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Gwen Stacy walked into her new apartment with a disappointed scowl, dropping her Barbie-pink laptop and messenger bag on the ugly, barf-green carpet. She had decided to move into the cramped little spider hole just to get away from her clingy, nagging parents. They still treated her like she was five, and when Gwen announced that she was going to move into an apartment in seedy downtown Gotham her parents were on their knees begging and pleading for their daughter to reconsider. It was a shady city after all, but Gwen didn’t care, all she wanted was independence, her laptop, and of course, a man. In high school Gwen had always the shy, introverted girl, but her body developed early and at the age of sixteen she already had huge, luscious tits and a curvy little ass that never failed to drive the guys wild. During her youth older men, including her perverted soccer coach Mr. Jacobs, had tried to feel her up, watching as she ran or jumped and her full breasts would bounce wildly, giving them access to all kinds of sexual fantasies. Even though on the outside Gwen appeared to be all innocent and goody-goody she was, in actuality, a wild vixen trying to get out. She was still a virgin at nineteen and wasn’t very experienced when it came to sex, even kissing. Instead, Gwen enjoyed indulging on fantasies that would never come true; twisted, dirty fantasies that involved her being spanked, whipped, and often humiliated in some weird way. 3
Plopping her laptop down on the writing desk, Gwen pulled up a chair and scrolled through her emails, groaning out loud at the new message from her parents asking when she was coming home. Annoyed, she closed it. The dirty website popped onto the screen, and Gwen happily clicked it, her pussy twitching at the sight of all those lurid, delicious (and super graphic) images of erect nine-inch cocks and lubricated vaginas, long snake-like tongues lapping up the juices of writhing lovers and other things far too icky to mention. Making sure to keep it a secret from her parents and friends, Gwen had been visiting the site for two months now, hoping to find a man who shared the same kinky fantasies as she did. After chatting to numerous creeps she finally discovered someone named Jack, a guy whose fetishes included handcuffs, gags, and spankings. He was looking for any girl between the age of 18 and 25 to fully submit to him, agree to be his pet, slave, and plaything. Gwen, attracted to his flamboyant personality, started talking to him regularly online, impressed by his sophisticated vocabulary. There was something a little odd about Jack, Gwen couldn’t quite put a finger on it but he apparently liked to wear make-up and clown costumes—two things she found to be a tad pedophiliac for her taste. Come to think of it, he sounded like some retarded little fan boy obsessed with the Joker.4
Just as Gwen was about to cut off the relationship for good Jack sent her pictures, lots and lots of colorful photographs of him in suggestive positions; naked or clothed, sitting, standing up or leaning against doorways. He was a young, handsome man with thick blonde hair, brown eyes, and a toothy grin that made Gwen all gushy like she used to get with the cute boys at school—the ones that paid her no attention. Excited, she agreed for him to come down and visit her the next day. She didn’t want to miss this opportunity to finally meet a man who could fulfill her perverted, much-neglected fantasies. 5
The days of lonely, manhandled and pathetically awkward teenaged girl were over. Gwen Stacy, now ready to have some real fun, was about to get more than she bargained for.6
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All dressed up in her sexiest black dress, high heels, and lovely C-cup bra with its lacy white trim, Gwen felt like a fairy tale princess sitting there on the edge of her bed covered with girlish pink pillows. She had never felt so beautiful in her life, and the last time she remembered even wearing a dress was junior prom (ugh, it brought back awful memories). 8
Five minutes ago she had emerged from the shower, dripping wet and naked, her long hair a wet honey-gold tangle. She made sure to trim the blonde triangle of pubic hair, lather up her body with lotion and push up her fantastic tits, stopping to admire the perky mounds with their large brown nipples. 9
Finally they’ll get all the attention they deserve tonight, Gwen thought giddily, and naughty images of Jack’s lips suckling her nipples filled her brain, making her want to touch herself for a moment…10
Just then there was a heavy knock on the door. 11
Trotting towards it, Gwen’s heart slammed in anticipation. Her knees were so wobbly it was an effort to keep her balance in the ridiculous six-inch heels. Flinging the door open, she was about to say “Hi Jack, you made it” when she got a good look at the stranger and realized that it wasn’t Jack. 12
No way, Gwen screamed in her mind, refusing to believe that the man standing in her doorway was real. That’s not him, CAN’T be. He’s a fucking psychopath and criminal mastermind, why would he be here in my apartment? 13
Staring at the tall, lanky stranger dressed in his elaborate purple attire, Gwen’s smile faded when she noticed that he had livid, crimson-red scars trailing up the corners of his mouth. It was him—the Joker—and he sauntered into the room like a pimp with this big sleazy grin on his face.14
“Why hello there”, he purred, looking her up and down. “You must be the little bunny.”15
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Stricken with fear Gwen backed away from the door and made a beeline for the kitchen. She wanted to grab a knife or something sharp, anything to find herself from this monster. 17
“What’s the matter, Beautiful? I’m not as pretty as I look in my pictures?” He licked his lips, that pink, snake-like tongue gliding across his garish red scars. “Oh, I get it now; it’s the suit isn’t it? Guess I am a little overdressed for the occasion.” He giggled, moving towards her now with a predatory gleam in his wild dark eyes.18
“Get the fuck away from me”, Gwen hissed, and found herself backing into a wall. “I mean it, freak. Don’t come any closer!”19
“Hmm, now that’s no way for a girl to talk to a handsome gentle-man,” the Joker laughed. He slicked back his green hair and a wide, playful grin stretched across his face. 20
Gwen grimaced at the sight of his imperfect teeth, her body shaking at the thought of him tracing that serpent tongue across her feminine folds. He could do all kinds of wicked, pornographic things with that tongue of his, and Gwen couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like having him lick her naked skin…21
“Nice place ya got here”, he snickered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now tell me, Baby Doll, how come you’re not happy to see me?” 22
“Gee I wonder”, Gwen spat, pretending to think. “You’re kind of an apathetic monster wanted by every police force in Gotham?”23
“Oh, but doesn’t that make it sexier?” The Joker giggled. “C’mon, I know that every woman in Gotham wants to fuck me, and you’re no different than the other thousands of pretty ladies who would do anything just to be in my presence. You’ve been dreaming of this moment! Don’t worry, Princess, I’m amazing in the sack. Just ask Bats”, he chuckled at the last comment, and Gwen almost vomited at the thought of him taking Batman from behind. The clown really was full of himself. 24
“Why did you send me those pictures?” Gwen asked, sounding like a frightened little mouse. Man, she hated it when her voice got so weak and desperate. “I mean, that wasn’t even you…”25
“It was me”, he snapped, and she nearly wet herself when his eyes went from playful and flirty to downright scary demonic. “I’m still the same person, just with a more eccentric taste in fashion! What, you don’t like the suit? It wasn’t cheap, and I did mention on my profile that I’d be wearing one on our little date-ah.”26
There was something about the Joker’s masterful presence that chilled Gwen to the bone. She didn’t know if it was the make-up, scars, or just the way he laughed, but he sure knew how to scare the shit out of her. 27
“What do you want?” She squeaked. 28
“Well, I want a lot of things!” The Joker teased, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Ya see I’m a man of simple tastes. I like gunpowder, gasoline, dynamite, sex, and whores---cheap things yanno?” He licked his lips.29
“NO, what do you want from me?” She yelled, irritated.30
“From you? Hmm, I’d like to ease your virgin soreness.” 31
How the fuck did he know I’m a virgin? Gwen thought as her heart thundered hard in her chest. She was growing more and more vulnerable by the second. 32
He was leaning against the kitchen counter with a smug look, and Gwen noticed that the way he leered at her with his arms crossed was starting to turn her on. She could just see him hanging out of a speeding semi. He would have this big-ass gun and be shooting shit—cars and people—his hard, lean thighs arched to one side, dangerous and sexy as a smoking pistol. 33
“I am going to fuck you, Sweetheart, and just to let ya know I don’t play nice.” The Joker smacked his wet lips. “I’m going to fulfill every dirty, explicit little fantasy lurking around in that pretty noggin of yours.”34
“Ha! In your fucking dreams”, Gwen scoffed, but she really wanted to scream ‘please, do it NOW!’ Never in her life had she seen a man so abrasive, so bad-ass. Since she was the daughter of a policeman dominance never failed to make her wet and super horny.35
Smiling like the sure-to-please little whore he was, the Joker never once pried his gaze off of Gwen as he undressed, loosening the tie and throwing it aside along with his shoes and colorful socks. 36
She watched, transfixed, as the clown prince removed every piece of clothing, now standing in his loose pants and shirt. As he teasingly unbuttoned the shirt and unzipped the trousers Gwen nearly drooled when his flat, well-toned stomach popped out, a jagged, rose-pink scar visible across his bellybutton.37
“See anything good?” He grinned at her, too widely, but this time the sight of his yellow teeth didn’t bother her in the slightest; they were just a part of him like his poorly dyed green hair and crazy eyes. Strolling towards her with those long slender hips swinging, the Joker twirled something shiny in his gloved hand. It was a switchblade. 38
“Please don’t cut me”, Gwen pleaded, and she tried to get away but the Joker pressed his full body weight up against her, smirking as her tender breasts squashed painfully against his bare chest. Still holding the knife, he leaned in to kiss her when she whipped her head to the side, whimpering. 39
“Not wise, Princess”, the Joker growled, wrapping his hand around her jaw and forcing her lips against his wet red ones. “I know you want this, there’s no hiding from me…” He punched the switchblade into the wall just inches above Gwen’s head and she jumped, her scream engulfed by his hungry lips. 40
The Joker devoured her full, lovely mouth with a heated force. He was kissing her roughly, hard enough to leave bruises and the way he was sucking the life out of her made every fiber of Gwen’s being sizzle and burn. She had never felt so violated, so trashy. She felt as if she were a blob of play-doh that he kept on squeezing. His snaky tongue slithered into her mouth, probing around like an eel trying to hide. 41
The hot wetness between Gwen’s legs was too much, and in seconds she was swirling her own tongue inside his mouth, running it along the torn edges of those vicious scars. She sucked at the coarse, leathery texture of them, then grabbed a handful of his thick hair and pulled him back. “Fuck you for being so sexy”, she breathed, and kissed the smooth hollow of his pale throat. He just glared at her in amazement as she continued to taste him. 42
His stomach was hard and flat with the slight ripple of abs, and Gwen slid her hands all over the taut muscles, tracing every scar and bullet hole that marred his warm porcelain skin. By now Gwen felt like a greedy little slut, but she didn’t care, the sticky urgency between her legs wasn’t going to subside until his cock was buried deep inside her throbbing core. 43
“Fuck me now, Joker.” She moaned. 44
He arched a brow at her. “I don’t understand you women. Just minutes ago you wanted to claw my eyes out and now you’re all over me—make up your damn mind!”45
Just as Gwen was about to speak he was on her in a flash, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He shoved her down to the ground so hard she let out a scream of pain, now on all fours and feeling like a helpless animal.46
“Unzip my pants”, he ordered, keeping a firm grasp on her long, shiny blonde hair. “I think ya know what to do, Princess.” 47
Gwen eagerly unzipped his pants and the Joker’s large, marble-hard member sprang out before her. Even though she had never seen a penis before except for the ones on TV, the dirty websites and in health class at high school she appreciated the fact that his was impressive.48
“Aren’t you just full of surprises?” She said in a silky purr, and the Joker’s grip tightened on her hair, making her wince. Oh but it was ok for him to crack a joke! 49
“Cut the chit-chat and put it in your mouth, Girlie”, he hissed. Gwen timidly stroked the hard flesh with her tongue, licking and sucking on his long shaft as if it were the world’s most delicious popsicle.50
Tapping his foot like an impatient mother, the Joker bunched up her hair and thrust her head down, enjoying the gargled noises she was making from his obscene length. 51
Feeling like someone had just shoved a microphone down her throat Gwen let the muscles in her jaw relax and she moved her lips up and down. She was giving it to him like a porn star and he groaned, his gloved hand holding her down while the other grasped the switchblade still embedded in the wall. He jerked it out, then roughly yanking Gwen to her feet; he slammed her hard against the wall. 52
“My turn, Precious-uh.” Her eyes bulged at the sight of that horrible knife again, and for a fleeting moment she was convinced that he was going to rape and kill her. 53
The Joker pressed the cold, jagged blade against her throat, drawing an imaginary line across it just to scare her witless. He pictured how the blood would pour out from that one deep, fatal slash, and like Vincent van Gogh’s “Starry Night” it was beautiful to him.54
When Gwen’s chest started to visibly heave up and down the Joker took the knife and sliced through the thin straps of her dress, not once piercing flesh as the blade tore and shred apart every stitch of fabric, including her cotton panties (which, to his delight, were soaked). 55
She didn’t want that knife anywhere near her, and her girlish cries were music to the Joker’s eardrums. He just couldn’t resist the innocent pleading of a pretty woman in his clutches. They were so weak and whiney, so fun to toss around.56
He peeled off his gloves, now softly pinching and teasing every naked, quivering inch of her. The enlarged dark circles of her nipples aroused him the most and he squeezed them hard, unable to resist. Gwen let out a scream of agony, tears in her liquid green eyes. “You FUCKER!” She bawled, and her coarse language was rewarded by another harsh pinch. Sprinkling little love bites all over her skin, the Joker wormed a finger into her slick, drenched slit, making her gasp in explicit pleasure. 57
“Mmm you’re tight, Sweetheart”, he said in a low, throaty purr. “I like that, I like it a lot.”58
She glared up at his big sleazy grin, the tongue that had so rudely invaded her mouth flicked out lizard-like. He was beautiful; an irresistible, heartless, and demonic creature that made her so wet it was almost frightening.59
Her pussy was aching for his huge, gorgeous dick, the thick, glistening juices oozing from her swollen lips like melted candle wax. He shoved it deep inside her tight entrance; easily filling her up to the hilt in one languid thrust like it belonged there. Gwen opened her mouth to groan as the Joker’s lips were suddenly feasting on her tits, teeth dragging across her excited nipples until they were raw and burning. 60
“Oh, god!” She screamed in delicious torment. The Joker picked up the pace, his slick hips hammering into her with a hard, masculine force, each time causing her engorged clit to spasm and throb. The shattering orgasm was so close…just a few more good rubs…61
“Hit me”, he suddenly moaned and Gwen stared at him, confused. She noticed to her horror that he had also stopped moving. A mind-blowing orgasm was about to burst inside her, and the callous motherfucker was pulling her chain. Again.62
Furious, she glared at him. “Um, why?”63
“C’mon don’t be shy. I won’t bite I promise.” He grinned. “Well, not this time anyway.”64
Without a moment’s hesitation Gwen tore her nails into the smooth, sweat-slick skin of his back, slicing through the thin flesh as if it were butter. Blood was streaming from the punctures and the Joker groaned in rapture. He was a sadist, and the feel of his little bunny inflicting pain on his vulnerable flesh was intensely orgasmic. Then—finally—he moved his hips, but only the teeniest bit, prolonging her agony.65
“No, no, no Sugar Plum HIT ME!” The Joker yelled in her face, his voice getting all deep and psycho again. “Come on Honey you made of sugar? Give Daddy your best punch. I know you wanna do it. I want you to do it. Hit me, babe. Hitme, Hitme, Hitme!!”66
Gwen beat her fists into his back, making the hard muscles jump. She remembered how he hurt her nipples, twisted her body around like a pretzel and she smashed her fists wildly into his back. After she left several bruises and bloody, vicious little claw marks he pressed his sweaty face against hers, kissing her hungrily. 67
“Now that’s more like it!” He was now riding her at a steady pace, the heat of his body like a furnace as he pounded Gwen hard into the wall, probably hard enough to break through it. She could smell the masculine sweat on his skin, the metallic whiff of fresh blood. A devious laugh bubbled up from the Joker’s throat as he came. He groaned, and Gwen felt a hot, sticky substance jetting inside her as he emptied all the cum from his cock and balls, panting heavily. 68
She filled her hands with his messy green hair and screamed, shoving his head back so it bounced off the wall, her orgasm so intense it exploded deep inside her like a massive supernova. Sweaty and still moaning from the little ripples of pleasure still tingling through her body, Gwen snuggled her head into the Joker’s chest and fell asleep. 69
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The alarm clock read 9:00 AM when Gwen woke up, exhausted, the bright July sunshine nearly blinding her. She stared down at her naked bruise-covered body in horror, then the full realization of what she had done the night before hit her like a semi and she flopped her head back on the pillow. No it couldn’t be true…she hadn’t just let that psycho clown fuck her brains out in her own apartment, had she? No way. This was all just a bad dream, a horrific nightmare that crept into her brain overnight thanks to her horny imagination. 71
Gwen turned her head away from the flashing alarm clock with a sigh, expecting to see nothing but rumpled blue covers and nothing else. Instead she got an eyeful of the Joker (and a very naked Joker at that) stretched out on his side staring at her, a haughty grin plastered on his face. She stared at the smeared white paint, the hideous scars that looked even more repulsive and swollen in the pale sunlight (had she fucking KISSED them?!) 72
“Sleep well, Kitten?” He batted his long dark lashes at her. All it took was one slow, suggestive little lick of that snaky tongue across his scarlet bottom lip and Gwen felt her traitorous body respond. Scowling at him, she tugged the sheets up to her neck, not wanting the pervert to see how hard her nipples were getting or the fact that she was already drooling for his cock. 73
The Joker cracked his neck and wiggled closer, his slim milk-white thigh now resting against hers. The silky warmth of his flesh made Gwen gasp, and she flinched when the Joker closed his hand on her small one, forcing her to stroke it.74
“Thanks for the romp. I really needed it Beautiful.” He licked his lips, those black, cesspool eyes snaking all over her. “But, un-fort-unately Daddy has work to do today. Got places to go, mob dealers to rip off, buildings to blow up…ya know how it is.” He rolled his eyes as if those were all just typical everyday chores for him, like grocery shopping or paying bills. 75
“Yeah, yeah, just get the fuck out of here”, Gwen spat, glaring as he leaped, catlike, off her bed. She watched his tall figure saunter over to the bathroom, flashing her a delicious glimpse of his firm, perfect little ass as he did so. Rolling over on her stomach, she tried to flush out all the steamy, delicious things the Joker had done to her that night. The way he kissed her all over, sucked on her skin like a vampire and made her cum so hard she saw stars. He emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later looking all pretty and theatrical in his long, sweeping purple trench coat, leather gloves, and a full face of make-up. 76
“Uh, what’s your name Peaches?” He jumped on the bed, now bouncing up and down like an overexcited toddler so it jiggled wildly and Gwen let out a groan of annoyance, feeling like his mom for some odd reason.77
“Gwen”, she said grouchily. “Stop bouncing! what are you, like, five?”78
“Hm, not much of a morning person are ya?” He glared down at her with predatory eyes made terrifying with that thick kohl-black crap he always wore. “Well Gwen, my moody little Princess...here’s my card.” 79
Gwen closed her eyes as his cold purple-leather hand reached out to stroke her face. “I popped your sweet little cherry last night, didn’t I? You belong to me now. Say it.” When she didn’t answer he slapped her across the face, his thumb and forefinger now squeezing her jaw hard. “Say it! Say ‘Daddy I belong to you.’”80
“OW! Jesus Christ Joker”, Gwen cried out, his grip tightening until tears pricked her eyes. “Okay, okay, Daddy I belong to you. Happy now?”81
He clicked his tongue. “No, no, no Sweetie don’t say it like I’m holding a gun to your head. My cock was inside you last night, and ya know what that means? It means you belong to ME now. You. Are. Mine. So say it like ya mean it this time, or I just might change my mind about you.” She saw his hand snake into his trench coat for the switchblade and she blurted it out, her eyes filling with tears:82
“Daddy I belong to you!” 83
“Mmm-hmmm.” The Joker bent down, brushing his rigid scars against her soft cheek. “Ah, you have such pink girly lips. So full and pouty. I loved it when they were wrapped around my dick, Buttercup. You sucked me off like I was a candy cane, your little van-illa ice cream cone. Hmm, maybe keeping you around isn’t such a good idea after all. You’re gonna make me, uh, lose my focus.” He made this deep, husky little growl and it sounded so sexy Gwen moaned inside herself. She found the Joker Card on the pillow, and, watching him the entire time, tore it up into little pieces.84
“I am NOT letting you ruin my life, Joker!” She wanted to bite him, slap him across that smart-alecky face, rip out his black eyes, chew on them like olives, stomp on his crotch and make him beg for mercy. But Gwen’s threat—to her extreme annoyance—came out as a feeble little mouse threat. “I don’t FUCKING belong to anyone!” She continued on a rant, growing even more furious as he practically skipped away from her and towards the door, spinning around on one heel to flash her his Cheshire Cat grin.85
“Be lookin’ out Gwen.” He purred her name, his tongue swirling the syllables around in his mouth. “Mmm Gwen, sexy name for a sexy girl.” He hummed his way out of her apartment, rambling “Gwen” over and over again like the true freak of nature he was.86
“I’m gonna strangle that motherfucker”, Gwen screamed. She made sure to wait a full twenty minutes before stomping into the bathroom, stark-naked and furious. 87
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