Legend

Power play

It felt like my shoulder was on fire, and not a nice little candle, either. An inferno. So I was down an appendage and the fight hadn't even started. The good news was that the tracker had been activated. The cavalry would be on the way to rescue my sorry ass again. The Joker stopped and dropped my feet when we got to the chair. He tsked and bent over to wipe the tears from my face. "What hurts, pretty?" he cooed.

"M-my shoulder," I said. The pain in my voice was real but the weakness was not.

"Shouldn't have tried to escape," he said reprovingly.

He hauled me up more gently and dumped me in the chair, stepping back and studying me. He prodded my shoulder and I screamed. He nodded, stepping back again. I slumped against the back of the chair, limp all over, and, I hoped, defeated-looking. I could use a minute to recover.

He prowled around me, and I felt his fingers delicately stroking my hair, my uninjured shoulder. The top of my breast. Down my arm to my hand. He wrenched off my brass rat and tossed it away. I drew breath to protest, and he slapped me. "That belongs to your past, pretty," he hissed. "You're going to be remade, a brand-new toy for the Joker." He straddled my lap and I couldn't wipe the grimace off my face at having to be this close to him again. He still emitted that weird odor. I'd probably never forget it. "Never forget that I can do what I want with you," he said in my ear, then started to play with my hair, touching my face, gripping my neck, groping me as he worked his way down my torso. Then he sat there, straddling my lap, contemplating me. "You see, pretty, a man likes to have companionship, and Harley's in the pokey. Besides, you can see the wear and tear on her some, and I'm of the opinion it's time to look for the future. I've been busy picking up the reins of my empire again, but I've become aware of the need for an heir." I couldn't stop the full-body wave of disgust I felt. He poked my shoulder again and I whimpered and tried not to cry. "You're seeing the little Wayne, living with him, probably wondering if he'll make an honest woman out of you, fucking him every chance you get, knowing that if you get knocked up you'll be set for life. So what's the difference, really? I'm not as rich as the Waynes--yet--and to you, I'm sure one cock is the same as another. I come in you instead, you don't put up an excessive fight--you know I like it when you play hard to get, though, pop out a few mini-mes, and maybe I'll keep you around even when you start to sag." He nodded, and I tried not to throw up. Then he stood up and gave me the hardest backhand I'd ever felt. I couldn't control the tears and wails as my shoulder smacked against the chair back. He let me sob, then snapped his fingers to get my attention.

"I own you," he said malevolently. "Do you understand?" I nodded once, looking away, and slumped, using my free hand to wipe tears and snot off my face.

"Please, will you loosen the zip tie on my ankles?" I asked submissively. That maniacal grin spread across his face and he grabbed my face, making me look him in the eye. I made sure to look defeated.

"Do you promise not to try to escape?" I nodded. "Say it," he commanded.

"I promise not to try to escape," I whimpered. It was true, I wasn't going to try to escape him again.

He was satisfied and crouched in front of me with the knife, still bloody. I cringed, and he showed it to me before quickly cutting the plastic tie. I almost swooned at the feeling of blood circulation, then the pain from it hit and I almost fell off the chair from it. He clapped a hand on my good shoulder to keep me in it. When I started to recover, he wrenched my knees apart and stood between them. "Not that I don't trust you right now, but I don't trust what you'll do when when you feel a little better. The fight in you is delicious, pretty, but this time, I'm going to insist on having my way. And while I"m not going to fuck you right away, I do need to soften you up, make you more receptive to me. You're too stubborn, too unaccustomed to a man's authority. That Wayne kid has no idea how to handle you. So we'll have our first session, then, depending on how that goes, maybe I'll have you suck my dick. But if you even think about using your teeth, you won't have them long enough to have a second thought." Then he hauled off and drove his fist in my stomach, followed by another hard slap. His grin grew and the front of his pants twitched. Just when I thought I couldn't be any more revolted...He stepped away from me, then as his fist started to swing, I tucked my useless hand into my waistband and kicked to take care of that unpleasant stirring erection, then kicked again when he buckled. A wheezing gasp escaped him. I stood up. He looked at me in agony, his hands locked over his groin. I smiled.