Song in Red & Gray Chapter 13
Title: Song in Red & Gray-Chapter 12: Journal
Author: ophelivia
Rating: R-NC17
Word Count: 532
Pairing: Beckett/OC
Characters: Beckett, OC
Summary: "Do just what I tell you and no one will get hurt." A series of vignettes spanning both films.
Status: In-Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pirates characters. Rose is mine, but I should mention that she began in an RPG over on fanfiction.net. This story has nothing to do with the plot of that game. The prompts for each chapter are from 50_smutlets
Warnings: Power plays, S&M, emotional manipulation, prostitution and implied slash. The chapters will go in no real order. I'm picking the prompts at random. AWE canon for this chapter.
Okay guys, this is it for three days. Next time you read I'll be a freshman at Hofstra University. So to celebrate ::drum roll:: FLAG KINK! This goes out to
pink_siamese because she loved it so much.
Earlier chapters here
1-47: Silk Sheets
He never talked so much. The voice, insidious. She on the floor, his thrusts banging her head into the desk leg. Naked in black.
She’d thought it a death shroud. Fought viciously. The Lord just laughed, slapping her, throwing her to the floor in python’s embrace. Only then did she see white letters. He ran his hands down her thigh, moaned, shoved in. Hadn’t stopped talking since.
Telling her of all those to die in coming days.
“Course of duty,” he grunted, cupping the cheek of her arse in hand. “State of emergency. You’ve…no idea how many…convictions…It’s almost purification.”
The hangings. All Port Royal in fear…all below a certain class. The charges ambiguous, the number condemned in the hundreds. The guilty? Considerably smaller. It was days away. All that death…
Beckett bit her neck. She couldn’t feel, entirely focused on keeping the pictures of his words from her mind.
“Every trace of piracy scourged!” Jubilant, breathless. “Now I have…all I need…I’m close…I am so close, Rose.”
Her name jerked her back to him. Just as his thoughts went back to execution.
“All those deviants taking the fall. About time someone did something…I’ll change this harbor forever.”
Unconsciously she writhed against the flag. Commoners. People she lived with. Just people. Her people. Deviants? What was this then? What were they?
Rose remembered starting the trade, learning what a whore could be. She learned of the women in brothels. Perfumed beauties fat on bonbons lying on silk sheets waiting to be fucked by men like Lord Beckett. Then thrown like garbage at first wrinkle. The thought had made her shudder.
But this was it, she realized now. That was what they were. These were her silk sheets, this conqueror’s flag. Her diamonds, a dagger she never removed. Her roses the blood on her thigh. Sonnets written for her were the death warrants of innocents.
“One…very intriguing…Boy. Ten. Uh! Heir to a pilfered fortune.”
Eyes snapped open. Tousled head up.
Ten years old? He was going to kill a child? Kissing as he told her? Bile swelled in her throat.
“Stop.”
She didn’t realize she’d spoken until his eyes grew hard. He looked down at her. Stroked her cheek. She winced.
“Pet. Does this upset you?”
She turned her head. Beckett grinned and leaned down slowly to her ear, kissing her cheek, inhaling her smell.
“Have you any idea how many of your kind will die?” he murmured, like he was telling of her beauty. “Ladies of the night, misses just like you? So many get involved with pirates…They’re traitors simply by trade, but now they pose a threat to my enterprise. Such a pity.”
That voice. Her skin too tight. She arched her back against the binds. His detachment, his apparent indifference, his enthusiasm to death, maddened her.
“Will I be among them?” she spat.
A smile. Flick of the fingers. Untied. She sat up. Beckett leaned in, nuzzled her neck like a foal.
“This room,” he whispered, “is safe as you make it, pet. Be a good girl and you’ll always have my blessing.”
There were red rings on Rose’s ankles where the flag had tightened. Itching and burning all the way home.
Author: ophelivia
Rating: R-NC17
Word Count: 532
Pairing: Beckett/OC
Characters: Beckett, OC
Summary: "Do just what I tell you and no one will get hurt." A series of vignettes spanning both films.
Status: In-Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pirates characters. Rose is mine, but I should mention that she began in an RPG over on fanfiction.net. This story has nothing to do with the plot of that game. The prompts for each chapter are from 50_smutlets
Warnings: Power plays, S&M, emotional manipulation, prostitution and implied slash. The chapters will go in no real order. I'm picking the prompts at random. AWE canon for this chapter.
Okay guys, this is it for three days. Next time you read I'll be a freshman at Hofstra University. So to celebrate ::drum roll:: FLAG KINK! This goes out to
pink_siamese because she loved it so much.
Earlier chapters here
1-47: Silk Sheets
He never talked so much. The voice, insidious. She on the floor, his thrusts banging her head into the desk leg. Naked in black.
She’d thought it a death shroud. Fought viciously. The Lord just laughed, slapping her, throwing her to the floor in python’s embrace. Only then did she see white letters. He ran his hands down her thigh, moaned, shoved in. Hadn’t stopped talking since.
Telling her of all those to die in coming days.
“Course of duty,” he grunted, cupping the cheek of her arse in hand. “State of emergency. You’ve…no idea how many…convictions…It’s almost purification.”
The hangings. All Port Royal in fear…all below a certain class. The charges ambiguous, the number condemned in the hundreds. The guilty? Considerably smaller. It was days away. All that death…
Beckett bit her neck. She couldn’t feel, entirely focused on keeping the pictures of his words from her mind.
“Every trace of piracy scourged!” Jubilant, breathless. “Now I have…all I need…I’m close…I am so close, Rose.”
Her name jerked her back to him. Just as his thoughts went back to execution.
“All those deviants taking the fall. About time someone did something…I’ll change this harbor forever.”
Unconsciously she writhed against the flag. Commoners. People she lived with. Just people. Her people. Deviants? What was this then? What were they?
Rose remembered starting the trade, learning what a whore could be. She learned of the women in brothels. Perfumed beauties fat on bonbons lying on silk sheets waiting to be fucked by men like Lord Beckett. Then thrown like garbage at first wrinkle. The thought had made her shudder.
But this was it, she realized now. That was what they were. These were her silk sheets, this conqueror’s flag. Her diamonds, a dagger she never removed. Her roses the blood on her thigh. Sonnets written for her were the death warrants of innocents.
“One…very intriguing…Boy. Ten. Uh! Heir to a pilfered fortune.”
Eyes snapped open. Tousled head up.
Ten years old? He was going to kill a child? Kissing as he told her? Bile swelled in her throat.
“Stop.”
She didn’t realize she’d spoken until his eyes grew hard. He looked down at her. Stroked her cheek. She winced.
“Pet. Does this upset you?”
She turned her head. Beckett grinned and leaned down slowly to her ear, kissing her cheek, inhaling her smell.
“Have you any idea how many of your kind will die?” he murmured, like he was telling of her beauty. “Ladies of the night, misses just like you? So many get involved with pirates…They’re traitors simply by trade, but now they pose a threat to my enterprise. Such a pity.”
That voice. Her skin too tight. She arched her back against the binds. His detachment, his apparent indifference, his enthusiasm to death, maddened her.
“Will I be among them?” she spat.
A smile. Flick of the fingers. Untied. She sat up. Beckett leaned in, nuzzled her neck like a foal.
“This room,” he whispered, “is safe as you make it, pet. Be a good girl and you’ll always have my blessing.”
There were red rings on Rose’s ankles where the flag had tightened. Itching and burning all the way home.