Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter One: Milk...it does a body good. 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... ------------------------------------------------- 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... ----------------------------------------------------- "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! to be continued...