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Chp 1/?Stop Me If You've Heard This OneSetting the Stage♤♡♧♧“I spy with my little eye…” he murmurs as he peers over the roof’s ledge. A slow smile stretches his ruby mouth and small clouds of steam escape his parted lips. His nose, ears, and cheeks are the faintest pink, kissed by the crisp night air. His eyes gain a glint of mischief.Joker is pleased for the first time in weeks. Successfully surprising Gotham takes planning, hard work, and pacing. This time it’s only halfway through the tedious parts of his citywide plans and he's already short on patience. With all of this hard work isn't it about time he threw himself a party? Had a tiny break? A small treat? A little playtime? That's where you come in.He chuckles to himself as his eyes track your movement on the street below. J is positioned on a strategically chosen rooftop. He knows where you're headed and which streets you'll take to get there. It's where you always end up weekday evenings. He knows your habits help you feel safe. They help you cope with the damage he did to you.“how long has it been?” he muses to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully. After a tick he shrugs the question off and his gaze returns to you. What does time matter? Joker remembers it clear as day and he knows that, despite all of the medicines and therapies and treatments, you do too.He knows that you have been undone. He’s seen you giggling in the dark. He knows you absently stroke the scar on your face when you feel anxious. He knows that sometimes you sense him when he's nearby. He’s seen you struggle to stop your lips from twitching into a smile as your eyes search the shadows for him.Joker knows he owns you. Whether you realize it or not is irrelevant.J’s fingertips tap together in silent, excited applause as you turn the corner. On this street the lamps become more widely spaced along the sidewalk. The dark is inkier here, the echoes more defined; perfect for a rousing game of hide and seek. He smoothly dances to the the fire escape that you've just walked past. Joker glides soundlessly down the metal stairs, taking care to contain his giggles as he goes. His descent is careful, for he is watching you closely. He's waiting for you to notice him. He's waiting for the chase.J indulges in a triumphant grin when your footsteps slow and shoulders tense. Your head cocks ever so slightly, your hackles up. Your fingers raise gingerly to your face as the side of your mouth pulls in an involuntary tick. You can feel him. He's near. Adrenaline starts to sharpen your senses. Trying to discern where he may be, your eyes scan the road and the alleys as you pass. You become more obviously defensive, withdrawing a can of pepper spray from your pocket, holding it firmly in your shaking hand.Joker lets his feet gain weight as he descends, stepping just heavily enough to make the steel steps sigh beneath him. His landing is light upon the pavement and his stride towards you is swift.You freeze momentarily and then, without so much as a backwards glance, you run.As you flee down the street the world begins to blur. Tears fill your eyes. They sting worse than the air that whips your face as you gain speed. Sobs burst from you. You don't think you can outpace him.‘shake it off,’ you tell yourself, ‘can't think about that now. Just fucking run!’The buildings pass by rapidly and you pray that someone -anyone!- will see you being chased and call the cops. It's unlikely. If they see who is chasing you, you'll never get help. Joker is an expert. He can find the households susceptible to bribery. If not, he can find secrets for blackmail. If even that won't work, he won't hesitate to kill an entire family to have his way.You chide yourself, reminding yourself that you worked on this kind of extreme thinking. You need to stop. But you know that offenses against him don't go unpunished. Those with any sense in their head dare not cross him.Breathy cackling echoes behind you.The aching pressure in your chest jumps to your throat as you realize the possibility that he has had this street specifically put under his control just for this pursuit. Again, you try to soothe your panic, telling yourself to think rationally. Your pace does not slow.After covering several blocks your feet start to slap heavily against the pavement and your breath becomes short. Limbs heavy, you are horrified to find that you're tiring.Joker's behind you and you can hear him gaining ground. His scent drifts to your nose. His breathing becomes audible. He's so close.Chest burning, knees giving way, your running becomes more like a clumsy display of inertia. Your toes catch on a crack in the sidewalk and you brace yourself for impact against the rapidly approaching cement. Just as you move to raise your arm protectively to your face, Joker catches your arm and yanks you back to your feet.A gasp lodges itself in your throat as you're brought upright and face to face with the grinning menace. His eyes bore into yours and goosebumps break out on your skin. Joker's sinister laughter starts to bubble in his chest as he wraps one arm around you in a vice-like hold. His other hand reaches up to stroke your cheek.Your arm shoots up. With a wordless shout and a quick disarming movement you manage to free yourself from his grasp. You spin a few feet away from him and, in an unfortunate bout of confidence, you aim the pepper spray directly at his face. Joker's eyes narrow. An inquisitive eyebrow raises ever so slightly. His smile dares you to press the button. The spark of victory never leaves his eyes.As the seconds pass the wind in your sails dissipates and you're not sure why. You trained for this assault. You used your knowledge and escaped his grasp. All you need to do is squeeze that little button and run.But… you are held captive by his face, his posture, those eyes, and the smell of gunpowder that floats on the mist. Silence rings in your ear, dead except for the sound of your panting. The cold stings your lungs and chills your scars. Your body and your resolve are exhausted.Your fingers loosen. The pepper spray slips from your hand.The sound of the can hitting concrete snaps you out of the helpless trance you were falling into. It is with utter panic that you to turn to run again.As you leave him behind, Joker shouts gleefully after you, “Just because you have a trick up your sleeve doesn't mean you're full of any REAL surprises, my little jack-in-the-box!” HooHooHooHEEHEEHEEHAHAHahaha!It doesn't even sound like he's chasing you.Turning to look behind you proves to be a foolish decision as you sprint headlong into a man roughly the size of a door and twice as solid. The air is immediately knocked from your lungs. His enormous arms close around your throat. You eek out raspy screams and kick even though you know it is futile. Two other thugs emerge from the street's dark corners. One of them begins to wrap your wrists in duct tape. The brute is not gentle, the tape is entirely too tight, and the adhesive pulls at the hairs beneath it.The rhythmic click-clack of fine dress shoes sounds against the street, punctuated by discordant giggles and muttered promises of untold violence.“come on, boys. Bag up the trash and let's go home. I have a toy box to sort out.”With that, pressure on your artery increases and you are unconscious within seconds. ♤♡◇♧ There is a throbbing ache in your temples that delays your desire to try to move. After a few minutes spent squeezing your eyes shut your hands raise and you press your palms against them.Your eyelids snap open with realization.Bewildered, you find you can move freely. No rope, no leather, no chains. You pull yourself into a sitting position and dread washes over you as you start to survey your surroundings.The floor on which you sit is made of brightly colored foam that links like puzzle pieces over the entire floor. It is soft and has a little bounce to it when you press down with your fingertips.The perimeter is once again obscured by spotlights albeit dimmer ones than last time. Beyond them lies darkness. Glancing upwards you see string lights floating high above a tough corded net which hangs like a large wide hammock. It's a curious sight. You're not sure but that stain on the ropes may or may not be blood.The whole scene is as though you've been dropped into a warped playpen. Bright packages wrapped in polka dotted and striped paper are tossed haphazardly about the room, their sizes ranging dramatically. The largest parcel stands nearly as tall as you. You quickly distance yourself from it when you hear a faint scratching that seems to be coming from inside. A few feet away stands an adult sized rocking horse whose saddle has been upholstered in pink leather. Action figures and ceramic dolls sit at awkward angles, eerie broad smiles painted gracelessly on their small faces.At the far end of the room stands a giant bullseye. Nausea takes hold at the sight of it. The surface is pockmarked, faded, and stained. Which ones are yours, you wonder? Your chest constricts and your throat goes dry. Your heart beats violently in your ears. You can feel your mind pulling away from your body, plunging from the present into the traumatic past*.Using deep, steadying breaths and a few repeated therapeutic words, you manage to rip your eyes away from the table of torture. Instead you focus on a variety of mutilated plush creatures that watch you with glassy eyes. See their color. Examine their stitched limbs. Slow your thoughts.One more shaky breath recenters your mind, but your heart still thrums as you continue to take it all in.A life sized music box ballerina spins lazily upon her platform. Her limbs are bent at odd angles, bound with tape and cuffs. An orange and purple striped blindfold and ball gag are tied to her face. A matching posture collar constricts her neck while impossibly pointed shoes adorn her impossibly pointed feet. In place of a tutu, a belt of cruel looking metal instruments encircles her hips.Near the edge of it all, in the perfect position to observe the entire space, is an ostentatious mahogany throne. It is upholstered in rich purple, gold, and green checkered velvet.Movement catches your eye and you behold Joker sitting and humming to himself at a long metal work bench on the opposite side of the room.He tinkers with multi colored wires that spill like entrails from the belly of a small brown teddy bear. There is an array of music boxes, toys, and props strewn over the tabletop like some sort of twisted Santa’s workshop.J's emerald irises flicker to you but he only pauses for a second before resuming his task. Your eyes dart about in search of an exit. Deja vu tugs at you. Making a run for it would be pointless, no doubt. It didn't do you any good in your own neighborhood so why would it work in foreign territory? No, there's no running from this man. You just have to keep yourself alive long enough for him to release you again. IF he releases you again.Rooted where you stand, all you can do is watch him and try to anticipate every terrible thing that could happen.Joker works efficiently. Slender fingers deftly cut and twist the tiny cords and carefully solder them together. Plastic parts are gingerly fabricated. A pink tongue peeks from a scarlet mouth, licking at the corners in concentration. With patience and care he assembles his device. Soon he tucks the bomb into a neat package, sewing it into the plushie.Now that the chore is complete, J swivels his chair to face you and flashes his signature smile. Setting down his tools, the homicidal humorist slowly and softly sings a familiar tune.“all around the mulberry bush…”The maniac stands.“the MONKEY chased the WEASEL…”He takes a few steps in time with the rhythm of the song. You want to step back but his gaze holds you like a bear trap.“the monkey thought t’was ALL in FUN…” He stops in front of you and playfully begins rocking on his heels with his lips twisted into a devilish grin. The silence stretches, tense, like the corners of his mouth.“POP!"AH HAHA HAHAHAHAWith a sudden lunge Joker tackles you and twists you around, lifting your arm skyward behind your back. Giggling, he breathes in your scent near the nape of your neck. Your body tenses, braced to fight him but your muscles do not follow through. You can feel his chest reverberating with the bass of his low chuckles. He holds you firmly while he savors the smell of your fear. When he finally releases you, he only does so to turn you to him. His toxic gaze is gentle somewhere in its depths, you think. He smirks and lowers his face to yours, too close for comfort.The smell of his lipstick tickles your nose as his stare fills your vision. You feel the warmth of his breath as he brushes his mouth lightly against yours.“Not feeling much like a fight tonight? Hmm…" His eyes meet yours and they are dark with cruelty.Your blood runs cold.Joker tangles his fingers tightly in your hair and jerks you up onto your toes. Splitting pain shoots through your scalp and your hands shoot towards his wrists. The Clown gleefully slaps your hands away. His arm snakes around your waist, his grasp on your follicles still painfully tight. His chin juts forward as his eyes narrow."I refuse to believe that you haven't taken the time to wonder why you're not bound this time,” he purrs, “ or why you're... LUCID?”Your useless attempts to push him away and the stifled whine in the back of your throat causes him to smile broadly.“My dear toy.”Finally he relinquishes his hold and you tumble to the floor, rubbing your head, tears still in your eyes. There is a familiar, distant feeling of numb resignation that starts to creep in like a slow fog.You clumsily crawl backwards as Joker leaps, landing gracefully, his shined shoes planted on either side of you. His face is unreadable as he stares down at you. You look up at him apprehensively, wary of impending pain and humiliation. You'd be lying if you said you weren't fearful of the slow lazy smile that lifts his features, stopping just short of his eyes.He crouches over you with his weight resting upon his heels.Again he tilts your face towards him using the nape of your scalp as leverage.He smiles, gesturing broadly between the two of you."Passive is a good look on a TOY such as yourself!”Gently he pulls you to your feet. Then, with the corners of his mouth turned down dramatically, J runs his thumb over the scar you've tried to conceal. Scrubbing at it, his face relaxes after the makeup is gone. Joker's fingers move to stroke your neck. Then they caress your clothes slowly as though he's counting the threads, running the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He gaze is hooded and unblinking.He's watching for your reactions.J’s digits glide gracefully over your shoulder and dip in between your shirt and your collar bone. His skin is cold which makes you tense at his touch. With his tongue caught in a sarcastic smile he wraps one long lithe leg around you and slides his body down yours with mock seduction.If there were a manual for igniting your body’s desires it seems that the Joker has read it cover to cover. Thinking back it's likely he may have even written a chapter or two. Before long your senses are buzzing with arousal. You meet his eyes with agonizing shame.A whimper escapes your lips. Your stomach churns. No, no. What your physiology does is not in your control. It's not your fault. Distract yourself. Don't let your mind betray you.Breathe.Ok.Focus on something else.You can do this.Joker’s breath smells metallic. It blows over your face and neck in deep panting puffs. The delicate hairs on your neck stand on end as you detect nearly inaudible moans that hide behind his incessant chuckling. They are uttered in appreciation of the flexing of your muscles. He is enjoying this so much.No, no, wait!Don't focus on him.Find something…The feel of the shoes on your feet. They're a little too tight. The hard shell leather is taught against your toes, especially when they curl. Your sock is slouches on your left ankle. The waistband of your underwear is light upon your skin...‘Toy.’ He calls you ‘Toy.’This name makes him happy. It is because he knows how degraded it makes you feel, isn't it? Once upon a time you orgasmed while he growled it into your ear so you must like it too, right? With that sick memory, embarrassment and despair start to well up inside your chest.You try to retreat back into your head, using the techniques you had practiced all this time… curse your failure! It's beyond reason that he can be so commanding without having to utter a word.The Clown is titillated by you. You can feel his endowment growing firm against you. You can feel the heat he is emitting. Your body heat rises too and you aren't sure if it's from arousal or anger.The Murderous Maniac chortles as he grinds subtly against you. You hiss, your head turns away. A blast of laugher rings in your ears.HEEHEEHEEahhoohooheeheehaHAHAJoker raises you on to your feet, taking firm hold of your hair once again. His eyes become dark with the dilation of his pupils as he holds your arms tight behind your back. His green brows are arched menacingly. The news of your fate is unreadable in his expression.What is certain is that you'll have no say in it.♤♡♧♧
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Stop Me If You've Heard This OnePart iiHorsing around♤♡♧♧Joker's crimson smirk transfixes you.Lungs breathless.Heart drumming.Body tense with pain and pleasure. Powerless.Breathe.The Clown peers at you from under heavy lids and slowly licks his lips. His cool hand tightens on your scalp. His fingers caress your palms.His chest rumbles with low chuckles and he presses his pelvis hard against yours. He notices your stifled moan.“my My MY, Toy! So receptive! So sensitive! Mmm it's good to see nothing has changed. What wonderful noises you will make when you see what I have for you,” Joker glances down his body, “and I am positively BRIMMING with excitement!" Heh heh hehWith grace, Joker starts dancing whilst pressing your loins against his. By the look of him he shouldn't be this strong.He takes you over and pushes snd pulls you in a waltz that is made awkward by your lack of footing.His grin mocks you before he puts you down. Your hands cover a damp stain on your pants, embarrassed that you're not certain to whom it belongs.The Clown Prince strolls away. When he reaches his throne he doesn't sit on it so much as he drapes himself over it, leaning to the side, one slender leg slung lazily over its arm. He's a sight to be seen. The warm lights play off of his skin and almost make his complexion seem healthy, but only almost. The light does manage to soften the sharp angles of his face a bit. Red lipstick exaggerates the proportions of his already full, ever-grinning mouth.J's lush linen suit complements the checkered fabric upon which he sits and its rich purple color emphasizes the green glow of his irises. The chair's carved wood has gold leaf accents and it plays upon his hair like the hint of a royal crown. Clown Prince, indeed. The picture before you is striking, you muse.He twirls his curls, grinning knowingly at you.“SING for me,” he purrs after letting you stare for a few moments.You jerk out of your thoughts wide eyed.Joker smiles, amused. He repeats the instruction. Your mouth goes dry.“Sing something snappy. Something interesting. Something… ME,” he gestures to himself in a sweeping motion from head to toe.You search your mind for a minute while your fingers fidget at your scar. Your eyes dart around the room as you pick your brain for a melody that is HIM. Something like…With a small nod you straighten out your shoulders.Joker, whose foot had been tapping with swelling boredom, brings his head higher, unintentionally mirroring you.“Well? WHAT have you got for me?" His hands fling outward dramatically."ENTERTAIN ME, Toy! Heh heh heh heeheeheehee”There are a couple of false starts while you find the melody, and then…“... Every morningevery evening...”J’s face is the picture of surprise when he recognizes the tune and he swings himself into an upright position, suddenly riveted. You falter at this but only for a moment.His stunned expression evolves into a curious smile as you continue. His eyes bore into you with interest.“...Ain't we got fun?Not much moneyOh, but honeyAin't we got fun?The rent's unpaid dearWe haven't a busBut smiles were made dearFor people like us…”Before long Joker is joyfully kicking his legs and pretending to conduct an accompanying orchestra, leaping to his feet, dancing around, singing along with you, picking up the lyrics when they escape your memory. During his waltz he does a spin on the ballerina’s box before removing the blindfold that adorns her. J twirls towards you and, when your voice stumbles at his approach, does a giggling pirouette before disappearing behind you. You flinch when he lowers the blindfold over your head and instructs you to keep singing.“...Times are bad and getting badderStill we have funThere's nothing surerThe rich get richer and the poor get poorerIn the meantime In-between timeAin't we got fun…”Now in darkness, you listen to the murderous maniac’s footsteps scuffling around the room. Accompanied are the sound of objects being knocked over and gathered and rearranged. Your head turns with the sound of his movements in an attempt to keep track of his whereabouts. Through the flurry of activity it feels like a heavy presence is pressing towards you.Shake it off. Keep going.“...Night or daytimeit's all playtimeAin't. We. Got. Fun…!”He shouts the last lines in unison and with rousing, albeit solo, applause. The corners of your mouth turn upwards at his praise. J's happy. You want him happy. He slides in front of you and lowers his lips to your ear, letting his breath tickle your skin before he speaks.“That was enchanting!” his voice is silky as he coos in your ear, “I cannot tell you how PLEASED you should be right now, my little Toy.” heeheehoohooheeheeaahhHe takes a step back and even though you are blinded you can feel Joker’s contemplation in the silence. You imagine his furrowed brow as he stands tall before you, one hand at his chin and the other at his hip. You're amused when you hear the dull tap-tap-tap of Joker’s toe.With a triumphant noise and the scrape of his soles against the rubberized floor, he plops down in his chair and sighs. The hint of his sigh brushes against your neck. The impossibility of this doesn't escape you.“You know," he exclaims, "I have to stop and remind myself that I needn’t rush. You're not in a hurry, are you?”Your head does a timid little shake.“No, of course not! Nor should I be! This is MY recess so I'm going to enjoy my playground as. long. as. I. like!”His declaration is made with the tone of a person that's doing you a favor, as though he's extending a kindness. He might keep you longer this time, you think. You're naught but something to be used and packed away....why did you feel a throbbing in your groin at that thought?“SO,” Joker continues, clapping his hands once, rubbing his palms together, “before we get down to BRASS TACKS I would like to conquer the possible HURDLE of... disobedience,” there sounds the soft rustle of fabric as he shifts in his seat, "you have been so VERY tame so far BUT I need you to know that…” his voice goes cold, “should you choose to MISbehave and should you choose NOT play nicely with ME…" he pauses long enough for you to hear the shuffle of something shifting close to you,"...you'll have to play well with OTHERS!”Chills run down your spine and your entire body goes tense when rough, raspy chuckles come from behind you. And to the sides of you. And in front of you.“My dear, I invite you to meet, erm, ‘Others’.” AhooHooHooheeHeeHeeHahaHaHooHooThe blindfold is ripped from your face and you are confronted with dead plastic eyes that are set into a matted face which vaguely resembles a cat. The fur costume smells of dust and baby powder along with the faint acrid stench of formaldehyde. You slowly look to your left and right and find two more mascots staring at you with immobile faces. One seems to be a squirrel whose dread locked coat is a faded blue.Opposite him stands a tall dingy pirate whose expression and proportions are grossly exaggerated. His foam teeth are bared in a lewd smile. You don't turn around but a fleeting glance over your shoulder confirms a fourth fuzzy getup, this one a bright garish pink.Heart racing, you turn your attention back to Joker, looking past the towering tabby in front of you. The Clown swings his feet merrily, sadistically smiling at you.“heeheehee Cat got your tongue? HOOHOOHOO!Well, if you have nothing to say, I think it is high time we get you back in the SADDLE!”Abruptly you are spun around and you find that the huge rocking horse has been relocated to the center of the room. Its wooden body stands at least 7 feet tall, its pink leather torso looks plush and shiny.You take on a well-trained fighting stance and don't relax much even as the goons retreat a step. Joker heaves a deep sigh as he dismounts his throne, strolling nonchalantly towards you with one hand behind his back."There you are! I knew your moxie hadn't disappeared completely! BUT! Remember to play NICELY, Toy of mine," the arm behind his back flexes followed by the sound of a gun being cocked.Your hands open in surrender.He hisses his approval and swiftly brandishes a knife from his other hand, slitting the seam of your pants with impressive accuracy.Gruffly, you are instructed to climb the ladder onto the rocking horse. Once mounted you reel at the height. Your ankles are jerked into the stirrups and strapped tightly inside of them. You are allowed but a few inches of movement in your knees. Just enough, you suppose, to control your balance. Quickly gripping the reins, you look down at Joker for instruction.He is not much shorter than the horse’s shoulder and it occurs to you that he is within range of a kick to the face. If only you could move your feet.J climbs the ladder to meet you eye to eye. Leaning against its frame leisurely, his terrifying grin is ecstatic.“SO,” he begins while petting the sleekly polished neck of the beast, “I think you'll find this BEAUTY to your liking. Be careful, though, because, while horses are usually the ones being broken, this could easily break YOU instead.” Bwahahaha Hee Hee Hee Hee Hoo HooHe wraps his hand around the horse’s painted mane and pulls it forwards. Instantly you feel something slide between your legs. Caught off guard, you shift to see what just touched you.The seat underneath you has a broad gap running along the length of it. There's nothing visible as the horse rocks backwards but when it leans forward a sizable dildo thrusts skyward. You recoil as though you've been bitten by it and Joker laughs obnoxiously in your face.“Fun, amirite? HAHAHAHAHA!”Suddenly snapped to silence, he grasps your thigh and grabs your chin to bring your eyes to his. His tone is hushed and serious.“You're going to bring yourself to orgasm."The words hang heavily in the air."Not me.YOU.You're going to ride this horse until you pass the finish line. You're going to do this because it's what I WANT. I am going to WATCH every second of it… so don't make it a dull show.”Joker grabs the seam of your pants and rips it violently, exposing all of the tender flesh of your sex.hahaHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHeeHe hands you a bottle of lubricant after shooing his furry friends into the darkness.“we'll have no need for them now, will we, doll?” he pretends to ask. You have the distinct feeling they will be watching as well.Joker’s palm remains on your thigh massaging your skin as your slick shaking fingers prepare yourself for penetration. His other hand steadies the beast so as to keep the sex toy contained until you are ready for it. Staring at the void beyond the lights, you absently stroke yourself, moving the blood to your genitals again. It will probably hurt at first but it won't hurt as much if you're stimulated. That might help get this over with, too.It is a small surprise to find that the half concealed lust in your eyes is mirrored when you look back at J. His smirk is small, the bottom lip half hidden by his teeth. You imagine you can feel the heat of his eyes as they rove ravenously over your body. Your hand moves a fraction faster.Joker brings the horse forward slowly and you adjust your position. He can read the apprehension on your face. It's obvious he thinks it delicious. You flinch when the tapered tip of the firm dong rises and meets your skin. J stops the movement and lets it rest at your hollow. Uncharacteristically quiet, he waits until you nod with reluctance. Then, with teeth bared triumphantly, he inches it inside you.Though the girth increases gradually you quickly feel yourself stretching beyond your comfort level. Your eyes have not left Joker’s, which is not to say the same for him. He alternates between watching your face and watching the slow insertion of the massive toy as he pushes it into you. Occasionally he breaks to fuck you shallowly, rocking you back and forth, helping you to adjust. Time seems to slow and you can no longer track how much of your body has been occupied. All you know is you feel full to bursting.Joker’s currently grinning lasciviously as your skin is pulled taut over the increasing diameter. You rock your hips upwards to give him a better view, forcing a lusty exhale to escape the Joker before he can catch it. His eyes narrow dangerously as he looks up at your flushed face.When your tight entrance starts to sting you grab the hand on your thigh and squeak out a plea.The Joker glares at you and spitefully lowers you a little further, only stopping when you shout in pain.At the pause you try to read his face which is fixed in an enigmatic smile. Slowly you add more lube and stroke yourself up and down, up and down- more firmly than before- to distract from the ache. Your sex pulses under your hand as his intense gaze consumes you. You've never been so completely devoured before in your life. His arousal colors his cheeks faintly as he starts fucking you gently again. You start to moan as the pain dissipates. Joker’s eyes shoot up to yours and his hand moves further up your thigh.“That's it,” he urges, “you've almost taken it ALL inside your hungry body. You're almost stuffed with all its fluff, my little fuckToy. Tell me, how does it FEEL?”J rocks the horse a little faster. You groan and the words unconsciously tumble breathlessly from your mouth. You tell him how deep you can feel it, how you feel wide open. You tell him that you feel exposed. Vulnerable. Left in the wind. That you're afraid you might get hurt. Or- what's worse- that you might not climax for him. And, with tears in your eyes, you tell him that you want to please him but you may not be able to.With an evil grin J pulls the horse forward and thrusts the rubber cock inside of you all the way to the base. Your howl of pleasure-pain incites a round of giggles."Well that brought a smile to my face!" Despite his impishness he holds the horse steady until, having adjusted to the dong, you subtly grind your hips against it.Just as you have acclimated to the girth that spreads you open Joker takes two more straps and buckles them tightly over your thighs. Rendering you immobile, he utters a sadistic chuckle and heaves your perch backwards. Your body pitches forward as the horse rears back. The dildo withdrawals to the bell of its head and then the full length slams back into you when inertia rocks the horse forward again. Joker doubles over on his ladder, besides himself with mirth.It seems that the hardest part of the ride is when you're rocked as far forward as you can and the stays hit the ground in front of you. That is when the last few inches are thrust hardest.Your vaudevillian voyeur makes his descent and moseys backwards towards his throne without taking his viridian eyes off of you.Bracing yourself a little better you allow your hand to work at a flurry as you gyrate on your seat. Your fingers tease your sensitive skin. Your palm strikes the sensations home. The back and forth motion of the equus becomes your own and before long you are rocking your hips to meet the shaft beneath you.A pleasant ache starts to build in your abdomen. You close your eyes.Time is without meaning in this moment but it's not long before lustful moans start to pour from you. You can't hear much through the ringing in your ears, which is usually the harbinger of your climax. You hold off. Vaguely you wonder why you're getting off like this. Maybe it's because you like it or maybe it's because you like that it's HIM.You push the thoughts away as you masturbate, trying not to think about much other than the pleasure overtaking your body. It's simultaneously new and familiar. It's divine. The motions work muscles you didn't know existed in ways you didn't know they could. The feeling of your body stretched taut over the thick slick prick awakens new nerve endings. The endless glide in and out of you and the way your tightness eagerly opens makes you shudder. Knowing that he is watching makes you drip. The air around you becomes cooler as your body heats up and your nipples stand at attention. Even the pinch of the dry leather seat against your thighs is driving your lust.Then the rhythm of heavy breathing breaks through the din. Your lids slowly open and your head rolls to look at him. The Joker sits with relaxed posture. His eyes are focused on you but they are glazed over. His fingers are steepled at his smirking mouth. His mouth, you notice, is slightly open. His front teeth are barely visible but you can see the glint of them nonetheless. His tongue slithers over his bottom lip after he absently nibbles it.He's enjoying the show.Your gaze becomes unfocused as your mind lustfully wonders if he ever thinks about the way his mouth feels on you. Your hand moves faster and you rock harder.Does he want to take you? Soft or hard? How wet would it be? Would he bite? Would he draw blood? Would he suck or lick or both? Would he let you cum? Would he let you make him cum …?As you start to become more lost in the quagmire, the ruby lips upon which you are fixated begin to move. There are words you can't hear but they give you goosebumps. He is speaking to you quietly. So, so quietly. The shapes his mouth makes sends violent chills through you. The tingling pressure that boils in your loins continues to build.The sound of his musical voice comes into focus and suddenly it's all you can hear.“mine,” he croons.“you are mine”“i am your pleasure”“i am your desire”“i am your END”“and YOU… you are…"His tongue teases the corner of his mouth and you moan helplessly.As he stands to approach you, you spy that his cock is pressing so hard against his fly it threatens to break the zipper. The graceful fingers of one hand comb through his lush hair while the others tighten around his bulge. A small spot of precum seeps through the fabric.At the sight, your orgasm unexpectedly shoots through your body with blinding force. You arch and buck with it, not slowing down. You prolong it for him as he ambles closer, rubbing his trousers, coaxing you on. This show is for him and you give him as much as he wants. You ache and you're light headed but you don't stop."SAY it…"You will fuck yourself raw if he tells you to and you know it.You know because you've known all along.Ever since he released you the first time.You've known that you are...His trinket.His plaything.His bauble.His…“Toy. I am your Toy.”♤♡◇♧ ((Ain't We Got Fun by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney))