A/N- PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU BEGIN THIS STORY! This was actually another fanfic I had written awhile back, but someone asked me to rewrite it with Joker. Challenge accepted, lol. Now let me begin by telling you guys, this story is dark. This. Story. Is. Dark. This story is not for the faint of heart. So, read at your own discretion and keep in mind it's purely a work of fiction. Sorry for the long-winded opening note, so with that being said, let's dive in shall we?

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ENJOY!

Lana Davila is my name. I'm a 21 year old struggling writer. I was the only child to parents whom died in a car accident 3 years ago. I didn't know any of my distant relatives, my parents were only children so I don't have aunts or uncles, and my grandparents have long been dead. So I came to New York from a small town in Virginia for a new start.

I am all alone in a big world, but I also have big dreams, as cliche as that sounds. But, I'm already not on the right path, I owe thousands of dollars in student loans, and the cost of living in New York is eating me alive. It's no wonder I found myself working for a sleazy escort company.

It's just sex, I told myself as I walked through the door of a house to meet my employer for the first time. I glanced around at some of the women, 6 inch stilettos, bad tans, long, acrylic french tip nails, complete with bleach blonde extensions, and bad boob jobs.

I suddenly felt extremely insecure, I wore my black hair in retro pin curls and wore a short dress with a garter belt and stockings, I have milky pale skin, small B cup breasts, and my nails are short and the black nail polish I was wearing was chipped and worn.

There was an older woman sitting at a desk, puffing a cigarette that must have noticed my distress, and strutted towards me. "Being different is a good thing, it will pay off eventually. Don't let these other girls intimidate you", she said with a gentle pat on my shoulder, then blew a cloud of smoke out, causing me to choke violently as the women around me giggled and popped their gum annoyingly.

From that first night on, I always kept a journal of my experiences and clientele and played amateur writer, maybe one day I will put these experiences in a book. Needless to say in this job you come across interesting people, sometimes with strange or downright weird fetishes. But if the price is right, we always do it, no matter how degrading or offensive the act may be.

Little did I know, I was about to have an experience to put all my previous ones to shame.

It was a cold and rainy night when Agatha, the escort company owner, called us in at 12 AM. And when I say "us", I mean myself and a group of 5 other women, the most eccentric of the company. She told us that there was a very powerful and rich customer that called and that he was asking a strange request, but the women that did as he asked, would be paid handsomely.

This of course, caught my attention. I had been working for this company two years now, and I was sure nothing could shock me anymore, and as I said, even if it did, if the price was right then I would do it anyways.

As it turns out, she picked us because this man has a certain "look" on a woman he goes for, and we were the only ones of the 500 that worked here that fit that description.

We all loaded into our limo to take us to this mystery man. All of the women, myself included, were inquisitive to see who we would be meeting. I was nervous even, which is something I haven't felt since the first night I tricked with a man.

We were taken to a flamboyant styled mansion in Gotham, which is less than an hour away, and noticed tons of other cars and limos with women pouring out of them.

Oh god, I hope this isn't an orgy, I just couldn't bear to do another one of those. However, they were all women, so if it were a lesbian orgy, I suppose that would be okay.

I wore my signature style, pin curls complete with a black dahlia in my hair, neatly tucked behind my ear, red lipstick, a short black corset dress that left little to the imagination with seamed stockings, and high heels. I felt particularly confident tonight, because this will be my first customer since I bought a pair of fake tits for myself.

I slowly walked through the open doors to the mansion and immediately noticed how fucking cold and dark it was. It were as if it were home to a vampire.

"Come in here", I heard a deep voice echo out, beckoning us to come in the other room.

A dim light suddenly clicked on, causing me to jump, a few other women jumping as well and gasping. It was so quiet and everyone seemed nervous.

I saw a man clothed in an open purple crocodile skin coat, black dress slacks, and leather boots, stand slowly from a ridiculous, fur chair, with a white cat in his arms. He pet the cat slowly as he glanced around at all of the women in the room, then he kissed the top of the cat's head and bent down to set it on the floor.

I looked around at all the women in the room, there must have been 100.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I recognized the man standing before us, it was none other than the infamous Joker, causing me to become flustered with fear and a sort of "star-struck-induced-arousal". Joker may be dangerous, but he is undeniably hot.

"This fucking room is chaos, all of you whores line up, now!", he demanded. The word whore didn't bother me...I mean, if the shoe fits...but it offended several women in the room, causing them to storm out. The rest of us "whores" obeyed and lined up, shoulder to shoulder.

He slowly walked up the line, stopping at a few of them. He aggressively tugged the ones he stopped at by their arms. "I specifically said no goddamned blondes. Get the fuck out of my house", he demanded, to which they quickly obliged, dwindling the remaining women in the room to about 50. I assumed his disdainful attitude with the blondes had to do with his recent nasty separation from his sweetheart and partner in crime, Harley Quinn.

He continued stalking back and forth like a lion and we were the prey.

"Take your clothes off", he said, and without a word, all the women began stripping down, myself included. I unlaced the strings of the corset slowly and noticed his eyes watching me, making me nervous that I would be one of the women he removed from the line next. My hands were shaking as I brushed the dress past my hips and let it fall to the floor, then my panties and bra, but leaving my stockings and garter belt on.

He walked up to me, slowly. My heart thudded in my chest each time I heard his booted feet hit the marble floor. This is it, I'm getting thrown out, I'm not as good looking as the other women here.

I closed my eyes tightly when he was inches away from me, but instead of him pulling me out of line, I felt his breath on my neck.

"I just adore your choice of attire", he whispered then pulled away. I blushed and sighed a breath of relief.

He went back to pacing up and down the line, checking each woman's body intently, and pulling more out of line.

"Put your clothes back on and leave", he instructed them. You can tell they were disappointed, some on the verge of tears.

"I like my women like porcelain dolls, flawless and immaculate", Joker informed us when they left. I guess that's why he made them leave. Some had only slight flaws or small scars, he must be strict with looks. I'm surprised I have made it this far.

"Turn around and touch your toes", he commanded.

This was strange, I wonder what was going to come next. My heart was racing, but then I felt Joker's nose press against my pussy as he inhaled deeply.

I held back a giggle and I blushed furiously.

When he walked back down the line to do the same to the other women, one of the women from my company, Anna, mouthed the words "What. The. Fuck" to me, while we contained our laughter. He certainly was strange, I have had men inspect me and want a woman to look a certain way in the past...but smell a certain way? That was odd. But he must stand by those rules because he pulled more women out of line for their "scent" than any other rule of his tonight.

"Stand up and turn around", he said after all the women pulled out of line this round left. I felt dizzy a moment, all the blood had rushed to my head. But I stabilized myself and waited for our next "orders".

"You may all put your clothes back on now", he said lowly.

After everyone shuffled around to put their clothes back on, although it didn't make much of a difference from being naked, due to our slutty clothing choices, he sat back in his leather chair.

"Now that I have weeded out the undesirables, we can get down to business", he spoke. "I want you to know, this won't be easy money for you. It might even be different than what you're used to, but these are the rules that will never be broken or bent by any of you...I want you to know that you are merely a whore that I will use and abuse at a whim..."

*Some women leave*

"...you will serve me, fuck me, cook for me, bathe me, feed me, let me watch you fuck each other, and cater to any of my desires...or you will be eliminated."

*more women leave*

"As you know now, I'm very particular about how I like my women to look, therefore, if you gain or lose weight, change your hair color, or bathe less than twice a day, if you don't wear makeup, or otherwise don't look perfect for me at all times, you will be eliminated", he explained.

Fuck, this man is tough as nails.

"I will hit you, spit on you, piss on you, cum on you, or desecrate your body as I see fit as a punishment or just for my amusement or sexual satisfaction, or you will be eliminated", he said, looking to each of us.

*more women left*

Joker stood again, pacing up to the small group of women that remained.

"When you say 'eliminated', what do you mean by that?", I dared to ask.

"I'm glad you asked. We are going to have a little contest of sorts. The 'winner' will be paid $1,000,000, and the losers get nothing", he said to me as he caressed my face.

I gulped, unsure of what to do. $1,000,000 is a lot of money, it's a life-changing amount of money, actually. It's a lot to gain. However, walking away from this situation with nothing is a lot to lose.

"Wait a minute, so we could fuck you for a week straight and walk away empty handed?!", a red headed woman beside me asked, sort of pissed off.

"Yes. But I'm sure a little whore like you could handle the honor of being fucked by a notorious, Gotham celebrity for a chance of a million dollars. Hundreds of women would do it for free. However, if you are opposed to this, you are free to leave and eliminate yourself at any point, you are not being forced here. If you or anyone else here doesn't like the rules, leave now", he said looking at us.

The red head beside me shut up, but another girl left.

"What are the rules of this 'contest'?", the red head asked.

"Follow my rules, understand you are nothing more than my slut, know that you are my property, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or fuck another man while you are here, stay in your uniform and wear your tags at all times..."

"Uniforms and tags?!", a woman yelled out.

Joker chuckled maniacally for a moment before he spoke again. "It seems that I have failed to mention the most fun part of the contest. Follow me", he said, wiping a tear from his eye then motioning with his finger for us to follow. We followed him down a long hall to a huge bedroom.

The bedroom was redesigned to resemble a dungeon, but a bedroom nonetheless. There were rows of beds with chains on them and their key on our nightstand if at any point we wanted to be released and leave, and a bag containing our uniform hanging over the bed.

I glanced at Anna, who still seemed to be on the verge of laughing, as she has the entire time we have been here. I however, was flabbergasted and in shock. I have yet to have a client this depraved, but I still didn't know the least of it.

"Get changed", he demanded, to which everyone found a bed and uniform and changed into it. They all fit perfectly, surprisingly. But then again, all the women in the room were practically clones of each other. The required uniform was a red skirt that didn't cover anything, and a red low cut crop top that said 'Daddy's Whore' in big, black letters, complete with ridiculously tall, red platform boots.

When I had my ridiculous, demeaning uniform on, I went to remove my garter belt and stockings, but once again, I felt him whisper in my ear "leave them on".

Joker stomped out of the room and returned with a little basket containing choker collars that had a piece where a leash could be attached.

He handed them to each of us and instructed us to put them on. I noticed that they were engraved reading "Property of Daddy". One of the women in the room had enough and threw it to the floor and left.

"...and then there were 13", he said watching her leave. "Will anyone else be joining her?", he asked, suddenly snapping his attention to us with a smirk.

Everyone shook their head.

"Good...Now, as you see, your collars say 'property of daddy' because that will be what you call me. If you call me J, Mister J, or try to be a complete smart ass and call me Joker, you will be eliminated", he said. Whoops, I have been mentally calling him Joker since I got here.

"Also, know that I can change rules or add rules at any point I choose, and you will be expected to follow them", he added.

"Line up again, my little whores", he said as he snapped.

We all quickly did as he said and awaited timidly for our next order.

He walked up to the first girl in line. "State your name and age followed by 'daddy'", he told her.

"M-my n-n-name is Mary and I'm 18, daddy", she stuttered out nervously.

"Good girl", he cooed, then pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Next girl in line was Anna. He stepped in front of her and looked at her expectantly. "My name is Anna and I'm 23, daddy", she spoke confidently.

"Good girl", 'daddy' repeated to her and kissed her as well.

He continued the same pattern down the line until he got to me.

"My name is Dahlia and I'm 21, daddy", I spoke to him. That is my 'working' name, Dahlia. Some say Elizabeth Short was a prostitute and I sort of mocked wearing the black dahlia, so it is just a name that I found fitting and tongue in cheek. More so now than ever seeing as if I'm tricking with a murderous, loon and if I get on his bad side, I very may well never be seen again.

Daddy smiled for the first time tonight and gently played with the dahlia in my hair. "Good girl, you're already in my favor", he said huskily and kissed me, rubbing his hands down my body as he did so. I felt a bolt of arousal course through my body as his hands caressed my breasts. That was a first. I have never been aroused by my client before. Even if I was attracted to them, something about the situation with me viewing it as a job killed any arousal I may have otherwise had.

I was left in a daze when he broke the kiss, and when I came back to my senses, I realized many of the women were glaring at me with envy, but I averted my eyes to daddy approaching the last girl in line, who's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. He waited a moment before he slapped her across the face, leaving a red hand print.

Her eyes shot open and she held her face that I could imagine was stinging. "I demand your full attention, bitch! Do not ever let that happen again. Disobedience will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?", he screamed while clutching a fistful of her hair.

"Yes", she said, nodding frantically.

"Yes, what?", he growled.

"Yes, daddy", she said, correcting herself.

With that, he spat in her face and spoke again. "Now state your name and age, whore", he demanded, and she quickly answered.

"Take off your tops", he demanded after she answered him as he rubbed a massive bulge in his pants. I'm not sure whether he got hard from kissing 13 women or because he just hit Amber...And I'm not sure I wanted to know. I just obeyed him and removed my top, baring my chest to him along with the other whores in the room.

He walked down the line, kissing and sucking each of our breasts, roughly. When he got to me, the arousal returned and I let out an involuntary moan.

My hands found their way to his green, slicked back hair as he moaned back against my erect nipple, and began to back me onto the bed, until I was lying down.

He alternated between biting and sucking harshly until my nipple was completely sore. The sorer it got, the more he seemed to get rougher.

"Y-you're hurting me", I gasped out, to which he laughed darkly against my breast.

"Good, I want to hurt you, and you haven't even yet to experience a fraction of the pain I will be bestowing upon you", he growled. I gulped nervously as the pain became a dull desire...he was hurting me and it was turning me on.

He bit harshly down my body and stopped right where I needed him most. I whimpered, but he simply ignored me and pulled himself off of my body and then pulled me up by my hair.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, then focused on one girl...Amber. He gripped her hair with his fist, as he was doing with mine, and led us each to our beds, retrieving a leash that was under them and attaching it to our collars.

The leash was dreadfully heavy, but that didn't keep him from pulling it and dragging us around the room by it.

Once he felt we were accustomed to wearing them and the weight of it, he instructed Amber and myself to get on our hands and knees, then led us out of the room, down the dark hall, up some stairs, and to his bedroom. And let me say, it's not an easy task to crawl across a cold, hard floor for that long whilst someone is pulling you by something as sensitive as your neck.

He opened the door slowly and plopped down on a huge bed with dark purple satin sheets, leaving us on the floor, but he was still gripping our leashes.

"Undress each other", he said lowly as he rubbed his hand over his hardness again, still not exposing it. It disappointed me, I was becoming very curious. He stopped rubbing himself and watched Amber and I very intently as we removed the other's skirt and boots.

He dropped both of our leashes simultaneously then leaped out of bed, returning a moment later with a riding crop, two gags, and a long rope, dropping them on the bed as he stood over us, grabbing our leashes once again.

He positioned us so that I was facing Amber at an uncomfortably close position then smirked down at us menacingly. "I want you whores to hurt each other", daddy said.

Our heads snapped towards him, with our eyes widening.

"Now, before either of you protest, I should inform you that you will be punished severely and then eliminated if you don't do exactly what I say, right now. This will be the only time I give you a warning", he threatened.

Amber looked at me and I shrugged. We gently pushed each other repeatedly, then Daddy scoffed.

"Enough with this shit, Dahlia, slap the whore out of this stupid bitch's mouth!", he demanded, angrily.

I can't refuse his demands, so I slapped her, but I was fully aware to what he was doing, he was trying to make her jealous because he referred to her as the bitch and told me to slap her, which in turn will make her hit me back aggressively.

His little plan worked because as soon as she recovered from the initial shock of being hit, her face turned red with anger and she slapped me back, with as much force as she could.

What a bitch, at least I held back.

Well, not this time I won't, so I slapped her again.

With that, it turned into a full-on fight, punches and slaps being thrown, hair being pulled, us scratching each other, all while he watched over us, enjoying that he got what he wanted.

"Now, now, little girls, play nicely", he cooed, mockingly.

"Kiss each other and make up", he added, leaning forward with intent interest.

We glared at each other, not moving, then Daddy chuckled. "I'm sorry I made that sound like more of a request, but you kiss each other now and make up!", he screamed.

We rolled our eyes and pressed our lips together, quickly.

"Tsk, tsk. That was more of a 'hello' kiss, not an 'I'm sorry' kiss", Daddy laughed darkly. "Do it again, properly", he added.

What the hell, I thought. I'm not going to let this bitch get in the way of a million dollars...So I grabbed either side of her face and pulled her to me. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and massaged and ravaged it's orifice. I began rubbing her face as I shoved my tongue at the back of her throat, then retreated from her mouth, giving her bottom lip a quick bite as I pulled away.

"Come to me, Dahlia", Daddy said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting his lap. I began to stand and he stopped me. "Aah, aah, crawl to me, my little sex kitten", he said, giving my leash a firm tug.

I crawled over to him, slowly, then pulled myself up to his lap.

He rubbed my head soothingly, then kissed me. "Good girl, Dahlia, you will make it far here", he said while glaring at Amber.

Without warning, he pushed me off of him, to the floor, roughly.

"Amber, face down ass up, hands behind your back, now", he demanded, retrieving the rope and proceeding to tie her hands that were behind her back. I could imagine that being extremely uncomfortable.

"Dahlia, get on top of her, face down ass up", he said, now turning to me. I quickly did as he said, then my hands were pulled behind my back, being tied to Amber's, and lastly the rope was knotted around both of our bodies, tying us together in this awkward position.

Once we were settled, he took the gag and fastened it around our heads, then took the riding crop and rubbed it against our pussies and ass. I was so turned on, I let out little moans, that were muffled by my gag, and began squirming around.

Just then, I felt a slap to my ass from the leather riding crop and yelped out against my gag. I heard another smack, this time it was to Amber and she yelped out as well.

Each smack he delivered became harder than the last, and I never knew where he was going to hit. He slapped it on my ass, thighs, back, and alternated between me and Amber.

My yelps of pain and agony soon became me moaning from the stinging sensation.

Daddy removed our gags, "I want to hear you scream", he said, throwing them aside.

He scurried away from our view, but returned with a leather whip. It was intimidating to say the least. He walked in a circle around us, then without warning, cracked the whip against the floor next to us, causing us to jump and scream.

He laughed darkly. "Awww, are you whores afraid?", he cooed whilst gently trailing the whip down my back.

I prepared myself and stiffened up, quite sure he was about to hit me with the whip...and I was right. I heard it crack then felt a stinging jolt of pain across my back and I could feel that I was bleeding. I screamed out a bloodcurdling scream and began to cry.

"Shut the fuck up!", he screamed and back handed me across my face.

I bit my bottom lip to muffle my sobbing then buried my face in Amber's hair.

I felt him roughly grip my curls then pull my head up so I was face to face with him, who was squatting down to my level.

He contorted his face as if he were crying and rubbed his eyes. "Oh boo hoo", he mocked, then laughed loudly and slapped me again.

He grabbed his whip and began thrashing both Amber and I, repeatedly, until he was sweating and gasping for breath. When the beating stopped, I opened my eyes and saw he was still hard, and had a wet spot on his crotch as if he ejaculated while beating us.

What a sadistic fucker...I didn't know how or why, but I liked it and thoroughly got off on his administrations.

He laid back on the bed for a few minutes then sat up to untie us and pulled us by our leashes back to our room.

We made our way to bed and the other women in the room gasped at our appearance.

While Amber fell in a heap to her bed and began crying, I laid back hot and bothered. I was disappointed we didn't get any penetration after that arousing ordeal...but maybe that's all a part of "daddy's game".

He walked to each bed, connecting us to a thick chain, roughly.

"Lights out, my little sex kittens", he said loudly and turned our dim light off, leaving us in complete darkness.

But this was still only the beginning.

A/N- Positive or negative feedback is always appreciated, comment, comment, comment!