Their Little Princess (Joker&Harley Daughter Fanfiction)

Don't Mess With The Princess Of Gotham

TRIGGER WARNING:                                       RAPE AND ABUSE

       The next few days have been very boring! Daddy and Mommy have been out a lot leaving me at home doing nothing. Today was no different. They left about an hour ago with daddy's right hand man Frosty.
       I don't remember why they left but I do know that I have nothing to do! I got my phone out and texted Uncle K and Aunt Ivy and asked if they could come over. Aunt Ivy said she would try to come if she was free. Uncle K just sent a mash of multiple letters together. I don't think he's too good with texting and phones for that matter.
       I️ sighed and threw my phone across my bed. I lay back and close my eyes trying to think of something to do.
"Is the princess napping?" A voice said from my doorway. I sit up straight and look over to see two of daddy's new goons standing there.
I glare at them and say, "Whatta ya want?"
"We're grown men sweet cheeks you don't talk to us that way. Besides we see that you're bored and was wondering if we could help you cure that." The one on the right started to say as they both walked deeper into my room. The one on the left closed the door behind them. I got off of my bed now on high alert.
'What the fuck do they want?' I think as I watch them closely. I slowly start to inch my way towards my gun that's hidden in my dresser.
"We are bored too and we have a job to do. Besides, you look like you won't disappoint us will you bitch." The one on the right said as he grabbed his dick and looked me up and down. A shiver went down my spine as I tried to make my way as close to my dresser as possible.
"When that short fucking weirdo told us about this job we didn't want it of course. But then he showed us a picture of you and oh we couldn't resist." They kept creeping closer as I kept stepping back. Who the hell are they talking about?
"What do you say sweets, wanna help us out?" The one on the left said as he started to make his way over to me.
I quickly tried to run over to my dresser and grab my gun, but before I could a pair of hands grab me and throw me to the ground. I scream as the guy gets on top of me and pins my hands above my head.
"Now, we can't have you screaming can we sweets?" He says as he gets off and quickly grabs me slinging me over his shoulder. I try to get out of his hold but he just tightens his grasp, causing pain to abrupt in that spot. I knew I'd have a bruise there later but that was the least of my worries at the moment as he throws me onto my bed and straddles me.
The other guy went to my dresser and pulled out a sock, came over to me and gagged me with it. I tried to fight back, to throw him off me, but the other one still held my hands while he straddled me.
The guy on top of me took off his belt and gave it to the other guy and proceeded to take off his pants. The guy took the belt and tied my hands together and too the bed post.
"Well look at you, all tied up and helpless. You look like a dirty slut you know that? Doesn't she Camron?" He says as he finishes taking off his pants. I don't dare look down.
"She sure does Tyler," Camron says as he begins to strip.
I start to whimper as Tyler starts to take off my shorts and panties. I don't want this to happen. This was the one thing that my father or brother never did. They never crossed this line. Ever.
"Awww don't cry sweets," Tyler says as he pulls them all the way down and gets in between my legs, "you'll enjoy this I promise."
After he said that, all I felt was pain. I screamed as much and as loud as I could with the sock still in my mouth. I've never felt this pain before. This was new and much worse than anything my father, mother, brother, or any of those doctors did to me. This not only hurt me physically but mentally. This was an innocence, probably the only innocence left in me, and it was taken just now.

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I don't know how long it's been since this started. It's all been a blur of pain, moans, harsh words, beatings, and crying. Why did this have to happen to me? I've already been put through enough pain in my life, when will it stop?
       "Oh baby you've been so good," Tyler says, "me and Camron will be right back. We're gonna grab a toy that'll make this so much more fun."
       Him and Camron leave the room and shut the door. I take the time of peace to look at myself. I have bruises all over me but worse on my hips and inner thighs, there's blood on my inner thighs, their cum not only dripping out of me but all over my stomach and I can feel the belt cutting into my skin.
       "Trixy?" A voice yells from somewhere in the house. It sounded soft and light so it must be a woman. I know that voice from somewhere but I can't think of it.
       "Sunshine?" Another voice yells. This voice is deeper, the voice of a man, yet it sounded more like a growl.
       Cmon, think Trixy think, who could it be. Well I mean no one calls me sunshine except.... UNCLE K! That has to be him, and Aunt Ivy must be with him! I need to let them know where I am, I need there help!
       I start to move my mouth and head to try and get the sock out and away from my mouth. I start to move my head in a nodding motion to try and slip it off the back of my head. Inch by inch the sock starts to slip off until it comes around to the top of my head and I spit it out of my mouth.
       I gasp out breath after breath as even that took a lot of effort to do. I don't have much time before they come back. I try to move my hands to see if I could loosen the belt but after a minute of it not working I stopped. I looked around the room to see if there was anything I could use to help me. I didn't see anything, so I did the only thing I could think of. Scream.
       "UNCLE K, AUNT IVY! HELP ME!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I start coughing harshly because my voice was worn out from all the screaming and crying I was doing before. I hear the sound of multiple footsteps running up the stairs and to my room.
       "Trixy?!" I hear Aunt Ivy yell from the other side of the door. My coughing has gotten bad, I feel a warm liquid come down my chin as the taste of blood fills my mouth.
       "Please," I croak out, "Help me."
        All I hear is a crash before everything goes black.