally made this as a way to kill flies, but maybe it will work better in taming stupid little pooches…”

I cried, “No Mistah J, not that!”

“Sometimes Harley, you really need to learn to keep your mouth shut…”

He forcefully grabs me by my bound ankles and flips me over, my butt sticking up in the air, my chin against the floor, while the rest of my body lay limp and pinned down by the agonizing electricity that felt only stronger and stronger with each time my pussy clenched around the balls. He could tell I was in agony, pain, and suffering, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that I loved it, and he especially loved it all the more. I couldn’t see my Puddin’s face, but I could hear his playful giggle, echoing and thundering against my ear, as he pulled down my panties, and I cried, “You are such a sick man Mistah J!” And then I howled as he smacked my bottom with the electric swatter; the shock was unbearable, too powerful for words. Even with just one smack I felt like my ass cheeks were on fire.

“Ooh this is going to leave a mark in the morning,” he said coyly. He smacked me again; at that second hit I could feel that the skin was burning, and I squirmed frantically.

“Hush hush Harley," he chimes, the palm of his hand gently buffering my achingly tender bottom, "It was only a couple of smacks,calm down girl, shhhh…I can’t have you screaming like that….don’t make me gag you with another one of my new little toys…”

I shut my mouth; I didn’t dare what to endure through that.

“That is a good bitch…” he whispered. “Looks like you have learned your lesson…who is the boss of this town…”

“You…” I cried.

“And who is the boss of you…”

“You…”

“And who makes all the gags and punch lines here…”

“You Mistah J…”

“That is a good pussy! Now I can reward you with a little treat…”

I heard the sound of his pants unzipping and then felt the tip of his large, engorged cock wedged between my sore, aching, burning asscheeks. I then felt his hands gripping onto my pig tails, forcefully yanking my head back as he hums, “Vroom, vroom, vroom….” And then, he drove his cock into my asshole; somehow having that large cock inside of my virgin ass only intensified the pain, the electricity, the soreness, the ache, the torture, all the while as he was driving into me mercilessly, as if he was making war instead of love. He didn’t say a word; his heavy groans and wicked laughter filled the room, and I was silent, head down, ready to piss myself with pleasure, but pass out in defeat and surrender. He kept going and going ‘till my ass couldn’t take it anymore, then he pulled out, facing towards me, slapping his cock against my cheek. Without a single witty phrase or remark, he grabs my pigtails again for leverage as he stuffs his filthy cock into my mouth, full deep throat, non-stop; it was a gag fest. I drooled all over the floor; he didn’t care, he kept on going and going and going, topping it off by yet again zapping me with the neck collar. My screams and moans were blocked by his cock down my throat; he was fearless, careless; he loved the way I cringed in pain. Meanwhile he basked in his pleasure, his final victory of conquering me and my innocence for the night. I choked in my saliva, drowned in my tears; I looked at him and what I saw was pure sweet sexy evil. He was about to cum; he forces me down completely to the base of his cock, and he let his seed flow into my hot, electric body, letting out a deep, loud, and heavy grunt. He pulls out slowly, caressing my face, smearing the makeup, which surprisingly was still on my face, touched my lips, and smeared the black lipstick upwards to create a smile.

After that, you wouldn’t believe it Red, but my Clown Prince kissed me and held me passionately and we made love and then…he broke my nose. I guess I deserved it huh? Now I’m lying around in bed, just waiting for my angel to come home from doing whatever he is doing out there in Gotham. As soon as I get better, I will try and bail you out of Arkham, and we can have another girl’s night out and a sleep over like old times. Miss you and love you bunches Red.

Sincerely,

Harley Quinn