No Happy Endings

By: The Duchess of Arendelle

Ariel- Legs are required

Part 2

AN: Okay so finally finished part two. There are a lot of triggers in here and this chapter is extra graphic. Graphic description of rape. Violence. Etc. If this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read past this point. There are probably a lot of mistakes in here and I'm sorry about that. I didn't really read over this too well. Oh, and Justine is a made up character.

Sore. That was the first thing the young mermaid thought when she groggily pulled herself out of the clutches of sleep. Why was she sore? It hurt everywhere. She epically had an ache in her recently acquired human female parts. As she tried to stretch the stiffness out of her bones, she soon realized that she couldn't move her arms. Ariel was now fully awake and finally took the chance to take in her surroundings. She was in a dark dungeon like room. It was dark. All she could see were the dirt floors and bared window that let in the minimum amount of sunlight. She lay sprawled out on an old, musty mattress. She looked up and notice both of her hands handcuffed to the rusty metal headboard. Now was the time to panic. She began to struggle against her chains. Where was she? Where was Nathan? What was she doing chained to this bed? Ariel was completely at a loss as to what was going on. When the redhead herd footsteps approaching the large metal door across the room, she began to struggle even more. She fought harder against her chains and opened her mouth to scream. In all her confusion, she had forgotten the fact that she could no long make a sound. The footsteps stopped right in front of her door and she heard the sound of the door knob turning. In came a bright light that Ariel wished she could have covered her eyes from. In the doorway stood a dark silhouette. She couldn't tell who or what it was. The figure began to move closer into the room. It- no, she was carrying a lantern and a basket with her.

"Don't fight it love, you'll only make it worst." The stranger spoke in a heavily accented English voice. The woman was finally in plain view for Ariel to see. She was a thin brunette, with long chestnut tresses that feel over one shoulder. She was very beautiful but wore a somber expression on her face, one that told of a lifetime of misery and pain. The woman squatted beside Ariel's bed and pull out a water satchel. She held it to the redhead's lips and urged her to drink. "Here, drink this down." She said calmly. Ariel was all too happy to oblige, she was parched and her mouth felt like someone had swabbed it dry with cotton. The strange woman held the water satchel steady while Ariel greedily drank. When the redhead had had her fill, the woman gently sat it back in the basket. She reached in and pulled a key out of the same basket and held it up for Ariel to see. "You see this? This is the key to unlock those chains. Do you want those chains off?" She deliberately asked the redhead. Ariel nodded her head eagerly.

"I will unlock your chains, but you have to promise me you won't try to escape. It won't work, trust me I know. This place is a labyrinth of doors and dead ends, designed specifically to keep us in. You'll only make more trouble for yourself if you try to flee, alright?" The woman told her as she continued to hold the key in front of her face. Ariel nodded her head again, this time much slower. "Good." The woman simply stated, unlocking the cuffs. "By the way, I'm Justine. I know who you are, I heard the master say your name last night." Her voice seemed to drop lower as did her eyes as she stared at the red stain on Ariel's dress. Once Ariel's hands were free, the redhead began to rub at her sore wrist. She noticed where Justine's eyes had landed and she too looked down at herself. She had not forgotten about the immense aching in her lower regions, but she did not expect to see the dried blood on her dress, or the wetness between her legs that told her it still hadn't stopped. She began to panic as she lifted the skirt of her dress to look at her new addition. She gently touched her aching region and was horrified to find blood on her fingers. If she could have whimpered she would have. Tears began to run down her face. She was terrified. Justine felt bad for the girl. She felt bad for all the new girls. She saddled up beside Ariel on the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Shhh. Shhhh. It's okay love. That's what happens when virgins have sex for the first time. The bleeding will stop eventually. It hurts like hell, but it won't bleed every time they penetrate you. Sometimes it'll even feel a little good, if you're lucky enough to get one of the nicer Johns." She tried to comfort the girl. She wasn't very good at this sort of thing. By now Justine was use to this life. She had been sold to this brothel by her parents when she was the tender age of six years old, and had been 'serving' the patrons ever since. Ariel looked up at the woman with such confusion and despair. What was Justine talking about? Virgins? Sex? Penetration? Johns? What were all these things the brunette was going on about? Justine saw the lost look on Ariel's face. "You don't have a clue of what's going on do you?" she said in a sympathetic voice. Ariel shook her head helplessly. "Oh sweetie, you're in a brothel. A place where men and even the odd woman, come and pay to have sex with women. Master Nathan… had his way… with you last night." Justine tried to explain. Ariel still looked helplessly lost and Justine's eyes widened as she thought of why. "Do you not know what sex is?" she asked in a whisper. Ariel shook her head no and Justine gasped. She tightened her hold on Ariel, the girl was so innocent. "You poor thing, you have so much to learn."

****ARIEL*****

1 week later

This was Hades, Ariel was sure of it. After the girl's first day at the brothel, she was soon thrown into rotation. Justine had awkwardly tried to explain to the girl what sex was, and what was to be expected of her here, but the redhead couldn't comprehend it. That next night, when Nathan walked in, all smiles and sweet words, she thought the young man had changed and had come to set her free. She soon found out how wrong she was when a short, burly man with a dirty long beard and rotten teeth stepped in after him, lecherous smile in place. "Here's the young redhead I promised. Just got her cherry popped two nights ago. She's all ready for you mate. Now that'll be 20 pence a fuck." He said, smile still in place. The man grunted and handed over two silver coins. "Great. Now let me tell you, this one don't make no noise, so if you're lookin' for a screamer, this one ain't it. But, you can do whatever you want to her, if she fights you, just pop her one, but just don't go overboard. I need her presentable for the next John." He explained to the man matter of factly. The man again grunted his confirmation and Nathan patted him on the back. "Alright then. You're all set mate. Pleasure doin' business with ya." And with that Nathan spared one final unsympathetic look the frightened girl's way and left through the doorway, metal door slamming shut behind him. Ariel quickly focused her attention back on the rotten toothed man as he slowly made his way over to her bed, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his pants.

"On your knees girl." It was the first real words the man spoke. His voice was gritty and horse. Ariel was terrified and almost didn't comply, that is, until she heard the voice of Nathan saying, "…if she fights you, just pop her one…" and Justine telling her fighting will only make it worst. She looked up at the man, who was staring at her with impatience, fist balled. She quickly got out of the bed and stood in front of the man. "I said, on your knees. Now." He growled out. Ariel complied as she kept her head hung low. She missed the smirk on the man's mouth. "That's a good girl." He snickered. Ariel glanced up in time to see him reach down in his pants and pull something out his underthings. Her eyes widened as she recalled Justine's description of a man's private parts. She called it a pes? Pinis? Penis. She called it a penis, but said men liked it when they referred to it as a 'cock'. The man stared at her, waiting. "Well? Don't just stare at it, put it in your fuckin' mouth whore." Whore, that was another word Justine had explained to her. She said that she'd be called a whore more then she'd be called by her own name. When Ariel still failed to comply the man grunted and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her mouth down on his throbbing member.

That night, Ariel cried herself to sleep on the floor, curled up into a ball as she tried to rid her mouth of the vile taste of the strange man's seed.

The rest of the week had only gotten worst. Things she had never imagined could happen to her happened. Men force their 'cocks' down her throat and repeatedly thrusted, chocking the girl and making her gag as tears fell from her eyes. They'd stick their members between her legs and begin to move in and out at a force that would have the girl silent screaming in pain. Some of the men would be much rougher with her than necessary and they'd pull her hair, whispering obscenities in her ear as they pounded into her.

She didn't know how much more she could take.

Six years passed and Ariel had long given up hope of escape or a rescue. The other girls had told her she should have done as much. The redhead was so broken at this point that she began to fell absolutely nothing. Sure it still hurt her when the men pushed in a little too hard, or flipped her over and took her from behind, but the emotional and mental pain that use to come along with such acts, no longer came. Ariel now sat in her room, staring out the barred window at then sun shining brightly. She bitterly turned away from its light. This was all the sun's fault. It tricked her into thinking the world of man was a bright happy place. It deceived her into wanting to walk in its rays, and frolic in its light. It lied to her, making her believe its heat was like a warm embrace. She despised the sun. She hated the world of men. She wanted nothing more to be back in her watery kingdom where she was treated like the treasured princess she was, not a common bitch for men to stick their penis's into for a quick release. Ariel's head turned towards the door when she heard it open. Who was entering her room? It wasn't time for the brothel to open yet, and Nathan wasn't there today, he was out, searching for more victims. The smallest ghost of a smile crossed her lips when she saw Justine enter. Justine was the only real light in this dark Hades of a place. The brunette was always there for her after the final John of the night had left. They'd stay up for hours, Ariel crying in her arms, and Justine shushing her. Justine even spent a great amount of time teaching the young redhead how to use sign language. There had been a girl in there before Ariel who was born deaf and had taught the brunette how to sign. The two young women spent hours signing back and forth. They'd talk about everything and nothing. The only time they wouldn't sign was around Nathan or his father. They didn't know the girls knew how to sign, and Ariel prayed to Zeus that they never found out. When Nathan had caught one of the illiterate girl's learning how to read and write, he had called them all into the main lounge and stripped the girl bare, beating her with a wooden can wrapped in wire. They were all forced to stand there and watch as the girl begged and plead for help and mercy. The wired cane had caught her in the eye, ripping it out the socket. Till this day her scars and eye patch serve as a reminder to all the girl's there. Learning is bad. Fucking is good.

"Hello sweetie, I thought I'd drop in, my shift starts in a little while." Justine said to Ariel as she entered and closed the door behind her. "I'm happy to see you. Come over here." Ariel signed out. Justine smiled and sat on Ariel's bed watching the girl turn back to the window. "What's wrong love? Besides the usual of course." Justine tried to joke. Ariel wasn't in the joking mood. She never was these days. "I miss my home." She signed, sighing soundlessly. "You mean your home in your kingdom under the sea?" Justine clarified. Ariel had told the brunette her story. At first the girl had though Ariel was joking around, then she saw the serious expression on the girl's face. Justine knew how important delusions or imaginations could be to people in this place, so she just smiled sadly at the girl and played along. Ariel nodded her head and Justine sighed. "Well, at least you have a home to miss. I can barely remember those scumbags I have the misfortune of calling parents. If I ever got out of here I'd…" she trailed off, sighing again. Escaping had been something Justine and Ariel had spent many sleepless nights talking about. They dreamed of leaving this labyrinth of sin and debauchery, and starting a new life. One far away from here. Of course it was always just idle talk, just dreams. Ariel jumped from her seat and crouched down in front of Justine, startling the girl.

"Let's do it." Ariel signed to the brunette in front of her. Justine blushed slightly. "D-do what?" she stuttered out. "Leave. Leave this place. Let's do it." She signed, grabbing the girl's hands in her own. Justine looked away a bit in slight disappointment. "We can't escape here. You know that." she said quietly. Ariel released her hands and signed back desperately. "Yes we can! You know this place like the back of your hand. You've been here for years! You know every door, every window, and every escape route! Please Justine. I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to die here." Justine thought over what Ariel was saying. She did know every route in this place, she knew some even Nathan wasn't aware of.

"But it's not that simple Ariel." Justine was now signing, scared someone might overhear their conversation. "We can't just walk out the door. What about Nathan? His father? Huh? And if by some miracle we do make it out alive, what then? We have no money, no place to go, we don't even have identities. How are we going to make it?" She tried to make the redhead see sense. Ariel stare the brunette in the eyes and signed back. "As long as I'm free with you, it doesn't matter what happens to us out there." Justine sighed heavily. "Okay." She finally signed back after a few minutes. "Okay, let's do it, but first we need a plan."

****ARIEL****

The plan was simple.

Ariel shyly knocked on Nathan's office door. "Enter." He stated around a mouthful of apple. Ariel opened the door and timidly stepped through the threshold of the office. Nathan sat forward and eyed her angrily. "What the bloody fuck are you doing out of your room? Huh? You got fuckin' clients yeah? Get the fuck out of here and go back to your fuckin' cage." He shouted at her. Ariel flinched a bit but was not deterred. She pretended closed the door behind her, making sure to keep it slightly open, and slowly turned back around as she began making her way over to the fuming blonde. She stopped in front of his chair as Nathan stared at her in slight confusion. "What the-" Ariel quickly cut him off, placing a long, slim finger on his chapped lips, her eyes lingered a bit on the key around his neck. She felt his breathe hitch a bit and smiled down seductively at the man. Ariel gently lowered herself down on her knees in front Nathan's chair. She looked up and smiled almost sheepishly at him. She could now see the desire in his eyes. It made her want to vomit. She hid her disgust of him by biting down on her lower lip. The blonde man continued to stare down at her as she slowly ran a hand up his leg. Her hand finally reached its destination and stopped, rubbing the spot where she could feel a bulge. She looked up to see Nathan's breathing increasing more and more. She began rubbing faster at the growing bulge in his tight trousers, as she continued to stare him in the eye. When she placed her hand on the zipper and bit her lip again, she could hear him release the tiniest of whimpers. Slowly, she unzipped the trousers, smirking when she heard a groan of relief from the scumbag in front of her as his little friend was given more room to grow. She took the shaft of his manhood in her hands and looked up at him.

"Oh God, don't tease me woman. Get to it then." He groaned out. Ariel nodded and began to take his member in her mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure and dropped the apple to the floor. It landed with a hard thud next to Ariel. She continued to suck him off, mind drifting to happier times as it often did in these situations. She tried to ignore the churning felling in her gut. She was sucking the cock of the man who kidnaped her and damned her to a life of whoring and pain. She winced we she felt him grab the back of her head and start pushing in harder and faster. "Yeah, you like that don't ya. You couldn't get enough of me the first time? Yeah, I knew you was a little whore when I seen you wonderin' round those streets. You were meant to be here. Right here. Down on your fuckin' knees, sucking my cock. And the best part is, no one's gonna come lookin' for ya, so you're mine forever. This is your home now." He spat out as he pushed harder. Ariel tried to ignore his words, tried to keep going, but she couldn't help the water building up in her eyes. She wouldn't stay here forever. She couldn't. She looked up past the tears in her eyes and saw that Nathan's were closed. He was so busy muttering insults to Ariel, he didn't hear the door open and a cloaked figure slip in. He moaned loudly and threw his head back as he was brought closer and closer to the edge.

"That's right slut, you're mine forever. Mine. And don't you ever forg-" he was stopped midsentence when she felt a sharp pain shoot across his neck. He felt wetness began to down his shirt and brought a hand neck. He slowly removed it and looked at the red staining his fingers in confusion. He then looked back up to see Ariel standing next to the cloaked figure holding his master key in their fingers. The person removed the hood and his eye widened at the sight. "J-Jus-Justine. You f-fuckin' bitch…" he rasped out as he fell onto the floor, both hands clutching at his throat. Blood continued to run freely over his hands and onto the floor. Justine held the key and a rusty knife she got from one of the kitchen girls tightly and grabbed Ariel's hand with her other one, tugging it to get the girl's attention. "Come on Ariel let's go! We need to get out of here before his thugs come." Ariel nodded and they both turned to leave. The redhead stopped at in the doorway, turning around and hurrying back over to the bloody piece of shit on the ground. "Ariel what are you doing?" Justine asked in panic and confusion. They needed to get going now. Ariel quickly bent down and began searching through the blonde pimp's pockets. She pulled out a small satchel and checked it. Ten gold pieces. She then hurried over to the draws and rummaged through them. She found another satchel, this one much bigger, and pulled it out. She tossed them both to Justine who barely managed to catch them. Ariel looked down at her kidnapper and enslaver. He looked up at her, trying to beg the girl for help, but couldn't form the words. The redhead lent down and spit in his face, smiling happily as ran back to Justine's side and the two quickly made their way out of the office.

"Okay, keep your head down low, on this next right there should be a door that leads down to the basement. From there we can escape though the tunnels." Justine whispered. Ariel nodded in understanding and clutched Justine tighter. The brunette had found a bunch of old discarded clothes and had thrown together an outfit to look like one of their male patrons. Although she was skinny, she was fairly tall, and as long as she kept her cloak up, she could pass as scrawny man looking for a good time. They nervously weaved through the guards as Ariel played her part of doting whore. She grabbed on to Justine, pretending like the girl was one of her regulars. She rubbed her arm and grabbed at her wait. Justine swallowed hard but continued walking like she was use to this sort of thing. Finally they began to approach the door. Just as she was about to open it, she heard a deep voice call for her to stop.

"Hey you! Wait just a minute buddy!" one of the guards yelled. Both Justine and Ariel both stopped in their tracks, exchanging panic looks at each other. The guard stepped closer to the two, staring them down. "Do you think I'm stupid? Did you think I wouldn't noticed?" He said, circling the two as he sized them up. He stopped in front of Justine and bent down to whisper in her hood covered ear. "You ain't foolin' me." He said then leaned back up. "I know you ain't 18 kid. You ain't old enough to be in here. But I'll tell you what, if you slide me a little extra coin, I won't say nothin'." He said slyly, looking around to make sure his boss wasn't near. Both Justine and Ariel sighed in relief as the brunette wordlessly nodded her head and reached in her pocket for Nathan's change purse. Thank God Ariel had thought to steal it. She emptied its contents in the guard's filthy hands. "Whoa, big spender here. You must really wanna fuck. Well enjoy my friend, trust me, this little cutie's a tight one." He said with a wink, grabbing Ariel's chin for a second, then letting it go. Justine fumed but kept her composure. She bowed her head in thanks and watched as the guard turned to leave.

They finally made it to the door and smiled at each other as they slipped the key through the lock, opening the large metal door. As they made it through the threshold, they heard the sound of another door slamming open. Nathan staggered out of his office, covered in blood and one hand clutching his injured throat, while he use the other to point in the direction the two girls left. "St stop the-m! Th-ey're es-es-escaping!" he rasped as two of his guards ran to his side. The guard that had just finished talking to them quickly turned back around, pulling out his pistol. "Hey, stop you two! Here they're over here!" he called out to the other guards. Justine looked at Ariel. "RUN!" she yelled and the two took off down the dark corridors of the basement. They could hear the loud thumping of the guards boots on the cement ground as they took chase after them. "Stop! I swear I'll shoot!" A guard yelled out. Justine gripped Ariel's hand tighter. "Keep moving, we're almost there!" she told the redhead. Ariel nodded even though she knew the other woman couldn't see her. "This is you last warning! Halt or I will open fire!" The same guard yelled. They continued to run. Finally both girl's saw a literal light at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight shined through the holes in the old wooden door that led to the outside. For the first time in years Ariel had found hope in the sun's rays again. Justine smiled widely as they approached the door. Suddenly they're ears were filled with the sound of gun fire. Two of the guards had open fire just as they reached the wooden door. The guards stopped to try and hurry and reload their weapons with gunpowder. Justine swiftly unlocked the door and continued to run, not slowing for a second. She noticed a large brown horse standing by one of the regular patrons. She felt Ariel's grip tighten and she threw over her shoulder, "Don't worry, I got this!" She couldn't see Ariel shake her head and wince in pain. The man saw them approaching and frowned in confusion. "Hey aren't you-" he was cut short by a hard right hook to the face. The man fell to the ground and Justine hurriedly helped Ariel onto the horse. "Hurry!" she told the redhead as she saw the man staggering back to his feet and the guards bursting through the wooden door.

"Stop them!" One of the guards yelled. The man was still dazed and by the time the ringing in his ears stopped, Justine had already climbed behind Ariel on the horse. She kicked the beast and it began to race away. Soon the yells of the guards and the man's horse they stole began to fade. Justine looked back to see no one behind her and laughed in glee. "Look Ariel! We did it! We're free, love!" she said excitedly. When Ariel didn't respond by nodding or acknowledging her, she looked down at the girl. "Ariel? Did you hear me? We're free! We can go wherever we want!" It was now that the brunette felt the wetness on her hands. She brought one of the, to her face and gasped at the sight of blood. She looked down and saw a large red spot forming on Ariel's dress. There was a hole in the fabric right where the abdomen was. "Oh God! Ariel! Ariel, stay with me! We're going to get you some help. Alright? Ju- just stay with me!" she cried out as she raced towards town. Ariel weakly nodded and Justine urged the horse to go faster. Truth be told she had no idea where she was going. She hadn't seen the light of day since she was six years old. She didn't remember which way town was, or if there was even a town close by. But she hoped.

One hour later and Justine was beginning to lose that hope. She tried to keep Ariel awake and alert by talking to her. Telling her old stories, telling her about the wonderful life they were going to have now that they were free. Finally she saw the first signs of a town. Justine instantly perked up as she excitedly shook Ariel. "Look! Look Ariel! We're here! We're going to get you some hel-" she stopped talking when she felt Ariel grab her arm. She looked down to see the redhead smiling up at her weakly. The young mermaid softly shook her head. "Take me to the beach?" she signed. Justine shook her head. "No. No, I- we're going to get you help. We-" Ariel once again interrupted her by gently placing a finger on her lips. "Please. It's too late for that. Just take me to the beach. I would love to see the sea again." The redhead signed. It was accompanied by a silent cough and blood spilling from her lips. "Okay." Justine whispered in the girl's ear as she took off towards the smell of salt. She soon reached the beach. Jumping off the horse, she carefully removed Ariel from the steed. Justine gently cradled the redhead in her arms as she carried her closer to the water. Waves teased the land as the tide hit the sandy beach and retreated back into its home. Slowly, she laid the redhead on the wet sand. She watched as the girl's eyes lit up in happiness at the feel of the water crashing against her body. Justine was trying her hardest to hold back tears but couldn't keep the one tear from falling. Ariel looked back at Justine and smile lightly. "Don't be sad. Look, this is my home." She signed and then gestured to the water. She coughed again and her eyes began to drift shut. "Thank you. Thank you so much Justine. I would have given up on living long ago if it weren't for you. You're the only friend I've ever had in this world. I love you." Her signing was becoming sloppy and sluggish now. More tears began to fall from Justine's eyes as Ariel turned back towards the sea. "I'm home." She mouthed as her eyes closed and she took in her last breath.

AN: I may write an epilogue for this, but not now. I'm working on the next chapter. I hope you all like it, review, follow, or fav. Review or P.M. me for any comments or suggestions you have on the story.

And just so you know, the stories are only going to get darker and more gruesome from here. So...yeah…