26/5/2004

Title: Casualties of Change
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter Two - Obdurate Resistance

If you haven't read part one - what the heck, doesn't matter a whole lot, but this will seem a bit strange if you haven't. Rated NC17 for a whole bunch of not nice stuff done to the characters - including: intimidation, humiliation, rape, slash, chan, physical abuse, gratuitous sex and violence, oh and somebody dies......who? well that would be giving the punchline away, now wouldn't it. You have been warned.

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Wendy smoothed the hair back from Peter's forehead, crooning to him as he moaned softly, his body still twitching. It had been a particularly brutal assault, Peter's body bearing the evidence of Hook's cruel temper, the man's sharp hook having carved into the boys flesh, leaving it inflamed and bleeding. As she soothed his sweat soaked hair, she thought back on the event that lead to their pitiful situation.

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It had been the day after the night Hook had sodomised both Peter and herself. There had been a plethora of activity aboard the ship during the long hot hours of the day, the sound of men running and shouted commands reaching them in the Captain's cabin, but nothing clear enough to make out. The ship was under sail, tacking back and forth, the sea much rougher than the previous week, the creak of sail and rigging clearly audible over the slap of waves against the hull.

Wendy had been confined to the cabin on Hook's orders, not allowed even to fetch any food or water for them, the door locked and bolted from the outside. During the long hours of that day they tried to fathom what Hook's plan could possibly be to take over the island, but it became impossible to figure it out, their desultory conversation petering out as the sun slipped towards the horizon.

As the cabin darkened, they made sure to sit further apart, not willing to give Hook any excuse to punish either of them for appearing to be other than what they were, slaves to Hook's will.

When night had finally drawn in, they heard the sound of the anchor dropping, the ship wallowing gently, obviously in the lee of a bluff, sheltered from the rough sea. Almost on cue the door burst open and Hook appeared, grinning broadly, bringing the smell of the sea with him.

"So, my captive pigeons.....how was your day?"

Wendy kept her head lowered, her hands neatly folded in her lap, not moving a muscle as Hook approached them, his sea-boots soon filling her vision.

Reaching down, Hook snagged a length of her hair and yanked her head up.

"I asked.....how was your day?"

"Qu-qu-quiet." Wendy answered, her eyes wide as Hook tugged again, pulling her up onto her knees.

"I have a desire for a bath......see to it. Get Smee to bring it up, and lots of hot water......I want to soak."

Half an hour later, the Captain leant his head back against the rim of the bath, his eyes heavy lidded as he luxuriated in the scented water, steam rising as Wendy tipped another bucket of water into the bath between his legs. He held the silver cigar holder to his lips, drawing deeply, the smoke wreathing his head, his eyes narrowing as he watched the girl carry the empty bucket to the door, knocking and passing it to someone outside to be refilled. Leaning over, he rested the cigar holder on a small table, far enough away not to be splashed. Leaning forward he ducked his head under the soapy water, soaking his long hair, his hand coming up to push it back when he surfaced, water flying as it slapped wetly against his shoulders. His back itched, the harness marks more visible against his white skin after the long day.

As Wendy received the next bucket of water, he watched her through the cracks, carrying it carefully across the room and around the end of the screen.

"Put that down and fetch the salve, I have more than enough water."

Placing the bucket within easy reach, she scuttled off to the cupboard that held his clothes, her nimble fingers finding the small compartment set in the door and taking out the pot of salve.

When she returned, he held up his hand and she stopped, looking apprehensively at him.

"Take off that ridiculous dress.....and lock the door. I have all I need for tonight."

Placing the pot on the small table, Wendy unlaced her dress and pulled it over her head, rolling it into a bundle before taking it back to her sleeping pallet, then walking to the cabin door and turning the key.

Glancing over at the boy crouched against the wall, Hook smiled to see his head turned away, deliberately avoiding watching Wendy as she padded back to the screen and walked behind it.

"Turn around girl, I want to look at you."

Obediently, Wendy did as instructed, her eyes downcast as she slowly turned. Hook eyed her lush curves, feeling his groin tighten in anticipation of ravishing her later.

"Get busy with that salve....my back is killing me."

Kneeling down beside the bath, Wendy twisted off the lid and hooked a generous amount of the slick cream on her fingers before reaching up to touch it against the redness criss-crossing his shoulders. Hook leant forward to give her greater access, his hair falling forward over one shoulder as she worked. Feeling the ointment work it's magic, Hook relaxed back when she finished his shoulder blades, her fingers reaching to sooth the strap marks across his collar bone and chest.

Hook watched her through lowered lids, his blue eyes enjoying the view of smooth flesh and gently swaying breasts, the nipples temptingly pink against her white skin. His cock was stiff and erect beneath the water, bobbing just below the surface.

As Wendy sat back on her heels, Hook grinned at her, taking up his cigar once more and puffing contentedly.

"Now wash me...."

As with every bathtime, Wendy started with his feet, her fingers massaging his toes and the wrinkled soles, her touch so erotic and arousing, her hands soaping his legs, running up and down the well defined calves, careful not to snag the dark hairs. As she dipped into the water to reach his thighs he lifted his hips, bringing his straining erection to the surface to poke out of the water, swaying as laplets of water swirled across the surface. With due care, she washed his upper legs and between, reaching down to brush the wash cloth around and between his buttocks, making him draw in a breath as she passed over his nether hole several times, careful not to jostle his balls too roughly before finishing, Hook sinking once more back under the water.

"That was very pleasant......you have a deft touch...down there."

Wendy kept her face impassive but she was unable to stop the blush of embarrassment from coating her skin, making Hook laugh as she flushed to the roots of her hair. The rest of the bath continued uneventfully, Hook relaxing under her ministrations, his eyes closing as she soaped his chest, her hands circling his nipples, leaving them tingling.

"You really are becoming very adept m'dear.....now fetch the towels."

Rising gracefully to her feet, Wendy walked to the big table and picked up the towels. She heard the sloshing of water behind her and when she returned, Hook was already standing up, steam rising from his body, his cock standing to attention, almost waving to her as she carried the towels towards him. As per their usual ritual, Wendy knelt down and placed a towel on her knees. Hook placed his foot squarely on the towel as she dried it, along with his legs. Then she stood up and used another towel to dry his back and front as he turned for her to do so, taking care with his stump, only patting it softly before reaching for his dressing robe and holding it out for him.

"Leave the bath....I have urgent need of you....."

Following him back to his bed, Wendy waited for him to lay down, his robe falling open and displaying his erection to the full.

"Time to use that pretty mouth of yours.......get on the bed."

Wendy complied, her eyes still downcast, her hair falling over her breasts and shoulders as she knelt beside her captor.

"You were quick enough to make love to that puling eunuch, so I want you to do the same for me. I want you to make love to me.......I grow weary of your reluctant participation......I want......nay demand your compliance....in full. I saw what you did for the boy....now I want the same for me. I remind you that if you fail to convince me of your sincerity.......I will take extreme pleasure in exacting retribution on our silent witness in the corner. Do I make myself clear?"

Wendy nodded, swallowing miserably.

"If I see one scowl, one frown, one inkling that you are unwilling, I will take it out on his back. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I didn't hear you clearly......."

Choking on her dry throat, Wendy croaked again. "Yes."

"Good.....now set to.....I'm impatient....."

Tentatively, Wendy reached out and stroked her hand over Hook's chest, her fingers gliding over the hard muscle, dragging through the dark hairs, circling his flat nipples, her eyes avoiding his face, just focusing on the task ahead. Pushing the edges of the robe apart, she lowered her face to his skin, lapping at the warm flesh, scented and damp from his bath, her lips finding and sucking on the small coins of darker skin, her fingers tracing his ribs as she worked one, then the other with her lips and tongue.

Bracing herself on her hands, she worked her way up to his throat, kissing her way along his collar bone, careful to avoid the still livid strap marks, her tongue lapping at the hollow of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. From there she started back down his body, her hair trailing behind her like a silken scarf, brushing over his sensitised skin, Hook's eyes closing in exquisite rapture as she tongued his navel, dipping and nipping, making him writhe. Intuitively sensing how close Hook was to the edge of his control, she took him in her mouth, his groan of satisfaction loud in the cabin.

"Oh yes, my beauty, oh yes."

With her mouth still on his sex, Wendy carefully positioned herself between his legs, her hands grasping him at the base of his cock, holding him as she dipped her head, her mouth engulfing him, tongue lapping him, lips dragging along his length. Hook arched and squirmed, his legs flexing and drawing up as she made love to his phallus, his hand reaching down to hold her head in place as he started to thrust up to meet her mouth.

He quickly reached his peak, his balls tightening, his cock swelling, giving Wendy only seconds warning before he erupted, his seed spurting against her closed lips, hot and slick, his hips still pumping him in time with his spasms before collapsing bonelessly against the bed, his penis spent and already softening in her hands.

Sitting up, Wendy withdrew her hands, drawing them across her mouth to remove the evidence of his orgasm, wiping them on the bedclothes, her expression still impassive, not betraying by a flicker her disgust at herself for being his whore and at him for making her one.

Hook finally roused himself from his state of bliss, raising his head to look at the girl still kneeling between his legs, her head bent.

"You convinced me.....now come and lay beside me......I need to recover."

Pulling the edges of his robe over his rapidly cooling body, Hook paid no attention to Wendy as she crept up beside him, laying down on her side, as little of her body touching his as possible.

After a lengthy few minutes of laying in tense silence, Hook suddenly moved, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. Wendy froze, watching him warily as he approached the corner where Peter still sat, curled in on himself against the wall. Reaching down, Hook unlocked the chain and looped it around his fist, yanking Peter forward into the light.

"Your Wendy has skills you never even imagined boy.....shame you didn't discover that until too late."

Pulling Peter to his feet, Hook marched the boy back to the bed, Wendy now sitting up, her arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes wide.

Securing the end of the chain to the bed, Hook once more secured Peter's hands within manacles, this time with a short length of chain that ran to a ring secured to one of the beds corners, giving him room to move, if not very far.

Wendy and Peter exchanged a quick, worried glance while Hook turned his back to snag a bottle of wine from the table together with a wooden beaker.

Pouring some of the ruby liquid into the beaker, Hook held it out to Peter who stared at it as if it was a snake.

"Drink it boy......I have a notion that your performance the other night lacked something....I find it hard to believe that such a strapping youth has no desire to be pleasured by such an able whore as your Wendy. In fact, I am convinced that she can get you to respond quite ably, a performance I am desirous of watching again. She already knows the penalty for not doing as I say, so sit back and let her use that lush mouth again" Hook laughed harshly, Peter wincing at the sound as he drank the wine, "I deem it would bring the dead back from the grave, so working on you should be easy."

Turning to Wendy, Hook grabbed her arm and pulled her over to his side of the bed. "I want him wet and willing and more than able to do anything I ask......do this and you save him from the beating I was going to give him for last nights....disappointment." He whispered, too low for Peter to hear.

Staring into his glacial eyes, Wendy nodded, her body trembling in his grasp. Dropping her arm, Hook turned away and pulled over a chair to the side of the bed, positioning himself for a grandstand view of Peter's seduction and Wendy's complete capitulation.

Peter was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, his lower body turned towards Hook, his upper twisted towards the far corner that held the chain attached to his wrists. He was shaking with apprehension, his eyes darting from Wendy to Hook. She glanced over at Hook and received an imperceptible nod. Uncoiling herself, Wendy crawled down to the end of the bed and leant forward, her warm breath brushing Peter's ear.

"Lay down on the bed on your back, put your hands above your head, let them fall limp." She waited while he followed her whispered instructions, his eyes still wide and nervous. As he shuffled himself onto his back, his feet now pointing to the head of the bed, he raised his arms, the chain clinking as he let his arms, bent at the elbow, fall flat to the bed above his head. His hands rested against the carved base of the bed, his fingers feeling the shapes carved in the wood as he watched Wendy sit back on her heels while he shifted nervously. Again she glanced over at Hook, receiving a nod in reply, her eyes instantly returning to Peter's, warmth dispelling the despair that had been there only moment before, her face softening from its stiff mask as she leant forward, her hands resting either side of his head, her face filling his vision as she prepared to seduce him.

Hook sat relaxed in his chair, his legs sprawled out in front of him, his eyes glittering as he watched his captive beauty practise her newly acquired talents on the boy, her movements slow and measured as she touched him, Hook's flaccid sex stirring in response to the sight of the two young and vital bodies acting out one of his fantasies in front of his eyes. Gulping another mouthful of wine, he licked his lips, prepared to enjoy the spectacle before adding his own touch to the game.

Wendy, mindful of Hook's threats, put her heart and soul into her seduction of Peter, her hands stroking his firm flesh, her lips teasing him, bringing a soft moan from his throat, his body arching into her caress, the presence of their enemy forgotten in the sweetness of her lovemaking. Wendy was also starting to forget that Hook was watching the proceedings with an avid eye, her senses all attuned to the boy beneath her, his skin setting her own alight, her body responding to his soft moans in ways that Hook hadn't come close to achieving, even if he'd wanted to. As she worked her way down his body, she whispered loving words into his skin, his pleasure becoming hers, each ragged breath and twitching muscle her reward for her love and care. By the time she closed her warm lips over his straining sex he was almost out of his head, his body writhing against the bedcovers, his arm muscles bunching, his neck corded with the unbearable sweetness of the sensations coursing through his body.

Hook was working his cock into a frenzy, his hand stroking up and down as a coil of liquid heat pooled in his belly, his skin prickling with each glimpse of Peter's cock in Wendy's mouth, the taut skin glistening with her saliva. The boy was as caught up in the moment as Hook, Peter's eyes closed, his chin tilted to the ceiling as he panted, his body twisting against the sheets in blissful abandon. Deciding that it was time he had a taste of that body, Hook rose to his feet, the robe falling from his shoulders, his hand still working his cock as he approached the bed. Wendy paused in her ministrations, her head coming up at Hook's approach, her hands still stroking Peter as Hook knelt beside the bed, his finger coming up to bid Wendy remain silent. Hook was about to indulge another fantasy of his, indicating for Wendy to move aside, her hesitation earning her a scowl before she moved to the side, Hook taking her place, poised over Peter's trembling body, the boy oblivious to the silent change of possession for his body. Hook stared avidly down at the cock so slick and swollen, Peter's belly rising and falling in his agitation, so soft and vulnerable. Licking his lips at such bounty, Hook leant down and took Peter into his own mouth, his much larger pallet taking Peter in to the base, the boy's hips leaping off the bed to thrust up into this new sensation. Wendy sat to the side, watching Hook eagerly swallow the sweetness of her Peter, his head bobbing as his cheeks hollowed with the force of his suction. Peter had finally realised that he was no longer being attended by Wendy, his lust drenched gaze finding hers helplessly, his body a slave to Hook's mouth as he arched against his chains, his hips rising to piston into the hot cavity laving his sex. He was beyond the ability to pull back, his eyes squeezing shut as his body climaxed, his cock spurting its seed into Hook's mouth, jerking against the covers. Hook kept him in his mouth, swallowing every drop, his stump coming to rest across Peter's belly, hard and heavy as the boy's muscles relaxed, his nerves still sparking behind his eyes as he flopped bonelessly on the bed.

Slowly Hook let Peter's manhood fall from between his lips, the pirates tongue snaking out to give the still quivering thighs a leisurely lick before sitting back on his heels, his head falling back on his shoulders, his breathing unsteady.

Wendy sat with her knees wrapped in her arms, apparently forgotten, her heart heavy as she acknowledge her complicity in bringing Peter to this. Her only consolation was that Hook had no room for complaint from her performance, thus saving Peter from more of the man's cruelty. She wondered, more worriedly, what this meant for both their futures.

Hook lifted his head and stared with glazed eyes at the boy on the bed. Licking his lips he could still taste Peter's essence, his tongue rolling the flavour across his pallet like a fine wine. The boy wasn't without his uses after all. Getting to his feet, Hook idly stroked his still hot and hard erection, his body now craving its own release.

"Time to take care of business.....I think I fancy some fun with my new toys."

Peter and Wendy both stared warily at their captor, Peter's mind now clear of the fog of sex, screaming with guilt and disgust, a niggling voice reminding him that he'd found his release at the hands of Hook, not Wendy. Hook directed Wendy to get onto her hands and knees and to straddle Peter's body, his legs between her knees. Peter tried to catch Wendy's eye as she complied with Hook's instruction, her small hands placed either side of his torso just below his armpits, her knees pressing into the bed at his hips. Her hair fell like a curtain when she dipped her head, refusing to meet his eyes, a blush staining her neck as she quivered above him in her embarrassing position.

"Now there's a pretty site, eh boy? So eager to please, so compliant and willing....wouldn't you agree?"

Peter swallowed, fearing what was about to happen, but also tingling with a new awareness in the aftermath of his own pleasuring. He felt the bed dip as Hook joined his two slaves on the bed, the Captains knee nudging Peter's legs apart to spread them wide and give him space to kneel between them. Wendy's arms were trembling, her face averted against her arm as Hook roughly probed her entrance with his hard fingers, his stump bracing him against her bent back as he sunk first one then two fingers inside her.

"As I suspected, my beauty, you're wet with want of him......or maybe it's want of me......shall we test that theory?"

Spreading Peter's legs wider, Hook pulled Wendy back towards him, impaling her on his rigid cock, his groan of satisfaction almost echoed by Peter as Hook's knee pushed against his perineum, brushing against his ball sac with each thrust. Against his will, his body started to respond to the sights and sounds of Hook taking his pleasure of Wendy, her body swaying with each push of Hook's cock into her body, her breast scant itches from Peter's chest as she trembled and strained above him. The scent of her body swamped his senses, his own responding with the arousal of his sex as Hook growled and grunted his own efforts to find release.

Suddenly Wendy was gone, Hook having pulled out of her and pushed her to one side, Hook's eyes taking on an odd gleam as he replaced Wendy with himself, looming over Peter's body, his dark hair sweeping Peter's chest.

"Open your mouth boy...." Hook growled, shuffling up on his knees to straddle Peter's chest, his phallus poised over Peter's face while Hook braced himself on the end of the bed. For a second Peter hesitated and Hook's eyes blazed, but then Peter opened his lips and Hook dove into his warm, wet mouth, his hips thrusting forward, almost making Peter gag before Hook pulled back, Peter keeping his head still as Hook used him to reach his peak. Without warning Hook yelled and exploded in Peter's mouth, the hot salty fluid filling his mouth and spilling past his lips, Hook's cock still jerking back and forth as he shook above him.

After a minute, Hook's phallus slipped out of Peter's mouth and lay obscenely along his cheek, wet and slippery with Peter's own saliva. Hook pushed away, lifting his leg to climb off the bed, his chest heaving as he stood on wobbly legs, his body completely sated, swaying for a second before staggering to his chair and sitting down.

"Make yourself useful slut and clean him up.....I need a drink."

Discarded at the side of the bed, Wendy uncurled herself and climbed over Peter's body to slip off the bed. She brought the last bucket of water over and gently washed Peter's face, removing all trace of the Captains body fluids, her eyes still refusing to meet Peter's.

"Get him off my bed and tidy it up.....I want to sleep....."

Unhooking the chain, Wendy left the manacles on, unfastening the long collar chain and looping it up as Peter lowered his arms and rolled onto his side, his legs barely supporting him as he staggered off the bed and across the room to his corner, Wendy securing the chain under Hook's watchful gaze while she removed the manacles, passing the key to Hook before returning to straighten the rumpled bedding. Once done she stood to the side while Hook downed a glass of wine and walked unsteadily to the bed, dropping into it with a satisfied moan. Opening an eye he saw Wendy still standing there, his lips curling in a sneer as he noted the defeated droop of her shoulders.

"You completed your task admirably m'dear.....so well, I'll grant you leave to get dressed and go to your bed......you can tidy up in the morning."

With that Hook turned his back on her and rolled onto his side.

For a long second Wendy stood by the bed, her brain not quite processing the words. Then they sank in and she turned to leave, her face washed free of all emotion as she bent to pick up her dress, letting it unroll before pulling it over her head, her hands trembling as she laced the front tight over her breasts. Once clothed she felt a little calmer, her fingers reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears before she quietly tidied up the cabin, ignoring Hook's last order, her hands needing to be busy to keep her thoughts from the scenes playing their obscene way across her mind's eye in a constant replay of the events of the last hour.

A loud snore confirmed that Hook had quickly fallen asleep, worn out with his exertions. As she folded the damp towels by the door ready to be hung out in the morning, she stood there, one clutched to her chest, her eyes staring into space as she felt something break inside her.

"Wendy?"

Peter's whisper came to her across the room, her eyes blinking once before she looked down at the towel in her hand, folding it automatically and placing it on top of the others, turning and picking up the bucket, crossing the room to her thin mattress.

A single candle lantern still shone brightly, the others burnt to their stubs, the air redolent with their smell. She dipped a small wash rag into the cold water and scrubbed her face, the water trickling into her mouth and down her parched throat. She then unlaced her dress and pulled it over her head, using the small cloth to scrub at her face and under her arms, her movements rough and jerky. Finally she cleaned between her legs, scraping at herself repeatedly before dropping the cloth in the bucket and using her dress to dry herself. When she had finished she lowered herself on her side on the thin mattress, the dress still clutched against her body, her naked back on Peter, never once speaking or acknowledging his presence, her eyes staring unseeingly towards the door.

A sob broke from the boy behind her, the sound stifled and raw, his eye gleaming wetly, full of remorse and guilt.

"I'm sorry........I'm so sorry...I couldn't stop....I wanted to....but I couldn't......don't hate me Wendy......please don't hate me....." His voice faded out

"I don't hate you Peter.....you couldn't have stopped what happened...I know that." Her voice sounded dead to Peter's ears, her monotone without a hint of inflection or feeling. After a long pause her voice whispered once more to him. "I don't think I can do this much longer."

"We have to get out of here.....we have to get away....." Peter's whisper broke despairingly over them both, Wendy rolling over and facing him where he sat, his knees pulled up against his chest, his arms pulled tight around them. Feeling weary beyond belief, Wendy sat up, pushing herself onto her knees and crawling across the small distance between them. As she reached out her hand the final candle spluttered and died, plunging the cabin into a stygian darkness. As she blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust, she felt Peter's hand find hers in the darkness, the quiver in his fingers communicating his despair and vulnerability. To her surprise she felt a surge of energy fill her, a flood of warmth that seemed to ignite something inside, filling her with strength and purpose. Entwining her fingers through his, Wendy drew him towards her, his outline rimmed faintly with starlight, the chain attached to his collar clinking softly as he moved.

As they two bodies touched, a flare of something akin to liquid lightened suffused her skin, her hands brushing over his, her mouth seeking his in the darkness, lips meeting and meshing, wet and lacking finesse, his arms wrapping around her, pressing her closer to his velvet heat. Words became superfluous, their lips and hands communicating for them, their bodies coming together in a tangle of arms and legs, straining to become one in a frenzy of need. As their tongues discovered new territory, their hands explored further south, their need to fuse together overwhelming all caution and common sense. For a few brief moments they forgot where they were, and in whose cabin they lay, Wendy welcoming Peter into her body with a soaring joy, uncaring of the consequences, only knowing the need to be become one with him, to feel loved if only this once, to wipe out some of the pain and fear with tender lips and gentle hands. As they trembled and burned in their frenzied, silent passion, their bodies found fulfilment, taking them both up to heaven and then casting them on the shores of bliss for a few precious minutes before reality reasserted itself once more.

Afterwards they lay entwined, still joined, their hearts beating in tandem. Gently Wendy made to disengage them, but Peter clutched her to him, his body melded to hers both inside and out.

"We can't let him find us like this....." She whispered against his hair, her lips nuzzling his ear as he tongued her neck.

"I know.....just a few seconds more....just a few seconds...."

Feeling languid and loved, Wendy didn't protest, wanting the tender contact to remain as much, if not more so than he did.

It proved their undoing.

Hook awoke sometime before dawn and found them still wrapped in each others arms, his kick catching Wendy in her lower back, the force sending them both rolling over, Wendy's hair blinding Peter as he struggled to right them. Long fingers acted as cruel talons in her hair, jerking her upwards, her screams rousing the ship in the predawn gloom as Hook dragged her across the room, knocking furniture aside in his rage, the wooden floor catching against her tender flesh, ripping it with splinters and nails.

After dragging her by her hair across the room, Hook threw her against the bulkhead, her shoulders slamming into the curved wood, tears from the pain spilling down her face.

"You slut....you couldn't keep your hands off him....could you..." With a vicious back hand he knocked her to the floor, the blow leaving her semi conscious as he bound her hands behind her back, her head knocking against the hard wood as he jerked her body around. With a final kick he stomped off back to where Peter was tugging and pulling at his chain, his arm muscles bulging, legs braced against the wall as he tried to wrench the metal from the wood. As he tugged he shouted for Hook to leave Wendy alone, not realising his own peril as Hook swiftly covered the space between them.

Using his foreshortened arm as a club, Hook clouted Peter across the head, knocking him to the side, his good hand reaching out for the chain as Peter collided with the wall, already turning to launch himself at his attacker. Hook wound a section of the chain around his hand then, as Peter came forward, threw a loop over the boys head, twisting it. Peter's hands flew to his throat, trying to loosen the chain as Hook pulled and tightened the loop, at the same time kicking Peter's feet out from under him.

"Stupid boy......haven't you leant by now not to try anything?" Gripping the chain, Hook yanked Peter around so that the boy was pulled against him, Peter's back to Hook's front, the boys face contorting as he scrabbled at the chain choking him. Hook jerked it again, lifting Peter onto his tip-toes, the boys body writhing against Hook as he fought for air. As he hadn't bothered to dress when he arose to relieve himself, Hook found the sensation of Peter squirming against him unbearably arousing, the boys backside brushing against his sex with each lunge against the chain still gripped in Hook's hand. Maddened, Peter kicked backwards, connecting with Hook's shin making the man curse volubly and earning himself a painful constriction of the chain, his lungs heaving to drag in air. Rage now colouring his reason, Hook let go of the chain but hooked his handless arm around the boys neck, lifting Peter's chin to point at the ceiling, his mouth open wide to suck in air. With the boy immobilised, Hook reached around with his hand and grabbed Peter's manhood, the boy yelping and attempting to leap away, Hook grunting against the side of his face as the pirate's indelicate fingers closed around the youths sex. Peter instantly froze, his fingers tugging at Hook's immovable arm as the man delved between his legs, pulling and digging at his scrotum, bringing tears of humiliation and pain to Peter's eyes.

Hook was out of control, the feel of the boy's body tight up against his skin, hot and sweaty and tense with fear, brought him quickly to a peak of unbearable need, his own body flushed with the struggle, his legs corded as he fought to keep his balance, his face beside Peter's, his lips an inch from the boys ear, panting hotly against his hair. His fingers were still between Peter's legs, holding the boy in place, his thumb brushing over the base of his manhood, his long fingers finding the boys puckered opening and pressing against it. With each grope the boy flinched, squirming in an attempt to evade the large hand, his movements only serving to inflame Hook's desire for him.

With a grunt, Hook released his grip on Peter's throat, his hand between the boys legs remaining in place, keeping Peter immobile as Hook turned him slowly around, the boy shaking in the aftermath of the fight for supremacy, Hook's face stretching into a frightening leer as Peter faced him.

Still trying to catch his breath, Peter stared defiantly at the man still clutching his manhood, his mouth open as he panted, Hook's eyes fastening on his lips with a gleam of pure lust in his narrowed eyes.

From her position on the floor, Wendy watched dazedly as Hook appeared to head butt Peter, her hazy vision sharpening after a second to reveal Hook not hurting Peter but kissing him, Peter unable to move because of Hook's hold on him, the pirate now with his arm behind Peter's back, holding the boy in place as he plundered his mouth. Wendy saw a trail of tears snaking down Peter's face, his eyes tight shut as Hook devoured his face, his body now bent back over Hook's arm, the mans hand still gripping his sex.

As they broke apart, she heard Hook order Peter to go to the bed, releasing his grip on him, Peter's hands instantly flying to his groin before stumbling ahead of Hook, bent over and falling to the floor beside the big bed. Hook didn't even bother to look over at Wendy, his focus entirely on the stripling awaiting his pleasure. Hook had unlocked the chain and once more held it in his hand, his naked body dark and powerful as he followed the stumbling boy to his bed, his cock standing rigidly at attention from its dark nest of pubic hair. Peter leant against the side of the bed, his hands still shielding his bruised manhood, his body trembling as Hook stood beside him.

"Get on the bed."

Slowly Peter rose to his feet, crawling onto the rumpled bed to the far side before turning to stare back at Hook who was securing the chain to the head of the bed.

"Get on your hands and knees boy......"

Peter shook his head, still defiant. "No...."

Grinning, his blood lust up, Hook reached under his pillow and pulled out a short knife, wickedly sharp, gleaming in the pale morning gloom. Turning his head, Hook flicked his eyes over to where Wendy lay huddled against the floorboards. Hefting the blade in his hand, he raised his arm. Realising too late his intentions, Peter lunged for his arm, but Hook had already thrown the blade, a gurgling scream coming from the corner as it buried itself in Wendy's unprotected body.

As quick as a snake, Hook knocked the boys arms to the side and caught his hair, yanking his head back.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Unable to see Wendy, Peter cried out her name, his fingers clawing at the hand buried to the scalp in his hair, Hook flinging him sideways so that he crashed against the wooden headboard, knocking him senseless for several minutes. By the time he regained his wits, Hook was in the process of screwing a multi pronged hook into his prosthetic, the points catching and reflecting light as Hook twisted it into place. Almost sick with grief, believing Wendy dead, Peter scrabbled backwards on the bed, his head twisting, searching for an escape.

"Now.....where were we.......are yes, I was about to bury myself in your willing body....." Hook approached the bed, lifting one leg to climb aboard. Peter pushed himself away to the limit of his chain, his eyes streaming, his mouth held in a rictus of anguish.

"You have one last chance to comply before I rip your throat out and use you anyway......"

Shaking uncontrollably, Peter stared helplessly at Hook, his heart thumping in his chest. Hook sat back on his heels, his hand and hook resting lightly on his thighs, his raging erection still hot and hard between his legs. He saw the second the boy's spirit broke, Peter's shoulders slumping, his bright head dropping forward to rest on the bed, his back arching over his legs as he curled into a protective ball.

Leaning forward, Hook snagged Peter's foot and dragged the boy's body towards him, positioning his limp form until he had the boy displayed on his hands and knees, his rump raised and facing Hook, his forehead touching the bed covers, collapsed between his bent arms.

"That's better.......so smooth.......so soft," Hook's words washed over Peter, Hook's hand stroking his backside as his victim quivered with each caress, the muscles under the skin twitching and jerking helplessly with each touch.

Taking his time, now that he had the boy where he wanted him, both broken and unresisting, Hook's bloodlust ebbed slightly, the ripe offering displayed in front of him filling him with power, his blood thrumming through his veins.

"Oh yes....my beauty........you are going to be so good......"

Positioning himself at Peter's entrance, he smeared the whole area with his own body's lubricant, his wicked hook resting on the boys back to aid his balance, his hand holding his cock, manoeuvring it over the boys puckered hole until it glistened with Hook's own secretions. Pushing forward he felt the resistance of muscle before his cock-head disappeared into the hot interior, Hook groaning aloud at the sensation. He watched himself be drawn into the boys body, keeping the pace slow as his pulse pounded in his ears, his mouth falling open at the tight grip on his cock as he withdrew only to plunge back in, Peter's body offering no resistance to his invasion. Leaning forward, he reached his hook to between the sunbrown shoulder blades, drawing the points back down the spine leaving bright scratches behind, blood instantly beading on the skin before pooling in the centre of Peters back.

"Arch your back boy...." He commanded, Peter slowly pushing up with his arm, arching his spine, the blood slipping to the sides in ribbons of red, Hook gouging him again, making patterns across the boys skin, all the time his hips keeping up their steady rhythm, the hot coil of his release building as his eyes devoured the red ribboned back with its indentations and hollows, the muscles clearly visible under the golden skin.

"Oh yes......you are all I want.......such a sweet ass....." Moaning to himself, Hook used hook and hand to hold the boy still, both digging into the flesh slapping against his groin as he sped up, his body reaching for and finding its release, Hook roaring his climax as his hips jerked and flexed, driving him again and again into the boys heated depths. With his hook still embedded in the boys hip, he slapped the other cheek with force, leaving an imprint of his hand, the body beneath his hand trembling as he pulled out of Peter's body and sat back on his heels.

A knock suddenly sounded at the cabin door, a voice calling out Hook's name.

"Bring it in Smee......." Hook called, climbing off the bed, Peter's body falling to the side, his face still buried in the bedsheets, turned away from the room.

Smee entered the room, his nose twitching as he stepped further into the room, the sight of his naked Captain raising nary a flicker of surprise as he deposited the breakfast tray on the table, his head deliberately turned away from the bloodied body on the bed and the one slumped against the wall in the shadows. All the crew had heard the screams, putting their own interpretation on the sounds and the silence that followed.

After setting the table and removing the tray, Smee waited for Hook's permission to leave.

Shrugging himself into his robe, Hook waved his bosun away, Smee flicking a glance at the bed before beating a hasty retreat, his gorge rising in his throat as he closed the door behind him.

Hook yawned widely, stretching up his good arm to work out the kinks, his robe gaping before he gathered it closed and sat down at the table, his mouth watering at the sight of his breakfast.

Peter lay inert on the bed, his face slack and wet, his eyes squeezed shut. He felt nothing, his heart still beating, his lungs still breathing but his body numb and cold. He hadn't even felt the long scratches being scored down his back, his mind only able to focus on the last sound made by his Wendy as Hook's knife ended her life.

He heard Smee enter, heard the man set out the Captains dishes before leaving the cabin, Hook telling him to not bother him again that morning. Time seemed to become fluid, his body so still and unmoving it could have been carved from marble. The longer he remained still the easier it became to remove himself, his mind carrying him away from the stinking bed, his abused body, away to another place where he was no longer Peter but someone, or something else.

Despite his coma-like state, he still registered the noises around him, the clink of the dishes as Hook ate, the slurp of him drinking, the grunts as the man relieved himself into the slops bucket, the rustle of clothes. Then a noise penetrated Peter's stupor, a wet noise that he couldn't place, the sound continuing in a regular pattern before it stopped, followed by a hissing breath then silence.

For a long time there were no other sounds, only the faint lap of waves against the hull penetrating his mind, the sound soothing his body into relaxing, his hands relaxing their white knuckle grip on the sheets, his shoulders smoothing and easing.

When, some time later, a hand touched his back he jumped, jerking way, his skin flinching, wrenching a raw scream from his throat.

"It's me Peter......it's Wendy."

Not trusting his ears, Peter mumbled into the pillow, his legs drawing up to curl himself into a ball.

"Peter......look at me.....open your eyes."

The voice continued, sounding like Wendy, but he knew she was dead so it had to be her ghost, the thought sending a shiver of chills down his spine.

"I'm not a ghost, look at me."

Unable to stop himself, Peter turned his head slowly, his eyes seeing the figure of Hook slumped over the table, his black hair rippling over the dishes, a wine goblet on its side spilling its red contents over the table edge. A movement drew his red-rimmed eyes to the figure standing beside the bed. A ragged rope hung from her wrist, blood staining the fibres, the skin above her hands red and angry looking. As he tracked up her body he saw blood coating her chest, smeared across her breasts and arms, red and slick, a trickle still wending its way down her ribs. As he twisted to look into her face, his eyes caught the glint of something in her hand. Seeing the direction of his eyes, Wendy lifted her other hand, the knife still gripped tightly, her skin painted red with blood.

Bemusedly, she opened her fingers and the knife dropped to the floor, clattering against the wood with a hollow sound. Peter finally looked up into her face, his eyes meeting hers, a million words expressed in that one look.

Holding up a key, she unlocked the length of chain attached to the bed. Next she leant over him and he bent his head to give her access to the back of his collar which she threw off the bed once it was unlocked, a red mark around his throat from its presence. Peter tried to rise from the bed but his back finally made itself known, his skin in agony as he slumped back onto the blood stained sheets.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Wendy stripped the remains of the rope from her wrists, her hair sticking to the blood coating her chest and arms. Ignoring the gore, she lay down beside Peter on the red splattered sheets, her arms pulling him toward her, her hands soothing the hair from his forehead, combing it from his face, leaving red smears along his hairline. Peter burrowed against her, ignoring the pain lancing through his body, still too shocked to question why she was still alive and somehow with him.

"We don't have long.....we have to get out of here......" Wendy whispered, still stroking his sweat soaked hair, her eyes staring into nothing, the wound at the base of her throat still bleeding sluggishly.

Together they struggled off the bed, clinging to each other for balance as they stumbled across the room, passing the silent body slumped across the table top. Peter flicked a glance at Hook's back as they passed, his quick look supplying the source of the previously unknown sounds, multiple stab wounds puncturing the blue velvet robe, the material soaked a wet brown from the blood still pooling on the floor, Hook's face hidden by his black curls, only a glimpse of staring eyes visible through the curtain of hair.

Somehow they made it to one of the tall stain-glassed windows, the colours lurid as the sun painted their naked bodies in a rainbow of light. Panting, Wendy reached up and worked the ornate latch, the squeak of unoiled hinges loud in the quiet cabin as they pulled the window open, the pane swinging inwards letting in sunlight and sea air, both of them drinking in the fresh salty ozone after the fetid stench of the cabin. The drop to the water was several feet, but neither hesitated, the water closing over their heads like the welcome embrace of death, both sinking deeply before kicking for the surface. They slowly made their way into the sheltering shadow of the hull, treading water as they surveyed the distance to shore. It was still early, the sun only just making its slow ascent into the sky, the sea calm with a thin mist blurring the line between water and air. Keeping their movement slow, they swam side by side away from the ship, oblivious to the sting of their wounds, the water sliding across and around their bodies with a languid caress, as if blessing them, soaking away the blood and pain, guilt and anguish until they rose out of the surf like newborns, glistening and clean.

They made it to the concealing screen of vegetation before collapsing, arms wound tight around each other, the shock of their ordeal numbing them to anything but the need to sleep.

Much, much later Smee entered the Captains cabin and stood for a second inside the door, his careworn face crumpling as he surveyed the carnage of the bed before noting the stillness of the figure slumped on the table. Hesitantly Smee approached the body, already sure of what he'd find, his shaking fingers lifting the midnight strands to expose the slack face, the blue eyes staring into nothing, the pirate Captains life blood painting the table top and floor, sticky and cloying, a blood trail of red footprints leading to the window telling its own story of revenge and escape.

Shaking his head, Smee shuffled away from the table and its grisly corpse, careful to avoid any contact with the body fluids splattered across the floor, his hand trembling as he turned the handle of the cabin door and slipped outside. Without telling anyone of his find, Smee packed his belongings and slipped over the side, drawing away from the side of the ship in the tiny dinghy used for fishing, the early watch calling out, asking him what he was about. Ignoring them, he continued to pull on the oars, the Jolly Roger getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared from his sight as he rounded the bluff.

He'd had enough of pirating, if he never killed another creature while he lived that would suit him fine. He hoped the young people survived their ordeal, he really did. His complicity in their abuse ate at his conscience, his eyes welling as the image of the boys bloodied body on the bed flashed once more across his minds eye, spearing him with guilt and horror. Pulling harder on the oars, he panted as he worked to distance himself from his past life, the small boat becoming a tiny black dot on the horizon before disappearing completely into oblivion.

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The End.

(goodness, you still here?......well done, your survived, brave reader....do I end it here? continue.....or start something new?)