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Her body was trembling violently when she awoke a few hours later. The strain from the ropes was
breaking 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 from
its 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?" She
pleaded 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 sounded
friendly- well in comparison to what she had dealt with in her short stay here. When her eyes stopped
blurring 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 twenty
years 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 rope
around 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 back
upon 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 was
painful though; bringing her arms down below her head, her teeth biting harshly into her lower lip to mask
her 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 face
wiping away her tears. “Please don’t cry anymore Penelope. Please...” He was begging, a concerned
look upon his ever-growing kind face. His voice rang a faint bell in the back of her mind, but she pushed
it 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 when
we finally found Peter. He had been holding your hand. You left me breathless like nothing I’d ever
seen.” 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 her
unspoken questions. “I don’t remember you...” She mumbled, shaking her head. Her hands came to her
face as she continued to shake her head back and forth, “I don’t want to remember any of you. I want to
go home.” Her voice was clear and pained, her mind shutting down on her from the stress. “I want to go
home..” She whimpered again before losing consciousness in Charles' arms.
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Captain Hook was busy at work on the deck of the ship, directing his men to keep way to Skull Rock. He
was shouting angrily at the men before him, his thoughts consumed with his prize downstairs. She was
very different than the girls Peter usually went after. There had been other girls besides Tiger Lily and
Wendy that Hook had not had to k**nap and destroy, as he had, them. They had been easily frightened
back 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 his
normal 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 real
world, she had been very attentive to Peter; sweet- innocent, but smart. In that respect she almost
reminded him of Wendy but Wendy was too easily broken; too easily consumed by her love for Peter and
her siblings. No, Penelope was different. She had a calculating and mature side James wanted to
explore more. As well as how she had managed to wake up so soon. It usually took the girls at least
three days to wake. It had taken her a matter of hours. He touched the curved edge of his hook to his
chin 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 the
messenger when the message was bad.
The captain pondered this for a minute before resuming his tasks. He would see what Charles was up to
in due time.
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Charles carried the u*********s girl in his arms back to the common area she had come crashing into
the night before. This time it was empty; the rest of the crew was above deck. Breathing in the scent of
her lovely, dark, chocolate hair he set her down on a bench covered with an array of random throw
pillows. He knew that he would get in trouble for letting her down from her rope bondage but her screams
were just too much 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 his
groin.
“What are we going to do with you...?” He whispered shaking his head slightly as he wrapped her wrist
with a linen bandages. They looked pretty bad for just one night. Her soft, pale skin, mixed with the
tightness of rope and constant swaying of the ship had done more damage than he thought even the
Captain had intended. For, Charles thought bitterly, the Captain was not trying to completely break her
apart; not yet.
“Why did it have to be Peter? Why couldn’t you have fallen for some other boy? Then you wouldn’t be
here...” 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 without
filtering 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 the
Captain needs to worry about. He should just send me home.” She was looking up into this man’s eyes
now, using her big brown ones to try and make him help her. From what she could remember, he
seemed 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 could
almost remember the room. It looked entirely different now that it wasn’t filled to the brim with horny
pirates and half-dressed mythical creatures. Her mind slipped momentarily to the night before; the way
Captain Hook had handled her. It made her tremble, her knees pulling up to her chest, her arms
wrapping around them.
“Well, so that I’d have a moment alone with you,” He choked out, having to look away. Those eyes; He
wasn’t expecting to be so flustered by such a young girl. “And I’m sorry... the Captain wouldn’t be very
happy 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 was
stuttering and shy because of her! She couldn’t believe it. Placing her forehead against her knees, she
began to giggle, the feeling intoxicatingly relaxing after all the stress and anxiety of the day before. “I
understand.” 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 the
fantasy stories she heard as a c***d, when the story was about Wendy... but he had left Wendy. Would
be 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 given
him his orders. He was supposed to have her up on deck any minute now. Hook’s patience was not to be
tested, especially when it came to the matter of Peter’s girls, but especially this one. Hook had even
seemed drawn to her, Charles’s noticed. The dead giveaway had been that he hadn’t ****d her on the
spot as he had the others. Hook is not a forgiving man, and for some reason he had stopped himself last
night 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 being
filled 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 steps
towards 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 escape
or got the chance to she wanted to be sure she wouldn’t get lost on the way out. This would be her first
time 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 they
were headed above was a pair of hidden stairs. The light was blinding when she was placed down on
the deck planks. She moved her hands above her head to shield herself from the glaring sun as she
looked around. It was dirty, as the rest of the ship, but orderly at the same time. The knots and ropes
were 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 in
comparison. The only act of compassion she received were the new knots holding her arms together
were placed near her elbows and not over her wrists. He had been sure to check that the rope around
her 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 much
more turbulent on the deck than down below. That was when he came into view; the captain. He was
wearing 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 been
wearing the night before; slightly smaller, sharper- Much sharper. The one before must have been for
sleeping or something? Penelope tried to process but as he stepped closer Hook’s wardrobe of assorted
hand 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, her
arms bound behind her back, legs tied. She was vulnerable. As he had before, James took his hook
hand and used the side of the metal instrument to push her chin up until his eyes met hers. “Good
morning, 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 a
flick of his wrist he could kill her; make her bleed out right onto the planks. “C-co.. W-Would you please
send me home?” She squeaked out against her better senses, her eyes closing tightly for a moment
while she spoke, opening again with two tears falling down her face. She hadn’t planned on asking but
seeing 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 to
silence. “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 her
pale 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 the
crew before her. They were smiling and laughing, one guy even drooling at her restrained state, shaking
his 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’s
tongue against her skin. Her eyes threatened more tears, she immediately clamping down on her jaw
hard 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 she
wanted 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 hour
of every day.
“I..I’m sorry Sir. That was stupid of me,” Penelope managed the words out of her lips trying hard to sound
regretful 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 to
be cut again. In fact she could go the rest of her life not being touched again by James Hook. She could
die happy with that simple request. However, she knew... she knew deep down that she would have to in
order to get out of this. The idea brought bile up in her throat, Penelope doing her best to swallow it back
down. She had to be stronger than this, stronger than the girls before her if she was going to make it
back home.
Captain Hook looked down at the girl before him, staring hard back into her deep, seemingly endless
eyes. His face softened for a split second but he regained his composure quickly a smirk coming to his
lips. “I needed you on deck, Penelope, because this is where your real hell begins...Of course I wasn’t
planning on being so rough to start, but since you think you get to call the shots here..” His hand grabbed
ahold of her hair, shoving her roughly down to her knees. Using the blunt end of his hook hand to tilt her
chin up to. Secretly he had wanted nothing more than to break her little, virgin body. Hook was using her
much slower than he had the other girls. He could not explain why, or at least, he did not want to admit
that he could be captivated by something Peter had touched. Looking down at her now, bound and
kneeling...it was almost too much for him, a low growl coming from his throat. He released her hair for a
moment to unclasp the buttons of his pants allowing his hard cock to spring free. “Get to it.” He said
simply, 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 what
she could only call horror as he exposed himself to her. Never in her life had she seen male genitalia. Of
course in books as school but this was a much different situation. With her fists clenched behind her
body she whispered, “I don’t know what you mean...” She played stupid. Penelope was a smart girl and
she can put two and two together but, not this. She cannot handle this; the humiliation of her first sexual
experience being with a man she hardly knows and does not love. Not to mention the crowd of mouth
breathing, filthy, horny pirates surrounding her. She just wanted to curl up and disappear from this
nightmare.
The crew stands in silence, most on baited breath waiting for her to get started. They knew they would
probably never have the pleasure themselves of experiencing her small pale body so the most they
could 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 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 to
himself, torn between what he knew he must do and what he was craving. Losing his internal battle, he
snuck 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 lips
against 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 his
flesh meets hers. She shakes her head in slight protest, her eyes closing tightly as she tries to pull back
against 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, he
hates to mark her up so quickly- he had been wanting to take his time but this girl- Fuck, she was rattling
him. *Him. Captain James Hook*. She had to be brought to heel now while he was still unattached and
able 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 in
thrusting 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 mouth
over and over again until she could no longer breathe, her mind completely blank as the Captain invaded
her protesting lips. He never let up on his firm grip of her hair. She was gagging on his length, saliva
sliding down her chin as tears poured from her eyes. Through her blurred vision she could see that she
was being watched by the entire crew, their pupils following her every struggle, listening to her every
gasp 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 keep
her still while he used his hand to aim, shooting his cum over her face and down her chest, it dripping
under her nightshirt. Penelope stayed perfectly still, taking it- as moving right now would prove fatal. She
kept 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 that
she could taste him before tidying himself back up. He shoved her hard then, backward onto the floor of
the ship. Penelope’s body lay there on the deck in a protective fetal position, her hands still trapped
behind herself. “Until tonight...” He smirked before disappearing below deck, the swaying sea absorbing
the sound of her sobs.
Charles passed the Captain in the hall giving him a quick salute. Hook looked at him with a knowing
snicker, passing him without saying a word. Charles closed his eyes briefly, thinking quickly before
hurrying back up to the deck. When he arrived he saw that the crew is gathered around something in the
middle of the ship. Wordlessly he moved through the crowd of uppity pirates, pushing his way to the
center 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; they
were scared of Hook and she was now physically claimed as his property. She felt disgusting, beaten
down, and just wanted silence. Her body was heaving from her tears, her chest shaking as she tried to
breathe. It was at this moment a familiar set of hands wrapped around her frame pulling her tightly to his
chest. It startled her at first, someone grabbing her in a more intimate location, but she shook it off her
mind running rapidly, “Charles?” She snuck a look, relief flooding her body when her assumption is
correct. 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 were
pillows all over the floor and blankets, too. It looked almost like a nest or a c***d’s fort. Charles had been
downstairs doing this while... While Hook was with her. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back sooner,” He said
quietly. Not that he could have done a damn thing, but she didn’t need to know that, not now. He set her
down on the floor, pulling a knife from his belt. He can see the apprehension in her eyes at the sight of
the blade, his eyes rolling over her body. He had not noticed the cut upon her shoulder nor the one on
her cheek. What had she done? His mouth set in a grim line. Quickly, he cut her out of the ropes, even
her ankles this time.
Penelope breathed deeply, feeling the ropes release her trembling body. Immediately, and stiffly, she
moved a hand to her shoulder pressing it tightly against the deep wound. It was not bleeding much
anymore, 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 he
hadn’t tried to save her from Hook. Why would he? Who was he to her anyway; no one. She wanted
Peter 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 small
room.
breaking 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 from
its 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?" She
pleaded 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 sounded
friendly- well in comparison to what she had dealt with in her short stay here. When her eyes stopped
blurring 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 twenty
years 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 rope
around 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 back
upon 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 was
painful though; bringing her arms down below her head, her teeth biting harshly into her lower lip to mask
her 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 face
wiping away her tears. “Please don’t cry anymore Penelope. Please...” He was begging, a concerned
look upon his ever-growing kind face. His voice rang a faint bell in the back of her mind, but she pushed
it 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 when
we finally found Peter. He had been holding your hand. You left me breathless like nothing I’d ever
seen.” 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 her
unspoken questions. “I don’t remember you...” She mumbled, shaking her head. Her hands came to her
face as she continued to shake her head back and forth, “I don’t want to remember any of you. I want to
go home.” Her voice was clear and pained, her mind shutting down on her from the stress. “I want to go
home..” She whimpered again before losing consciousness in Charles' arms.
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Captain Hook was busy at work on the deck of the ship, directing his men to keep way to Skull Rock. He
was shouting angrily at the men before him, his thoughts consumed with his prize downstairs. She was
very different than the girls Peter usually went after. There had been other girls besides Tiger Lily and
Wendy that Hook had not had to k**nap and destroy, as he had, them. They had been easily frightened
back 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 his
normal 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 real
world, she had been very attentive to Peter; sweet- innocent, but smart. In that respect she almost
reminded him of Wendy but Wendy was too easily broken; too easily consumed by her love for Peter and
her siblings. No, Penelope was different. She had a calculating and mature side James wanted to
explore more. As well as how she had managed to wake up so soon. It usually took the girls at least
three days to wake. It had taken her a matter of hours. He touched the curved edge of his hook to his
chin 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 the
messenger when the message was bad.
The captain pondered this for a minute before resuming his tasks. He would see what Charles was up to
in due time.
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Charles carried the u*********s girl in his arms back to the common area she had come crashing into
the night before. This time it was empty; the rest of the crew was above deck. Breathing in the scent of
her lovely, dark, chocolate hair he set her down on a bench covered with an array of random throw
pillows. He knew that he would get in trouble for letting her down from her rope bondage but her screams
were just too much 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 his
groin.
“What are we going to do with you...?” He whispered shaking his head slightly as he wrapped her wrist
with a linen bandages. They looked pretty bad for just one night. Her soft, pale skin, mixed with the
tightness of rope and constant swaying of the ship had done more damage than he thought even the
Captain had intended. For, Charles thought bitterly, the Captain was not trying to completely break her
apart; not yet.
“Why did it have to be Peter? Why couldn’t you have fallen for some other boy? Then you wouldn’t be
here...” 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 without
filtering 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 the
Captain needs to worry about. He should just send me home.” She was looking up into this man’s eyes
now, using her big brown ones to try and make him help her. From what she could remember, he
seemed 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 could
almost remember the room. It looked entirely different now that it wasn’t filled to the brim with horny
pirates and half-dressed mythical creatures. Her mind slipped momentarily to the night before; the way
Captain Hook had handled her. It made her tremble, her knees pulling up to her chest, her arms
wrapping around them.
“Well, so that I’d have a moment alone with you,” He choked out, having to look away. Those eyes; He
wasn’t expecting to be so flustered by such a young girl. “And I’m sorry... the Captain wouldn’t be very
happy 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 was
stuttering and shy because of her! She couldn’t believe it. Placing her forehead against her knees, she
began to giggle, the feeling intoxicatingly relaxing after all the stress and anxiety of the day before. “I
understand.” 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 the
fantasy stories she heard as a c***d, when the story was about Wendy... but he had left Wendy. Would
be 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 given
him his orders. He was supposed to have her up on deck any minute now. Hook’s patience was not to be
tested, especially when it came to the matter of Peter’s girls, but especially this one. Hook had even
seemed drawn to her, Charles’s noticed. The dead giveaway had been that he hadn’t ****d her on the
spot as he had the others. Hook is not a forgiving man, and for some reason he had stopped himself last
night 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 being
filled 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 steps
towards 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 escape
or got the chance to she wanted to be sure she wouldn’t get lost on the way out. This would be her first
time 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 they
were headed above was a pair of hidden stairs. The light was blinding when she was placed down on
the deck planks. She moved her hands above her head to shield herself from the glaring sun as she
looked around. It was dirty, as the rest of the ship, but orderly at the same time. The knots and ropes
were 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 in
comparison. The only act of compassion she received were the new knots holding her arms together
were placed near her elbows and not over her wrists. He had been sure to check that the rope around
her 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 much
more turbulent on the deck than down below. That was when he came into view; the captain. He was
wearing 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 been
wearing the night before; slightly smaller, sharper- Much sharper. The one before must have been for
sleeping or something? Penelope tried to process but as he stepped closer Hook’s wardrobe of assorted
hand 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, her
arms bound behind her back, legs tied. She was vulnerable. As he had before, James took his hook
hand and used the side of the metal instrument to push her chin up until his eyes met hers. “Good
morning, 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 a
flick of his wrist he could kill her; make her bleed out right onto the planks. “C-co.. W-Would you please
send me home?” She squeaked out against her better senses, her eyes closing tightly for a moment
while she spoke, opening again with two tears falling down her face. She hadn’t planned on asking but
seeing 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 to
silence. “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 her
pale 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 the
crew before her. They were smiling and laughing, one guy even drooling at her restrained state, shaking
his 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’s
tongue against her skin. Her eyes threatened more tears, she immediately clamping down on her jaw
hard 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 she
wanted 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 hour
of every day.
“I..I’m sorry Sir. That was stupid of me,” Penelope managed the words out of her lips trying hard to sound
regretful 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 to
be cut again. In fact she could go the rest of her life not being touched again by James Hook. She could
die happy with that simple request. However, she knew... she knew deep down that she would have to in
order to get out of this. The idea brought bile up in her throat, Penelope doing her best to swallow it back
down. She had to be stronger than this, stronger than the girls before her if she was going to make it
back home.
Captain Hook looked down at the girl before him, staring hard back into her deep, seemingly endless
eyes. His face softened for a split second but he regained his composure quickly a smirk coming to his
lips. “I needed you on deck, Penelope, because this is where your real hell begins...Of course I wasn’t
planning on being so rough to start, but since you think you get to call the shots here..” His hand grabbed
ahold of her hair, shoving her roughly down to her knees. Using the blunt end of his hook hand to tilt her
chin up to. Secretly he had wanted nothing more than to break her little, virgin body. Hook was using her
much slower than he had the other girls. He could not explain why, or at least, he did not want to admit
that he could be captivated by something Peter had touched. Looking down at her now, bound and
kneeling...it was almost too much for him, a low growl coming from his throat. He released her hair for a
moment to unclasp the buttons of his pants allowing his hard cock to spring free. “Get to it.” He said
simply, 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 what
she could only call horror as he exposed himself to her. Never in her life had she seen male genitalia. Of
course in books as school but this was a much different situation. With her fists clenched behind her
body she whispered, “I don’t know what you mean...” She played stupid. Penelope was a smart girl and
she can put two and two together but, not this. She cannot handle this; the humiliation of her first sexual
experience being with a man she hardly knows and does not love. Not to mention the crowd of mouth
breathing, filthy, horny pirates surrounding her. She just wanted to curl up and disappear from this
nightmare.
The crew stands in silence, most on baited breath waiting for her to get started. They knew they would
probably never have the pleasure themselves of experiencing her small pale body so the most they
could 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 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 to
himself, torn between what he knew he must do and what he was craving. Losing his internal battle, he
snuck 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 lips
against 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 his
flesh meets hers. She shakes her head in slight protest, her eyes closing tightly as she tries to pull back
against 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, he
hates to mark her up so quickly- he had been wanting to take his time but this girl- Fuck, she was rattling
him. *Him. Captain James Hook*. She had to be brought to heel now while he was still unattached and
able 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 in
thrusting 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 mouth
over and over again until she could no longer breathe, her mind completely blank as the Captain invaded
her protesting lips. He never let up on his firm grip of her hair. She was gagging on his length, saliva
sliding down her chin as tears poured from her eyes. Through her blurred vision she could see that she
was being watched by the entire crew, their pupils following her every struggle, listening to her every
gasp 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 keep
her still while he used his hand to aim, shooting his cum over her face and down her chest, it dripping
under her nightshirt. Penelope stayed perfectly still, taking it- as moving right now would prove fatal. She
kept 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 that
she could taste him before tidying himself back up. He shoved her hard then, backward onto the floor of
the ship. Penelope’s body lay there on the deck in a protective fetal position, her hands still trapped
behind herself. “Until tonight...” He smirked before disappearing below deck, the swaying sea absorbing
the sound of her sobs.
Charles passed the Captain in the hall giving him a quick salute. Hook looked at him with a knowing
snicker, passing him without saying a word. Charles closed his eyes briefly, thinking quickly before
hurrying back up to the deck. When he arrived he saw that the crew is gathered around something in the
middle of the ship. Wordlessly he moved through the crowd of uppity pirates, pushing his way to the
center 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; they
were scared of Hook and she was now physically claimed as his property. She felt disgusting, beaten
down, and just wanted silence. Her body was heaving from her tears, her chest shaking as she tried to
breathe. It was at this moment a familiar set of hands wrapped around her frame pulling her tightly to his
chest. It startled her at first, someone grabbing her in a more intimate location, but she shook it off her
mind running rapidly, “Charles?” She snuck a look, relief flooding her body when her assumption is
correct. 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 were
pillows all over the floor and blankets, too. It looked almost like a nest or a c***d’s fort. Charles had been
downstairs doing this while... While Hook was with her. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back sooner,” He said
quietly. Not that he could have done a damn thing, but she didn’t need to know that, not now. He set her
down on the floor, pulling a knife from his belt. He can see the apprehension in her eyes at the sight of
the blade, his eyes rolling over her body. He had not noticed the cut upon her shoulder nor the one on
her cheek. What had she done? His mouth set in a grim line. Quickly, he cut her out of the ropes, even
her ankles this time.
Penelope breathed deeply, feeling the ropes release her trembling body. Immediately, and stiffly, she
moved a hand to her shoulder pressing it tightly against the deep wound. It was not bleeding much
anymore, 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 he
hadn’t tried to save her from Hook. Why would he? Who was he to her anyway; no one. She wanted
Peter 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 small
room.
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