Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (61 page)

"Stand back," Nick intoned.  "Old faithful's about to blow."

Long Shadow could feel his scrotum filling - the imminence of his ejaculation.  He tried desperately to think of something bad, something frightening, but the first thing that came into his head was a vision of Skye kneeling in front of him that first time.

It was the wrong thought, not that it would have made any difference.  Long Shadow had no resistance to sexual stimuli.  He clenched his buttocks as tightly as he could but the stream of hot ejaculate shot out just the same.

"Th'ar she blows," Nick crowed gleefully, still tugging on the flesh.

Humiliated, Long Shadow stared at a point just over Nick's shoulder, hating the familiar kick of sensation that accompanied the orgasm.

"Didn't know you were a faggot, did you?"  Nick taunted, giving his penis a last painful tug before slapping it back against his thigh.  "We'll bring Chris with us next time and you can poke his skinny ass.  You'd like that, wouldn't you, Chief?"  Nick came closer to whisper, "Or maybe you'd rather suck him off.  Nothing like the taste of virgin dick.  Wendee sure as hell liked it.  Better than yours I'll bet." 

Tony laughed at that but Long Shadow stared at the wall, his teeth gritted together so tightly his jaw ached.  He knew Nick was trying to get a rise out of him, a reason to rough him up.  But he had to think of Wendee - had to stay alive if he wanted to rescue her.

"Shut up.  Shut
up
."  Tony grabbed his brother's arm.  His other hand was pressed against his ear.  Long Shadow watched, knew he was listening to his voice-comm.  After a minute, Tony's shoulders straightened.  "Acknowledged."  Then to his brother, "The boss is on his way.  We gotta clear out."

Nick smirked across at Long Shadow.  "And I was just starting to have fun."

Long Shadow glared back, his lips pressed together to stop himself saying anything. 

"Keep that dick handy, Chief," Nick taunted as Tony pushed him out the door.  "We'll be back."

The door slid closed and Long Shadow was alone.  He wanted to shout at the closed door that he'd gouge Nick's heart out with his bare hands, but he didn't.

DeMartande was coming.  He had to think.   

How could he use this visit to his advantage?  DeMartande would want to know what had precipitated his disobedience.  Could he blame his stupidity on Skye?  She was out of their reach now.  It might work.

At least DeMartande's suspicions about his feelings for Wendee would have been side-tracked by his fight to save Skye.  If he could build on that, assure DeMartande that he'd been temporarily infatuated with Skye - that he could be trusted again...

There was a noise outside, then the door slid open.  Long Shadow steeled himself to use any opportunity that came his way.

DeMartande stood at the doorway, staring in at his prisoner.  For a moment his attention drifted to his side and Long Shadow wondered who was with him.  Mr Black?  Josh?  He hoped it wasn't Tony or Nick.  If it was Christophe he stood a better chance.  Christophe liked him.  They'd become friends.  There was a lever there he could use.

"Long Shadow," DeMartande acknowledged as he stepped over the threshold.

"My Liege," Long Shadow replied, forcing his eyes to stay on DeMartande and not stray to the dark shadow stepping in behind him.

"You disappointed me, Long Shadow."  DeMartande brushed the sleeve of his coat and then deigned to look up at his servant.  "Do you have an excuse?"

This was his opportunity.  Long Shadow couldn't have arranged it any better if he'd written the script.  "Yes, my Liege.  I was hypnotised.  She mesmerised me with sex.  I didn't know what I was doing." 

He wanted to add that DeMartande of all people should understand that, but he didn't.  Better not to push his luck.

"I see.  And this woman," DeMartande took a step forward.  "This Skye.  Why was she so special to you?  Did you love her?"

"I thought I did."  Long Shadow apologised to Wendee in his heart for the lie.  "I'd never felt that way before.  When she touched me, I - "

"You were blinded by lust?"

Long Shadow was momentarily distracted by the person in the heavy cloak drifting out of the shadows of the cell to come and stand behind DeMartande.  Very closely behind he noticed, but this was out of his peripheral vision.  He kept his eyes glued to DeMartande's - knew he must sound sincere.  "I could think of nothing but her mouth."

"Quite a paradox," DeMartande said.  "You loved her, yet you forced her to actions we both know she didn't want.  Why did you do that?"

Long Shadow thought of his love for Wendee - his desire to hurt her out of jealousy - tried to link the two into a plausible excuse for his treatment of Skye.  "I was jealous of the men who had taken her before.  I wanted to punish her for..." Long Shadow trailed off, his eyes drifting down to the movement he'd seen.

Whomever was under the cloak had their hand down the front of DeMartande's pants.

"I understand completely," DeMartande said, his voice barely audible.  Long Shadow watched him close his eyes.  "I too am jealous.  But in my case, it seems I am to be the one punished, not the woman who has aroused my jealousy."

Long Shadow shook his head.  Intuition told him this visit wasn't about him.  It was about DeMartande, and whoever was with him.

The hand withdrew and the cloaked person stood clear.

"Now," DeMartande said calmly, and the cloak slid to the floor.

"Wendee!"  Long Shadow lunged off the wall, his wrists almost snapping against the manacles.  It was Wendee, his love, his lover, the woman he - 

...the woman who, seconds before, had put her hand down another man's pants.

The triumphant gleam in her eyes crushed the last of his excitement.  He slumped back against the wall. 

"I knew he would reveal himself."  DeMartande's voice was smug.  "You're quite wrong, my dear.  He is in love with you."

"He's in love with whoever sucks his cock," Wendee sneered.  "He'd be in love with Josh if he had the opportunity."

"Shall we test it?" DeMartande inquired.

Long Shadow was too distracted to panic at the thought.  Wendee had heard him.  She thought he was in love with Skye.

He lowered his head, tried to think.  He couldn't just blurt the truth.  He had to get free - had to risk alienating her further.  But when they'd escaped he'd reassure her that he loved only her.  She had to believe him.  He wouldn't let himself think of the consequences if she didn't.

"Don't keep me in suspense, my dear," DeMartande said to her.  Long Shadow raised his head.  "What is to be the manner of my torture.  Humiliation in front of a witness?  Is that why we're here?"

"Not exactly," she drawled, and Long Shadow felt his skin crawl.  He suddenly realised this was not the Wendee he had known.  This creature wearing nothing but black boots, long black leather gloves and a garish silver necklace was like a mannequin who resembled his Wendee.  The voice, the movements - they were all different.  Yet it was Wendee.

"I'm giving you a unique opportunity today, Pietre," she said, stepping away from the cloak to stand behind him again.  "The anal insert I fitted for you earlier is keyed to a touch-pad between your molars."  She reached down the back of his pants and then withdrew her hand again.  "Tap your teeth together," she instructed, and he did.

Long Shadow watched as his body jerked, but no sound of pain escaped his lips.  It was there in his eyes though.  Long Shadow's penis which had firmed at Wendee's entrance, now wilted in sympathy.

"I brought you here to punish you," she said to DeMartande, "but you shall be the one to mete out the pain, according to my instruction."

Long Shadow watched, dry mouthed as she came towards him, her gloved hand cupping his scrotal sac, weighing it.  Involuntarily and in spite of his confusion, his penis stiffened.  "I will make you jealous," she said over her shoulder to DeMartande.  "When you feel the emotion, when you want to stop me or hurt me you will touch your teeth together.  Is that clear?"

"Perfectly." 

DeMartande sounded quietly pleased, but Long Shadow couldn't drag his eyes away from Wendee to gauge his expression.  She was rubbing her gloved hands over his stomach, his hips, around to cup his buttocks as she leant in and pressed his erection against her belly.

Her eyes, when she tilted her head and looked up into his, held an emptiness that terrified him.  Yet when she touched her lips to his, he kissed her - thrust his tongue into her warm mouth and kissed her with all the desperation and passion he'd been holding inside. 

Her hands were everywhere, the soft gloves caressing, and her soft belly rubbing against him, her warm melting mouth and that tongue...

He groaned against her lips as the wetness spread between them and still she touched him - his shoulders, his back.  Then her mouth slid from his and began its slow descent down his body.  Long Shadow closed his eyes.  He'd wanted this for so long - her mouth against his neck, his ear, the hollow at the base of his throat.  She remembered it all - his nipples, how exquisitely they responded to her gentle nibbles.