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Title: Just Trust Me
Summary: Jack is captured after a disguise gone wrong, and taken to Port Royal for hanging. On the journey there he is raped and tortured. Once reaching Port Royal he is given a chance for a pardon if he can complete a quest for the king. Can James help him heal, and trust again?
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Jack Sparrow was aboard one of the navy's ships currently disguised as a naval officer. He was looking for valuable information regarding navy ship stationing, and any new reports of Spanish ships routes that he was sure the English ship would possess. He wandered closer to the captain's cabin when he was suddenly stopped. Another officer had intercepted his path and eyed him carefully saying "I've never seen you before, are you new?"
Jack thinking quickly answered "Yes actually I am. I was just heading off to speak with someone." He was a bit nervous as this was a weak statement from him, but the best he could come up with at the moment.
The man continued to eye him when he asked "Well nice to meet you, but what is your name?"
"My name is John Smith actually, and a pleasure to meet you sir." Jack thought that this should suffice, as it was always good to go with old standbys.
The officer wasn't buying it and smirked "You know its strange just meeting you now, especially since we haven't had any new faces on this ship a while, and I didn't see you at the officer's meeting last night, that was mandatory. "
Jack knew he was in trouble now. The officer removed his hat and which released his hair to fall back into its usual place, and pulled up his sleeve revealing his pirate brand and tattoo. He cursed loudly and remarked "Why does everyone always do that?" The officer called for assistance and the next thing Jack saw was black as he tumbled to the ground.
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Sitting up and rubbing his head Jack searched his surroundings. He was locked inside a cell with dim lighting. They had removed his disguise leaving him in his usually attire. Also, there was a bench behind him, which upon noticing he promptly hopped up to sit on. He was trying to come up with some sort of escape plan when he heard a rustling coming down the stairs. Looking in that direction he was rewarded with the sight of the captain and a few guards coming in his direction.
"Mr. Sparrow, you will be transported to Port Royal to hang for crimes of piracy. It's at least a two week journey, and that is if the weather is good. You will be kept in a cell that even you can't escape from, and by the way the trip won't be easy for you. This ship has its own way of punishing criminals." Contempt dripping from each word the captain gestured to the two guards and left.
The guards moved into the cell and grabbed both of Sparrow's arms. He was too deep in thought to pay much attention pondering what the captain meant. He was completely unprepared for the harsh shove that sent him flying forward and into the bars of the cell in front of the one he had been occupying. They then grabbed him again and moved him to another cell that was at the far end of the room. He looked into the cell and noticed the two cuffs hooked to the wall near the floor and was immediately alarmed. He tried to struggle, but it was a weak effort in the end. He ended up cuffed to the wall with his wrists bound securely to the wall while he sat on the cold floor. He glared daggers at the guards who smirked arrogantly. "What do say we show 'im what the captain was taking 'bout earlier, 'eh." the guard taller guard said in more of a statement than a question. Jack eyed them curiously looking for possible clues as to their next move.
"I'm always up for that." the shorter guard smirked venomously. They shared a look and then returned their eyes to Jack.
The taller guard stood up straighter and gave a command to the shorter guard. "You stand watch first."
"I always stand watch first, so no. This time I get to go first." The smaller guard was indignant.
"You lost the duel we had, so I get to go first." Knowing he lost the smaller guard grumbled away leaving the taller guard and Jack alone in the cell.
Jack's breathing was heavy as he waited nervously to see what was going to happen. The first guard smirked but said nothing, bending down to the pirate's level. The guard sat on his knees and looked him over for a second. Jack glared at the man and backed up until he was pressed up as far as he could go to the wall. The guard crawled up to him and grabbed his hair yanking on it hard. Jack let out a yelp and jumped slightly. The man smiled wickedly and began to undo both of their breeches. Realization hit him hard, and he attempted to kick his assailant, but had little success. His legs were pinned as the man began to molest him. He felt sickened and tried wiggle away from the touch. He was horrified at what was happening, but could think of no way to escape it.
By this point his pants were around his ankles and was preparing for the brutality to come. The guard stroked his own length until he was ready and then positioned himself at Jack's entrance. The pirates arched away when he felt the man's prick poke his hole, but was grabbed roughly to hold him still. He cried out and whimpered as the guard pushed in past his tight ring of muscles and continued going deeper. When the man reached half way he stopped and put his hands on the wall after pulling the pirate's legs around his back. Then he thrust harshly pushing himself the in the rest of the way, causing Jack to scream from the unimaginable pain.
Jack writhed and trembled from the pain, but refused to cry, although he felt close to tears. He was in more pain than he had ever experienced before. He winced and whimpered as the man began to thrust. He felt like he would split in two, and suddenly felt something rip. He screamed loudly this time, and was sure the crew up on deck heard him. Blood was pouring from the tear he had received and was beginning to form a puddle on the floor. He focused on a point on the wall waiting for the man to finish and for the pain to stop. Finally after an eternity, the man came inside him and pulled out, pulling up his breeches, and going to get the other guard who was up next to assault him.
He took a moment just to breathe. He relaxed his muscles, realizing how tense he was. Slumping against the wall he thought about just how tough this trip would be, and hoped someone would end his torment soon. His hope died a little as the shorter guard walked in with the same look on his face that the other guard originally wore. This experience proved to be very similar to the first. Finally, Jack passed out reveling in sweet unconsciousness.
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Jack was still in that cramped position chained to the wall. Several days had passed, each with its dose of torture. He was so sore and weak that he could barley move, and hoped that more time had passed than he had counted. He never thought he would hope for an execution, but it was what he held onto at this point. He had been raped repeatedly over the course of the last few days, along with enduring harsh beatings. His body had deep cuts littering it from the knives and swords of the crew when they grew bored or just wanted to hear him scream.
He heard footsteps headed his way and inwardly cringed. Three men appeared in front of his cell, and unlocked the door with the key stepping inside. They walked up to him and it went just like the days before. Pulling down his pants and theirs they started groping him. Then one shoved his dick into Jack's mouth while another one fucked his ass. Nothing unusual yet, so he gave in and was forced to pleasure them both. Then he screamed as well as he could since his mouth was full, as the third man's dick pushed in to join the other's in his ass. This was a completely new pain to him. Being raped was one thing, but being double penetrated was even worse. The pain he was going through was something no one in the world should have to experience, and he wouldn't wish it on his worse enemies. He tried to focus on something, anything to escape the pain, but never prevailed. After the three men finished they picked up and left Jack laying in his own blood and their juices. He lay there with his eyes closed panting, and this time he did cry. He had never felt so broken or humiliated before in his life.
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It had been a week since he was stashed in this cell chained to the wall. He was given no food and water every two days. He was starving and thirsty, and it only made him weaker. He wasn't sure he would even make it to the port at this rate. The familiar sound of footsteps reminded him bitterly of the drum roll at an execution. He didn't want to know what today held in store for him. The door to his cell was opened and two guards came in and released his restraints. Feeling his arms suddenly free after a week of having them tightly secured next to head was a painfully good sensation. However, he wasn't free to relish long as he was dragged to his feet and taken up onto the deck. His arrival was met with laughter from the crew and he looked around squinting in the bright light. He had not been in daylight in a week and so it was painful on his eyes. He noticed the captain holding a whip, and inwardly flinched.
They removed his shirt and tied him to a pole. The entire crew gathered around to witness the punishment. The first lash sliced his back and he stifled a cry. The lashed reigned down upon his back and he lost count of how many he received. He just tried to keep quiet to keep them from receiving the satisfaction, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not.
He never imagined being happy to be put back into that cell again, but after the whipping he received he practically rejoiced when he was returned to his chained position. He laid his head against the wall, and welcomed the darkness that came.
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They were to be arriving at the port soon he was told. He was exhausted already. The men were all taking any opportunity they had left to abuse him. He had been burned, cut, and raped non-stop almost all day. Worse yet, he was beginning to think that infection was taking its toll as he felt feverish and weaker than he had the entire trip. They had finally given him something small to eat, but he was still hungry. The next taker was coming and he prepared for the cruel treatment.
He heard someone call out Port Royal and silently exhaled knowing the trip was over. He would be executed soon and free of all the aches and pains littering his broken body. He wasn't even sure if could walk. The captain walked up to his cell and said "Time to go pirate."
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