Chapter 3
He poured one more and pressed it to her lips, she drank it but again, sputtered. Immediately, she felt the effects of the alcohol and she swayed. Hook moved items off his desk and leaned her over the edge. "You're mine, little vixen," he whispered huskily and promptly pressed his cock against her opening. "No…," he thought. "I have something better." He released his throbbing member and sat at his huge red velvet Captain's chair. "Do it!" He growled out. She stood from the desk, swayed, but knelt in front of him. Wrapping her tiny hand around his enormous cock she stroked it up and down, not sure of what to do. She looked up at Hook who was staring right back at her. "Don't bite either." With that, he shoved her head down onto his cock and instructed her to suck while he rocked his hips and moved her head up and down. He choked her with it and felt satisfaction hearing her gag. Soon, his cock twitched with delight and Alanna felt hot liquid down her throat. She tried to spit but Hook held her face until she swallowed. He placed her back onto his cock one more time. Then, with one hand he pulled her up by her hair. The move was so quick she had to steady herself before being pulled to his lap. She landed directly on top of him, and he kissed her fervently.
When there was another interruption, he was satisfied enough to take his leave. As soon as he left, Alanna jumped to the door; knowing she'd rather be shark food than to stay here, but before she reached the door, he locked it behind him. He heard the pounding on the door and smiled inwardly. She wasn't getting away. He did have other reasons other than her being his sex slave. She reminded him too much of Wendy Darling, the first lost girl. Grown up now, he last saw her as she was moving out of her parents' house; bosomy and curvaceous. He wanted to keep her. Pan had wanted her to stay, but only as a playmate; nothing more. When she attempted a kiss, nervously, she gave him a thimble. Pan wasn't interested in "thimble", but she was ready to fall in love. She indeed fell in love. She has a daughter, Jane, and a son, Danny. So, he found the closest thing to her. He had told Madam Hazel his preferences but, until today, she had never found one that looked "so Wendy." His damn cock sprang up again.
He told the crew he was retiring for the night, and anything can wait until morning. He set the helm for the north and went to his quarters. When he flung open the door the first thing, he saw was a drunken girl sitting at his desk looking over some maps. Alanna looked up drunkenly and back down to the maps. "You're sailing the wrong way," she said, not looking up anymore. She quickly closed the maps and stumbled over to him. She punched him in the stomach, not hard but enough to make him double over and cough from loss of wind. He recovered quickly and slapped her, hard. He started to laugh but captured her face and squeezed her jaw. All he could do was smile and sigh. He easily flung her to his bed unceremoniously and started taking off his coat and clothes. He flipped her onto her belly as he did before but this time, he pinned her arms to her back. He entered her, harshly, and fucked her hard. Screaming, she soon had warm liquid trailing down her leg. He wasn't done yet. He turned her around and pushed her to the floor. Again, he made her lick his cock, cleaning the mess he made.
Come morning, Hook was sprawled out across his bed, his head ached. Alanna was curled into a ball on the bed. He got up and went to a basin filled with water, he splashed some on his face. Feeling better, he left to go tend to his ship.
When Alanna awoke, Hook was gone. She looked around the room and immediately settled on a slim, short black dress. It highlighted her legs and butt. She didn't want to leave the cabin like this. Later, Hook began to wonder where his little vixen was. He went down to his quarters to find Alanna awake and sitting up, but no dress. "Did you not like the dress I put out for you?" He snickered and said, "put it on or you can come out here naked." Alanna glared at him, slowly reaching for the little black dress. She put it on while he stared. She had to turn around so he could lace up the corset; he did, roughly.
He then led her by the arm to the door. As soon as she was out, she blinked through the harsh sunlight. Land was near but she was in no position to run. The everlasting feeling of Hook behind her terrified her to her core. The ship docked on the island and, again, Alanna, Hook, Smee, and a few other crew members set out on finding more treasure. She wasn't needed this time, but Hook insisted she go. "Split up, men! I want to find it before the storm rolls in," Hook hollered out to his crew. "You and I are going to take a little walk." He grabbed Alanna's arm and led her along the beach into a thicket.
"What do you want with me?" she spun around and yelled once they were in a clearing.
"I want you," he purred. "I want you to be mine, my Wendy-bird."
She gulped, "I will not be a stand-in."
He chuckled and pulled her into a heated kiss. "Eventually, you won't be," he said teasingly, pressing his lips on her neck.
