The Nun's Date pt. 3
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tinhuviel“Very well, my naughty naughty nun,” the Joker said, moving his head further down. He kissed her lower belly and pulled at the delicate hairs found there between his teeth, making Eileen squirm and giggle. “Are you ready, my sweet?”
She nodded, and the Joker slowly spread Eileen’s legs, revealing the untouched beauty of his pretty red-haired nun. Sticking out of his tongue, he touched her clit with the flat of tongue, making the nun moan and shudder. The Joker at first made no movement, just keeping the flat of his tongue still against her soft flesh. She tasted fresh, clean, and musky, just the way a woman should taste. It aroused the Joker even more and provoked him to begin moving his tongue up and down the length of Eileen’s cunt. When his tongue reached her opening, the Joker found the hymen barring his way. He pulled away. “Honey pie, do you want rid of this pes-sky boundareeeee?”
She nodded, unable to speak. “Sure about that, now, raisin seed?”
“Yes! Yes, please,!”
“Ooookay. Just wanted you to be certain.” The Joker said. He returned to his important work, pressing his tongue even harder against the nun’s hymen, feeing it give, but not enough. Taking a finger, the Joker liberally moistened it and worked it into the nun, who began to cry just a little. He stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Eileen said, wiping her tears away. “Please don’t stop.”
The Joker smiled, wet his finger again, and pressed harder against the hymen. This time there was a pop and some blood, which the Joker instantly lapped up hungrily. He heard Eileen crying, but he didn’t care, she tasted so good and this moment was so perfect. The pain would soon be nothing but pleasure anyway. Sure as he thought it, the cries melted away into small sounds of approval. He felt her hips thrust in spite of themselves, and the Joker grabbed hold of them, holding them down as he drank her in with a vengeance. There was no going back now. Sister Agnes was no more. Only Eileen remained and she was along for the ride the Joker had forged for them both.
He latched onto her clit with his tongue and teeth, sucking and lapping with a steadily increasing speed while, at the same time, pressing his middle finger about mid-way into Eileen’s open passage and making the “come hither” signal. It was too much for Eileen, who screamed out the secret name of God as she came for the first time in her young life. But the Joker didn’t stop. He carried on, as though it were business as usual. Again, the girl came. He sped up the pace. HA! Three time’s the charm. Time to let the poor girl rest.
Moving up her frame like a cat pulling itself along its prey, the Joker stopped only until he was face to face with his lovely ex-nun. “Was it good for you, my pretty little earwig?”
“Oh, sweet Jesus….”
“Joker will do just fine,” J kidded, his Glasgow Smile spreading out along his face at an unbelievable width.
“Was that - ?”
“An orgasm? No, Snookle-pookie. It was three orgasms. You ladies have a special knack-k for multiple orgasms. Now, why you’d ever want to depriiiiive yourselves of the chance to experience something like that-t is beyond me, but most religion is beyond me, so there you go.”
“What is your religion?” Eileen asked timidly.
“Welllll….” The Joker began, resting his chin in his entwined knuckles. “Therrrre’s a question for the ages. And one that ties in with how I got these scars. Do you wanna know how I got ‘em? Hm? Yeah?”
The Joker nodded the entire time, his chin never leaving his hands. Eileen got caught up in what she thought was his enthusiasm, and she found herself nodding along with him. “Yeah! Please tell me.”
“Not yet, Puddin’. We still have more fun to be had. You may have had your first orgasms and you may have had your cherry popped, as the saying goes, but you’re still a technical virgin.” The Joker noted the look of fear on Eileen’s face. “Oh, tut-tut-tut, Sweetness. Have I hurt you yet? Well, much?”
Eileen slowly shook her head.
“And I won’t either,” the Joker said, tweaking Eileen on the nose. “You’re too cute for me to hurt you like that. You’re cute enough to eat, which I did. You’re cute enough to kiss, which I have…everywhere. And you’re cute enough…to…fuck. Which I will.”
He let his words sink in as the Joker studied Eileen’s concerned, yet excited, face. “Then, after that, I’ll tell you all about my religion and how I got these scars. Let’s have some music, shall we?”
The Joker hoisted himself from the bed and hooked his iPod up to the stereo. Immediately, Enya came over the speakers, singing “Cursum Perficio.” The Joker looked over his shoulder at Eileen. “Ah, Enya. Ya gotta love Enya!”
He noticed that Eileen wasn’t really paying much attention to the music at all; rather, her attention was all on the Joker’s still-unsatisfied member. He knew she was worried about how it would feel having that inside her, how scary it would be, and he relished in that fear, despite his outward comfort of her distress. The Joker couldn’t resist a little hip waggle to accentuate his erection, just to add a little bit of fear to Eileen’s already-growing uneasiness.
The Joker continued. “I conjured up this little mix just for our special Date Night, Eileen, so I hope you like it. There’s more than one Enya song on here, so I’m hoping our velvet-voiced Celt doesn’t offend your auditory sensesss.”
“Oh, not at all,” Eileen said. “I’m just surprised that you like her.”
“Well, there’s not much I don’t like, Pez Candy-kins,” the Joker said, this time being completely honest. He raised his eyes skyward and frowned slightly. “’Cept for maybe Country music. Even some of that, I can tolerate, like Willie Nelson. Willie is a genius, no matter what genre. Most everything else, though, with the stamp of ‘Country’ pretty much makes me want to wreak havoc on small villages or – or even large ones like Gotham here! Fucking Country…a waste of time in pretty much every way imaginable if you ask me.”
He stopped and looked at the expression of his flame-haired lover, amused at her bemusement. “But listen to me, on my soapbox once again! Let’s just enjoy the music-c, shall we?”
“Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart graced the extensive sound system the Joker had implemented in this new lair of his. It was as removable and mobile as everything else that meant anything to him. When the song came on, the Joker eyed Eileen knowingly and waggled his eyebrows at her. She smiled at him and waggled her own back at him.
“Why you incorrigible little minx!” the Joker chided, jumping back on the bed beside Eileen. “You deserve a spanking for mocking-g me!”
He turned the ex-nun over on his lap and gave the girl a playful smack on her arse. She laughed and forced the Joker over, smacking him right back. He liked her. He liked her moxie. It turned him on. Looking down, the Joker made note of how turned on he was. Yeah, the time was ripe for the nun to be taken and the nun was very ripe to be taken. The Joker flipped on his side and pulled Eileen to him. “Kiss me,” he said flatly.
Eileen was suddenly shy in front of him. He repeated himself, just as flatly. “Kiss me.”
She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something held her back. Maybe it was that Eileen sensed that the Joker wasn’t playing anymore. Maybe it was that Eileen suddenly realized that none of this was a game, or ever had been.
“KISS-S. MEEEE!” And he grabbed the back of Eileen’s neck, bringing her face to his. And she kissed him. More like, he kissed her. Hard. His tongue wrapped around hers in an act of possession unlike anything she’d ever before experienced.
“Now tell me, Muffin, whose heart do you belong to?”
“Yours?”
“No no, say it with more convic-tion than that, Silly String. Nowwww….whose hearrrrt do you belong to?”
“Yours, Joker! Yours!”
“What, no god? Fickle, aren’tcha? Oh, don’t cry. I’m just having a lit-tle fun. Why so serious? Now kiss me.”
She kissed him again, this time with much more tenderness involved. He stroked her cheeks as they kissed, brushing them lightly with the tips of his fingers and the backs of knuckles.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” the Joker whispered to her as “Love Is a Stranger” by the Eurythmics played over their heads. “Nothing would please me more right now than to make love to you, than to feel you from the inside. Eileen, my sister, my friend, would you allow me this honour?”
Tears sprung up in Eileen’s eyes to hear him say this. He was, after all, her first, and she couldn’t imagine her first being anything but gentle and noble and sweet. “Yes, J, it would be an honour.”
He had her. He knew it. Now the fun could begin. Placing a knee in between her thighs, the Joker cupped Eileen’s breasts and buried his painted face between them, kissing her cleavage. “Mmmm, you taste just like honey, my little hive. I can’t wait to feel you everywhere. Kiss me, Eileen. Kiss-s mee….” The Joker purred in her ear.
Eileen kissed him enthusiastically, passionately, with abandon. It was her tongue in his mouth this time, her hands on the sides of his face, caressing his scarred flesh without one shred of care for how the scars felt beneath her fingers. All that mattered was how wonderful he felt and how precious he’d made her feel on this night they’d shared together. Eileen hugged the Joker to her and wrapped her legs around his buttocks. Before he entered her, the Joker stroked her drenched pussy with his left hand and wet his cock with her juices. Despite it all, the Joker really didn’t want Eileen to be hurt by any of this. He wanted her first time to be wonderful.
“Are you ready, Pussycat?”
“More than.”
And, with that, the Joker pressed his cock into her virgin opening. She gasped a little, her green eyes glistening with newly-formed tears. “Are you okay?” the Joker asked. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no, please. Not now. I want you all the way inside me. Just do it. Do it now.”
For perhaps the first time in the Joker’s recent life, he was caught by surprise, and he thrust forward out of just that ~ surprise. Eileen cried out and bit into his shoulder, drawing blood, which caused the Joker to cry out. This was the fantastic combination of pleasure and pain for him, and he paused to savour it, to wonder at the snugness of the sister surrounding him. The Joker winced a little at the sublime perfection of it all and he was a little afraid to move at all, to ruin the beauty of it. But the girl grasped his bottom and pushed him in further. “Please,” he could hear her saying in the haze of perfect pleasure in which the Joker found himself.
“How old d-did you s-say you werrre again?” the Joker asked.
“I’m 19,” breathed Eileen. “And I never told you til now. Does it matter?”
He laughed that wonderfully Joker laugh of his and said, “Noooo, no it doesn’t matter, my lovely girl child, my beautiful ex-nun. Now…where werrre we?”
“You were about to…fuck me.”
“Yeeeaaaah, that…..” And with that, he withdrew just a little to get the lubrication right again before thrusting back into Eileen. With each time, he pulled out a little more, then entered her a little harder, getting her prepared, getting her ready for a good and true fucking. And each time, she cried out a little louder, her sounds plaintive and wonton in nature.
By the time he was able to completely withdraw and re-enter her without any trouble, they were both slimy with sex and sweat, the Joker’s green hair dangling wetly and mingling with Eileen’s damp auburn hair. They clung to one another as though they would fall off the planet if either one let go. As the Joker set the rhythm of their bodies, Eileen enhanced their experience with the entwining of her limbs with his, entangling her legs with the Joker’s to the point of his being incapable of escaping her until they were both complete with one another’s bodies. He didn’t know how she did it, but her legs snaked around his to the point of trapping him against her and inside her. All he could do was thrust helplessly against her until he thought he would die.
When he came, he did so in silence, very unlike his typical roar of triumph. He was humbled and in awe of Eileen, who came with him, also in silence, squeezing him with her virgin walls over and over again, milking him of every drop of semen inside him. The Joker fell against her, his open mouth breathing heavily on her wet throat. “What did you do to me?” he asked. “Are you sure that was your first time, Eileen?”
“I was, up until a few hours ago, a novice of God. Do you really think I’d lie to you, Mister J?”
The Joker smiled. “No. No, I guess you wouldn’t. You’re quite the natural, there, Seedling. Quite the natural. Shame to see it all go to waste.”
Eileen thought the Joker was referring to her returning to the convent. “If they’ll have me back at all, that is, after tonight.”
“Yes…Yes, of course, after tonight,” the Joker said, playing along with her. “You asked me something earlier about my religion. Do you still want to know about that? Yeah?”
He moved off Eileen, keeping one arm around her front, in order to play with her hair and her ears, with her breasts if he so chose, and to also keep her pinned to the bed should the need arise. Underneath his pillow was his favourite and best of all knives, ready for the moment when the time came.
“Big surprise here, but I was a born and raised Catholic. And, oh, was I a devout child! I was all about god as a little boy. And I thought god was all about me, too. There was not one little shred of doubt in my tiny little body. Mother and Father were so proud when I became an altar boy, an anointed of the Lord! Father MacJarvis was proud too. That first time in his chamber was just sooo special-l. He wasn’t nearly as careful with me as I was with you, especially considering I was only 7 and had no concept of sexuality whatsoever. When it was over and he’d left me bleeding and weeping on the floor, the good Father warned me not to say a word to anyone or god himself would stop loving me. He ordered me to clean myself up and get ready for my first duty as altar boy. I did so obedient-tly, forcing myself to walk as though nothing at all had happened to me.
“For two years, I was Father MacJarvis’ special altar boy, sharing special time in his chambers before each service. And, at the end of each session, I got the same warning, that god would stop loving me if I ever gave it away what was really going on.
“Then, one fine Sunday morning, I decided to take a knife into the good Father’s chambers. When he came at me with that horrid cock of his his, I sliced it off. Right-t at-t the root-t. Blood was everywhere. It was glorious. Before he died, though, Father MacJarvis cursed at me and, taking a Cruciform letter opener, he sliced open my face from ear to ear.
“When Mass didn’t begin at the time it was supposed to, some other clergy came into the chambers to find the gory mess left behind by my eventual self-defense and the good Father’s act of retribution.”
By this time, Eileen was openly weeping. “The Church didn’t want a fuss, so they covered the whole mess up with their copious amounts of money and they excommunicated Mother, Father, and me. They wouldn’t even pay for my hospital bills, which led to my healing badly. Verrry bad-dly. Given our dedication to the Church and to god, it really was like god no longer loving me, so I stopped loving him too and came to love this instead.”
It was then that the Joker pulled out the knife. “This is the same knife I used to castrate Father MacJarvis. It’s also the same knife I used on Mother and Father when they finally admitted to blaming me for the whole sordid affair. Aaaand, it’s the same knife I’m going to use on you right-t now.”
Eileen’s eyes grew wide and she almost got out, “But wh…” when the Joker drew the blade across the girl’s throat. He studied her with an almost childlike wonder as Eileen choked on her own blood and stared at him in shock. The Joker found himself getting another raging erection when that spark of life left Eileen’s eyes, her stare still on him.
“Wow.”
He reached down and began to stroke himself. The more he pulled, the harder he got, until he reached that lovely moment the Joker wished he could keep forever, the time right before he came. But he had to release, so he jumped to his knees and let himself go all over Eileen’s drying eyes.
Afterward, he took a long shower and donned his best purple suit.
“Sidney!” he called harshly. “Sidney, wake up! We’ve got work to do!”
“Coming, coming!” Came a voice from a nearby room. By the sound of his voice, Sidney hadn’t been asleep, dutiful henchman that he was. Good man, good man. He’ll live to sleep another night.
Under the Joker’s direction, Sidney arranged Eileen’s body in the most unnatural position imaginable, drawing from the Joker’s own study of the strange body poses made by Anneliese Michel. Once the perfect pose was made, the Joker carved a large cross in Eileen’s breast, and they took the body back to Our Lady of the Holy Waters on Fascination Street.
“What we aren’t leaving this one at the Wayne Manor like in the old days?” Sidney asked, referring to the days before the Joker’s time at Arkham.
“No, Sidney, this one we leave where we found her, where she was probably her happiest.”
“What do you think when they find her tomorrow?”
“Who cares? One thing’s for certain, it’ll drive the Batman cuh-razy just thinking about it.”
And the Joker smiled only a little as he listened to Sidney chuckle at the thought as they made their way home.
©Tracy Angelina Evans
Darth Shriek
28 April, 2009
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:33 pm (UTC)Wow.
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Date: 2009-04-29 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:23 am (UTC)This was a very influential movie in my life in that it pretty much introduced me to Black Gospel via Granny's adoration for the song 'Amen' featured in this movie. I've never looked back, even though I'm pretty sure Granny is spinning right round baby, right round, like a record baby, right round round round in her grave to see how the influence her favourite movie has currently had on my own venture into written perversion.
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:25 am (UTC)*dies and is ded of squee* That is too awesome, m'friend. You rock my socks clean off. *wiggles toes at you*
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 04:03 pm (UTC)The nun's date
Date: 2009-04-30 07:40 pm (UTC)You really did it again! Exellent writing, too bad about the nun, though, reminds me of a religious girl I once seduced, with a much less gory aftermath. As far as i can judge the matter, you are really a most talented writer.
Sincerely yours,
Oleander 56
Re: The nun's date
Date: 2009-05-01 12:47 am (UTC)