17/9/04
Title: Pillaging, a Piratical Pre-Requisite.
Author: weezer42
Chapter: the one and only
Rating: NC17,Hook/Wendy,major squick factor (rape) but no blood play, non-con, chan, M/F, violence etc etc
Summary: a variation on the ending of PP, the movie. Not for the faint of heart or the sexually repressed. Blame PJ and his suggestive cinematography. Imagine, if you will, a certain fairy not arriving in time.
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"Why is he? What is he? I'll have one last story before you die, the story of Peter Pan. Once upon a time..." Hook's hand squeezed Wendy's throat, her chin lifting as she fought to free herself from his cruel grip.
"O-once upon a time..." Wendy gasped, her lips trembling and making the words difficult to form.
"Brutes! Red-Handed Jill is gonna tell us a story !" At Smee's shout, the deck came alive, the pirates forming a ragged audience, the Lost Boy's almost smothered by the eager anticipation.
"Yay!" A Cheer resounded around the deck, drowning the cries of protest from the bound children.
"There was a boy named Peter Pan, who decided not to grow up..." Wendy started, only to find herself choking, her breath cut off by iron fingers gripping her throat.
"Skip the prologue." Hook hissed, bringing his face closer, blocking Wendy's view of the deck, his features filling her vision.
"So he flew away to the Neverland, where the pirates are." Stuttered Wendy as she swallowed on a dry mouth, Hook's breath hot against her skin as his eyes raked over her face.
"Was one of them pirates called Noodler?" the so named pirate held up his deformed hands, the Lost Boys shrinking back, their eyes darting between the pirate and Hook.
"Yes." Wendy confirmed, her eyes darting to the rash speaker.
"Captain, did you hear? I am in a stor-" The pirate never got to enjoy his notoriety, Hook removed his hand from Wendy's neck and deftly pulled his pistol out, lifting his hook to bring the pistol to bear under his arm and aimed at the foolhardy Noodler sitting behind him, the shot catching the younger man between the eyes and dropping him at the feet of the Lost Boys who howled and tried to crawl away, only to be brought up short by the other crew members crowded around them.
Dropping the smoking pistol, Hook returned his attention to Wendy, his lips lifting in a false smile as he leant towards her, ignoring the cries of the boys.
"What fun he must have had."
"Yes, but he was rather lonely." Again Wendy paused, as Hook's face went slack, his eyes losing their focus.
"Lonely? He needed a Wendy."
"I need a Wendy." Another pirate, his face lifting as he spoke, his expression dreamy, beamed at his Captain, only to receive a bullet between the eyes from Hook's second pistol, the body slumping to the deck making the Lost Boy's scream again, their eyes staring with horror at the carnage.
Smee, sitting next to the rapidly cooling corpse, turned to the crewman sitting to his right and winked conspiratorially.
"Very exciting, two dead already."
"Why a Wendy?" Hook, ignoring the sobbing of the boys, turned his attention once more to his captive.
"He liked my stories." Wendy stared into his face defiantly, her body tense, the mast hard against her spine.
"What stories?" Intrigued, Hook lifted his hand and stroked Wendy's face, his eyes following his fingers as he swept down one downy cheek and under her chin.
"Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty..."
"Love stories?" Hook sneered derisively, hardly believing his ears. Wendy bristled, throwing her shoulders back and glaring at the man mocking her.
"Adventures, in which good triumphs over evil!"
Behind Hook, a ragged cheer rose from boyish throats, Nib's finding his cry choked off by the pirate beside him.
"They all end in a kiss. A kiss..." As if struck, Hook paused, his eyes widening as he swept down to gaze at Wendy's parted lips, her eyes staring as he smiled slightly before flicking his pale eyes back up to hers.
"He does feel. He feels about you." In one move he lifted his hook and sliced through Wendy's bonds holding her to the mast. Twisting his hand in her long hair, Hook pulled her in front of him, her bound hands without feeling, her feet slipping on the wooden planking when Hook yanked her head back, tears springing to her eyes from the pain as he wound his fingers tighter.
The pirates leered as Hook pulled Wendy against his body, her nightdress fluttering in the rising breeze as she fought to keep her balance.
"She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How?" Tugging hard, Hook pulled Wendy's head against his shoulder, his cheek pressed to hers, his eyes flicking between his crew and her mouth. Gulping, Wendy tried to think, her tongue snaking out to wet her dry lips, Hook's eyes following that small movement with a fire burning in his gaze.
"You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air."
"Alas I have no happy thoughts." Hook hissed, his breath hot against her cheek.
"That brings you down." Wendy ground out triumphantly.
Hook lifted his metal hand and pressed the tip to Wendy's face, the sharp point clearly indenting her skin, her neck straining to get away from the threat.
"How else?" Hook twisted his hand cruelly, Wendy's hair pulling her scalp.
"No!" Appalled, Nibs cried out, the other Lost boys joining him.
"Leave her alone!" shouted Tootles, his eyes pleading for Wendy.
Unable to stand seeing his sister so abused, Michael blurted out."It's fairy dust. You need fairy dust!"
As one, the Lost boys turned to glare at their youngest member."Michael!"
"What of Pan? Will unhappy thoughts bring him down?" Leering horribly, Hook pressed himself closer, his hook keeping Wendy from moving away from the heat of his body.
"He has no unhappy thoughts."
Smee grinned widely, wondering how far his Captain was going to take the demonstration.
"What if his Wendy......becomes the ships whore?"
The deck of the Jolly Roger erupted, the crew jumping to their feet and screaming their approval, the Lost Boy's looking up at them in bewilderment as pistol's were fired and swords waved in anticipation of the debauchery to come.
Wendy found herself turned so that she faced Hook, her ears ringing with the yells of the pirate crew, her thoughts jumbled and confused, her eyes staring as they darted between the saturnine face so close to her own and the wildly cavorting crew.
"You do know what a whore is, don't you storyteller?"
"N-n-n-o-o..."
"Then it will be my pleasure to educate you in its true meaning....a whore give of her body to any man that wants the use of it...at any time and in any way. She exist to please men, she has no rights, no expectations, no freedom, she is a vessel to be used...again, and again and again."
Hook's hot breath seared Wendy's face, her eyes squeezing tightly closed as she tried to shut out the horror that crowded her brain, her body trembling uncontrollably as phrases started to filter through her frozen ears from the screaming men around her. Most of the words were unintelligible to her, as foreign as Greek, but the import was clear, the men wanted her, their baying like dogs around a downed deer, their teeth and eyes soaked with lust. The hand in her hair suddenly loosened its hold and she sagged bonelessly against her captors chest. Almost fainting with pain and despair she barely felt the hook dig into her side as Hook supported her weight, his fingers reaching for the neck of her grubby nightgown before ripping it the length of her body, exposing her to the howling crew.
"What think you, brutes.... a pearl beyond price?"
Wendy felt him push the tattered edges apart, his hand brushing over her barely formed breasts, her flesh shrinking from the fingers digging into her soft ribs, down her belly to the softness between her legs. A rough hand parted her trembling thighs to a rising howl from the men enjoying the view, Wendy's eyes slamming shut again, her lips pulled back in a rictus of pain and terror as Hook delved between her legs. Suddenly her fear overcame her body's ability to function and she felt a warm trickle as her bladder released itself, flooding over Hook's hand and puddling on the deck. With a cry of disgust Hook snatched his hand back and flapped it to rid it of her urine, the crew roaring their approval as he raked his Hook across her waist, spinning her around before dropping her to the rough deck. Wendy screamed, her arms still tied behind her, her knees hitting the planking hard.
"Dirty bitch.....now I'll have to waste time getting you cleaned up before I take my pleasure of you!"
Moaning, Wendy lay in her own fluids, her body curled in on itself, her hair screening her shrinking flesh as Hook cursed above her.
"Throw a bucket of water over the slut...that'll clean her up enough!"
Hook sneered at the suggestion. "For you bastards maybe, but I like my whores to be sweeter smelling when I fuck'em...so its a bath she'll need before I'll plow her furrow!"
Smee took up the Captains cry, calling for the bath to be brought onto the deck, the men's lustful cries dying down as the object of their crazed eyes remained huddled on the deck, the show over for the moment.
One brave man asked the question they all wanted to know the answer to. "We get to fuck her after you....don't we Capt'n?"
Hook leered broadly. "Every man jack of ya....after I've taken my fill of her!"
"Three cheers for Capt'n 'ook!" Yelled a crewman, the others cheering raggedly while Hook grinned and strutted in front of Wendy's prone body.
"What about them?"
Hook lowered his gaze to the boys still bound in a huddle on the deck. All were crying, someone had been sick while several of the boys trousers showed that they had also lost their bladder control during the terrifying melee.
"Take them to the brig and lock em up.....no food or water, and search them for anything they could use to pick a lock."
"Aye, aye Capt'n....I don't suppose....I could keep one?"
"Patience Harris, you'll have a chance to indulge your desire for boy flesh....I'll choose a nice plump one for you...but for now....to the brig with them!"
Once more the boys screamed and yelled as they found themselves roughly manhandled off the deck and into the dark bowels of the ship.
Smee was taking charge of the large tub being brought on deck, several of the sailors already holding buckets of water in readiness to fill it.
"Any particular place you want this, Captain?"
"This deck will have to be swabbed, the puling spawn have made it foul....take it up to the forecastle. Once the slut is clean I'll take her maidenhead for all the men to see..that should satisfy them until they have their go....but I warn you Smee....I intend to use her for as long as I feel a need.....until I'm finished with her, the crew will have to wait....understand?"
"As long as they get to have a go....eventually Captain....you take your sweet time...the men have waited long enough...they can wait a little longer."
"My thoughts exactly Smee....now get that bath ready..and quickly, I feel an urgent desire to make someone scream."
As Smee chivvied the crew and organized the bath, Hook reached down and dragged Wendy to her feet, his hand once more using her hair to hold her still. Seeing her semi-naked body, his own swiftly returned to its aroused state, his trousers straining to free its burgeoning flesh, his eyes gleaming redly as he swept them over Wendy's lax features, the girl too lost to even respond to the pain from his grip on her hair.
"Soon you will screaming again, screaming for Peter to save you, and I hope he does hear you....of course, he could be dead by now....and then there'll be no-one to save you.....isn't that amusing?"
With his fist he made Wendy's head nod in agreement. The action caused her lips to part, her mouth slack, her eyes closed. Hook licked his own lips before lowering his head and tentatively touching them to hers. Finding them soft, he pressed closer, engulfing the girls mouth, his tongue snaking hotly between her lips. He explored her teeth, gums and palate, undeterred that his victim appeared senseless and oblivious of his assault. Pulling back he stared into her face, his tongue lapping at her lips, teasing them into his mouth before letting them go.
"You'll awake soon, my beauty...then I'll show you how to kiss properly...I can see why Peter had such an attraction to that mouth....I will certainly put it to good use before I turn you over to the crew."
Unperturbed by his captive non responsive state, Hook leant down and hoisted the girl over his shoulder, making his way easily up the stairs to the forecastle where Smee was finishing preparing the bath. Steam rose in lazy spirals above the tub as he sprinkled something into the water.
"Smelling salts Smee.....I don't want her to drown before the fun begins."
"Right away Capt'n...back in a trice."
Hook lowered Wendy to the deck where she lay on her side, her bound hands still behind her. Bending down he cut the bindings and slashed what remained of the ruined nightgown from her body, leaving her naked but for her curtain of hair. The sailors that had been filling the bath stared at the girl with undisguised interest.
"You'll get to look ya fill when its your turn.....now leave me to enjoy the fruits of my spoils.....get away with ya dogs!"
The men scuttled away as Smee puffed his way back onto the deck, waving a small vial above his head.
"Here you go Captain Sir.....just the ticket!"
Lifting the insensible girl, Hook placed her in the tub, her head lolling against the side. Smee passed the small glass bottle to Hook who waved it under Wendy's nose. Immediately Wendy jerked and batted at the bottle, her face contorting to escape the horrid smell. As Hook withdrew the smelling salts, Wendy's eyes opened and she gasped to find herself naked in a bath, still aboard the Jolly Roger, still captive of Hook. As the realization set in, Wendy's blue eyes filled with tears which overflowed and spilled down her face, her mouth opening on a silent scream as she pulled her knees up to her chest, shrinking against the side of the bath as far from Hook as possible.
"Soap and a cloth Smee....I am impatient to sample the wares."
Ignoring Wendy's weak protests and attempts to avoid his touch, Hook thoroughly washed his captive, Smee holding the girls shoulders or legs as she thrashed weakly in the water. It only took a few minutes but both Hook and Smee ended up liberally soaked before Hook pronounced Wendy clean enough.
Hauling her out of the water, Smee briskly rubbed her dry, easily overcoming her feeble blows, while behind her Hook started to unbutton his clothes and kick off his shoes. By now the crew were all in the rigging, silently watching the drama being played out below. Nobody cheered or called as they watched their Captain pull of his breeches, feeing his raging manhood to the cool air, some of the men freeing their own erections to relieve the tension, stoking themselves as they watched. Smee held Wendy as Hook shucked his coat and shirt, his harness the only item of clothing left on his lean body. With a signal from Hook, Smee spun Wendy in his arms so that she faced the pirate Captain. Seeing him naked caused icicles of dread to course through Wendy's veins, her legs losing all strength as her eyes stared fearfully at the man in front of her.
"Lay her down Smee....and keep a grip on her hands..."
Wendy felt herself forced on her back to the planks, her breath coming in gasps as she stared wildly around the deck, trying to see an escape, mewling sounds coming from her constricted throat. Smee held her rope-burned wrists to the hard wood, kneeling behind her head to hold her in place as his Captain knelt at the girls foot. Wendy tried to keep her shaking legs together but Hook easily parted her knees, pushing her legs wide as he knelt closer, his rigid sex bobbing between his legs as he prepared to impale her virginity. Wendy tried to twist out of Smee's grasp, the bosun easily holding her, his face painted with a leer, eyes glittering.
Balanced above the trembling girl, well aware of the crew above him, Hook felt between Wendy's legs, parting her soft folds to the core within. It was dry and very tight, Wendy's body rigid with fear.
"Ya gonna have to relax my dear....or I might just split you in two...and that would be no fun for anyone." Hook's urbane drawl barely penetrated Wendy's stupor, her mind blank with shock, her eyes unseeing of her surroundings.
"Want me to fetch some oil or something?" Smee asked, as if suggesting a condiment to have with a meal. Hook sat back on his haunches and surveyed the slender body displayed for his gaze.
"No....it won't be necessary....I'm feeling in a generous mood...I think I'll feast on this morsel before I ravish it.....that way she'll be of more use than just once this day."
Hook sat back more comfortably on his heels. "Lift her for me Smee....I want to taste her."
Letting go of Wendy's hands, Smee grasped the girls hips and lifted her upwards, enough for Hook to position Wendy on his lap before he bent over her and buried his face between her quivering thighs. Wendy twitched and jerked as Hook thrust his tongue into her body, his mouth devouring her sex as she lay splayed for his pleasure, her arms laying lax on the deck as Smee helped support her pelvis to give the Captain free access.
As shocked and horrified as she was to find herself naked and displayed before the entire crew, Wendy couldn't stop her body responding to Hook's expert foreplay. She tried to ignore the strange feelings making her body shiver and lurch, her eyes shutting out the sight but unable to stop the sound of Hook's assault or the feel of his tongue delving where none but her fingers had explored before. A strange languor was starting to sap her will to resist, her hips almost lifting of their own volition as something primitive and unwanted coiled heatedly in her belly. She clamped her lips shut on a moan as the man feasting on her body hit a sensitive spot, his lips pulling and sucking on her flesh as if starving. All too soon he had stopped and pulled away, her legs falling to drape over his thighs as he shifted. Smee was no longer holding her to the deck, her body no longer as tense as a bowstring.
"Now my beauty," Hook purred, "I can wait no longer."
Wendy stared up through her lashes at the pirate Captain as he leant over her, his body blocking out the sky and rigging, something hot and hard pressing where his tongue had been only moments before. Bracing himself, Hook pushed himself further into her body, his breath hissing from between his clenched teeth at the tightness sheathing his manhood.
"God's blood but your tight!"
Wendy lay unmoving below him, his head tilting down to watch as he pulled out and pushed back into her again, more entering her as her body accommodated his girth until he felt his cock head arrive at her maidenhead.
With a savage lunge he thrust into her body, Wendy's back arching off the deck with a scream as he took her, her cry echoed by the men watching in the rigging. Hook grunted as he withdrew and plunged in again, his preparation paying off as Wendy's slick body welcomed him, his own hot and hard and close to nirvana in her tight heat.
"Yes my beauty...scream for your loss, scream loud enough for Peter to hear you from the grave...scream as I fuck you.....yes...yes..."
As he repeated his litany he felt his body swell and tighten, his breath leaving in a shout as he pumped his seed into the girls writhing body, uncaring of her sobs and moans, uncaring of the whistles and shouts of his crew as he emptied his essence into his unwilling captive.
Feeling both exhilarated and exhausted, Hook braced himself on his elbows, still buried balls deep between her legs, his chest heaving as he strove to regain a measure of control. The girl lay lax and still beneath him, her head turned to the side, her hair spread out on the wooden planking like molten gold. Her eyes were closed but tears still leaked from under her lashes, her mouth quivering as she fought to muffle her sobs.
"Shush my beauty....it's all over.....now I'll take you to my cabin and we'll play this game again......I have a whole world of pleasure to teach you.....and when I'm through, you will be the most accomplished whore these men has ever known....yes you will....you'll be able to pleasure every man in the crew and keep their Captain satisfied."
Grunting, he pulled his softening sex from her body, fluid pooling between her thighs, a mixture of blood and semen. Curling his lip, Hook rose to his feet and pulled on his breeches.
"Bring her to my cabin Smee.....I haven't finished with her yet."
"Aye aye Capt'n."
Gathering up his clothes, Hook turned away and left the forecastle with its cooling tub and well used captive. Looking up at the crew still hanging in the rigging, he doffed his hat and waved it over his head. The crew erupted in shouts and jeers, their appetite whetted for their own turn with the girl that had been pillaged right royally before their eyes.
Smee gathered the girl in his arms, wrapping the damp towel around her body and between her legs before carrying her from the forecastle and towards the captain's cabin.
Wendy made no sound, the tears still streaking down her face but her throat was closed. Her fate was sealed, her life no longer her own, her dreams shattered by a pair of ice blue eyes, and a heart harder than diamonds.
Wendy darling died that day, and Red Handed Jill was born, initiated without pity into the crew of the Jolly Roger. Her duties both onerous and unrelenting. Such is the life of a pirates doxy.
In a giant tree in the heart of the forest a fairy wept over the body of a boy, his mouth stained red from the poison he'd drunk, oblivious to the fate of his Wendy, or his Lost Boys. His eyes staring unblinking at his world gone forever dark, another Pan who had failed, not only to save his own life, but those that were waiting in fearful expectation to be saved, all in vain.
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