Chapter One: Initial Testing
The Joker propped his feet up on the table and pretended to read the
newspaper (the funnies, of course). He
had a difficult time concentrating, though.
His mind kept wandering to the nearby refrigerator – not because he was
hungry, but because there was a very special milk carton inside...
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Like his archenemy, Joker had always strived to use technology to further
his own ambitions. Whether it was
an acid-spitting mechanism hidden behind a flower on his purple suit, or a deck
of razor-sharp playing cards, or a jar of poisoned greasepaint...he always had
some sort of trick up his sleeve.
But despite his efforts, Batman had almost always bested him.
Then one day, while watching Saturday morning cartoons, Joker had a
sudden burst of inspiration: what
if he could come up with a way to control Batman?
Rather than defeat him physically (which hadn’t worked all that well in
the past), might there be some way to conquer his mind?
The idea would not leave him. He
felt sure that there had to be a way. Drugs?
Hypnosis? Subliminal
messages? He began to spend most of
his time in either the library or the laboratory at the Hall of Doom.
He pored over scientific journals until late in the evening, and the next
morning would find him downstairs, pouring colorful liquids from one beaker to
another. He kept diligent notes in his journal about every finding,
but he kept his work a secret from the other supervillains – who didn’t
really pay much attention to his absence (actually, they were relieved to get a
break from his bad jokes and hysterical laughter).
Fortunately for him, they also paid no attention to the enormous amounts
of money that he was withdrawing from the Hall of Doom’s bank account, to pay
for the lab supplies and research. Weeks
went by, and still he wasn’t able to find anything.
Many times he thought about giving up, and just going back to his
cartoons.
Then one day, he found himself reading the April Fool’s edition of a
dirty magazine (well, all right...he wasn’t exactly reading it. But who could resist a young, well-rounded naked woman
wearing a jester’s cap?). While
pleasuring himself, he idly wondered what happens to the brain during its
delicious orgasm. For a few
seconds, the mind is consumed by ecstasy, leaving little room for anything else.
Could this be the key that he had been looking for?
Or was he just wanking off?
He began to consult various experts:
neurosurgeons, biologists, psychologists (“Yes, I’m dressed like a
clown...so what?”), botanists, chemists, sex therapists, prostitutes (he kept
telling himself he hired them for the sake of research, but who was he
kidding?). More weeks went by, more
money went down the drain...until finally...
He now understood why it was called a ‘breakthrough’; the wall that
his brain had been pounding against for the last few months had suddenly given
way. The combination of ingredients
was right there on his computer screen; he had worked extra late last night, and
couldn’t even remember how he had stumbled across it.
The resulting mixture was purple (which pleased him very much, since
purple was his favorite color), containing extracts from all sorts of exotic
plants, as well as a number of chemicals that he couldn’t even pronounce.
But if it worked correctly, the serum would work its way to the
subject’s mind, significantly heightening his or her sexual appetite.
He wasn’t quite sure to what degree, but he hoped to find out very
soon. Theoretically, the drug would
also cause a side effect: an orgasm
would trigger a sort of ‘backfire’, temporarily suppressing the subject’s
inhibitions, morals, free will – basically, anything that might stand in the
way of sexual pleasure. During this
time period (which had yet to be measured), the subject would be extremely
susceptible to commands and suggestions. Ideally,
he would be able to transport the ‘victim’ to the Hall of Doom in time,
where a series of more intensive brainwashing techniques would be employed. It was a wonderful idea, but he had no idea if it would work
or not. The first step would be to
test it...
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“I see your reading skills haven’t improved,” came a woman’s
voice from behind him.
Joker nearly jumped out of his seat.
He whirled and saw Cheetah crouching on a nearby table. A towel was slung over her shoulder, and there were traces of
perspiration on her face. She had
just returned from the gym.
Joker let out a high-pitched nervous giggle.
“Cheetah, you naughty feline...you almost scared me to death!”
“If only,” she murmured. With
supple grace, she hopped down from the table and walked over to the
refrigerator. Joker admired the
curves of her body as she walked. That
form-fitting yellow leotard of hers might look ridiculous, but it also revealed
a great deal. He fought the urge to
ogle her, and sat back down, pretending to read the paper.
“Where is everyone today?” she asked,
pulling the milk carton out of the fridge.
Joker shrugged. “Out
playing golf or something. I
don’t know.” He could barely keep his voice steady; he was so excited.
His heart was racing, and his hands trembled a little.
His face was a little pale – but then, his face was always a little
pale.
“So they left you here to watch over things?
Idiots. They might as well
hire a space monkey or something.” She
always drank right out of the carton. Joker
held his breath as she took several gulps – that would be more than enough!
He glanced at his watch, and wondered how long it would take for the drug
to begin working. There was a growing bulge in his purple trousers.
She stood at the refrigerator; the door was open, and the carton was
still in her hand. “Is everything
all right? What’s the matter, my
dear?” asked Joker, trying to keep his voice calm.
Cheetah just shook her head absent-mindedly.
The door to the refrigerator was hanging open, but she just stood there,
as if lost in thought.
Joker put down the paper and rose to his feet.
Her eyes suddenly met his; instead of the usual look of disgust she gave
him, he saw something quite different. There
was confusion there...nervousness...and something else... desire, maybe?
Flashing her one of his best smiles (which came naturally for him), he
cautiously walked closer to her. “Is
everything all right? You look a
bit...distracted.”
She seemed to regain control of herself, and quickly shook her head
again. “No, it’s nothing.
I’m fine.”
“You
can say that again,” said Joker, allowing his eyes a quick little tour of her
shapely young body. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re absolutely
beautiful. I hope you don’t mind
me saying so.”
Cheetah
bit her lip, frowning. Joker could
almost read her thoughts: “Why am
I suddenly feeling horny?” He
knew why, of course...the serum had worked more quickly than he imagined it
would. Her inhibitions were fading,
and her desire was mounting. The
more she thought about the lust creeping through her, the more her resistance
would begin to wane. He decided to
give a little push to help her along. “You
know, they say that after a long workout, it’s nice to unwind with a different
kind of exercise. Something a
little more...intimate.”
She shook her head and took a step back, clearly sensing that something
was wrong – and that he was responsible for it.
“Get away from me,” she growled.
“Get out of here.”
Joker closed the door of the refrigerator and took another step toward
her. “Do you really want me to go
away?”
She was breathing heavily now. “Yes,”
she said, desperately.
“Oh, now, come on. You
don’t really mean that, do you?” He
took another step closer.
Cheetah didn’t answer, but he could see it in her eyes.
She had figured out by now that something was terribly wrong, and she
knew that she should get out of here. But
her lust was growing with every passing second (so was Joker’s, for that
matter!). A difficult dilemma: she
despised him, and yet her vagina was beginning to itch for a cock. She could try to run away and seek relief through
masturbation...but would that be enough? Right
here was a man, a man with a dick. Right here was the scratch for her itch.
Did it matter that he was dressed like a clown?
All she wanted right now was a hard, thick cock, grinding into her...
“No! What...what is this?” she hissed, backing away.
“What have you done to me?”
Joker shrugged and tried to look innocent.
“Maybe you’re just now acknowledging the fact that you’re crazy
about me, and that you want my body?”
“I...I
don’t want you...you disgust me!”
Joker smiled confidently. “Oh,
really...does this disgust you?” His
hands moved to his pants – and as they did so, her eyes locked onto his crotch
almost magnetically. He calmly
unbuttoned the slacks, pulled down the zipper, and allowed them to fall to the
floor. He then stood there for a moment, his erection clearly
visible through the purple Underoos.
Cheetah licked her lips and swallowed, her eyes never leaving his
concealed bulge. He could see her
taut nipples pointing out through her costume.
“You see, my dear, I’ve played a trick on you.
You need to be pleasured now, and it just so happens that I’m carrying
the proper equipment.” He climbed
out of the purple underwear and watched her reaction to his naked sex organ.
He could almost see her willpower crumbling, replaced by lusty need.
He stood right in front of her, and slowly moved his hands up and down
her firm young body. She didn’t
resist at all; she simply closed her eyes and savored the sensations.
His hands wandered down her back, around her waist, across her belly,
under her breasts, gently orbiting there for a minute or two before taking a
trip south...
“What’s happening to you is perfectly natural,” he whispered into
her ear. “You’re a cat in heat,
and you want me inside you. You
want to feel my dick sliding in and out your wet cunt.
Isn’t that right?” She
shook her head at first, but then whimpered as his rigid cock began to graze
back and forth over the fabric that covered her undoubtedly moist crotch.
“Are you absolutely positive that you wouldn’t like a
nice...hard...fuck?” He
emphasized each word with a little poke of his dick against the clothed entrance
to her sex. She didn’t want to
moan, but she couldn’t help it. She
was rapidly falling victim to her growing lust, and that cock certainly felt
wonderful. She imagined it sliding
inside her, imagined what it would feel like, rubbing its way inside her
throbbing cunt...
Joker
smiled, clearly enjoying her losing battle.
“Don’t you think it’s time we got out of these silly costumes?”
Cheetah fought it for as long as she could, but her desire was just too
much. She reached up and began to
rip her fabric apart, literally tearing her clothes off. Despite their lack of ability to instantly change in and out
of costume, it was only a few seconds before the two supervillains were
completely naked. Joker renewed his
exploration of her body, knowing full well that the evil young woman was already
nearing a climax. But why hurry?
This was a scientific study, after all!
His lipsticked mouth latched on to her right breast, his lips pressing
into the soft flesh. His tongue
flicked the nipple a few times, testing its hardness.
Then he began to suck on the nipple, slurping noisily, hungrily, as if
expecting milk. She moaned, and
pressed his head against her chest. His
hand was now teasing her slickening slit, his fingers moving up and down, up and
down, tickling her pussy lips, making her writhe and moan with each little
motion.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please...Joker...I
need it...”
The villainous clown reluctantly paused his suckling.
“Hmmm? What do you need,
my sweet little pussycat?”
“You idiot...you know what I mean...”
He leaned down and kissed her belly.
“I’m afraid I don’t...oh, wait...do you mean that you would like me
to fuck you?”
“Yes, damn you, yes! Fuck
me...please, I need it!” She
raised her hips and tried to rub her drooling crotch against his dick, as if to
prove it.
Joker
sighed. “Well, I guess so...since
you asked nicely.” He reached down and guided the purple head of his cock to her
hungrily waiting slit. “I aim to
please!”
He slowly pushed his dick inside her, inch by yummy inch.
It was warm, wet and slippery, and his cock slid easily deeper. “So this is what Cheetah’s pussy feels like!”
But she wasn’t paying attention; her eyes were shut, her teeth were
clenched, her hips were taut, and there was an awful lot of juice coming out of
her cunt! She seemed to enjoy it,
though, so he pulled his cock out and then plunged it back in again.
Each time he went back in, she would give a little grunt.
He lifted her shapely legs up in the air and began to fuck her a little
faster. Pull, plunge, pull,
plunge...their fucking made a wet, sucking sound, as if he was mashing up some
jello.
And Cheetah had pretty much turned to jello by now.
Her whole body shook and writhed; her head twisted left and right, her
succulent breasts wobbled and heaved, her pussy lips quivered and leaked; it was
safe to say that she was sexually excited!
Joker was rather excited himself...in fact, he was dangerously close to
injecting her with a large batch of sperm.
It would take only a few more strokes before his dick began to pulse its
load into her receptive womb. He
wasn’t too sure if she would appreciate being pregnant with his baby...but at
this point, he was too far gone to stop now.
And besides, he was a supervillain!
He just couldn’t help doing ornery things like this.
“Well, I guess I might as well bring things to a climax.”
Joker licked his finger and sent it down to search for her throbbing
clit. Just a few little flicks
against that sensitive flesh bud, and she would belong to him, body and mind.
He could tell he found the right spot when she suddenly arched her back,
and the cafeteria of Doom was filled with a bloodcurdling orgasmic caterwaul.
It was a good thing the other supervillains weren’t home!
“Um,
Cheetah? *ungh*
I know this is a bad *ungh* time to ask, *ungh* but do you mind *ungh* if
I...*ungh*...oh wait...*ungh*...never mind...*ungh*...too late...*ungh*...*ungh*...*UNGH*!”
With one last plunge of his engorged cock, Joker squirted his seed into
her spasming cunt. Spurt after
spurt...it had been a while since he last had sex, so there was quite a bit of
it. He imagined thousands of little
Joker sperm, swimming their way into her body in search of that poor,
defenseless egg.
Joker leaned back and wiped the sweat from his brow. Cheetah was still recovering from her orgasm; parts of body still quivered, as if in aftershock – and it almost sounded like she was purring. Joker leered at her beautiful body and smiled. He didn’t know if the experiment was entirely successful yet, but he sure had fun trying it!