The Groupie's Date

[tinhuviel]

This one is bad. So very bad. But short! And kind of inspired by all those Joker groupies out there. What are these chick's thinking? ::shakes head in perplexity::

The Groupie’s Date

He had her up against the wall, pressing her body as hard he could with his own, savouring how she wriggled beneath him.  It was hard to do, but the Joker managed to squeeze a hand between them, moving it down between her legs.  He grabbed her cunt hard beneath her leggings, giving no concern for her yelp of pain and surprise.  He held her there hard, squeezing her lips together as he rubbed her hard with his palm. 

“Don’t fret, Sweetness.  You know you like it, why else would you be here?” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.  “You fucking love this.  I could do whatever I pleased and you’d only scream for more.  You know it.  Admit it.”

She said nothing, sucking in her lower lip as the tears began.  He was right and that’s what hurt the most.

“SAY IT!” the Joker suddenly shouted, his voice rough with an anger that transcended madness.

“Yes!  I love it!  I love you!”

A low chuckle vibrated through her body, a sign of the Joker’s satisfaction and approval.  “Lick my scars.  Feel how real they are, how deep.  How…thick.  I’m thick elsewhere, too, and you’ll feel that soon enough.  But now, Puddin’, I want you to make love to my scars.  Show me how much you want it.”

She started out slowly, beginning on the left check at the beginning of the badly-healed wounds, the tip of her tongue barely moistening his skin.  Her mouth was arid with fright, but she managed to carry on with her assigned task.  The Joker tasted of salt and war paint, and he smelled of clean sweat and a faint exotic spice, probably his aftershave.  It was old though, because she could feel a faint stubble underneath the white and red paint.  This aroused her more than anything else, making what was happening real to her.  Her enthusiasm increased a thousandfold and she licked and sucked at the vicious scars that marred the Joker’s beautiful face.  He hummed lowly as she worked her mouth on him, a steady buzz of approval, and she began to feel a hardness against her belly as the Joker’s erection grew.

He let go of her pants long enough to undo his own.  She heard the jangle of his watch chain and his knife collection when his slacks fell to the floor.  He wore no underwear.  “Don’t stop what you’re doing now, Clover.  Just keep on making my scars happy and I’ll do the rest.”

Next came her leggings.  He was rough with ripping them down her from her waist and, with one quick movement, he tore her panties loose, exposing her tender center.  The Joker wasted no time, shoving two fingers into her and pressing his thumb against her clit.

“Hm….you’re nice and juicy.  Here’s something for you to lick off,” he growled, rubbing her juices on his face.  “Lick it off.  Taste your sweet self, Baby.  See how good my scars can taste?  Hm?  You like that?  You’re a dirrrty girl, aren’tcha?”

She licked herself off his cheeks and lips, tasting her fresh musk mingled with his war paint and sweat.  It made her weak in the knees.  Sensing this, the Joker supported her against the wall, his fingers working wildly inside her.  She could feel his thick cock moving against her belly as the Joker instinctively thrust in anticipation.

Neither one of them had to wait long.  The Joker suddenly took her mouth with his and slid her body up the wall, his hands bruising her ribs.  “Spread your fucking legs,” he said, and she did.  He then slowly let her slide back down the wall and onto him.  She had to spread her legs a little wider to accommodate the Joker’s girth and she cried a little when he pressed in, forcing his way into her.  He then let her go and she began to fall.  Instinct took over and she grabbed onto him for support.

“That’s more like it, Kitten.  Hold on tight now, we’re going for a ride!”

The Joker withdrew himself from her tight passage almost all the way, then drove the length of his cock into her with a force that elicited a scream from her and a loud growl from the depths of his chest.  He repeated this.  Again.  And again.  Over and over he slammed into her.  Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as he pummeled her mercilessly.  The Joker had his legs spread and bent for better leverage and his hands were placed firmly on the wall to maintain his balance and withstand the weight of the girl he was fucking.  He kissed her again, this time a little more tenderly, but not by much.  He didn’t want her to think this was anything but a thorough and savage sexual act.  She was his city right now, his Gotham, and he possessed her as completely as he owned the city he ravaged on a regular basis.

She was crying against his shoulder when she came, clenching his battering cock with hard spasms. 

“Oh god please, I can’t hold on much longer.  You’ve made me weak.  Please please.”

“Don’t you let go, Precious” the Joker snarled.  “Don’t…you….fucking…dare.”

He slowed his pace but hardened his thrusts, pushing the girl hard into the wall and grunting loudly each time he entered her.  He heard a spatter and looked down to see blood hitting the floor.  The Joker was making the girl bleed.  He grinned wildly and began to laugh with vicious glee.  He shortened his thrusts, keeping his cock as deep in the girl as he could, feeling her wetness and heat engulf him.  The thought of his cock being drenched in her blood drove him over the edge and he tensed against the girl, feeling his balls clench and the flood of his orgasm pour into her.  The spattering grew louder and he looked down to see the blood and semen mingling on the floor.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahaha!”  His cry was triumphant with laughter and release.  “Unnghhh……”

The Joker began to relax along with his softening cock.  He still kept the girl pressed against the wall, so that he could keep himself inside her for as long as possible.  She whimpered against his scarred and painted cheek, “Y-you…y-you hurt me, but it felt so good.”

Finding his voice after his explosive orgasm, the Joker murmured in the girl’s ear.  “Yeah, well there is a fiiine liiine between pleasure and pain.  We crossed it-t tonight, didn’t we, Pumpkin?”

He felt her nodding against his face.  She still clung to him and kept her face on his, holding on to this moment of afterglow and loving the feel of his warm skin and thick scars.  Despite his viciousness and the feral abuse he met upon her body, the girl felt her Chakras vibrate with a strange kind of love for the Joker.  Her solar plexus glowed in her center and she mourned a little when she felt the Joker’s soft cock slip out of her.  More blood and semen splashed on the floor.

“You gonna clean up this mess?”  The Joker asked, his voice laced with malicious humour.  When he saw her perplexed expression, he laughed.  “I’m joking.  You know..”  he rolled his eyes back and nodded.  “Joker?  It’s what I dooo?!”

The girl found it in her to laugh along with him as he detached her from his frame.  She was a little unsteady on her feet and the Joker held her arms up to her elbows to help maneuver her away from the white and red fluids on the floor.  Once they were away from it, he helped her with her leggings (the panties were a lost cause), then pulled he own clothes back on, adjusting the knives so he wouldn’t hurt himself because of some sort of wardrobe malfunction.  He looked around and found his gloves, putting them back on.  He then reached into his overcoat and found his favourite knife.  Holding it in his pocket, the Joker turned his head to face the girl, who was watching him with a kind of hero worship gleaming in her large brown eyes. 

“Oh, Daisy Chain, you look out of sort-ts.  What’s wrong?”  he asked, mustering as much concern in his voice as he could.  “Is what just happened hitting you and you’re wondering what on Earth would possess you to let a freak-k like me take you in such a wild and barbaric way?  Are you disturrrrbed now?  Disturrbed by the fact that you licked theeeese?”

He pointed to his scars and turned toward the girl, pulling the knife out of his pocket and flicking it open.

“Wanna know how I got them?”  he asked, nodding.  Before she could even think of moving, the Joker was on her again, one hand behind her head, the knife hand holding the blade to the edge of the girl’s mouth.  They were against the wall again, a foot away from the mess they’d made.  “Yeah.  You want-t to know.  You neeeed-d to know.”

“I don’t care,” the girl cried.

“Yes you do.  Don’t lie to me, you simpering little pinhead.  You just finished sucking, licking, and making love to the worst disfigurement you’ve ever seen.  What were you theeeen-king?  Let me tell you now -  you weren’t.”  He accented the last word with a little jab of the knife, nicking the girl’s lower lip.  “Now, I want you to listen caaare-ful-ly.”

“I don’t want to, please,” she whispered as delicately as she could, so as not to risk being cut further.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.  You do, you really really doooo.  So hush.  Listen.  Learn.”

The Joker swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes lifting to the ceiling as though he were searching for Heaven itself.  “My mother was what you would callllI…..unstable.  For as long back as I can remember, she would do things to me.  She choked me once.  Another time she sucked and bit my cock and balls so hard, I had to go to the doctor.  She told him that I’d teased the family dog and got bitten for my trouble.   Since it was the free clinic, the doctor took her at her word and sent me home with some salve and an antibiotic.  That’s just an example of her rampant insaniteee.  And people call me crazy,” he scoffed.

“So one day, she comes home from the grocery store and starts putting away the food and whatnot.  I was a five-year-old moppet who was half-starved and full of five-year-old curiosity, so I eeked my way into the kitchen and began to explore some of the grocery bags in as unassuming way as possible so as not to incurrrr the wrath of Mommie Dearest.  Well….  Things didn’t turn out too well because I dropped a jar of pickles on the floor.  Mommie went berserrrk-k. 

“’Don’t you know how much this fucking food costs, you ugly little bastard?’ She said lovingly.  ‘And look at his mess!  Glass all over the floor!  Wasted pickles!  I’ll teach you to break shit that doesn’t belong to you!”

The Joker winced and moved the blade deeper into the girl’s mouth.  “She picked up the largest piece of glass from the floor and came at me, backing up against the kitchen wall.  Aaaand….”

With one swift move, the Joker sliced the girl’s face from ear to ear, cutting deep enough to sever vital vessels and kill her in the process.  He held her there for a few seconds, feeling the last of her life quiver from her body as he watched the light leave her eyes and studied her brand new smile.  When he was certain the girl was gone, only then did the Joker let the body go.  It slid down the wall and to one side, the head plopping down into the already cool blood and semen.

“Hm,” the Joker said before turning and walking away from the scene.  He’d heard that Bruce Wayne had a big meeting to attend at his fancy high rise office building tomorrow morning.  This would be a nice little gift for him early in the morning, a little better pick-me-up than coffee ever could be, he was betting.

He never caught the girl’s name.  He only caught her after watching her follow him down the back streets of Gotham for a good hour.  Who knew someone like him would end up with groupies?

“Hm,” the Joker repeated.  “It’s a funny world we live in.  Funny as hell.”

Exiting Wayne Enterprises, the Joker reset the security system on the building, and set out to find a Jack-in-the-Box.  Good sex made him hungry and he was certain Jack would whip him up something tasty in no time at all.

©Tracy Angelina Evans
Darth Shriek
2 April, 2009

 

In memory of Heath Ledger, Prince Conor and the one and only Joker.

Comments

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

This is a good thing, ja?

[razzle.livejournal.com]

Purrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Joo likey den? Gooood.

[glasg0wsmile.livejournal.com]

See, this is how I think Joker might get if a girl followed him around. As if he wouldn't know, he's the Joker. I think under certain circumstances, he's all about sexy times, but having a bunch of girls thinking he's sexy as hell would kinda make him frustrated, like they don't get how dangerous he really is.

I cringed for this girl. She learned the hard way to be careful what you wish for and after all that she's still drawn to him. I do like that you added that she'd been following him.

How'd you come up with this scar story?

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Good question. When it's time for him to tell how he got his scars, I sort of "switch off" and let whatever story comes to me. None of my fics are outlined or planned in anyway, but the scar story is pretty much as much of a surprise to me as to anyone who may read itl