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Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Forgetting Neverland
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-Epilogue
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Wendy had always believed Peter would win. He was, afterall, Peter Pan, the Prince of Neverland. A boy forever, a little cocky of course but still, the hero who would always triumph. Never in her wildest dreams, did she believe Hook would actually win. Yet here they were. Bound and gagged across from one another, unable to say a word just stare into each other’s eyes. With Peter’s arrogance and refusal to fly away, Hook had caught him. Wendy had lunged forward in an attempt to rescue him and had been bound by the pirates. Peter had yelled out furiously for them to let her go and had been too distracted to notice Hook coming up behind him with a rope, which he had slipped around the boy’s neck and dragged him across the ship. Peter grasped at the rope, choking. Peter had been thrown into the Captain’s cabin and later, was bound to the wall. The whips the pirates had used on him had shredded his clothes completely, until he was scantily clad. Peter blinked back tears as he felt the pain from his wounds, but more so not knowing what had become of Tinkerbell or Wendy. When Hook entered the cabin and immediately delved his hook into the boy’s back, he asked, through clenched teeth, where was Wendy. Hook responded with a laugh.
“She’s tending to the crew. She’ll be along shortly.” Peter had no idea what Hook had meant until the door opened and a pirate shoved Wendy inside. She was nearly naked, her gown torn to shreds, her curly brown hair messy and undone, tears streaked her face. Her hands were tied behind her back and a strip of cloth covered her mouth. Peter’s jaw dropped at the sight of her. BASTARDS, he thought as he realized what Hook had meant. Wendy looked up and suddenly noticed him. “Peter!” her yell was muffled by her gag, but her eyes swam with tears of relief when she saw he was alive. She gasped when she saw the blood trickling down his arms and at what had been done to him. Peter’s eyes swam with tears as he looked up into her face.
“Wendy! What have they done to you…”
“Oh hush, Pan, it’s not as bad as you think. She wasn’t raped, if that’s what you are imagining. Though I guarantee far worse things await your dear Wendy if you do not follow my orders.” Peter glared up at Hook in hatred. Hook bent down and roughly tied a piece of cloth over Peter’s mouth. For good measure, he kicked Peter in the stomach, causing him to grunt and double up in pain. Hook then left the two youths in the dark, unable to say a word to one another.
They felt like they were in that dark cabin for days. Neither was able to sleep, both too scared of what their futures now held. Hook did not return to his cabin at all that day. Wendy longed to speak to him…more than that, she longed to bury her face in his arms and let her tears soak his clothing. Peter stared at her for the longest time. He was still a boy but he knew the cruelties of men. He knew that Hook would use her to torment him. Stories of Hook’s cruelties were spread across Neverland and he hoped some of them including his sexual escapades were just rumors.
The next day, the door opened and they both winced at the sunlight streaming in. A pirate yanked Wendy up by her hair and kicked Peter when he yelled his muffled protest.
“Shut up boy. The Captain has some business to attend to with your little wench.” He dragged Wendy from the cabin and practically threw her into a private little room, in which Hook and Smee were sitting at a table. Hook barked at Smee to get out, then turned to Wendy who was cowering on the floor. He considered her for a moment. He noticed that her nightgown was barely covering anything and she was definitely on the verge of becoming a woman. He could see the small womanly curves starting to develop and her luscious brown hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. She stared at the floor and Hook yanked off her gag.
“What are you going to do with Peter,” she immediately asked.
“Strange that he is the first thing that comes to your mind. I assure you my dear, you are not first on his. No, Peter Pan is selfish and heartless. It’s a part of his riddle. He would abandon you in a heartbeat.” Wendy only half believed this; she knew that Peter was still a boy but she also believed he would defend her with his life. Which is why she was afraid of what Hook had planned for them.
“What are you going to do with him,” she repeated. Hook chuckled.
“What he’s done to me for years. Torment and torture and eventually drive to madness. Don’t worry, I’ll be merciful at the end and put him out of his memory. But I want him to suffer first, as he has made me suffer these many years.” He leaned forward and lifted her chin with the point of his hook.
“And I have a feeling you will be a wonderful tool in this plan, my dear Wendy.”
“You can kill me if you like but you will never break Peter Pan.”
Hook chuckled. “Kill? There are far worse things than death, my dear, I can assure you.”
Hook started to circle Wendy, admiring her from every angle. The sight of her on her knees with her hands tied behind her back was arousing him quite a lot. He stopped behind her and sniffed at her hair. She winced and tried to get away from his touch but his hands wondered across her smooth skin. They brushed across her face, down her neck, to her shoulders, down to her supple breast. She gasped as he grasped her through the material, tweaking her nipple and letting out a moan of longing. Wendy squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. Fine, let him use me this way. As long as Peter doesn’t see it…as long as Hook takes me in private. Peter won’t ever have to know.
Hook smiled, as if he was reading Wendy’s thoughts.
“How much do you think it would crush Pan to watch me corrupt his innocent Wendy, Hm? How mad do you think he will go as he watches me ravish you right in front of him?” Wendy’s eyes widened in fear and Hook’s hand continued downward. Pulling her up and gripping her against him, she could feel his erection poking into her back and it made her sick. No matter what, he would NOT use Peter in this way. Peter, who didn’t know anything about these intimacies, would be completely broken by this. Mind you, Wendy was still quite innocent herself but she still knew a thing or two about what went on between married people. Hook’s fingers slid ever so gently up her thigh, til he was lifting her gown and sliding his fingers underneath. Wendy did her best to resist but her fight spurred Hook on even more. He cupped her folds through her underwear and let out another moan.
“You are going to be a beauty in bed, my sweet.” Wendy shook her head, willing it not to be true. Deciding she ought to just submit to it, to keep it from being an unpleasant fight, her head hung and she fell limp in his arms. Hook, however, was outraged at this action. He threw her onto the floor roughly, spatting.
“You think because you won’t fight, you’ll make it easier on you and Pan? Well I have news for you girl. He is the only reason I am holding you here. You don’t mean a thing to me, you understand? Pan has a fascination with you and it will torment him so to see me take you from him. He may not understand a lot about feelings but he will understand that! And one more thing,” he yanked her up by her hair again, this time her feet dangling in the air, “every time you refuse, every time you mess up, means more pain for your precious Peter Pan, you hear me? I shall beat him within an inch of his life, I shall cut off his fingers one by one, I shall dig my hook into his flesh and carve it all the way down his body, and finally I shall very, very slowly, slit his throat and watch him bleed to death. Do you hear me girl? You do everything I tell you to do, your Peter lives one more day.” With that he threw her down again and crossed the room, ignoring her sobs. He poured himself a glass of rum and watched her for a moment, mildly interested. At Hook’s last words, Wendy’s heart tore in two. She knew their only escape would be death and at this moment, she wished it for both of them. Hook grew tired of her sobs—he couldn’t stand it when women cried—slammed his glass to the ground and dragged her back to his cabin.
Peter started struggling in his chains the moment he saw Hook with Wendy. Wendy wanted to tell him to be quiet, not to anger Hook but she remained silent and only gave him a sad look as she passed. Hook dropped her onto his bed and tied her ropes to the wooden headboard so that her arms were positioned over her head. Hook turned to Peter with an evil smile.
“Wendy and I have just been talking, Pan. She understands her duty aboard this ship and is willing to perform the role admirably. For both your sakes. Know this. Any attempt to escape or harm me in any way, I will slit her throat with my hook quicker than you can blink. Understand?” To prove his point, he brought his hook dangerously close to her neck and the point gleamed in the light. Peter’s eyes were wide with fear, which Hook loved to see. Here was the boy who showed no fear, who had always fought bravely and he was white with terror. Hook looked at Wendy, who looked so desirable on the bed, as if she was just waiting for him. He looked back at Pan, who was now staring at the ground. Forming another evil plan, he unlocked Peter’s manacles, removed his gag, slipped a collar complete with a long chain around his neck, and led him over to the bed. He made Peter sit in a chair at the foot of the bed and attached the chain to the bed, slipping it twice more over Peter’s head so that he could barely move without choking himself. Wendy’s tears fell down her cheeks. Peter noticed and knew she must have known what was going to happen next. Still confused as to what Hook had planned, Peter waited with baited breath. Hook threw his coat aside and started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes on the girl, all the while licking his lips, impatient to taste that sweet innocence.
“Tell me Pan,” he spoke finally, now tossing aside his shirt and stockings, “how intimate have you been with our fair Wendy?”
“Don’t call her ‘our’, she’ll never be yours!” Peter spat angrily. Hook’s eyes flashed and crossed the room in two steps, his hook gleaming at Peter’s throat.
“Neither will she be yours, you foolish boy. You probably don’t even have the dick to please a woman do you?” His hook rose into the air and before Peter could do anything, he brought it down swiftly over Wendy’s torso. For a brief second, Peter was afraid she was dead but he saw the rest of Wendy’s gown fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy white underwear. Wendy pulled her feet up to her chest, attempting to cover herself but Hook yanked her knees back and leapt onto the bed over her, his face close to hers.
“Oh no my dear, I want him to see exactly what he is missing.” His hook trailed over her skin, its cold steel point raking across her chest and down across her breasts. The cold caused her nipples to perk and Hook leaned down and took one into his mouth. Wendy closed her eyes, not in pleasure but humiliation. She silently willed Peter not to watch this. Hook was just using her. He took no pleasure in any of this!
But contrary to what he had said to her about her meaning nothing, he was getting fully aroused by the sight of her young naked body writhing underneath him. Still sucking at her mounds, his hands trailed down and easily cut away the white material covering her most private parts. Peter looked away at this, his heart tearing in two for his Wendy. He would not watch this, he refused. Hook brought his head up and noticed Peter’s glance was across the room. He yanked the chain so that Peter, choking, had to look straight forward.
“You WILL watch this, Pan. You will watch as I snatch away her innocence…something you were too cowardly to do!” Peter’s face turned red as he looked on at Wendy’s nude body. His eyes wandered up and met hers and both filled with tears as they stared at one another. Wendy could see Peter’s apologetic looks in his; Without warning, Hook shoved a finger into her tender core, drawing a cry from her throat. He inserted another and roughly thrust in and out. Wendy struggled to get away from the invasion but Hook now undid his breeches and straddled her tiny body. He was about to thrust into her but he stopped and looked back at Peter, whose eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking out of the sides. Hook yanked his hair back, making him look up and pulled on the chain so that he was gasping for breath.
“I’m giving you an even better seat. And if I look up and you are not watching, I’ll slit her throat right underneath me.” He then threw Peter’s chain over the rafter and for a moment Wendy was terrified he was hanging him. But a second chain was attached to his arms and joined the first chain over the rafter. Peter was hoisted up so that he dangled, as if he was flying above the bed. He was forced to look down at Wendy as she looked up at him in sorrow. He held her gaze for a few minutes, until Hook without warning or sound, violently thrust into her. Wendy let out a blood curdling scream, tears pouring from her eyes. Peter could do nothing but cry, his tears dripping onto Wendy’s cheeks. Hook withdrew from her and thrust in again, her blood and his semen mixing. Hook increased his speed while Wendy could only lie there while her body was ravaged before the boy she truly loved.
“I’m so sorry Wendy,” Peter whispered and luckily only she heard him. Hook was grunting and rutting as he went faster and faster until he pulled out and spilled his seed all over her stomach. Satisfied, Hook pulled on his bathrobe, yanked Peter’s chains down so that he practically fell on top of Wendy, and left the cabin to retire to his bedchamber. When the door closed, Wendy drew her legs up to cover herself once more and her body shook with sobs. Peter had enough length of chain to be able to walk around the room and he noticed a wash bucket and cloth. Silently, he untied Wendy’s ropes so that her hands fell to her side, then he brought the bucket over to the bed and tenderly washed Wendy. Not wanting to invade her privacy anymore than he already had, he put the cloth in her hand and went back to his little corner to allow her to clean herself more thoroughly. He heard her rising and washing herself in the bucket, then footsteps cross the room as she searched for something to wear, as her gown was ruined. She joined him on the floor and curled into a ball facing away from him.
“Why don’t you sleep on the—“
“No,” she said sharply. Peter closed his eyes in disgust. Idiot! He turned to her and his hand hovered over her, not knowing what to do. Peter Pan was not used to apologies and certainly didn’t know guilt but he definitely felt it as he watched the girl who had sacrificed so much for him.
“Wendy,” he said softly. She didn’t answer him so he withdrew his hand lay down next to her.
“Peter,” she said a few minutes later, her voice choked with tears.
“Hm?”
“Could you hold me tonight?” Peter didn’t answer; he scooted closer and snaked his arms underneath her, drawing her into his embrace. She held onto him tightly and cried herself to sleep. Peter listened to her tears, his arms wrapped tightly around her, determined to sacrifice himself before he allowed Hook to touch her again.

“Don’t worry Wendy. Everything will be better in the morning. Sleep now and don’t think of anything.”
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