Give Me Vengeance If Not Love

SIXTEEN
I opened the door to find several wicked looking men staring at me. I recognized them immediately… they had killed my husband and my son. I tried to close the door but it was too late. They stormed into the house grabbing me in the process.

"Hello slave," the captain said.

I screamed and began to fight them as they tore at my clothes and dragged me upstairs to the bedroom.

They had me and Jack was locked in the bathroom, not that I expected him to help me. I was pinned down; one of the men held my wrists another held my legs down. "Let me go, please," I begged.

The captain loomed over me with his cutlass in his hand. "Ye left so quickly love," he smiled. It was an ugly wicked smile.

I sobbed and writhed beneath the hands that held me down.

"We weren't finished with ye love," the captain growled.

"Get away from her," Jack's voice growled from the bedroom doorway.

The captain turned, "Sparrow?"

"Aye, and that is my slave now," Jack growled.

The captain laughed wickedly, "Yer not one of us Sparrow, she's just another cunt to ye," he replied.

"Perhaps I've changed hey," Jack quipped.

"She has to die Sparrow… she knows too much," the captain said seriously.

"And when I've finished with her I fully intend to take care of her, but I'm not finished," Jack sneered.

I was breathless at what was happening; these pirates were now fighting over my body as two dogs would fight over a bone. I yelped when the captain turned to me, "Prove it Sparrow," he growled.

"Prove what," Jack asked.

"That yer one of us," the captain growled.

"And how do ye expect me to do that," Jack asked.

"Hurt her," the captain said glaring down at me.

I gasped. Jack had good reason to want to hurt me, would he take advantage of this situation to get back at me for what I'd done to him? I closed my eyes and whimpered.

"Open yer eyes wench," Jack growled at me.

My eyes sprang open and I found myself looking up into the eyes of the man I'd beaten and humiliated… he looked angry. I closed my eyes again and he slapped me, "I said open yer eyes," he growled. I looked up at him again and let my eyes plead for help… it didn't seem like I was getting through to him.

SEVENTEEN
Jack hated what he was doing and what he knew he was going to have to do, but if he wavered or showed any hesitation he and Gabrielle both were as good as dead. Jack knew the man, Captain Jonas Mouldare and his crew of miscreants had crossed paths but they were in no way, shape or form, birds of a feather. Jack decided that he would not call the man by his name and hopefully Gabrielle would think if he didn't know him they could not possibly be one of a kind. But the bastard had called Jack by his name so he figured he was screwed. Gabrielle would want to kill him for sure after he saved her life! Jack could only hope things would turn out better then things were looking at the present time. The look in her eyes said she thought he would surely kill her. The drugs were making him woozy still but they were wearing off. Jack hoped his body would not betray him.

"I'm not accustomed to an audience," Jack growled at Mouldare.

"What's wrong can't get it up boy," Mouldare laughed. The crew joined in with him.

"I didn't say that… just need a moment," Jack quipped.

"Would ye like the crew to help ye." Mouldare asked.

"That won't be necessary," Jack assured him and began to undress. He watched Gabrielle who was writhing and struggling hard against the hands that held her down. Jack looked at the crew and Mouldare with a smirk, "She loves me," he said. The crew and Mouldare laughed again. Jack looked at Gabrielle intently, "Turn her over," he said.

Gabrielle whimpered. "No… please," she protested in vain as she was roughly put onto her stomach.

"Someone give me yer belt," Jack snapped.

One of the crewmembers unbuckled his and handed it to Jack. Jack shoved it into her mouth… he feared she would start pleading with him and say something that would give his true reason for being there away thereby giving Mouldare reason to kill them both. "Let her go," Jack said pulling the belt snuggly around her head. Gabrielle went up on her hands and knees because Jack pulled her as a horse's head with reins, the belt fitting cruelly like a bit. She cried and would have tried to get away but she knew it would only make the belt tighter if she did. Jack let go of the belt and took her hair, "Look at em love, watch them watch me fuck ye," he growled angrily. He was angry… he did not like stooping to this level. These are the ones you wanted to get revenge on not me, he thought bitterly to himself.

Gabrielle screamed from behind the belt and was breathing in rapid gasps, "Don't get all worked up yet love, I've not begun," Jack quipped and once again the room broke loose in laughter.

EIGHTEEN
I looked at the men who had killed my husband and son trying to convince myself this wasn't happening, wake up, oh god please let me wake up and this just be some horribly real dream, I prayed. But when Jack took hold of my hips and sank his cock into my anus deep and quick, causing me pain so intense I saw spots of white before my eyes I knew I was not dreaming and I was not waking up. In fact I thought, if I passed out I would probably be dead before I could wake up again. And to think I almost believed him when he had said he wasn't one of them but Mouldare knew his name. But Jack didn't seem to know his or if he did he was being very cautious not to use it. Again and again Jack drove himself deep into me and I screamed. The crew laughed. Please let me die… don't let me feel any more of this pain, I prayed.

"I guess I misjudged ye Sparrow," Mouldare was saying after Jack spilled his seed over my back and onto my buttocks. I collapsed on the bed face first and then the world went black.

Jack removed the belt from the unconscious woman's mouth. "And when I'm finished with her I'll take care of her, dead women tell no tales either mate," Jack panted.

"Very well Sparrow we'll leave ye two alone," Mouldare said with a satisfied grin and turned and left the room. The crew followed him out of the room and out of the house.

Jack held his breath and didn't move until he was sure he and Gabrielle were indeed alone. When he let out his breath he looked down at the carnage he'd caused and his stomach rolled. Blood seemed to be everywhere… his seed and her blood had mingled and spread all over her back and buttocks… even his cock was bloodied. He quickly went back into the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He then took a clean wash clothe and did the same to her. "Please forgive me," he whispered as he picked her up and held her in his arms for a moment. He then pulled back the bedclothes and put her to bed. He then decided he would run her a proper bath as he doubted she would be out for very long.

NINETEEN
I woke up alone. My body trembled and I knew I was probably bleeding. I pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself before getting up. My legs were feeling unstable so gingerly I walked toward the door. Jack had brutalized me and was gone. Or was he? I gasped for at that moment the bedroom door opened and I found myself face to face with Jack.

"Elle," he said breathlessly.

He was fully dressed but I backed up quickly just the same. Too quickly it would seem as I found myself on my all ready very painful ass. I crawled back as I held the blanket around me tightly. "No, no, please… no more, please no more," I whimpered helplessly.

Jack held out his hand, "Elle… I'm not going to hurt ye love," he coaxed as if he were speaking to a frightened animal. He took a step closer.

I curled up into a ball and hid my face in the blanket. He would come and get me, I was doomed. I trembled uncontrollably and waited for the end.

"I ran ye a bath love," Jack's voice said and I looked up startled. He smiled slightly, "Come I'll help ye into the tub," he said softly.

I looked at his outstretched hand and shrank back, "You'll hurt me," I squeaked.

"Nay love… I didn't want to hurt ye earlier… but had I not we both would have been killed," he whispered and came to kneel beside me. "I'm not going to hurt ye, I swear on pain of death," he purred.

I was at his mercy… he was loose and could play the proverbial cat to my frightened mouse. Would he mislead me only to turn on me like a snake? Did I dare trust him? "Are they gone," I asked.

"Aye love, they've gone quite awhile ago, ye've been out of it," he whispered.

"I hurt," I whimpered.

Jack moved a little closer, "Put ye arms around me neck love," he said gently.

"Don't hurt me," I pleaded.

Jack swept my hair from my eyes, "They were the ones who killed yer family hey," he asked.

I nodded, "How did they find me," I cried.

"This is Tortuga love, pirate haven… it would be impossible to hide from them here," he said.

"Don't let them hurt me," I squeaked.

Jack shook his head, "No worries, now put ye arms around me neck," he insisted.

I did as he told me to do and he picked me off the floor. In his arms I felt strangely safe and protected. I nuzzled his neck,
"Help me," I begged.

"I'm trying to do just that Elle," he assured me. He set me on my feet in the bathroom and I dropped the blanket. I closed my eyes and waited for him to assault me. He took my hand gently and I opened my eyes to watch him bring my knuckles to his lips. "Yer beautiful," he whispered.

I shook my head… "Don't say such things," I cried.

"Get into the water," he smiled knowingly.

I stepped into the tub holding his hand and settled down into the warm water. I sat hugging my knees tightly.

Jack knelt beside the tub and began to sponge me down. "I'm still yer prisoner," he told me.

I closed my eyes, "I'm the prisoner now," I murmured.

"Ye think I'm going to hurt ye some more don't ye," he asked.

Flashes of what he'd done to me came into my mind and I began to cry. I nodded my head.

"Ye still don't believe that I'm not one of them. I've no intentions of hurting ye I never have," he sighed.

I looked at him, "But," I began.

Jack's hand touched my cheek and my breath caught in my throat. "Ye did nothing but what ye felt ye had to do… what I did was not to get even, but to save yer life… don't ye see that," he asked.

"Is that why you're still here," I asked.

"Have ye ever been to the Orient love," he asked.

"No," I replied.

"There's this ancient saying that says that if ye save a person's life that life becomes your responsibility from that time forward," Jack told me.

"That hardly sounds like something a pirate would believe much less fulfill," I said.

"Ye're trembling, would ye like a cup of tea love," Jack asked ignoring my comment. "I could add a bit of that drug yer so fond of giving me to help ye relax and get some sleep," he added.

"So I can wake up hanging from my wrists in the basement," I asked. God I was so scared of why he was still here, sure it was nothing good.

Jack sighed and stood up. "Would ye prefer I simply leave and ye can take yer chances with that band of miscreants when they return for I think its highly unlikely Captain Mouldare will take me at me word," he asked.

The thought of being in the company of those thugs again filled me with sheer terror. I began to cry, "You'd leave me to get back at me for what I've done to you," I said and covered my face.

"If that was what I had on me mind why in the hell would I be here now," Jack asked frustrated.

"Why are you here," I asked angrily.

Jack leaned over the length of the tub so he was eye to eye with me, "Because I am NOT one of them," he said exasperated. He stood, "Now I'll get ye that cup of tea," he said and walked out leaving me with my mouth hanging open unable to think straight.

TWENTY
Jack found the keys to the door and the irons on the floor outside the bathroom. The thought occurred to him that she may get it in her head to kill him before he could kill her, so he locked the door. He then went downstairs to the kitchen. After a bit of plundering he found tea and a mug. A pump stood near the stove so he pumped some water into the kettle he found on the stove top then lit the stove. While he waited for the kettle to boil, he pillaged around and found a small vile of white powder in a cabinet. There was no label so Jack figured it had to be the drug she'd been giving him. He added a small amount to the cup along with the tea. The water began to boil so he poured the steaming water into the mug and stirred it with a spoon he'd found in a drawer. He made his way back upstairs; he pressed his ear to the door to the bathroom and heard Gabrielle sobbing. He once again gave a heavy sigh and went to the bedroom where he went through her drawers and found a simple cotton gown for her to wear. He got a towel from the linen closet and returned to the bathroom. Gabrielle had submerged herself in the water and now her light brown hair hung down her back. She sat with her knees hugged to her chest and her teeth were chattering. She then looked up at him horrified. "Just me love and I brought ye something to wear along with yer tea," he smiled hoping she would relax a bit.

"Tell me the truth Jack, what are you planning to do with me," she stammered.

"Planning? Love I'm afraid I don't understand what ye mean," Jack said baffled.

"You locked me in… I heard the door when you locked it so don't try to say you didn't," she growled.

Jack smirked and arched an eyebrow at her, "Perhaps I don't trust ye anymore they ye trust me hey," he quipped. He then handed her the mug of tea.

Gabrielle in her fear didn't think it would be wise to disobey him so she drank it down. She wasn't sure of his intentions but she was sure she didn't trust him.