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The Joker's Concubine	By : Jokersconcubine Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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For ten very long days, she heard nothing from him. She felt a like a much younger girl, dealing with the ups and downs of a high school crush. She missed him, she wanted him; she was angry that he’d been gone so long, she wondered why he was ignoring her. She spent unreasonable amounts of time looking at her bruises and marks in the mirror, feeling a strange sense of pride in them, an odd contentment at what they represented to her. They were his marks, and he had given them to her.

She lay in her bed at night, remembering the feel of his lips and hands as they had tormented her. Inevitably, the tantalizing memory would get the best of her, and she’d catch herself caressing the healing cuts as she brought herself to orgasm.

When she was done, she would turn and face the wall, wondering if somewhere he was lying in a bed by himself, thinking of her and wanting her as she wanted him. No. No, probably not. He was a busy man, as he’d said. He probably didn’t have time for random dalliance. For all she knew, he had another woman somewhere. Maybe that’s why he never slept at her apartment.

The thought of him with someone else sent a random shard of ice through her heart. A wave of jealous possessiveness ran through her such as she’d never experienced before. Following that, she just felt confused. She couldn’t understand why he was arousing all these complicated feelings in her.

It was on the eleventh day that she found the note under the door. She’d just returned from grocery shopping, and there it was lying just inside the apartment door. A single sheet of white paper, and in typed letters, “300 Taylor St, 7pm, tonight.”

She beamed down at the paper in her hand, and felt a giddy sense of joy at the prospect of seeing him again, followed almost immediately by a stab of fear. She wondered how she could feel so much at one time, and all of it contradicting each other.

She snapped out of her reverie, and took a look at her watch. She needed to be getting ready if she was going to meet him on time. She slipped on her sexiest new dress. It was black velvet, super short and revealing more than a little cleavage. It was refreshing to have nice things, nice clothes, she thought, as she slipped her shoes on and started out the door.

Her cab pulled up to the location right on time. She was a touch surprised to see only a large, seemingly abandoned ware house. What did you expect? Dinner and dancing? From Gotham’s best known criminal?

Her shoes clicked on the pavement as she walked to the nearest door. She tried the knob, and found it open. The cavernous room was mostly dark, with one small section of the far corner lit by a single, hanging bulb.

She looked around her apprehensively but the shadows were too deep to make out anything but the vaguest form of pallets and boxes. She stepped into the pale circle of illumination, feeling confused and disoriented.

Something touched her shoulder from behind and she screamed, spinning around to find herself inches away from his grotesque grin. “Hey honey!” He gave her a broad, friendly smile.

“You nearly scared the shit out of me!”

He giggled shrilly. “Yah, I know. You should have seen your face! Priceless, babe. Priceless." He smiled again, as she gave him a seething look.

She glanced furtively around the room. “Why are we here?” As soon as her eyes left him, he struck out. In a lightening fast movement, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it backwards, and dropped her to her knees. Her kneecaps hit the hard concrete floor with a shot of pain that rattled her bones. He walked behind her, and pulled something from his coat pocket. Grabbing her wrists, he bound them tightly behind her with a rough-hewn length of rope.

Stepping in front of her, he grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her head painfully backwards. He dug his other finger into the joint of her jaw and forced her mouth open. “Open up!” He released her chin, fumbling lazily with the fly of his pants. She whimpered as she saw him pull his hardening cock out. Grabbing either side of her head, he shoved himself forcefully into her pried-open lips.

The salty, somewhat grimy, taste of him filled her mouth and his sweaty scent surrounded her. He pushed himself balls deep into her mouth, and she gagged as she felt the tip nudging the back of her throat.

He pulled out, backhanded her firmly across the side of her face, and then grabbed her again, forcing himself back into her mouth. Her head was ringing from the force of the blow, and she could feel her cheek already swelling.

He viciously raped her mouth for a few moments, his fingernails drawing blood as he grasped her head. After one especially violent thrust, he shoved her away. With out the aid of her arms to balance her, she teetered and toppled to her side. She felt the gritty dust of the warehouse floor against her cheek and cried out.

“Clumsy slut, aren’t you?” he growled as he landed a well placed kick to her ribs. She shrieked and let out a rasping sob. She struggled trying to draw a good deep breath.

“Get up.” She sobbed into the floor. “Get up". He pulled her up by her hair and she screamed again as she desperately attempted to right herself. She had barely climbed back to her aching knees, when he took hold of her once more, yanking her mouth open with his hands and plunging himself all the way in again. She gagged on his next deep stroke, feeling the vomit rise up into her mouth. “Don’t you puke on me; swallow it back down!” The acidic taste of her regurgitated lunch burned into her throat as she struggled to swallow it back. He continued fucking her face, as she looked up at him with hot tears of shame streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying, Desi?” he asked in a surprisingly calm and collected voice. “You like this don’t you? You like feeling useful to me, right? And you love the attention. I know that.” He suddenly stepped backwards removing his erect cock from her mouth.

“Well?” he asked.

“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes on the floor.

“Look at me and tell me.”

She slowly raised her shining eyes to him, and in a trembling voice said, “Yes, alright? I love being useful to you.. I love being used by you. Yes, I'm soaking wet right now even though I'm hurting everywhere.”

He gave her that all-too familiar evil grin. “I know you are.” He paused for a long moment, looking at her in consideration. “Hey, you know what? I promised you a fucking the other night didn’t I?”

She gave a small nod, and as much of a smile as she could muster. “Hmm…” he rolled his eyes up, almost absent-mindedly, as though considering some trivial question. Finally, he sighed. “Well…I am a man of my word.”

She felt a moment of confusion, as he turned his back to her and strode towards the warehouse entrance. He put his hand on the door, looked back over his shoulder, and said loudly, “Alrighty, boys, she’s all yours. Have fun!”
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