More fucking, of course...but meanwhile...

Peter had been locked in Captain Hook's quarters for hours. She had already given up on getting rescued, and all she could do is listen to the moans of her fellow captive, Wendy. Peter was blindfolded with a thick, coarse cloth and she couldn't see a thing. All she knew was that her hands were tied up over her head, she seemed to be sitting on a hard and uncomfortable wooden chair and that she could feel the cool sea air kissing every inch of her bare skin.

The sound of an entire ship full of pirates drunkenly singing was reverberating through the ship and Peter could feel the sound in the wooden chair below her.

"Wendy?" she whispered, assuming they were alone. The sound of something wet and rhythmic started somewhere behind her, but the blindfold kept her in the dark. The wet, slurching sound was slow, and it only took Peter a minute to guess what it was and she felt her pussy heat up immediately and start to get wet.

Someone in the room with her was getting fucked.

The sound of a very muffled, worried scream was almost quiet, and then it turned into a moan. A long, low moan of pleasure as the speed of the motions intensified and the pussy, barely audible over the sound of the drunken sea shanty being sung was getting wetter and wetter.

"Wendy?" Peter asked again into the darkness, more of a moan than concern for her English friend.

"Shhh...." came from the darkness. "She'll be along soon. Cumming any minute now," said the gruff voice.

"Hook!" yelped Peter, oddly even more turned on with the realization.