A cold winter night in Gotham City, light snowfall brushing past the window of one dimly lit room, high up in the Gotham skyline lived one man, some knew him as Jack Napier, some knew him as The Clown Prince of Crime, everyone knew him as The Joker.
He sits in his large wooden oak chair in his living room, looking out at ‘his’ city, the soft sounds of his partner Harley Quinn coming from between his legs. She sits there kneeling between his legs as her head bobs up and down as quick as her little mouth could take her, trying her best to please her Joker as she hungrily bobs her head up and down his cock, sucking softly and constantly looking up at him with her bright blue eyes for reassurance.
Taking as much of his long thick cock as she could into her throat as she gags loudly and drools down onto his shaft, slurping up any spit as he sighs to himself, shaking his head as he takes her head into his hands and yanks her off, pushing her off to the floor as she looks up at him with a whimper, her bottom lip trembling nervously as she looks at him and tilts her head.
“E.. Everything okay puddin?” she asks him in her soft timid tone, biting her lip as he shakes his head and leans his head back, Harley instantly leaning in to suck again as Joker pushes her back again, shouting at her quickly “Harley! I said no!” he says to her, Harley whimpering again at his raised tone as she lifts her head and looks down, frowning.
“But..you didn't finish Mr J, you...you told me to always finish you off?” she says innocently, The Joker brushing this off as he zips himself up, tucking his thick pale cock away into his plaid briefs before sighing, looking down at Harley and straight into her eyes.
“You..you want me to get your toys don't cha Mr J?” she asks him, her voice trailing and sad as she looks up at him, Joker soon letting free a wide sick smile as he nods slowly, Harley looking down and standing up as she walks over to The Jokers bedside table and pulls out a small bag full of various objects. She sighs to herself and wipes away a single tear as she timidly walks back towards him, placing it down gently in his lap and asking the question Joker loved so much.
“Where do ya want me Mr J?” she asks as her owner smirks, biting his lip as he taps onto his knee, Harley nodding her head obediently as she gets up and leans over his knee, biting her lip nervously as he smirks, reaching into his bag and pulling out the first of his tools, a short hard leather belt, made specially for her as he wraps it into a lash and smirks, looking to Harley.
“P…Please puddin, not the lash, you know it hurts real bad?” she says softly, The Joker laughing sadistically as she says this, knowing exactly how much it hurt her, only giving him a larger thrill as he quickly lays down a hard sharp lash to her plump round ass, the sounds of her shrieking echoing through the halls as he laughs at the familiar sound and lays down another two, repeated shrieks escaping the former doctors lips.
“Now now Harley, what did I tell you? Remember to stay quiet, okay?” he says as she looks down and nods slowly, her tears dripping onto the floor into a small puddle and her ass raw red, not a rare occurrence when she failed to please her master.
The Joker smiles at the sight of her tears, always getting a thrill out of seeing his toy crying as he lashes 10 hard smacks down onto her ass, causing large marks and welts to rise all over her ass. He smiles and reaches down to slowly run his fingers over the fresh marks, adding to the ever growing number of marks on small Harley’s body as he laughs at her, the sound sending thrills through her body as she tenses up, dripping into her thong ever so slightly.
“I'm bored of this ragged old thing” Joker says as he throws the lash aside, reaching into his bag and looking through his items, muttering to himself. “Boring, boring, boring, extremely boring!”. He mutters, reaching into his pocket and grinning as he feels the familiar cold steel of his pocket knife, pulling it out and flipping it open as he looks down at Harley, smiling widely as his scars lift with it, bringing the knife to his lip as he slits a straight line down his mouth, drawing blood as he lets it drip down his face like a slaughtered pig.
He reaches up and rubs it in as he essentially outlines his smile with his smudged blood, laughing at the sight in the reflection of the knife as he runs his hand over the cut, grinning as he feels the stinging sensation.
“Harley, get your ass up!” he orders as she quickly obeys, sticking her butt up to him as he takes her butt into his hands, slowly pressing the knife against the cheek and piercing the skin as he carves into her skin, getting deep, intending to scar her as she cries out and whimpers as he degrades her body, he cuts quicker before eventually pulling away with a smirk, looking down at his handiwork, into her skin was a messy carving of the letter J, bleeding heavily as The Joker smiles and rubs his hand over it, Harley screaming out in pain at this as he chuckles and quickly pushes her down onto the floor, Harley hitting her head hard as she grunts, looking up to Joker and holding her head.
“W... What now puddin? I did everything you wanted” she says softly, looking up to him and whimpering as he chuckles, reaching down and slowly unbuttoning his purple trousers, letting his cock spring free and smack against his tummy as he looks down at her, leaning his head back and muttering three simple words.
“Back To Work”.
