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Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of its characters, and I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Forgetting Neverland
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- 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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The next morning, if anyone walked in one the two youths sleeping they would have thought it a tender sight indeed. They were entangled in each other’s arms, both holding on for dear life. Peter’s usual dreams of Neverland were interrupted by visions of Wendy, naked, writhing underneath him. He was in Hook’s place but instead of screams of pain, they both let out screams of pleasure. As he increased in speed, as he had seen Hook do, her fingernails dug into his back and it spurred him on even more.
Peter’s eyes shot open as he realized what he had been dreaming about. Looking down and seeing Wendy in his arms, he instantly felt ashamed. A growing blush crept across his face as he realized he was growing quite hard. His eyes drifted down her body. She had pulled on a simple waistcoat, hardly covering anything in the night. Her breast was exposed and for a moment, Peter had an intense urge to touch it. Not wanting to wake her but needing to get away from her immediately, he slid his arm from underneath her and withdrew into a corner, still staring at her. He had always thought Wendy to be very pretty but now even more horrible thoughts and visions would haunt him.
Wendy woke a few moments later, immediately looking for Peter.
“I’m here,” he said softly from the corner. He held his legs close to his chest and rested his head on his arms.
“Are you alright?” she immediately went toward him.
“Bad dream,” he said quickly, looking away for Wendy’s breasts jiggled slightly as she hurried toward him. Wendy became aware of her scant clothing and immediately covered herself with her arms.
“Peter?”
“Mmhmm?” he said, still not looking at her, which caused tears to well up in Wendy’s eyes.
“Would you please look at me?” Cursing himself, Peter’s eyes found hers and was shocked to see her crying.
“Wendy, what happened?”
“I’m so sorry Peter,” she said, now choking on her tears. “I’m sorry that you had to see that last night. I never imagined Hook being my first…I wished it could have been—“ She trailed off with a sob.
“Who, Wendy?” Wendy’s eyes went back up to his and were filled so much love and tenderness that Peter longed to gather her in his arms and kiss her fiercely.
“You, Peter.” Peter felt like crowing. She loved him! She loved him and wanted to be with him! She had wanted to give herself to him completely! Without a word and with quick movements, Peter was at Wendy’s side and was kissing her. Not a tender kiss between children but a kiss of passion, love, and desire. And she was kissing him back. His hands went to her soft hair and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Ignoring the fact that her hands were touching his fresh wounds, he gently lay her down so that he was leaning over her, never breaking their kiss. The door burst open and they broke apart, Peter’s arms holding Wendy tightly to him. Hook stared down at them, a bemused expression on his face.
“Well, well, what do we have here? And you didn’t even wait for me.”
“I will die before I let you touch her again, Hook,” Peter growled, pulling Wendy away from him. Hook slammed the door behind him and stepped on Peter’s right hand, crushing it with his heavy boot. Pulling Wendy to her feet and away from Peter, he ground his heel into Peter’s arm. He tried to pull back at Wendy but the pain in his arm shot up his body and he groaned.
“Insolent youth,” Hook said calmly. “Never speak to me like that again.” He leaned close to Wendy and kissed her cheek, as she struggled to get away. Hook kicked Peter back and stalked across the room, dragging Wendy with him. He threw her into a chair and set to pouring himself a glass of wine.
“I love your choice of fashion, my dear, its very becoming on you.” She said nothing, with her arms crossed across her chest and staring at the floor. Hook lunged across the table and tugged on her hair angrily, his mouth close to her ear.
“I SAID, it is very becoming on you,” he growled.
“Th-thank you sir,” she whimpered and he let go roughly.
“That’s all I ask for. A little decency and politeness.” He sipped at his wine as he stared at the girl across from him.
“Now then, I was coming in to tell you the fate of your little friends but the sight of you in each other’s arms…excited me a little.” Wendy’s mouth opened in horror. What had become of her brothers?! And the Lost Boys and Tink? Were they dead? Hook crossed the room to where Peter was and yanked him up by the chain. He attached his manacles to the wall once again, so that Peter was standing rigid with his arms over his head. Peter struggled for a moment before asking, “what did you do with them?” Hook chuckled a little and squeezed Peter’s cheek in a playful manner.
“Later, dear boy. For now it’s playtime. Wendy, dear, come here.” Wendy slowly made her way to her hated enemy and he shoved her in front of him, so that she was standing between Peter and Hook. Hook removed the waistcoat and flung it aside so that Wendy was standing directly in front of Peter, completely naked. Hook ran his fingers through her curls, casting a sly look at Peter over Wendy’s shoulder.
“Couldn’t keep your hands off her, could you boy? Wanted her for yourself after seeing me plunder her sweet body.” Peter pulled at his chains and kicked out at Hook, but missed as he was standing behind Wendy.
“Calm down, Pan, I’m giving you a sweet opportunity here. I don’t intend to hurt our dear Wendy again,” he relished at using those dreaded words he knew Peter hated, “and I think we can all have a bit of fun this time. Wendy, my dear, remove Pan’s clothing.” Wendy shuddered as he breathed on her cheek and she gave a little shake of her head. Hook sighed, as if impatient, and quickly and silently, his hook slashed across Peter’s chest. Peter refused to cry out as blood started to trickle down his well-built form.
“Each refusal means more pain for him, remember,” he growled in her ear. “remove-his-clothes.” Wendy put out a shaking hand and gently removed Peter’s remaining rags. He shivered as her warm hands touched his bare skin. Wendy kept her eyes on Peter’s face, determined to show him as much privacy as she was able.
“Just look at him, Wendy. Did you imagine he would be so magnificent? The little boy looks quite like a man right now.” Hook’s words caused her to shudder and he reached out a hand to stroke his chest. He winced at the pirate’s touch, afraid for this to continue. Afraid for Wendy and afraid for himself.
“Now, touch him. Caress him, as I know you want to do. Pleasure him with your hands.” Wendy sucked in a deep breath and still her eyes never left his face. Peter’s frightened eyes found hers and he gave her silent permission. Nodding, her hands trailed across his chest down his smooth stomach, down to his now growing cock, which was nestled in a little bunch of red hair. Her trembling fingers traveled over his skin, causing it to jerk and dance in her grasp. Peter’s eyes closed at her touch, as he tried to imagine it was just the two of them and his most hated enemy was not watching, becoming aroused at the sight of it. Wendy acted like a skilled maiden as her hand increased in speed, running it along his length. Her finger ran over the tip, wiping away a small bead of liquid that had formed. Hook was enchanted; Wendy was clearly not as innocent as he had thought. She moved with skill and grace, he longed to have her hands on him next.
“Take him into your mouth, Wendy.” Hook’s hands went to his own member and he watched in lust as she lowered to her knees and flicked her tongue over the boy’s quivering cock. Peter let out a little moan and he felt his legs were going to give out. Hook began to pleasure himself to the time that he watched Wendy suck Peter. Wendy’s head bobbed up and down, as did her hands, as she pleasured Peter. In truth, she was somewhere far away, in a private room, pleasuring Peter with love and devotion. She wanted this, but she didn’t want it under these circumstances. Doing her best to make it a pleasurable experience for Peter, though, she continued her ministrations as she felt him grow rigid underneath her. Hook was getting close, as he knew Peter was. They both released at the same time, Peter’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he emptied his seed into Wendy’s warm mouth. Hook released all over Wendy’s back and she remained on her knees, resting her hands on the wall, on either side of Peter’s legs.
“That was magnificent, darling,” he heard her say as he pulled her to her feet. “I think Pan quite enjoyed that, didn’t you boy?” Peter was silent as his chest rose and up and down with heavy breathing.
“I think I was wrong when I thought he never dared to touch you, my dear. You are nothing but a common whore, aren’t you?” Without a word, he whirled her around so that she was facing him and backed her up against Peter. Being the same height, Wendy could feel Peter’s now limp cock on her backside, her back pressed against his sweaty chest. Hook’s hands roughly traveled over her body, pinching and squeezing as he made his way down. He bent down and took one of her breasts into his mouth, squeezing and sucking at her pert nipple. Reaching around Wendy, his hand grasped her round backside and squeezed. His hand had darted over Peter’s cock and he groaned when it sprang to life. Hook’s hand grasped his length and Peter shuddered as his body was responding to Hook’s actions. Hook withdrew his hand to move it to Wendy’s shivering body as his fingers found her delicate folds. She drew a sharp breath when he entered her, more gently than he had the first time. Hook seemed more determined to make it pleasurable for them, he found it more enticing to cause them to want him than to fear him. One finger probed her gently as Wendy’s head dropped back onto Peter’s shoulder. Peter feared she was enjoying it until he felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks. Hook placed another finger, his cock dancing as he felt how hot and wet she was.
“Seems like you enjoy this too, Miss Darling. Are you so wet for the desire of Pan…or for me?” Hook lowered his head to her wet folds and his tongue teased her tender core. She moaned as she realized her body was betraying her. She tried, instead, to imagine it was Peter on his knees, driving her to ecstacy. Oh gods, that made a difference! As Hook lavished her with his tongue, he reached around again and grasped Peter’s cock. Peter gasped at the contact and he could feel Wendy squirming over his body. Wendy turned her head to whisper in Peter’s ear and she quietly said, “it’s you Peter.” That did it for Peter; in those three words he understood exactly what she was saying. She was imagining it to be him. What Hook was doing to her was driving her crazy because she was imagining it to be Peter’s hands and mouth. Likewise, Peter bucked his hips as Hook’s hand ran up and down his cock, bringing him to full size again. He moaned and rested his chin on Wendy’s shoulder.
“And this is you,” he replied, kissing her neck. He pictured Wendy’s hands on him, almost bringing him to a glorious climax for the second time that day. Peter longed to touch Wendy; his hands itched to caress her sweet curves. He nibbled at her neck and ear, loving the sweet scent that was coming from her.
Hook continued working on them both, feeling himself swell painfully. He was going to have to take care of himself soon, before he exploded. He opened his eyes to see both youths writhing over one another, their eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Peter was sucking at Wendy’s neck and her arm was draped over his neck and her fingers grasping at his hair. Hook was furious; it was he who was pleasuring them and he knew they were imagining it to be each other. With an angry shout, Hook pushed Wendy even further into Peter, as he flung her legs over his shoulders and thrust himself into her. She cried out at the brutal invasion, not yet healed from the previous night. Her head collapsed on Peter’s shoulder, her long hair tickling his skin. Hook buried himself into her and his hook sliced at her hips as he bucked against her. Wendy cried out in pain, tears rolling down her cheeks and onto Peter’s arms. Peter started kicking out at Hook, attempting to rescue Wendy from his cruel invasion. Wendy’s sweaty body covered Peter’s as Hook brutalized her, nearly crushing Peter against the wall.
“Look at me, both of you!” His hands found Peter’s neck and he squeezed, making Peter gasp for breath. “This is me! Captain James Hook—It was I who was giving you intense pleasure, not anyone else! It is I who took your innocence, Wendy Darling, not that pathetic boy! Do not ever imagine it to be anyone else!” Wendy, sobbing, rested her wet cheeks against Peter’s face. “And boy, do you feel her hot body on your own? You’d never have the nerve to try this with her yourself, would you? Or have you already? Have you already felt her and given yourself to her? She felt like a virgin but a woman has many tricks!” Peter’s eyes flashed as Hook bucked again, then emptied inside of her and leaned against the wall, trying to regain his strength. Wendy fell to the floor in a heap, sobbing. Panting, Hook turned on his feet and dressed himself. He threw a cloth at Wendy and turned to the leave the room.
“Clean both of yourselves up… but attempt to free him from his chains and you’ll feel my hook drag through your body, right after I slice through his.” And with that, he slammed the door behind him. Wendy continued to sob, covering her head with her arms. Peter tried to pull himself loose so he could comfort her but all he could do was watch helplessly.
“Wendy…Wendy, my sweet, look at me.” She refused to look up at him, ashamed of herself.
“Wendy, please! Look at me,” he said more urgently. Reluctantly, her red eyes looked up at his face and his deep brown eyes, wet with tears, bore into hers.
“Oh Peter,” she sobbed, falling against the wall again, curling herself into the fetus position.
“Wendy, listen to me. Don’t let him break you. We can survive this, we WILL. He didn’t lock you up…you can escape. Just leave me here, Wendy, it’s me he wants anyway. He doesn’t care about you, he’s only hurting you to get to me. Please, Wendy, get out of here while you can.” Wendy sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“I can’t do that, Peter. I can’t leave you here. We’re bonded, you and I. I can’ t leave you anymore than you could leave me.” Peter felt the truth of her words and hung his head. Wendy wiped her face and went to retrieve the bucket. She dipped the rag into the bucket and wrung out the water, then moved it up to wash Peter’s wounds. But he shook his head.
“You clean yourself first. You’re bleeding,” he nodded toward the gashes on her hips made by the steel hook.
“So are you,” she said, ignoring his request and placing the cold cloth on his chest. He sucked in as she moved across his injured chest but she was gentle and tender in her touches. Wendy washed him from head to toe and she couldn’t help but smile a little when she ran the cloth down his thighs, his cock sprang to life again. Peter sighed as if it was a nuisance and Wendy moved away from him so as to spare him.
“Thanks,” he said gingerly, as she dipped the cloth back into the bucket. “I wish I could do the same for you.” Wendy looked up at Peter’s bound hands and winced as she saw his wrists were red and raw.
“I don’t think he would have left a key in here. I’m afraid I’m not very good at the whole breaking the locks thing.” Peter shook his head.
“Don’t even try. You heard what he said. I don’t want you to keep getting hurt because of me, Wendy.” Wendy set to washing herself now and Peter looked away to give her some privacy. She gingerly washed between her legs, now so sore and dreading the next time Hook would take her. How she wished it could be Peter instead. After today though, she didn’t see how Hook would ever allow them to touch each other. The man was a jealous mess and he knew how much they meant to one another. And that drove him mad.
“He means to kill me, Wendy,” Peter finally broke the silence with a soft voice. Wendy spun around and saw him watching her. Her eyes filled with tears as she ran to him and her hand went to his cheek.
“I will never let that happen.”
“You won’t be able to stop it. He wants to torture me and then will kill me in the end. I want you to be prepared for what’s to come. And after I’m dead, you run away from Neverland and never look back.” Wendy squeezed her eyes shut, as if to shut out his words.

“Peter, you listen to me. I would give my life for you, as you would for me. He’s not going to kill us. He’s only playing with us. He means to break your spirit and wants to use me to do it. Don’t let him. Don’t let him have any power over you. Neverland needs you. I need you.” Peter stared at her. This young woman in front of him, so full of love and devotion, was his. Peter finally understood what love was and more importantly, he was feeling it for Wendy. He thrust his face forward to kiss her and she responded with urgency. Peter broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

“When all this is over…if we survive—and we get away, I’m going to take you away from Neverland. And grow up with you.” Wendy stared into his eyes, shocked. He smiled and Wendy could see the love in his eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Pan, the Prince of Neverland, the eternal child, loved her. Wendy kissed him again and settled against the wall, at his feet. Exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep by his side.
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