Witch

Witch, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.

Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.

Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.

Beta: pendragginink, the greatest beta in all fanfic history! ThankYouThankYouTHANKYOU!!!!!

NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???

A/N: Notes to anyone who took Jack’s reference to the Bible seriously: The word in the Bible that was actually used in Greek was AGAPE…which is actually a love for your fellow human being (http://www.christiancourier.com/archives/agape.htm). Jack purposefully changed it to EROS…physical love (sex). Don’t worry. The Bible doesn’t condone what priests have done for centuries (and don’t think it hasn’t…and nuns too…they’ve found evidence for both – like basements of convents fairly filled with dead babies/fetuses from the nuns, or the ivory crucifixes that had dildos hidden inside them). I’m not trying to pull anyone’s chain with those last statements either. Oh. In case you’re wondering. I have nothing against Catholics. I have something against the Spanish Inquisition, the Witch Trials of 1692, and all of the atrocities performed in the name of their deity, no matter what religion (like the nutburger who stoned her kids to death recently in Texas because God told her to). *stepping off soap box…*

Yakkorat: Where can I find “Echoes?” I’d love to read it.

Pendragginink: I love you. You’re the greatest!

VanaE: First, see the first A/N…beyond that and specifically toward the comment that the BOM states that it’s evil…both the BOM and the Bible (other than Solomon, who had a Pagan wife and an open mind…I’m surprised that he made it through the culling of the Bible by the Church) somehow decided that the ONLY good reason to have sex is to have children. I disagree…emphatically…you might say RELIGIOUSLY… And personally, I don’t believe Jesus thought so either.

Watermage: I’m Discordian (Hail Eris!). How could I NOT deal with it?

Mel: I eat fire. *stepping back on soap box…* However, I can’t imagine a so-called “Good Christian™” (read, Fundamentalist, Pastor-fearing, Bible-thumping, spoon-fed sheep—not merely those who follow the teachings of Christ) reading this kind of fic (slash) in the first place…after all, the very thought of “sodomy” should scare them away. If not, I have an arsenal of historical facts (and a beta who’s an historian and anthropologist) with which to hit them in the face. Religious intolerance and slavery (call them both unequal treatment of human beings) are two of my favorite things to attack (see my other fics for what I do to slavery…especially “The Makings of a Pirate”). *stepping back off soap box…* So let them send their flames. I’ve found flames from pinheads are no more than flint sparks anyway. Oh…and the secret? I tend to write more when I receive ANY kind of reviews…so their so-called “flames” will feed my plot bunnies just fine…

A/N: Ok, here’s the smut chapter you were waiting for. More later, but here’s a “taste” for you…

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Chapter 8 – First Step

As the shore leave and repairs in Tortuga dragged out to four weeks, Jack was in quite high spirits. He could eat and drink anything he wanted, and although he was still taking the laudanum, it wasn’t very much or very often. His leg was propped up high on pillows, and he was sitting up more often each day.

At the familiar knock at the door, Jack yelled for the doctor to enter. Both he and the doctor were smiling. After being leeched every three days, having his foot strangled by the corset and not being allowed out of bed, Jack was more than ready for the next stage of his recovery. As the doctor removed the corset, both men grinned. Jack’s foot was a far lighter shade of blue, and Jack managed to make it move slightly. Tim removed the stitches, and deposited maggots along the now healing scar, counting them as he went. Jack watched as the little white worm-like critters ate any dead tissue they found. They finished and the doctor removed them.

Dr. Abernathy brought over some of Jack’s clothes, and helped the pirate put them on. Then he produced a very large boot that had straps at the top. Once he put Jack’s foot back into the corset, he put the foot gently into the boot. He handed Jack a normal looking left boot, which the pirate donned, grinning. When the doctor produced crutches, Jack grabbed them as a man dying of thirst would grab a jug of water. Tim helped Jack to his foot and crutches. Jack hissed as he held his right foot up by the knee, then eased it to the floor with help from the doctor.

The door to the deck opened. Jack and the doctor were joined by Anamaria, Gibbs, and Will, who all stood along the wall, watching Jack as he took his first step. As he put some weight on the foot, his breath hitched.

“Where does it hurt the most?”

“I’d say along the side of the foot and ankle, mostly, but the top of the foot is pretty high up on the list.”

“What about near the knee?”

“No, that part’s fine. It’s just gettin’ used to the extra weight that I’ll have to deal with. And tryin’ not to put too much weight on it so that it doesn’t bend.”

Will grinned. “No need to worry about either of those, Jack. Each golden bone has a steel core to give it extra strength. It can’t rust because it’s completely encased in the gold. And the doctor had me make small springs like those used in a carriage for your heel, so you shouldn’t worry about that either.”

Jack grinned, showing his gold teeth. “No worries then.” He took a tentative step, leaving most of his weight on the crutches. They could tell he was in pain, but no more sounds came from the stubborn old pirate as he made his way across the cabin deck, grinning ear to ear. As he reached the door, the small group along the wall applauded. He tried to bow, and fell into Will’s arms. Will helped him back onto his crutches and turned him around. “Back to bed, old man.”

“But I want to go outside and feel the sun and the breeze on my face.”

Tim smiled. “You can do that after I’ve adjusted the skin on your back.”

“Doctor, are ye sure that you don’t enjoy inflictin’ pain? I can’t think or see straight for hours after ye do that to me.”

“I should be finished this time. You don’t want to go through life in the bandages. A man needs skin on his back; his WHOLE back.

Anamaria and Gibbs congratulated Jack on his walk and left. Will watched Jack slowly make his way to the bed, remove his shirt, grab the laudanum bottle, and take a rather large swig from it.

The doctor came over, removed the bandages and some odd-looking green leaves, and wiped the leftovers of an ugly poultice from around Jack’s torso before Jack could fall over. He moved Jack onto his stomach, lifting his feet onto the bed.

Will looked at Jack’s back and hissed. “What on earth are you doing to him, doctor?”

Jack’s back looked like the victim of a monstrous experiment. The skin had apparently been stretched to its tightest, and looked like a honeycomb of small wounds. Most were scabbed and healing. There was a half-inch line from the left shoulder blade to the left hip where there was no skin where most of the leaves and poultice had been. The gap seemed to have been fairly laced like a corset with heavy threads holding the skin in place.

Dr. Abernathy poured some foul smelling clear liquor into the open area and wiped it out completely, removing the rest of the poultice, then added one hundred of maggots to eat out anything that didn’t belong. When they were done, he cleaned them out, carefully counting them back into the jar. Starting at the bottom of the wound, he pulled the skin tight. It met the skin on the other side, and the doctor stitched it there. Will was sure Jack’s skin would pop if anyone touched it. It just looked WRONG that tight, and he mentioned it to the doctor.

“Oh, it’s tight, but skin stretches. He needs to be careful with it for at least a couple more weeks. Will, when I started on his back, he had a four-inch gap where there was no skin. The skin has finally stretched enough to close it completely. He’ll be fine.

He finished closing Jack’s back and put a poultice and a bunch of thick leaves that he’d slit open lengthwise on it, wrapping a new bandage around Jack’s torso.

“So the bandage isn’t for his ribs anymore?”

“Not really. They’re probably still tender, and the bandage WILL help, but that’s just an added benefit.”

What are the leaves? I thought you were a man of science?”

“A man who accepts the new and throws away the old is a very ignorant man. There are reasons that the old medicines were used. I’ve always accepted those which had evidence of working, and am willing to try any that I find. Those were aloe leaves. Their juice helps the area heal MUCH faster, and the leaves themselves help keep the area damp and supple.”

The doctor and Will both turned Jack over. He had a very serene look on his sleeping face; for once sleeping peacefully with no nightmares. Will only wished that Jack could sleep that way without the laudanum. “Doctor, Jack seems to remember the entire ordeal now. Why is he still being tormented by the nightmares?”

Dr. Abernathy watched the sleeping form. “I don’t really know. Has he spoken to you of what happened?”

“No. He keeps it to himself in general. Just like the rest of his life.”

“Then I suspect that may be the problem. Try to get him to talk about it. Just make sure he knows that telling you about it could help banish the nightmares.”

“I’ll try that. Thank you doctor. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.” Will strode out of the cabin.

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“So how many will be there tonight?”

“Nigh on twenty, Captain Turner, with at least fifty others waiting for news of what happens. Most including myself would rather it were in a neutral location, and some refuse to meet otherwise, even though you’ve always been an honorable man.”

“Because of Jack’s present condition, I thought it would be a good idea to have it aboard the Pearl, Captain Blandings.”

The pirate captain raised an eyebrow. “Then Jack IS still alive? As you’ve been in port for the last four weeks without hide nor hair of him, many of the folk around here feared that you’d killed him and taken complete control of the Pearl.” He shrugged.

Will grinned. “You don’t know us very well then. No, he’s finally feeling up to company, and I want to give him a get well gift that he’ll never forget.”

“Well, this will do it, that’s for sure.” Captain Blandings drained his mug and left the tavern.

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By three o’clock that afternoon, the deck of the Pearl was cleaned up and fairly shone. Tables had been arranged into a banquet formation around the main deck, and servers had been picked from among the crew. The rest of the crew had orders to remain below decks unless fighting broke out. Ragetti, the ship’s cook, was quite busy making food fit for kings for at least fifty people, as Will wasn’t sure if they’d be bringing their first mates or not.

Will walked into the Captain’s cabin with a rather large box that he’d brought back from town. Jack was sitting at his desk, reading, his foot up on a pillow on an extra chair. As Will brought the box in, Jack looked up, curious. “What ye got there, luv?”

Will grinned. “The first part of a rather extensive get well gift.” He brought the box over and put it on the desk. “Go on, open it.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

“I want to see your reaction.”

When jack opened the box, his eyes went wide. There was a whole new set of clothes, complete with boots and hat. Everything was black, including a brand new hat with a big, fluffy, black feather. All but the breeches and greatcoat were silk, and it all felt like it were fit for a king. Will could see that Jack had a tear in his eye as he held up the beautiful greatcoat. “It’s beautiful, Will. I’ve never worn such fine clothes before. What’s the occasion?”

“I’ve invited some friends over for a bit of a dinner party, and I thought we’d impress them.”

Jack frowned. “Friends? What friends? I haven’t got any. And the only friends you have are in Port Royal, and I somehow doubt that you’d invite Commodore and Mrs. Norrington to a party here in Tortuga OR on the Pearl.”

Will laughed. “No, not the Commodore. I’ve invited some of the other pirate captains that were in the area. They’re all curious about how you’re feeling.”

Jack mumbled to himself. “Probably to see if I’m dying or dead…” Aloud, he said, “lad, that batch of cutthroats would kill each other if ye got too many of them together at once. How many will be at this ‘party?’”

“Twenty have accepted the invitation.”

“Sweet Jesus in a jolly boat! Lad, twenty pirate captains in the same place is more volatile than a powder magazine bein’ watched by a dragon with the sniffles, if ye catch my drift. So how do ye keep them from carving each other up? Or us, for that matter?”

“I’ve got some of our best men standing in as servers, and the rest of the crew is armed and ready below decks in case there is any trouble. But I doubt there will be. Now, we have about four hours till they get here, and I want you ready for them.” He helped Jack up and walked him to the bed. “Now lie down.”

“I thought ye wanted me to get ready for the gathering.”

“I do. Lie down. We’ve four hours, and you’re tense. I can tell.” He helped Jack onto the bed, laying him down on his back, slipping his shirt off. Next came the boots, though he left the corset on Jack’s right foot. The toes were almost back to normal size, being a pretty pinkish/violet color. Will kissed them one at a time, and Jack smiled.

“I don’t think I’ll have any tension left when you’re done with me, whelp.” Will took the big toe in his mouth and began licking around it. Jack mewled, leaning his head back. “It’s been too long.”

Will made his way from the big toe to the pinky toe, licking and suckling gently on each as Jack continued to mewl and started to wiggle a bit. He could see the bulge develop through Jack’s breeches, and moved to the other foot. As he took the big toe into his mouth, he tickled the bottom of Jack’s foot, to which Jack started to moan. As he moved up the calf with his hands, he began licking and suckling on the bottom of Jack’s foot, which had Jack rock hard and pitching a tent in his breeches. Will smiled, and stood up. He untied Jack’s beeches and removed them. Jack’s manhood bounced out of the breeches and waved tantalizingly at the young man. But Will had other ideas. He looked at Jack’s face, and Jack smiled at him. Will slowly, seductively removed his own clothes, starting with his boots and stockings, then his shirt, and finally his breeches. Jack started to reach for him, but Will batted his hand away. “This is for YOU, Jack.” He crawled back onto the bed and lifted Jack’s good leg slightly, licking the under knee area, which had Jack moaning loudly. “Jack, if any of this starts to hurt you, let me know and I’ll stop.”

“Whelp, if you stop, hurt or not, I’ll gut you. I’ve missed this too much to let a little pain get in the way. Now get back to work before I take ye over my knee!”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Will leaned in and kissed the older man deeply, sliding his tongue into Jack’s mouth, tasting rum, with a slight touch of laudanum. “Jack, when was your last dose of laudanum?”

“About an hour ago, but it was but a drop. This laudanum that the doctor gave me seems stronger than what I’ve had afore. I REALLY don’t like the way it makes me feel, but my foot was actin’ up again.” He pulled Will down to kiss him and let his tongue move in, exploring Will’s mouth, battling for dominance as Will pressed back.

When they finally broke the kiss, Will brought his hand down to Jack’s sac, while dragging his tongue down Jack’s neck to his shoulder and down the inside of his arm, causing Jack to moan and to move slightly under Will’s ministrations, his member hard, with a shiny pearl of precum at the slit. Will moved his mouth down to Jack’s hand, and slipped Jack’s pinky finger into his mouth, sucking gently, letting his tongue move about it, enticing Jack’s moans to grow louder. He slowly moved on to the next finger, keeping his tongue in contact with the older man’s hand all the way. He removed his other hand from Jack’s sac, and began exploring his hipbone, tickling as he went.

Jack couldn’t believe it. He’d always loved when Will sucked and played with his hands and feet, but the feeling this time seemed somehow enhanced, and he was very close to completion with no direct stimulation. /Must be the laudanum./ “Whelp, you’re undoing me too quickly. Slow down!”

Will grinned widely. “I guess I DO know something about enjoying the torment of others, eh Jack?” He took Jack’s middle finger completely into his mouth and licked the underside of where the finger meets the hand.

Jack was beginning to pant. He was trying SO hard not to cum, but the boy’s mouth was truly too gifted. “Yes! Yes ye do! PLEEE-AAAAAACH!” Jack spilled hard onto his own chest and belly.

Will smiled and kept sucking his finger, nibbling gently at the knuckles and licking around the base. He pulled the finger from his lips. “I love you, Captain Sparrow.” He kissed Jack’s fingers slowly and gently.

Jack was quite out of breath, and his manhood had not wilted despite his release. “Yes, Whelp…and I love ye too…my bonny Captain Turner.” He could barely move from the strength tapped out of him by his orgasm. “Please…try not…to kill…this tired…ol’ pirate…all right?”

Will chuckled. “Jack?”

“Yes, my sweet William?”

“Prepare to die, old man.” His eye glinted evilly as he smiled at Jack. He sat Jack’s hand down and moved between his legs, lifting the uninjured leg into a position that let Jack rest on his side. He reached below the mattress and procured the bottle of rose oil that they’d always used, and liberally coated his fingers. He slid the first digit into Jack, massaging his hip with his other hand, and began moving the finger around, touching off white spots in Jack’s vision as he dragged his finger across Jack’s sweet spot. Jack moaned. Will gently pushed another finger inside Jack, massaging the sweet spot directly, his fingers moving in small circles right on it. Jack squirmed and moaned loudly, his hips bucking. His mind was quite lost on the sensation. Will suddenly pulled them out and laid down in back of him. He positioned his member at Jack’s entrance and glided it inside, reaching over Jack’s waist and taking Jack’s manhood in his hand, stroking it. He began giving Jack gentle kisses on his shoulders, avoiding the bandage covering most of his back. Jack was not much more than a quivering mass of jelly as he strained to keep himself conscious through the over stimulation to his extra sensitive body, but Will was continuing to undo him further.

Finally, as Jack’s body succumbed to Will’s attentions, cumming all over Will’s hand and a good portion of the bed in front of him, his mind succumbed to the pleasures that assailed him, blackness taking him even as he heard Will scream in completion inside of him.

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TBC