Daddys Little Girl

Kinley sighed as she lowered her saughtering tool, pressing it lightly to two conjoined pieces of metal. It hissed and smoked softly as she tapped the tool against it then put it back in it's holder. "Almost done." She said as she admired her work. The device look strangely like a toaster but it was much more deadly then that. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of her father since the night in his bedroom.

She didn't really mind his absence, he was a busy man after all. She reached over and pulled a bar of what looked to be C4 to her front, staring at it was a calm smirk. "I just need something to test you on..."

'Another stint from the Joker last night at the local childrens toy store.' The T.V. blared from the room next to the one she was in. 'Local police have yet to report any details about the situation but it is under full invstigation.'

"A...toy store!?" She laughed as she moved to the door way, staring over at the T.V. A few goons blinked and stared at her like she was nuts as she laughed harder and moved back into the craft room.

All of a sudden the door burst open and Joker practically slid into the room before walking in normally, a wide grin on his face. "Honey I'm home!" He laughed.

She poked her head out from the craft room and smiled at him.

Joker ignored her and moved into the other room and plopped himself down at his desk in front of some blue prints.

She narrowed her eyes halfway. "Oh fine then." She mumbled and sat herself back into her chair and opened the C4 carefully.

"What are you mumbling about Kinley?" He asked as he scratched something onto the blue print.

"Nothing." She replied as she carefully cut the puddy like substance with a knife.

"You know.... I really hate liars!" He said turning in his chair. His mood was often like the wind. Good one instant bad the next.

"Look." She picked up the toaster like object and turned around. "I'm making a bomb."

"Good for you, you can make a bomb..." He said annoyed and turned back to his blue print.

She narrowed her eyes again, pushing on side of her upper lip outward before setting the contraption down and leaving the room. She moved over to the couch and crawled onto the back, slipping down between two of the goons and pulling her knees to her chest.

"Hey kid..." One of the goons said. "Whats the matter? Daddy not treating you right?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Same as he usually does if that treating me right or not." She replied, keeping her eyes glued to the TV, since making eye contact with a goon was never a good idea.

"So you like explosives huh?" He asked. "I have one upstairs you wanna see it. It's pretty cool I think you'll like it."

Her eyes grew wide and beady like as she turned her head to him. "Yeah..." She said i a low ominous tone, clearly to excited.

The goon glanced at Joker before taking Kinley's hand. "Come on I'll show you."

She took his hand and followed him up the stairs and into his room. She looked around the room quickly but didn't see anything explosive like. "Where is it?"

The goon turned around and locked the door behind him with a soft click. "Come here I'll show you." He said coming up behind her.

She turned around quickly, jumping as she saw him so close to her and quickly backed up.

"What's the matter kid?" He asked.

"I don't like people that close to me." She replied and a slightly threatened tone.

"I thought you said you wanted to see my explosives." He said with a smirk as he took her hand and rubbed it against his swelling groin.

"You pig!" She yelled as she rammed her knee into his crotch then grabbed the door, realizing it was locked she panicked a bit as she fumbled around with it's lock.

The goon doubled over in pain before grabbing onto her and throwing her onto the bed. "That was a big mistake missy!" He said as he straddled her.

She screamed as she pushed on his chest, trying to push him away from her. "DADDYY HELP ME!!!"

"Daddy can't hear you darling." He laughed. "He's downstairs working. And won't be up for a while." He rubbed his cock through his pants down into her and laughed as she squirmed.

"S-stop!!" She squealed as she twisted around under him. He raked his hand through her hair, gripping it tightly and pulled her head back. "Shut your trap whore." He snarled as she began to cry more. "It hurts...please don't make me...it hurts..."

"Did daddy hurt you when he put it in you?" The goon teased. "Don't worry.... I'll be more gentle." He pulled her pants down off her hips taking her panties with them.

"NO!!" She screamed as she slapped his face and hands, trying to pull her pants back up.

He pinned her hands above her head with one hand and pulled at the button of his pants. Pulling the fly of his pants down he pulled his cock out.

"NO!! Please no!!" Se begged and she kicked at his sides with her legs as best she could.

The goon laughed as he entered her quickly without preparing her.

She screamed sharply as she jerked up, her back curving up off the mattress. She closed her eyes tightly as her walls tore slightly against his size. "STOP!"

The goon laughed. "Daddy stretched you nice and wide didn't he?" He laughed. "I can barely feel you." He teased her as he pushed into her harder.

She cried out in pain again as she arched her back, tugging her wrists a bit more frantically under his hands. "DADDY!!" She screamed as she closed her eyes tightly.

"Is that what you cried when he fucked you?" He asked as he fucked her faster. "Did you like his cock inside you? Or do you like mine better?" He asked the question thrusting in once to excentuate his point.

She whimpered as she felt him thrust into her sharply. "I love him not you!" She snapped as she twisted around some more under him.

"Love has nothing to do with sex. Besides, you knew him what? An hour before you did him." He said as he continued to grunt and groan over her. "I heard you you know. What you said that night. You begged him to take you and then told him to stop even though he told you it would hurt. You could take it huh? You can take the pain? Where you happy when he came inside you?"

She fell still, staring up at him with narrowed eyes as he taunted her. She trembled as he continued to mouth off to her then leaned up quickly, she forced their lips together then bit his lip roughly, her teeth piercing through the weak flesh.

The goon cried out and pulled his mouth away from hers before he started laughing. "So you like it rough huh?" He leaned over her, his hands on the bed as he plowed his cock into her rough and hard over and over again.

"Get offa me!!" She screamed as she beat her hands against his chest repeatedly.

To her suprise he did. He stood up and grabbed onto her, lifting her up he threw her onto her stomache and straddled her again.

She cried out startled then quickly tried to crawl away from him. He pulled her back and rammed into her again, causing another scream from her. She gripped the sheets tightly and buried her face against them.

He thrust a few more times before pulling out of her. "You think that little ass of yours is tighter?" He asked rubbing his head against her puckered hole.

"...no..." She mumbled in an exhausted tone. "Let me go..." She begged her voice muffled from the sheets.

He used his hand to push the head of his cock past the tight ring of her anus. "Mmmm, you are tight. I can barely get it in." He said as he pushed against her, her anus fighting against him. He only had the head inside her.

She squealed and pulled the sheet tighter. "STOP!! Take it out!!" She screamed.

"I'm not even in yet little girl." He said as he pushed harder into her. He slipped in a few more cetemeters. He pulled out slightly before trying to push back in. "Fuck your so god damn tight." He said as he still couldn't get it in.

"Get off!!" She screamed loudly as she struggled under him again.

He wiggled against her pushing in harder. "Fuck you're going to make me cum and I'm not even in you yet." He said groaning.

She squealed again, feeling sick to her stomach now. Her ass was in discomfort as he continued to try and enter inside of her. "I'm going to throw up..."She said as she began swallowing large amounts of saliva.

"Just relax." He said as he managed to push it in about half way. It was starting to get easier for him to move in and out of her as she stretched around him.

She gagged a few times, crying more as she did. "Let me go..."

"Why would I want to do that? You feel so fucking good." He said as he pulled out and thrust back in hard, sheathing himself completely inside her in one swift movement.

Her back straightened as she grew fairly tense. Her walls screamed in pain as he loitered inside of her hole. "Daddy..." She cried in defeat one last time and fell forward, her chest down against the sheets.

He groaned in pleasure as he moved in and out of her quickly. At this rate he wasn't going to last much longer.

Her face was hidden against the sheets again, laying still he could hear faint sounds from her each time he thrust into her.

With her laying flat on her stomache, her legs tight together he moved onto his knees, sitting up as he rocked himself into her ass. He was coming close he could feel it building up inside of him. He slapped her ass.

"OW! DADDY!" She cried out. He moaned and came deep inside her as she cried out for her father. He shook overtop of her as he continued thrusting until the last of his orgasm died down.

"Fuck.... I can see why the mad man keeps you around." He said keeping his cock inside her.

She stared as the sheets with red puffy eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks. "...when I tell him...he's going to kill you...and I'm going to enjoy watching your entrails splatter against the walls..."

"Pfft..... like he's going to care about a little whore like you." He said laughing as he walked out the door, pulling up his pants as he did.

She sniffled and grabbed her underwear, moving into a sitting position and slipped it on tenderly. He was right, Joker wouldn't care about what happened to her. He hadn't been very nice to her ever since she told him not to touch her anymore. Her pants her slipped on next and she stood, wobbling out the door and down the stairs in a trance.

She moved into her room and pushed the door shut. She stood in it and stared around at what little thing she had in there. She moved to the bookshelf next and pulled a book from it. She tossed it to the floor, then another followed, and another.

Her small trinkets shatter on the floor as she brushed them off from the shelves, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Next she moved to the night stand, merely kicking it over, taking the lamp with it.

The bed was disheveled next, the pillows torn and the feathers ripped from the sac. the blankets tossed hastily to the floor. She sat upon the floor, her back against the door with her knees pulled to her chest. Her forehead rested on her knees as she continued to cry.


The hours past till the sun had sank out of the sky, Joker hadn't bothered to come and see what all the noise was. She stood up slowly, everyone was probably asleep. Stepping out from her room she looked even more a wreck then before and moved into the craft room.

She stared at the toaster like contraption for a second before wisping it up in her arms and throwing it down to the floor. It made a loud crash that would have woken anybody up. She glared and cried out as she kicked the contraption into smaller pieces.

"HARLEY!!!!" She heard Joker's voice bellow through the house as he returned. He had left shortly after Kinley had left the room, much to her dismay. It was the reason he hadn't heard her. "HARLEY!"

She kicked the pieces on last time before collapsing onto the floor again, crying softly as she rested her back against the table leg.

"Yes Puddin?" Harley came bounding down the stares and attempted to hug him.

Joker back handed her sending her sprawling to the floor. "Where's the Hyenas?" He yelled.

She screamed and tumbled along the floor for a second then sat herself up and held her hand over her cheek. "Gee I dunno Mista. J..." She replied nervously.

"You don't know?" He asked. "You don't know!" He looked around. "Where's Kinley!" He yelled.

"I-I don't know!" She repeated in an even more frightened voice.

"KINLEY!!!" He yelled.

Kinley ignored him as she continued to sit against the chair leg, gripping her hair tightly.

Harley pulled herself up slowly. "I think I heard some ruckus in the Craft room ...a few minutes ago..."

"KINLEY!" He called out again as he moved past Harley and up the stairs.

"D-do you want me to help?" Harley called as she gripped the banister tightly, watching him waltz up the stairs.

"Find the Hyenas!" He yelled as he dissapeared up the stairs. He made his way to the craft room and opened the door. "Kinle-" He paused as he saw her on the floor. He didn't know how to react.

She wiped her eyes slowly but her tears still kept falling. "I don't like explosives anymore..." She mumbled as she started at the remnants of the bomb scattered over the floor.

Joker paused not knowing how to react to this statement. Nor how to react to the situation. "Kinley.... what... happened?"

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it. "...d-doesn't mater..." She mumbled.

"Kinley!" He said angrily. "Don't lie to your father!"

She sobbed and stood up running past him and traveled down the stairs.

Joker caught her around the waste halfway down the stairs and pulled her back up stairs, pulling him into the room. He shut and locked the door so she couldn't escape him. "What.... happened?"

She took a few labored breathes and moved down to sit on the floor slowly. "...ow..." She whimpered, holding her legs tighter together.

"Kinely.... Answer me."

She stayed quiet for a long time before looking down. "He touched me..."

"Who did?" Joker asked. "What do you mean he touched you?"

"He said he had explosives he wanted to show me...so I went with him to his room..." She cried. "And he...he..." She choked and hugged herself tightly unable to bring herself to speak.

"Who?" Joker asked oddly enough very calm.

"...I don't know his name..." She mumbled, gripping the threads of her shirt tighter.

"Come downstairs." He said calmly. "I want you to identify him for me." He said turning out of the room.

Kinley whimpered and grabbed onto the edge of the table. Pulling herself up slowly, she lumbered after her father in silence.

Joker waited at the bottom of the stairs, his goons looking at him confused as to what was going on.

She stood next to him slightly hunched over as she stared over the goon's faces. The one that had assaulted her stood at the end of the line with a smug look. He made eye contact with her which caused her to flinch and look away again. "H-him..." She mumbled and glanced to him again.

"What do I look like a mind reader?" Joker asked. All of a sudden the goon that had attacked Kinley jumped into action, he jumped over the small coffee table and ran for the door. One of the other goons tripped him while another grabbed onto him. "Well well.... seems we have a confession." Joker said smiling.

Kinley breathed out and sat down slowly. Harley moved up behind her and placed her hands on her shoulders. "What happened Mista J?"

"A fathers's wrath is what's happening." He said as he pulled out his gun. "Did you enjoy it enough for this to be worth it?"

The thug stared at him with a sneer as he struggled against his commrads. "Why do you even care huh!? She's just a stupid girl! The Joker I know doesn't care about anything!!"

"You don't know me very well than Mr. Vanticus." Joker said. "I don't like people breaking my property!" He said as he aimed the gun at him.

"H-hey! C'mon man! It was just a little touchy feely I didn't even hurt her as much as I could have!" He pleaded as she glanced at Kinley helplessly.

"Oh yeah... and that just makes it allllll better doesn't it?" Joker asked pulling the safety off.

"C'mon! Forgive and forget? K-Kinley?" He glanced at her again. Kinley looked up at him with her mouth ajar, a look of disbelief on her face. "...burn in hell asshole.." She snapped and glared at him before looking away.

Joker laughed and shot the goon sending him flying onto the table behind him.

"Thank you Daddy." Kinley forced a smile as she moved over to him, hugging him softly.

"Hey what are fathers for right?" Joker said laughing.

She hunched slightly and looked down to the ground. "...can I have some pain pills? ...please?"

Joker thought a moment. "Don't think we have any... never use them." Joker said.

"...everything hurts so bad..." She mumbled and sat on the floor slowly.

"I know." Joker said simply.

"I got some." One of the thugs spoke up and moved over while pulling the pill bottle out of his pocket. "It's Vicodin, strongest stuff out there." He knelt down next to her and poured two of the pills into her hand.

"...Thank...you..." She blinked at him then looked at Joker for approval.

Joker sneered and turned away from them. He walked back over to his drawing table and sat down.

"Y-you don't need it right?" She asked him nervously.

"...not really..." He smiled and walked away.

She sighed softly then swallowed the pills.