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Chapter 25

I walked around to the drawers and took out my rope. As a sailor, you need to remember your knots, I was lucky I kept it in here.

"Do you trust me," I asked as I showed Miss Tinker the rope.

"Yes," she said without hesitation which made my heart crack.

She was so naïve. She did have her doubts and refutations but they were easily conquest. She was doing them in the name of love for Peter Pan. But then again, wouldn't I do the same type of test for him?

I had to finish this, I had to have my revenge.

I quickly cleared one side of my desk and ordered her to lay back. I grabbed her hands, roughly pulling them over her head and tied it to the leg. She wasn't laying horizontally, her butt barely made the edge and her legs were falling off the side. I grabbed her scarf and tied it over her eyes. She had to feel my revenge but she didn't necessarily have to see my evil.

"Hook," she asked me fearfully. I smirked at her tone. She was completely under my control and now helpless.

I didn't answer and I looked for my riding crop that I had casually thrown in this room a few days ago. I would make her hurt as I did. When I retrieved it, she called for me again. I gave her a strike on her legs. She gave out a cry as she pulled her legs close to her body.

"My name isn't Hook, I am a pirate and you're a fairy."

"What," she questioned.

"Sex is a game Miss Tinker, so let's add some characters."

She was voiceless as she registered the words.

"Now think of it like this, I'm going to ravage you," I whispered as she whimpered.

She was crying again, god how she annoyed me. I struck her side harshly with the crop, "If you cry Miss Tinker, I shall strike you again."

She silenced. Lovely.

I touched her chest as she jumped. I let my fingers trail down her torso before I came back to her breasts. I rubbed, pulled and squished those small apple-like boobs. A moan was released from her as I almost laughed. She was enjoying this, what a lovely little slut she was turning out to be.

"You like that, little fairy," I taunted, trying hard to keep the mocking smile from my voice.

She bit her lip to keep from saying anything, yet during all this time she hasn't made me hard. I mean… with Pan, it normally takes me one mental image of his cock and remembering him pressed up against me to… dammit!

My hands strolled down her stomach as she shivered, I tugged on her hairs and she tried to cross her legs. I struck her again and she stilled. I slowly moved her legs back apart as I heard her breathing hitch. I looked upon it; it was pink but honestly it looked like a piece of uncooked bacon, flowy and flobbery. Disgusted, I went back to her breasts and teased her again. I was practically leaning on her as I felt her legs outline my body.

This time I sucked her and bit her nipples. Pan would do this to me even though I thought it was weird. She gave out another moan and I grew angry. I bit down harshly as she gave out a scream and squeezed me in between her legs. Much better. I wanted her to hate this, not relish it.

"Hook," she moaned, I struck her, "Ah! I mean… pirate. Pirate, please… allow me to close my legs. Please. I cannot stand being in this position with you, I'm… I'm open everywhere."

I eyed her position and it was indeed open. I slapped the tip of my crop upon her, she jumped and shrieked.

"This fairy," I said as my fingers slid down her and when I found her pink delicates, I pinched it hard, "Is your pussy. Say it." She shook her head as I tugged on it more, making her groan, "Say it."

"Pussy," she wailed out, "Please-,"

"Please what?"

"I shouldn't be feeling this towards you," she whispered. Then she gave out a long cry when I slid my finger down, extra slowly down, her wetness.

"This means you like the test, fairy," I said as I rubbed up and down.

Then I grabbed her clit and twisted it harshly, she screamed. I tugged at it, pulling it until it was painful.

"Hook," she shrieked as I growled, I positioned the crop near her small hole and without warning I thrust it in. she gave out an antagonizing scream. She tried putting her legs together but I was in between them, blocking them from protecting her core. I pulled out the crop and hit her thigh three times. Hard. Her moisture was flicking everywhere.

"Please," she begged, "No more."

"You have not pleased me," I growled, my punishment was nearly over.

"I—I can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going to explode in this overwhelming sensation," she moaned.

"You like this," I asked surprised as I slid the crop inside of her again. She screamed with pleasure as I shoved it all the way to her hilt, "Dirty fairy."

I moved it sideways as her hips arched to the movement. I pulled it out quickly and slapped my palm on her opening. She shuddered at my force. I continued to do so until I nearly bruised my own palm, let alone her pussy.

"Please, please, inside," she said as I shoved up harshly the crop in her depth, with no delicacy. Better the crop than my own dick.

She screamed as her body shuddered in her orgasm, my crop becoming wet to the hilt. She panted, trying to regain her breath. I rubbed her sensitive clit and pulled out the crop.

"Did the dirty fairy like that?"

She moaned in response, I pulled out my dick. I needed to be hard to damage her completely. Her moans angered and excited me at the same time. I thought of the man that I loved to become stiff. I yanked her towards me, she yelled as her restraints burned her flesh. I held her legs open and put them over my shoulder. She gasped as I peeked at her entrance. I slammed myself into her as I felt her insides tear at the intrusion. Her scream was agony filled and I wanted to scream at how squishy she was. I didn't wait for her to get accustomed to my size, each pump I did harshly and deep. She was no longer in pleasure.

I reminded myself why I was doing this, she took Pan away from me, she made him an addict again, she turned him against me, and she stole the only person I ever truly loved. Peter is stupid. He's a boy who can't grow up and couldn't commit to true love when he had it. He probably never loved me, I was but a game to him, a passing of the time, I never meant anything to him. The more furious I got, the harsher I pumped. She was screaming, begging for me to stop. I slapped her stomach with my crop to try and make her stop. She didn't and it angered me more. I told myself I'd stop when I will come, but it wasn't coming. I groaned as I freed myself of her plushy wetness, I saw that I was covered in her blood. I fucked her bloody.

She was crying as I flipped her over and penetrated her ass without the love and care that Pan gave to me on my first night. I knew that I was being cruel but the only comfort that came to mine was that my cock would be less painful because it may be long but Peter's was thicker.

"Stop," she screamed as if she was on the verge of death, "Hook, stop please."

I needed to end this, I fucked her vigorously accompanied by her screams. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Pan beneath me, him who called out my name, the man whom I loved. I finally came and the sounds of bodies slapping ceased.

Miss Tinker Belle cried as she was bloody in both ends. I wiped her blood off of me in disgust. I untied her hands as she ripped her scarf off and slapped me. I gritted my teeth, I deserved it.

"How dare you," she sobbed.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test Miss Tinker. You have satisfied my needs thus, the simple needs of Peter," I said, feeling horrible and yet my lust for revenge was almost saited.

"You are a bastard," she screamed.

"I dare say I have merely done my duty. I hope that you and Peter shall live happily ever after."

"You hurt me," she cried, "You raped me! You damaged me!"

"This is mothing compared to what Pan does. He has more force and has the will to taunt, more than I can."

"You're a monster, you both are," she spat as I opened the door to call my butler.

"Have Miss Tinker's ride ready, and have the maids dress her," with that I left the room with Belle's sobs echoing the hall.

I retreated to my room and washed myself off as if I could scrub off the guilt. I knew that what I did was wrong but I felt much better now knowing that Pan would never keep her now. He would be mad at me but he will come back, he has to…

Miss Tinker's sobs disappeared and an hour later I was eating my supper. My maid was giving me her most prejudiced glare but I didn't care. I had my full of revenge and I was loving it. I was waiting for Peter to come storming in. I didn't care who would see, but I was going to fuck him hard and show him how much he loves me even though he won't say it. I needed that boy in my life, he brought color into it, he brought me to Neverland with him. His other conquests were the Lost Boys, but I was his pirate, his Captain Hook. I would be damned if that Pixie Dust fairy leech was going to keep me from him.