OK, that took some time... But thanks to the vacations I finally finished it :)

Just warning there are sexual and violence themes, so if you have a problem with it don't read it.

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Vices and Virtues

Chastity:

Esmeralda found herself again in the empty bedroom. She heard how the servant who had just escorted her closed and locked the door behind. The gypsy was for one more time alone in the room which was giving her only horror and disgust. She stood up for a while at the center of it, not moving, sunken in her thoughts. She snapped out of it as shivers of cold ran all over her skin. She automatically surrounded her hands around her body and looked around. At the one end of the bed she found a small blanket that would serve in keeping her warm. She went to it and after a moment of hesitation she took it and covered her back and arms with it. She looked at the door. There was this feeling in her stomach that every moment the judge would appear there and strip her bare again.

The gypsy sighed and automatically walked to the window. Outside was a chilly day, but the sun was bright in the sky. All people seemed somewhat happy and occupied in their daily routines. They all looked peaceful...busy- completely forgotten all about the gypsies and Esmeralda. The girl noticed that despite of all the effort of the judge to chase every gypsy from the town, there was quite a few that could be seen from her viewpoint. Some of them were begging, others were making tricks… but they had also forgotten the events that had happened just yesterday. Esmeralda sighed. It seemed that life had continued without missing her at all. An involuntary tear slipped to her cheek as the girl knelt and continued to watch numbly the outside view. She was there, up in the locked room, where her only participation in life was observing others' lives. Without giving it much thought her mind involuntary wondered whether Quasimodo had felt the same way when he was at the bell tower of Notre Dame all these years.

Quasimodo. Her mind roughly snapped out from the drifting stage. Esmeralda felt pain in her chest as she realized that just now she had thought of him. Surely she included him when she was thinking that she would never see her friends, but she had not really thought of him. She felt guilt and shame because of that. The hunchback had been treating her only with kindness and she refused to believe that she was so ungrateful to that person. Indeed, he had helped her in many hard times and for the first time since a couple of days she seriously wondered what had happened to him. She had completely forgotten him when pleading for the freedom of the gypsies and Phoebus, and she had no idea what Frollo had done to him. For a moment she paused in those thoughts, making herself feeling guiltier and more depressed. Some time passed in that manner as she finally came to the conclusion that beating herself up for him would not do any good to neither of them. Anyway, she could not get the information of what had happened to him right away so she needed to postpone it when the judge comes back. That thought made her resent herself for even thinking it. Of course she did not want to see the minister ever again, but that was hardly possible. She wondered what time he was usually coming home. She shook her head in frustration. The image of him was making her sick and she decided that it was best to avoid any thoughts about him.

But the boredom was getting greater as the minutes passed and she was all alone in that dreadful place. She stood up from the floor near the window and walked her legs around the room. Her whole body was hurting from the constant sitting and she was still cold so she surrounded the blanket closer around her shoulders. She involuntary advanced towards the bed, but immediately changed her mind, thinking that that was a bad idea and directed to the wall with shelves. They were all full of various books from different sizes, colors and time. She traced her fingers to the row in front of her face. All books seemed not used for a long time as the gypsy gathered the dust from them on her fingertips. But as she went on one of the books had no dust on it at all. She put her finger on it and paused. Then she roughly grabbed it pulling it out from the shelf. The book was not much bigger than her hand and nothing was written on its cover as it was just a leather black one. She opened it and stared at the symbols. She certainly was not illiterate, as most people considered the gypsies, but that book was written in unknown for her language. As she went over the pages she saw a picture of a cross on one page so she presumed that that was some kind of catholic prayer book written in Latin. Even though she could not understand it she spent a few more minutes looking at the pages. Her attention stopped at one page which was all covered up with the unknown words, as one of those words was circled with an ink over it. She stared at the word, trying to read it:

"Castitas*," she whispered then after another pause she rigidly closed the book and put it back on its place.

The lonely girl went through other books as well. She presumed that not all of them were Christian, but there were also judicial, law, historical and science readings. They were all written in Latin so the girl did not have better success with them. Most of the dust from the books was removed by the time she got bored in taking them from the shelves and looking at them without any understanding.

It had been passed more than four hours and her stomach was starting to hurt from hunger again. She had satisfied it during breakfast, but as she had not had the chance to finish her eating she quickly felt the starving pain again. For a moment she regretted that she had not succeeded to keep her mouth shut so she could have eatten more in the morning, but she instantly scolded herself for the thought. She walked around the room (she had forgotten for which time now), as she fixed her eyes to the full with documents desk. Everything there looked abandoned from quite some time as well. She quickly got bored as she saw the unfamiliar Latin words and for a moment her mind wondered what is the point to know how to read if everything was written in a different language? She shook her head in frustration as she walked again the room. This time her attention stopped near the fireplace, which was not lighted. Almost instantly a knock on the door was heard, as the old servant unlocked the door and the younger one from the morning entered with a tray that she placed on a small table in front of the bed. She bowed silently and advanced to the exit. Paulette did the same as she automatically said:

"If that is convenient with you, miss, I shall come after an hour to take the tray."

Esmeralda just nodded in agreement and without any more words the two servants left the room. The gypsy almost instantly took the tray as she sat on the carpet next to the little table, placing the food on the floor next to her. She hungrily started eating some of the bread and the soup from it as her stare remained on the cold fireplace and the big, black metal cross above it. Shivers ran all over her as she looked at it and she wondered how she had not noticed it before.

She had been in the cathedral of Notre Dame a few times but the crosses there were looking welcoming and blessed. The one above the fireplace however did not inspire the same feelings in the girl. As she stared at the crossed metal hanged on the cold, stone wall she became more and more convinced that it was not welcoming her. Still she could not break up her eyes from the freezing view.

IT WAS already dark when Frollo reached his home. He slammed the front door and entered the lighted with candles house. Not long after that the older servant Paulette and the younger one appeared in front of him, respectfully bowing their heads, ready to be ordered something if needed. The judge looked at them automatically and advanced a few steps towards the stairs. He had a tired and angry expression. The servants knew by the appearance of their master that he must have not had a pleasant day and his rage was most likely still with him. They were both trying to avoid eye contact and not to give him any reasons to spill out his anger upon them. He stared at the top of the stairs thoughtfully then he turned coldly towards the two women:

"Has she given you any trouble," the judge asked with his usual low voice.

"No, sir," silently Paulette replied.

"Did you give her food," he continued after a pause.

"Yes, sir," the old servant said as she slightly nodded her head in agreement, "as you ordered."

"Did you make sure to stay locked?"

"Of course, sir."

"Good," the minister drawled after another pause. "Return me the key now and you both may retire for the night."

The servant did as told, and after they respectfully bowed they observed as their master climbed up the stairs and disappeared from their views.

"The poor girl," the younger woman whispered to the other one who was still with her head down. "What do you think he will do to the gypsy," she asked as she looked at Paulette.

"That is none of my business," the older servant said indignantly. "And surely it is none of your concern as well. Young miss, I am warning you to watch your tongue," the woman scolded, "…to slander the minister may do you more than just kicking you out on the street."

"Of course, madam, please forgive my ignorance," the younger servant said embarrassed, pointing her head down.

The two women heard some noises coming from upstairs and they both decided that was time to retire in their rooms. They walked in silence and separated without saying a thing, both of them consumed in their own concerns, but too afraid to share them out loudly.

FROLLO hastily walked to the door of his room and automatically put the key in the locker. Esmeralda's heart tightened as she heard the noise of unlocking. The servants had brought her lunch and dinner during the day, but now she doubted that this was them. She was sitting on the floor as her eyes intensely got fixed towards the exit. The judge entered inside as he roughly pushed the door, which made the gypsy to startle and immediately jump up on her feet. Frollo looked at her impatiently and without moving his eyes from her he slammed the door behind him. The girl closed her eyes in reflex, as her head sunk with fear in her shoulders. As the judge carelessly tossed aside his hat he ran to her with incredible anger which made the gypsy shiver.

All day she knew that this moment would come and she just hoped to have enough courage to oppose him. But now when he grabbed her and forced his tongue inside of her she sadly realized how helpless she was in his presence. He thirsted himself deeper in her mouth, digging his fingers harder into her skin and passionately tried to suck all the moist that she had. He suddenly pulled himself from her as his hand slid to her back and ran through her hair. Frollo gazed at her with disgust, grabbing her dark curls and harshly pulling them down. From the pain her head bent backwards making her face the ceiling. The judge again paused. His entire expression was composed of combination between wrath, fatigue, lust and irritation. He traced with the fingers of his free hand her moistened lips, sliding down to her chin, neck and the collar of her prison robe. He again leaned to her, as his lips pressed onto hers. She felt his yearning tongue and teeth going around her lips and skin as they followed the same direction as his fingers did. He sunk his head beneath hers, into her dark skin, still pulling her hair and head backwards. She could feel the moist that he was leaving all over her. She tried to protest, but the judge snapped out of his thrill, roughly clutching her shoulders. He looked at her green eyes that were now lit up disgust and hatred.

"You are causing me too much trouble," he drawled abhorrently, curling up his lips.

Another pause followed as they watch each other intensely. Then, all of a sudden he clawed into her skin and severely dragged her and pushed her to the nearest wall. She held her breath with panic as she saw his face coming closer to hers. He made another half kiss and continued with spite:

"If I had burnt the vermin that I spared, I would have saved myself a lot of annoyance," he breathed heavily in front of her face. "But witch like you will not give me any peace, will you," he smirked and tasted her lips again.

She remained silent, trying her best to escape him. His hands slid to her breasts as he started lustfully exploring them. Esmeralda turned her face aside with disgust. He harshly clutched her chin with his fingers and coldly sneered into her ear:

"Today in the Palace of Justice a gypsy was blamed to have stolen money. Right from the morning the devil starts his work," he hissed.

Esmeralda looked at him confused:

"What are you talking about," she barely produced between the grip of the minister over her face, but succeeded to sound repulsed. He breathed in, and as his eyes enlarged he said coldly:

"What I am talking about is that another demon of yours has robbed a righteous citizen and today I had to deal with it." He curled up his lips: "But hopefully the pillory would teach him a lesson."

The girl looked at him indignantly and disgusted:

"You demon…" she could not finish her sentence as the judge squeezed her tighter and she seized with pain.

"The only demon here is you and your kind," he said viciously. He paused and looked at her, and then he broke the silence: "Another gypsy was convicted of attacking a soldier," he sneered with pleasure. "Tomorrow she would be hanged at the gallows along with another of your kind that committed the crime of prostitution."

Esmeralda's eyes filled up with tears:

"Monster," she whispered.

He grinned and kissed her deeply as his hands went lower to her waist and hips. She felt his fingers running all over her, through the robe, as now they were on her inner thighs and started going up. She tightened up her legs together, but that just made him push between them harder. He lustfully rubbed his hand between her legs as he roughly lifted her up above the ground.

"Whore, as you should be burning as well," he drawled nastily as he hit her head on the stone wall and he thirsted his lips into her dark skin. Esmeralda whimpered in pain, which made Frollo even more ecstatic. He was again starting to lose his self- control.

"How dare you…" she tried to protest but that resulted in another painful hit to the wall.

"I shall tell you how I dare, little witch," he shouted as he harshly dropped her and grabbed again her face with his cold fingers. "Thanks to you I let the vermin of Paris go free and now they are sneaking back to the city. This afternoon they tried to get back by the river and by the time I arrived, there was an entire riot happening! It took hours to the guards to take over the situation."

Esmeralda's eyes again filled up with tears. Her mind was rapidly wondering and worrying about the gypsies that had tried to return- who were they, how many of them were hurt- all questions were blending in with horror in her head. The judge viciously smiled, enjoying her suffering.

"Yes, Esmeralda, I ordered the soldiers to kill everyone they caught," he coldly drawled as he was guessing her thoughts. "And the same fate shall follow everyone that would like to follow their example," he grinned.

"Don't you have any conscious," the girl cried out in disgust.

"The only think that I regret is that I let some of them escape me," he replied as he coldly stared at her.

After another pause he pinned her shoulders and made another kiss. Her entire back was hurting from the force that he was putting her through. Frollo pressed himself into her as her numb body felt his arousing member. She made another hopeless try to oppose him, starting fighting him violently. Frollo was losing more and more of his patience as her rebellious body was interfering with his intentions. She was aggressively moving in all directions as her hands were doing their best to protect her body from his touches. With rage he pulled her from the wall and with incredible force the girl found herself thrown on the bed. She felt as the cover of the bed was suddenly taken from beneath her and tossed aside. Before she could do anything at all the judge jumped over her as his body prevented her from any further moves. He impatiently grabbed the collar of her robe and roughly started pulling it off her breasts. The judge felt the familiar aching pain between his legs as he torn the old cloth from her upper body. She was still resisting, but that didn't matter anymore- he was determined to have her now.

"Don't you have any soul," she cried out in desperation. "You will BURN IN HELL FOR THIS!" she yelled contemptuously.

Frollo reached her face and as he coldly looked at her he said viciously:

"I already do."

After a pause his hands renewed their work as he torn down the rest of the robe from her violently moving legs and threw it aside. Esmeralda's hands automatically went over her breasts, as she tried to cover her completely naked body from the yearning stare of the minister. He surrounded her with his legs, keeping her body under control, as he lifted himself above her, standing on his knees. He was still impatiently looking all over her as he quickly took off his judicial robe, remaining only with his black pants underneath it. He was breathing heavily; he could sense his wild heartbeat beneath his chest and the yearning pain between his legs. He desperately needed to relieve it and he needed it now.

Esmeralda with horror saw the swelling in his pants and renewed her struggling. It was pointless as the judge laid his body over her again, restricting any further resist. She did not give up as her head was thrown back at the pillow and she was desperately fighting back with all her strength. Tears and cries of despair filled up the dark space. Frollo did not care for it, now he did not care for anything except his desire that was growing with every moment. He was inhaling heavily air; his whole body was shaking with excitement- all these made him feel as he would finish before even he have started. He took her knees in his hands and harshly pushed them aside as he opened up her legs to place himself between them. He climbed to her face, rubbing her entire naked body on the way. He changed his mind, as one of his hands went back down, as he pulled down his pants. He roughly grabbed her wrists and pinned them near her head. She was still struggling, but it was pointless. Frollo lifted himself a little bit and thirsted his throbbing member into her. She was hard. She had tightened herself up as much as she could, but the judge forced himself harder. Influx of air filled up his lungs as his entire body was shaking with ecstasy. He moaned heavily as he started moving into her. He had completely given in the never before committed sin of flesh. He had lost all senses of reality and was violently going deeper and deeper into her. That was what he had always feared what he had always despised- he was more than weak, now his entire mind was begging for more and more of the never experienced sinful pleasure.

He snapped out of his ecstasy, startling up as he realized that Esmeralda was screaming on the top of her lungs. He automatically lifted his hand and harshly slapped her through the face, pressing his hand over her mouth:

"Shut up, you witch," he sneered between his teeth.

Suddenly, he realized that his whole hand was wet by her tears. She was still sobbing. He roughly pulled out of her and lifted himself above her. He stared at the tortured gypsy, who was now silently crying. He looked down inadvertently and paused numbly. His manhood and the white sheet beneath it were adorned with blood. He moved his eyes again towards her and back down, trying to comprehend what had just happened. He smirked nervously.

"The witch was virtuous," he drawled coldly. His face took a mingled expression of surprise, mockery, confusion, guilt and libidinous lust. She did not reply. She was still sobbing, staring bluntly the ceiling. He was observing her intensely for a moment as her chest was inhaling and exhaling rapidly the air. They were both stilled in the time, and then suddenly the judge again laid over her, as he grabbed her arms.

"Don't worry," he sneered mockingly. "They say it hurts only in the beginning."

He harshly turned her head aside, so not to look at her crying face anymore. He was most certainly feeling a great guilt and shame by what he had just done, but these emotions were deadened by the impatient desire to finish what he had started. In his entire life he had never before experienced the sins of the flesh, but now when he had he was greedy for more of it. He shoved his aching member back in her-she was still struggling, but she was far less hard to get into this time. He moaned as his body shivered with pleasure. He stilled, and then roughly moved deeper, making her whimper with pain. He didn't care; he had forgotten any sympathy, feelings or self- control towards her, all that he could care about was that her body was giving him incredible bliss and she was nothing more than that. His grip got lighter as he moved slightly backwards, just to make another painful push back in her. She wasn't screaming anymore, she was not whimpering either; her tears were silently spilling all over her cheeks. Esmeralda continued her weak struggles with all her left strength, but she knew that it was pointless. He had already conquered her. She was numbly hearing his groans of pleasure; feeling his sweated skin, rubbing all over hers; and tasting his moistened tongue, which was constantly going in and around her mouth. But she had not given up the fight. She had tightened her body as much as she could, however that was just causing her more agony. Her genitals were hurting as he was pushing farther and farther into them.

Frollo was ecstatic, euphoric. He was rhythmically moving his pelvis surrounded by her legs, and thirstily exploring with his hands every flesh of the gypsy. Her skin was warm from her desperate movements, which made the judge ever more fervent for her. His whole body was covered with sweat, his heartbeat was running wild, and he was heavily breathing each time he was pushing into her, longing for more and more. She was entirely warm- her flesh, her tears, her inside… The judge moaned loudly as he pushed harder into her.

"Rapist," she painfully cried out. He put his hand again over her mouth, pressing roughly her head to the pillows.

"Shut up," the judge puffed out heavily.

He pushed harder into her as he groaned again. His rhythm was now disturbed by deeper and irregular movements inside of her. He was going slowly, but with incredible harsh and force, causing her more pain than ever. His moans got more frequent and he was feeling big drops of sweat running all over his face. He was blissfully enjoying the sense of her thighs on his bare skin. His breathing increased as he felt a great rush running through his spine. He pushed his member deeper and started thirsting himself more and more in her, speeding up his rhythm. He was quickly inhaling and exhaling, as he closed his eyes putting his head backwards. He moaned again and again, overwhelmed with pleasure and greed for more. Frollo bitted his lip to stop himself from yelling with joy. He was more senseless to her than ever. He was pushing and pushing, tightening his hands harder and harder. Somewhere in his mind he could hear her distance deafened cries and he viciously directed his enlarged eyes towards her. It was only then when he realized that his hand which was on her mouth was now squeezing her face, causing her incredible pain. He rigidly moved it off her, as he angrily pressed his pelvis harder into hers.

Esmeralda gasped with suppressed weep, not daring to give a sound again. She was overwhelmed with pain which was paralyzing and making her submit numbly to his terrors. The minister was blindly watching at her as his body was becoming more and more violent. The sense of her surrendering, the cold sweat running all over him, and the heavenly delights were all mixed up in a messy ecstasy. His look got blurrier as his eyes filled up with tears of pleasure. His entire body was convulsively shaking in bliss and his legs were getting weaker and weaker. He thirsted again and again, harder and harder, causing himself as much delight as pain to the gypsy. He moaned again and again, overlapping the moments of pleasure and groans, reaching the final moment of the lost of his righteousness. His eyes closed, letting a blissful tear run through his pale cheek, as he gasped heavily without any air left in his lungs. He was spent.

He become to heavily inhale and exhale as his body started recovering from the rush. He was still above Esmeralda as he laid on her, feeling up her skin, breasts, and heartbeat over his. She was numbly looking aside, her entire face covered with tears. The room remained still for a few moments, as the last lighted candle, which was on the one side of the bed, was burning out. Frollo stared at its fire, breathing heavily. He suddenly lifted himself above her as he looked at her face. He paused for a moment, and then harshly pulled himself off her, making her silently whimper in pain.

The judge rolled over, lying on his back next to her. His chest was still recovering the lost air. Still lying he pulled his pants over his waist and took the tossed aside cover and laid it over himself and her. She was still not moving, breathing lightly in and out. Frollo looked again at her, pausing as thinking over something, then turned and blew the fire out of the candle. He laid back, but not right next to her, giving her some space. Then Frollo slowly fell into the sleep of a sinner who spent out by his vices.


*Chastity (Latin)