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Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11947 -:- 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
- 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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They heard the lock turning and immediately broke apart. Wendy scrambled to put on her waistcoat, lest Hook walk in, see her naked, and start to rape her again. Peter hurriedly put on his breeches and sat up straight when Smee walked in.
“Miss Wendy, the Captain has given you permission to speak to your brothers.”
“My brothers!” she cried, joyful they were alive. Smee stood aside to allow her to exit, then shut Peter back in the darkness. He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. At least they were safe. He hoped the Lost Boys and Tink had survived as well.
Smee led Wendy down to the brig, where a small cage held a whole bunch of boys. The Lost Boys and her brothers cried out in relief when she approached. Tinkerbell was caught in a lantern, hanging near the cage. She pressed her hands against the glass and even she looked thankful to see Wendy.
“Ten minutes, Miss,” Smee said before turning away. Wendy grasped her brothers’ hands and kissed them.
“Wendy, thank god you’re alright,” John said, touching her cheek.
“Oh John, Michael, I’m so glad to see you!”
“Is Peter alright?” Slightly asked.
“It’s been rough on both of us but we’ve survived this long. They have us locked up together in the cabin.”
“Wendy…what did they do to you?” Micahel asked, eyeing Wendy’s attire. Wendy squeezed the waistcoat shut best she could before she answered, “I’m fine, Michael.” John looked tense but Wendy changed the subject.
“What is Hook going to do with us? And with Peter?” Tootles asked hesitantly.
“He’s going to kill of us, after he kills Peter,” Cubby answered gloomily.
“No Cubby,” Wendy said sharply. “No one is going to die. We are going to think of some way to escape.”
“Tink tried to help us get out and got caught in the process,” said one of the twins, nodding toward the lantern. Wendy looked up at Tink, who looked miserable, her wings limp at her side.
“Peter’s been quite worried about you. I’m glad I can tell him you are alright.” Tink perked up ever so slightly.
“Wendy, how do you propose we escape,” John asked, hitching up his glasses. Wendy leaned in closer to them and lowered her voice to a whisper.
While Wendy was visiting her brothers, Hook paid Peter a visit. When he entered the room, Peter jumped to his feet and made to draw his dagger. The sight of it made Hook roar with laugher.
“You’re still as defenseless as ever, boy. Now no fighting, I just came to chain you back up since you’ve eaten your fill.” He backed Peter against the wall and closed his hands in the manacles again. Hook couldn’t help but admire Peter’s strong chest, his tanned shoulders, and the way the breeches hugged his lower body. Peter felt his gaze and he turned his head away.
“Hook, just let her go. You have me, you have no further need of her. Please.”
“This is true but she has proved to be terribly entertaining as of late.” Peter’s blood started to boil but he forced himself to remain calm…yet another reason he knew he was growing up.
“Just kill me and be done with it. My Wendy has nothing to do with all of this—“
“YOUR Wendy?” Peter stopped and bit his lip. Hook came closer and his eyes bore into Peter’s. His hand went to Peter’s throat and he gritted his teeth as he squeezed.
“Let me explain something to you boy. She is not yours. She belongs to me. Both of you do. And I assure you, when I have disposed of you, she will still belong to me and I will make sure I remind her of that every single night, as I ravage her body in my bed, she will know I am her master.” Peter’s knee darted up between Hook’s legs and Hook let go with a grunt. He doubled up in pain and clutched at himself.
“You’re going to regret that, boy,” he gasped. Peter merely glared at him.
“She’ll never belong to you, Hook. She’s given her love to me. And you can never change that.” Hook stared at him for the longest time, before he back handed Peter, which drew blood from his lip, and unlocked his manacles. He tied a thick rope around the boy’s neck and dragged him outside into the sunlight. Peter gasped for air as he was flung around.
“String him up,” Hook announced to his crew. The pirates cheered cruelly as ropes wound themselves around Peter and pulled at his hands, feet, and neck. He was hoisted slightly over their heads and they jeered as he dangled helplessly.
“Look at him fly now,” one of them called. Hook nodded to the largest pirate to his left, who held a deadly looking whip in his hands. Without warning, the whip sailed through the air and battered Peter’s chest. Peter refused to cry out, as the whip repeatedly tore at his flesh. The pirates jeered as the beating continued, the whip now tearing his breeches to shreds and causing blood to pour from Peter’s broken body.
“Cry, you fool! Look, he still defies the captain! Hit him harder!” The pirate tightened his grip on the whip and flung it faster, causing it to rip flesh from bone. Peter bit his lip to keep from crying out. He would never show the crew his tears. He had always told the Lost Boys to never let them see you cry.
“Peter!” Wendy’s scream shattered the jeers and caused Peter’s heart to both tear and soar. Wendy flew at Hook and started beating him with her fists.
“Stop it, stop it, you’re killing him, stop it!” Hook flung the girl away from him as if swatting at a fly and she flew into the arms of the jeering pirates.
“Lookie here…little Miss Darling has naught on. She’s quite a beauty, aint she,” the pirates leaned in closer to her, sniffing her hair, touching her cheek, and running a hand across the top of the waistcoat. She struggled, kicking and screaming, as her waistcoat was removed and the pirates took their turn passing her around, caressing her breasts and her rounded ass.
“Leave her alone,” Peter called hoarsely, though one of his eyes was shut and he more resembled a piece of meat rather than a boy. One of the pirates looked up at Peter and grinned.
“Is the girl yours, Peter Pan? Well what belongs to Peter Pan, now belongs to all of us!” He unbuttoned his trousers and thrust into her. Her screams circled the air, as the pirates passed her around and had their way with her. One of the pirates cut Peter down and he landed roughly on his stomach. Wendy crawled over to him, reaching out to help him but a pirate grabbed her legs roughly and pushed her onto her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. She let out another scream, tears pouring down her face as she tried to get to Peter. Through his bloodied face, he could see the atrocities they were committing to his Wendy and he tried again and again to make it over to her. The pirates tied her hands behind her back and easily lifted her into the air. Another one rolled Peter over on his back and pulled his hands over his head.
“So sorry, Pan, you should have a go with your little whore.” The pirate who held Wendy lowered her down onto Peter’s cock and moved her up and down, while the pirates continued to laugh and jeer. Wendy lowered her head to Peter’s blood-spattered chest and warm tears stung his wounds.
“The whore isn’t getting him going! Maybe Peter Pan is just a boy afterall!” Someone kicked Peter in the face, knocking him out. Someone flung him over his shoulders and dragged him and a screaming Wendy back into the cabin. Hook followed and looked down at Wendy, who was sobbing over Peter’s unconscious body. He looked dead, Hook was sure he was gone.
“Feel his pulse, girl. Is he breathing?” Wendy, choking on her tears, leaned her head over Peter’s chest and gasped deeply.
“He’s alive,” she whispered. Hook raised his brow. The boy was a survivor, he’d give him that.
“Tend to his wounds and make sure he does not die.” Hook called for a bucket of clean water, clothes, and bandages. Wendy did not question his behavior; she immediately set to work on caring for Peter.
“And Wendy,” Hook said before closing the door, “My apologies for how my crew treated you. I’ll be by later to show you what a real man can do.” He snapped the door closed and Wendy collapsed on Peter’s chest, crying her eyes out. She pushed his hair back and kissed him gently.
“Don’t you dare leave me here, Peter. You made me a promise. A promise to grow up and leave Neverland. I’m going to marry you and have your children. You’ll be a wonderful father, you know. You can tell them stories and teach them to fly…not really, of course, but pretend to fly. And we can make love and hold each other every night and forget this ever happened to us. Please wake up Peter. Please live.” Peter heard none of it; his breathing steady, his eyes closed, he lay there in the arms of the girl who loved him. Wendy pushed away her tears and continued to clean him. She winced as she realized just how battered his body was. She slowly cleaned his front, then gently turned him over and cried out when she saw his back and backside. Open wounds poured blood, she could even see bone in some places. Tears mixed with the hot water as she tenderly cleaned his injuries. She continued to talk to him, telling him of the life they would live together, but he was too far gone to hear anything. Wendy’s gentle hands worked their way over her lover’s body, hoping against hope he would recover.
By nightfall, Wendy had collapsed on Peter’s chest out of exhaustion. Nightmares and horrifying visions kept waking her and making her cry out but Peter never held her and told her it would be alright. She stayed by his side, refusing to move until he woke up. Hook did not visit her but Smee poked his head in to ask how the boy fared. Wendy requested some water, to try to get him to drink. He brought in a tankard and a spoon and gave Peter a sad look before closing the door behind him. Wendy held the spoon up to his mouth and tried to get him to swallow.

“Please, sweetheart. Please drink.” The water merely trickled down Peter’s chin and Wendy dropped the spoon in sorrow. She was sure she was losing him. Four days went by and she never moved from his side. And he never opened his eyes.
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