She crushes it

The mechanical whir and faint tick-tock clicking in the background of Captain Hook's quarters was joined only by the sloppy sounds of Wendy's pussy slurching all over something that was fucking her slowly, making her moan lowly. The building moans sounded muffled as they turned into cries and Peter realized she must be gagged.

"If you hurt her," Peter warned, her swordplay calloused hand trying to figure out what the device was that Hook gave her. It felt odd, longer than her hand and soft, feeling like it was made out of well worn wood and polished stone.

"Easy, Peter," Hook's voice whispered in her ear. It was softer, the gruffness gone. The heat crashed on to Peter's neck and ear, causing earthquakes of goosebumps to erupt across her skin, making her pussy quiver in the most delicious way. Between Captain Hook's sweet rum scented breath and the sounds of Wendy's sloshing pussy, Peter felt her pussy betray her and start to soak the hard wooden seat.

"You are in no position to make any demands of me," Captain Hook whispered into her other ear. Again, Peter's body betrayed her and she felt her abs clench with need and her pussy clench with pleasure. She was angry with herself for being so turned on, but that seems to only turn her on more.

But for now, her anger was winning.

"I told you, Hook, whatever you put in my hand, I'm going to break off." With that Peter squeezed the device in her hand with all of her might. Peter's mind struggled to comprehend exactly what happened when she did; her hearing seem to be intensified with the blindfold in place.

The device in her hand yielded as she squeezed it, almost like she was pulling the trigger of a crossbow. She felt mechanical clicking as if something were locking in place inside the handle. When she moved the crush what was in her hand, she twisted and what felt like a piece of smooth rope slid across her shoulder, seeming to be attached to the device in her hand.

The whirring noise seem to wind up even faster, the mechanical tick tock escalated significantly. Instead of keeping time like a clock, Peter counted 7 beats every second. Wendy's moans turned into screams against her gag. The sounds from her pussy intensified, and Peter knew from her own experience that Wendy had started to gush around whatever was fucking her.

"Mmmmm, Peter. I don't think she was ready for that," Captain Hooks voice said, pouring out like sweet mead from her lips.