Title: Casualties of Change.
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: One - what goes around, comes around.
Rating: NC17, adult, smut, sex, H/W, H/P, P/W, non-consensual everything, intimidation, mild torture, angst, bondage, pain, more angst..... blah blah blah........if you're not of an age to read about this stuff, run away now......
As with my previous story, Ruination, this bears no relation to anything I have written before, or to any of the characters I have written about either. I am at heart a shipper, not a slasher, and I don't write twink's either.
Despite what I put the characters through, I treat them as the characters I see them for, Hook as a ruthless, selfish pirate, beyond redemption, interested in nothing more than his own gratification. Peter is the eternal hero, flawed but noble, more naive in understanding than his body would suggest, and Wendy as his gallant and resourceful soulmate, much wiser than her years should allow.
This is, at heart, only entertainment, not designed to fit in with any other fantasy but my own. If it seems a cruel use of fictional characters....then sorry, but when the muse bites....I jump. (this may be only a one shot.....or not....depend on how long it takes me to exhaust this streak of perversity.)
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In this alternative universe, Hook wasn't swallowed by the crocodile, but Wendy did stay in Neverland along with the Lost Boys. Her brothers didn't. She is now fifteen or thereabouts, along with Peter and they have been battling Hook and the Pirates as usual, the rules of engagement unchanged.
Hook has now decided to change those rules.
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Wendy cried out as the man tightened the ropes around her already lacerated hands, her fingers going numb, the bonds acted like a tourniquet. With a last tug the man pushed her roughly to the ground, Wendy falling heavily on her side, the air leaving her lungs as she slumped to the floor gasping.
"That should hold the wench. Don't know how the hell she got out in the first place......"
With a final kick, the man left the small cabin, the door clicking shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness.
Sobbing brokenly, Wendy tried to get herself upright, squirming against the wooden floor and bracing her shoulders against the wall. Her hair covered her face and she tried to shake it out of the way, her vision blurring as pain bloomed in her head with each shake. Panting, she tried again, managing to get herself partially upright using her legs, her torn skirts rucking up around her thighs as she scrabbled for purchase. Weary beyond belief, her head ringing, Wendy stopped her struggles and sat for a moment, gathering her strength.
She had been so close, so close. Another foot and she would have been able to slip over the side and into the blessed ocean, but she had waited too long, her leg already over the rail when she was grabbed from behind and dragged back onto the deck, screaming and kicking at her captors. A blow silenced her screams, her senses leaving her briefly while the men rebound her arms and carried her back to the windowless cabin that had been her prison for the last two weeks. Taking no chances they bound her hands as well, leaving her legs and feet free.
Moaning, Wendy eased herself a bit more upright, scraping her hands against the rough wall, feeling blood trickling but too numb to feel the pain. How long she remained that way she didn't know, it could have been days but she supposed it was only hours when the door was suddenly flung open and a light appeared, blinding her and making her cry out, pushing herself further into the corner, her feet scrabbling on the floor.
The light swung closer, Wendy's eyes closing against its brightness, before being removed, the person holding it barking out a number of orders to the crew scurrying around the deck. Wendy heard the words and voice but couldn't make sense of them, her headache pounding through her head, leaving her deaf to anything but her own heartbeat. Suddenly figures crowded the doorway and she felt hands grabbing at her feet and legs. Weakly she kicked out, but was easily overpowered, rough hands pulling her through the door and setting her on her feet, only for her to collapse onto the deck, too weak to stand. Again the voice barked orders and she found herself swung up and over a brawny shoulder, her head hanging down his back to bump against his hip as he carried her away. He ducked into another cabin and swung her to the ground, Wendy screaming as her shoulder slammed into the floor, darkness claiming her as her mind finally succumbed and gave her some relief from her torment.
When she next opened her eyes she found herself lying on a thin pallet, her hands free and her head no longer throbbing so violently. She blinked muzzily, staring at the planking of the floor, feeling the dip and swell of the ship as it plowed through the waves. The lantern above her head swung lazily, the candle flickering and sending shadows skittering around the room. She tried to raise her arms but they felt like lead and thumped back to the mattress useless. She noted that her wrists were bloody and bruised from the ropes, bruises also evident up her arms to where they disappeared into the ragged sleeves of her shift. Dully she lay there, listening to the creak of the ship, the thud of feet across the deck above her head, just glad to be out of the airless cell and her hands unbound. She must had slept, her eyes next opening to sunlight streaming through the cabin windows, the lamp above her head extinguished and still. The ship only rolled in a slight swell, no longer under sail and Wendy's head felt a little clearer, no longer pounding. Groaning under her breath, Wendy rolled onto her back, taking stock of her situation.
They had been foolish to think that Hook wouldn't retaliate, that he'd do what he'd always done, sit and sulk and plot. This time Hook acted, not playing the game by the rules but making his own. As Peter, Wendy and the Lost Boys celebrated their latest triumph over Hook, he was sailing the Jolly Roger to Cannibal Cove and preparing to ambush the Indian encampment while the party was in full swing and everyone's guard down. As a plan, it worked to perfection, the revellers easily overwhelmed by the angry pirates, Peter managing to escape with the Lost Boys but leaving Wendy behind to be captured by Hook's men and carried back to the ship. This raid differed from previous by its sheer savagery, several braves and squaws losing their lives to the pirates cutlasses before they gained the upper hand and drove the pirates back to the beach. Peter tried to ambush the raiding party half way down the track but was beaten back, two of the boys badly injured and Peter had to retreat.
On the ship Wendy was thrown into the tiny cabin in the prow of the ship, a bucket her only furniture, her situation growing more desperate as the days passed. They ignored her cries and blows on the thick door, sliding a plate of some indefinable liquid under the door at infrequent intervals, her initial disgust turning to desperation as each day passed, her cabin feeling like a tomb as she nearly suffocated with the heat during the day and froze at night. She heard noises one night and prayed that it was Peter coming to rescue her but no-one came and she collapsed in despair. Her condition gradually worsened, her lack of food and water taking it's toll on her body, then one afternoon she noticed that the door, usually tightly closed, appeared to be open. Cautiously she pulled it open a crack, peering through. Just as quickly she closed it again, testing it a second later to reassure herself that it was truly open. It was still light outside so she decided to wait until dark and attempt her escape then. When she judged that the crew had gone to sleep and left only the night watch, she crept out of the stifling cabin and along the passageway, her shaking limbs carrying her as far as the hatch before she had stop and rest, panting painfully. After a few moments she pushed the hatch open and peered out. Moonlight washed the deck and she inched forward, her eyes wide as she crept closer to the deck rail. She managed to hook one leg over the splintered wood when hands grabbed her from behind.
Groaning again, Wendy rolled onto her side and drew her legs up, getting onto all fours and shuffling over towards a stout chair, using that to get her to her feet painfully slowly. Blinking, Wendy stared around the room, hardly believing her eyes. She recognised the room from her visit several years before, when she'd first visited Neverland, the time Hook had tried to cajole her into joining his crew as Red Handed Jill. Now she was his captive, locked in his cabin and awaiting his decision as to her fate. Crumpling to the floor, Wendy sagged against the chair and wept, exhaustion claiming her along with despair.
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Peter gritted his teeth as the lash whistled through the air and painted another red line across his shoulders, the pain spearing his senses, his back arching in a vain attempt to escape the blow. He'd known that his feeble attempt to aid in Wendy's escape would earn him a punishment, his own discomfort negligible compared with his desire to get Wendy away from the ship and out of Hook's clutches. The whip sang through the air again and agony shot down his arms, leaving him panting, tears sliding down his face as his mind tried to cope with the onslaught. His body was already a mass of aches and pain, from his abused backside, to his swollen face, one eye almost shut from a careless fist when he proved too slow to respond to an order. He saw darkness start to infringe on his sight, his mind welcoming the relief from the agony in his limbs, but a shouted order quickly brought him around, the voice deep and gravelly, silky and rough at the same time. The sun beat down on his body as footsteps approached and the smell of sandalwood rose above the stench of sweat and blood.
"Enough, Mister Coal......he's no use to me dead."
"Aye aye sir.....pass the bucket!"
Moments later icy sea water sluiced over Peter, stinging his raw injuries and reviving him to fresh agony as he slumped to the ground, the ropes holding his arms to the mast cut to free him.
"Take the boy to my cabin, let him join my other captive, she can care for him while you swabs clean up this mess and get the ship under sail."
Peter remained senseless during his transportation to Hook's cabin, his body dropped carelessly on the floor to lay like a broken doll as the door was locked again.
Wendy lay curled on her side, making herself as small as possible, hoping that she would be ignored as the burly sailors entered Hook's cabin and deposited a body on the floor near the door. She waited for them to leave, the lock turning loudly before their footsteps retreated and she heard orders shouted to get the ship under sail again. Huddled in the corner, she peered through her lank hair to the silent lump on the floor. She couldn't see much from her position, only a brown arm with a lax hand laying palm up on the wooden planking, the skin dark with dirt and blood. When the body didn't move, she inched out of her haven, crawling across the floor towards the hand, stopping whenever she heard a shout, poised to flee back to her corner if the door opened. Cautiously she approached across the floor, her eyes darting around the room, as if expecting Hook to loom out of a shadow at any moment. As she came closer she could see that the body was of a young man, his sun brown skin dappled with bruises and welts and fresh blood. His head was turned away from her, his hair dirty and matted, darkened with blood and sweat. Tentatively she reached out a finger and touched his arm, finding the skin warm to the touch, a pulse visible in his neck as she shuffled forward for a better view. She could see his chest rising and falling, his naked body covered in bruises and signs of numerous beatings. Tears sprang to her eyes as sympathy for his plight swept over her, helplessness making her weak and weepy. The youth moaned and he turned his head to face her, his face swollen, his mouth a mass of cuts, blood seeping from the corner. Appalled, Wendy crawled to his side, hardly recognising the face under the dirt and abuse, her fingers reaching out to touch one winged brow, tears coursing down her face as she traced the contours of his face.
"Oh Peter....oh my love.....what is to become of us."
As if sensing her presence, Peter managed to partially open one bruised eye, the other too swollen to open. He seemed to recognise her, his lips curving into a ghost of a smile before his head rolled to the side as he slipped back into unconsciousness, her name on his last sigh.
Behind her, the door suddenly banged open and Wendy crouched over Peter's body, her own a slender shield as several men entered, standing guard beside the door as if the captives were fit to do anything more than watch. Hook swept through followed by his first mate, Smee and another man who carried a bundle of cloth. Smee put down the two buckets he'd been carrying, one having steam curling from the surface, then stood to the side, his head bent submissively. The sailor deposited his burdens and quickly left, the two guards following him out, leaving Hook and Smee behind.
Wendy remained where she was, crouched protectively over Peter's body, her limbs trembling as Hook's heels clicked over the floor towards her.
"Yes he is rather a mess.....my men have had quite some sport with him. Just can't seem to get good help these days, they always play so rough with their new toys."
Hook tittered, Smee snorting in an echo, his head still downbent. The pirate captain circled the two captives, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes gleaming palely as he stared at the emaciated, defiant girl and the bloodied boy.
"I'm so sorry your stay aboard the Jolly Roger has not been as pleasant as your last visit, but I really couldn't stand any more of this childish nonsense. I have had enough of Peter Pan and his antics, and I have had enough of playing second fiddle to this island. I have decided that I will now make the rules that govern this place, and that you two will be my insurance against retaliation from Peter's loyal boys, as I'm sure they will try to rescue you both, along with that absurd fairy that always hangs around. With Peter Pan as my ace, I will rule here and finally get my due respect from this heathen island. I might even set myself up at King of Neverland...what do you say to that?"
"You're mad......you must be insane to hatch such a lunatic plan,"
"My dear young lady...although that hardly applies in the state you are currently in..you look more like a workhouse whore than anything close to a lady." Hook laughed again, his hair rippling darkly in the uncertain light of the afternoon sun. "I have grown tired of being bested by a boy, a callow youth....and I find that I much prefer to have him as my slave, than as my opponent. You are just here to make sure he tows the line. I wouldn't have believed it possible but he actually cares for you, amazing given his usual carefree attitude to the females he kidnaps and brings to Neverland. You have proved to be his Achilles heal, Wendy Darling.....his downfall.....his nemesis."
Wendy hung her head, her lips trembling as she acknowledge the truth of his word. But for her Peter would still be only a boy, carefree and uncaring, cavalier and brash, untouched by grown up worries, free to be what he always was, instead of the man he now promised to be. She had brought about the changes, and she now bore the guilt for bringing them to this state. Lifting a grubby hand, she swiped the tears away before turning her face up to Hook, defiance blazing from her sunken eyes, her mouth set in a determined line.
"You have won this battle......but you have not won the war."
"Oh but I have......and I intend to enjoy the spoils. But first things first.....you are charged with the task of redeeming this wretched boy back to full health. If he dies, you die a second later. If he lives....you will reap the benefits of having him hale and hearty and in close contact with you. But don't entertain any hopes of rescue or escape. You are both insurance for the others good behaviour, if you escape, he's will suffer greatly before I gut him. If he escapes....you will be given to the crew before your throat is cut and your body thrown to the sharks."
Wendy's eyes burned as she stared at their tormentor, her heart thumping painfully in her chest.
Hook crouched down on his heels, his hook reaching out to tangle in her limp hair, pulling Wendy's face towards him over Peter's supine body.
"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Averting her burning gaze, Wendy mumbled an answer. Hook snagged her hair and jerked her forward, her eyes flying to his as pain made tears start to her eyes.
"I said......do I make myself clear?"
"As crystal.....Captain Hook."
Releasing her, Hook rose to his feet, towering over them, his lip curled in a sneer.
"Good.....then I suggest you make the most of the supplies left by Smee and my men and clean up this carcass before I return at dusk."
Turning on his heel, Hook stalked from the cabin, Smee bobbing in his wake, the door shutting smartly behind them.
Closing her eyes, Wendy felt her fleeting strength leach out of her, leaving her shaky and drained. A moan from the body below her brought her back to the present, her eyes searching Peter's face for any sign he was regaining his senses. Seeing him still dead to the world, Wendy leant down and pressed her lips to his in a faint kiss before turning away and pulling herself to her feet using one of the chairs again. On the table was spread bread and fruit, as well as a jug of liquid and a bottle of spirits. Pulling out the chair, Wendy tore off a piece of the bread and eagerly stuffed it into her mouth, chewing ecstatically before pulling the jug towards her and taking a mouthful of the cool water within. She ate for the next few minutes, taking small bites and chewing well, aware that she shouldn't over load her stomach after days of privation. Feeling considerably better, she got to her feet and inspected the supplies left behind. She then explored the cabin, testing the windows and searching the room. There was a bed against one wall but it was obviously Hook's and she didn't dare touch it for fear of soiling the fine linen and incurring his wrath. That left the thin pallet to use for Peter to lie on while she cleaned him up. Returning to where Peter lay, Wendy grasped his leg and slowly, painfully, dragged him across to the pallet, rolling him onto it, exposing his back to her horrified gaze. The strips left by the whip oozed blood, some of them crusted and black, other reopened with his slide across the floor and seeping in slow streamers across his skin. Pulling the bucket of hot water over to the mattress, Wendy tore up one of the sheets and started to clean up Peter's back, her tears blinding her as she wiped the blood and dirt from his sun bronzed flesh. She worked steadily, mindful that Hook had given her a deadline, the bars of sunshine moving across the floor, indicating that time was passing inexorably. She cleaned Peter all over, from the tip of his toes to the crown of his head, sponging the dirt from his hair to reveal its dull gold curls, far removed from their usual sun-kissed glory. As each wound and bruise was revealed, she felt a tear slip down her face to land on the mottled skin, her touch as gentle as she could make it and still remove the caked blood. The bucket of warm water was almost black when she finished, her arms aching as she rolled Peter onto his stomach again to dress the fresh lash marks across his shoulders and down to his buttocks. There was a pot of ointment and she sniffed it, smelling the herbs and guessing that it was a healing balm. With just her fingertips she worked it into the welts, her continuous tears blending with the ointment and soothing the lacerations. When she finished, she sat back on her heels, gazing at the pathetic body, so sorely beaten, and wanted to throw herself to the floor and sob. Instead, she collected all the used rags and placed them by the door with the bucket of dirty water, before returning to the body on the mattress and curling up beside it on the bare planks, her strength at an end.
When Hook returned at the appointed time, the cabin seemingly drenched in blood from the setting sun, he found her still curled beside the mattress, her hand reaching out to the body beside her, negligent of her own state, her rags barely covering her back.
Ignoring the girl, Hook ran his eyes over the boy, drinking in his form. For long minutes he stared down at Peter's naked back, his eyes sweeping the length of the long spine, the narrow hips and tapering, well muscled legs. He ignored the purple bruising, instead seeing the definition of the shoulders, the dimples above the buttocks, the creases behind the knees, the tousled, tangled curls rioting over the boys head. Absently, as if hardly realising he did it, Hook caressed his own manhood, feeling the curl of desire seep into his bones, the tightening of his groin sending heat into his veins, his heart starting to beat as if awakening from a deep sleep. As he rubbed himself through his trousers, his eyes travelled over the shadowed arms ending in the slender, but strong fingers, their nails still holding the grime, ragged and broken.
He longed to turn him over, to gloat over his face and figure, to see the fear leap into his enemy's eyes as he awoke to the realisation that he was now in Hook's power, no longer free to wield his magic, tied to the girl by his side, his nemesis, his albatross. Hook wanted to laugh out loud, his body singing with the feel of triumph, his mind supplying images of what he'd like to do with that body so temptingly displayed to his avid gaze, but then he saw the deep bruising, the sharp cuts and he knew he would have to temper his avarice until the boy was healed and once more whole, in body if not in mind. To tame a sound and enslaved Peter Pan would add a piquancy to the deal and Hook was, above all else, a patient man when his own interests were at the heart of the matter. Stepping back, his body edging away from the rampant lust raging through his veins, Hook smiled thinly, his eyebrow arching as he regarded the filthy girl at his feet. She also held promise for his pleasure, her fine bones and elegant features begging to be dressed in something more refined than the rags adorning her thin form.
Deciding that he felt in the mood for a little fun at his captives expense, Hook walked back to the door and called to the man stationed outside.
"You...take these things away," he nudged the bucket and rags, "get Smee and tell him to organise a bath, with plenty of hot water and soap."
"Aye sir," the man hurriedly grabbed the bucket and bundle and sloped away. Hook sauntered over to his bed and sat on the edge, keeping the two bodies on the floor within his line of sight. Shortly Smee returned, several men following with the hip bath and buckets of steaming water. Smee fussed around as they placed it where Hook indicated, filling it half way before backing out of the cabin, Smee the last to leave, his eyes downcast, never once acknowledging the two young people in his captains cabin. With the door shut, Hook divested himself of his heavy coat, leaving him in his frilled shirt and breeches. Walking over to where Wendy lay, he nudged her with his shoe. When that didn't work he reached down with his hook and entwined it in her long hair, lifting her off the floor. Wendy gasped and instantly reached up to free herself from the clasp of the metal hook, her eyes watering as her scalp protested at the harsh treatment.
"Get up slut......you smell worse than a midden."
Blinking, her face ashen, Wendy lurched to her feet, Hook's appendage still tangled in her hair. He pulled her over to the bath and roughly pulled his hook free, Wendy cowering as he indicated for her to get in. Mutely she shook her head, receiving a cuff from Hook for her pains.
"I said you smell......get that rag off and take a bath!"
Her eyes downcast, a flush creeping up her neck, Wendy pulled the soiled shift off her shoulders and let it slide down her body, revealing her starved frame to Hook's avid eyes.
"Get in the water girl.......there's soap on the table and a wash cloth in the tub."
Trying her best to ignore the man watching her every move, Wendy climbed stiffly into the wooden tub, the water climbing the sides as she sank down, covering her to her waist. Drawing her knees up she tried to hide her chest, her hair acting like a cloak of modesty.
Impatient with her, Hook once more tangled his hook in her long locks, yanking her head back painfully.
"Don't hide yourself from me girl.......you are mine now, and I want to see what you have that is so irresistible to the Pan."
Filled with shame, her body suffused with fear and embarrassment, Wendy lowered her arms, her knees relaxing, her head still tilted upwards as Hook looked his fill. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his gaze on her, her body stiff and trembling in the warm water. Hook slowly unravelled his hook from her tangled hair and sat back on the bed, her body displayed in all its vulnerability, her trembling making the water ripple around her legs and torso.
"Stop shaking, and start washing." He ordered gruffly, his body responding to her nakedness as easily as he'd risen to the boys'. Slowly Wendy started to wash herself, her movements jerky and awkward, but the feel of getting clean overshadowing her fear and shame so that she scrubbed and lathered her skin, sluicing off the days of sweat and muck, leaving her skin pink and clean. Once she had washed to his satisfaction, Hook ordered her to wash her hair, which she did, using one of the buckets of clean water to rinse it, the bath water now scummy and cloudy.
"Stand up and lets look at you."
Hesitantly, Wendy stood in the bath, the water lapping at her calves as she stood, like a Venus risen from the sea, her still immature curves hinting at the lush woman to come in later years. Hook let his eyes wander over her, taking in the tip-tilted breasts, rosy from the heat of the water, her ribs too prominent, her belly flat and soft. He skimmed over her jutting hip bones, dismissing them as easily remedied with good food, dwelling on the softly furred mound of her sex before passing downwards and enjoying the length of slender leg that disappeared into the water. He was now uncomfortably tight in his trousers, his lascivious gaze skimming back up her body, finding her head bent, her face turned to the side, her hair hanging down her back, dripping into the bath water.
"Step out girl.....I'll hold the towel for you." Grinning, Hook watched as Wendy stepped out of the bath, her feet like those of a deer, stepping lightly, almost delicately onto his cabin floor. She still had her head turned away and he almost wished she would look at him, but he knew the expression in her eyes would be ugly, so he let her have her little triumph while he roughly swung the bath sheet around her body, her hands coming up to clutch it to her like a shield.
"With a bit of feeding up, you'll make a tolerable fuck.....it'll give the boy a rest on the nights I use you instead."
He finally got the reaction he was wanting, Wendy's head jerking up, her eyes blazing as she absorbed his words, her mouth curling into a grimace of disgust, her hands releasing the bath sheet to curl into talons reaching to rake his face as she leap at him.
She managed to get in one good swipe, her ragged nails catching his chin and neck as she flailed at him, her body still damp and slippery as he tried to grasp her and capture her hands in his one good hand. With a twist he threw her onto the bed, his body capturing her thrashing legs, his hook pressing against her throat as she lay trapped beneath him, her chest heaving from the brief fight, her eyes ablaze with hatred for him.
"Go ahead, Wendy....hate me, hate me with a passion...it will make your capitulation that much sweeter when you come to me willingly."
"Never, you soulless bastard......"
"Oh I think you will.......if only to save your precious Peter from the same fate as I offer you.....as a willing slave to my carnal appetites."
Wendy stared up into his pitiless blue eyes, her own swimming with impotent tears, her voice seemingly strangled, her heart frozen in her chest as Hook continued to hold her, pinned as effortlessly as if she were no more than a butterfly. Sensing her torment, Hook lowered his wickedly pointed barb away from her throat and trailed it downwards, over her collarbone to between her breasts, then over to a nipple, resting the cold steel against it so that is rose and pebbled. Wendy grimaced, her eyes closing against this further insult, her body tense beneath him, poised for flight if he ever released her. Feeling the fear in her, Hook laughed, easing himself off slightly to trail his hook further down her body, seeing her stomach flinch as the cool metal stroked her skin, brushing over her pubic hair and onto her thighs. Heat rose from her skin, the smell of the soap teasing Hook's nose, the scent mixed with something indefinable but entirely feminine.
"So what say you, Wendy.....will you pleasure me if I spare Peter?"
Hook stared down at the lashes resting against Wendy's pale cheeks. His gaze wandering over her features, resting on her lips, her agitated breath puffing over his face as she panted.
"I would have your answer......" He pressed the point of his hook into the soft flesh inside her thigh, making her jerk under him.
As he watched, her lashes lifted and she stared up at him, the blaze of anger and passion gone from her like a candle snuffed out.
"I will do whatever you want, willingly and without complaint."
Grinning, Hook lifted his arm and brought it back to rest against her neck, watching the pulse leap under her white skin.
"That's just what I wanted to hear Wendy....so compliant, so subservient. My little slave...." Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to hers, his moustache brushing her upper lip as he lightly kissed her. Wendy shuddered, Hook feeling the involuntary reaction as a surge of anger racing through him as her response to a simple kiss.
"I suggest you learn to control such a reaction in the future....if you want your Peter to remain in one piece."
Swallowing Wendy nodded, her lashes lowering to hide her eyes again. Hook once more pressed his lips to hers, this time finding her body soft and unmoving, her lips warm against his. Satisfied that he'd made his point, Hook lifted himself off of her and turned away.
"You'll find clothes in that chest over there," he waved towards the wall behind the bed. "Find something to cover yourself.....I don't share my toys with the crew......not while they please me, at least."
Shaking, Wendy rolled off the bed, her legs barely able to support her, and staggered over to the chest, hunkering down to rummage through the clothes spilling out. She found a dress and quickly pulled it over her head, heedless of its design or colour. It hung on her thin frame like a sack but she didn't care, its thick material giving her a much needed feeling of safety, hidden for the time being from the devil across the room. Pushing the other clothes away, she rose and turned to face the room.
Hook was talking to someone outside the door, and after checking that she was decently covered, Hook pulled the door wide, admitting his men who hauled the bath away to empty. Wendy stood at the end of the room and watched without interest, her hands laying still by her sides, her head slightly turned so that she seemed to be staring at the wall. Hook shut the door again when the men finished the task, his eyes sweeping over her seemingly subservient figure, a smile curling his lips. As he passed Peter, still stretched out on the pallet, he nudged the boy with his shoe, the body rolling slightly but otherwise unaware. Content that he would only have to deal with the girl, Hook walked to the table and picked at the food still heaped on the plates, pouring himself a goblet of Madeira before sitting down in one of the ornate chairs. As he sipped, he stared at Wendy, seeing her hair starting to curl at the ends as it dried in the warm cabin air.
"Come and have something to eat...I know you must be hungry, so don't bother to dissemble....sit!"
With reluctance very evident in her body language, Wendy slowly paced to the table, taking a chair on the opposite side from Hook.
"Too far, m'dear.....come and sit over here!" He grinned broadly and indicated his lap, lowering his leg and patting his breeches. Wendy swallowed, her eyes closing briefly, before rising to her feet and approaching around the table, standing next to Hook, her face pale and set. As she dithered, Hook pulled her down to sit on him, her body almost falling off backwards as she tried to right herself, pulling away from contact with his body but finding herself trapped between Hook and the table edge. Her hands lay clutched together in her lap, her eyes once more downcast, her head slightly turned away. Using his hook, he titled her chin, bringing it around to face him.
"Remember m'dear.....please me, and your precious Peter will only feel my wrath lightly......incur my anger, and he will be punished for your offence...."
"I've already told you I will do what you want," Wendy whispered, her eyes boring into his, mutiny lurking in their blue depths.
"And what do you think I have in mind for you to do?" Hook asked, taking a sip of the dark wine, his gaze never leaving her expressive face. He saw a ghost of a grimace pass over her features before she dropped her mask into place.
"You want to use me for your carnal appetites....to make love to me, use my body...."
Hook's harsh laugh cut her off, startling her.
"Make love.......oh no, there is no love involved in this.....you are only a vessel for me to relieve my bodies needs upon. I don't love you Wendy....I don't even particularly like you......but you have a sound body, and a pleasing countenance......and you will do whatever I tell you to do....which makes you most desirable. You are an object for me to use to slake my lusts....and I have many lusts that have been sorely neglected these past years......" As he spoke, he put the goblet down on the table and lifted his hand to stroke her thighs through the thick dress, his hook behind her back, running up and down her spine.
"Are you a virgin Wendy?"
She jerked, a tiny movement but still visible. Smiling his satisfaction he gripped her leg with his hand, digging his fingers into the soft flesh under the cloth.
"Oh joy.....I haven't had the pleasure of despoiling a virgin in such a long time......as Peter is not up to joining our party, I think I should start to instruct you how to please me......you are a little skinny, but I'm sure I can ignore that.....I'll use my imagination and pretend you're a plump pigeon begging to be stuffed."
Again he laughed, Wendy finding herself shaking uncontrollably, her hands icy in her lap. Suddenly she found herself pitched off his lap and sprawled on the floor at his feet. Hook towered over her, lifting the goblet to drain it, his shoe nudging her to sit up.
"You may start by taking that ridiculous sack off......I prefer my slaves to be naked....its so much harder to conceal secrets when there's nothing but what nature gave you to hide them in."
Still kneeling, Wendy unlaced the front of the dress and wriggled out of it, the material puddling around her as she crouched on the floor.
"Get up.....tonight you will my body servant as well as my bed warmer, so listen, look and learn. I will allow you this night to be clumsy and awkward, but from here on, each mistake will mean a punishment for Peter.....I will keep a ledger, and when he is fit and well again.....I will exact each punishment and make you watch. Don't you think that's a wonderful idea?"
Wendy stood in front of him, misery swimming in her eyes.
"Please don't do this......please."
"I don't remember giving you leave to speak slave ?" Hook hissed, seeing Wendy flinch as he turned on his heel, his back to her.
"You may start by helping me undress.....I am in need of clean clothes and a wash....." Hook waited as Wendy stepped out of her dress and came to stand in front of him, her hands lifting to unbutton his shirt. Slapping her hands away, he pointed to his feet, her eyes skittering from his sneering face to stare down at the floor. Kneeling back on her heels, she lifted his foot to rest on her bare thighs, one hand resting behind his ankle, the other easing off the black shoe and putting it to the side. She put the foot down and moved to the other, lifting it and repeating the motion. Then she reached up to his knee and rolled the stocking down his leg, easing it over his foot, repeating it for the other leg as well. Standing bare foot, his toes wiggling against the rug, Hook looked down at the girl, his eyebrow raised as she bit her lip, waiting for his instruction.
"Trousers next....."
Rising up on her knees Wendy reached with shaking fingers to undo the buttons down the side of the front flap. When they were done she reached around his waist to the side tapes, unbuttoning them before sitting back a bit and tugging at the breeches. Having a naked girl undress him was proving an arousing experience, Hook's manhood straining to be released from its confinement, making the removal of his trousers that much more difficult as Wendy tugged them down his legs. As she bent her back to pull them off, over his feet, he felt an overwhelming urge to tell her to hurry up, but he squashed it, taking inordinate pleasure in her hesitant touch and rosy blushes. Under his trousers, he wore a pair of fine, linen drawers which poorly hid his burgeoning arousal, his cock tenting his drawers and leaving a damp patch at the front. Having folded the trousers and put them to the side, Wendy turned to face Hook again, finding herself almost eye to eye with his sex.
"Get on with it girl....."
Lifting her hand, Wendy carefully untied the cord holding the front of the drawers together, the fabric falling open under her touch with indecent haste as his cock bobbed, Wendy taking care not to touch the bulge as she eased the linen down Hook's thighs and removed them.
Now Hook only wore his frilled shirt that hung down to his hips, his manhood sticking out from the hem, a bead of liquid glistening at the tip.
"Fetch the bucket and a cloth......I feel the need to be refreshed."
Obediently, Wendy rose to her feet and padded over to the bucket left behind when the bath had been removed. She glanced at Peter's body, still lying insensible, glad that he was not witnessing her humiliation and debasement. Carrying the bucket across the floor, she found Hook reclining on his bed, still wearing the shirt, his body resting on his elbows, watching her every move. Walking back to the table, she lifted a couple of the towels lying there and carried them back to the bed. Hook draped a leg negligently over the side of the bed, waving it back and forth in front of her. Taking her cue, Wendy knelt by the bed and spread one of the towels over her lap, dipping the other into the still warm water before placing Hook's foot on the towel and starting to clean it. She kept her touch light and impersonal as she wiped the towel over and between his toes, then up his calf, careful not to snag the dark hairs that sprouted along the length of white skin, the muscles flexing under her fingers as she worked. Hook shifted on the bed, bringing the other leg around for her to work on, finding the sight and feel of her washing his feet unbearably arousing, his toes feeling sensitised as she rubbed between them to dry them.
"Dry them with your hair...." He purred, his eyes smouldering as Wendy darted him a surprised glance before putting the towel down and lifting his foot once more onto her lap and leaning down, exposing the long curve of her back to his gaze. The feel of her silky hair running between his toes brought a moan to his throat, his body tightening and swelling as she rubbed her hair up his leg to his knee before doing the same to the other leg. When she finished, he placed his foot against her chest and pushed, sending her falling backwards, the bucket slopping on the floor. Alarmed, Wendy scuttled to mop up the water with the already wet towel, shooting Hook a worried look as she cleaned up the spill.
"Get me another glass of wine......" He instructed, laying back on the bed and placing the pillows so that he was reclining but not laying completely flat, his eyes on the slender figure as she refilled his goblet and carried it carefully back to him. She stood undecided beside the bed, her skin still tinted with a blush of shame and embarrassment.
"Carry on with the wash....you've only completed half of the task...."
He saw her face working. "What is it you want to say, slave?"
"If you don't want to have a wet bed, I need you to lift yourself up so I can slide a towel under you."
Smiling, Hook did just that, lifting his hips, his cock standing proud beneath the shirt as Wendy slid a towel under his buttocks and thighs, her eyes studiously avoiding looking at his penis. Settling himself back on the bed, Hook watched as Wendy stood beside the bed, leaning over his legs, her hair draped over her shoulders, her breasts swaying and jiggling as she worked to wash his thighs. As she worked her way upwards, he saw her glancing at his erect member, her lips thinning as she concentrated on not touching it. Her avoidance only aroused him further, his heart starting to thump as she lifted the bottom of his shirt to wash around his waist and down to his sex. Somehow she managed to wash his pubic area without once contacting his raging erection, pausing only to ask him to part his legs so she could clean between, so matter-of-factly that Hook acquiesced without a murmur, allowing her to wash him from front to back in such an asexual way that it amused him mightily. He had to hand it to her, she was a cool customer, her face keeping its bland countenance. Again her eyes asked a question and he gave her leave to speak.
"Do you want me to dry you the same way I did your legs?"
He stared at her, standing beside the bed in all her nakedness, as calm and collected as if she did this everyday. Bemused and impressed, Hook grinned and nodded, his cock rising to the occasion as lust started to nibble at his control. Bending over him, Wendy proceeded to rub her hair all over his thighs, starting from above his knees and working her way up, stopping just before his groin before repeating the action with his other leg. The sensation was unbearable, so erotic that Hook almost groaned aloud when she paused. Repositioning herself, Wendy bent over and draped her hair over his hips, her hands rubbing her hair over his belly like a silken whisper, the strands combing through his dark curls but never touching his sex. Almost moaning in anticipation, Hook let his legs part to give her access inbetween, the anticipation notching his heartrate up as Wendy draped her long hair over his sex and ball sac, the tickling strands coating his inner thighs like a cool breeze. This time she didn't use her hands, just moved her head, allowing her hair to brush and pull against and around his manhood, tangling it and releasing it, stroking and caressing it without her hands ever touching him. This time Hook did moan, low and guttural, his body nearly shaking with the feelings of intimacy the act created against his skin.
Slowly, Wendy drew back, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and waiting for him to instruct her, her face blank.
Breathing heavily Hook gazed at this woman-child that had almost unmanned him with her simply compliance with his wishes. A hint of a smile on those full lips was her undoing, Hook lashing out and smacking her across the face, her head snapping back as she tumbled to the floor.
"Don't think this gives you any power.....you are just a means to an end........my end......" He hissed, his state of frustrated arousal making him spiteful. Wendy lay on her side on the floor, one hand to her mouth, tasting blood on her tongue. It had given her a sense of triumph over her tormentor to bring him to such a quivering state of being with simply her touch, but she had mistaken Hook for an ordinary man, which he was not. There was no softness, no angle that she could exploit, she was helpless, a slave to his bidding. Whatever she did for him would only make him hate her more, his thirst for revenge only the greater, the more pleasure she gave him.
Hook swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, towering over her. Reaching down he closed his hand over her arm and yanked her to her feet, her hair swinging around her body. Turning , he threw her on the rumpled covers, where she sprawled on her back. Needing to ease his discomfort, his eyes glittering, Hook pulled her unresisting body to the edge of the bed, her legs falling to either side of his body, exposing her to him. He had allowed her too much control, allowed her to think she could master him with her erotic touch and sinful hair. Bending her legs back at the knee, he positioned himself at her entrance, his engorged penis throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Resting on his hook, he lifted his hand and spat on the palm, slapping his hand between her legs to moisten her entrance, his middle slipping inside, testing her readiness. He looked down at himself, his cock red and swollen, the head darker and glistening, poised between her white thighs, her light brown nether hairs pointing to her apex. With her legs hooked over his arms, Hook pressed forward, his cock now resting directly against her virgin portal. Pausing he looked down at her body, the breasts now flat against her chest, the nipples likewise, her head turned away, eyes closed.
"Look at me slave......look into the eyes of your violator, and weep for your lost innocence....." He pushed a little harder, seeing her wide blue eyes starting to fill with tears, the liquid spilling over and sliding down into her hair. "Feel me enter you and tear your childhood to ribbons...." The head of his member was now buried in her, her body shaking as her eyes lost their focus and her mouth opened in a rictus of pain. He felt his cock come up against her maidenhead. "Know that I have taken what you would have given him freely, if he'd only had the sense to ask for it!"
With a final thrust he buried himself inside her, a cry ripped from her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as Hook moved back only to thrust into her again, buried to the hilt. Wendy's hands gripped the bedsheet, her fingers white-knuckled as Hook plunged into her unwilling body again and again, his prickly skin rubbing against hers each time their bodies melded together. Hook was beyond need, beyond want, he was pure lust, his body craving its release after being so pitched on the edge of frustration for too long, his body building towards its climax, taking its pleasure of the vessel in its power, heedless of her pain or tears, only focussed on his feverish pace and impending explosion. With a powerful arch of his back, Hook dove one last time into Wendy's body, his manhood releasing its burden of sperm, his body jerking in release as he emptied himself inside her. As he started to soften, he withdrew, blood and body fluids coating her thighs as he leant back, breathing heavily, his mouth open to gasp in more air. His heart was thundering in his chest, his arms and legs shaky with the expulsion of his seed. Wendy lay quiescent against the bed covers, her body limp and boneless. Stepping back, he let her legs fall over the side of the bed, her too prominent hip bones more evident. Her hands still gripped the sheets in a death hold, her hair hiding her face from his gaze. Standing away from the bed, Hook stared down at her, no flicker of pity or compassion in his eyes, his manhood now limp and spent between his legs as he staggered to a chair and sat down. Snagging the bottle of Madeira he took a long draught, wiping his mouth on his shirt as he continued to regard the body on the bed, her chest rising and falling but otherwise unmoving.
"Get out of my bed and clean yourself up......" he ordered, feeling sticky himself, looking down to see smears of blood on the hem of his shirt and around his deflated sex.
Infinitely slowly, Wendy raised herself up into a sitting position, her bare feet feeling for the floor as she stood up, her arms once more crossed protectively across her chest, her hair covering her back and shoulders. He watched as she silently washed, carefully cleaning between her legs and down her thighs, removing the evidence of his ravishment. When she was done, she stood by the bed, waiting.
"Get dressed and go tend to the boy......I'll have no more use for you tonight."
Gathering up the dress, Wendy pulled it on, tying the laces with trembling fingers. Taking a route as far removed from Hook's presence as possible, Wendy returned to the pallet against the wall, sinking down and turning her back to the room and its occupant.
Confident that while the boy remained inert, the girl would try nothing untoward, Hook saw about his own ablutions, removing the evidence of her innocence from his body before throwing himself on the bed and shutting his eyes. With a final glance at the still figure hunched by the wall, Hook gave into his bodies demand for sleep, his hook resting on his chest.
Wendy sat on the hard floor, her body pulsating with the pain between her legs, her feelings of disgust and shame blotting out all other considerations. She felt wetness on her face but ignored it, dashing her hand over her face to dry it, refusing to give into the despair blackening her mind.
She remained, stiff and uncomfortable, hunched beside Peter's still form, the tears drying on her cheeks as the candles died one by one, leaving only a single lantern to lighten the gloom. Peter started to stir, his body twitching, his fingers flexing as he swam up from the blackness of his mind, his senses crowding information into him as he awoke.
"Don't speak Peter....don't make a sound...for your sake and mine, don't cry out...."
Wendy's sibilant whisper reached him out of the darkness, his muscles tightening as he tried to push himself up from the yielding surface beneath him.
"Don't try and turn over Peter....your back is too sorely injured, it needs to heal......I will tell you all I know....just listen."
Peter listened as Wendy told him most of what Hook had tormented her with, of his plans to take over Neverland, to keep Peter and Wendy as slaves for his use, of the punishment for the escape of the other. As Wendy's whispered words painted the nature and substance of Hook's horrible fate for them both, Peter ground his teeth, his heart filled with fury and rage at their helplessness.
Finally, haltingly, Wendy told him of her ordeal, to prepare him for the inevitable, to avoid him reacting when Hook used her as he surely would in his presence. Peter listened in despair, his heart breaking for his Wendy, listening to her dispassionate telling of her rape and Hook's intentions to use her and punish him for her mistakes. Finally her words no longer whispered to him out of the darkness, her voice silenced by her shame. Turning his head, his back protesting even that small movement, Peter tried to make Wendy out in the darkness, only seeing her darkly hunched shape beside his makeshift bed.
"I'm so sorry Wendy....."
Reaching out his arm, his back screaming in pain, Peter searched for her hand, finding it in the darkness, his fingers entwining with hers in silent sympathy and support.
"I fear he means to use you the same Peter.....despite his words to the contrary.......I convinced that when you are well he will enact the same fearful ordeal on you as he did on me.....and I don't know how to stop him."
The darkness closed in on her bleak words, Peter having no answer to what he instinctively knew was only the truth. Hook was an amoral and dissolute pirate, whose word wasn't worth the breath used to speak it. Only his injuries had prevented him being the one raped that night, and he raged inwardly for the hurt suffered by the gallant girl sitting beside him. His own ordeal he would endure as bravely as she had hers, his mind already prepared to take any amount of punishment if it kept her alive.
"We will survive this Wendy....I don't know how, but somehow we will escape this nightmare."
"I fear only death will grant us an escape Peter.......death or madness....at the moment.....I fear neither, and almost welcome them both."
The cool fingers entwined with his were suddenly gone and Peter felt his heart jump as Wendy's darker shape shifted away from him.
"Wendy?" He called, panicking that she had gone to do herself harm somehow. Within seconds she had returned and draped a blanket over his exposed back and legs, the rough material scratchy and abrasive.
"Sleep Peter......while you heal, I will work at finding his weakness. Maybe I can succeed where I failed tonight. I don't want you to be broken Peter....Neverland needs you......I need you...."
"Wendy......I wish........" Peter stuttered to a halt, the word inadequate to express his need.
Wendy's voice whispered to him out of the darkness. "So do I Peter.....so do I."
Once more the night closed in around them, Peter fretting against his body's weakness, his mind chasing in circles to find a way out of their horror, but nothing resolved itself, his body craving sleep as his mind fought to remain awake.
"Wendy?"
"I'm still here Peter...."
"I love you...."
"I know Peter...."
Unable to resist the lure of the dark, Peter closed his eyes and slept. Wendy remained awake, listening to his soft breathing, overlaid with the snores coming from the bed across the room. Her body ached but she ignored it, finding Peter's hand in the darkness and bringing herself close enough to cradle it against her breast before allowing herself to succumb to the welcoming death of sleep.
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Wendy's life settled into a rhythm of servitude and fearful anticipation. During the day she kept Hook's cabin clean and tidy, fetching Hook's breakfast, then helping the Captain dress and taking care of the night slops. She became an expert at caring for his elaborate clothes, attending to the minor repairs needed to keep them looking as fine as he demanded. She also learnt how he liked his meals, even to peeling his fruit and feeding him by hand when he demanded it. After sunset, when she was required to become his sex slave, she shed her clothes and performed all her duties nude, his delight in her humiliation a burning pain in her breast. He would make her bathe him, brush his hair, clean his boots, until the sight of her nakedness roused his lust to a fever pitch and he threw her on the bed to slake his desires, uncaring of her feelings on the matter. After the first week he became more unpredictable, springing himself upon her during the day, throwing her skirt over her head and bending her over a chair or the table, the act mercifully short-lived, his body appeased by her quick compliance. It seemed to Wendy that the more he used her, the more he had to have her, his need becoming obsessive, his greed to possess her body all consuming.
To all of it, Peter was a silent witness, his eyes burning behind his lids, able to shut out the sight but not the sound of Hooks ravishment of Wendy. He had managed, with Wendy's careful nursing, to recover from his injuries, his body now sporting a fine collection of yellow and green mottling to replace the blue and black of previous days. As soon as he'd been able to sit upright, Hook had fixed a collar around his neck, made of leather and fitted with a chain which was looped through a ring set into the hard timbers beside the boys bed. There were similar manacle for his hands and feet, but while he recovered, Hook kept only the collar in place, leaving his limbs free. For the first couple of days, Peter and Wendy had the cabin largely to themselves, Peter telling of his own capture in an abortive attempt to get aboard the Jolly Roger, the pirates expecting the attempt and netting Peter as he fought a rearguard, protecting the Lost Boys from the fury of the crew. Peter glossed over his treatment by the pirates, his injuries more eloquent than any words, Wendy needing no explanation, her own experience enough to fill in the gaps. As soon as the Pirate Captain appeared, Peter became a silent statue, motionless and invisible, his eyes seeing everything, but his mouth remaining mute. Hook had denied his request for clothes, slapping Wendy across both cheeks because he dared to even ask. Peter understood then, if he stepped out of line, Wendy would suffer. Similarly, Hook took great delight in kicking Peter when Wendy made a poor job of polishing one of his boots, Wendy's pleading only earning Peter another kick before she clamped her mouth shut to save him from Hook's cruelty.
Now into the second week of their captivity, both Peter and Wendy had leant that any slight indication of unwillingness on her part, or anger on Peter's at her treatment only caused the other further pain.
Once he was mobile, Peter was allowed to move within the limits of his chain, Hook extending it so that now Peter could move to any corner of the cabin, the chain looped up in his hand to avoid snagging it on the furniture. Peter still had no clothes, his body often the object of Hook's lustful gaze, despite Peter taking care to be in his corner whenever Hook walked through the door, to avoid exposing himself any more than he had to. Wendy had quickly become adept at anticipating Hook's mood, managing to arrive before him in the cabin, to be ready and to warn Peter in time. If Hook was aware of her strategies, he chose to ignore them, keeping Wendy busy for the daylight hours performing menial tasks until the sun sank beneath the waves. Peter, unused to the enforced inactivity, tried to use the time to build up his strength, pushing himself with simple exercises to keep his muscles from wasting. The steady supply of good food, which Hook insisted she eat largely in his presence, started to put flesh back on her slender frame, her ribs and hips becoming softer. Her curves were now more womanly until one evening Hook pronounced her to be a delectable morsel, luscious enough to tempt the devil himself. He then threw her on the table, not bothering to divest himself of his clothes and plundered her savagely, his hook buried in the wood of the table top while his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist as he took his pleasure of her, scattering dishes and food over the floor. When he'd finished, Wendy had to clean up the floor and reset the table before being allowed to take care of herself and retire to her bed. In a strange twist of reasoning, Hook had allowed Wendy to have a pallet next to Peter, so that they slept side by side, Wendy in her ugly dress, Peter with his rough blanket. Neither dared do more than touch hands in the dark of the night, not willing to find out what Hook's punishment would be if he found them in each others arms in the morning. What the crew thought of the strange menage was never known, Wendy's only contact with the Jolly Roger's crew being when she went to the galley for the Captain's meals. When there, she was largely ignored, only catching the occasional dark look as she hurried past, none of the crew brave enough to tempt the Captains wrath upon his head for tampering with his bedmate.
By the third week, Peter was a fit and healthy as he would ever be.
Peter had become accustomed to being without clothes, and of Wendy in a similar state as well. Hook only completely disrobed when he had a bath, even then, Wendy was the only one to see the pirate, Hook erecting a screen behind which he bathed, hidden from his crew and from Peter. Wendy told him that Hook had an elaborate contraption that held the hook in place, the leather leaving welts and wheals on Hook's skin if he didn't rub a salve into it every other day. That became another of Wendy's many tasks, her light touch easing the pain of the harness. At first Hook had watched her like a hawk, willing her to show fear or disgust when she first saw him undressed, but by then Wendy had created an impenetrable mask she could pull over her emotions with ease. The mask allowed her to endure his assaults on her and enabled her to perform the most menial or disgusting chore without a flicker of an eyelid. Her prosaic reaction to what Hook considered his most terrifying weapon, almost caused him to soften towards her, making him relax under her ministrations until he caught himself and viciously back handed her just for the hell of it, quickly shoring up his abominable show of weakness by using her a roughly as he could, leaving her bruised and bleeding.
Peter's evident return to health started to attract Hook's attention at last, the Captain spending time at the table, with Wendy on his lap, fondling her with his hand while his eyes raked over Peter's body, sitting with his knees against his chest in the corner. When Hook was present, Peter tried to make himself invisible, folding his body into the smallest possible target, shrinking into the shadows. In the daytime he had no such camouflage, Hook taking to entering his cabin without warning just to catch Peter in the act of walking around or stretching the cramp from his limbs. When that happened, Peter stood still, his head bowed until Hook left, the pirate never saying anything but his eyes missing nothing.
One night Hook started to use Wendy to bait Peter, turning his chair so that Peter had an unobstructed view of Wendy on Hooks lap, the mans hand parting her legs to delve between them then roaming up to fondle her breasts, his pale eyes gleaming over Wendy's shoulder, staring avidly at the shape of the boy in the corner, grinning as he plundered the body on his lap. Whenever Wendy had her back to Hook, her eyes took on a glazed look, her mind carrying her someplace else, away from the cabin and away from the man using her body for his pleasure. Peter saw her vacant eyes and wept inside, hanging his head as Hook loosened his clothing to free his straining sex, lifting the girl on his lap so that she straddled him, her legs either side of his, impaling her on his cock, ordering her to rise and fall, his head falling back on his shoulders as Wendy rode him, her back to him while leaning on the table for leverage. Finding the pace too slow, Hook kicked the chair back and pushed Wendy forward so she lay face down on the table. Positioning himself behind her, Hook plunged back into her, his hook resting against her back, his hand slapping her on her buttocks, leaving a handprint in red against her white flesh.
"Makes a pretty picture, doesn't it Peter?" Hook taunted, grinning at the boy in the shadows. He pushed harder into the body in front of him, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, her cleft parting to reveal her puckered hole. "I bet you'd like to have a chance to plough this pleasant field, wouldn't you boy......or maybe you don't have the dick to pleasure a woman." Hook laughed, slapping Wendy again, grunting as he pushed into her. Suddenly he stopped, an arrested expression on his face as an image painted itself in his mind. Pulling himself out of Wendy completely, he tucked himself away, still erect, before grabbing Wendy's hair with his hook and pulling her upright.
"I think it's time that Peter joined out little games, don't you Wendy?"
Miserably, Wendy could only shake her head, her eyes imploring Hook to change his mind. Hook only leered at her, mocking her before tossing her to the side, Wendy landing on the floor and huddling there, her expression haunted.
Hook approached Peter, reaching for the length of chain and the manacles hanging on the wall.
"Put your hands out boy."
Slowly Peter obeyed, seeing the gleam in Hook's eye daring him to refuse and give Hook an excuse to hurt Wendy. Deftly, Hook secured Peter's hands, a short chain allowing him an inch or two's space between his manacles. Next Hook grabbed the chain attached to Peter's collar and hauled the boy to his feet, Peter's tanned flesh glowing in the candlelight. Dragging the boy behind him, Hook approached the table, sweeping it clear before pushing Peter onto the hard surface so that he lay on his back, his eyes wide with trepidation of what was to come. Hook pulled the boys arms above his head, securing the manacles to a hook at the head of the table before looping the collar chain around a table leg, then around Peters neck and over to the other side, making it impossible for Peter to move without choking himself.
"You have leant your lessons well.......such willingness to comply......you look almost eager for this.....but no..." Hook glanced at Peters body, seeing his limp manhood nestled quietly in his groin. "You are not at all eager.....in fact positively reticent..." Hook ran the tip of his finger down Peters chest, over his ribs and down to his belly, a tremor under the skin the only reaction to his touch. "I think I need to awaken this sleeping animal.....but what to use? " Hook mused, tapping his chin with his hook, staring down at Peter who willed his body to remain unmoved and unresponsive.
Leaving his prone captive, Hook walked over the floor to where Wendy still lay.
"Time to put that pretty mouth to work.....there's a young man here, begging to be touched and aroused by you."
Hooking Wendy's hair, he hauled her to her feet and marched her over to the table where she stood, trembling, her head turned away from the figure laid out in front of her. Snickering, Hook pulled out a chair and sat down, as if for a meal, his leg lifting to drape over one of the arms, a ringside view of the entertainment to come.
"You do such an excellent job in arousing me......now do the same for him......bring that cock to life and show me that Peter Pan is no eunuch!" Pouring himself a drink, Hook waited in lustful anticipation.
Wendy finally lifted her head, but kept her eyes lowered, unwilling to look at Peter, too humiliated to endure his censure. Approaching the table, she looked briefly over to Hook, receiving an impatient wave before turning back to her appointed task.
Peter's legs overhung the end of the table, his feet dangling just above the floor. Making her way to the end, she stood between his legs, looking down the table at his body, her eyes meeting Peter's in a quick glance before lowering her head again.
Hook banged his goblet on the arm of the chair, splashing some of the red liquid over his shirt.
"Stop being so damn missish......or I'll make one or the other of your bleed!!"
Sucking in a deep breath, Wendy lifted her hands and placed them on Peter's thighs, her fingers starting to stroke the firm muscles, kneading the flesh, her hands stroking up towards his sex but not touching it, the fingers spread wide to cover as much skin as possible. As she swept her hands upwards, she pushed them towards his inner thighs, his legs automatically parting to allow her to stroke the soft flesh between. Standing as she was between his now parted legs, Wendy was able to lean forward, her body stretching over him, her head reaching to just above his navel. Her hair now brushed over his skin, Wendy's hands reaching up, stroking his torso, her head lowering to allow her hair to coat his belly. As the silky strands caressed his flat stomach, hiding her face from Hook, Wendy pressed a kiss to his indented navel, her chin pressing into the hard muscles as they tensed and flexed, rising and falling as Peter breathed. Her breasts now pressed against his stirring manhood, they roundness and warmth enveloping him as arousal engorged his flesh. Feeling his reaction, Wendy arched her back, her lips trailing down his belly, skimming over his thatch of pubic hair to kiss his stiffening phallus, Peters' breathing hitching as he quivered under her small caress.
"Intoxicating, isn't she boy?" Hook inquired, his eyes glittering as Peter squirmed against the table top, the cold wood hard against his shoulders. Wendy's slow seduction was proving irresistible, his body leaping at her touch, his sex rapidly responding as she continued to use her hands and mouth on him, until he felt as hard as a rock, hot and ready. With his legs draped over the edge and his arms held above his head, Peter could do nothing but lay passively as Wendy wrapped her hands around his heat, her fingers gentle as she stroked him, her thumb swiping at the moisture beading at the head. His balls started to tighten as a host of unfamiliar sensations swamped his body, his breath almost moaning from his throat when Wendy leant down and pressed another kiss to his cock, making it jerk and dance in her grip.
Hook was watching Peter's face, his eyes noting the hectic breathing and flushed skin. If he didn't know any better, he'd have bet that this was the first time Peter had been this intimate with Wendy, but it wasn't possible, surely. Hook pondered that possibility while watching Wendy move from her position between the boys legs to walk to the side, a glance over at Hook to confirm her permission before attempting to climb onto the table. Receiving his nod, Wendy slowly climbed onto the table top, lifting her leg to straddle Peter, her bottom resting on his belly, his cock brushing her rounded cheeks as his eyes popped open to behold the sight of her sitting on his body. With her eyes she begged his forgiveness before lowering her head and starting to kiss his chest and shoulders, her hands running up his arms where they rested beside his head, her breast pressing against his own as she rubbed herself all over him. Hook watched in fascination as Wendy writhed over the boy, her bottom firmly seated against his sex while her mouth made love to his body.
Suddenly it dawned on Hook that that was exactly what she was doing - making love to the youth.
Jumping to his feet, Hook roared his anger, Wendy cringing at the sound, her eyes wide as she looked up into his furious face.
"You slut!" With the full force of his handless arm he back handed her, sending her tumbling to the floor in a tangle of hair and legs, her body hitting the wood with a resounding thump.
Peter stared up at Hook, fear darkening his eyes from blue to sea-green as Hook glared down at him.
"Enough of this game....time for my fun to begin."
Almost ripping his clothes off, Hook shucked his trousers and linen shorts, his straining sex bobbing as he walked to stand between Peter's thighs, his hook resting on the boys legs as he surveyed the golden body laid on the table. Wendy, her face throbbing from the blow, drew her legs up and crawled to the side of the bed, tears of pain and fear starting to crawl down her face as she recognised the lust contorting Hook's face, standing as he was at the end of the table.
Peter's erection had started to wilt, expectation of pain making his breathing accelerate, his chest rising and falling as Hook continued his appraisal of his body. With scant regard to Peter's comfort, Hook leant down and lifted Peter's legs, now almost numb from hanging off the table edge. Hooking Peter's knees over his elbows, Hook pulled Peter's body towards him, the chain around the boys neck tightening painfully as Hook took up all the slack.
The move brought Peter's backside to the edge of the table, his raised legs exposing his cleft and puckered anus to Hook's attention.
"Keep your legs up boy......I need to loosen that tight portal before I attempt to plunder the treasure...." With his own erection pulsing painfully, Hook inclined his hips, pressing the head of his cock against Peter's virgin hole, his own body supplying a slick lubricant which Hook smeared around the entrance to Peter's body, a sob breaking from Peter's mouth as he felt the first hint of intrusion with Hook's cock pressing against his opening. Hook kept pressing himself against the ring of muscle, the head of his penis smearing glistening pre-cum over the boys cleft. Spreading his own feet to give him greater purchase, Hook stabbed his manhood against the hole, the flesh pressing inward as his engorged flesh begged entrance. Peter bit his lip, his body trembling in rebellion as Hook kept up the pressure, the head of his manhood starting to expand the stubborn ring of muscle, the small amount of lubricant only barely making the passage easier.
A whisper suddenly penetrated Peter's consciousness, a sound barely above a murmur.
"Relax Peter....relax your body, it will make it easier for you....relax, don't fight it......let go!"
Blinking, Peter stared at the man violating his body, so intent on his purpose that he didn't look up to acknowledge Peter's gasp. Letting his mind float, Peter listened to the voice and consciously relaxed his body, and especially his sphincter, to such an extent that Hook, still pressing for entry, suddenly found himself engulfed and inside Peter's body, his cock surrounded by heat and tightness, making his groan aloud with the exquisite feeling.
Pain throbbed through Peter, his mind acknowledging the agony, but his ears still hearing the voice telling him to relax and not fight the red hot torture invading his body. As Hook moved to withdraw, Peter let his mind carry him away from his body, finding the pain almost bearable as Hook pressed back into his body's cavity, his eyes sliding shut to block out the sight of his enemy raping his innocence.
Hook was oblivious to Peter's state of mind, his entire focus on the tight heat enveloping his cock, the boys flesh gripping him and pulling him ever closer to his climax. Panting now, Hook increased his pace, his eyes squeezing shut to intensify the sensations coursing through his body, the force of his thrusts pushing Peter's body back and forth across the smooth surface of the wood.
With his balls on fire, Hook cried out, emptying himself inside Peter's body, his manhood jerking and twitching inside the boys bowels as his hips continued to pump back and forth.
Finally spent, Hook withdrew, his cock flopping out of Peter's body to hang between his legs, shrinking in the cooler air of the cabin. Coming back to his senses, Hook raised his head to stare down the table at Peter's face. The boys eyes were closed and Hook swore a corner of the boys mouth was slightly raised. Unbelievably the boy seemed almost unaffected by his rude treatment, Hook noting that Peter's manhood lay quiescent and unaroused, the rape of his body eliciting no animal response to the stimulus.
Feeling cheated, Hook stepped back from the table, Peter's legs falling down to once more hang over the table edge.
Wendy edged away from under the table, her face feeling swollen from Hook's blow, her lips curving into a small smile of satisfaction that she'd managed to make Peter's experience a little less of an ordeal than it had to be, denying their enemy his triumph. She heard the rattle of the chains as Hook unwound it from Peter's neck and the click of Hook attaching it back to the ring on the wall.
"You are a eunuch after all......a pity.....I had such interesting plans for you.....wake up boy.....I've had enough of you lounging on my table!" Wendy heard the sound of a slap and then Peter's body rolled off the table to collapse on the floor, his legs too numb to support him.
Peter only managed a quick glance at Wendy under the table, before Hook yanked on his chain, dragging him back to his corner.
Throwing the boy to the floor, Hook stomped back to the table, noticing Wendy still huddled on the floor.
"I can understand why you were still a virgin now! He's nothing but an empty shell.....not worth the skin he hangs in." Hook snagged his discarded glass of wine and downed the dregs before throwing the goblet against the wall to bounce away into the shadows with a hollow clink. Wendy watched him warily, not sure of his mood.
Hook stared at the table top, his temper rising. Seeing Wendy still on the floor he reached his hook out and tapped the table top, one eyebrow raised in a silent order. Wendy scrambled to her feet, stumbling over a bowl which lay strewn with the other dishes on the floor.
"Clean this up!" Hook hissed, his eyes narrowing as Wendy immediately started to pick up the discarded plates and food, placing them back on the table top. As she drew near, Hook lashed out and knocked the dish from her hands. Leaning forward into her started face, Hook leered at her. "Not the mess on the floor girl.......here!"
Wendy's eyes followed his hook which now pointed at his flaccid sex.
"As you seem so keen to use that pretty mouth on the eunuch, you can use it on me.....clean me slave."
Swallowing, Wendy dutifully dropped to her knees in front of her enemy and slid her hands up his hard thighs, pushing the edge of his shirt out of the way before lifting his limp manhood in her hands and bringing her face to his sex. Hook used his hook to rest against the table as Wendy set to, her ministration making him swell and thicken in a surprisingly short time, given his recent sex with Peter and his age. Looking down he let his gaze wander over the now glossy hair hanging down her back and the rounded buttocks resting on her heels. His breath starting to shorten, blood pooling in his groin as Wendy continued to clean him, his head falling back on his shoulders letting the sensations swamp him, his heart picking up its pace. At length the feelings became unbearably sweet and he jerked back from her, his foot catching her in on her hip and sending her sprawling. His manhood jutted out of its nest of dark hair, glistening with saliva, hot and hard.
Wendy lay on the ground, waiting for his next move. Hook roughly pushed her onto her stomach on the floor, his knees parting her thighs as he knelt behind her.
"Get on your hands and knees girl......" He instructed, Wendy rising up to meet him, his cock brushing against the white globes of her ass. Licking his lips, Hook braced himself against her back with his hook, the edge digging into her skin. Spitting into his hand, he smeared the liquid down her cleft, his finger brushing against her tightly puckered hole, circling it before reaching up and slapping her on the rump, leaving a handprint and making her jump.
"Now to let you feel what Peter felt......time to take your second virginity....hah! two in one night......" Hook crowed, his legs pushing Wendy's legs wider apart, spreading her more open. Still using his hook to brace himself against her, Hook clasped his cock in his hand and started to rub it against her cleft, again and again pausing at her rear opening to smear her saliva and his precum against the virgin hole. Panting now, he pushed against the muscle, feeling it give as Wendy took her own advice and relaxed her body as much as possible. Feeling the flesh give, Hook drew in a breath and pushed, his cock disappearing into her heated depths, the tightness dragging a groan from him and bringing tears to Wendy's eyes as agony swept through her at the brutal intrusion. Uncaring, Hook gripped her soft buttock and pushed her body back and forth, watching himself appear and disappear into her body, his tongue between his teeth at the sensation. Wendy hung her head as her body was shoved back and forth, her backside a mass of pain, her mind carrying her to a place where Hook and his lust didn't exist. Soon it was over, Hook shouting his release as he jerked against her, his hook digging into her skin, leaving a puncture wound that only added to the pain already radiating around her body.
Hook withdrew, his knees starting to ache from the hard floor. Staggering to his feet, he tripped over and fell onto his bed, exhausted from his exertions.
Wendy stayed where she was for a long minute, her muscles needing to relax before she could move again. Slowly she pushed herself back to sit on her heels, her hand coming up to smear the tears from her cheeks as she shook her hair out of her face. Hook was already snoring, his long black hair washing over the pillows like a stain, his mouth open as he slept.
Allowing an expression of revulsion to paint her features, Wendy carefully rose to her feet, leaning against the table before feeling with her hand for the wound on her back, her fingers coming away blood stained. Slowly she gathered the spilled and scattered dishes off the floor and quietly placed them on the table, picking up the discarded food and tidying up as much as possible. One of the candles guttered and she pinched the wick, welcoming the sting of the ember, the small pain taking her attention from the one between her buttocks. Using the slop bucket in the corner, she expelled as much of Hooks seed from her body as possible before cleaning herself up, the cloth coming away with smear of blood from her torn bottom. Donning her sack-like dress, Wendy carried the wash bucket over to Peter, finding him hunched in the corner, his knees drawn up, his shoulders shaking.
"Peter..let me help get you cleaned up....you'll feel alot better afterwards." Wendy spoke to him calmly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Peter lifted his head, his eyes swimming as he stared at her. "How do you bear it.....how can you do....allow him to.....oh God, it hurts."
"I do it because I am given no choice.....you will bear it the same. Here, get on your hands and knees, this won't take long, I'll be a quick as I can......" Wendy waited for him to move, Peter flinching when she gently wiped up the blood and semen coating his cleft and cheeks, her movements swift and sure. "There, all done.....it won't be so bad next time.....you'll know what's to happen and can relax sooner."
"I don't want it to happen again......it was agony."
"The only way to stop this horror is to either end our lives......put ourselves beyond his reach, beyond his torment...."
"Or?"
"Or.....find a way for us both to escape."
Peter chewed on his lip, staring at Wendy, her face in shadow as she sat beside him. Taking his silence as acknowledgment of the hopelessness of their situation, Wendy picked up the bucket and cloths and continued to tidy up the cabin, disposing of the soiled rags and spoiled food, leaving them to be taken out in the morning. Finally, satisfied that Hook would find no fault when he awoke in the morning, Wendy came back to her pallet and lay down facing Peter.
"We could kill him.....he's getting careless around you....you could get a knife....." Peter whispered eagerly, his eyes flashing.
"Don't you think I've already plotted his death a thousand times.....I've imagined his blood on my hands in so many ways I've lost count." Wendy whispered back, her tone flat. "But where would that leave us. I can't break that chain around your neck, and the crew are not likely to let us go once they discover we killed him. We'd be swapping one tyrant for a boat load of them."
"Then kill him and escape..leave me here....."
"I can't do that Peter.....anymore than you would leave me, if the situation was reversed....."
The irrefutable truth hung in the silence between them.
Finally Peters voice came out of the dark, a mere thread of sound.
"What are we going to do Wendy.....what hope is there for us?"
"We will endure Peter.....bear whatever depravity he inflict on us, but he won't break us......we have to hope that the fates throw us a bone and give us the chance to escape....we live or we die together Peter....there is no alternative."
In the darkness, Peter found Wendy's hand, their fingers entwining in an unshakeable bond, their abused bodies curled on their sides, connected but not touching.
"I love you Peter....." Wendy's whisper floated to him in the dark, washing over him like a gentle kiss.
"I know Wendy......I know."
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(Phew.....hmmmmm....well.......write on, or leave them to their fate......you decide........I'm off to work on my sequel to Ruiniation. Thank you for reading. L.)