Chapter 7.
Scars that can not be seen.
Wendy lay on her stomach listening to him hum merrily. He'd just as much as told her he'd ordered the death of the limo driver without so much as a single sensation of remorse. "You're a cold blooded bastard." She said, not realizing he was listening to her.
"Yes, Miss Darling I am." He agreed exchanging his cigar for his brandy. He held the cigar out for her to see. "In my line of work, it pays to be cold blooded. Times have changed, but pirates have not." He waved the red tip of the cigar before her eyes. "Do you see how slowly this burns? How hot the flame within is?"
She inched back, not quite trusting he would not deliver on the threat to burn her. "I see it, Captain Hook." She replied in a tight voice.
"My but they do raise them feisty in your family, don't they?" He mocked. "But then you were raised outside of England. You might have been different had you been raised here, yet I doubt it." He placed the cigar in his mouth and stroked her with the hook. "How like the original you are. Your Granny Wendy didn't like being told to act like a lady either."
"Did you have to kill the driver?" She asked still thinking on the fate of the man who'd delivered her into the hands of this fiend.
"Yes, Miss Darling, I did." He looked down at her. "Don't waste pity on that scum."
"He was a person, may have had a family…" she protested, thinking she was defending another human being.
"He was a blighter! Stole funds from the limo company and was facing a prison sentence. He was known to drink and do unspeakable things when he was in his cups." Scoffed the pirate seated next to her. "As for family, he had none. "
Deflated she lay still.
Hook smiled. "The world is not a nice little fairy tale place, Miss Darling."
"Let me go." She begged again.
"Not until I'm sure my seed has taken root and you won't weed it out." He repeated. "Right now, if your cousin John got hold of you, he'd talk you into taking that blasted pill they've come up with. He'd have you wash away my seed in a heartbeat."
"Please, Captain. Let me go." She sounded wounded.
Looking down at her he shook his head, "I've had a taste of you, and find I hunger for more." He patted her head like a pet. "Your tutoring must take persistence, my dear. Be a good student and you will be rewarded. Disobey me and you will be punished."
Fire flamed in her blue eyes. "I despise you."
"Of course you do." He placed the cigar down, rolled over and covered her with his body. "Wait until you get to know me, poppet…you've no idea of the depths of abhorrence, revulsion and hatred I intend to take you to." His hand moved over her with skills he'd developed over centuries of dealing with women use to rough treatment. "Lesson two, your masters demands will be met."
"No, please."She begged. "Not again."
"Again and again, and again, little one." He crooned in her ear. "I will fill you with my seed over and over and over, until you are overflowing."
"Stop." She cried out as her sensitive skin was crushed by his hand. Her wrists and shoulders pained with each movement.
"We've a long night ahead of us Miss Darling." He knelt behind her, his knees moving her legs apart. "I do hope you rested up during the day." He conversed as if he were speaking on the weather. He pulled her to her knees and rested her rump against his pelvis. "What a lovely ass you have my sweet girl." He crooned in her ear.
"No…" She cried out. "Oh God, no."
He took her ear lobe in his teeth. "No, sweet child, I've no desire to bugger you, not when riding you like a real bitch is so rewarding. I've told you buggery is not something I fancy. Lesson three; Satisfying and gratifying your master must be your main ambition and objective here after. Your desires and needs are no longer of importance." He held her close with the arm that had the hook at the end as the other hand massaged the abused nipple on her left breast. "In time," he boasted, "you will not only enjoy my touch, but will actually crave and beg for it."
Through clenched teeth she gritted. "When hell freezes over."
The arm at her waist tightened, then relaxed. "Miss Darling, I am being as tolerant with you as I can be. This is your last warning. You will address me with respect."
"When hell freezes over, Captain," she repeated adding his formal title refusing to call him master again if she could help it.
James smiled. "We shall see about that." He pulled her into position and mounted her roughly. "My fine bitch." He growled in her ear. Wendy screamed as he pressed into her sensitive cavity. "Enjoy your ride, Miss Darling. I know I will." His free hand to the leash into it, fashioning it into a makeshift reins and used the end to urge her to move her hips for him.
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Smee paced the large kitchen, listening to the news. The girl's family it seemed was frantic to find her. John Darling had hired private investigators to locate her. They were investigating the driver who was nowhere to be found.
Smee wondered how long it would be before that body turned up. He looked up toward the ceiling, and gave a piteous look toward the direction of the master suite where the girl was being sexually abused by his Captain. He felt pity for the girl, nevertheless he had been with the captain long enough to know better than to show it.
Smee switched off the television, and retired to his rooms for the night.
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James, feeling more contented then he'd felt in a century released the rein and allowed the girl to fall exhausted to the mattress. "Very good, Miss Darling, very good." He moved away from her, settling into his pillows and took another sip of his brandy. "Very good indeed." He praised. "For a novice you've a natural gift."
Repulsed, the girl refused to look at him. "You're a monster." She whispered.
James looked down, his face held amusement. "Such spirit, my dear little Miss Darling." He smiled wickedly at her. "One can not help but admire your fortitude and moral fiber. It would be a pity to break such a life-force, such strength of mind is very appealing." He stroked her hair with the hook. "I shall bring you to rein, but I will not break your spirit…. Your spirit is one of your most alluring assets." James sipped the brandy and stroked her almost tenderly. "I would prefer not to have to use the cat or any other whip on you. Your creamy skin is so pleasing to me, and I don't relish the idea of marring you."
Exhausted, she closed her eyes, not hearing him anymore. She fell into a troubled slumber.
James heard her breathing go deeper, and he placed the brandy on the side. He rolled to his side and curled his body over her, protectively. "Sleep well, my dear." He whispered softly. "Tomorrow, you begin the next phase of your slave training. Tomorrow you will call me Master, willingly." James closed his eyes and slept holding fast to the plundered treasure, the captive girl.
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Sunlight began to spill into the room as James awoke to the sound of tapping at the door. He looked at the sleeping girl's angelic face, and called out. "Enter." He had placed a sheet over them both.
Smee entered the chamber quietly and respectfully. "Shall I lay your clothes out for you, Captain? You've your appointments in town this morning."
James sat up and stretched, felling wickedly alive. "Yes, do. And draw a bath for us." He placed the hook on the girls back, and nudged her.
Smee shook his head, "As you wish, Captain."
"Thank you, Smee." He waved the servant off.
From within the bath Smee could hear the weak cries of the girl being ravaged anew by the hungry appetites of the Captain. He closed his eyes and told himself not to listen, not to hear, not to pity. It would do neither of them any good. The old man busied himself with the choosing of the garments to be worn that day by the Master. He then drew a bath and waited until he heard the loud grunting of the master's release. He then tapped on the door to give the master an signal of his presences. "Your bath is drawn, Captain."
"That will be all, Smee." James said bent over the whimpering girl. "I'll call you when I need you."
Smee exited the rooms as quickly as he could.
James took hold of the leash, pulling the girl upright again. "Bath time, my pet." He teased viciously. Edging off the bed he then released the manacles. He tugged on the leash and the girl responded by moving off the bed. "Good girl." He praised. He watched her take a few steps and her legs were like jell-o, so he swept her up in his arms, she didn't resist. His long lean muscular legs carried them into the bathroom with ease. He placed her in the tub and settled in behind her.
He took the leash of the collar, and set it aside. "Lean forward." He said firmly. She obeyed with out hesitation. He sipped the hook easily into the rope that bound her wrists. It was now caked with her blood and had adhered to the scars that would be left behind. He used a slow sawing motion and cut through the ropes within a few minutes. The hot water soaked the rope and caked blood and they fell away from the injured limbs. She moaned softly as he raised one hand with his good hand to inspect her wrist. "Such lovely scars you will have, dear Miss Darling. When you look upon them you will remember me." He said in mocking tenderness.
"I'm not likely to ever forget you, Captain." She rasped softly too tired and weak to physically fight him.
James kissed the wrist. "How gratifying to hear." He began to gently wash her.
"Please, Captain." She rasped weakly. "Please, let me go."
James halted, paused as if giving the plea consideration, and then began to apply the sponge to her back again. "No." he simply said.
Dizzy and weak, she leaned back against him. "Don't you see how mad this is?" She tried to reason with him.
"Of course it's mad, totally insane." He agreed. "Revenge always is, my dear." He turned her to face him, with little or no resistance. "Besides, child, you're only up to lesson three. There are so many more for you to learn."
Her eyes were glassy and lacking focus. "No more, please." She hated the sound of the whimper as it reached her own ear.
James was beyond hearing or caring, He looked at the soaked and cleaned up woman, soft and yielding. "You are such a lovely treasure, my sweet little Miss Darling. My Darling girl." He sighed happily, as he turned her to face away from him and draped her back against him. His arms moved around her in a tender embrace. She was weak, and weakness meant surrender to the Pirate. "Let us finish our bath; I've a full day ahead of me." He said at last.
He stood over her again at the sink, she wrapped in a towel and staring with unfocused eyes. When he'd finished he pulled her to her feet and walked her back to the bed room. He allowed her the comfort of the bath towel, knowing he could afford generosity to her at this point. She was physically weak, and that meant her spirit would soon be malleable. Guiding her to sit on the bed, he left her sitting on its edge as he moved to the dressing room. He removed the harness and hook, replacing them with the modern one he wore for dealing with the modern world. He flexed the mechanical hand; it resembled a real hand very closely. He finished dressing in his modern day Armani suit. Looking in his mirror he smirked. James Hook terror of so many children's dreams looked little like his former self. Now he looked like a stylish business magnate. "A pirate by any other name." He mused as he exited his dressing room.
Wendy was sitting clutching the bath towel right where he'd left her. He took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed. "I've another gift for you, my pet." He opened the drawer he'd taken the collar out of and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs. "Bracelets to go with the fine necklace you wear." He said teasingly. Then his voice turned harsh and formal. "Give me your hand." He ordered.
Wendy raised the hand closest to him and looked at him with glassy eyes.
He looked at the red angry welts where the rope had been. "These are lined with the finest sheep fleece. They will be much easier on your skin from now on." He said as he strapped the first cuff to her wrist. "You will learn to appreciate them." He dropped the wrist and held his hand out for her other. "Or we could return to using a rope." As he'd expected she reluctantly placed her other hand in his. "Wise choice, my pet." He finished strapping the cuff and motioned for her to lie on her back on the bed, against the pillows. He then strapped her ankles again to the manacles. He looked down at her, and smiled. Wordlessly he turned and walked to the door. He didn't bother locking it as he exited, knowing no one in the house would disturb his chamber without being directed to.
He was surprised to find Smee on his way up with a breakfast tray. "What is this?"
"Something for the young lady." Smee said honestly.
"I didn't order food for the girl." James leaned on the rail of the great staircase.
"Corpses don't deliver babies, Captain." Smee said boldly, and then looked down quickly. "It's been at least two days since the girl has had any food, Captain. She looked listless and weak, if you beg my pardon."
James looked back at the room he'd just exited. "Yes, perhaps you have a point." He looked back at the tray and lifted the silver lid covering the food. "Let's see what you have here." He began to inspect the foods. "No." He lifted a plate with eggs and ham. He then looked at the croissant, "Yes that will do nicely." He looked and found honey-butter in a little dish as well, "Yes, very nicely indeed." He looked at the manservant, "Remove the tea, and leave the milk."
"That's not enough for a bird to live on," the old sea dog protested. "You intend to keep her on a diet of bread and water, Captain?"
"For now," He said taking the tray into his own hands. "Until the bitch heels."
"I could take it up, sir." The old man said quietly.
James shook his head, "its better that she learns to look to me for her needs to be met, Smee. I know you've always had a soft spot where the Wendy is concerned, and I understand you transferring that concern to the young lady in my bed." He was firm but not harsh with his man. "But it is me she needs to learn to obey. If you go up there all nurse-maidish, she'll see you as a sympathetic eye and ear. I won't have it."
"I understand, Captain." Smee took the platter with the eggs and moved down the stairs. "You want me to have your breakfast in the breakfast room, sir?"
"No, soon as I've fed the girl I'll be on my way to London, I've a breakfast meeting with the CEO of my Shipping line." James moved up the stairs as buoyant as a man of twenty. He entered the room, the girl was still lying against the pillows. He placed the tray on nightstand and whispered to get her attention. "I've brought you some food."
Wendy looked disinterested at the tray. "I don't want any." She lied.
"Must keep up our strength, my pet." He broke the flaky croissant, dipped it lightly into the honey-butter and held it out at her lips. "Eat." He said firmly.
Wendy made a face, but opened her mouth and accepted the bread and quietly chewed it. When the pirate placed the cup of milk at her lips she sipped.
James remained tolerant and serene as he fed his captive her first meal. Light as it was, he kept his pace slow, knowing that hunger was a tool he could well use in training his slave. He liked thinking of her as a slave to him, and smiled softly at her. "Don't rush, chew slowly." He warned.
Wendy looked at him, resenting that her weaknesses made her vulnerable to his efforts. "Thank you." She said as she finished the doughy roll and milk.
James wiped her lips with a linen napkin and then rose from the bed. "I've meetings all day, and will be away until dark. When I return, I will expect you to show me your gratitude."
Wendy toyed with the idea of telling him to take his gratitude and stick it where the sun didn't shine. Instead she looked up at him and pleaded again. "Please Captain, let me go."
James bent forward, acting as if he had not heard the plea. He kissed the top of her head like one would kiss a child. "Have a good day, pet." He picked up the tray and exited the room, her frustrated sobs echoed in his ears. He found Smee standing at the door as he exited; he handed the tray to him and gave instructions. "No one is to go in there; I want her to be devoid of human company. She must depend on me for all her needs."
Smee shook his head, "Yer a wicked one, Captain."
James patted the cheek of the old man, "That I am, Smee that I am." He moved to the stair case and called back. "Remember, no one is to disturb my pet."
"Yes, Captain." The old man sighed as he too moved down the stairs with the empty tray.
