A/N: I realise this is a short chapter, but since the next is going to be
of an entirely different nature than this and the previous, I had no other
way.
It will perhaps take me some time before I can upload a next chapter, because I'll be very busy writing essays over the weekend. For now, I hope you enjoy yourself reading this third instalment.
Hook and Wendy – Loss of Innocence
Chapter Three: Abduction
When she awoke the next morning, Wendy found that it was already light outside, and Peter was gone. She could do nothing but wait for his return, and luckily she didn't have to wait very long. Five minutes after she had awoken, Peter came flying in, carrying a large amount of nuts and berries, wrapped in a large leaf.
"Breakfast for Wendy," Peter said. They ate in silence, until Peter was finished, and said, "Wendy, I did miss your story last night."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter," said Wendy, and she did feel sorry. "I'll tell you an extra long story tonight." Peter was happy enough with this and didn't ask any further questions.
When they had cleared away their breakfast things, Wendy and Peter went to visit the Indians. They were very curious at the sight of Wendy, and Wendy felt increasingly uncomfortable as they kept watching her.
The princes, Tiger Lily, welcomed them warmly. She had grown since Wendy had last seen her, though not as much as Wendy herself. She found it a pity there weren't any girls of her age; she found it even more a pity that she didn't understand the Indian language.
After what seemed like hours, Peter came up to Wendy and told her they had the plan to go hunting in the forest. Wendy was a bit apprehensive at this idea, but decided to join, anyway. A large Indian man gave her a bow and arrow, even though she tried to explain she didn't know how to use them.
They quietly crept through the undergrowth, trying to make as little noise as possible, but Wendy found it a difficult task, and she kept slipping and tripping.
The small group of Indians, Peter and Wendy went on like this for some time, until suddenly the front most Indians started to shout. Soon, all the Indians had jumped for cover, and Peter too. Wendy found herself alone on the little track and seconds later came face to face with what had made the Indians run for cover; the pirates.
It was obvious the Indians had not forgotten Captain Hook and the way he had slaughtered many of them to get at the Darling children and the Lost Boys.
Smee, who came first, spotted Wendy instantly.
"Captain! It's Miss Wendy!" he called over his shoulder. The Captain appeared instantly, a look of triumph on his face.
"Well, well, Miss Wendy," he said, smiling charmingly. "We meet again. Fate is on our side, I suppose." He took off his hat and bowed slightly.
Wendy suddenly felt oddly flustered, to be here with the Captain, surrounded by people, most of whom were hidden. Still, she didn't want to be impolite, so she approached the Captain and bowed as well.
"My dear Miss Wendy," the Captain said softly, a smile playing across his features as he let his hook stroke Wendy's cheek. "I am quite delighted to see you, after last night."
Wendy's stomach was suddenly quite alive and full of fluttering things, as if she had swallowed a group of fairies. She felt her face burn and her knees tremble, and she couldn't explain the feelings.
Then, out of the blue, an arrow came flying past, right between the Captain and Wendy, not actually hitting them, but instead getting stuck in a tree to Wendy's right. The Captain turned his head abruptly to see where the arrow had come from, and Wendy, too, saw that the Indian had risen form their hideouts, bows at the ready. Peter was strangely absent.
The Captain shot some calculating looks at the Indians, then an angry glare at Wendy, who felt the magical feelings suddenly ebb away.
"Kill them," the Captain said, plunging his hook in the nearest Indian. The pirates where eager to obey their Captain and started to cut and shoot in on the Indians. Wendy watched in horror as there soon weren't any Indians left, after many of them had fled and others died.
Only then, Peter reappeared, carrying his sword in his right hand, advancing through the air quickly, directly flying towards the Captain. The Captain was faster; he grabbed Wendy by her shoulder and pressed her close to him, her back to his chest, much like the night before.
"Stop right there, Pan!" the Captain shouted, his left arm flung around Wendy's waist, his right arm in a defensive pose before her. "If you want to kill me, you will have to kill her first!"
Even though Wendy though this a bit of a cowardly move, she couldn't help the fairies from fluttering again, as she sensed the Captain behind her, his arm wrapped around her, his hair against her cheek. She leaned back a little, trying to convey to the Captain he didn't have to mash her, so he would release his grip on her a little. Instead, she could hear him catch breath once – twice – before his breath sped up. Wendy was very puzzled.
The Captain had been even more so, when he had seen the Indians suddenly appear from everywhere. He had thought immediately that Wendy had lured him into a trap, and he had been angry with her and with himself, because she had been able to fool him.
But when he watched her as his men were fighting the Indians, he knew at once that he had made a mistake.
All of a sudden, he heard a crowing sound, and he saw Peter Pan, flying at him, his sword out. The Captain knew Pan wouldn't want to kill Wendy, so he pulled her towards him, and made her his shield, although he found it a little low of himself. He could see Pan hesitate and lower his sword.
Then his attention was drawn again by Wendy, who had leaned back in his arms, her mouth mere inches away from his lips, her body tightly pressed to his. She made a soft moaning sound as his fingers shifted on her stomach, and he realised her eyes were closed. This aroused him so much, he had to be careful to not drop his guard. He shook his lustful thoughts off him, and started to drag Wendy backwards with him, his hook still raised at Pan.
His pirates closed around him, and they could safely return to their vessel on the beach.
"You're abducting me," Wendy managed to say when she sat facing him in the small boat, on their way to the Jolly Roger.
"I think you might indeed say that," the Captain said, sensing a little fear in the girl. He leaned over to her, his left hand on her right knee, and she trembled.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "If you be a good girl, you have no reason to fear me."
"What do you mean by that?" Wendy asked, her eyes wide.
The Captain couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, dear Wendy," he said. "You are so naïve. Perhaps it would be time for me to introduce you into the world of grown-up matters."
He moved his hand a little up her leg, slipping it under her gown, and he saw her eyes grow wider, even. He smiled. She was at his mercy, exactly as he wanted her, and the night was young.
~*TO BE CONTINUED*~
It will perhaps take me some time before I can upload a next chapter, because I'll be very busy writing essays over the weekend. For now, I hope you enjoy yourself reading this third instalment.
Hook and Wendy – Loss of Innocence
Chapter Three: Abduction
When she awoke the next morning, Wendy found that it was already light outside, and Peter was gone. She could do nothing but wait for his return, and luckily she didn't have to wait very long. Five minutes after she had awoken, Peter came flying in, carrying a large amount of nuts and berries, wrapped in a large leaf.
"Breakfast for Wendy," Peter said. They ate in silence, until Peter was finished, and said, "Wendy, I did miss your story last night."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter," said Wendy, and she did feel sorry. "I'll tell you an extra long story tonight." Peter was happy enough with this and didn't ask any further questions.
When they had cleared away their breakfast things, Wendy and Peter went to visit the Indians. They were very curious at the sight of Wendy, and Wendy felt increasingly uncomfortable as they kept watching her.
The princes, Tiger Lily, welcomed them warmly. She had grown since Wendy had last seen her, though not as much as Wendy herself. She found it a pity there weren't any girls of her age; she found it even more a pity that she didn't understand the Indian language.
After what seemed like hours, Peter came up to Wendy and told her they had the plan to go hunting in the forest. Wendy was a bit apprehensive at this idea, but decided to join, anyway. A large Indian man gave her a bow and arrow, even though she tried to explain she didn't know how to use them.
They quietly crept through the undergrowth, trying to make as little noise as possible, but Wendy found it a difficult task, and she kept slipping and tripping.
The small group of Indians, Peter and Wendy went on like this for some time, until suddenly the front most Indians started to shout. Soon, all the Indians had jumped for cover, and Peter too. Wendy found herself alone on the little track and seconds later came face to face with what had made the Indians run for cover; the pirates.
It was obvious the Indians had not forgotten Captain Hook and the way he had slaughtered many of them to get at the Darling children and the Lost Boys.
Smee, who came first, spotted Wendy instantly.
"Captain! It's Miss Wendy!" he called over his shoulder. The Captain appeared instantly, a look of triumph on his face.
"Well, well, Miss Wendy," he said, smiling charmingly. "We meet again. Fate is on our side, I suppose." He took off his hat and bowed slightly.
Wendy suddenly felt oddly flustered, to be here with the Captain, surrounded by people, most of whom were hidden. Still, she didn't want to be impolite, so she approached the Captain and bowed as well.
"My dear Miss Wendy," the Captain said softly, a smile playing across his features as he let his hook stroke Wendy's cheek. "I am quite delighted to see you, after last night."
Wendy's stomach was suddenly quite alive and full of fluttering things, as if she had swallowed a group of fairies. She felt her face burn and her knees tremble, and she couldn't explain the feelings.
Then, out of the blue, an arrow came flying past, right between the Captain and Wendy, not actually hitting them, but instead getting stuck in a tree to Wendy's right. The Captain turned his head abruptly to see where the arrow had come from, and Wendy, too, saw that the Indian had risen form their hideouts, bows at the ready. Peter was strangely absent.
The Captain shot some calculating looks at the Indians, then an angry glare at Wendy, who felt the magical feelings suddenly ebb away.
"Kill them," the Captain said, plunging his hook in the nearest Indian. The pirates where eager to obey their Captain and started to cut and shoot in on the Indians. Wendy watched in horror as there soon weren't any Indians left, after many of them had fled and others died.
Only then, Peter reappeared, carrying his sword in his right hand, advancing through the air quickly, directly flying towards the Captain. The Captain was faster; he grabbed Wendy by her shoulder and pressed her close to him, her back to his chest, much like the night before.
"Stop right there, Pan!" the Captain shouted, his left arm flung around Wendy's waist, his right arm in a defensive pose before her. "If you want to kill me, you will have to kill her first!"
Even though Wendy though this a bit of a cowardly move, she couldn't help the fairies from fluttering again, as she sensed the Captain behind her, his arm wrapped around her, his hair against her cheek. She leaned back a little, trying to convey to the Captain he didn't have to mash her, so he would release his grip on her a little. Instead, she could hear him catch breath once – twice – before his breath sped up. Wendy was very puzzled.
The Captain had been even more so, when he had seen the Indians suddenly appear from everywhere. He had thought immediately that Wendy had lured him into a trap, and he had been angry with her and with himself, because she had been able to fool him.
But when he watched her as his men were fighting the Indians, he knew at once that he had made a mistake.
All of a sudden, he heard a crowing sound, and he saw Peter Pan, flying at him, his sword out. The Captain knew Pan wouldn't want to kill Wendy, so he pulled her towards him, and made her his shield, although he found it a little low of himself. He could see Pan hesitate and lower his sword.
Then his attention was drawn again by Wendy, who had leaned back in his arms, her mouth mere inches away from his lips, her body tightly pressed to his. She made a soft moaning sound as his fingers shifted on her stomach, and he realised her eyes were closed. This aroused him so much, he had to be careful to not drop his guard. He shook his lustful thoughts off him, and started to drag Wendy backwards with him, his hook still raised at Pan.
His pirates closed around him, and they could safely return to their vessel on the beach.
"You're abducting me," Wendy managed to say when she sat facing him in the small boat, on their way to the Jolly Roger.
"I think you might indeed say that," the Captain said, sensing a little fear in the girl. He leaned over to her, his left hand on her right knee, and she trembled.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "If you be a good girl, you have no reason to fear me."
"What do you mean by that?" Wendy asked, her eyes wide.
The Captain couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, dear Wendy," he said. "You are so naïve. Perhaps it would be time for me to introduce you into the world of grown-up matters."
He moved his hand a little up her leg, slipping it under her gown, and he saw her eyes grow wider, even. He smiled. She was at his mercy, exactly as he wanted her, and the night was young.
~*TO BE CONTINUED*~