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Butterfly Kisses	By : jadedanime Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Batman, any of the comics, movies or otherwise, not the characters(except original henchmen on occasion). I make no money off this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Punishment
- 2-Reward
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A/N: Sorry about the formatting guys, I lost it in the transfer...and I don't think it's major enough to bother to go through and add spaces.
IMPORTANT STUFF: This chapter is more heavy into the Joker aspect of things. There is some torture aspects and some definite Daddy roleplaying. Toys, restraints, and injury are also in this chapter. You have been warned.
Chapter 2: Reward

As the last cuff clicked around her ankle Harley began to squirm with excitement. “Oh no, I’m trapped, whatever shall I do?” She cried, laughing. The Joker had now finally ditched his pants for good and had his little girl right where he wanted her. He was dripping, she was dripping, What a perfect pair we are! He thought.
“Now now Baby Doll, be quiet now and do everything I tell you…or you. Won’t. Get. Reward..ed!” The Joker tapped his bare finger against her lips. “Now….sayy ahhhh!!!” He sang.
“Ahhhh! Ugh!” The Joker pulled a thick dildo from under the pillow and stuffed it into her mouth. She sputtered and coughed, trying to force herself to relax, it was smaller than her Mistah J, but it was harder, cold and unforgiving in her throat. But it was like her throat was already spent, she couldn’t relax and she could feel her lungs burning for air. Oh please, Daddy, please don’t let this be it!
Above her the Joker finally undressed, carelessly throwing his clothing about the room. He climbed back on top of his little girl and watched her struggle to get a good breath. She was trying to spit out his toy, and it wasn’t even as big as he was! Ha! She’s not on her A game tonight! He thought. Knowing he wouldn’t get to play tonight unless he did something, he firmly tugged the colored cock from Harley’s mouth, allowing her to gasp for air. His cock twitched in anticipation. The more Harley coughed, the harder he got.
“I’m sorry Mistah J! I’m sorry! Oh God I’m sorry!” Harley cried, tears rolling down her face. Oh no! I’ve upset him and now he’ll hate me! It’s all my fault! Harley went limp, crying softly, trying to hold back her sobs. She couldn’t believe her man had to see her like this. He didn’t want this…
“Oh Harley! Harls!” He cradled her head and stared gently into her eyes. “Don’t you worry, Doll, if you can’t go again for daddy we can always play with other toys! Don’t you worry, no, no, shhh, hush now! I SAID. Hush. NOW!” He screamed. Harley’s eyes widened.
“Yes, Daddy!” The Joker rocked back on his heels and slid off the bed. He walked to the foot of the bed and knelt down, looking for something. Grinning, the Joker pulled out a heavy dark green trunk with an open Joker head lock. He dragged it over to the side of the bed so his Harley could see. He ceremoniously threw open the lid, cackling in delight at his treasures. Harley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she squealed with delight. They’d never brought out the box before. Dildos, whips, beads, flavored lubes, plastic knives and guns. It was a treasure trove of goodies, although Harley didn’t know what the kids toys were for, but she was sure she wanted to find out. “Heeeerrrreee we areee!” The Joker plunked onto the bed and turned around onto his stomach so that he could rustle around in his trunk. First he pulled out a purple blindfold. “At tah tah! No peeking!”
As Harley’s world went dark from the cloth, her insides begin to churn, the butterflies were out and in great numbers. Sure there was part of her thinking her man could kill her, but she would do anything for her Mistah J. She thought of her lifeless body for a quick moment, the Joker bent over her lifeless corpse carving his name into her skin. And her pussy threatened to gush, her orgasm already teetering on the edge.
All of a sudden she was brought back into the present as the Joker shoved something up her ass. She could feel a liquid spilling into her, coating her insides, it was warming and made her ass feel tingly. She moaned. “Oh! Mistah J!” A gag ball was set on her mouth as a warning, the Joker giggled. He withdrew the tube of lube and to Harley’s surprise it wasn’t one of the flavored tubes. Pity.
“Now Harley, hold still so daddy can stretch you out a bit, eh?” His finger slid into her tight little ass like it was barely there, lube dripping out, down her ass between two almost perfect globes and onto the bed. The Joker sighed. “It’s good to be home.” He added a second finger to the mix, then a third. Harley twitched and began to groan as the Joker found her sensitive spot from the opposite side of her walls. Sighing, the Joker promptly removed his fingers and reached his hands to the gag ball, tying it tight, Harley felt the lube on her face and squirmed.
The Joker was enjoying this little shindig. It wasn’t that he loved her pleasure, or her pain, it was that he loved watching her fall apart at the seams because of him. She was swimming in the deep end, she’d dived off the board years ago. No, Harley was crazier than he was. He knew he was insane, he knew what he did was wrong, but her….she was in heaven when his knife cut into her just the same as she was in bliss when his cock slid into her snatch. She loved everything he did, she would do anything for him, and so, sometimes he decided he would reward her. He shoved the head of the biggest dildo he had into her ass, which grabbed at it with a delicious suck. Harley was smiling around her gag ball, pushing onto the faux dick as tears rolled down her face. He was hurting her, but she was enjoying it. And for that, he was in heaven too.
Harley screamed from under her gag as the Joker turned on the vibrator. It pulsed inside her, heating her core, making her want to explode. He flicked her clit and watched her squirm, grinding her ass and the little inch of the vibrator that was left outside her into the bed.
“Oh you want more do you?” The Joker said breathily into her ear, his voice normal. “Well you have to promise me then that you won’t cum until I tell you to, or else you’ll have to be punished. Can you do that for me?” Harley nodded furiously, and the Joker pecked her cheek. “As you wish.” He plunged his throbbing dick deep into her dripping pussy, feeling himself come to an abrupt halt as he hit her absolute maximum. He pushed further still, squeezing his entire cock into her. He sat still for a moment as he felt the vibrator buzz against him. It took all of him to not spill himself right then and there. Harley cried out and pulled back, the pain too much for her.
So full! I feel like I’m about to burst! A tear streamed down Harley’s smudged face. Her Puddin’ above her rocked in and out, the vibrator sliding with him, threatening to either slip out, or perhaps slide in. After a few minutes the pain began to lessen, although it was still there. The Joker hitting her sweet spot every so often, Harley thought she could eventually begin to feel pleasure again. And so Harley stopped crying, putting on a steel face for her man. She had to be perfect for him and do everything he said, or else his night, and hers of course too, would be ruined.
All of a sudden, the Joker pulled out. Harley winced and fresh tears slid from her eyes and the vibrator was yanked from her ass. “It’s time to get down to business, eh Harls?” The Joker began to laugh, watching red tinted lube and pussy juices slide out of his little girl. He threw the vibrator to the side and set to work uncuffing Harley’s feet. Once he had them loose, he flipped Harley over and shoved her long, perfect (although now bleeding once again) legs underneath her willing body. More juices flowed from her aching body, and the Joker bent down to have a taste.
Harley flinched at the feeling of Mistah J’s tongue on her folds. She could feel him searching for her juices, and she felt embarrassed knowing that he probably stopped because she wasn’t reacting the way he wanted her to…
When the Joker had had his fill, he returned his attention to the green trunk. He settled on a short riding crop and a nice large pair of ben wa balls. As he turned his attention back to Harley he knew she was dying inside trying to figure out what she did wrong. He cackled inwardly. She was pathetic in every sense of the word….but she was entertaining that’s for certain. He loved her for it. Albeit he knew it was a very sick twisted love, but it was all he could offer her.
With a flourish, the Joker ripped both gag and blindfold off Harley in one quick motion. “Tah dah!” He said, as if it was some amazing performance trick. He waved the crop in front of her face, and did he detect a hint of drool? “Want to play sweetheart?” He asked sweetly. She nodded. “Good. Then be a good girl and come. To. Daddy.” The Joker swung his legs over the bed and patted his bare legs. Harley obeyed without a word, draping herself over her man and spreading her legs wide for him just the way he liked. “Now, Harley, I did promise you a reward didn’t I? You’ll have to wait just a bit longer now. Now, how about we make sure your ass is perfectly red, how about CARNIVAL! RED!” He growled, bringing the whip down hard on each of her cheeks, the sound was satisfyingly delicious, and large red welts began to form immediately. Harley cried out in both pain and pleasure. She hated to love what the whip did to her, but she knew deep inside it was one of her biggest turn-ons.
“Now, darling…WHAT. DID. I. SAY. ABOUT. BEING. ….. QUIET!” He hit her round globes over and over again, punctuating his message with each swat of the whip. Harley bit her lip and drew blood. The Joker stopped, impressed she had managed to keep quiet. Without a warning, he picked her up without any effort and slid back into her waiting hole. Harley gasped, the clown girl knew she had done good. He leaned back and let her ride him, and although he occasionally swatted her leg to let her know to change the pace, she had control for once. And Harley found herself having to work twice as hard to let herself go. It wasn’t the same if he wasn’t doing anything.
The Joker, however, was quietly content, a smirk plastered on his face, he enjoyed letting her take the reins for a little while, he was tired, hard work blowing up building and killing captives, you know. Quickly he was one the verge of his release and he struggled to hold onto his little girl’s hips. “That’s it Baby Doll, make Daddy cum. Daddy….wants….to…CUM!” He thrust up into her, spilling himself into her for what had to have been the thousandth time. He rubbed his finger against her clit and quickly she followed suit and collapsed on top of her man.
“Oh, Daddy J…..What would a girl like me do without cha? ……I love ya, Mistah J!” She snuggled against the Joker, sweaty and exhausted, he was too tired to do anything about it.
“Mm.” He replied. He never said he loved her, and he wasn’t sure he ever would. But he was sure somewhere deep down there was something. Whatever it was. He wasn’t a psychiatrist, so it didn’t really concern him much in his opinion. Unfortunately, his little harlequin WAS and he knew she always had the potential for psychoanalyzing him to death. It angered him to think such things and he considered tearing open her leg even more. But he was too tired. It was late, and he had big plans for the hospital in the morning.
The Joker rolled over and detached from Harley, he was in search of the pillow. The sheets were covered in their sweat and other bodily fluids, but he ignored it. Harley crawled after him and tried snuggling back into his side. He wouldn’t have it and flipped over onto his side, smacking his head on metal. He smirked, the balls, oh yea, he’d forgotten.
“Oh, Harls, be a good girl and hold onto something for me for a few days would ya?” Without even looking over his shoulder, the Joker tossed the ben wa balls casually to Harley, who without hesitation inserted them into her sore pussy.
“How long do I need these, boss?” She asked.
“Harley?”
“Yes, Mistah J?”
“Get….OUT!”
And so Harley scurried down the hall into her room, ignoring the looks from the other henchman ogling her naked body as she went, they could look but they could never have her. But before she could shut her door the Joker yelled, “Now don’t you drop those, I’ll know if you do! Dynamite is very dangerous you know!” For a solid minute the Joker cackled maniacally, and Harley wondered if there really was dynamite in the sex toys….
Puddin’ loves me, he wouldn’t ever hurt me that badly….would he?
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Thanks for reading guys! Sorry it took me so long with this chapter. I always hated it when my favorite stories would go offline for awhile, so I promise I will try to do better....
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