You've Got To Be Joking

Ya Come Here Often?

DISCLAIMER: There is some Non-consensual/forced orgasm content in this one. You've been warned.

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A distant chuckle echoes in your ears as you drift between cognizance and dream.  Your mind spins in confusion as you start to regain consciousness. You're unsure how long you've been fading in and out. All you know is you've stopped fighting what's happening.  Letting your body react past the din in your ears and the ache in your muscles, you feel a pulsing between your legs.
No longer completely tensed in a painful arch,  your body has dropped onto the table to which you are bound.  You don't try to rouse yourself from your daze any further.  Dim lights dance in your eyes and you feel your lips curl into a grimace as your muscles randomly twitch.
There is a dull pounding in your ears and heat radiates from your core, all the way through your limbs and up to your head.

The warmth between your thighs continues to intensify.  Awareness of an undulating, rippling sensations in your loins begins to surface and suddenly it's as if someone turned up the volume.  Your body writhes and you can hear yourself screaming.  A cruel cackle rings out as the screams become intermittent and rhythmic.
‘wait,’ your voice whispers in the back of your mind, ‘these aren’t screams…’  Suddenly, you realize...
You're moaning. Loudly. 
You're cumming. 
You're cumming hard.
It's uncontrollable and it’s not stopping.
Legs trembling, genitals tingling, eyes shut tight, all you can do is let your reflexes betray you.  You can feel yourself dripping and sticky. Your moans become muted as your mind starts to leave again.  You might be holding your breath but you're not sure.  You manage a small plea as you go limp.

Suddenly the stimuli halts and your orgasm subsides. Your heartbeat pounds in your temples and in your groin. You're reeling, damp, and you're starting to understand what's happened.
His fingers twirl your hair.  Hazarding a look upwards you are met with his obscene grin. That red, toothy smile that you despise. He licks his lips and strokes your face.
Bile builds in your throat. Did he just…?

Joker waves a bullet vibrator in your face and he snickers.
“I didn't fuck you. Not my style, Pumpkin.”  He laughs as his face lowers close to yours,  “But seeing you writhe… THAT’S where the fun is!  Why, you couldn't help it! You completely lost control.  No, wait that isn't right,” he strokes his chin, “you GAVE me control,” he flourishes, a fresh guttural round of laughter erupting from him.
“I watched it happen and it was UNBELIEVABLE! You left your body and mind for *me* to toy with! OH and you should have seen yourself! The way you looked at me helplessly, eyes unseeing, mouthing nonsense! HAHAHAHEEHEEhahahahoohoo!”  He plays as though he wiped a tear from his eye before his face falls into a heavy frown.

“It was pathetic.”

“However,” Joker continues, “that climax ripped though you and- call me CRAZY but- I think I caught you enjoying it!”
At this, your eyes well with tears. You couldn't help it. Your body committed treason against you. Did you like it? It felt amazing. But you didn't want it. You may have ground your hips into it. That's normal… right? No no, he forced you to cum. It wasn't voluntary.
Blinking back the tears, you set your resolve: he will not make you orgasm again. He may try his hardest but you will not allow it.

Joker strikes you across the face.
“I see you staring me down as though you could do anything about the mess you're in. We'll guess what, toots! You ain't seen nothing yet!”  With a sharp whistle and snap of his fingers, a man emerges from the shadows to your left. The white, red, and blue makeup that's been carelessly applied to his face does not weaken his menacing expression. Impossibly tall and burly, he’s dressed in a spandex bodysuit.  Every part of him is exceptionally large.

With terrified eyes locked onto this new assailant,  you start to struggle to close your knees and pull at your restraints once more, to no avail. Visibly confused, Joker looks at you, then to his thug, then back to you.  Realization dawning, he then doubles over with peals of delighted laughter. Running out of breath, he gestures for the thug to approach you. Moving slowly and deliberately, the giant man comes forward. Your eyes widen in fear and you begin to hyperventilate.
“No one touches my TOYS so what are you so scared of?” Joker trills. “No kidding. Scouts’ honor!”  three long pale fingers point to the sky.
“Heh heh As far as THIS bit goes,”  he gestures between him and you,  “you haven't even heard the punchline!”
Suddenly your nose erupts with blinding pain, your eyes sting violently and you think you taste blood.