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The Joker's Concubine	By : Jokersconcubine Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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He flipped a switch by the door as he walked out, and the room was flooded with blindingly bright light. Desiree blinked, and saw the other men coming from the corners of the room. There were 3 of them, and they all wore the painted clown masks (Happy, Grumpy, and Dopey) that the Joker’s gang was famous for.

They closed in on her from different directions, and her heart beat with apprehension. Who were these men? And how could he just leave her with them? They might kill her for all he knew. Anger welled up within her, and threatened to burst through her chest as the 3 masked men circled her. She took a deep breath, wincing at the pain in her ribs. She willed herself to think calmly, to be rational, but she looked up at them with the eyes of a frightened rabbit.

“Don’t worry, honey,” drawled a muffled voice from behind the Happy mask. “You’re the Joker’s gal. He’d have our balls on a plate if we didn’t return you in one piece. We just want a little fun, and he owes us some after the shit we been doin’ for him.”

“Yah,“ said Grumpy. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout us. We ain’t planning’ on doin’ nothin’ like what we just saw the boss do to ya.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, as she realized that they were likely being honest with her. The Joker had said he ruled through fear, and she could hear that in the voices of these rough men. They wouldn’t harm his girl, no way. She was sure of that.

Happy stepped behind her, and she felt her bound hands being released as he cut through the rope. “We want ya to have your hands…you’re gonna need ‘em if you want to take care of all of us.” The other two men, chuckled.

Her anger flashed back into her mind. She had been teased since the night she met him and had yet to get an honest-to-God-fucking. He had beaten her, abused her, and then left her here with these thugs.. Part of her, the weaker, more insecure part, was hurt and offended. He didn‘t want her. He didn‘t even bother staying to watch. But there was another part of her, a newly emerging voice of strength, that was just incredibly pissed off.

Dopey extended a hand to her. “C’mon, missy. We’re going upstairs where it’s a little more comfy.” With a seething glare, she reluctantly gave him her hand. She considered her options as she struggled to her feet. She didn’t think she could run from them and was certain she couldn’t fight them. That left humoring them as her only choice. Besides, the Joker had left her here…he had obviously expected her to service these men, and she felt certain that there would be drastic repercussions if she refused.

The nearest of the clowns pointed towards a metal stair case against the north wall. “Up there.” She walked ahead of the men, now painfully conscious of the revealing dress she had worn. She climbed up the steps, giving the three men a very enticing view of what was under her skirt. Or rather what wasn’t under it, as she hadn’t bothered with panties.

She heard a lewd comment whispered behind her and hurried her way up the stairs and through the door on the landing. There was a small office inside, containing a rickety desk and a beat-up futon. “Not exactly the Hilton,” said Happy, “But it’ll do for this.”

The clowns stood side-by-side appraising her. “Alright, let’s see the goods!” said Dopey. She glared at him. “C’mon now, you don’t want us to tell the boss you were uncooperative do ya? From the looks of ya, you know what he’s like when he’s mad.”

Desiree gulped. Actually, she wasn’t sure that she had ever seen him mad, per se, but she sure as hell wasn't ready to find out either. Maybe it’s a test. That struck a chord with her. Of course, it was exactly the kind of thing he’d do. After all, wasn’t he trying to teach her that he was in control, that he was the dominant one and she was the slave to his desires? And wasn’t he also attempting to convince her to accept and revel in her own perverse sexuality? To free herself of all the old morality that hand haunted her former life?

She imagined the look he’d have on his face when she told him that yes, she’d done everything they asked, and yes, she’d shown his boys a good time. He’d be proud of her…he’d be happy that she let go of any semblance of shame or embarrassment. It would make him pleased with her if she did well at this. She might even get a “good girl” for it.

It wasn’t as if she’d never done something like this before. In the past it had been for money. This time it was for something better…it was just one more step in redeeming herself sexually, in taking control of and accepting her own desires. More importantly, it was one more opportunity to garner his approval. If she impressed him, if she amused him, if she did all he said with a smile on her face, then he wouldn’t leave her. (The fact that he also might not kill her seemed somehow quite secondary to Desi.) In that moment, she made up her mind to perform to the best of her ability.

“Alright boys,” she drawled with a sexy smile. “You want a good time? We’ll have a good time.” She slipped her hands slowly behind her, paused for dramatic effect, and dropped her dress to the floor. She knew she had a spectacular body that most women would kill for, and it served her well in this instance. Grumpy let out a long wolf whistle as she unclasped her lace bra and revealed her ample breasts,

“Damn,” said Happy. “The boss sure does have good taste. And look at that!” He pointed between her legs. “He’s even carved his fucking initial into her!”

“Man, that’s, like, I dunno…sick and hot all at the same time.”

“No shit.”

Desiree posed with her hands on her hips. “Are you guys going to talk about it all day or are we going to get down to business.”

Happy began stripping his clothes off. “You don’t have to ask me twice, babe.” The other men quickly disrobed. She walked to the futon, a definite swish in her hips as she went, and sat down on the edge.

Happy was the first one to approach her. As he stood in front of her, she fluttered her eyes and coyly grinned. “See something you like?” He chuckled under his breath.

“I saw something I liked when you and the boss were messing around…you looked pretty talented with that mouth.”

“I’ve been told I’m not bad,” she said with a wink. She leaned forward to grasp his short, thick cock in her hand. She lowered her mouth and lightly ran her tongue across the tip. She heard a low intake of breath come from within his mask. She dipped her head lower and slid her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft all the way up and then engulfed him entirely. He groaned as she began to work her tongue against him while he thrust slowly in and out of her lips. Her face was slightly swollen and aching from the Joker’s earlier handling of her, but every bit of pain recalled his face more clearly to her memory, reminding her that she was doing this for him.

Dopey and Grumpy had closed in on either side of her, leisurely stroking themselves as they watched. Grumpy pushed a bit closer and rubbed himself against her cheek. “Move over,” he grumbled. “Share.” Happy reluctantly slipped himself free. She cut her eyes in his direction and placed one hand around his cock as she began sliding her wet tongue up and down Grumpy’s manhood.

“That’s a girl…” he whispered. “Suck it nice and hard like I like…” She savored the smooth texture of his skin against her tongue, the salty taste of his flesh, all the while maintaining her grip on Happy who was throbbing in her small hand.

Dopey seemed content to lazily play with himself as he watched. “Goddamn, this is so fucking hot,” he muttered.

She could hear the heightened breathing of the two men as they enjoyed her ministrations. She didn’t want this over too soon…She wanted to make sure she did an excellent job worthy of the Joker’s praise. She rubbed Grumpy’s scrotum with her free hand and removed her lips from him. “Hmm…Is this all you want or would you like something a bit…more interesting?”

He turned towards Dopey and chuckled. “Well it ain’t no coincidence that there’s three of us.” He crawled onto the futon behind her and lay down. Patting his thighs, he beckoned to her. Desiree slithered her slender form over his body as moved to straddle him. She grasped his erection in her hands and guided it into her slippery pussy. That first stroke felt ecstatic to her…she’d never gone so long without sex before, and her entire body was prickling with sensation.

The feel of her nipples rubbing against his chest sent tiny tingles all through her as she leaned over and began to ride him. As she ground herself against the stranger beneath her, the Joker’s face came startlingly to mind. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to convince herself that it was him she was fucking. Her pussy clenched around Grumpy’s cock as her mind wandered to the man she really desired.

She was barely cognizant of the other two men who stood by, waiting their turn. Her mind was full of him; the sound of his voice ringing in her ears, the memory of his hands, his mouth on her body, and those beautiful, crazy brown eyes staring deeply into her own.

She felt the wet juices of her arousal flowing between her legs and over the body of the man beneath her. “Fuck, she’s soaking wet already,” Dopey said from behind her. She felt his weight on the futon as he climbed on it. He straddled Grumpy’s legs and placed his rough hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. He rubbed his cock up and down her crack, coating it with her copious fluids.

She felt a nudging pressure against her ass as he tried to push himself inside her. She whimpered sharply and threw herself forward against Grumpy’s chest. “C’mon honey, loosen up,” he pleaded in an anxious, lust-filled tone. Well it might go a little easier if you’d use some damn lube, she thought as he continued gently pushing at her tight hole.

She stilled herself and tried to relax for what she knew was coming. If I can just get past the first thrust, I’ll be ok. She stifled a scream as he worked himself past her outer sphincter and willed herself to just breathe. The excruciating pain of being filled and stretched by the two pistoning men ripped through her body. She repeated her mantra, I’m doing this for him…to make him happy…to make him want me! She tried to think of her own suffering as an offering to him, a gift, and slowly she calmed herself.

Her body began to adjust to the intrusion and bit-by-bit the agony was replaced by swelling waves of ecstasy. She bucked back against the two masked men, wantonly impaling herself on them. From the corner of her eye, she saw Happy approach her from the side, his rigid hard-on in hand.

She needed no urging. She turned her face and took him into her mouth. The unique taste of pre-cum lingered on her tongue as he buried himself into her throat. She hungrily licked and suckled his cock as he grasped her hair and began to pound her face. She abruptly pulled free of him and wailed in rapture as she teetered on the brink of climax. With a ear-splitting shriek of unbridled passion, her pussy clamped down in orgasm. A flood of wetness ran between her legs to drench the laps of the two men who were furiously raping her spasming body.

“Oh fuck, that is so fucking tight,” moaned the man beneath her as Happy forced himself back into her mouth. Dopey pumped himself frantically in and out of her ass. The two cocks within her rubbed against each other through the thin wall that separated them. Grumpy’s body tensed, and he released a loud, guttural growl of satisfaction. Only moments later, Dopey joined him, grasping her hips viciously as he squirted his seed deep within her.

She persisted in her oral attentions to Happy, redoubling her efforts now that her concentration was no longer divided. She massaged his tightening balls as he forcefully fucked her face. Her efforts paid off only seconds later as he yanked out of her mouth and spurted his cum across her lusty countenance. He stroked her cheek with his cock, rubbing the slick substance all across her face with a satisfied sigh.

Desiree collapsed herself on top of Grumpy, her body exhausted from the rigorous fucking. Her own haggard breath was caught in her throat and her heart felt as though it were trying desperately to rip itself from her chest cavity.

Within a few moments, she rolled over and the three men stood up. They all looked down at her through their leering masks. Happy turned towards Dopey and snickered. “And just think, they told me I was crazy when I said I was gonna work for the Joker!” The other two joined in his laughter as they began dressing themselves.

Desiree lay flat on her back, staring at the low, dusty ceiling. Her pulse was slowing, and she felt reality seeping back into her addled mind in tedious increments. She was barely aware of the men leaving the room and clanking down the metal stairway.

<>I enjoyed that. I enjoyed it, and I don’t feel guilty for enjoying it. The concept was foreign to her. She had reveled in the little orgy for the pure sake of pleasure…pleasure for herself of course, but also pleasure for the man she so lusted after. His smile might be gruesome but she knew she’d do anything for a chance to see it.

She wasn’t yet used to the free feeling which overtook her, and she found it a bit intoxicating. She lied there, still and quiet on the dirty futon, not giving the slightest notice to the fact that she was covered in cum and sweat and her own excretions. She was lost in her thoughts, and didn’t hear the sound of the door that opened downstairs, nor did she hear the odd footsteps as they ascended towards the dingy office.

It was only when the door opened, and she caught a flash of purple in her peripheral vision that she broke from her reverie. She sat up, raising her eyes to find the face that had filled her mind only moments before. He leaned against the door frame for a long moment, arms crossed over his chest,. He looked down his nose at her, taking in her cum-smeared face. Silence filled the air for several tense seconds.

“Enjoy yourself, I presume?” His tone was oddly detached and lacked it’s ordinary under-current of dark humor. The look on his costumed face was unfathomable, but it sent a cold chill straight through her. She swallowed her fear and met his eyes. He didn’t appear happy in the slightest. As a matter of fact, he looked more than a little irritated.

Crestfallen, she lowered her gaze. He bent down and threw her dress towards her. “Get dressed. And wipe that shit off your face. You look like a two dollar whore after a hard night out.” Disappointment and resentment blossomed inside her. What the hell did he expect her to look like after he had abandoned her to a gangbang with his goddamned goons?

He didn’t speak to her as he turned and walked out the door. She followed hesitantly a pace behind, wary of saying even the slightest word. She could sense something dark and volatile boiling beneath his silent visage.

As they reached the ground floor, she saw the 3 clown-faced men gathered near the front of the warehouse. They were talking good naturedly amongst themselves as the Joker and she approached. “Hey boss!” Happy called out with a wave.

Silently and without ever missing a step, the Joker pulled a pistol from his pocket and shot the man through his chest. He fell to the floor with a loud thud as the other two men scattered. The Joker was too quick for them. He turned on his heels, coat flaring behind him and casually put a single bullet through each of them. Even to her untrained eye, she could tell he was a miraculous shot.

She stopped as he continued walking to the door, and looked at the dead men lying nearby. She knew that she should be feeling something right now. She had bedded them only moments before, and though they were uncouth and crude, they had not been unkind to her. The smile tiny voice of her conscience was nagging at the back of her mind, telling her that she should feel some out-pouring of emotion in this surreal instant.. She glanced again from one dying face to another and felt…nothing. Just nothing.

A somewhat shrill and eerie voice reverberated through her head, much louder than first one.: The rights never get rewarded and the wrongs never get punished. That means there is no right and wrong. There is no good and evil.

The Joker turned to look at her, gun in hand. “What?” he yelled at her, throwing his hands out to his sides in an exasperated gesture.

She fixed her long, silent stare directly into his blackened eyes. “Nothing,” she stated in a cool and confident voice. “I was just thinking how happy I was to see you.”

Slipping the gun into his jacket, he reached for her hand. She took it, and he gave her the oddest, quirkiest grin as he lead her out the door.
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