A VIRGIN IS SAFE IN HER SHELL
Two deep breaths appeared from Wendy's pursed mouth, then a third. She felt warm, under the many sheets of what seemed to be a bed. Her eyes slowly opened viewing Hook's cabin from the bed's view. Obviously, she had been cleaned. It was still dark outside, and she swore she noticed a side of Peter's face at the window, looking with worry. She wanted to run to him and once again be held in his strong arms for forever, but then she saw Captain James S. Hook sitting on his chair, watching her coldly.
"I need to ask you a question." He glared. Wendy nodded, still very uncomfortable with the pirate. "Now tell me, are you a virgin?" Wendy's relaxed look on her face completely vanished; her gritted teeth snarling at Hook as her eyes lowered and her cheeks turned red. Now Wendy really despised, loathed, and hated Hook. "I take that as a yes." Hook snapped. He stood up and walked closer to the bed. Wendy backed away.
She felt the sheets ruffle on her bare skin. Obviously, Hook had the "pleasure" of taking off her clothing, too! The nerve!
"You hell hound." Wendy whispered quietly. Hook was about to strike her, but smiled.
"Stand up, so as I may see why Pan is so seduced by you. There has to be something about you. I'm surprised that he hasn't made you a real mother yet." Hook taunted. Wendy flushed some more, looking down.
"I don't want to-"she started, really embarrassed.
"Once again, you have no choice. Come now, I'm curious." Wendy looked downward and blushed even more as she stood up on the bed. Peter from the window let in a few deep breaths, trying to get inside the cabin. Unfortunately, the window was jammed.
"I'm coming for you, Wendy." Peter whispered, groaning from the pain and effort going into opening the window. "Don't worry." Again and again, he pounded on the hinges, fighting dearly for his Wendy.
Hook smiled, walking over to Wendy and examining every inch of her body. Wendy blushed even harder, then quietly asked, "Where is my nightgown?" Hook looked up at her.
"Do you want it back?" Wendy nodded sheepishly. Hook smiled lightly, holding up the dress with his hook and walking backwards. "Come and get it." Wendy's arms covered her breasts and her vagina as she slowly walked to the pirate. One of her hands went out to the clothing, desperately waiting for Peter. Hook continued to walk backwards, ushering her to him. "Bit closer now, that's right. Almost there." He taunted, until he reached a corner. Wendy stood close to him and snatched the cream coloured nightgown. The moment it got loose from the pirate captain's claw, Hook grabbed her and drew her near to him.
"What are you doing?" Wendy shrieked.
"I'm spoiling your innocence!" Hook laughed; holding Wendy by the throat as he quickly took off his trousers. Wendy dared not look, as Hook pulled her into an embrace. She pulled away, but to no success. Captain Hook was stronger than she.
"This may hurt a bit," Hook warned, ready to put his soul into Wendy's opening. Wendy screamed, clawing at him. "You wretched whore!" Hook cried as he thrusted his hook into her. "Just like a lonely virgin!"
At that moment, Peter came flying into the room. "Wendy, take my hand!" Peter cried out. Quickly, Wendy obeyed, though really embarrassed that Peter was seeing her naked. Sure, Captain Hook was bad enough, yet Wendy didn't want Peter to be disappointed.
Hook held onto Peter's foot as the two children flew out of the window, Wendy in Peter's arms. "You idiotic children! You cannot escape the hook! Do you hear me? Never leave her alone, Peter, for when you do... I'll take her away and throw her to the sharks!" Peter yanked out his sword and slashed Hook in the shoulder, making Hook wince in pain and let go of Peter's foot. Peter flew away as quickly as possible, not looking back.
"Did he hurt you?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy shook her head, looking down at the ocean below her, still blushing. "I'm sorry this had to happen."
Wendy looked up shyly, her eyes meeting with Peter's. "Thank you."
Peter looked at her emerald green eyes, and softened his grip. He, too, was blushing for he had never seen so much skin from Wendy. It was usually all covered up. But then again, he remembered watching her from a brush whenever she bathed in a lagoon. Wendy would never notice that he had been watching her, and went on her tasks, slowly rubbing herself with sweet- smelling liquids of flowers and then dipping into the cold, icy pond on a hot day.
"We could stop, and you could..." Peter started uncomfortably. "Yes." Wendy murmured, looking at the ground. Peter jumped to the brush and told himself not to watch Wendy leave him. The girl looked at Peter, then to her nightgown that she rolled up in a ball. Immediately she ran to a bush and slipped on the dress. "Are you alright?" Peter asked, anxious. Wendy walked out, beaming. "You came just in time, before..." Wendy stopped herself, twiddling with her thumbs. "Before what?" asked the ignorant boy. "Well, before," Awkwardly the fair youth stroked Peter's hair and kissed him. "He wanted to, um...." "TELL!" Peter laughed. "Before he made my innocence go away." Wendy muttered her breath quickening.
"What's innocence?" asked Peter, pulling Wendy down to the grass with him.
"It's what a girl owns since the day they are born." Started Wendy, resting her head on Peter's shoulder. "It is called her 'innocence'. Once her innocence is lost by... well, um..." Wendy looked up at Peter, who looked at her tentatively. "Who decide to show themselves to the opposite sex, and have a male fit into her. Once it's gone, Peter, it can never come back."
"So it is a bad thing?" Peter was confused. Wendy shook her head.
"No, it is the best thing that a woman can give to a man. They fit."
"How do you fit with someone?"
"I don't know. I just remember hearing this from somewhere before."
Peter closed his eyes. "Wendy?" Wendy looked up again.
"Hmm?"
"Will you ever loose your innocence?"
Wendy gasped quickly and quietly. She pondered. "It depends!"
"What is a person who still has her innocence called?"
Wendy licked her lips and recited, "A virgin."
Two deep breaths appeared from Wendy's pursed mouth, then a third. She felt warm, under the many sheets of what seemed to be a bed. Her eyes slowly opened viewing Hook's cabin from the bed's view. Obviously, she had been cleaned. It was still dark outside, and she swore she noticed a side of Peter's face at the window, looking with worry. She wanted to run to him and once again be held in his strong arms for forever, but then she saw Captain James S. Hook sitting on his chair, watching her coldly.
"I need to ask you a question." He glared. Wendy nodded, still very uncomfortable with the pirate. "Now tell me, are you a virgin?" Wendy's relaxed look on her face completely vanished; her gritted teeth snarling at Hook as her eyes lowered and her cheeks turned red. Now Wendy really despised, loathed, and hated Hook. "I take that as a yes." Hook snapped. He stood up and walked closer to the bed. Wendy backed away.
She felt the sheets ruffle on her bare skin. Obviously, Hook had the "pleasure" of taking off her clothing, too! The nerve!
"You hell hound." Wendy whispered quietly. Hook was about to strike her, but smiled.
"Stand up, so as I may see why Pan is so seduced by you. There has to be something about you. I'm surprised that he hasn't made you a real mother yet." Hook taunted. Wendy flushed some more, looking down.
"I don't want to-"she started, really embarrassed.
"Once again, you have no choice. Come now, I'm curious." Wendy looked downward and blushed even more as she stood up on the bed. Peter from the window let in a few deep breaths, trying to get inside the cabin. Unfortunately, the window was jammed.
"I'm coming for you, Wendy." Peter whispered, groaning from the pain and effort going into opening the window. "Don't worry." Again and again, he pounded on the hinges, fighting dearly for his Wendy.
Hook smiled, walking over to Wendy and examining every inch of her body. Wendy blushed even harder, then quietly asked, "Where is my nightgown?" Hook looked up at her.
"Do you want it back?" Wendy nodded sheepishly. Hook smiled lightly, holding up the dress with his hook and walking backwards. "Come and get it." Wendy's arms covered her breasts and her vagina as she slowly walked to the pirate. One of her hands went out to the clothing, desperately waiting for Peter. Hook continued to walk backwards, ushering her to him. "Bit closer now, that's right. Almost there." He taunted, until he reached a corner. Wendy stood close to him and snatched the cream coloured nightgown. The moment it got loose from the pirate captain's claw, Hook grabbed her and drew her near to him.
"What are you doing?" Wendy shrieked.
"I'm spoiling your innocence!" Hook laughed; holding Wendy by the throat as he quickly took off his trousers. Wendy dared not look, as Hook pulled her into an embrace. She pulled away, but to no success. Captain Hook was stronger than she.
"This may hurt a bit," Hook warned, ready to put his soul into Wendy's opening. Wendy screamed, clawing at him. "You wretched whore!" Hook cried as he thrusted his hook into her. "Just like a lonely virgin!"
At that moment, Peter came flying into the room. "Wendy, take my hand!" Peter cried out. Quickly, Wendy obeyed, though really embarrassed that Peter was seeing her naked. Sure, Captain Hook was bad enough, yet Wendy didn't want Peter to be disappointed.
Hook held onto Peter's foot as the two children flew out of the window, Wendy in Peter's arms. "You idiotic children! You cannot escape the hook! Do you hear me? Never leave her alone, Peter, for when you do... I'll take her away and throw her to the sharks!" Peter yanked out his sword and slashed Hook in the shoulder, making Hook wince in pain and let go of Peter's foot. Peter flew away as quickly as possible, not looking back.
"Did he hurt you?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy shook her head, looking down at the ocean below her, still blushing. "I'm sorry this had to happen."
Wendy looked up shyly, her eyes meeting with Peter's. "Thank you."
Peter looked at her emerald green eyes, and softened his grip. He, too, was blushing for he had never seen so much skin from Wendy. It was usually all covered up. But then again, he remembered watching her from a brush whenever she bathed in a lagoon. Wendy would never notice that he had been watching her, and went on her tasks, slowly rubbing herself with sweet- smelling liquids of flowers and then dipping into the cold, icy pond on a hot day.
"We could stop, and you could..." Peter started uncomfortably. "Yes." Wendy murmured, looking at the ground. Peter jumped to the brush and told himself not to watch Wendy leave him. The girl looked at Peter, then to her nightgown that she rolled up in a ball. Immediately she ran to a bush and slipped on the dress. "Are you alright?" Peter asked, anxious. Wendy walked out, beaming. "You came just in time, before..." Wendy stopped herself, twiddling with her thumbs. "Before what?" asked the ignorant boy. "Well, before," Awkwardly the fair youth stroked Peter's hair and kissed him. "He wanted to, um...." "TELL!" Peter laughed. "Before he made my innocence go away." Wendy muttered her breath quickening.
"What's innocence?" asked Peter, pulling Wendy down to the grass with him.
"It's what a girl owns since the day they are born." Started Wendy, resting her head on Peter's shoulder. "It is called her 'innocence'. Once her innocence is lost by... well, um..." Wendy looked up at Peter, who looked at her tentatively. "Who decide to show themselves to the opposite sex, and have a male fit into her. Once it's gone, Peter, it can never come back."
"So it is a bad thing?" Peter was confused. Wendy shook her head.
"No, it is the best thing that a woman can give to a man. They fit."
"How do you fit with someone?"
"I don't know. I just remember hearing this from somewhere before."
Peter closed his eyes. "Wendy?" Wendy looked up again.
"Hmm?"
"Will you ever loose your innocence?"
Wendy gasped quickly and quietly. She pondered. "It depends!"
"What is a person who still has her innocence called?"
Wendy licked her lips and recited, "A virgin."