"Hello, Lost Girl." Pan says as he sneaks up behind me once again.

"What do you want, Pan." I say annoyed.

"I just wanted to show you something, if you don't mind following me. It could mean the difference between getting your son, or not." He says slyly.

I sigh. I don't want to follow him without knowing what's going to happen, or without the others knowing, but I can't risk the chance of getting my son back. "Fine. I'll follow."

He smiles and starts to race through the thick brush and vines. I follow.

...

He leads me too a dark cave. "Stay here." He walks away and I'm left alone in the darkness. While Pan is gone, I hear a noise, a melody. Pan walks in blowing his pipes and I try to move. I can't. He sees my struggle and stops playing. "You're only going to hurt yourself." He continues to play and I feel my legs walk backwards.

"Stop!" I say weakly, but it's no use. Pan lured me here for a trap and he's not going to let go. That doesn't mean I'm going to give up without a fight.

He stops and walks towards me. His rough fingers caress my cheek. "Emma, Emma." He whispers in my ear. "Did you like my song? I can use it to make you do whatever I want. With enough practice, I can control what you say and your facial expressions. How does that sound?"

"You bastard! What are you going to do to me?" I growl.

"You've been naughty. You've used magic, that's cheating. I gave you a chance when Regina used the map, but when you used the mirror." I glare at him and he grins. "I'm going to beat you into submission."

My eyes open wide. "Pan, stop!" I say, but his lips are already on his pipes playing a tune. My fingers reach the hem of my shirt and rip it off my body. My fingers then reach the clasp of my bra and off that comes. My nipples harden at the cool air. Pan stops playing and walks towards me. HIs hands reach out for my breasts and takes them both in his hands. He twists and pulls my nipples and I let out a shout. He then brings his face down and licks from my neck down to my belly-button, making sure to give my breasts an excess of attention.

He steps away and starts playing his tune again. My pants and panties come of in a matter of seconds and he comes back. He kneels in front of me and starts playing with my clit. He vigorously rubs me with his fingers before placing them inside me. He begins to pump them up and down before he brings his tongue to my thigh. I gasp with each movement.

"You like that? You want more?" He asks huskily. I moan in response and he smiles on my thigh. He pulls his fingers out of me and steps away. I groan at the loss of his fingers inside me. He brings the pipe to his lips and before I know it, my fingers are inside me, pumping up and down. My other hand gropes my breast and squeezes and twists my nipples. Pan walks around me, admiring his work.

Then I come. My orgasm hits me with tremendous force and I shout his name. "Peter!" When I'm done riding it out, he lets me collapse on the floor. It's not very long before he drags me to a wall and chains me there by my hands.

"I have one more thing." He plays his pipe and my legs open wide, my dripping pussy opened to him. He starts to strip himself.

"No! Anything but that! Please! I'll do anything, but not that!" I plead.

He looks at me slyly. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Okay, Emma. I'll give you to options. Option one: you have sex with me, good hard sex, and I might let you go in the morning. Option two: Stay with me until I let you go, but you have to do everything I tell you. No arguing." He looks at me with a hard look.

"Option two." I don't even think. He stands and looks down at my exposed body. He strips himself of all his clothes and stands before me completely naked. "I thought we weren't-"

"You said you would do everything I tell you. No arguing. We're going to have sex now." He says as he releases my hands from their chains. He plays his music and my body places itself in a crawling position, butt and pussy exposed to him. He pushes himself inside of me and I let out a gasp. He hurts. He plays his pipes again as he pumps in and out of me. He's causing it to hurt. Tears form on my face as he continuously pounds himself into me.

"Peter!" I shout as I come. He comes inside me soon, but slaps my ass hard. I whimper.

"You can only come when I say!" he shouts at me and hits my ass harder. He pulls out and uses his pipes to make me stand. I feel something hard hit my ass, like a whip. I know nobody else is in this cave but me and him, and he's standing in front of me. "I can make you feel pain. You are going to feel whipped when we're through."

Something cracks on my ass again. I whimper. The whip starts traveling up my back. Then it hits my breasts across the nipples. I scream in pain. My legs spread apart and I feel the whip crack against my pussy. I gasp and whimper each time it cracks against the sensitive flesh of my sex. "Pan! Please stop!" I scream when I can no longer take the pain on my beat up pussy.

"No." He says. For another two hours, he continues to whip me all over. He spends a good hour and 55 minutes on my pussy, which is red and swollen.

"Pan." I whisper when he is done. His tune ends and he chains me to the wall.

"I will come back tomorrow. More fun and sex, Emma." Pan says as he leaves the cave, leaving me naked, scarred and sore.