The Joker's New Toy { Wattys 2016}

Spoiled Fun

Once again thanks to everyone who is reading this. Sorry if this story is a bit weird but I'm having fun writing it anyway. Violence ahead.

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Stacey grumbled under her breath as she scrambled to get her clothes back on after the dressing room quickie her and her 'Master' had just partook in. Running her hands over the back of her head, she felt a wet sticky substance on her bun. "Uhg!" she muttered.

The Joker chuckled. "What's the matter princess? Don't like my love juice in your hair?" Stacey couldn't control the exasperated sigh that escaped her lips and she bent over to lace up her black boots. She yelped as the Joker's hand swatted her bottom as she bent over, and he plopped the black wig back on top of her head. "Oh please baby doll, it's just a little cum. It'll come out in the shower later." He laughed.

He made her put her sunglasses back on to conceal her identity just in case, and he unraveled her leash and clasped the collar back around her neck. Stacey winced. "Please...daddy. Can I go without the collar? Please? It's hurting my neck. It's not like I'm gonna go anywhere. I mean where am I gonna go? Please can you take it off?" She pleaded.

The Joker looked at her intently. "Hmmm let me think," He paused. "No." He laughed and tugged her out of the dressing room. Stacey groaned, and she felt some of his men nearby glaring at them like hungry puppies. She knew they must have heard the sounds coming out of the dressing room and she knew they must have assumed their boss just got some more action from his toy. The fact Stacey's cheeks were flushed vibrantly also gave it away. She rubbed her sore bottom and she grimaced for the fact that she was sore somewhere else now as well, do to the Joker's large girth.

"Sorry baby cakes, but I can't have you too far away from my grasp. I can't have the bat showing up and stealing away my new favorite toy now can I? Oh no, no, no. And I expect him to try. He always does have a stick up his bat butt. Always trying to spoil the fun. The ironic thing is, he only makes it MORE fun for me. I wonder if his itty bitty bat brain will ever come to that realization?" The Joker Chortled. "Ah yes, I expect my best boy scout playmate to show up soon."

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Stacey wasn't very surprised when he dragged her to the 'Playboy' store. The flamboyant male manager of the store still stood bitterly behind the counter, a masked clown man holding a gun to his back as the Joker shopped with his pet. The Joker seemed to drool to himself as he looked over the various toys and outfits in the store.

"Yes, this looks like fun doesn't it?" He turned to Stacey as he picked up a leather paddle that was furry on one side and showed it to Stacey. "Wouldn't cause much damage though. But fun nonetheless." He chuckled and threw it in a bag that he was making another one of his men hold.

He kept the manager there for now in case they needed help with anything. He started grabbing one of every outfit and shoving it the bag, licking his lips as he couldn't wait to see his little bunny in those skimpy little outfits. He grabbed some bunny ears off the rack and slipped them on Stacey's head. "There, what's a little bunny without her ears?" He snickered. Stacey grunted as he pulled on her leash, yanking her face to his own so he could peck her on the lips.

"Oh this is ridiculous!" The manager suddenly chimed. He had extravagant hair, earrings, a pretty face, long lashes that looked as though he was wearing mascara and a dramatic voice. "Why don't you let that poor girl go you sick fuck? Do you really need to keep a girl on a leash to get laid?" He spat, crossing his arms haughtily. "Well I guess you do. I mean look at you." He scoffed. "Freak."