Alrighty everyone! Now, just warning you… this scene is a bit… risqué… if you know what I mean! So, read as much of it as you feel necessary! Ok… I trust u all to have good disgression… :D lol… ok, here we go!
~Where We Left Off~
A whoremaster has kidnapped Katherine. She has just learned "The Ropes". Jack, finally realizing that she has been kidnapped, has decided to go after her and rescue her! (Thank God!)
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Chapter Eight
Two days later, we arrived at Port Rousseau. I had been
sitting in that
dungeon for five days, eating only moldy bread and rusty water. I felt
ready to throw up, but when Johnny arrived, I clamped my mouth shut,
determined to not show weakness.
I walked out of the ship, with my head held high. I walked along, second,
right behind Johnny, who was following Scarlett. The other girl walked
behind me, but soon caught up with me. "I never caught your name. What is
it?"
"Katherine," I said, my voice cold and sharp, my eyes dark and heart closed.
"Really. That's a fine name, if I'm one to be making a statement. I'm
Anne." She smiled at me, and then whispered, "So, is this gonna be your
first time?"
"First time what?"
"You know… doing it…"
"Wouldn't you like to know," I said, looking at her, trying to evaluate her
feelings.
"Well, I was wondering. Because Johnny said that you said it wasn't, but I
was wondering if you said that just because you didn't wanna hafta do it
with him, if you know what I mean?"
I sighed, looking at her. "Well, it wasn't a lie. I'll tell you that." I
kept walking, watching straight ahead, determined to not loose sight of
Scarlett and Johnny.
"Really? Cause I said I'd done it before, but that was a lie. I'm a prolly
get in a mighty bit of trouble." I looked at her with sympathy in my eyes.
"As sorry as I feel for you, my dear Anne, I can't really help you."
"Actually, what happened to you when you had you first time? Was it a man
you loved?" She looked at me with wide, expecting eyes. I stopped, and
glared at her.
"You really wanna hear about my first time? I was raped, ok. You want to
know who raped me? James Gibson. The pirate who tortured and killed both
of my parents. I hate him and I want him dead. Now do you see? He called
me a fucking whore the day he raped me. From then on, I've hated whore's
beyond all possible belief, savvy? So, just shut up your rambling, and get
over it. You've had a good life so far. Alright?"
Anne looked at me with anger. "Why the hell would that pirate be interested
in you?"
I kept walking, hurrying to catch up with Johnny. "You see, I loved him
when I was fourteen. He was twenty, but that didn't bother me. My mother
had been killed, but I didn't know who did it. No one did. My father
didn't know James was at the village. No one did. Then, one night, no one
was at my house but me and then, later on, James. He raped me that night,
and he said if I ever told my dad, he would torture my dad before my very
eyes."
"So, two days later, he left the Port. I never heard of him, until some
weeks ago. He was the much hated, deadly pirate. I've sworn to myself to
kill him, if I ever see him again." We had arrived at The Passionate Pussy.
We walked in. Scarlett was holding two bundles. She shoved one into each of
our arms, and led us up to a room. The door opened, and inside was two more
doors. She unlocked each one, and pointed a room for each of us. "You each
have a room to yourself. Be ready by nine. I'll get you if your not out in
enough time. All right? Wear those dresses, or you'll regret it."
I was going into my room, and was about to close it when Anne stood in the
way of the door. "I'm scared of my room. I wanna be in here with you. Is
that alright?" I sighed, but nodded.
She walked in, and untied her bundle. Inside was a dress (only to our
knees, and an incredibly low neck), boots, old, moldy perfume, and garters.
Anne blanched at the sight of the dress. "Oh, my God." She started to
speak in rapid Italian, doing multiple signs of the cross. She picked it
up, and held it up to her body. I only then noticed how young she was.
"How old are you Anne?" I said, picking up my own dress.
"I'm fourteen in two weeks," she stated plainly. I landed on my bed, in
shock.
"You're only thirteen years old? Oh, my God… Johnny, you are a sick, sick
man. He's a bloody cradle robber!" She turned to face the wall, and
changed into her dress. Her back was bruised in several places, but it was
thin and bony.
"What happened to your back, Anne?"
She turned her head to look at me. "My father beat me every day. I finally
ran away, and found myself in Tortuga. I happened to be hanging out with
some of my old friends who had turned into whores, and then Johnny kidnapped
me. It was awful."
She turned away, and finished pulling on her dress. I buttoned it up for
her, and she turned around to look at me. It fit her body snugly, as if
Scarlett magically knew what size Anne needed. I changed into my dress, and
my body fit so snugly, my breasts almost threatened to spill over. We both
tied on our garters, and prepared for the evening.
~*~*~*~
That night was a night from hell. I just walked around the house,
pretending to be interested in people. All the men, who were drunk, I might
add, kept slapping me on the ass. I would wheel around, and slap them on
the face for that.
Finally, Johnny pulled me aside, and started to growl in my face.
"What the hell are you doing? More over, what the hell are you not doing?
You need to be more interested in these men. They're paying customers!
Give em what they want, and then you'll be able to eat tomorrow." I just
looked at him as if her was stark raving mad. "Dammit girl!" He slammed on
the bar counter, and a rum came to him quickly.
"You seem to find a way to do that once you've had a bit of rum to tide you
over! Now, I want you to drink the whole bloody mug, right now, and then go
back out there." He forced the rum in my hand. I didn't drink any of it.
"Drink the fucking bottle, or I'll rape you within an inch of your life." I
suddenly remembered when I was raped by James. Rape isn't about sex. It's
about power. I didn't want him to think he had power over me because he
could screw me over. I drunk the mug quickly, and went back out in the
room.
I walked around, happy and dizzy. The rum had done it's work accordingly.
I was now very drunk. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pinch on my ass. I wheeled
around and slurred, "That'll cost ye *hiccup* two shillings." I swayed
around a bit, and fell into the arms of Norrington. I screamed, and tried
to run away.
"Oh, no, you're not getting away from me, my dear. We're gonna go do
something we should have done years ago." He dragged me past Anne, who was
making out with a man. She didn't quite notice though, that her skirt had
fallen to the floor ages ago. The mug on the floor tipped me off that she
too was drunk.
Caught up in the action, I took him upstairs to my room. It was unlocked.
He shoved me in the room, and threw me down on the bed. The door closed
behind him. He jumped on top of me, and started to kiss my neck
passionately. He eventually moved down. Soon, it was all over.
We lay down on the bed, clothed once again. I fell asleep first, and did
not notice him placing twenty shillings down my dress front.
~*~*~*~
I woke up the next morning, with a splitting headache. This felt very familiar to me. I could not really remember what happened to me last night. All I remembered was a bunch of men, Anne making out with some man, being forced to drink a mug of rum… and something else. I sat with my head in my arms for a minute. Then I remembered. I had slept with Commodore Norrington.
I felt cold all over. I had been the perfect little whore, just like Johnny wanted me too. But I did not like it. I felt dirty. I stood up, and heard a jingling near my breasts. I discovered 20 shillings in the top of my dress. Filled with rage, I turned to see a sleeping Norrington. His wig, shoes, and socks were still on the floor, along with his weapon belt, and my garters. I threw open the armoire and found a length of rope and a gun. I loaded the gun with the moldy powder and two rusty bullets, and prepared myself for the attack.
I was rather wobbly on my feet from my hangover. My head pounded with every soft step I made, and I was out of focus. I soon found my self over Norrington. I tapped him, rather, hit him, hard, on the back between his two shoulder blades. He awoke with a yelp, and sat straight up, hitting his head on the head board in the process. He rubbed his head profusely as he squinted at me.
"Hulloo… Katherine, right? Hullo… marvelous night, ey?" he said, smiling. I didn't reply, but kept my face stone cold as I yanked him out of the bed and tied him to the only chair in the room. He looked at me confused, and just mumbled, "What the hell are you doing, Katherine? Katie-bug? What are you doing?" I slapped him, hard across the face when I was finished.
"You. Bastard! Tell me, what have you done with yourself? I always thought you were a nice, calm man who would never drink or go whoring! What happened to yourself?" I said, glaring at him, with my pistol aimed at his heart.
He looked at me, grinning evilly. "The day Elizabeth refused to marry me, I was in the bar for three nights. Every night, I got closer to being drunk. I enjoyed it even more every night. Finally, the third night, all me mates succeeded in getting me drunk, and then, a whore came up to me, we did our bit, and I actually enjoyed it. I discovered a new life, a better life for me… I'm still the little Commodore, but still, I have a new, dangerous life." He smiled at me, trying to get me to untie him.
"Please, baby, untie me. I want to show you how much manliness I have," he said, licking his lips.
I came close to shooting him, but then, I realized I shouldn't, as I would probably get killed for that. I had a better idea. Maybe let him get his way. I leaned over his knees and legs, until my face was inches from his.
"Alright." I said this, while untying his bonds quickly. He stood up, pulled me towards him and said:
"I knew you were never very smart. I have you wrapped around my little finger, don't I?"
Containing my anger, I smiled, forcedly, and said, "I like to do it by the window." He moved back towards the window, which happened to be open. That was a fatal move for him. The second he was in front of the window, I took my chance. I aimed my foot at his crotch, and sent him reeling backwards, out of the window. He fell two stories, and landed, luckily for him, on a large pile of soiled bed clothing.
He looked up at me, shock in his eyes. "Baby, what did I do? Let me come back! I didn't mean it! You're very smart! Honest! I swear!" I looked down at him and smiled.
"Ah, but you didn't count on one thing. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow's bonnie lass. And he wants only the best for his bonnie lass. And, sorry love, but you didn't make the cut. So go screw yourself in a can, bastard!" I yelled at him, dropping my sugar tone. I flicked him off, and slammed my window shut. As soon as I was sure I had moved out of sight from the window, I broke down crying.
My heart was constricted. I had been taken advantage of, once again. Did men just think of women as being their sex toys? Why was I here, in a God-forsaken whore house? Why me, the hater of all whores!? I could not understand!
And where was that miserable Captain Jack Sparrow? Wouldn't he have set off to rescue me by now? Wait, I thought. Screw being rescued. I'm gonna run away. I'll wait a week at the most, and then, I'll find a way out. I can do this.
I curled up into a ball on my bed, laying there, tears running down my face. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew I loved Jack. And I knew I would have to square with it some day.
A knock came on my door. I said, "In," and in walked Anne.
"Katherine, I heard yelling! What happened? Are you ok?" she said, sitting on the edge of my bed. Even though she was younger than me, I felt a mothering comfort from her I had not felt before. She looked at me, her eyes waiting to hear what happened, and I just left loose. I sat up, wrapped my arms around her neck, and cried my eyes out, with her playing with my hair the entire time.
~*~*~*~
That night was the same drill. This time, I refused to be forced to drink rum and become drunk. Atleast when I wasn't drunk, I could pay attention to my surroundings better, and understand what was going on. Johnny had threatened me earlier, saying that if I was not into it that night, he would chain me to the wall, and have every man there carve their initials into my body. I could not let that happen to me. I had already heard and seen that happen to one woman the night before.
It had not been a very good welcoming sight for Anne or me.
We decided we were going to stay together that night, try to not let anything bad happen to each other. We were on guard for each other, while trying to flirt enough to suffice. But only by enough.
We walked through the clutter of men and other woman. Anne had told me about last night for her.
~Flashback~
I sat up, finished crying. Anne also had tears on her face. But not from me. Something else was bothering her.
"Anne, what's wrong? What happened?" I said, looking at her worridly.
"Nothing… it's nothing," she said, wiping her tears away. She looked at me, and broke down. "I never knew they would be so rough! I just tried to be as flirty as little possible. Then, this man walked up to me, forced some rum down me, and threw me against a wall, and it was over. But it hurt! I didn't know it would!"
I looked at her red eyes, and hugged her. "And then, he took me to another whore's room, and there were all these people in there dancing around. But they were all naked, and he made me do that. But I didn't, Katherine! I didn't at all! He almost tried to make me smoke something he called Mary Jane, but I didn't. I had finally come to my senses, and slapped him. I ran out, but he caught me, and hit me a lot. I have more bruises now." She looked at me, again, with tears all over her face.
I kissed her cheek, and held it near me. "Poor baby, you're so young. Only thirteen… and to have to go through this! When Jack comes to rescue me, or when I escape, whichever one comes first, you'll come with me, savvy? I won't leave you here…"
~End of Flashback~
I snapped to attention, and then realized I had hit someone. "OH, sorry love…" I said, turning around. I had turned to face the eyes of Jack Sparrow. "Bloody hell…" I muttered, looking at him with shock.
He had the same look at me. I was wearing a dress, with an even lower neckline, and a knee length hem. "Love, you look very attractive in that. Why don't you ever wear that around the ship?" he said, laughing loudly. I snarled at him, and pushed him up to a wall.
"Shut-up and listen. We need to get up to my room, and then we can make a plan. Anne, you go up first, pretending you're sick, and then we'll follow soon. Alright? Start being sick Anne!" I said, whispering to them both. Anne suddenly held her stomach, and moaned.
She walked up to Scarlett, and croaked, "Scarlett, help me. I feel like I'm going to be sick. Please, take me up to my room! I can't walk a step farther." To finalize it, she collapsed to the floor in a heap. Scarlett jumped, picked her up, and carried her upstairs to her room.
"OK, Jack, now our turn. We have to go by Scarlett when we go up there, so we have to…" I started, sighing, "play the part… alright?" I said, looking at him. I felt a sense of dread, like something bad was going to happen. He smiled a golden tooth smile and bowed.
"It would be an honor." Scarlett had soon returned, smiling worridly. Jack looked at me, and helped me along. He had his hand on my ass, his eyes watching me happily. I had my hand in a belt he had tied around his pants. We walked up to Scarlett, and I said:
"Scarlett, my dear, please unlock my room please. I think I've found a keeper here." I looked at Jack, who looked at me with lust in his eyes. Scarlett saw him, and smiled.
"Glad you found one so early, my dear. Makes it all the better!" she said, leading us up the stairs to my room. She unlocked the door, and closed it saying, "Hope you're not a vocal one, sir. You might wake Anne. She's sick tonight." She closed the door, but did not lock it.
Jack smiled, but did not take his hand off my rear. I looked at him pointedly, and he did, forcedly. "Where shall I sit, my dear? Seems the floors a bit cold, and that chair looks a tad broken." Anne and I had slammed the chair into pieces in a fit of rage we had that afternoon.
I smiled at him, and said, "Fine. Sit on the bed if you want. What ever. I hardly care anymore." I sat down on the edge of it, and started to think. "How do we get out of here?"
Jack smiled at me, and said, "I have a plan. When is everyone the quietest? The time no one is likely to see us sneak out?"
I thought. "I think about 3:00 AM. But I don't know. I've never been, available at that time?" He smiled toothily.
"Who were the lucky men?"
"I'd rather not say, Jack… you might know him…" I brushed it aside, and said, "Besides, we're gonna take Anne with us, I promised her I would… she can be a cabin girl, or something. She's only thirteen. Too young to be here." Jack nodded, and soon, we both were asleep.
~*~*~*~
Ok… now, I have my bad news… unfortunately, I will no longer be able to contuinute with this story… I am *incredibly* sorry about that, please DON'T! hate me for it…
It's not quite my fault… its just that, I really hate this story now… I'm kinda going crazy over it an stuff… BUT!
I do have another POTC ffic started up! If you would be so kind as to start reading that one! Thank you for all who've read this and reviewed! You all are THE BEST out there! Thanks a million…
Please read and review "LongLost"… which is my other story!
If you would really like to know what happens in the rest of the story, email me, and I will tell you the ending (I had already written a plot outline)… My email is ChikaBelle@hotmail.com
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