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When the news reports came in I thought the media was just trying to stir people up. But no, there she was on my screen leading the cops into a chase!

What the hell was Harley Quinn doing in Blüdhaven? More importantly, did she bring that psychotic boyfriend of hers? Those sons of bitches! I told them I needed more time!

“Charles darling, are you quite alright?” A concerned elderly voice asks as I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“FUCK!” I cry out, instinctively grabbing their wrist and pulling it off me.

“CHARLES! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?!” The voice screams as I’m snapped back to reality and realize I’m face to face with Madam Pascal, head of tonight’s charity event. I let go, my fear instantly replaced with regret.

“Madam Pascal! I’m so sorry! You… you just frightened me.” I sigh in relief as the rich dinosaur rubs her withered wrist.

“You can never be too careful with this one Charles! The old bird could probably sneak up on the Bat himself! Hahaha!!” Her husband Harold shouted, rejoining her wife from the bar.

“Oh Harold!” Madam Pascal chastised, taking offense to his rib. “That’s not funny! Charles, you nearly broke my wrist! What on earth has you in such a tiff?”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. I was just standing there, sweating in a suit that even Bruce Wayne would be jealous of. Thankfully Harold spoke on my behalf.

“Oh come off it Margret. The boy is trying to become the youngest mayor in our city’s history.” The old man polishes off his glass until it shined as bright as his head. “He’s a lion like the rest of us! Can’t blame a animal when the killer instinct takes hold! A man with ambitions is a man on the edge!”

I laugh half-heartedly as my eyes play ping pong between the two of them and the news on the tv. “Aha, thanks, Harold. And I’m sure I can count on your vote?”

“With the tax plan you’ve shown me, you have my vote and: let’s say, twenty to eight hundred dead relatives?” He winks, putting his arm around his still frazzled wife.

“Charles, you don’t look alright.” Madam Pascal points out. “Maybe you’ve overdone it and should head back home? I’m sure our ‘youngest mayor in history’ needs his rest as much as the rest of us.”

I try to get a word in before I’m again spoken for by Harold.

“Oh nonsense Margret! Come now Charles, you’re swimming with the big fish tonight! Everything is assured! Live a little!” The old codger insisted, pushing another drink in my face which I reluctantly take. He grabs another shot from a server and raises it up.

“To looking out for the right people.” He finishes before downing the contents of the glass in one gulp. I meanwhile splash mine over my shoulder and off the balcony.

Finally able to speak, I put on my best smile and let my charm do the work. “You’re a word smith Harold, but I think your wife has a point. I’ve gone a little too hard. Call it a young man’s inexperience. You two party animals go on. I wouldn’t want to slow you down. Madam Pascal, all the apologies in the world, have a great night.”

“Oh fine. I swear you and the new blood of today, can’t have a good time to save your life.” Harold chastises in good fun as he takes his wife and finally fucks off.

I breath a sigh of relief, finally able to hear myself think. My eyes fall once again on the television screen as the reporter solemnly informs us the clown girl had gotten away.

Useless fucks, every last one of them. And Gordon wonders why I’ll be pulling his funding with a smile on my face when I’m in charge? More green than a florist will ever see, and these college drop outs can’t find a bitch in a body suit!!!!!

I can feel my brain throbbing at this point. I need to get out of here for my sanity *and* safety. Until someone competent comes along and deals with her, it’s best for me to hang low.  I give word to my assistant to call for my chauffeur and meet them out front, looking over my shoulder all the while.

——

What if one day the devil knocked on your door and offered to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You’d turn him down, naturally. Deals that are too good to be true often are.

So you tell him no. There’s nothing he can offered that you can’t earn for yourself. And you hold your head high knowing your pride and soul are intact.

There’s just one problem.

A soul in this world is just a thirty ton collar keeping your face pressed into the dirt. Meanwhile the men who’ve use the holes in their chests as an extra wallet do all they can to keep you there. They dangle power and respect in front of you, and by the time you have it,  it’s worth nothing. You’re just another one of them.

Until one day you hear another knock at the door. It’s the devil, and he has the exact same deal for you. Everything you could ever want, with a few strings attached here and there.

What then?

——

I yell at my driver to pick up the pace if she wanted to keep her job. The sooner I’m off the streets, the sooner I can rest easy. Hell, who’s to say she’s even here to see me?

Look at me, scrounging around like some sort of cockroach. That’s what he wants isn’t it? He finds that funny. Well fuck that and the lipstick he wears. I will not crack under pressure from a bunch of freaks.

It’s then I lock eyes with the car phone. I have his number memorized at this point. If something were truly wrong, then I’d have heard. So what’s the harm in calling. If the two of us really are partners, then communication is key.

I begin to dial before changing my mind, making sure to close the window so the driver won’t here. Each ring echos through the limousine as I just sit there, waiting.

He waits until that last ring, but finally he picks up.

“Hello? Listen, if this is another call about my cars extended warranty, it’s going to ‘warrant’ a visit to your house WHERE I’LL CARVE A SMILE SO WIDE ON EVERY ONE OF YOUR FAMILY’S FACES THAT YOU’LL-“

“Joker…” I cut him off, unable to pretend to be in the mood for his shenanigans. “It’a Ford. To what do I owe the visit?”

“Charlie?? What are you doing up past your bed time?” He laughs while I just roll my eyes. For some reason he was always tickled by me being where I was at the age that I am. I’m 28, but to people like this, I might as well have been 4.

“It’s funny you ask, it’s actually your girlfriend. She’s in Blüdhaven.”

“What? A girl isn’t allowed a night on the town? You know Charlie, it’s statements like those that can get a politician like you in trouble!” Joker warns cracking himself up in the process.

“Funny. Cut the crap. Why are any of you in Blüdhaven? This close to election? When we’re this far ahead?” I continue, hoping I can remind him just how important all of this is

“Oh now, this is awkward… See Charlie, it’s funny enough that you called! It just so happens that the topic of “we” is exactly why Harley is here!”

My eyebrows raise. There’s a long pause in the phone call as I wait for him to explain, except he doesn’t.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry Charlie, it’s just… I’ve met someone.”

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about, clown?“ I lose my temper. What the hell was going on?

“It was a good plan between you and me, kid. We get in there and play the ultimate joke on all those old suits, hahahaa! It would have been great!” He laughs, almost sounding remorseful.

“Then what’s happening?” I yell. Gripping the cushions of the car seat.

“Weeeeell, it’s that old politician from Gotham. Scott Jackson? I think you two are familiar? Well guess what?! He just calls me out of the blue! You’d think he have a death wish, but instead me and him got to talking and.. well… you’re out”

“I’m WHAT?!”

“You’re done! Kaput! Our time together has ended! Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars! Sorry, squirt!”

“Wait wait wait.” I try to get him to stop. I’m overwhelmed with all of this information and don’t like one damn bit of it. “Scott Jackson? You can’t  be serious! The man is in the twilight of his career and his numbers are in the shitter. What do you think backing him will do?”

“I KNOW! Can you imagine the look on everyone’s faces when he wins? It’s going to be hysterical!!!”

“You crazy bastard! You’ll lose! All the money you’ve spent on me would be wasted!” I try my best to get him to listen to reason, but he’s seemingly no longer listening.

“Oh Charlie, poor Charlie. You’re not seeing the big picture here. All that support you have has to go somewhere once you’re gone.”

My blood runs cold. Once I’m what?

“Personally I would have just shot ya, but Jackson’s come up with an idea of his own. I’ll leave him to you now my dear. You know how I can’t stand talking to politicians!”

The window rolls down as my driver turns to look at me. It’s Harley Quinn herself, flashing that same sadistic smile she did on the news earlier tonight.

“You got it Mister J! Say night night Charlie!” She sings as she puts a mask over her face and the limbo is flooded with a strange gas. My eyelids soon turn heavy as I hear the both of them laughing. Those bastards. This couldn’t be happening

——

“Hey there! Hi there! Ho there! You’re as welcome as can be!~” the girlish voice sang as my vision slowly returned. But when I finally regained consciousness, there was no one there. The only thing to welcome me is the feeling of the drab air washing over my naked body and dozens of TVs stacked on one another.

Fucking bozos… They were screwing with me…

I feel dizzy. Like I’m strapped to one of those tilt-a-whirl rides at the Gotham Fair. I try to fling myself off this strange medical table beneath me, but “strapped” is the perfect word. I COULDN’T MOVE!

Those bastards! This couldn’t be happening! It couldn’t, but no matter how hard I pull the leather binds wont give. I was trapped, naked, and completely helpless.

“Joker! JOKER, WHERE ARE YOU!? Don’t play the fool! Jackson’s only going to let you down. The people are tired of him! Don’t lose sight of what we planned!” I wait for a response, for anyone to answer me, but I get nothing. I begin to lose my temper.

“HE’LL LOSE! DON’T YOU HEAR ME?! YOU’LL FUCKING LOSE!!!”

Just then, one of the TVs flicker to life, showing a single feminine foot. My stomach drops, knowing better than anyone that wasn’t just any picture.

As if on cue, every screen turned on. Each of them with their own photo from my private collection. Before I knew it, my vision was assaulted with my own shameful secret. My own little affair I’ve not been able to shake since I was a boy. The lustful obsession of women’s feet.

It started as a curious child’s hobby. A harmless candid of my teachers and friends here and there. Obviously when money and influence increased I had no need for a bunch of crass pictures, but for some reason I kept adding to it. There was never a reason to stop. If I had cared about morality, I wouldn’t have started in the first place.

My heart sinks as my brain tries to put the peaces together. How did they find this? How long have they had it? How did something like this fall into Jackson’s filthy hands?? Picture after picture swaps between the monitors as my body and mind continue to scream.

“Wowie!~ With all those piggies, someone would think you were watching the nature channel!” a familiar voice cackled from behind me, and it sure as hell wasn’t Joker.

Before I can try and negotiate, Harley crams what felt like a sock deep down my throat. I try to spit it back at her stupid grin, but she quickly wraps a thick layer of duck tape over my mouth and around my head. I could screamed every ounce of venom I wanted, but the gag would make sure all of it was unintelligible.

“Hey there Charlie! Up in the polls I see!~” she laughs at me as she pokes at my towering erection. I mumble back at her, hating myself for showing such weakness.

“What, Expecting Mister J? Hate to break it to you, but Puddin doesn’t have the time for nobodies. But don’t worry Charlie, you’re all mine now. I’m your babysitter!” She just leaned against the screens as she watched me try to escape.

“Awww what? Are you still mad at me and puddin for going back on out deal?” Harley pouts as she reaches out her hands and grabs my cock. “Sure doesn’t *feel* like your mad!~ Haha!!”

My entire body tenses as she grabs hold of my shaft and gives it a firm squeeze. All I’m able to do is scowl at her and try not to break, but she only looked back into my eyes as her grip gets tighter. I try to hold my reactions back, but between the pressure of her gloved palm and the images flashing behind her, I choke out a moan.

“See! You’re excited to be here!” She continues to tease, until she randomly releases my cock to flop onto my stomach. Her smile unnervingly flips to an unamused sneer. “Pervert!”

“MMMFFPPH!” I snarl at the sudden lose of touch. How dare she speak to me like that!

“Oh what, you’re not? Then how do explain this little ditty right here?” The clown girl asks, pointing to the tv on the bottom left. The one that showed off a delectable pair of toes painted in a mix of red and black.

Her smile gets wider as my blood runs cold. Thank the lord for the gag, because I had no way to explain myself.

“I spy with my little eye, a pair of nails that look awfully familiar! How’d you even score this one Charlie? Did you pay Frank? I bet you paid Frank didn’t you?!”

Harley continues to crack  herself up, meanwhile she had no idea how on point she was. The rats in Gotham will do just about anything for the right price. I can still remember the day I got word the mission was a success. I waited at my desk, with a drink in my hand and my cock in the other, just waiting. When the picture was finally sent, I had almost shot my load right then and there.

My train of thought was derailed by Quinn’s finger flicking at the engorged head of my member. I try and ignore her, to prove my will is stronger, but by the seventh my eyes start to cross.

“Wowzers! Do my little piggies get you *this* hard and achey? That’s a little sad isn’t it? I mean, my Puddin does love giving them a little tickle now and then… GASP! Maybe I can start selling pictures on the internet!~” Harley talked to herself while running her finger all around my cock.

I close my eyes in an attempt to block out everything, especially the sound of her annoying voice. No matter how hard I try, the attention to my privates and talk about her feet wormed their way into my mind. I could practically feel the blood rushing down to my penis at this point.

“Hey! Are you listening to me!?” Quinn asks, grabbing a handful of my balls to make sure. I let out an undignified yelp, fearing whatever she decided to do with them.

“Typical of all of you foot boys. Never listening until the toes are doing the talking huh?” She pulls a remote from her sleeve, clicking a big red button. “Ok Charlie! We’ll do it you’re way!”

Before I knew it, all the still images behind her were replaced by video feeds of the same pair of feet, her feet! Each screen played it’s own pre-recording of Harley Quinn’s perfect soles revealing themselves to the camera. Each depicted a different type of teasing motion. In one the clown girl was fanning her slim toes while in another she’s scrunch them just to see how many wrinkles she could make.

My mind feels like it was going to overdrive. My eyes shoot from one screen to the next eating up as much of the sight as I could. All the while the evil clown girl just laughed at the stupid look on my face.

“Aw what, too much? Hahahah! I figured since this is the closest you’ll ever get to my feet, you’d enjoy this more than one silly picture!” She continues to laugh, admiring her own handiwork. “What do you think Charlie? Aren’t they something?~”

I’m practically vibrating in my bonds. “Something” didn’t even begin to describe it. They were gorgeous! With her long arches and slight blush at the bottoms, I  could feel my hands trying to reach. Like that would have been possible.

“God, look at ya, Charlie! And you wanted be mayor? What a lark!” Quinn cackled, while I could only feel myself shrinking in front of her.

“No wonder Mr. J went with your buddy instead. Bet you would have been too busy drooling over footsie photos to even help in our plans. Ew, I can even picture it!!~”

“MMPPOHH!” I scream back in protest, but it only makes the fucking hyena laugh harder. I wanted her to shut up, to wipe that huge smile off her face, but I couldn’t do anything. All control had been stripped away from me and that had to be the worst torment of all of this.

“It’s a shame too… Because you’re such a cutie pie! Besides, it’s not like your buddy Jack is any less of a perv, except *he’s* obsessed with something else. If you know what I mean!~” Harley wiggles her eyebrows at me and teasingly runs her hands along her chest.

If my mouth wasn’t forced to be agape it would have been on the floor. This painted up psycho was touching herself right in front of me, yet I could barely tear my eyes away from the screens behind her. The way she wiggled her toes at the camera in if of them almost had me in a trance.

That when i feel Harley’s hands on me once again. Except this time she firmly sinks her fingers down onto my muscular body and wiggles them like mad. Despite that it was the last thing I wanted to do, I began to laugh. Howling into my gag as my body struggles for freedom.

“Hey! Are you really that much of a foot freak that you won’t even pay attention to my girls? RUDE! What, do you only want my feet? Well you aren’t getting them Charlie! So tickle tickle tickle!!!” She yells as her fingers attack every spot they can find.

“MPHAAH!MMHHGHAHPHH!” I howl on def ears, unable to do anything but wait for it to be over. My engorged member humiliatingly  flopping about as I try to get away.

“Awwww look who’s happy! Coochi coochi coo! Come on Charlie, what were you trying to be? Mayor of Giggle City? Pfahaha! If you’re not going to look at my tits, then I’m just going to play with yours!” And before I knew it her hands descend on my chest.

I scream the minute her fingers make contact. She rapidly flicks her digits over my nipples over and over again until I’m screaming. I have no idea what to do with myself or how to stop. Instead my laughed increases as my dick aches in the open air.

Not knowing what else to do, I give into her demands. I look at Quinn’s chest and nothing else as she works me over. I just stay locked onto her admittedly gorgeous breasts hoping she’d stop.

“See, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. You like’em a lot, don’t you Charlie?” I moan into my gag as he tickling becomes more sensual than torturous. “Want to know what other neat tricks I can do with them?”

She flashes me a predatory smile as she unzipped the back of her body suit and shimmies her upper body out of it. Free from the spandex, Harley’s massive chest spilled out, her nipples pink and hard. My eyes feel as they’re about to pop out of my head as I’m torn between two beautiful sights. Her hypnotic breasts swinging side to side or her delectable feet taunting me on every screen.

“Oooo, I think you like my titties too! Which do you want more? Pfff, like I even need to ask!” To my surprise she sinks herself down so my cock is squished between her breasts. “I bet you wish these were my feet choking your chicken, you silly foot boy, don’t you?!”

My eyes close shut as I feel the pressure between my legs. The pleasure alone making my thighs tremble, but it was her words that got me most. She was right. I hated her with every ounce of my being, but it was all true. As good as this felt, I wanted more!

My entire body shakes as I feel my balls retracting. She’s going yo make me cum! This bitch in face paint was going to make me lose control over myself! I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable, but it wouldn’t come! Worse yet, soon I couldn’t feel anything! All pressure was gone!

“MMMMMPH?!” My eyes open in dismay as I see Quinn staring back at me with a look of superiority. She bit her lower lip as she watched my aching member throb in it’s denial.

“Did you seriously think I was going to let you pop? As if!”

She couldn’t be serious! She could *NOT* be serious!!!”

“That’s one edgy for Charlie!~ You best keep count, because you need a hundred if you want to cum! Can you believe that was an order from Jackson’s wife? Hubba hubba! I think she’s got a crush on you.” She settles herself back down, my cock smushed between her breasts once again.

“BUT if you lose count,  we have to start aaaaaall over again! Sorry Charlie! Jackson’s orders!~”

“MRRRRPPPPPPPHHG!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I feel her bouncing on top of me once again.  Those bastards! All of these bastards!!! I feel myself on the verge again, only to be left there hanging like a dog.

“MMMMOOOPPHHHHH!!!!”

——

“Sir, you’re on in 10 minutes.” My campaign manager informs as they peak their head into my new office.

“Thanks Carly, how do i look?“ I ask earnestly, turning my whole body so she could get the full 360z

She just smiles. “You look like the new mayor of Blüdhaven sir, and the people are waiting to hear from you.”

“Heh, well they’ll have to wait just a few minutes longer. If you don’t mind I actually need to make a call. You know the wife is. Poor thing is gutted she couldn’t be here. Just stall for a bit, thank everyone twice if you have have to.”

Carly nods and does what I ask of her. Before the door closes I smile as I read my name on it, Scott Jackson. It had a lovely ring to it as the new mayor of Blüdhaven.

I wait a few moments to make sure she’s gone before reaching into my back pocket for my phone. Turning it on I see I missed a good few messages from Wendy. She seemed to be having the time of her life as her and Harley took to task on teasing and humiliating Charles day in and day out.

I wish I could say I felt sorry for him, but truth be told I couldn’t care less. The smug kid thought he was so smart, now look at him. Strapped naked with balls as blue as the ocean. If he had fallen in line maybe things would have been different.

I return the FaceTime call to Wendy and wait until her pretty face lit up the screen. She looked as eager as a child even though she had been playing for days now. It seems I’ve more than made up for that little affair she had caught me on.

“Hey honey! I just wanted to show you what me and Harley have been up too. Look!” She flips the view of the phone so it’s now facing Charles. He looks completely ridiculous, blind-founded and gagged with what looked like multiple footprints on him.

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing and congratulating them on their arts and crafts project. They seemingly had dipped their feet in paint and stepped on the poor fool repeatedly while he just moaned like an animal.

“What a sad sight.” I can’t stop myself from saying as the two women laugh. To think I was just going to have Charles killed when I took his place. I’m as amazed as I am frightened by my wife’s sadistic ideas.

I say goodbye to the three of them and let Harley know Joker should hearing from me very soon. Until then I told them to have fun while I was being sworn in. After hanging up I got myself prepared to walk out there.

My big moment.

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