INIMICUS JTJB
A Judge Turpin/Johanna fanfic by Severus Sortiarius
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to The respective owners but I like to venture into this playground...particularly when it comes to a certain actor's portrayal...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief, Character exploration, and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...This is not my first fanfic but it is the first featuring characters from Sweeney Todd...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
Paring: This is a Judge Turpin/Johanna Barker fanfiction. This is a relatively dark FanFiction not for HEA's, come on it's Sweeney Todd
{S/N: I am well aware of Turpin being a ruthless, lying, cheating, perverted rapist but he's played by Alan Rickman so...one could see the appeal as for Johanna she was always a screwed character from the get go, either she stays with Turpin who raised her as his ward or she get taken away by a stalker whom we cannot say is any better than the judge given his song about her so...better to leave her with the devil she knows. plus she's clearly an idiot choosing to runaway with a weirdo stalker instead of having a life of her own. Turpin is still a perv, there is nothing remotely noble about him aside from his willingness to have Johanna at any cost and thus includes duels for her "honor" to be honest I wanted to see if I could write a convincing villain.}
For the story purposes: Johanna is 15, (like in the musical) and Turpin is 42 years old. No I do not condone this type of behavior I am simply doing a character study so no getting your knickers in a twist. We all know Turpy is a twisted old man. {And yet, Alan plays him.}
Warning: Sexual Content, Strong Language, Instances of Rape/ Non-Con, Underage, Abuse, Torture, Imprisonment, Murder, It's as sick and depraved as I could envision it without making my own skin crawl.
Don't know how many people would enjoy this kind of thing but:
My Thanks To All My Readers and Reviewers-S.S.
Prologue: The Whimsical Air Of Entitlement
Turpin Estate, Boylstein, England...
Morning had arrived and Judge Haythem Roderick Turpin was loathe to greet it. The sun had been coming through the thick white drapes that decorated his large sturdy glass windows as he tossed in turned in the center of his large black four poster bed from the sun's offending rays. He rolled until he resolved himself to getting up. The judge stretched his long arms and even longer legs like a big lazy cat and scratched at the stubble that had grown over night on his face. His lengthy limp hair some where between white and dark silver had been an unkempt mess of sweaty strands as he sat up in bed.
He had a curious build for a man, undoubtedly well fed, with broad shoulders and remnants of his formerly thin frame. He had the rugged good looks of someone capable of a good deal of charm and the apparent aura of darkness and depravity that seemed to be in all the people of Victorian England as of late. His eyes like that of an eagle and his profile like that of Roman emperor. Industry was booming and the deep black coal soot was all around the grim faced citizens braved the rancid air a time or two to do their business going about as if the smell of burning anything mixed with sewage had not turned their stomachs.
Haythem Turpin had not liked mornings.
In fact he outright hated them.
He favored the night when people dropped their dreary masks of indifference and the hustle and bustle of the day beneath the sweltering sun that only seemed to drain the life out of people was long gone. The welcome glow of the moon giving rise to the ambitions and the darkness shielding the baser notions of man and woman in their respective depravity. It was always good to go out at night. One never knew what body would turn up battered and bloodied or when you could hear the sound of a whore applying her trade in the gritty cobblestone streets or the seedy alleys.
Haythem preferred the seedy alleys. He had found many a good bit of trim there. His baser nature in full swing on those nights. In the light of day he had been just another sun drained face with no air of mystery. The mystic of his persona reduced to the face of a man embittered by life and rotten to the core with municiple power at his disposal.
Like an Emperor or king he walked the streets with his head held high donning the most expensive and elegantly tailored suits of the day. His hats more profound, his golden lion's head tipped black cane quite the accessory when in the light of day. His power radiated off him in waves making the people lower themselves before him.
Yes, power had been quite a nifty little tool at his disposal. Of course he used it to acquire more wealth and the endless supply of trim to spend it on. It had been fifteen years since he had used his power in the light of day to orchestrate a brilliant and infallible way to obtain trim. The last being the wife of a lowly barber on fleet street. Barker. Benjamin Barker had been sentenced to life in prison for the sole purpose of getting him out of the way so that Haythem could have his way with the little street rat's wife.
Lucy had been her name.
Lucy Barker.
A beautiful rose with golden hair like wheat and unblemished pale flesh that had been like an angel's kiss pure in it's perception and oh so inviting. Try as he might, the judge couldn't bring himself to remember why he had lusted so strongly for the bony little thing. She had not been pure as his mind had made her out to be, she was a married woman after all and had already given birth to a child.
A child that he now had complete custody of.
A naturally easy thing to accomplish considering he presided over her placement and remains a legal court figure.
A child that had lived as his lawful ward for fifteen long years.
Given to bouts of temper and rebellion.
A child who had now become a teenager with developed breasts and curious notions that with the right provocation could turn out to be quite promising.
Yes.
Johanna was his ward and he had raised her from a baby if one calls hiring endless supplies of nannies and tutors to see to her welfare all while he went about with his routine of murder, sex, and drugs. It amazed him how he had still been able to pull it off and maintain the facade of giving a rats ass about "justice".
A laughable term if ever he heard one.
Haythem Turpin did not believe in "justice". He had been as soulless as the next beggar on the street beaten by cold and starvation. He believed in power and desire above all else. Carnal knowledge was all that consumed him to the point of having any interest in life at all. If not for good bouts of gratifying sex he'd never even proclaim to be among the living.
The Judge got out of bed, his bare feet touching the hardwood floor below. He had been completely naked as h, the made his way out into the hall. It was the weekend, there for the house was empty. No servants. No one coming by to speak of business. No cases. A sadistic little smile filed across Haythem's face.
No one home but himself and Johanna.
The judge quickly pulled on a pair of black trousers that littered his floor and made his way out the door of his bedroom. He entered the wide halls decorated with burgundy wall paper and every aspect of cherry wood that could be found. He made his way toward a particular door that had belonged to none other than his young ward, Johanna Barker.
Johanna's Room, Turpin Estate, Boylstien, England
The morning air had been cool against the exposed pale flesh of a 15 year old girl with lengthy yellow hair and sad blue eyes. She had been dreading this morning all week knowing full well what it would bring. She was the ward of Judge Turpin and knew very well that he had been a man of the world in every sense, a sinner among saints when compared to the expressionless faces of the people outside her bedroom window. At first she knew him to be a kind and generous man, taking her in when she had nothing buying her pretty dresses and comfortable shoes.
He had showered her with knowledge and affection going so far as to higher tutors to further her education. He allowed her into his private library when she had finished all the books in her own. He use to sit and read to her the various and vast collections of literature he amassed over the years. She use to sit in his lap in those days. A young girl with bountiful innocence believing the safest place in the world was in the arms of the man she had looked upon as a father.
She often called him "Papa".
He made no objections to it. Of course she had been a little girl then. A little girl too naive to know what he had in store for her as she sat patiently awaiting his visit. Johanna tossed and turned as she recalled when "the touching" started. She had been about eleven years old when Judge Turpin had come barging into her room after one of his many parties where he was completely drunk and out of his mind. He stumbled into her bed and like a good little girl she had been concerned for him.
All the good her concern got her was him drunkenly pinning her to the bed and rather violently to the mattress and parting her thighs without a single measure of consideration. She had begun to protest when he shoved his fingers into her most private of places and drowned out her tears with his hot booze scented mouth pressed heavily against hers. She was panicked and trying to get through to him when he made a comment about how she was putting up a fight "just like her whore mother."
It got the young woman's attention almost immediately. When she had asked him about her mother before hand he simply told her she was found abandoned on a street corner in the middle of a record breaking blizzard and it was his generosity alone that saved her from certain death. He told her he searched for her rightful parents within the confines of the law but no one came forward.
She didn't understand how her Papa, her protector could lie to her about something so important as her mother. The drunken escapade made him bold and she found herself being pinned to the bed while he kissed her in inappropriate places. He never removed his own clothes though, it seemed the one thing about the situation that had been in her favor. His unwillingness to remove his clothes meant that he still had some control over how drunk he was.
His fingers were another matter. She had not liked the sensation of the intrusion and she had not liked his large body forcing her down onto the bed nor did she like the way he kept trying to shove his tongue into her mouth. It had been a horrible experience, one that ended the mutual bond between them that she had come to rely on and plunged her into the darkness of his inner world. He was still yet to experience her but everything else had been on the table as far as his mind was concerned, he couldn't go back to the way thing were before when she had gotten his attention sexually.
Now she lay silent dreading the man's arrival with every fiber of her being. She knew he would come. Every weekend he came into her room always with the same intent.
Johanna didn't even bother to lift her head as Haythem Turpin entered her bedroom.
"Pretty little Rosebud." he said as he advanced into her room locking the door behind him.
She simply layed there was he climbed into bed with her. The weight of his body was wearing down on the springs of her mattress. She cringed hearing them squeak as he moved to hover his body over hers.
"Rosebud." said Haythem Turpin with a longing in his eyes.
He maneuvered until he was between her slender pale thighs. She layed there still not wishing to participate not that it mattered to him one way or the other. She felt him grip her thighs like so many times before. His strong fingers digging into her supple flesh. She closed her eyes not wishing to become apart of this.
"Did you miss me?" he asked in a low husky tone dripping with lust.
"No." said Johanna defiantly.
This earned a methodical chuckle from him.
He pinned her arms above her head at the wrists and thrust his still covered body between her slender thighs. She let out a whimper at the display of power but held her defiance. An admirable thing to do considering whom her mother had been.
"My pretty little Rosebud." said Haythem Turpin letting his tongue run along the side of her exposed pale neck. "A feisty little thing like you is worth the conquest...but I assure if you keep fighting I will punish you accordingly."
Johanna narrowed her blue eyes at him. She spit into his face in another blatant display of defiance. Haythem simply chuckled licking away the remnants of her saliva and captured her lips into a heated kiss where he bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She let out a small scream and he pinned her hands above her wrists with one hand while the other roamed the length of her youthful body.
She struggled against both his hold and his touch not wishing for either.
"I should punish you indefinitely." he said in a rather biting tone.
"Go ahead." she said still not over her defiant streak. "I'm just another one of your prisoners anyway."
"You insolent little child." said Haythem Turpin enraged. "Perhaps you should be one of my prisoners, maybe then you would appear grateful for my company."
"Anything is better than having to look at you." she said still defiant.
Enraged Haythem struck her across the face. With her face stinging from the force of the blow she continued to narrow her eyes at him in defiance.
"I suggest you watch your tongue." he said in a dangerous tone. "Provoking my darker nature is not going to be to your benefit in the future."
The tears trickled down her cheeks despite her apparent attempted at bravado. She had not intended to invoke his wrath. She just didn't want have to force herself to play along today, not when all their weekends wound up the same way.
"I think you've been disrespectful long enough." said Haythem Turpin.
He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her out of bed. He forced her down onto the floor and stood in front of her with his trousers undone.
"Earn my forgiveness." he said unbuttoning his trousers and reaching his hand inside.
Johanna had nearly forgotten how brutal Judge Turpin could be when his darkness came boiling to the surface. She fought back her pride and dropped down to her knees in her night gown before him.
"Of course." she said obediently. "F-Forgive me...Papa."
She looked up at him with innocent eyes hoping to soften his rage. Judge Turpin simply smirked his dark eyes flashing something even darker behind them as she took his newly freed cock into her mouth. He gripped her with a hard hand wrapping her lengthy yellow locks around his long powerful fingers.
"I'm going to let off in your disrespectful little mouth and you are going to swallow every drop of it." he said with the same dangerous tone. "Am I understood?"
Johanna did her best to reply with the despicable Judge's rather large member pushing passed her swollen pink lips.
The Judge let out a groan at the feel of her warm mouth. This was turning out to be a pleasant morning after all it seemed. He thought it a pity he had to force the issue when she would have looked so much more lovely complying freely.