The Voyeur

Cinder

13floor@angelfire.com

NC-17

Titanic

Cal/Jack

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Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I make no money and mean no harm.

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Summary: Previously, Cal captured Jack and made the young man his slave. Now, Rose goes looking for Jack.

Sequel to "I Never Loved Her." Which is available at http://members.dencity.com/cinder/emerald/never.htm

By Cinder

Go getter that she was, Rose stealthily tracked the red-headed fop through the alleys and avenues of New York. He seemed to be familiar with every side of it, equally at ease with the beggar in the poor house and the millionaire in the carriage. And he knew both. Most importantly, he knew her Jack.

Only three mornings ago she'd seen the man she'd thought released to a watery grave alive and well in Washington Square. It had almost given her a heart attack. At first she'd convinced herself it was just his face, but when she reached for his hand, his eyes... He knew her. His gaze, he knew the frigid deep and somewhere inside of himself he knew her.

"Jack Dawson is dead," he told her.

Jack Dawson is very much alive, she told his receding back, as she tried to follow him out of the open square.

It did not take her long to find his home. It was right across the street in fact. Jack stared back at her from the window casing, his unseeing eyes taking in the dusky, cold night. She drew close enough to press her nose to the glass. The thick pane did not betray her, especially since she was low, her nose barely clearing the bottom. The young fop she had seen with her Jack called him away from the glass to a sumptuous meal. She could just make out their words.

"You didn't see her?"

"You didn't either. Now eat before you lose your strength." The redhead pointed to the roasted fowl beneath their noses, swimming in it's own juices. Rose could almost taste it's succulence on the tip of her tongue.

"You did see her. Admit it."

"Bell' -"

"No, Kyp! I will not be coddled!" He jumped to his feet and began pacing. "You saw her. I saw her. I've got to find her and... and..."

"And what?" The last person she had ever imagined walked into the room, removing his hat and gloves, Cal Hockley.

"I don't know!" Jack blurted out and fell to his knees sobbing. No, not her Jack. Never her Jack. Her Jack was strong. There must be some mistake.

Cal stepped forward and picked Jack up. "I will make the decision for you."

Jack kissed him.

Rose stumbled back from the window. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Those same tender lips had consumed her and now they gave their passion to Cal Hockley. No, it just couldn't be. She would have to find out more. Cal...something was wrong. Jack was a prisoner somehow. That perverted fiend. She drew herself up straight and hurried off into the shadows. She had heard of such things mentioned French novels. Jack was a prisoner and she was going to save him.

Which was how she found herself following the young red-head. He stopped at an apple cart and she grabbed his arm.

"Please, sir, I need your help."

"Here." He threw some coins at her and jerked his arm away.

"No, it's about Jack Dawson."

He spun around to face her. "I suggest you forget you ever heard that name."

Rose gestured to the brownstone the stood in front of. "I saw you both go in here last night. You could give him a message for me, let me see him..."

"That won't be possible."

"Please, he loves me!"

The red-head laughed. "Does he really?" He gestured for her to proceed him to the door. "Let us see how much he loves you." Smiling ferally, he led her inside. The staff took his coat and hat, greeting him warmly with directions to 'Bell's sitting room'.

The room he took her to was the same lavish one she had seen through the window the night before. "Sit anywhere you like. I'll go get Bell'."

"Who?"

"Uh, Jack...Jack, right? Are you sure? Are you really sure you want this?"

Rose nodded.

The red-head eyed her warily and slipped through one of the four doors leading from the room. Sumptuous did not begin to describe it. Gold gilt furniture shone in the lamplight, the velvet cushions posh and plump. Rose sat on the edge of a straight back chair, but even that seat had too much give. Everything was made with elegance and money. A lot of money. Money she had thrown away. She fingered the carvings on the desk next to her. That alone must have cost more than she could ever hope to see again in her lifetime.

Behind one of the doors she heard a commotion. Curious, she went to it and slipped it open just a little. The hallway beyond betrayed no sights, but she could hear voices.

"Mercy, Master! Oh, please, Master! Have mercy please!"

"Why should I have mercy on you, boy? Have you been good?"

There was a long, low moan. Rose creapt down the hall, trying to see.

"I've been good all day. Mercy, please. Please, Master."

The hall opened up into a lady's boudoir, as sumptuously decorated as the sitting room. And across the settee' from her was her Jack. Across. Bent over. She could see his face, his open lips painted and his cheeks rouged like a woman. He was naked. Behind him stood Cal Hockley, his clothing in dreadful disarray. He was...

...

...raping her Jack. Rose flushed. Carefully concealed in the shadows, she watched as Cal ran his fingers over her Jack's body. Suddenly he slapped Jack's ass.

"I told you not to move."

"Please, Master, mercy."

Shifting, Rose tried to work up a good fury, but it seemed circumvented by the heat between her legs. Cal was pulling off his shirt now and his chest was glistening with sweat. He pulled back and removed his pants. What a stunning man. They both were. No amount of rouge or paint could hide Jack's masculine beauty. Together they were like the Iliad, Achilles and Petrocelas alone in the tent. Rose pressed a hand to her flushed bodice, trying to work up that fury she knew she should be in.

"Master?" Jack cried out again, pleading for something. Mercy? But for what. Cal had pulled away from him to undress.

Cal gave him another thwack on the ass. "No more speaking unless spoken to, Beauty." Her Jack whimpered. What man was this? Her Jack would never whimper, never bend over in front of Cal Hockley like that and -

Cal was behind him again, squeezing Jack's beautiful white skin with his huge hands. "That's a good Beauty. Very good." Thwack! Cal's hand came down hard on Jack's ass. Jack let loose a little groan from between his clenched teeth and his fingers, which were curled around the bottom of the settee for leverage, knuckled white. But he didn't move. Thwack! "Just a little bit of color, Beauty. It makes you so pretty, my Bella." Eighteen more blows rained down on Jack's ass and thighs. Somehow her Jack held still and quiet, only the tightness of his fingers betraying how hard it was for him.

She pressed her hand to her warm bodice. Tightening her thighs, she leaned back against the wall for support. Rose could feel her under things grow wet with her want. She shouldn't be enjoying this, she mentally shook herself. Jack was being raped and abused. She should be doing something to stop it. She did not. Instead, she pressed her other hand to the hot center of herself, buried under the thick layers of her clothing.

"Ahh, Bella," Cal was saying, "no one takes color as beautifully as you. What do you want? One wish and I will grant it." He lifted Jack by his chin to stare into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Please, Master, please, take me hard."

Cal smiled, a smile Rose had never seen before, at least not on him; the smile of the enchanted; the smile of a man in love. He turned Jack to face him. "On your back, boy. I want to see your face when I make you come." Jack fell back on the settee, wincing as his sore ass came into contact with it.

Rose got her first unobstructed view of Cal. The man was magnificent, tall and dark. His muscles looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo. His skin had just a touch of sun, almost pleasant in flavor, and was mostly smooth, free of hair except for his legs and... She blushed. How had Jack managed to bear such a large... That first time for her, Jack, who was much smaller, had felt like he was tearing her apart. Cal was... She swallowed hard.

Jack grabbed his own ankles, pulling them out and wide, exposing himself to Cal and all of the rest of the world. Almost nimbly, Cal knelt between his outstretched legs. "Ready, Bell'?"

"Yes, Master. Always."

Cal thrust into Jack's body hard. His hands he tangled in Jack's hair. Staring into one another's eyes, he began to pound into her Jack. Her Jack...

Rose was all but panting, wishing there weren't so many layers to her dress so that she could rub herself and at least get a little relief. They just looked so... she didn't know what, together, but whatever it was, it made her feel so warm and wet.

"There you are."

Rose spun around. The red-head stood behind her with a nasty grin on his face.

"Enjoying the show?" He waited, but Rose's mouth was so dry she couldn't answer. "Perhaps you had better come back to the sitting room and stay where you're put this time." His eyes darted over her shoulder. "That is, if you can tear yourself away, of course."

Behind her Jack was howling out his pleasure, his pain? She couldn't tell. Swallowing hard, she stepped forward resolutely, walking back to the sitting room. The red-head followed her.

"I'm sure he'll be with you in a bit. As you can see, Bell' is momentarily occupied. And you did get an eyeful, didn't you?"

"Why?"

"Which 'why' in particular?"

She searched for a coherent question among the morass in her head. "Why don't you call him Jack?"

"Jack isn't his name. Are you sure you've come looking for the right person?"

"Positive," Rose growled.

"Just checking." He smiled. "You stay here, and I actually mean it this time. Bell' will be out soon." So saying, he left through one of the other six doors.

For the better part of an hour, Rose paced, waiting. Finally, as she stood, looking out over Washington Square Park through the big, front window, she heard one of the doors behind her open. She spun around. It was Jack.

"Jack?"

His cheeks were still painted and now that he was closer she could see that his eyelids and nails were also. His hair hung down his neck in curls. Around himself he clutched a long, blue dressing gown.

"Jack?" she asked again. She wanted to run to him, but something held her back, something in his eyes. He was...different somehow.

"Rose." He finally came into the room and sat. "Sit?"

"You do know me?"

"Of course." But his voice, it carried no depth, no warmth, no fire.

"That...that...kid was questioning my sanity. He said your name was Bell'."

Jack smiled. "It is. Rose, you should go."

"What do you mean your name is Bell'?"

"When you call me Jack, I barely recognize it. Do I look like Jack to you? He's locked up somewhere safe." He tapped the side of his head with a little smile. "I try not to think about him too much. I'm a different person now." He gestured to himself. "Don't I look different?"

"What has he done to you?"

"He's broken me, changed me, made me something new. He's my Master now."

"You've got to come with me. We'll - "

"What? Make me forget?" He gestured to himself. "Do you honestly think you could make me forget this? Kyp told me that you saw us. Could you make me forget that?" Rose blushed. "I thought not. I came just from being fucked by his hard cock, Rose. Is that the Jack you know or is that someone else?"

"I *know* who you are. He can't change that."

Jack looked down, playing with the blue gossamer. "I am what he has made me. He's good to me when I behave."

"I can love you more in the next hour than he ever will."

"I'm not with him because he loves me." Jack looked away. "Just go away. You're making me...think about Jack. I don't like it."

"And what happens when you think about Jack?"

"I get punished. I don't even want to think about what that would mean." He stood. "Go."

Rose stood to face him, slipping her arms around him. "Come with me. We'll go out West together and - "

"You've heard absolutely nothing I've said," he growled, pulling away. Behind him Cal Hockley appeared in the doorway. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't want you. I am Bell'. Bell'. I have a new life now." He spun around to flee from the room and smacked straight into Cal's chest. Cal held him up with those big, muscular arms.

"Shhh, Beauty. It's rude to leave guests unattended."

In a voice that was only the breath of a whisper, "Yes, Master."

"Rose," Cal greeted her. "So good to see you. We had thought you drowned."

"Too bad I'm alive, isn't it." She crossed her arms, standing her ground. "I've come for Jack. He and I are leaving."

"I think I just heard him say he doesn't want to go. Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes, Master." Jack buried his face in Cal's chest.

Rose clenched her fingers in fury. Who was this parody of a man who wore her beloved's face? "Pardon me if I don't really believe he's incredibly capable of making decisions right now." Ah, well, of course he would get better once she got him out from under Cal Hockley's influence.

"You are pardoned." Cal led Jack over to a love seat and they both sat. He gestured for Rose to sit opposite them. "If, however, what you say is so, wouldn't that mean the decision would be up to someone more capable like, say, me perhaps?"

"You're a monster."

"And you're a sick, sick girl, Rose if you want to take my pretty here away from all this wealth and opulence to eke out a hard living from the earth half a continent away. There's something wrong with your head if you think that's a better alternative."

"Jack, listen to me. Stand up right now and we'll walk out of here. He can't stop us."

Jack lifted his head, some of the old fire suddenly back in his eyes. "Really? And just how long will I live waltzing around in the snow dressed like this?" He lifted some of the thin gossamer for her inspection, thrusting it under her nose. Cal whispered in his ear, stroked his shoulder and suddenly Jack was cuddled up to him again, silent and submissive.

"So, Kyp tells me you saw the show. He says you enjoyed it," Cal told her. "Rose, Rose, Rose, I never imagined you might enjoy the finer perversions."

Rose leapt to her feet. "I don't have to stay to listen to this."

"By all means, leave."

"Jack?"

Jack turned his head into Cal's chest, ignoring her entirely.

Cal stood, pulling Jack to his feet beside him. "Come, Beauty, it's time for bed. Bernard, see this young lady out please. And make sure she doesn't steal anything."

Rose looked behind her. The butler stood ready to show her out. She looked back. Cal was leading Jack through one of those other doors. Jack turned to look at her. He smiled a little, and then he turned away. The door shut softly behind them.

"Ma'am?" the butler asked. Rose nodded and let him lead her out. Outside it was snowing again. It looked like another night on the street and not a pleasant one at all. And Jack was inside all warm and comfy. She could almost see him in her mind's eye, curled up in the feather bed, Cal Hockley's huge body like a furnace beside him, those huge hands kneading his skin. Would Cal take him again tonight? Would Jack wail and beg and plead like he had when she'd seen him? What she wouldn't give to be warm.

What she wouldn't give to be warm.

Cinder