Warning: This story contains sexually explicit themes and adult language.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 5
Pacing back and forth in his room, Spot quietly devised a plan to soak the perverse cleric that made a pass at Ashton. She didn't know how to tell Spot of her recent encounter with the priest at first, but she gathered up enough courage to disclose the information. It was enough that Jack was harassing her, although she had not seen him in weeks. Spot kept stepping across the floor of his room, cracking his knuckles, coming up with the perfect plan to descend his wrath upon his new enemy. It was making her nervous.
"Spot, darling, please stop reeling about this. Just come here and sit next to me." She said patting the top area of the bed next to her. Spot obliged her and sat down, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder
"Ya can't live in Manhattan. I think dat you should stay here in Brooklyn. A priest would know better than ta touch ya the way he did."
"What should I tell my parents? They don't even know about us or my pregnancy." Spot kissed her on the head and began pondering.
"We'll think of something, baby." He said as he rubbed her back, conspiring to do something without her knowledge.
She and Spot had already discussed marriage and he was already in the process of starting a new job. He knew very well that he could not take care of her and their new arrival on a newsie's salary. In the meantime, he was going to move to Manhattan so that they could live together.
~
Feeling better after some time of rest and relaxation with her friends, Ashton thought that she should pay her parents a visit. It had been a few weeks since her last visit and she wanted to touch base with her folks. She still had her key to the brownstone and entered it with ease, only to be met with stern faces.
"Hello mother, father. What's wrong?"
"Don't play ignorant with me, young lady. You ARE pregnant! How could you do this to us? You have dishonored this family and yourself!"
Ashton's eyes widened with fear. She knew now that she had to come clean with the news that they had obviously found out about. She knew that the time had to come sooner or later, but why so soon, she thought to herself. Slowly approaching the parlor, with as much composure as she could muster, Ashton decided to confess to them about her relationship with Spot. As her mouth opened, she felt herself feeling light-headed and darkness befell her eyes as she fell to the floor.
One hour later, Ashton lay in her former bedroom. Her head slightly whipped back and forth as she felt a hand caress her cheek. The warmth of the hand was gentle and tender, the way she remembered when her mother would nurse her back to health from sickness. Secretly, she was glad that her parents had found out about the pregnancy, although she wasn't pleased with the circumstances from whence they came. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She could not wait to tell Spot what had happened, and now that her pregnancy was all out in the open, she and Spot could marry. She could just picture herself in a wedding dress in a grand cathedral as she and Spot said their wedding vows. Her relationship with him would no longer be a secret. A pleasant smile spread across her at the thought. She opened her eyes to be met with terror.
"Jack! What the hell are you doing here!?" She said, trying not to let her parents hear in case they were not to far from the room.
"Is that the way to talk to your future husband?" Ashton looked at him like the handsome, insane cad that he was.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, you know dat slut friend of yours, Christine? Well, a few days ago, I saw her hanging around Tibby's and I decided to ask her a few questions. I persuaded her ta come over ta da lodging house ta discuss a few things, namely you. I got her ta go up ta da attic with me so we could talk in private. It was like pulling teeth ta get her ta do dat. What's up with you goils!? Anyway, I just used me charms ta get her ta get some dirt on ya and she told me dat you were pregnant. And it was for dat blue-eyed motherfucker Spot. So, once she let me in on da news, I gave her something ta remember me by, but not before putting a knife to her throat so that she won't say anything." He said as he grabbed his crotch.
Her eyes enlarged at his knowledge of her pregnancy for Spot and his rape of her dear friend. She was totally at a loss for words. She felt her anger increase as a devilish smile spread across his handsome face.
"Spot's going to kill you!"
"Oh, and dat's another thing. Your good-looking boyfriend won't be able to do anything, either."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, Spot and a group of his goons came ta Manhattan the day before yesterday and were hauled off ta jail. It seems dat they beat up some priest and da bulls came and took them away. Spot was sentenced to a year in prison."
"You're lying!"
"I'm afraid it's true, sweetheart. Judge Monahan gave the sentence yesterday. Denton was there. He told me."
She could not believe it. She knew that Jack was cunning and inventive when it came to conspiracy, and being violent was not beneath him, either. But his revelation of Spot's incarceration was beyond believable. She broke down crying right there. Jack placed his arm around her only to have it be flung harshly away from her body.
"Where are my parents? They have to know about this?"
"Oh, haven't I told ya? We are to be married next month."
"I'm not going to marry your crazy ass!"
"Please, Ashton. That's not a very ladylike way ta talk ta your future husband. Ya see, your parents think that I'm da father of your bastard child. They sent for me so we could discuss the plans for da wedding. And since your parents like me, they are making the arrangements right now as we speak."
Ashton was paralyzed by the eye-opener of news that had been bestowed upon her. She felt like fainting again. Spot lied to her about attacking the priest and Jack was setting her up on being her future husband. She got up from the bed in a hasty manner and paced her room as Jack sat on the bed smirking at her behavior. She could've killed Jack if she could.
"Why are you doing this to us, Jack? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, tears streaming down her face. Jack's look hardened without the slightest trace of sympathy.
"'Cause dis isn't da first time Spot has stolen someone from me. He took a girlfriend of mine once before. I really cared about her, but I cared about you even more. And I swore ta myself dat I wasn't gonna let dat lady killer steal another girl dat was mine."
Ashton stood shocked at Jack's revelation. He was just using her as a pawn to exact revenge on her lover, and being with child only added to the situation. "Jack, that was the past. Can't you let bygones be bygones?" He shook his head in a resounding "no."
"They won't allow me to marry you once I tell them about Spot and that I'm pregnant for him." Jack laughed at her like she was insane.
"Are ya crazy? Ya think dat your parents will let ya marry a guy like Spot? A newsie that's probably bedded half the Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, Bronx, and Queens female populations. Besides, they already like me. And if ya marry me, I might just let ya live your life and find a way ta get Spot outta jail."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Yeah, besides, I owe him one."
She looked at him suspiciously. "How do I know that you're telling the truth?"
Jack smiled at her. "It's simple. You have a lot ta gain, but more ta lose if ya don't go along with my plan. If ya tell them dat you're with child for a broke newsie, they might not know what ta do with themselves. If ya let them think dat you're pregnant for me, they will be happy dat you are a respectably, married woman and I could make sure dat Spot gets outta prison, clear of all crimes."
Ashton hoped that this wasn't just another scheme; that he was being sincere. She could not let the father of her child sit in jail while she was entailed to Jack. He had already conspired to ruin her and all because she chose Spot over him. And to add to that, he raped both her and her friend. How psychotic, she thought.
She thought about the complot for a few minutes as Jack waited for an answer. She didn't trust Jack as far as she could throw him. But Spot was sent to prison and she loved him enough to go through with Jack's plan.
"Alright, Jack. I'll do it, but only for Spot's sake, and the sake of our unborn child." She said as she held her hand to her stomach.
"Deal."
~
The following month had finally arrived. The wedding was underway as planned and everything was in order. Ashton's mother made sure of that. Seeing her daughter get married brought her unimaginable joy. And her father was glad to welcome two new additions into his family. If they only knew the truth, Ashton thought.
That very same night, Ashton sat perfectly still at her vanity mirror. Brushing her hair, she wondered about Spot. The day after Jack's appearance at her house, she made a stop at the New York State Prison to visit Spot. She told him about Jack's plans to have him released.
"Well, Jacky-Boy came through for me once before. I hope he's able ta do it again."
"I hope so, too. I miss you, Spot."
"I miss ya, too, Baby."
She remembered all too well how he looked. He was still healthy and she had hoped that he would be released as soon as possible.
Silently, Jack walked over to her and looked at her reflection. She continued to groom herself as he bent down behind her.
"It's official. You're mine, forever and ever." He whispered sinisterly. Ashton looked at him bewildered. "What are you talking about, Jack? I thought that we had a deal."
Jack snorted. "What makes you think dat I would ever agree ta something dat damn stupid? I would nevah agree ta anything dat fucking ridiculous. The deal is dis, baby. You're mine. You've always been mine and nothing you coulda said or done woulda changed dat."
Eyes as wide as saucers were looking up into the handsome, but sinister face of Jack Kelly. What a predicament she had gotten herself into. She was certified as the wife of a psychotic newsie. And his cunning plan was just invented to own her, and she fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.
Ashton sat in her bedroom before her mirror staring into her own reflection. This was not happening. If there was anything she could not accept as true, it was Jack's slyness and intelligence has caused him to be victorious in his situation of conquering her. Her parents had been led to believe that Jack was a total gentleman and that she was carrying his child.
Ashton continued to sit in complete quietness as Jack walked over to her, standing behind her. He smiled as he gently raked his hand through her soft hair. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
"Well, are ya ready ta give yaself ta me? After all, this is our first night as husband and wife." He then placed a kiss on her head as she sat perfectly still.
She looked at his reflection, seeing him looking at her, smiling wickedly. He ran his hand down her bare shoulder and down her sides. She remembered when he used to touch her that way, when she actually liked him. Now, it just made her feel nasty.
Kneeling further down so that their faces touched, he spoke to her, eyes fixed on her reflection. "Now is the night I'm gonna make ya feel like ya nevah felt before. You're officially my whore bitch!" He whispered sinisterly. She looked at him with wide eyes and shivering lips. Her fear was so evident, he could smell it.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or dat baby you're carryin' for your loser boyfriend. He'll get ta see his bundle of joy once I'm finished with ya."
Lifting her up from her present station, she obliged him as he walked her over to the bed. She got into the bed, thinking about how she was going to get through this. He forcefully pushed her onto the bed as he loomed over her, his hands roamed underneath her nightdress to remove her undergarments, from which she heard a loud, ripping sound. He proceeded to lower the top of her nightdress, tugging at it so it revealed her breasts. He then hoisted off his shirt and lowered his pants.
Making the sign of the cross as she laid down on her feather-filled pillow, Ashton closed her eyes and waited for taking of her body by a man that she once liked but now came to abhor. He slowly positioned himself on top of her, loving the touch of her breasts against his bare, muscular chest. He was turned on by the pounding of her heart within her chest. The vibration of her heartbeat made him even harder.
"Ya better pray for a strong back 'cause I'm knockin' it out tonight, baby." He whispered warningly.
Seeing nothing but the darkness of her inner eyelids, Jack hovered over her as he positioned himself between her legs, and penetrated her body with his. Proving himself victorious in his conquest, he mounted her throughout the night without fail, not caring whether she liked it or how she felt.
The End
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 5
Pacing back and forth in his room, Spot quietly devised a plan to soak the perverse cleric that made a pass at Ashton. She didn't know how to tell Spot of her recent encounter with the priest at first, but she gathered up enough courage to disclose the information. It was enough that Jack was harassing her, although she had not seen him in weeks. Spot kept stepping across the floor of his room, cracking his knuckles, coming up with the perfect plan to descend his wrath upon his new enemy. It was making her nervous.
"Spot, darling, please stop reeling about this. Just come here and sit next to me." She said patting the top area of the bed next to her. Spot obliged her and sat down, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder
"Ya can't live in Manhattan. I think dat you should stay here in Brooklyn. A priest would know better than ta touch ya the way he did."
"What should I tell my parents? They don't even know about us or my pregnancy." Spot kissed her on the head and began pondering.
"We'll think of something, baby." He said as he rubbed her back, conspiring to do something without her knowledge.
She and Spot had already discussed marriage and he was already in the process of starting a new job. He knew very well that he could not take care of her and their new arrival on a newsie's salary. In the meantime, he was going to move to Manhattan so that they could live together.
~
Feeling better after some time of rest and relaxation with her friends, Ashton thought that she should pay her parents a visit. It had been a few weeks since her last visit and she wanted to touch base with her folks. She still had her key to the brownstone and entered it with ease, only to be met with stern faces.
"Hello mother, father. What's wrong?"
"Don't play ignorant with me, young lady. You ARE pregnant! How could you do this to us? You have dishonored this family and yourself!"
Ashton's eyes widened with fear. She knew now that she had to come clean with the news that they had obviously found out about. She knew that the time had to come sooner or later, but why so soon, she thought to herself. Slowly approaching the parlor, with as much composure as she could muster, Ashton decided to confess to them about her relationship with Spot. As her mouth opened, she felt herself feeling light-headed and darkness befell her eyes as she fell to the floor.
One hour later, Ashton lay in her former bedroom. Her head slightly whipped back and forth as she felt a hand caress her cheek. The warmth of the hand was gentle and tender, the way she remembered when her mother would nurse her back to health from sickness. Secretly, she was glad that her parents had found out about the pregnancy, although she wasn't pleased with the circumstances from whence they came. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She could not wait to tell Spot what had happened, and now that her pregnancy was all out in the open, she and Spot could marry. She could just picture herself in a wedding dress in a grand cathedral as she and Spot said their wedding vows. Her relationship with him would no longer be a secret. A pleasant smile spread across her at the thought. She opened her eyes to be met with terror.
"Jack! What the hell are you doing here!?" She said, trying not to let her parents hear in case they were not to far from the room.
"Is that the way to talk to your future husband?" Ashton looked at him like the handsome, insane cad that he was.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, you know dat slut friend of yours, Christine? Well, a few days ago, I saw her hanging around Tibby's and I decided to ask her a few questions. I persuaded her ta come over ta da lodging house ta discuss a few things, namely you. I got her ta go up ta da attic with me so we could talk in private. It was like pulling teeth ta get her ta do dat. What's up with you goils!? Anyway, I just used me charms ta get her ta get some dirt on ya and she told me dat you were pregnant. And it was for dat blue-eyed motherfucker Spot. So, once she let me in on da news, I gave her something ta remember me by, but not before putting a knife to her throat so that she won't say anything." He said as he grabbed his crotch.
Her eyes enlarged at his knowledge of her pregnancy for Spot and his rape of her dear friend. She was totally at a loss for words. She felt her anger increase as a devilish smile spread across his handsome face.
"Spot's going to kill you!"
"Oh, and dat's another thing. Your good-looking boyfriend won't be able to do anything, either."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, Spot and a group of his goons came ta Manhattan the day before yesterday and were hauled off ta jail. It seems dat they beat up some priest and da bulls came and took them away. Spot was sentenced to a year in prison."
"You're lying!"
"I'm afraid it's true, sweetheart. Judge Monahan gave the sentence yesterday. Denton was there. He told me."
She could not believe it. She knew that Jack was cunning and inventive when it came to conspiracy, and being violent was not beneath him, either. But his revelation of Spot's incarceration was beyond believable. She broke down crying right there. Jack placed his arm around her only to have it be flung harshly away from her body.
"Where are my parents? They have to know about this?"
"Oh, haven't I told ya? We are to be married next month."
"I'm not going to marry your crazy ass!"
"Please, Ashton. That's not a very ladylike way ta talk ta your future husband. Ya see, your parents think that I'm da father of your bastard child. They sent for me so we could discuss the plans for da wedding. And since your parents like me, they are making the arrangements right now as we speak."
Ashton was paralyzed by the eye-opener of news that had been bestowed upon her. She felt like fainting again. Spot lied to her about attacking the priest and Jack was setting her up on being her future husband. She got up from the bed in a hasty manner and paced her room as Jack sat on the bed smirking at her behavior. She could've killed Jack if she could.
"Why are you doing this to us, Jack? Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, tears streaming down her face. Jack's look hardened without the slightest trace of sympathy.
"'Cause dis isn't da first time Spot has stolen someone from me. He took a girlfriend of mine once before. I really cared about her, but I cared about you even more. And I swore ta myself dat I wasn't gonna let dat lady killer steal another girl dat was mine."
Ashton stood shocked at Jack's revelation. He was just using her as a pawn to exact revenge on her lover, and being with child only added to the situation. "Jack, that was the past. Can't you let bygones be bygones?" He shook his head in a resounding "no."
"They won't allow me to marry you once I tell them about Spot and that I'm pregnant for him." Jack laughed at her like she was insane.
"Are ya crazy? Ya think dat your parents will let ya marry a guy like Spot? A newsie that's probably bedded half the Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, Bronx, and Queens female populations. Besides, they already like me. And if ya marry me, I might just let ya live your life and find a way ta get Spot outta jail."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Yeah, besides, I owe him one."
She looked at him suspiciously. "How do I know that you're telling the truth?"
Jack smiled at her. "It's simple. You have a lot ta gain, but more ta lose if ya don't go along with my plan. If ya tell them dat you're with child for a broke newsie, they might not know what ta do with themselves. If ya let them think dat you're pregnant for me, they will be happy dat you are a respectably, married woman and I could make sure dat Spot gets outta prison, clear of all crimes."
Ashton hoped that this wasn't just another scheme; that he was being sincere. She could not let the father of her child sit in jail while she was entailed to Jack. He had already conspired to ruin her and all because she chose Spot over him. And to add to that, he raped both her and her friend. How psychotic, she thought.
She thought about the complot for a few minutes as Jack waited for an answer. She didn't trust Jack as far as she could throw him. But Spot was sent to prison and she loved him enough to go through with Jack's plan.
"Alright, Jack. I'll do it, but only for Spot's sake, and the sake of our unborn child." She said as she held her hand to her stomach.
"Deal."
~
The following month had finally arrived. The wedding was underway as planned and everything was in order. Ashton's mother made sure of that. Seeing her daughter get married brought her unimaginable joy. And her father was glad to welcome two new additions into his family. If they only knew the truth, Ashton thought.
That very same night, Ashton sat perfectly still at her vanity mirror. Brushing her hair, she wondered about Spot. The day after Jack's appearance at her house, she made a stop at the New York State Prison to visit Spot. She told him about Jack's plans to have him released.
"Well, Jacky-Boy came through for me once before. I hope he's able ta do it again."
"I hope so, too. I miss you, Spot."
"I miss ya, too, Baby."
She remembered all too well how he looked. He was still healthy and she had hoped that he would be released as soon as possible.
Silently, Jack walked over to her and looked at her reflection. She continued to groom herself as he bent down behind her.
"It's official. You're mine, forever and ever." He whispered sinisterly. Ashton looked at him bewildered. "What are you talking about, Jack? I thought that we had a deal."
Jack snorted. "What makes you think dat I would ever agree ta something dat damn stupid? I would nevah agree ta anything dat fucking ridiculous. The deal is dis, baby. You're mine. You've always been mine and nothing you coulda said or done woulda changed dat."
Eyes as wide as saucers were looking up into the handsome, but sinister face of Jack Kelly. What a predicament she had gotten herself into. She was certified as the wife of a psychotic newsie. And his cunning plan was just invented to own her, and she fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.
Ashton sat in her bedroom before her mirror staring into her own reflection. This was not happening. If there was anything she could not accept as true, it was Jack's slyness and intelligence has caused him to be victorious in his situation of conquering her. Her parents had been led to believe that Jack was a total gentleman and that she was carrying his child.
Ashton continued to sit in complete quietness as Jack walked over to her, standing behind her. He smiled as he gently raked his hand through her soft hair. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
"Well, are ya ready ta give yaself ta me? After all, this is our first night as husband and wife." He then placed a kiss on her head as she sat perfectly still.
She looked at his reflection, seeing him looking at her, smiling wickedly. He ran his hand down her bare shoulder and down her sides. She remembered when he used to touch her that way, when she actually liked him. Now, it just made her feel nasty.
Kneeling further down so that their faces touched, he spoke to her, eyes fixed on her reflection. "Now is the night I'm gonna make ya feel like ya nevah felt before. You're officially my whore bitch!" He whispered sinisterly. She looked at him with wide eyes and shivering lips. Her fear was so evident, he could smell it.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or dat baby you're carryin' for your loser boyfriend. He'll get ta see his bundle of joy once I'm finished with ya."
Lifting her up from her present station, she obliged him as he walked her over to the bed. She got into the bed, thinking about how she was going to get through this. He forcefully pushed her onto the bed as he loomed over her, his hands roamed underneath her nightdress to remove her undergarments, from which she heard a loud, ripping sound. He proceeded to lower the top of her nightdress, tugging at it so it revealed her breasts. He then hoisted off his shirt and lowered his pants.
Making the sign of the cross as she laid down on her feather-filled pillow, Ashton closed her eyes and waited for taking of her body by a man that she once liked but now came to abhor. He slowly positioned himself on top of her, loving the touch of her breasts against his bare, muscular chest. He was turned on by the pounding of her heart within her chest. The vibration of her heartbeat made him even harder.
"Ya better pray for a strong back 'cause I'm knockin' it out tonight, baby." He whispered warningly.
Seeing nothing but the darkness of her inner eyelids, Jack hovered over her as he positioned himself between her legs, and penetrated her body with his. Proving himself victorious in his conquest, he mounted her throughout the night without fail, not caring whether she liked it or how she felt.
The End