Warning: Mature content in chapter.
Pan grabbed Wendy by the waist as their kisses began to intensify. He pulled her closer, enough to firmly press his member against her groin. Wendy's eyes bolted open at the feeling of his warmth against her. Her whole body tensed at the foreign sensation combined with waves of insecurity washing over her. The more she felt contact, the more she remembered how naked and vulnerable she really was. Sensing her muscles straining, Pan moved onto gyrating his hips against her in a slow and constant motion. He used just enough pressure to stimulate her clit. After several moments, he felt her relax into his arms and place her hands on his shoulders. She began to reciprocate him with her own strokes, intensifying the pleasure on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Certain that she had entered into calmness once more, Pan moved his hands down to her arse and lifted her slight body out of the tub as he rose. Focused on the friction between her legs, Wendy wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her bliss from ending. Pan chuckled into the kiss as he found his way into the bedroom and gently placed Wendy on the edge of the bed. He severed contact completely by taking a step back, effectively withdrawing all of Wendy's relish. He took a moment to let his eyes roam all over her beautiful body. Conscious of his hungry eyes, Wendy closed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands. No longer clouded with elation, she started to sit up when Pan grabbed a hold of her wrists and brought them over her head as he pinned her back down.
"Wait, this is my first, you can't just-
Pan cut her off with a searing kiss and positioned himself on top of her. He plunged his free hand in between Wendy's legs, which she kept shut as tight as she possibly could. He managed to set them apart by pulling away from the kiss and sinking his teeth deep into Wendy's shoulder. Droplets of blood rolled down Wendy's back, leaving sticky dark red trails behind them. The poor girl cried out in pain and began to shed tears.
"That's it, my Wendy bird, chirp."
Pan drew on a devious smile and latched his lips onto hers once more. Wendy opened her mouth allowing him the bare minimum of submission as tears continued to travel down her cheeks. Having opened her legs, Pan re-positioned himself so that his legs were in between hers. He leveled his member with her entrance and brushed it against her once more. After various fluid motions, Wendy's center began to moisten once more. At that, Peter pulled back his hips and thrust forward in one swift and smooth move. Wendy cried out into the kiss and sent tears streaming down her face. She felt a powerful rip inside her followed by a stinging pain as Pan moved inside her.
Meanwhile, Pan groaned in deep pleasure. Her walls enveloped his manhood extra tight having never been put to use before. He let his free hand roam from her legs to one of her breasts and gave it a firm squeeze. Wendy gasped into his kiss, and impulsively tried to reach out to cover her breasts. However her arms were still pinned down by his other hand and were rendered useless.
Pan's thrusts became deeper and faster, beginning to elicit pleasure within Wendy. Each hard jab of his cock hit a sensational spot that sent electric surges of excitement to Wendy's body. She soon found her hips bucking towards him reflexively, bringing his member even deeper into her. Her legs found their way around his hips and her arms went limp from the ecstatic jolts in her body. Pan let her wrists go and placed both of his hands on the bed at the sides of Wendy's shoulders.
Wendy began to feel a warmth coil up in her belly and her inner walls constrict. As she tightened around him, Pan felt his orgasm coming close and began to thrust with such speed and force that his movements became erratic and animal-like. This pushed Wendy into her climax. Wave upon wave of pleasure hit her as her core throbbed in small and quick contractions. Pan pulled out of her immediately after and spilled his seed on her stomach.
Despite feeling a post-sexual drowse overcome him as soon as he finished, Pan pushed himself off of the bed and grabbed a towel from his drawer. He wiped off the cum on Wendy's stomach then took her by the arm. His grip was strong despite the energy he had just lost. Wendy began to pull her arm backward as realized where he was dragging her towards.
"Wait, no, I don't want-"
"It's not about what you want, Wendy. How many more times does that need repeating?" Pan roared.
He opened the cage door and forced Wendy inside. He banged the cage door shut and locked it. Stunned at his sudden ruthlessness, Wendy set off to crying.
"Don't you dare cry one more time. If you make me regret taking you, I will return you Wendy. And make your lovely friend Jane pay the price."
Wendy sealed her lips to keep herself from emitting anymore sounds of agony. She was desperate to be home, but she refused to let her friend, anyone, for that matter, for her. She lowered her face, making her hair fall forward in a cape-like manner to hide her further from his demeaning eyes.
Pan slipped his hand through the cage and held up Wendy's chin to face him. "You better learn to behave my little bird. You haven't met my cruelty yet." Pan pushed at her chin and made her face downward again.
He got up and shut off the lights. put on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed for sleep.
Wendy stayed awake for several hours. She managed to lie down in a fetal position. She thought of her friends, her brothers, and even her ignorant parents. She revisited past memories, happy and sad. Tears fell silently as she slowly accepted that she may not see them for a very long while. Leaving the horrid place was, despite a fleeting hope with each passing moment, a certainty. Pan could not want her forever. The nature of the Neverhouse is to satisfy temporary pleasures, at some point she would no longer meet them without giving him any reason to threaten others. It was a comfort to know that it some point, it will all end. But she also knew that the days, weeks, months, perhaps years she might spend there will be spent against her will and lost to her forever. The memories that will be produced from such hardened times will only be useful for repression, and her youth would be nothing but a waste.
By the time she had escaped the tortures of her own mind, the sun had began to rise. She smiled faintly at the colors that illuminated in the window and soon fell into slumber.
Wendy awoke to the sound of her cage being opened. It was Seline.
"Wake up, it's already eleven."
Wendy covered herself up with her hands. Seline threw some clothes at her.
"Put these on. Hurry up. Follow me. We have a full day ahead."
Wendy sat up facing the wall and put on the tank that Seline gave her and a pair of micro boxer shorts. She frowned at the sheerness of the fabric of both the articles of clothing. Seline cleared her throat with assertion, making Wendy crawl out of her cage. Seline hurriedly left the room and went downstairs into the kitchen. She pulled out a chair and motioned for Wendy to sit. Wendy cautiously took a seat and watched Seline take out a plate of turkey. She put it in front of Wendy and went over to the fridge then brought out a glass of milk. When all of this was placed in front of Wendy, she simply stared at the food.
"Don't give me any bullshit, alright? Pan doesn't want you underweight and we still have to go out and get you waxed. Not to mention shop for some of your wardrobe and then get back in time to vacuum the house. So eat your food, drink your milk and we'll head off."
Wendy took her fork and forced herself to eat the Turkey. The determined look on Seline's face let Wendy know that if she refused to finish it Seline would be more than capable of stuffing the turkey down her throat. Half way through her turkey, Seline spoke up.
"Look, I'm not here to make an enemy out of you. Felix told me all about Pan's deal with you and-
"Pan's deal with me?"
"He's taken some kind of special liking to you. Don't let this get into your head, but I haven't seen this much initiative since Sheila-
"Sheila?"
"That doesn't matter. The point is I want a fresh start, you good with that?
Wendy took a deep breath and smiled a genuine smile. Her experience would be a whole lot easier if she had a friend. "It''d be great."
"Great." Seline retorted with a small upturn of her own lips, by now Wendy realized that Seline was not a people person. "I'm gonna go get you better clothes. Oh. Before I forget." Seline went into the cupboard and gave her a 21 day pill pack. "Remember to take one every day in the morning, and always with milk. Whenever you drink, drink milk. It's mostly the only thing we have here anyway. Our tap is barely filtered properly."
Wendy watched as Seline went up the stairs and stared at the pill pack. She finished off the last of her Turkey and drank milk. She remembered the many side effects listed for birth control during health class in her old school. She popped out the first pill labeled with the number one. She took a deep sigh and threw it into her mouth then washed it out with the remainder of the milk in her glass.
"Here." Seline threw a bunch of clothes at her, "Hurry and put it on, there's some shoes in the closet on the left side of the stairs. I'll wait for you in the car."
Wendy went into the shoe closet and took off her clothes there. She put on the bra Seline gave her, quite surprised it fit her just about right. She looked for her underwear in the pile of clothes and found red lace panties that barely covered her front or back. She put on black leggings and a green tank top then layered on a brown jacket to keep her warm during the fall cold. She took out some brown lace up boots that fit her feet just right and headed out the door.
Despite it being less than a ten-minute drive, the ride to the waxing salon was painfully awkward. Every couple of seconds, Wendy would open her mouth to try and start a conversation but found that nothing would come out. Five minutes after racking her brain for everything and anything she could think to say, she gave up and closed her eyes.
"So how's it like so far?"
Wendy opened her eyes, "Hm?"
"How are you feeling... about all this?"
"I..." Wendy considered the drawbacks of opening up to a total stranger who, up til this point, came off as arrogant and selfish. "Overwhelming."
"Well, I'm going to be honest with you now," Seline pulled the car up in the front parking lot of the salon, "Felix told me that Pan changed his chosen victim at the last second. That girl that was supposed to be a temp was your friend. Pan has much different plans for you. You don't have time to mope around and miss your family, because you're gonna be here a while. You're gonna need all your strength if you want to get out of the house sane." Seline turned off the car engine and turned to her, "Assuming Pan plansto let you go anyway."
Wendy gulped the bile that formed in the back of her throat. She followed Seline out of the car and into the salon. A lady at the desk smiled warmly at the two of them and she resisted every urge in her body to run to her and tell her everything then beg her to call the cops. Pan claimed to have very powerful connections, for all she knew he was the son of the mayor or something. Making a scene now could only cause her more harm.
"Yeah we want a full body wax for this one. Wax her clean, Brazilian too." Seline smirked at Wendy as the lady lead her into a private booth.
"Alright sweetie, I need you to take your clothes off. You can keep your bra on unless you have some chest hair you need to take care of. You'll have to take your panties off for the Brazilian. There's some wipes over there if you need some last minute cleaning. After that just lie down on the bed and we'll get started."
Wendy removed all her articles of clothing except for her bra and walked over to the wipes. She wiped the different parts of her body that folded into crevices including her intimate area, then took one more wipe and did a quick swipe all over herself. She then proceeded to lying down on the bed in the middle and put a towel she found on top of her groin.
The lady came back in with a pile of cloth strips and went over to the containers of heated wax. "You're not on your period or anything are you?"
"Um, no," Wendy said, a little confused as to why that mattered.
"Is this your first time to get waxed?"
"Yes."
"Ever shaved or anything like that?"
"No."
"Well then this shouldn't hurt. Virgin hairs are typically thin and come off easily."
The lady dipped a large popsicle stick inside a blue container and scooped out a dollop of steaming amber colored wax. She roled the wax around the tip to keep anything else from dripping off then began with Wendy's legs. The sudden thick warmth sliding over her leg made Wendy jump a bit, but found the sensation quite relaxing. The lady then took a cloth strip and placed it over the wax. After a couple of seconds she patted the cloth then ripped it off with force. Wendy flinched a bit, but found that the sound of the wax coming off her was a lot more painful than the actual feeling.
The rest of the waxing had generally gone smoothly up until it had come to her intimate pubic hair. "This may hurt a little more than the rest. Your hair down here is quite thicker than the rest of your bodily hairs." The lady took some wax and spread it on the uppermost layer of hair. She patted it until it cooled and ripped it out forcefully. Wendy groaned in pain, but tolerated it until the lady finished.
Wendy walked out uncomfortably sticky from all the lotion that was spread on her after the wax. She walked stiffly as she got used to the feeling of being completely bare down there. Seline handed a credit card to the lady at the counter then greeted them goodbye and headed back to the car.
"I also got you some ointment for your body, to slow done the hair growth on you."
"Is that safe?" Wendy looked cautiously at the bottle that was handed over to her.
Seline laughed as she drove out of the lot and towards the mall, "Given the situation you're in, I think some hair growth ointment is the least of your troubles."
Wendy lazily walked into the entrance of the house with a bunch of bags in her hands. Shopping with Seline was very taxing, she found. The brunette would take a pile of clothes for her to try on, most too skimpy for her liking, then decided to take only a handful of what she picked then proceeded to do the same thing again for several hours. They also stopped by a lingerie store, which made Wendy feel wholly embarrassed as she tried on different pieces with Seline in the same booth.
"Go upstairs and fold your clothes then put it in one of the drawers inside the smaller drawer in Pan's room. He said he cleared out a couple of them out the other night for you."
Wendy nodded and proceeded up the stairs and into Pan's room.
"Oh and Wendy!" Seline called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah?" Wendy called back.
"Wear your house clothes again! The ones I gave you this morning!"
Wendy sighed as she heard this. She dropped the bags inside Pan's room by her cage then rushed back downstairs. She took off her boots in the shoe closet and retrieved the clothes she had left. She figured she might as well change back into them in there like she had done the first time. Once settled in to the sheer tank and micro shorts, she folded the clothes she wore and packed it into a pile. She found Seline in the kitchen eating some cereal with her feet up.
"Do I just put these in the wash or do you have some kind of hamper somewhere?"
"Mm," Seline sat there thinking, "well since you sleep in Pan's room I guess you'll have the same laundry days as him. There should be a hamper in his bathroom or inside his bedroom. Put those clothes there- oh wait no those are mine. Just give them to me." Wendy handed over the pile of clothes and mumbled a thank you.
Wendy ran back up the stairs and into Pan's room then began to fold the new clothes they had just purchased. Once done, she neatly packed them into the lowest drawer of the smaller dresser that sat close to her cage. She folded up the plastic bags of the different stores they had visited then put them away at the edge of the same drawer where her clothes were. Seeing as they didn't fit, she rearranged them so that her intimates were in the second to the last drawer along with her home clothes.
Just then she heard the doorbell ring and the faint sound of Pan's voice drifting from downstairs. Anxiety, panic, and a little bit of excitement kicked into Wendy and found that she didn't know what to do. She closed the drawers and consider crawling back inside her cage. Surely Pan knew that she'd be outside of it, so Wendy decided against putting herself in more torture than she really needed to. At the last moment the door of Pan's bedroom opened and Wendy stood straight up with her hands behind her back innocently.
"I'm home, my little bird."