Arianne
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Will and Elizabeth have married, but Will is bored, and Elizabeth's
thoughts turn to another man...Will has taken on a student in
swordfighting, Arianne, who is hopelessly in love with Will...might a
friend common to the trio help them all? (Rated R for possibly explicit
material) PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!
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Disclaimer--POTC is, of course, owned by Disney, but Arianne, her family,
her friends, and servants, are my own, so please don't steal them! Thank
you!
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Arianne woke to a beam of sunlight in her face and scowled. It was an obscenely gorgeous Monday morning, and it had taken her from the most wonderful dream of Will...*KNOCK, KNOCK* Her scowl got even deeper at the loud banging on her door, and she flung her legs off of the bed and got up to put on her dressing gown. More knocking, followed by jiggling of her doorhandle, made her glad she had learned to lock her door at night. Amos was really quite barbaric.
Fastening her gown tightly, she went to the door and unlocked it. The second she did, however, she was thrown back by the door flinging open. Amos, her older brother, stood there, fire in his eyes. "Why did you lock the door?" he asked softly, threateningly.
"I'm entitled to make myself decent before certain people decide to barge into my room!" she said, probably a little more angry than she should have been, for he advanced on her, his lips pursed so tight that they were very, very white. Swallowing in fright and more than a little anger, she drew herself upright and stood up to face him, determined not to show any fear, defiance sparking from her eyes.
Suddenly, he smiled, though it was very cold and didn't soften the anger in the hard lines of his admittedly handsome face. "What's the matter, little sister? Afraid I might beat you again?" With this he raised his hand, but she didn't flinch or even back away a step. "You're too bold, girl," he growled at her, even the sadistic smile vanishing from his face. He became very ugly indeed. Instead of slapping her openhanded, however, he punched her--hard--in the gut. She didn't even have time to brace herself, so he didn't even get the chance to notice how strong her abdomen had gotten. She wasn't sure she was glad of this, as that punch had definitely hurt quite a bit. It had hurt more than when Will had slapped her across the stomach with the flat of his sword. At this thought, she suddenly remembered why she even got up in the morning. He had said yes. He had agreed to teach her how to use the sword--although it took a little bit of talking into from Jack Sparrow, the pirate. Happy warmth suffused her at the thought of these lessons, which had been taking place for the past week every other day.
This warmth was quickly taken away, however, when Amos hauled her up roughly by her upper arms. "What were you smiling about, you little bitch?" he whispered, his face white with fury. "Did that one not hurt enough? How about some more?"
Knowing she was in for even more punishment if she didn't beg him to stop, she just couldn't let herself do it. She wouldn't beg him to stop. She had had enough of begging. Oh how she longed to mar those pretty features with his own sword, but this was the last thought that crossed her mind as Amos began to hit her again and again in the stomach...
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About when Arianne was getting beaten by her brother, Will was just waking up to Elizabeth. Sadly, he was waking up to her mumbling in her sleep to someone--he couldn't quite catch the name, but it was definitely NOT Will--about how fantastic they were. Disgusted, he climbed out of the bed. It wasn't really that she was thinking of another man and didn't want to be with him that bothered him--he didn't want to be with her anymore either--it was that she pretended she was still in love with him. He could always tell when she was lying, it was as obvious as the difference between night and day! The truth of the matter was, he was bored. The only really exciting thing about his day was when he was giving lessons to Arianne, and that was only every other day. Briefly, he thought about how Jack had talked him into taking her on, and wondered just what had happened to make Jack LIKE the girl so much. Or how they had met, for that matter. So far, Arianne hadn't said much at all to him except her name and how much she wished to learn the sword. Ah well, he'd get more out of her soon. After all, it had only been a week.
Elizabeth mumbled and moaned some more, and a wave of disgust made him curl his lip and wrinkle his nose at her as she slept. Really, he couldn't handle much more of this. It was making him quite ill. Sighing profoundly, he went down to the blacksmith's shop and wished that today were tomorrow, so he could at least have a lesson with Arianne. Really, she was quite lovely, he thought as he dressed and made his way down to the shop.
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Arianne lay in a heap on the floor, trying not to sob and make her very bruised abdomen hurt any more than it already did. She didn't know how long Amos had hit her, but it had seemed like a very, very long time. Before leaving, he had made her day even worse.
"Your father has finally found a suitor for you, dear sister," Amos had told her, an ugly sneer on his face. "Of course, Father hasn't told him about your consorting with the infamous Jack Sparrow and running around the docks wearing men's clothing. I fear that would drive everyone away. Except maybe that Will Turner, but he's already married, now, isn't he? You're a disgrace to this family's good name, and it will be wonderful to finally get rid of you, you little whore."
"I'm a disgrace?" she'd whispered around the pain, and before she could stop herself, she was screaming, "I'M the disgrace?! What of you, you sadistic bastard?! What of you?! You've beaten me since I was six years old! And that's saying nothing of any medium-sized animal that you--" and he had gone white with fury again and had kicked her nigh until senselessness.
Before he left, he had said joyfully, "You'll be meeting your suitor today, whore. I suggest you dress accordingly--" he had dropped a dress box on the floor, "--and make no mention or even a whimper of what transpired in here this morning. Don't think anyone that matters heard you. Father is out and Mother wouldn't dare defend you, she knows you're a disgrace as well. I also suggest that you pull yourself together so that wretched maid can help you dress." With this, he turned smartly, his cape flowing behind him, and she watched his perfect boots saunter out of the room and slam the door closed.
Now, she made herself stand up--and stand up straight--and she picked up the dress box, not really caring what was in it. She rang the bell, and almost immediately, Katie, the maid, entered her room, shutting the door behind her. "Yes, madam,"she said obediently, taking the dress box from Arianne's hands. Setting it down, Katie immediately went to work getting the petticoats and corset ready. Inwardly groaning, knowing how much that corset was going to hurt her already abused abdomen and ribs, and obediently took off her robe and nightgown, waiting for the torture to begin. Katie gasped as she caught sight of her mistress' state, but wisely said nothing--one never knew whether Amos was listening in or not--and immediately began to help Arianne dress. When the time came for the corset, Katie made to make it a little bit loose, but Arianne declined this small mercy.
"Katie, dear, make it tighter. The dress won't allow for anything lower than the tightest you can make it," she said aloud, not if she knew her father and brother. Katie looked as though she was about to protest, but Arianne held up her hand and grimly said, "Tighter." Katie obeyed, though it seemed to have pained her to do so. If she only knew the half of it, Arianne thought, fighting tears as the corset was pulled as tight as it would go without completely cutting off her air. Oh the bruises hurt, they hurt so much...but she didn't make a peep. Briefly she wondered if she should even go on her daily walk, it hurt so badly, and at this thought, the brilliant light of an idea popped into her mind. As the outer parts of the dress were put on her, she began to plan...
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Arianne woke to a beam of sunlight in her face and scowled. It was an obscenely gorgeous Monday morning, and it had taken her from the most wonderful dream of Will...*KNOCK, KNOCK* Her scowl got even deeper at the loud banging on her door, and she flung her legs off of the bed and got up to put on her dressing gown. More knocking, followed by jiggling of her doorhandle, made her glad she had learned to lock her door at night. Amos was really quite barbaric.
Fastening her gown tightly, she went to the door and unlocked it. The second she did, however, she was thrown back by the door flinging open. Amos, her older brother, stood there, fire in his eyes. "Why did you lock the door?" he asked softly, threateningly.
"I'm entitled to make myself decent before certain people decide to barge into my room!" she said, probably a little more angry than she should have been, for he advanced on her, his lips pursed so tight that they were very, very white. Swallowing in fright and more than a little anger, she drew herself upright and stood up to face him, determined not to show any fear, defiance sparking from her eyes.
Suddenly, he smiled, though it was very cold and didn't soften the anger in the hard lines of his admittedly handsome face. "What's the matter, little sister? Afraid I might beat you again?" With this he raised his hand, but she didn't flinch or even back away a step. "You're too bold, girl," he growled at her, even the sadistic smile vanishing from his face. He became very ugly indeed. Instead of slapping her openhanded, however, he punched her--hard--in the gut. She didn't even have time to brace herself, so he didn't even get the chance to notice how strong her abdomen had gotten. She wasn't sure she was glad of this, as that punch had definitely hurt quite a bit. It had hurt more than when Will had slapped her across the stomach with the flat of his sword. At this thought, she suddenly remembered why she even got up in the morning. He had said yes. He had agreed to teach her how to use the sword--although it took a little bit of talking into from Jack Sparrow, the pirate. Happy warmth suffused her at the thought of these lessons, which had been taking place for the past week every other day.
This warmth was quickly taken away, however, when Amos hauled her up roughly by her upper arms. "What were you smiling about, you little bitch?" he whispered, his face white with fury. "Did that one not hurt enough? How about some more?"
Knowing she was in for even more punishment if she didn't beg him to stop, she just couldn't let herself do it. She wouldn't beg him to stop. She had had enough of begging. Oh how she longed to mar those pretty features with his own sword, but this was the last thought that crossed her mind as Amos began to hit her again and again in the stomach...
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About when Arianne was getting beaten by her brother, Will was just waking up to Elizabeth. Sadly, he was waking up to her mumbling in her sleep to someone--he couldn't quite catch the name, but it was definitely NOT Will--about how fantastic they were. Disgusted, he climbed out of the bed. It wasn't really that she was thinking of another man and didn't want to be with him that bothered him--he didn't want to be with her anymore either--it was that she pretended she was still in love with him. He could always tell when she was lying, it was as obvious as the difference between night and day! The truth of the matter was, he was bored. The only really exciting thing about his day was when he was giving lessons to Arianne, and that was only every other day. Briefly, he thought about how Jack had talked him into taking her on, and wondered just what had happened to make Jack LIKE the girl so much. Or how they had met, for that matter. So far, Arianne hadn't said much at all to him except her name and how much she wished to learn the sword. Ah well, he'd get more out of her soon. After all, it had only been a week.
Elizabeth mumbled and moaned some more, and a wave of disgust made him curl his lip and wrinkle his nose at her as she slept. Really, he couldn't handle much more of this. It was making him quite ill. Sighing profoundly, he went down to the blacksmith's shop and wished that today were tomorrow, so he could at least have a lesson with Arianne. Really, she was quite lovely, he thought as he dressed and made his way down to the shop.
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Arianne lay in a heap on the floor, trying not to sob and make her very bruised abdomen hurt any more than it already did. She didn't know how long Amos had hit her, but it had seemed like a very, very long time. Before leaving, he had made her day even worse.
"Your father has finally found a suitor for you, dear sister," Amos had told her, an ugly sneer on his face. "Of course, Father hasn't told him about your consorting with the infamous Jack Sparrow and running around the docks wearing men's clothing. I fear that would drive everyone away. Except maybe that Will Turner, but he's already married, now, isn't he? You're a disgrace to this family's good name, and it will be wonderful to finally get rid of you, you little whore."
"I'm a disgrace?" she'd whispered around the pain, and before she could stop herself, she was screaming, "I'M the disgrace?! What of you, you sadistic bastard?! What of you?! You've beaten me since I was six years old! And that's saying nothing of any medium-sized animal that you--" and he had gone white with fury again and had kicked her nigh until senselessness.
Before he left, he had said joyfully, "You'll be meeting your suitor today, whore. I suggest you dress accordingly--" he had dropped a dress box on the floor, "--and make no mention or even a whimper of what transpired in here this morning. Don't think anyone that matters heard you. Father is out and Mother wouldn't dare defend you, she knows you're a disgrace as well. I also suggest that you pull yourself together so that wretched maid can help you dress." With this, he turned smartly, his cape flowing behind him, and she watched his perfect boots saunter out of the room and slam the door closed.
Now, she made herself stand up--and stand up straight--and she picked up the dress box, not really caring what was in it. She rang the bell, and almost immediately, Katie, the maid, entered her room, shutting the door behind her. "Yes, madam,"she said obediently, taking the dress box from Arianne's hands. Setting it down, Katie immediately went to work getting the petticoats and corset ready. Inwardly groaning, knowing how much that corset was going to hurt her already abused abdomen and ribs, and obediently took off her robe and nightgown, waiting for the torture to begin. Katie gasped as she caught sight of her mistress' state, but wisely said nothing--one never knew whether Amos was listening in or not--and immediately began to help Arianne dress. When the time came for the corset, Katie made to make it a little bit loose, but Arianne declined this small mercy.
"Katie, dear, make it tighter. The dress won't allow for anything lower than the tightest you can make it," she said aloud, not if she knew her father and brother. Katie looked as though she was about to protest, but Arianne held up her hand and grimly said, "Tighter." Katie obeyed, though it seemed to have pained her to do so. If she only knew the half of it, Arianne thought, fighting tears as the corset was pulled as tight as it would go without completely cutting off her air. Oh the bruises hurt, they hurt so much...but she didn't make a peep. Briefly she wondered if she should even go on her daily walk, it hurt so badly, and at this thought, the brilliant light of an idea popped into her mind. As the outer parts of the dress were put on her, she began to plan...
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