Hooked (Chapter 2)

Hooked (Chapter 2)Her body was trembling violently when she awoke a few hours later. The strain from the ropes wasbreaking her down, tears already falling down her sleepy face. She had been crying in her dreams, too.“Please let me down,” Penelope whispered.No response.“Please, please… let me down,” She begged her head sagging against her chest.“Please!” She was crying out now, the pain becoming more unbearable the more her body woke up fromits numbness.She was not sure how long it took her to fall back asleep but eventually the swaying took her again.From the darkness of the room came a pair of hands. They were warm against her cool skin,immediately setting her wrists ablaze as they touched them.”Stop! Stop, please” Penelope choked out as she quickly awoke. “C-can you please let me down?” Shepleaded to the stranger, hoping maybe someone on this ship would be kind to her.“Yes of course…” They responded after what sounded like a long sigh. From tone alone, he soundedfriendly- well in comparison to what she had dealt with in her short stay here. When her eyes stoppedblurring from her tears she could also see he *looked* friendly. Soft brown eyes, shaggy brown hair.When this man had come to Neverland it was when he was fairly young, probably nineteen or twentyyears old at best. At least if the stories about how people never age in Neverland were true…Penelope had tried to think through every rendition and story she had ever heard regarding Peter Pan,but nothing seemed to be as cruel as twisted as the truth she now knew.With her heart beating rapidly, anxiety piqued, she tried to stay silent as he quickly undid the ropearound her wrists and body. Penelope immediately fell into his open arms.“How’s that?” The man mumbled, his eyes peering up at her for a quick second before they glance backupon her body lying against him.Penelope could not speak, the pain stealing her ability. The ropes had eaten into her wrists overnight,the skin a dark scarlet, it only getting worse as the circulation returned to them. Even that process waspainful though; bringing her arms down below her head, her teeth biting harshly into her lower lip to maskher will to scream. She could not stop her tears nor her trembling as her body handled the shock.The man just watched her come apart in his arms, one of his hands going to stroke the side of her facewiping away her tears. “Please don’t cry anymore Penelope. Please…” He was begging, a concernedlook upon his ever-growing kind face. His voice rang a faint bell in the back of her mind, but she pushedit back down. Her body was too consumed at the moment to figure it out.“My name is Charles. You may not remember me but I remember you. I was there with the captain whenwe finally found Peter. He had been holding your hand. You left me breathless like nothing I’d everseen.” He seemed almost shy in his omission or was it shame? “I had to have you.”She tried to process this new information, her eyes scanning his face for any hinting at an answer to herunspoken questions. “I don’t remember you…” She mumbled, shaking her head. Her hands came to herface as she continued to shake her head back and forth, “I don’t want to remember any of you. I want togo home.” Her voice was clear and pained, her mind shutting down on her from the stress. “I want to gohome..” She whimpered again before losing consciousness in Charles’ arms.——————————————Captain Hook was busy at work on the deck of the ship, directing his men to keep way to Skull Rock. Hewas shouting angrily at the men before him, his thoughts consumed with his prize downstairs. She wasvery different than the girls Peter usually went after. There had been other girls besides Tiger Lily andWendy that Hook had not had to k**nap and destroy, as he had, them. They had been easily frightenedback to their real lives pushing this off as a dream. That… or they were just not worth his interference.Penelope was the first to spark his interest in many, many years. Not only were her looks out of hisnormal range of girl, she also had a fascinating mind he’d only been able to watch from afar until now.From what Hook had seen as he watched Peter and Penelope’s private study sessions back in the realworld, she had been very attentive to Peter; sweet- innocent, but smart. In that respect she almostreminded him of Wendy but Wendy was too easily broken; too easily consumed by her love for Peter andher siblings. No, Penelope was different. She had a calculating and mature side James wanted toexplore more. As well as how she had managed to wake up so soon. It usually took the girls at leastthree days to wake. It had taken her a matter of hours. He touched the curved edge of his hook to hischin thoughtfully, “How is our little guest doing?” he asked the grungy pirate next to him.“Aye. Charles went to check on her, Captain.” Came a reply as the man quickly set off back to his work.Talking to the Captain for long periods of time could sometimes lead to v******e. He did in fact shoot themessenger when the message was bad.The captain pondered this for a minute before resuming his tasks. He would see what Charles was up toin due time.——————-Charles carried the u*********s girl in his arms back to the common area she had come crashing intothe night before. This time it was empty; the rest of the crew was above deck. Breathing in the scent ofher lovely, dark, chocolate hair he set her down on a bench covered with an array of random throwpillows. He knew that he would get in trouble for letting her down from her rope bondage but her screamswere just too much karabük escort for him to handle. He had intended to just go in there and.. well… But her voice, fuck,it had gotten to him; her pitiful, tearful, painful cries. Just recalling them pulled at his heart as well as hisgroin.“What are we going to do with you…?” He whispered shaking his head slightly as he wrapped her wristwith a linen bandages. They looked pretty bad for just one night. Her soft, pale skin, mixed with thetightness of rope and constant swaying of the ship had done more damage than he thought even theCaptain had intended. For, Charles thought bitterly, the Captain was not trying to completely break herapart; not yet.“Why did it have to be Peter? Why couldn’t you have fallen for some other boy? Then you wouldn’t behere…” He was rambling as he finished up the wrappings, his hands lingering on her arms.“It had to be Ja…Peter because he’s the one I fell in love with…” Penelope responded groggily withoutfiltering her speech as she normally would. She could feel her face turning a bright red, “I mean, Uh…”She was stumbling over her words now trying to cover them, “It was just a short fling… N-nothing theCaptain needs to worry about. He should just send me home.” She was looking up into this man’s eyesnow, using her big brown ones to try and make him help her. From what she could remember, heseemed to be very taken with her. At least that was the impression she got from him.“Um.. you want to tell me why you moved me here?” Penelope asked as she looked around. She couldalmost remember the room. It looked entirely different now that it wasn’t filled to the brim with hornypirates and half-dressed mythical creatures. Her mind slipped momentarily to the night before; the wayCaptain Hook had handled her. It made her tremble, her knees pulling up to her chest, her armswrapping around them.“Well, so that I’d have a moment alone with you,” He choked out, having to look away. Those eyes; Hewasn’t expecting to be so flustered by such a young girl. “And I’m sorry… the Captain wouldn’t be veryhappy if you got away. I… He would be very upset.”Penelope couldn’t help but smile. Even with everything going wrong; being k**napped, being tortured,being a prisoner with her chastity on the line, she smiled, her face a harsh scarlet. This man wasstuttering and shy because of her! She couldn’t believe it. Placing her forehead against her knees, shebegan to giggle, the feeling intoxicatingly relaxing after all the stress and anxiety of the day before. “Iunderstand.” She finally said, *I’ll just have to find my own way out.. Or… Peter. Will Peter come for me?*Her mind lingered on the thought of him swooping in and rescuing her from this hell, just as he had in thefantasy stories she heard as a c***d, when the story was about Wendy… but he had left Wendy. Wouldbe leave her too? By then her giggling had ceased, the anxiety returning twofold.“Charles what is going to happen to me?” Penelope whispered, her small voice laced with desperation,tears threatening to fall from her eyes once more.“I don’t know,” Charles shrugged sympathetically but could not say more. The Captain already had givenhim his orders. He was supposed to have her up on deck any minute now. Hook’s patience was not to betested, especially when it came to the matter of Peter’s girls, but especially this one. Hook had evenseemed drawn to her, Charles’s noticed. The dead giveaway had been that he hadn’t ****d her on thespot as he had the others. Hook is not a forgiving man, and for some reason he had stopped himself lastnight from hurting this flower of a girl. Charles was baffled and slightly jealous. If the Captain said jump,he’d jump but… when it came to Penelope he could hear those little voices fading away, the space beingfilled by her small whimpers and cries. Mm.He shook his head to bring himself back to the present. “It’s time to go- Up on deck.” He took a few stepstowards her, his arms then reaching out and lifting her scrunched up form.Penelope made no protest. She didn’t mind him holding her, for now, and was far too tired to fight back.She needed to save her strength, she knew, for what was coming; Hook. *How will he destroy me today*Penelope pondered, her eyes drinking in every edge of the ship she could take in. If she had to escapeor got the chance to she wanted to be sure she wouldn’t get lost on the way out. This would be her firsttime going above deck since her arrival- at least since she was conscious and here.The ship felt much like a maze, the wooden halls twisting and turning. The only thing that told her theywere headed above was a pair of hidden stairs. The light was blinding when she was placed down onthe deck planks. She moved her hands above her head to shield herself from the glaring sun as shelooked around. It was dirty, as the rest of the ship, but orderly at the same time. The knots and ropeswere all in order, the sails full and blowing them around on the water.As she took in what she could see, she was grabbed from behind by another pirate she had never seen.Charles had faded into the background somewhere she couldn’t see, this new man being quite rough incomparison. The only act of compassion she received were the new knots holding her arms togetherwere placed near her elbows and not over her wrists. He had been sure to check that the rope aroundher ankles was nice and tight as well.Gritting her teeth, she did her best to keep her balance as the ship rocked and swayed. It was muchmore turbulent on the deck than down below. That was when he came into view; the captain. escort karabük He waswearing a red, long button down coat- open of course, a puffy white shirt spilling out. His hair was short,black and a mess from the wind. The hook he had on looked slightly different than the one he had beenwearing the night before; slightly smaller, sharper- Much sharper. The one before must have been forsleeping or something? Penelope tried to process but as he stepped closer Hook’s wardrobe of assortedhand accessories seemed less and less important, her bottom lip quivering slightly.As he stepped up to her, her eyes fell to the floor. Once again she could not shield herself from him, herarms bound behind her back, legs tied. She was vulnerable. As he had before, James took his hookhand and used the side of the metal instrument to push her chin up until his eyes met hers. “Goodmorning, princess.” He growled, a smile flashing on his oddly white teeth.“G-good morning…” Penelope stuttered back, swallowing hard as the cool metal met her flesh. With aflick of his wrist he could kill her; make her bleed out right onto the planks. “C-co.. W-Would you pleasesend me home?” She squeaked out against her better senses, her eyes closing tightly for a momentwhile she spoke, opening again with two tears falling down her face. She hadn’t planned on asking butseeing this man again made her emotions spill out, unable to contain her jumbled mind.Hook laughed. Actually laughed, the crew joining in with him for a good minute before all went back tosilence. “Not a chance…” He hissed, dragging the point of the hook across her cheek leaving a bleeding,thin line, turning her head to face the crew. A few droplets of blood fell from the cut streaking down herpale cheek. Hook smiled with satisfaction on his lips, using his tongue to lick up the blood he had spilled.Penelope, mouth open as she tried not to make a sound of pain, or otherwise, stared in humiliation at thecrew before her. They were smiling and laughing, one guy even drooling at her restrained state, shakinghis head lost in his own twisted fantasy. The pain and surprise had literally knocked the air out of her;she looked as if she was gagging on nothing at all, the sensation increasing with the touch of Hook’stongue against her skin. Her eyes threatened more tears, she immediately clamping down on her jawhard to stop them and her quivering bottom lip.She was beyond the point of petrified and was slipping further. She had tried asking up front for what shewanted but it was obvious Hook was not interested in negotiating. She would have to escape, and soon.For now, she’d have to be obedient otherwise she knew she would be watched by these men every hourof every day.“I..I’m sorry Sir. That was stupid of me,” Penelope managed the words out of her lips trying hard to soundregretful and sweet. She turned her face back to James, deploring him with her large brown eyes, “W-what did you need me on deck for..?” She asked choosing her words carefully. She really didn’t want tobe cut again. In fact she could go the rest of her life not being touched again by James Hook. She coulddie happy with that simple request. However, she knew… she knew deep down that she would have to inorder to get out of this. The idea brought bile up in her throat, Penelope doing her best to swallow it backdown. She had to be stronger than this, stronger than the girls before her if she was going to make itback home.Captain Hook looked down at the girl before him, staring hard back into her deep, seemingly endlesseyes. His face softened for a split second but he regained his composure quickly a smirk coming to hislips. “I needed you on deck, Penelope, because this is where your real hell begins…Of course I wasn’tplanning on being so rough to start, but since you think you get to call the shots here..” His hand grabbedahold of her hair, shoving her roughly down to her knees. Using the blunt end of his hook hand to tilt herchin up to. Secretly he had wanted nothing more than to break her little, virgin body. Hook was using hermuch slower than he had the other girls. He could not explain why, or at least, he did not want to admitthat he could be captivated by something Peter had touched. Looking down at her now, bound andkneeling…it was almost too much for him, a low growl coming from his throat. He released her hair for amoment to unclasp the buttons of his pants allowing his hard cock to spring free. “Get to it.” He saidsimply, his hand going back into her hair, his hook now relaxed at his side.Her body was in shock, her knees pressed hard against the planks beneath her. She watched in whatshe could only call horror as he exposed himself to her. Never in her life had she seen male genitalia. Ofcourse in books as school but this was a much different situation. With her fists clenched behind herbody she whispered, “I don’t know what you mean…” She played stupid. Penelope was a smart girl andshe can put two and two together but, not this. She cannot handle this; the humiliation of her first sexualexperience being with a man she hardly knows and does not love. Not to mention the crowd of mouthbreathing, filthy, horny pirates surrounding her. She just wanted to curl up and disappear from thisnightmare.The crew stands in silence, most on baited breath waiting for her to get started. They knew they wouldprobably never have the pleasure themselves of experiencing her small pale body so the most theycould do is enjoy the show; something they have grown accustomed to at the grunt level.Charles could not help but stare at her, his eyes moving karabük escort bayan up and down her kneeling body and to her face.She looked terrified; beautiful. He drunk her in like the sea air. *Just get through this* he thought tohimself, torn between what he knew he must do and what he was craving. Losing his internal battle, hesnuck off from the deck of the ship heading back into the depths.Hook’s smirk remains, his hand pulling tightly on her beautiful, dark hair pushing her pouty pink lipsagainst the head of his throbbing cock. “Open.” He says sternly holding her head there.Tears snake out of her eyes against her futile attempts to stop them, her mouth staying firmly shut as hisflesh meets hers. She shakes her head in slight protest, her eyes closing tightly as she tries to pull backagainst his grasp; anything to get away from this.James sighs, taking his hook cutting into her shoulder, dragging across her smooth, once flawless, skin.It’s a bit deeper than the one on her cheek, blood slipping down her arm and onto the deck. Ah, hehates to mark her up so quickly- he had been wanting to take his time but this girl- Fuck, she was rattlinghim. *Him. Captain James Hook*. She had to be brought to heel now while he was still unattached andable to focus on the task before him: Breaking Peter Pan’s girl.The cut elicits the response he had been waiting for; her mouth opening as she gasped from the pain.Quickly- Roughly he shoved his full length into her virgin mouth, holding her head tightly against him,making her gag and squirm in protest as he choked her on his cock. Hook pulled out almost all the way,making those gorgeous lips stay wide open but allowing her to take a breath as he pushed back inthrusting in and out quickly into her warm, wet lips.Penelope was caught off guard, not meaning to allow him in but now was too late. He filled her mouthover and over again until she could no longer breathe, her mind completely blank as the Captain invadedher protesting lips. He never let up on his firm grip of her hair. She was gagging on his length, salivasliding down her chin as tears poured from her eyes. Through her blurred vision she could see that shewas being watched by the entire crew, their pupils following her every struggle, listening to her everygasp for breath. Penelope felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her, her eyes closing tightly.Hook jerked her head back suddenly pulling himself from her mouth, his hook going to her throat to keepher still while he used his hand to aim, shooting his cum over her face and down her chest, it drippingunder her nightshirt. Penelope stayed perfectly still, taking it- as moving right now would prove fatal. Shekept her eyes closed, knowing that everyone was still looking at her, including hook.Hook licked his lips with satisfaction, running the head of his cock against her lips one final time so thatshe could taste him before tidying himself back up. He shoved her hard then, backward onto the floor ofthe ship. Penelope’s body lay there on the deck in a protective fetal position, her hands still trappedbehind herself. “Until tonight…” He smirked before disappearing below deck, the swaying sea absorbingthe sound of her sobs.Charles passed the Captain in the hall giving him a quick salute. Hook looked at him with a knowingsnicker, passing him without saying a word. Charles closed his eyes briefly, thinking quickly beforehurrying back up to the deck. When he arrived he saw that the crew is gathered around something in themiddle of the ship. Wordlessly he moved through the crowd of uppity pirates, pushing his way to thecenter where Penelope lay, her eyes shut tight.Penelope tried to block out what was going on around her, hands- different hands stroking her hair,grabbing her hands, her feet.. Not one pirate dared to touch her in any way that would prove too far; theywere scared of Hook and she was now physically claimed as his property. She felt disgusting, beatendown, and just wanted silence. Her body was heaving from her tears, her chest shaking as she tried tobreathe. It was at this moment a familiar set of hands wrapped around her frame pulling her tightly to hischest. It startled her at first, someone grabbing her in a more intimate location, but she shook it off hermind running rapidly, “Charles?” She snuck a look, relief flooding her body when her assumption iscorrect. She couldn’t grasp why he calmed her but she would take any excuse to get out of there.Without having to ask, Charles took her back below deck down to a room, a very small room. There werepillows all over the floor and blankets, too. It looked almost like a nest or a c***d’s fort. Charles had beendownstairs doing this while… While Hook was with her. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back sooner,” He saidquietly. Not that he could have done a damn thing, but she didn’t need to know that, not now. He set herdown on the floor, pulling a knife from his belt. He can see the apprehension in her eyes at the sight ofthe blade, his eyes rolling over her body. He had not noticed the cut upon her shoulder nor the one onher cheek. What had she done? His mouth set in a grim line. Quickly, he cut her out of the ropes, evenher ankles this time.Penelope breathed deeply, feeling the ropes release her trembling body. Immediately, and stiffly, shemoved a hand to her shoulder pressing it tightly against the deep wound. It was not bleeding muchanymore, most of her blood up on the deck. However, the pressure seemed to take the sting away. “T-thank you..” She murmured not replying to what else he had said. She didn’t want to think about how hehadn’t tried to save her from Hook. Why would he? Who was he to her anyway; no one. She wantedPeter to come… and come soon so she could go home.“I’ll go get you some clothes…” He whispered leaving her in a pile of fluffy pillows as he exited the smallroom.