So, this is a little idea I had and I wanted to see if it was worth exploring. If there's interest in this I'll likely post a very smutty chapter 2 late tonight or sometime tomorrow.

PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS PEOPLE! This chapter is smut-free but the rest will not be. In future chapters expect dub-con (possibly non-con in the beginning), dom/sub, bdsm, slave/master, and who knows what else. No kinks are off limits for me so if that's not your thing you will not like this fic. This is dark!Hook all the way.

For those of you who read (and hated) my GoT crossover, don't worry. This story will be dark but not GoT level. That writing style is reserved for that fic alone. I will attempt to keep this Hook and Emma relatively in character, but please do keep in mind that this is a no curse AU which means Emma grew up a princess, not an orphan. Because of that she will not be a clone of Emma on the show. Hook, on the other hand, has lived basically the same life, so he will be the pirate we met in season 2 (assuming season 2 aired on HBO).

Chapter 1:

Bought

The fearsome Captain Hook, in all his masculine glory, lounged lazily on a royal bed eyeing the sleeping tiger just a few feet away.

"Good morning, Captain." said a sultry voice.

He rolled over to find his bedmate awake. "Morning, love. Did you sleep well?"

"Aye." the raven-haired girl said in a broken accent. Then she kissed him softly on the lips.

He tried to enjoy it, but with the previous night's rum out of his system he was finding it difficult. The woman's lips were lovely. They were large and supple, and he couldn't deny they felt good, but they weren't the lips he desired. They weren't the lips he mourned.

Eventually he pulled away and got up to dress. He had many things to do and wanted to be out Agraba by sundown. The girl said to him, "What kept you away so long?"

Hook rolled his eyes with his back to her and replied, "I'm a busy man, Jasmine. I have better things to do than bed bored princesses."

When he turned around, sliding his leather coat on, he was not surprised to see her pouting. Finally, with a huff she asked, "Why are you in Agraba this time? Selling more captives into slavery?"

"Not selling," he answered, popping the cork of his flask with his teeth and taking a heavy pull, "buying."

"You have a crew of slaves now?"

"Not a crew member. A bed slave."

At this Jasmine's eyes went wide, "Surely the infamously charming Captain Hook can find someone to share his bed willingly."

He laughed. It was more than true, but those women required affection and kindness. He wanted to give it to them but his heart was not the compassionate thing it had once been. It was a cruel, dark thing that would never allow him to love again. "I'm going on a long journey. It will last months. I'm afraid I can't go that long without having a woman."

"So get yourself a wife." she drawled, her accented voice dripping with sarcasm.

He laughed, "I don't want some shrew I have to appease day and night. I want something to put my cock in and nothing more." He looked down at her, the outline of her curves coated in the golden silk bedsheets. She would come with him if he asked her. She was beautiful. Stunning, in fact. And still, not what he desired. "I want a girl who will open her mouth when I tell her, and spread her legs when I demand it, and come at my command, and I want her to do it for no one but me. I want something that's mine. Something that no man or creature can take away from me. Something that will be there, waiting for me in my bed, every night, without exception. Not something I love, something I own."

Jasmine's expression had grown frightened at his confession. He had no doubt that his eyes were dark with serious purpose. He knew that the extent of the damage done to his soul was laid bare in that moment, and the princess was intelligent enough to be afraid.

He left the palace and headed straight to the slave market where Smee met him by an old establishment that specialized in bed slaves. They were taken to a room filled with beautiful mosaics and comfortable cushions seated around a small stage. Girls came out, one by one, each prettier than the last, but none suited him.

"No brunettes!" he barked, growing agitated. Deep down he knew the reason for his indecisiveness. He didn't want a slave. He wanted his love, but she was no longer an option. Hook reminded himself that what he was getting wasn't even a woman. It was a toy for him to play with. She would satisfy his physical needs on the lonely seas, and that would be all. He could use this girl for as long as he liked even abuse her if he chose (though he knew he wouldn't). The slaver then brought out a blonde, and then another. Four more followed and all were asked to leave. "Bloody hell, Majdi, is this all you've got?! I'm rather disappointed. I suppose I'll have to take me business elsewhere. Come, Smee!"

"No, no! Please wait!" Majdi pleaded in horribly broken English, "I have something else! Something very special."

The captain eyed him warily, "You do know the consequences of wasting my time?"

"Y-yes, Captain."

Hook nodded to the man who clapped his hands twice. Instantly two men entered the room dragging a struggling girl between them. He couldn't see her face. Her head was thrashing about, throwing her pale blonde hair every which way. The pirate couldn't help but laugh. Clapping his hands together in anticipation he said, "Now this is more like it!"

The two men threw the girl down to her knees and quickly attached her manacled hands to a hook which was hoisted up harshly, forcing her to stand. Hook stood, walking towards her with eager steps. She was beautiful, despite the fury in her green eyes, dressed in a red midriff top and billowy pants of the same color. He reached a hand out to touch her.

"This one you can't touch."

Hook felt stricken. He wanted desperately to stroke the porcelain skin of her cheek. "Why not?" he asked gruffly.

"I told you. She's special. A princess!"

Hook looked back at the girl in surprise. "Princess of what?"

Majdi laughed, "Does it matter? She's a slave now. Sold to me by a queen named Regina. I assumed I would sell her to a Sheik or king. She's a virgin. Never been touched by a man. Her cunt's as tight as her ass."

Hook smiled. A princess. He could have a princess service him like a whore every night. The thought thrilled him. She would be forced to fuck a dirty scoundrel. There was certainly no risk of either of them falling in love amidst such an arrangement. Women were always falling in love with him, but this one would want nothing from him. She would likely fight him at first. He cock grew stiff at the challenge. "I'll take her!" he said, excitement in his voice.

"But, Captain, she's very expensive."

"I'd imagine two chests of gold and jewels should do the trick. Aye?" He turned to the man who nodded eagerly. The two men dragged the girl away. She hadn't said a word, and a part of him longed to hear her say his name.

"She'll be bathed and waxed and dressed in whatever attire you wish."

Hook nodded, gesturing to Smee. "Good. I want her sent to my cabin as soon as possible."Just as Hook walked out the door her remembered, "Oh, and Majdi!" he said, "Put her in something red, from the Enchanted Forest. I want her to look like a princess when she gives her virtue to a dirty pirate."

"Yes, Captain."

And with that he left the establishment, happier than he'd been in ages. He had something wonderful to look forward to that night. The defiling of an innocent princess. He couldn't wait to watch the shame on her face as her resistance turned to wanton desperation, and then utter euphoric pleasure, all at the hands of a man she surely despised.

How could he have possibly known the journey that awaited them both...

Thanks for reading! Please review. The response will determine whether or not I continue but if I do it will be very soon.