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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Not my characters (except for the ones that are). Not making any money off of them. Wish I were, never going to be. Don’t sue me, please.

Okay, a warning. This chapter contains sex, but not just sex. The warning for non-con comes into this chapter, so it’s more like rape. Be warned. Hook is a pirate, remember. I’ve re-written this chapter a couple of times, so I’d really appreciate feedback. Does it work for you? Do I need more internal monologue? There may very well be more of this in the future (‘cause he’s a pirate, like I said) so I need to know if it works.

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Eleven: Three’s a Crowd

I wandered through the arboretum. I looked at all the weird flowers and plants and tried to figure out how to get out of whatever they’d planned for me that afternoon. The thing was, no matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t see a way out. I was completely stuck, like an insect in amber.

I couldn’t get out of this glassed-in jail full of flowers.

They knew where I was at all times; someone was always watching me.

And I didn’t have any shoes or money or a passport.

Hell, I didn’t even know how to get back from Neverland to the real world.

I found a bench at the far end of the arboretum and sat; a palm tree full of coconuts towered above me. Freesia grew all around and behind the bench and the scent was overwhelming. I sat with my eyes closed for half an hour or more, and tried to pretend I was somewhere else, anywhere else. It was lovely. Then Hook had to ruin it.

“Ah, there you are,” he said as he sat down on the bench next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, then closed them again. “Wishing won’t make me go away.”
“I can always try,” I said. He stuck his lip out as if pouting.
“Haven’t I been good to you?” he asked. I laughed bitterly.
“You could let me go home,” I suggested and it was his turn to laugh.
“I could. But I won’t,” he said. He grasped my chin with his good hand and pulled me toward him. “You’re too much fun, my dear.”
“Well, don’t start the party without me,” Stubbins said as he approached us. I wrenched my face away from Hook and stood up, intending to run for it, even if there was nowhere to run to. Stubbins blocked my escape route and Hook grabbed the back of my dress, his fingers wound in my sash. Fuck this dress! “She’s a feisty one.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake! Give me a break. Feisty?! Who talks like that?” I exclaimed as I struggled to get away from them. Hook pulled me closer. Damn he was strong.
“This could be interesting,” Stubbins said, as Hook pulled me against him.
“She just needs a bit of incentive,” Hook said, his breath hot against the back of my neck.
“Incentive? You mean the belt?” Stubbins said, his eyes bright. His hands were already moving to take off his belt.
“Not at all,” Hook said, his hook wound in my sash and his good hand feeling its way up my bodice. “I learned yesterday that if one gives her a bit of pleasure, she’ll be quite the little slut for you.” He kissed the back of my neck. I shivered and then flushed angrily.
“That’s so not fair!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“But it’s very true! You cannot deny how you climbed on top of me yesterday before dinner and all I needed to do was use my tongue to make you squirm,” he said. Stubbins laughed out loud.
“Women are not for pleasuring, Hook. They’re here to provide pleasure for us,” he said, as if correcting his old friend, but Hook shook his head.

“The art of pleasuring a woman is an old and formidable one, my friend,” he said. He pressed his groin up against my ass. I could feel his erection even through the layers of my dress and once again felt extremely vulnerable without any underwear. “Even the ancients knew that a willing partner is so much more pleasurable than an unwilling one.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it, Hook,” Stubbins said, his arms crossed. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a willing partner.”
“You were married for a while, weren’t you?”
“For a while, yes. She closed her eyes and thought of England, from what I understood.”
“Then you must experience this wildcat,” Hook said, as he quickly spun me around. He pulled me to him. I pushed wildly against his chest with both hands. I felt like the heroine in a bad romance novel but knew this was more about rape than romance. “And you, my dear, are going to calm down and just enjoy this.” He held me to him tightly and walked out of the arboretum, through the main house to the stairs. “Upstairs?”
“If you wish. Either there or the study,” Stubbins said.
“Upstairs,” Hook said. He began to drag me up the stairs with him. I struggled to get away.
“Let me go!” I yelled and kicked at him. I tripped on the stairs; my feet slid out from under me and my dress kept me from gaining a purchase. I pulled against him, almost knocking us both down the stairs, but he held onto the banister and grabbed me by the back of my dress. He yanked on me, hard, and began to pull me bodily up the marble staircase.

Whack! My knees hit the marble.

Whack! My ribs hit the banister.

“Oh God, oh my God! Stop it, stop it!” I shrieked, pain lancing through my side and racing up my legs.
“Get up then!” he roared at me. “If it hurts so much, get up!” He hoisted me to my feet by my wrist, yanking my arm almost out of its socket. Stubbins ran on ahead and opened the door to his bedroom. Hook pulled me into the room and threw me on the floor next to the bed. “By Lucifer, you will obey me or I will slit your throat!” he yelled at me, his hook in my face. I shook with fear, breathing heavily, and tried not to cry, but it was hard. Oh God, was it hard!

“Now this is more like it,” Stubbins said, as he removed his jacket. “I knew Hook the pirate was still in there somewhere.”
“See what you’ve made me do, you stupid woman?” Hook fumed and pulled off his own jacket. “This could have been so much better for you.” He sat on the bed and looked down at me. I was afraid to move; I didn’t know what he wanted me to do and I didn’t want to cross him again. So I just sat on the floor, silent. “This could still be good for you, if you just do what you’re told like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I whispered. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Stubbins had removed his boots and his belt. He was holding the belt menacingly above me.
“Perhaps she needs something more motivational,” he said to Hook.
“Is that the only way you can take pleasure, Stubbins?” Hook asked him, disgustedly. “I won’t let you beat her.”
“You don’t have a choice, Hook,” Stubbins said. “Get undressed,” he ordered me.
“I would suggest you take a different tone with me,” Hook said quietly, narrowing his eyes. He held up his hook menacingly and Stubbins seemed to reconsider his position.
“Yes,” Stubbins said, and lowered his belt. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“I know I am,” Hook said. Then he changed his tone. “If discipline is what you’re after, then there’s nothing wrong with an old-fashioned spanking.”
“Ah, now you’re talking,” Stubbins said. He rubbed his hands together. I sat and listened to them decide my fate, wishing there could possibly be someone to save me from this. I looked at my hands and wished I weren’t so weak. I wished I had a knife or a gun, or even just the strength to lash out at them. But I didn’t. Hook looked at me.
“Stand up and undress,” he commanded, and I stood slowly, my knees throbbing. I shakily put my hands behind me to try and untie my laces, but couldn’t do it. I fumbled with them for a bit before Stubbins became fed up and went behind me to help. Soon I was nude, my dress on the floor beside the bed. Stubbins looked me over in the light from the open windows.
“Such artwork,” he said, his voice low. He looked at my tattoos carefully. “Dragons and snakes and… are these ravens? And the moon and sun… so many different things. It’s truly marvellous, Hook.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Hook mused, as he took off his boots and socks. They both got undressed, discussing me as if I weren’t even there. I had never felt so much like an object in my life. I stood in the middle of the room, naked, my hands at my sides, my throat almost closed by the tears that choked me. Hook ran his cold metal hook along my leg. “She’s beautiful. And now, my dear, the fun is about to begin.”

They started with the aforementioned spanking.
“Come over here,” Hook said, as Stubbins sat down on the edge of the bed. I shook my head and Hook pursed his lips. “Come over here,” he said again, grabbing my wrist and yanking me towards the governor. The two of them manhandled me into position over Stubbins’ knee, my bare ass in the air. And then he spanked me with the flat of his palm, hard. Each stinging slap brought new tears to my eyes, not just for the pain he caused but also for the ignominy of it all. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach as each smack against my bum brought him greater excitement. All I felt was pain and humiliation. Hook watched, but he didn’t seem to enjoy it very much. He just sat in a chair on the other side of the room, his hand and hook at his sides, his eyes hooded. I looked him in the eyes just once, my vision cloudy with unshed tears, and his blue eyes seemed angry. Was he angry at me? Was he angry at the governor? I didn’t know and wasn’t sure it mattered. I looked away and closed my eyes, hot tears splashing down my cheeks to land on the floor. And then Stubbins hit me again. And again. And again.

When the governor was finished spanking me, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. My ass hurt so much I could barely think but I was aware enough to know what was coming next. I clamped my legs shut, but Stubbins was stronger than me. He wrenched my knees apart and lay on top of me, his full weight pushing me down into the mattress. God, I couldn’t breathe! He slid a hand down between my legs, and discovered I was totally dry, but he didn’t seem to care. I hit him with my fists, but he just grabbed my wrists and held my hands above his head. He bit at my nipples and then thrust into me. The first thing I thought was how grateful I was that he had to get up off me a bit to fuck me; I could finally breathe. The second thing I noticed was that it didn’t hurt very much. I was so shocked, I almost laughed out loud. I realized that the maid must have been right. If his cock was that tiny, it wouldn’t make a difference really if I were wet and ready for him or not. He thrust away on top of me for a bit while I lay there, trying not to think about what has happening. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else, anywhere but there. When he finally came, he let go of my hands and collapsed on top of me again. I groaned in pain. I couldn’t breathe and my ribs hurt so much! I tried to push him away, but Hook pulled him off of me.

“Are you daft, man? Can’t you see her ribs are bruised and cracked?” Hook exclaimed to Stubbins. Once again, I was amazed. The first time Hook used me the way his friend just had, he had also hurt my ribs and I’d called him an idiot. Now he was doing the same to his friend. I curled up on the bed, hugging myself tightly. Stubbins got up off the bed. I closed my eyes, and wondered what the hell Hook was going to do to me next. Whatever it was, I knew it would make me break into little pieces. I didn’t think I could take any more of this.

The room was quiet suddenly, as if I was alone, but I knew that couldn’t be the case. Then I felt someone lie on the bed next to me. I opened my eyes and Hook lay in front of me, his hook stretched out above his head, his good hand hovering over my face. A tear slid down my cheek and he made little ‘tsk-tsk’ noises at me. He wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Now, my dear, it’s not as bad as all that, is it? A little pain and that’s all over and done with. I’m here and I’ll make it better.” He kissed my cheek and my forehead, and then kissed me on the lips. His tongue slid between my teeth and I closed my eyes tighter than before. His good hand slid down my body until he reached between my legs. Once again, I clamped them shut but much to my surprise he didn’t force the issue. He simply kissed me, gently and patiently, his tongue learning the geography of my mouth fully and completely. He tugged at my lower lip, nipping at it before he kissed his way down my throat. I felt him lick at the base of my throat, and then he licked his way down to my breasts. He sucked on first one nipple then the other, his good hand caressing my flesh gently but steadily. I could feel my sore ass throbbing and my head hurt from all the crying I’d done, but my nipples were erect and my clit began to tingle from the attention my nipples were getting. His hand slid back down between my legs and this time I let it. He let out a small sigh of satisfaction as his fingers slid between my labia, seeking and finding my clit. Then he moved down my body until he was kissing my clit, his tongue seeking it out just as he had sent his tongue probing into my mouth. His hair was soft against my thighs, and his good hand held me down on the bed by pressing against my belly as he licked and sucked on my clit and labia. I was too upset to respond at first, feeling like this was just another form of violation, and it was… but his tongue was so talented and his lips so good at what he was doing, that my body began to respond despite myself. Oh Hook was an evil, evil man.

It took a bit longer than before, but he brought me to orgasm with his lips and tongue. I ground my hips against his face and heard Stubbins gasp with shock when I came.
“What on earth was that?” he asked, as Hook came up for air.
“That was the earthquake every woman wants but only a few seem to experience,” Hook said, as he wiped his mouth and chuckled evilly. “It may take a bit more time, but it’s well worth it.” He looked me. “On your hands and knees, my dear.” I complied, but was almost ashamed at how quickly I followed his orders. He truly knew how to make me do what he wanted. He slid his long, thick cock into me and I sighed, writhing against him with another orgasm as he began to thrust into me. Tears still streamed down my face as he fucked me from behind for a long while. His staying power was much greater than his friend’s, and I came a number of times more; I shook and panted through my orgasms, gritting my teeth and trying not to scream. Stubbins stood and watched, obviously amazed at my reactions. I supposed if his wife closed her eyes and thought of England, then he’d never given a woman pleasure in his life. Hook finally groaned mightily and came into me with a final hard thrust. He collapsed on top of me and I fell down onto the bed, my face buried in a pillow as I came one last time, hard. My body shook with the feeling and Hook just chuckled as he held on, his sweaty body pressed against mine. He rolled me over and sucked on my nipple some more, just as he had when we’d had sex the night before. Stubbins sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand down my thigh. I flinched away from him and Hook held me, his mouth still on my nipple. He suckled me gently, his eyes closed, his tongue darting out now and then to lick around my nipple before switching to my other breast. Stubbins cleared his throat, obviously seeking attention. Hook’s eyes flew open, as if he’d forgotten there was someone else in the room.
“Did you want something, Stubbins?” he asked, and looked at the governor with hooded eyes.
“Our agreement…” Stubbins began.
“Our agreement,” Hook said, as he sat up in bed, “only included one free ride.”
“Well, now I want to renegotiate our agreement,” Stubbins said. He reached for my breast. Hook stopped the governor’s hand with his hook. The two men looked at each other, some kind of war of the mind going on. Hook won, of course. The governor backed down; he removed his hand and stood up. “Well, I’m too tired for anything more anyway,” Stubbins said, as he pulled on his trousers.
“Time to get up, my dear,” Hook told me, with a kiss on the lips. Stubbins watched, jealousy clearly on his face. “Call your maid,” he told Stubbins.
“You call her,” Stubbins said petulantly.
“Very well,” Hook said with a frown. “I warn you, Stubbins, if you don’t honour our agreement, I will have to take measures.” He pulled on his trousers and sat to pull on his socks and boots.
“I’m not stupid, Hook,” Stubbins said, doing up his shirt. “I’m quite aware of where I stand here in Neverland.”
“Good. As long as we’re clear on that point,” Hook said. He grinned and held up his hook. Stubbins pulled a short rope and the butler appeared at the door.
“Get the lady’s maid,” Stubbins told him. I sat up, and scooted to the edge of the bed, the sheets feeling like sandpaper against my sore bottom. I reached for my dress and pulled it on over my head. A young woman appeared at the door of the bedroom; she stood for a moment and then, seeing me, understood immediately why she’d been called. She fussed over my laces, pulling them tight and tying them up in the back. When I looked vaguely presentable again, Stubbins dismissed her. Hook pulled on his coat and then placed my hand on his right arm.
“Lovely luncheon, Stubbins,” Hook said. The governor only frowned at Hook as we left the room. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. All I wanted to do was curl up and hide. Hook swept me down the staircase. The butler gave him back his weapons, which he buckled on before we left the house. He carried me over the loose stone driveway and into the carriage, his hook positioned so it didn’t dig into my skin. Once inside, the driver ushered the horses down the hill and back into the town. Hook didn’t say anything to me at all, but merely sat, looking out the window of the carriage. A small smile played on his lips as though he’d won something, but I had no idea what.
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