The Price of Rum

I goofed on the posting and for some reason Chapter Five didn't show up! So um her it is... don't know how to get it in order though... oi! I'm so bad at this!

Title: The Price of Rum (5/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: R to NC-17 (just to be safe not sure how graphic I’ll get)

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con issues and violence, and Slash because….well, why not?

Archive: aff.net… anywhere else please ask!

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

Feedback: I want it, I need it. Oh baby, oh baby.

Beta: No beta for this part because my sister doesn’t want to read the rape scene for reasons I respect. So expect major “oopses.” Oh commas, the bane of my existence!

Author’s Notes: I hate flammers, you can can all kiss my Goth ass! The rest of you... *kisses and hugs!* Thanks for the support! You rock!

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~
Okay kiddies! Here it is, rape rape, rape rape rape. Even though I will reread this myself, I’m terrible with grammar. For those of you that don’t like rape, just read every other section. So not 1 but 2, etc.

Dedication: To my bestest buddy for showing me Quills and refreshing my dark muse.


He was floating. A giant see of inky blackness and he was completely immersed in it. Pain, so much pain. His back was on fire. As if the devil himself ari arisen from his dark kingdom to mark him specifically for sacrifice. He could smell the hellfire’s smoke clouding his lungs. But there was something else. Soft caresses on his face, down his neck, and down his torso. ‘Jack?’ the only thought running through his mind. Suddenly his cocoon of serenity dissolved with a harsh slap across the face. He opened blurry eyes to see the devil in the flesh straddling him, smiling, and smoking a cigar.

“Welcome back, poppet. So sorry to wake you but I was getting lonely without your wonderful company.” He said sweetly running his knuckles down the side of Will’s face. Will coughed as the evil man blew a puff of smoke directly into his face. His back was in tremendous pain, and the weight of Barbossa’s body on top of his didn’t help to allte hte his injuries any. He looked down to see he was topless and felt a twinge of panic grow in his stomach.

“Why aren’t I dead yet?” he asked in a quiet, confused voice. He truly expected the man to have beaten him until he died. Why was he still breathing, and why was the man sitting on him practically naked? The man above him laughed, blowing more smoke into his face.

“Why that’s easy, poppet. The dead don’t scream when you fuck them,” he said laughing at the look of realization and horror that spread across Will’s face. He started to struggle to push the man off him. The old pirate had to laugh. “Oh don’t fear, poppet. You’ll survive. And after awhile, you’ll start to enjoy it.” He said gently stroking Will’s face once again, “Behave and this will go a lot easier for you.” Will bit his hand in response.

“Get off me you old devil!” he screamed pushing at the man’s chest and glaring at him with hatred. The old pirate was furious, and backhanded Will, causing his head to snap to one side.

“I see you still haven’t learned you manners. We’ll have to fix that.” Burning pain shot through Will’s body as the pirate crushed his cigar over his left nipple. Will screamed bloody murder and was backhanded again for his efforts. He felt tears pricking at his eyes and placed his hand over the injury, careful not to really touch it. Barbossa merely leaned back and relit his cigar as he watched his victim lay quiet, softly panting from pain. He took the cigar from his mouth and held it, mere centimeters from Will’s cheek, “Had enough? Or would you like to continue to do things the hard way?” Will looked up at him as though he were considering the offer before his hand flew up and snatched the cigar from Barbossa’s hand and crushed it against the old pirates throat.

“You’ll have to kill me first!” he sneered as he delighted in his tormentor’s cry of discomfort. But the sadist recovered quickly and grabbed Will’s wrist, snapping it back causing the bone to break with it. Will’s small victory was lost and the boy c out out again.

“Be careful what you ask for, poppet,” the man sneered “It can always be arranged.” He bent down and delivered a bruising kiss to silence the boy’s moans of pain. He jammed his tongue in when the boy gasped in pain after another tight squeeze to his wrist. Instinct took over and Will bit the unwelcome intruder practically in half. Another wail from his rapist and a small smile appeared on Will’s face as he spit the blood in Barbossa’s face. He was slapped across the face repeatedly, making him dizzy and causing him to whimper in pain.

“I’ve had just about enough of you,” the man shouted angrily as he grabbed him by the throat in a death lock. As the young man was trying to regain air in his lungs the old pirate began to fiddle with the ties to Will’s leggings. “Let’s see how tough you really are!” he shouted.

“No, please…don’t…I’m sorry,” Will tried to shout, but with the lack of oxygen it came out as a pathetic whimper. He had never been so scared in his life and he couldn’t fight the man off anymore with only one arm. ‘Jack forgive me,’ he prayed as he felt his pants being pulled down and his legs spread. ‘Oh god, no, this isn’t happening,’ in his panic he couldn’t think of anything else to do so he begged, “Please don’t do this! Somebody help me! Please!” but no one came.

“Scream for me,” the captain purred evilly as he slammed into Will’s unprepared opening in one thrust. White-hot pain. Will heard a terrible, high pitched, keening wail as his body felt as though it were being ripped in half. At the delighted laugh from Barbossa, he realized it came from his own throat. Tears streamed down his face, he couldn’t keep them in even if he tried so he let them fall. ‘Just let me die.’

“That’s it poppet, cry for me! Sparrow won’t want you now, you’re mine,” he whispered into the distraught young man’s ear as he began kissing and licking his throat. Will only turned his head and sobbed harder. The mad man continued to pound into him without mercy. There was so much pain, how could this be happening to him? Was he really that bad of a person?

“Please stop…” he sobbed, “…it hurts so much…please…” he could hear the man grunting in his ear and the thrusts continue, only faster. ‘Why won’t he stop?’ was all Will could think of as the assault on his body continued for what seemed like hours. Finally he gave up on pleading and just wailed out his pain. All that could be heard from the room was a series of grunts and broken half sobs, half screams.

At long last the sadist completed and released his tainted seed into the young man’s abused channel. It stung causing one final whimper to fall from Will’s lips. “You’ve undone me, poppet. I’ve been waiting twenty years for this, well done.” He laughed mockingly as he withdrew and reached under Will’s body to scratch his nails down his back, reopening the lashes. “You’re a wonderful, cheap thrill.” A chocked sob was his only response. “Well, that was fun, but I’m hungry…don’t worry poppet, I’ll be back shortly,” he said getting up and putting on a robe. Before he left he snapped a shackle around Will’s right ankle effectively chaining him to the bed.

Once alone, Will slowly curled up into a fetal position as best he could without causing even more pain. He could barley move, his whole body felt on fire. He wrapped the sheets tightly around his body and began to sob even harder than before. His rapist’s cruel words replaying in his mine over and over. ‘Maybe he’s right…why would Jack want me now? This is my new life…concubine to the devil,’ he thought as he cried into the pillow. He lay there sobbing to himself until finally, his over taxed body and mind became too much and he passed out once again. Tears still streaming down his face.

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Jack lay in his bed, tossing and turning, lost in a nightmare. He brow was covered in sweat and his arms and legs were thrashing, fighting off an imaginary attacker. He moaned, turning his head from side to side. Finally he burst upright screaming. “NO!” he gasped, eyes wide as he panted in panic. He looked around and realized where he was and slumped back against the headboard. He brought his hands up to his face and released a shuttering sigh.

‘Just a dream, nothing more, that’s all in the past. Oh god, Will. Why did this have to happen? I just wanted to forget about all of that, I never wanted him to know,’ he thought miserably. His sad reverie was interrupted, however, by a knock on his door. He quickly composed himself and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Who is it?” he asked pretending to be annoyed, when in truth he didn’t really want to be alone right then.

“It’s Craig, Captain. I heard you scream…is everything alright?” He asked through the door sounding genuinely concerned. Jack rose from his bed and opened the door to find Craig looking at him with worried eyes, wearing only his leggings.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” Jack asked tearing his eyes away from the sight of Craig’s naked torso.

“Call of nature,” he said softly, “can I come in?” he asked hopefully. “You look like you could use some company.” Jack stood there contemplating the offer before he stepped aside and allowed the young man to enter.

“As a matter of fact, you’re right. I really don’t feel like being alone right now,” he said laughing slightly. He hadn’t had these nightmares in years, but with the recent events his past came crashing back in one fell swoop.

“Why were you screaming?” Craig asked settling himself down on the bed, admiring Jack’s bare chest covered in a fine sheen of sweat from his nightmare. Jack gave Craig a questioning glance at his choice of seat. The young man only shrugged and blushed slightly, “Um, there’s really no where else to sit.”

“Heh, I suppose you’re right,” Jack said as he shrugged and gave an exhausted laugh. The stress was really getting to him. He sat down on the opposite side of the bed and rested his back against the headboard again. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

“Well?” Craig asked slightly amused at the confused look that crossed Jack’s face.

“Well, what?” Jack asked cautiously.

“You never answered my question,” Craig laughed as he saw the relief wash over Jack’s face. “Why were you screaming?” Jack blushed slightly and looked down at the covers, toying with the frayed hem.

“Just a silly nightmare. All this business with Will has really drug up some bad memories,” he said waving his hand in dismissal, acting like it was no big deal.

“Oh yes…/him/,” Craig said with barley restrained contempt. “How do you think he’s doing? I’d hate to think they, I don’t know, butchered him horribly and hung him up for the gulls to peck at,” he said turning his head so Jack couldn’t see his satisfied smile. The next words to leave Jack’s mouth shocked him though.

“If only he were that lucky,” Jack said quietly.

“/What/? I thought you were madly in love with the little whor…er…guy! Why would you want him dead?” Craig asked completely flabbergasted.

“I do. I love him more than life itself.” Jack stated in a far off voice.

“Alright…then why would you consider him being dead a good thing?” Craig asked confused and slightly annoyed at Jack’s vague answers.

“Because I know Barbossa, and I know what he likes to do to handsome young men,” Jack shuddered “Will would be better off dead.”

“Oh…” Craig said raising his eyebrows slightly in shock. He smirked to himself, ‘Wish I could see that. Poor baby whore, crying out for his Jack while I’m here seducing him…Oh life can be good,’ he thought evilly. He composed himself and turned to Jack once again. “You’re so tense,” Craig said, “Look at you, you’re practically shaking.” He said concerned.

“It’s nothing.” Jack said shrugging.

“It’s not nothing, now come on, lye on your stomach and I’ll give you a back rub.” Craig said in a mothering tone as he pulled on Jack’s shoulders trying to get him to follow his orders. Jack pushed his hands away and looked at him annoyed.

“I told you before, I don’t need a bloody back rub!” he shouted. Craig looked at him annoyed. ‘I didn’t want to have to do this, I do hate him, but eyes on the prize,’ he plotted.

“If you’re going to save…Will…you’ll need to be well rested, not tense and twitchy.” He coxed, knowing he’d found Jack’s weakness. Just as he thought the Captain looked at him for a moment, then sighed and rolled onto his stomach.

“Very good,” Craig said triumphantly as he straddhis his captain and began kneading the flesh at his shoulders. He smiled when a satisfied moan escaped Jack’s lips. ‘Like a moth to a flame,’ he chuckled. He slowly massagedk’s k’s shoulders and neck, moving down to his shoulder blades, then down his spine. He was working Jack’s lower back when Jack suddenly bucked up knocking him to the floor. Craig let out a very undignified scream and landed with his feet in the air.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Craig!” Jack sputtered offering the annoyed young man a hand up out of his embarrassing position. Craig gave him a nasty stare and accepted the hand up.

“No worries, that was really out of line of me to be nice and offer you a massage,” he said bitterly, standing and dusting his clothes off. “What the hell was that all about? If I was hurting you, you could have just said /stop/!” he said angrily.

“I know I’m sorry, but I just…it’s like…oh never mind,” Jack said dejectedly turning his head away and sighing. Craig looked at the sad captain and sighed exasperatedly.

“You were thinking about /him/ again, weren’t you?” he said, trying not to sound too jealous.

“And what if I was? He is my lover after all! I don’t understand why you seem to have nothing but contempt for him!” Jack shouted now getting angry. Craig put his hands up in a submissive move.

“I don’t hate him! I just think you need to relax and stop feeling guilty over something you had no control over!” Craig lied. He slumped down on the bed next to Jack and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Let me help you relax,” he said leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Jack’s lips. Jack’s eyes closed for a moment. He missed Will so much and if he closed his eyes, it was almost like having him back. He started to return the kiss hesitantly, which encouraged Craig. As the kiss became more forceful Jack ran his hands through Craig’s hair, soft, but not silky curls, and Craig’s face was clean-shaven unlike his lover’s. Will always smelled of fresh open air, Craig smelled like their evening meal. Lastly, Will was always gentle and passionate with his kisses but Craig was just forceful and desperate. He couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his eyes and shoved Craig away.

“What’s wrong?” Craig asked hurt and angry. Jack looked at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry…but you’re just not Will,” Craig’s eyes were enflamed with rage. He couldn’t believe it, all his work for nothing. ‘Who am I kidding,’ he thought bitterly, ‘How could he forget his precious /whore/ when we’re on our way now to save the little bugger.’ He got up silently and left the room, storming down the hall to his own room.

“If Barbossa doesn’t kill that little tramp…I will,” he vowed before falling asleep.


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The smell of food drifted to Will’s nose and he reluctantly woke up to see a plate filled with bread, cheese, and fresh meats. His stomach rumbled again. He hadn’t eaten since noon the previous day and he was famished. Not too mention thirsty. His stomach rumbled again and an evil laugh filled his ears, he looked beyond the food to see Barbossa sitting at the table gorging himself.

“Hungry?” the sadist laughed, shoveling another mouth full of meat into his mouth.

“Thirsty,” he managed to rasp out, his voice horse from screaming so much. To his surprise the man gave him a glass of water. Will gulped it down greedily and muttered a small thank you, out of fear of angering his capturer. He was already in so much pain; he didn’t think he could handle anymore. He looked down to observe his writ and found it swollen and purple. He grimaced at the ugly bruising and could only imagine what his back must look like.

A piece of meat was held up to his face and he looked up from his injured wrist to Barbossa. The man’s face was unreadable. He hesitantly reached for the meat. However, just as he was about to take it, the meat was pulled away. ‘I knew it.’

“Not so fast little poppet. Everything comes with a price…tell me you love me,” he said smiling at the look of despair on Will’s face. Will retracted his hand and pulled the covers up closer to himself.

“No.” he said quietly, staring at the floor. There was no way in Hades he was going to tell the man that tortured and brutally raped him that he loved him. He could go with out food for a little while longer if he had to.

“So stubborn, just like Sparrow. I can see you’re going to be a challenge.” He said as he finished his plate and moved to the bed. He grabbed Will by the shoulder and pushed him so he was lying on his back again. Will panicked. What was he doing? He didn’t take the food, he wasn’t rude, why was he doing this again?
“W-what are you doing? I didn’t take the food! I didn’t do anything! Please don’t do this again!” he pleaded tears already spilling down his cheeks.

“Like I said poppet, everything comes with a price,” he said holding up the now empty glass of water in front of Will’s face. Will only gazed at it and cried harder. He’d been tricked. There was no way he could survive without water. The covers were pulled from his body and he started to hyperventilate as Barbossa removed his robe and leaned over him. He was still so sore from the last time, how could he do this again?

Barbossa started planting kissing down Will’s neck and torso. He ran his tongue over Will’s burned nipple, causing the boy to sob in pain. Barbossa delighted in the sound, and began sucking harder on it until he was satisfied with the high-pitched wails coming from the young man. He moved down and found the boy’s flaccid member.

“What’s the matter, poppet? Not enjoying yourself? Well, we’ll just have to fix that.” The captain said taking the boy into his mouth. Will shut his eyes tightly, willing his body not to respond, but he was no match fhe ehe evil man’s experienced mouth and he found himself involuntarily thrusting into the man’s mouth. A half moan half sob escaped his mouth and he cried harder at the utter humiliation of it all. ‘My own body turned against me.’ Barbossa stopped to look down at Will, the tears streaming down his face slightly flushed with arousal, and his eyes filled with humiliation and despair. “Beautiful” he said before he continued his ministrations with even more vigor.

“I told you, you’d end up enjoying it, poppet,” he said mockingly as he forced the boy to climax, swallowing every drop. Will cried out in humiliation and covered his face with his hands. Barbossa moved up his body and pulled his hands away pinning them above his head, “You taste good, poppet.” He said before he squeezed Will’s injured wrist and swallowed the cry of pain with his lips. He jabbed his tongue inside the young man’s mouth, exploring every cranny. Will wanted to gag, but he was too frightened to bite the man’s tongue again. Not after what happened last time. Barbossa pulled away finally nng ang air.

“Now that was a good boy,” he said leaning down to kiss the boy again, almost tenderly this time. Will just cried he couldn’t do anything else. “Since you’ve been a good boy, you deserve a reward,” the captain spoke leaning into the bedside draw and pulling out some oil.

“Please don’t do this again…please…not again…” hbbedbbed, but Barbossa seemed to not hear him. He slicked up his erection and positioned himself before slamming in once again. Will screamed even louder than the last time. The oil only made his already torn passage sting and he was still so terribly hurt from the last time. “Oh god stop! Please! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” he begged but to no avail.

As Barbossa started to reach his climax he bent down and bit Will’s neck, the tang of blood filling his mouth combined with the anguished cry, pushed him over the edge and he once again spilled himself within the young man. He collapsed, panting and licking at the injury he created on Will’s neck. He withdrew roughly causing a small gasp to escape from his victim. Will was sobbing so hard he started hiccupping. Before he knew what was happening he bent over the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor. Barbosssa only looked on and laughed.

“Oh come now, poppet. Don’t be upset, you were quite good. I’ve never had a better whore,” he sneered maliciously, before calling for one of his lowlife minions to come clean it up. “You’re lucky I don’t make you lick it back up,” he said grabbing Will by the hair and holding his dinner knife up to his throat. He crushed his lips on Will’s biting his tongue causing Will to scream into his mouth. He released him and slammed him back down onto the mattress, rejoicing in the bloody gasp he received as the cuts on his back were aggravated. He dragged the knife down the young man’s torso making one big red, angry line. Excited by the sight of blood he bent down and licked it clean.

He then proceeded to beat the day lights out of poor, helpless Will. He punched him in the stomach and backhanded him over and over. Will tried to block with his uninjured wrist but it was useless. He screamed and begged Barbossa to stop, but it only seemed to egg him on. Finally it was just too much and Will passed out once more. Lying in a bloody broken heap.

“Stupid boy, messing up my lovely room…he’s just like fucking Sparrow! THEY’RE ALL LIKE HIM!! ALL AGAINST ME!” He screamed, his connection to reality apparently lost for the moment. A knock at the door brought him back to reality.

“Excuse me Captain, but there appears to be a ship tailing us,” he said cautiously, having heard the outburst. Barbossa’s eyes gleamed with insane excitement as he began to cackle like a mad man.

“Excellent! The little bird is coming home to roust. I bet his looking for his little worm. But he won’t get him…oh no, no, no, he’s mine now. I’ve developed a taste for him. How long before they catch us?” he asked suddenly.

“About half a day Captain,” he stated fearfully, never knowing when the man would explode.

“Perfect, that’s plenty of time to play with my new toy,” he said staring down at Will’s unconscious, bloody form. “Oh now look at him, all bloody and messy, tisk tisk. That won’t do at all.” He said moistening a rag with some of the left over water and gently washing Will’s face, “Must not let such a beautiful thing be tarnished.” He said to no one. He looked up to see the man still standing there.

“Well? What are you still doing here? GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND KEEP ME POSTED ON THE SHIPS MOVEMENTS!!” he shouted looking truly insane. The man turned and ran, barley dodging the dagger thrown at his head.

“I swear! I’m working entirely alone!” the mad man screamed as he set back to his task of cleaning his “toy”.

“Just wait until little Sparrow comes, poppet. Then the real fun begins!” he said laughing maniacally.


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Not being able to sleep Jack decided to relieve the night crew and steer the ship. He had a terrible feeling about his lover’s condition.

“Hang on Will…please…just hang on…” he begged the night air, but he received no response.