Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Harley's Failed Emancipation

Harley Quinn smiled as she watched the Ace Chemicals building explode into a fireball. She used to be a respected psychiatrist, but was manipulated and transformed by the criminal known as Joker into being his accomplice and love slave. However, as time wore on, she began to resent the constant abuse, both physical and mental, Joker kept heaping upon her. Finally reaching her limit, Harley knocked out Joker with her baseball bat, dumped him in the same place he corrupted her for good, and blew the whole place up.

As she paraded down the street, Harley Quinn was finally free to be her own woman. 

Unfortunately, she found that the Joker had made a lot of enemies during his long career and with Harley out there without his protection, she became a prime target for the scorned wanting revenge. Thanks to her wits, she was able to avoid many of those people wanting revenge, including the mob boss known as Black Mask. Eventually, she decided that Gotham City was too hot and she just needed to get away from it all, gathering up her things and preparing to skip town. However, when she was about to leave, a shadowy figure with a toothy smile found her and gassed her, putting the woman to sleep instantly. 

When Harley woke up, she found herself in a padded room, sitting on a chair in front of a table with her bat and various toys surrounding her. But what set off her alarms was that she was naked, bound, and a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. She recognized the room and instantly turned scared. Her fears were justified when the door opened and her old boyfriend walked through the door. It was the Joker! 

Smiling and showing off his metal-crowned teeth, Joker slowly walked up to his bound captive, giggling under his breath. Harley's eyes widened in fright as she tried to fathom how Joker survived. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't talk her way out of this or try to sweet talk her former beau. Joker sauntered up to Harley and stooped down so he could see her eye-to-eye and slowly traced the contours of her chin. He told her how much it hurt that she didn't want to be his arm candy anymore and how she tried to kill him, but that he was willing to forgive and forget her latest transgression if she apologized. But trying to kill him had consequences, and Harley needed to learn that she was, is, and always will be his to control.

Body trembling in fear, Harl conjured up dozens and dozens of gruesome punishments Joker would inflict on her. She normally hated the Bat, but she really wished he would bust open the door right about now. Joker stood back up and walked behind her. There was a one-way mirror on the other side of the room, where Harley saw her trussed up body at Joker's mercy. The cruel clown reached down and began to twist her nipples, laughing wildly at her pain and fear. Harley tried to put on a brave face, but winced when her nipples were pinched and a look of terror came over her face as Joker's maniacal laughter rang in her ears. It was the laugh that always proceeded when Joker was about to start torturing someone.

Kicking the table against the far wall, Joker was ready to start his playtime. He took off Harley's gag and cupped her chin, asking if Harley was sorry for how she treated him. Terrified, Quinn tried to sweet talk her former lover, telling him she was just playing a joke and didn't mean anything by it. Joker then clasped her head with his hands, asking her if she really meant it. When she furiously nodded, Joker softened a bit before leaning in to kiss his former sidekick. She wanted to bite down on his tongue, but knew that would just get her in further trouble. Instead, she returned the kiss, hoping this would ease his anger.

Breaking off the kiss, Joker smiled, glad to have Harley back. But she still had to pay the consequences. Walking over to the table, Joker grabbed Harley's baseball bat and started winding up his batter arm. Eyes widening in terror, Harley tried pleading with Joker to show her some mercy and kindness, but the clown told her that she needed to learn her lesson. Winding up, Joker slammed the bat right into Harley's stomach. She doubled over in pain, her bound arms straining against their bonds. Tied down as she was, she couldn't protect herself from Joker wailing on her with the bat again, this time against her chest. Harl coughed and gagged, gasping for air. It felt like her ribs were cracked.

After a few more swings, Joker looked at his handiwork, loving seeing Harley battered and beaten in the chair. But her punishment was just beginning. He grabbed her by one of her pigtails and forced her to stand. Harley once again pleaded with her Mr. J, but the clown just laughed and told her they were far from finished. Throwing down the bat, Joker grabbed his former squeeze's oversized mallet, which made Harl even more terrified. With her legs and ankles tied down, she couldn't go anywhere, thus was unable to get away as Joker wound up and slammed the hammer into her head.

Collapsing on the ground, Harley coughed in pain as her brains were scrambled. Now she knew what her victims felt like when she hit them with her mallet. She could barely utter any begging when Joker kicked her body onto her stomach, then forced her to raise her ass in the air. Taking aim, Joker slammed the mallet into Harley's ass, crushing her on the ground. She screamed in pain as he brought the hammer down onto her butt again and again. Tears were flowing freely from Harley's eyes as she continued getting slammed by Joker. True, he was always an abusive and manipulative boyfriend, but even during their kinky rough sex funtimes he was never this hurtful. She was never his punching bag until now. 

Getting his fill of old fashioned beatings, Joker threw the hammer back and clasped his hands together, wanting to move onto the next torture for Harley. He saw her coughing and groaning in pain on the ground and absolutely loved it. He pulled a rod out of his jacket and rolled Harley onto her back. She looked up as Joker asked her if she was going to run away ever again. Not wanting any more torture, she frantically nodded her head, saying she would never dream again of betraying her Puddin'. He was pleased to hear that, but he needed assurances. Pulling the cap off the rod, Joker revealed his insignia, shaped like stamp and glowing red hot. 

Realizing what it was, Harley tried to wriggle away, begging Mr. J not to do it, but Joker paid her no mind. He easily pulled her back and told her to be still as he aimed the heated rod at Harley's waist. She wanted to run away and never look back, but knew that was an impossibility now. Frantically pleading with her abuser, Harley desperately tried anything she could think of to stop this, to no avail. Joker eventually slammed the rod down right above Harley's pussy, causing the woman to scream at the top of her lungs as pain coursed through her body. A few minutes later, Joker removed the rod, grinning, while Harley lay almost catatonic. Right above Harley's pussy was Joker's clown sigil, branded on her skin forever. 

Seeing his property truly marked as his, Joker savored how much pain he had caused Harley. It made him really hard. Unable to hold back, Joker capped off the branding rod and tossed it aside, then pulled out a knife and cut the cords binding Harley's legs. Harley was absolutely dead to the world, the pain of the brand on her skin overwhelming her. She didn't notice Joker cutting her leg bonds until he was already between her legs with his cock out. Snapping back to reality, Harley was silent as Joker loomed over her. With her eyes, she begged him not to rape her, but the clown merely gave her a toothy grin and slammed his dick in her. 

Grunting in pain at the invasion, Harley began twisting around, but Joker easily kept her in his grip. Of course, the two had fucked many, many times, and she's helped him raped other women, most notably that bitch Batgirl, but with the pain of her brand combined with her dry pussy, this felt a lot harsher. Joker slammed into her again and again, hard and fast, and to Harley's despair she felt her pussy getting wet around his cock. He leaned down and cradled her head in his hands, his face inches away from hers, consuming her vision entirely. Harley looked into his eyes as he continued to rape her, telling her that he needed to teach her where she belonged, but that he was caring enough to show her. 

Licking his lips, Joker leaned in further and started kissing and licking Harley's face, delighting in what was to come. 

Harley grunted, knowing her abuse and torture was far, far from over.

Several months later, Joker laid back on his recliner, watching television. Batman had foiled another plot by Scarecrow and turned him in. Joker scoffed. The strawman was always in over his head. He, however, had much bigger plans, and had been preparing them in earnest. If this succeeds, not only would he be able to finally be rid of the Bat, but also take down the alien and the Amazon to boot. He had always wanted to wreck havoc and chaos outside Gotham, and with the heroes out of the way, he'd be free to terrorize anywhere he wanted.

Kneeling in front of Joker, dutifully sucking his cock, was Harley Quinn. Her external injures had all healed up by now, but mentally she was still broken. Joker was always effective at destroying her mind and building it back up, so it was no surprise when Joker trained her to be his faithful slut toy once again. She touched the Joker brand on her waist, a constant reminder of her position, and a part of her was sullen at her submission. Still, she knew better now and never, ever disobeyed Joker again, happily sucking his cock or spreading her legs when asked and allowing herself to be his abuse toy whenever things went south.

Harley Quinn had tried to leave her abuser, to have a complete emancipation and become her own woman, free to do whatever she wanted.

But reality wasn't kind to her. 

As Joker patted her on the head, Harley knew she'd failed and would be his toy for the rest of her life.