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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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Desiree stared down at the bound woman who lay gagged on the bed. She was young, maybe 20 at most, and she looked utterly terrified. She was hyperventilating around the cloth stuffed into her mouth, and thrashing at the ropes that tied her hands and feet to the bed.

“Who is she?” she asked him.

“Nobody important. Just someone I ran into, and I thought she might make a fitting toy for us to play with this evening.”

She was somewhat taken aback. He had been gone for nearly three weeks, and then arrived at the door saying only that he had arranged an evening of fun for her. She had followed him to this abandoned place and found the frightened woman there.

Desiree watched from a distance as he casually approached the girl, and pulled a gun from beneath his coat. He stroked the muzzle up and down her tear-stained cheek in an almost affectionate manner. His eyes moved languorously up and down her naked body as he pressed the gun to her temple.

“Shhhh, shhhh, stop your whimpering and listen to me,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to un-gag you in a minute. When I do, you’re going to be quiet and cooperative, because if you aren’t…“ he cocked the hammer and placed his finger on the trigger. “BANG!” She jumped and screamed into her gag as he was seized with a fit of giggles. When he regained his composure, he looked over to Desi.

“Come here.” She hesitated a moment. Something about the way he had touched the girl bothered her. She thought about it a second and realized that she didn’t like him touching someone else. Not one bit. Not at all. He cocked his head at her and raised an eyebrow.

She grit her teeth and walked to his side. “Now,” he said to the girl, “my friend here is going to have fun with you and I’m going to watch. If I feel that either of you aren’t behaving very well, there will be consequences. If you do behave well, then I may just get excited enough to join in.” He ripped the gag from her mouth and threw it to the floor. She looked up at him, her large doe eyes paralyzed with horror.

“What’s your name?” he asked, tracing the gun down between her breasts. She whimpered as he pressed the barrel against her bellybutton. “Hmm?”

“Anna,” she whispered through her terror. He stepped away and sat in chair beside the bed.

He gestured to Desiree. “Desi, this is Anna…Anna, Desi. Now that you two know each other, it’s playtime.” He turned his eyes to meet hers for the first time since entering the room. “Go on, Desi. She’s a gift for you. Don’t you think she’s beautiful? I do. And I want to watch. So enjoy.” Her jaw was locked and she gave him an unmistakable look of annoyance. She didn’t want to touch this girl. She didn’t want him even looking at this girl. Yet, she knew she couldn’t possibly deny him anything he wanted.

“I’ve…I’ve never done anything with another woman before. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

He sighed, exasperatedly. “Fine, fine. I’ll help. Why do I always have to do everything myself? Start with the obvious act of removing your clothing. It does make these encounters somewhat easier if you're naked.”

His eyes never left the girl as Desi stripped. She felt a fresh wave of irritation that he hadn’t even given her own naked body a second look. She drew near the girl and looked back at him. “Why don’t you start by touching her? Start at the top and work your way down. Slowly.”

She climbed onto the bed and looked down at Anna. She knew, somewhere in the furthest corners of what remained of her fractured conscience, that she should feel sorry for this kidnapped girl who gazed at her with pleading eyes. Mostly, however, she only felt a rage that the Joker had paid Anna so much attention.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, you can’t-”

Desiree slapped her viciously across her face. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” Her voice was laced with revulsion. She heard a small laugh from behind her.

“Go on, give her a kiss.” She looked at Anna as though she was looking at something rather disgusting on the bottom of her shoe. “And Desi? Make it good. You’re doing this for me, remember?”

She leaned over and brushed her lips across the other woman’s, tasting salty tears. The girl sobbed and she kissed her again, roughly this time, forcing her tongue between her lips. She stiffened and tried to close her mouth but Desiree slapped her once more. “I recommend you cooperate fully if you want to walk out of this room alive. He’s not joking. He will kill you.” She lowered her face once again, and this time Anna allowed the kiss, briefly entwining their tongues.

Desiree moved to straddle the girl’s waist and ran her hands across the tiny, pert nipples of her captive. Leaning forward she licked them in turn, rubbing the edge of her teeth against them. The girl moaned through her tears as Desiree trailed her tongue down her tummy, across her pubic mound and down one inner thigh. Anna gave a high pitched squeal as she was sharply bitten.

Desiree felt an odd, perverse pleasure in harming the girl. How dare she come in here and take his attention away? She had worked hard for his approval and she was infuriated at being upstaged by some random stranger. If he wanted a show, she was going to give it to him to the best of her ability.

She lowered her head between the girl’s bound legs and spread her pussy lips apart with one hand. She looked back at the Joker over her shoulder and he grinned at her. “Go on. This is great!”

She ran her tongue up the girl’s slit and over her clit. She felt a shiver from the bound form as she slipped her tongue inside, teasing her until the victim’s body responded. She tasted the almost-metallic flavor of feminine fluid and began to busily slurp and suckle at the woman’s pussy, running her fingernails up and down her thighs.

She felt the girl’s body quivering, heard moans mixed with sobbing, and slipped two slender fingers inside the woman. She fucked her with her fingers as her tongue worked over the swollen clit. She hungrily pushed her further and further until Anna called out to the empty room and gushed liquid all over Desiree’s face.

She climbed forward once more, kissing the woman and coating both their faces in woman-cum. She looked over her shoulder towards the Joker but his eyes were on Anna, the gun still held lazily in one hand. He’s not even watching me!

She turned hating eyes towards the girl. “Your turn.” she said brusquely. She stood up, turned around and sat down on Anna’s face, muffling her surprised cry. “Go on, “ she snapped. “You weren’t brought here to look pretty. Make yourself useful.”

Desi pushed down, smothering her. She felt a hesitant tongue began licking at her own wet slit. She gave the woman’s nipple a painful twist provoking a scream. “Do it right.” Anna began to pleasure her, using her tongue with a skill that was surprising. She grated against her mouth, riding her face as she felt shivers of desire course through her own body. Tilting her hips, she pushed her rounded ass against the girl’s mouth. “Ass too,” she ordered, lowering herself down again. The girl gagged at first but reluctantly began circling Desi’s anus with her tongue.

Desiree had never had anyone do this to her before, and it felt simply amazing. She rubbed herself against the girl’s face, feeling the tiny tongue dart in and out of the opening. She felt a shock at her own behavior, as she realized that half the fun was knowing that she was making this woman do something completely vile and degrading against her will.

She reached between her own legs and began furiously rubbing her clit as Anna rimmed her ass. She met the Joker’s eyes as she came on the girl’s face, falling forward with a a yell and a grunt.

He stood up, placed his gun on the table, and removed his coat. “Good enough, Desi.” Good enough? What the fuck does he mean "good enough"? He untied his tie and laid it on the table beside the gun. Desiree climbed off Anna and sat watching him on the side of the bed.

He slowly unbuttoned his green vest, and then his shirt. It was only her second time to see him remove his regular regalia. The pants and checkered socks were soon on the floor beside his scuffed shoes. His eyes locked on hers as he stalked towards her.

Leaning down, he brought his lips within half an inch of her own and paused. She was yearning for his kiss, and for his attention.

“Move.” He shoved her violently to the floor and Desiree skittered backwards, and to her feet. She stood there, jaw dropped as he climbed onto the bed. He leaned down to Anna, and stroked her face with his hand. “You are so beautiful, Anna. Do you know what a beautiful girl you are?”

Her heart skipped a beat and she bit her tongue as she felt tears welling into her eyes. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss on the girl’s lips. Something ripped inside Desi, something tearing lose from within her. She collapsed into his newly vacated chair.

She was unable to remove her eyes from them as she watched the horrific sight before her. There he was, climbing on the bed, obviously quite painfully aroused. There were his lips, working down her body, and over her nipples. And yes, there he was stroking his cock and sliding it up against her pussy, pressing the tip to her entrance.

Hatred, pure, foul hatred bubbled up in her. She had done everything for him, every sick, horrible depraved act as she attempted to desperately earn his praise and his love and yes, to earn this, to earn the pleasure of being fucked by the man she adored.

She felt as though her body were not her own as she grabbed his gun from the table and stood up. He was so intent on the woman he was about to penetrate that he didn’t hear her walk towards him.

In fact, he seemed oblivious to her presence right up until the moment he felt the gun against the back of his head.

He turned slowly to her. With a wry smile, he raised his hands up in the air. “I give,” he said with a chuckle. Without a word, he slowly rose and walked backwards to the corner.

Ten minutes and one deafening shot later, they walked from the room. She didn’t look at him as they walked away. He slid an arm around her fragile shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

“Good girl, Desi.” She stopped and took a step back, looking up into his smiling face. Realization flooded her brain.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You knew I’d be overcome with jealousy.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Why?” she asked. “Why would you?”

“Sometimes, one’s loyalty needs to be tested. Now, I know that you are where I wanted you to be. You’ve come to all the conclusions I hoped you would. You don’t even feel guilty for what you just did, do you?”

She bit her lip. “No.” He raised her chin with one gloved hand and kissed her. She looked up at him in complete love and adoration.

“Now, you’re ready.” Puzzlement crossed her face.

“Ready for what?”

“You’ll see.” With a good-natured wink, he lead her home.
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