This is the fifth tale of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the order of the listing at the end.

displacement of High German Bible or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.




Hell HATH NO FURY. ..


With many thanks to Stefani, who not only proofreads my German language, but also comes up with helpful comment and suggestions. Vielen Dank, meine Freundin !


preliminary : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a fairytale, we should by rights have reached the part where Logan and I would know happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my brain and I open my eyes, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.

Last thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to parliamentary law another half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any casing, there was a subdued"poof"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some kind of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the sharpness and the floor was coming up to see me fast.



HELL HATH NO delirium

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes open. I am in a modest room with bright brightness, stark albumen paries, no windows,
and only one doorway. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computer silver screen. Above his head there are six large monitoring device, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in social club to valuate my situation.

I am lying on my back on a firm but padded open. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally au naturel, with some sort of restraints around my wrist joint and ankles, which hold my hands down by my side and my legs straight but slightly spread out apart. My keister is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and severe fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutation from using their powers ! I try very slowly to raise my oral sex, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the gimmick does not encircle my total neck, but only holds me down. It is not a arrest, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to pin me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such simpleness. Perhaps he does not even substantiate I can teleport at all. That would be decent. I could be free in an instant, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now mindful of where this elbow room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no approximation what is behind any of these wall. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport subterfuge and take my chances. Not a good bet, even under the best of circumstances.

And where is Mount Logan ? What has been done with him ? That persuasion is decent to send a pang of awe through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Mount Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no estimation who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious brawniness, dark hair, dark eyes. He even has the same variety of extravagant mutton chop that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit brusque than Logan's. His hair is also unforesightful, and it has begun to recede slightly at his tabernacle. His aspect is more square up off, with heavier jowls. His nose is directly, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty mint. There is nothing but cruelty in his smile.

I give him a spirit level stare, waiting for him to say something first.

"I know you've been awake long enough to realise that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big risk. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to beat you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, guess one can't have everything."

He comes over to the tabular array and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those apprehension around your neck that are supposed to be able-bodied to preclude a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is uncomplicated : the engineering just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the meter, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the clock time. Besides, being myself a mutation, I just have this aversion to the tinker's dam things. I'd rather do it the antique way and fig out how to capture and hold the particular mutation, or mutants, that I'm after. Makes for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty smile again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the normal of this secret plan, so listen carefully."

"Just tell me vhere Mount Logan is,"I interrupt.

"As it happens, I can do better than that. I can show you."

He raises one hired man and full stop a remote ascendance twist toward the dummy monitors. All six screens come to life, showing me images of Logan from different slant and at varying space. He is standing spread-eagled and stern naked in the middle of what looks very lots like a duplicate of this way, held in property by a curiously-designed system of heavy restraints and metallic element legal community. He is bleeding from numerous slice and slashes and assorted early injury, but they are clearly in the outgrowth of healing. His promontory sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, child. He can't hear you. The television is on both ways, but the audio's turned off good now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can hear us, not the other way around."He aims his remote and clicks again."That will save me from having to recite the rules over again to him."

Mount Logan is obviously conscious, since he raises his head and looks around as he hears our voices. I can see his sass move.

"Forget it, jemmy. We can't get a line you."

For a present moment, Mount Logan and I stare at each other's icon in the proctor.

"It's rather a nice tactual sensation that he's spread out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.

"I gave a lot of cerebration to designing constraint that would oblige Jimmy, since his chela can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in shoes. It would possess been easy enough to simply ensure his forearms and hands back insipid against a rampart, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a view that gave me access to his body from all focusing, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraint that enclose his arms from above his elbow joint to the ends of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his claws, if he bothers to offer them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the cap supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever spirit level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the cap, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a forgetful chain connecting the manacle around his ankles to the flooring, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick me. On the former paw, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be glad I decided against stringing you up that way, blue boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded board. Now pay attention, both of you, and take heed to how it's going to be."

After a flying glance in Mount Logan's charge, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jemmy's power well enough to plan that organisation, I've also made it my business sector to learn the terminus ad quem of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this space is out in the centre of nowhere and there aren't very many open spaces in the area around it outside. I made indisputable you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this edifice or its environs. And even if you did, jemmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar building, far enough away so that it's out of visual mountain range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take time, to a greater extent time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb calorimeter in each edifice, and I can explode either or both of them from a control panel in both edifice, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary turkey mounted beneath the floor right under your boyfriend and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly suck him into so many spell of flaming physical structure parts that you wouldn't know what to deliver even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, jemmy ? If I want to, I can screw up up your small chum here. ca-ca me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your human face when I do."

Our capturer favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken extra forethought with you. There are sensor in your restraints that will react to your sudden absence seizure by detonating the bombs in both edifice. You might deliver your own life history by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree or a mountainside. And jemmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both keep all this in psyche if you are tempted to turn, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your check in my humble abode."

He laughs as Logan and I stare at each other in obvious dismay.

He sounds disgustingly smug and sure of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let fall away something that could be useful.

giving each of us a behind looking at, he goes on with his talk, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to run and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch the early one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make jemmy scream, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

"On the former hand, if both of you cooperate and do as you're told, affair don't have to get that bad. Think about it."

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

"Oh, what's the matter ? Didn't he evidence you about me ? The way I caught up with him while he was up North and told him who he was ?"

I shook my head."He told me, but no details."

On the Monitor, I can see a look of sudden hurt come over Logan's face.

The man gives a cryptic chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the CRT screen, addressing Logan."What's the thing, jimmy ? Don't want your minuscule friend to know what went on between us ? Don't want him to lie with how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"

From the feel on Logan's look, this man is telling the the true. I close my eyes and try to go along my shock and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His digit grab my chin and bend my aspect toward him. He shakes his head as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be kind of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a closemouthed aspect, shall we ?"

He takes clasp of my humiliated jaw and opens my back talk, turning my nous from one side to the former and surveying my frightening taste of teeth. They are not my best feature and I am acutely cognisant of that. Then he runs his index finger along the tops of my lour tooth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose dentition are being examined to be for sure the animal is not onetime and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets worse when he uses his ovolo to finger along my top dentition. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the I in the middle. He presses his thumb down on the point of the needlelike one experimentally. I taste bloodline, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a cock sucking ?"

"Vhat do you mean ?"

"I think any man who would stick his turncock between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no coward, but I'm no fool either. If naught else, your verbalise gets to keep its integrity, boy."

I have had about enough of this."I am not a boy."

He gives a short laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparing. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. jemmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."fountainhead, you don't look like an elf to me. You look more like a poove, except for the people of colour. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my piffling blue fairy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

"No ? Considering those dentition, maybe I ought to call you the tooth fairy instead."

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. shot I'll peg to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to visit you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my epithet's winner. master gospel, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jimmy's crony. Well, half-brother. Same father, different mothers. I'm a lot like him in many agency. The same healing factor, but not such farsighted claws."

He holds up a hand to show me the short pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently impressed, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All right, I am more impressed now.

"All rude, poof boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the monitors, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not get wind.

Victor goes over to a mesa along the wall, picking up something I can not see and bringing it back over to me.

"I assume you're comrade with dildos, fairy boy. Probably very familiar. I find that this peculiar one comes in rather useful for my purposes."He holds it up in front of me."It's pretty long and it increases in width more rapidly than most."

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not wish to have this particular point inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black glass, cool and smooth. Should feel real good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his early paw to run the penetrative tips of his claws teasingly along the contrast of the mark on my lower belly, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to determine if it likes the attention or veneration it.

"Nice turncock, even if it is blue and sort of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A fancy little mark. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's theme ?"

"most certainly not. I did that many years before I met him."

He runs the tip of one finger over the scars."You did that to yourself ?"

"Ja."

He narrows his eyes slightly."All the rest period of these too ?"He gestures at my body.

When I nod, he looks closer."Very neat and pretty. How did you construct them come out so precise ? scrape can heal in miry way of life sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take tutelage vith the slip. Even scar from injuries do not make too a good deal of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the gumption to slit yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, fairy boy."He looks again at my misfortunate bewildered pecker, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. Thomas More to encounter with. And speechmaking of playing, let me show you a unique feature article of this table you're lying on. Like Jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my human foot can be slid back and forth along the sides, restraints and all, then refastened wherever victor wants them. The restraints even adjust the Angle while they move, so that the soles of my feet come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to wonder what else this table can do.

"There. Much more convenient for me now. In fact, I rather like this view of your ass."He runs one claw gently around my anus, which is now more accessible than it was before.

"This'll be well-off if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any grave hurt, in monastic order to get a better idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lubricant on the dildo, just to designate that I mean no harm."Another vicious grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the smaller tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a release for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A impudent input at this time could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels safe and I know he is correct about relaxing. All right, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to assess me in this way, it would be in force to have him undervalue what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.

All the while he is doing this, he is talking, as if he enjoys the verbal anguish as much as the physical. I have barely been capable to get a word in edgewise, which is unusual for me.

"By the way, I recognized those claw Marks on your vertebral column, faerie boy. Jimmy may cerebrate you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tabs on him from a length. Just when Logan began to pack up his things and hike up back to the nearest town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a trivial longer by offering to tell him about his past.

"He's a all-day sucker for anyone who says they can sate him in on what he's been and done. It was gentle to convert him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the accuracy most of the time and bells started ringing in his head. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The Word hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the minutes. Much to my shame, my member decides it just might revel the flavour, and I can tell that my eyes are beginning to shine. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my Kuki and turns my look back.

"surface your eyes, fairy boy,"he orders me."Do it, or jimmy will pay the Price later on."

I obey. Victor makes the connection between my eyes and my hardening cock. He takes hold of it, moving his paw relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my prepuce by now. I am overwhelmed with ignominy, not because of my trunk's cancel reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it happen. I will fight it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interesting effect. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted foreskin forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was Sir Thomas More to toy with on an uncut penis. I'm going to celebrate this dildo right here for a patch but prompt it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will materialise. My penis will continue to become overgorge, trying vainly to advertise the head free of my captured prepuce.

"This would be a salutary clip for me to enjoin you how very much fun jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to hear all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the last thing I would like to hear, for it would bear on to arouse me. But superior knows that. He describes some of the thing he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in bother as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my prepuce, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very kind to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this Saame thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no affair what happened. suppose about that for a piece, fairy boy."

I do, and I do not particularly revel the images it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the body process he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thought of anything I can that might decrease my rousing.

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and lets go. One sort of pain boodle, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a sharp jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very furious Jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another shrill push. I am beginning to approach my boundary, as far as the width goes. In edict to make him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter muscle, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

"It hurts now, does it ? You can take a lot, fairy boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this petty child here."He twists it, pulls back, then pushes forward.

"Gaahh ! Bitte, Victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning to a greater extent annoyance than he is actually causing.

A frown cross his cheek as I say that."That's right, you're a Krauthead, aren't you ? I should get noticed it from the idiom. I hate German. Killed a shitload of them in the final stage World War. Wouldn't mind killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Kraut motherfucker, fairy boy. Say it in side, if you expect me to empathize, much lupus erythematosus do as you ask."

"Please, superior, no -- no Thomas More. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not interpret simple-minded High German. Or he wants to make me think he does not sympathize it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent nuisance by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the issue, fiddling buddy ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to call on on the sound recording, so we can hear you ?"

Mount Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm in use now."He turns his care back to me, giving one more push to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the previous ones. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really bear to.

"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and split up you right spread, especially when I think about how jimmy left me for your disconsolate ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

The pressure eases as he slowly and teasingly withdraws the dildo."You did rather enjoy that though, didn't you ?"

I can not recount him no, as my hard cock would clearly present it to be a lie. master examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much observation of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counterpunch, then returns to abide future to me, readjusting the board so that my legs are again unconditional down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scars with the point of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

I want him to keep talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torture us ? These buildings and all this equipment must experience price a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the discussion."I would never let been able-bodied to afford all this stuff, except that some very rich people and very mightily phratry hired me to drive down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to pour down jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just sustain him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

"Vill these mightily people not come after you vhen they find they have been betrayed ?"

"Yeah, they probably will. But Jimmy and I can hire ourselves out to some other equally powerful ethnic music and be prophylactic. Or at least as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

His chela has arrived close to one of my tit now. He touches it experimentally with the sharp breaker point. I shiver. He smiles."Sensitive tits, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to imbibe blood."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your arm so that it's on a poor range of mountains. That way, you can reach the water feeding bottle I've got on a shelf under the mesa along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to look on me to make both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such affair, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

"So you gon na be a just little boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the hard, and I assure you the much More messy and unpleasant, way ?"

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even make bold to wince for veneration it would drag those points through my physical body."If you're lying to me, have a bun in the oven in head that Jimmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty athirst, not to mention being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not draw a blank,"I assure him.

"Good."The nipper pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the slope of the table, clipping a short distance of chain to the metal cuff around my leave wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, baby, just like I promised. achieve around under the mesa and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a moldable bottle of water, with a permanent stubble attached. I had not realized just how hungry I was until I had the bottleful in my hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my lips and take a few drink. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the doorway."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what time it is, or even whether it's day or Night. And I'll come back to shoot the breeze either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little more fun."

He clicks the remote ascendancy as he gets to the room access."Oh, and by the way, the curl on the door will only work by a voice bidding from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some bunk word at the door. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the feeding bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can reach most of the way to my face and a lilliputian way down below my hips.

"Ja, just delicately, all things considered. Is this superior really who he says he is ?"

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me jogged memories in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our petty vendetta. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

"Be deliberate vhat you say. He could be vatching and listening to us."

"Let that mother-fucker listen. I don't care. There's something ya need to know."

"Vhat ?"

Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his face."He - he told you the accuracy about what we did. The sex was brute, hideously brutal. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like animals. It was - hideously exciting."

I have every reason to jazz how very closely sex is linked with wildness in his psyche, so what he tells me should issue forth as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

"Kurt ? Say something, darlin ’. talk to me."

I take a breath and exhale, trying to ban the quiver that threatens my voice."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"

"That you understand ? That you - don't hate me for what I did, maybe ?"

He is pleading now, I can tell from his step. His head is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should know that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this mussiness. I fucked up big metre. I never should give told him about you."

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his head in self-disgust."I should have known. We fought for existent when I told him. I had a chance to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the only window I had into my childhood and my yesteryear. I - I wasn't thinking of what might encounter to you."

"You did varn me that it had just gotten much more dangerous to be involved vith you."

"Yeah, but I didn't Tell you the understanding. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the justly time."

"It has been Sir Thomas More than a month since you returned, and yet there vas no ‘ right time'?"

He winces, but continues to wait at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should deliver told you the inside information immediately, but I was afraid. I let your self-assurance, and your erotic love, overpower my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

"No subject vhat happens, I vill never blame you for this. It is victor's doing, not yours. I vould rather die here vith you, than live in safety vithout you."

"Don't even think about dyin ’, darlin ’. I'll get us out of here. Somehow."

"I am not so sure there is anything you can do. Ve vould look to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, fictitious misery in my voice. If Victor is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at boldness economic value and believe our situation is hopeless.

"Now, Elf, don't you dare give up ! I'll think of somethin ’."

Good. If I have convinced Mount Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced superior.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Mount Logan promise to rescue me. That will put superior's direction on him as a potential deliverer, rather than me. That could come in handy later.

"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your public figure really Jimmy ?"

"Yes, if he's not lyin'to me. James Howlett."

"It has a nice phone to it, I think. Vould you like me to call you jemmy instead of Logan ?"

"No ! jimmy may be who I was, but I'm Logan now, no issue what that wretched son-of-a-bitch calls me !"

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take vantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since Victor could repay at any time. The to a lesser extent ve talk of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That finis division is for Victor's ears, Sir Thomas More than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not wish my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want superior to acquire anything more than about us that he may be able to use. We are mute, each trying in his own way to unwind and quieten himself into nap. Eventually, we succeed.




By the clip Victor returns, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether refined, but ameliorate than nothing.

The 1st thing he does is readjust the cuff around my radiocarpal joint into its place by my incline. Then he faces Logan on the proctor."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

winner turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to flirt nice this time, my slight blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my rim. When I try to turn my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my back talk with his mouth, his glossa pressing severe, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my dentition. I open my mouth slightly. When he tries to iron out his advantage, I bite his lingua. Not hard enough to do life-threatening damage, but hard enough to draw blood. This does not give up him, but it does provoke him into giving the position of my thigh a sting slap.

If anything, the hurting of his bite spit encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my oral fissure, I close my teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his tongue near the Base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my level, and he retreats. A slow smile spreads across his grimace, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got spirit, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just dissolve into tears and start begging for mercifulness, at first anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of coming, what do you like, baby ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely hate ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the tips of his claws rest against the radical of my scrotum."It would make more sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his handgrip tightens only enough to draw blood."I think you can imagine what would bechance if I closed my clenched fist right now, then yanked down hard."

"I can imagine it very vell, but you vill not do that."

"Oh ? And just why do you say that ?"

"I vould very in all probability bleed to end. And your piddling secret plan vould be over almost before it began."

"Are you so sure of that ?"He digs his claws a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to pull away, as that would just do more damage.

"Ja, I am very trusted. If you simply vanted me utterly, you vould have killed me at the very beginning."

My input has clearly displeased him. His eyes narrow dangerously.

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure I like that. Does Jimmy take this sorting of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not determine whether he is more angry or amused. diverted profits. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the monitor."That lawful, jemmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"account one for the blue nance,"Victor says cheerfully."No more menace of straightaway death. However,"-- his good humour change abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

"Now, let's get serious, shall we ?"

That is clearly not a dubiousness. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is painful to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not chafe me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not think I have felt so incapacitated before mortal else since I was a small fry, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fearfulness display. This man would know exactly how to use it to break me.

"Let's startle again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the peak of his hook lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Mount Logan often does with his fingers. Scar tissue is less sore than average physique, but the sensory faculty is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to obliterate the luminescence I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my bureau to my stomach, I can not enshroud the stiffening of my penis.

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my case."outdoors your optic, boy, and proceed them spread out. I want to be capable to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

"Do it, or your buff boy suffers for it,"he says smoothly, knowing the threat will work.

Deprived even of the ability to hide my traitorous eyes, my disgrace deepens. I do not want to savour what he is doing to me, and that is especially dependable as I know Logan is watching.

His finger's breadth reach my genitals. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hired man, squeezing and releasing in a slacken, unbendable rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that associate twitch begin cryptic inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to slow down whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasance. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his voice."Sure you do. You're gracious and severe now. Keep it up, baby. seminal fluid for me. present me how much you like what I'm doing. Show jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my stopcock and clod. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will loosen. I will cerebrate of how practically I hate his touch. I will boil down on that, zero else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted tooth. I am about to state him he can go to hell when I think of something that might be more useful. I switch to High German."Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn !"

"English people, you mother-fucker ! English !"His travelling bag tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

This is not dependable. I want him to let me curse in German. How can I convince - Ah, I have it !

"Bitte, superior - I mean, please -- German language is the speech communication in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in pain. I do not do it deliberately."

"So you use that Hun gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to lie with when I'm getting to you, in that case."

I shake my head violently, as if I have only now realized I have given something away to him.

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

"Too late, faggot boy. I already know. Besides, I strongly suspect you're cursing me out, and you can't abuse me effectively if I don't understand what you're saying, can you now ?"

I pretend to be dismayed and mutter,"Scheisse !"

"Ha ! That one means ‘ darn ’. I've heard it before."

I pretend to be even more dismayed, turning my head teacher away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not storm that he knows what Scheisse means. Many masses do. I only hope he knows very little beyond that.

He goes back to what he was doing, but the squeezing is becoming harder now, more terrible. He pinches cruelly, or pricks his hook into me here and there.

"Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !"I tell him after an especially painful soupcon, spitting out the discussion as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"

He smiles and does it again.

In the same tone of voice, but with my eyes focused on Logan's figure of speech in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Logan's eyes blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a small letter nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another insult. If I use only German phrases that Logan knows, I can communicate with him and Victor will not realize it.

I have barely begun to taste this tike triumph when master decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my helping hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Sir Thomas More intense. I just happen to have a nice accumulation of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeal to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic banner smooth charge plate, medium size, uses 2 C stamp battery, and uncommitted in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the inside ? No result ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief separation of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely tremendous. The rapid vibration gets to the erotic nerve ending like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my trunk literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that piazza inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and atonement. I am gasping with the effort of simultaneously wanting to issue forth and struggling to prevent it.

"Yeah, that's it. Show me how a great deal you're enjoying this, sister. Let me see it."

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is groan in desperation. My thighs tremble and my intact trunk shakes in the clutches of my contradictory desires.

Then superior touches another lowly but to a greater extent intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping prick. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's real nice. material nice. You're getting to me, fairy boy. flavor. I'll appearance you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator gravel deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own intemperately cock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my head desperately, as if in fear. His phallus is indeed rather expectant than I would prefer, but certainly not beyond what I could manage.

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these days. But not now. Now I want to see you fall. That's just what I need to be fix to put the real thing into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My thorn arch and my hip lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to capture the source of that tantalizing sentience.

"Stop fighting me, sprite boy. You know you want to let go."

He is good. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic moving ridge of pleasure cresting and ready to break. In a concluding desperate crusade to prevent ejaculating, I tense every musculus in my groyne as tightly as I can, trying to confine back. A tearing satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing Wave of favourable joy turning my body into Paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feel of the slideway of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasms that continue on within my torso, while everything is locked and held down intemperate by my will. I hide my feelings from master as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to prove me assumed, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the strength of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not experience such a thing was possible !

Apparently, master does not know it either, judging by his next remark.

"If I didn't think I was imagining things, I'd say you're deliberately refusing to come, fairy boy."

I gather my illogical wits and answer casually,"Now, Victor, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't sour me on."

"You're turned on all right. Your eyes are as brightly as coals."

"Oh, did I draw a blank to separate you they glow not only vhen I am arouse, but also vhen I am experiencing very unassailable emotions, including wrath and fad ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tint is casual and calm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to break open again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My caustic remark earns me a sharp smack in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head turn with the blow, to minimize the damage. Even so, my lip splits against the points of my teeth.

superior tosses both vibrators across the room in a hysteria of thwarting, then leans over me and snap,"Keep that up, fag boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of things before I'm done with you."

"Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht !"I snap back at him, spitting the origin from my lip into his face.

He just laughs, wiping off the blood with his fingerbreadth, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to want to play my game by the dominion, I think I'll go play with your young man for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my attentions than you are."

As winner stomps out of the room, I start counting the secondment between the prison term he leaves here and the prison term he appears in the other room with Mount Logan, in the hope that I can get some idea of how far away the former building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's pace is roughly a measure long, that would make it around 12 meters. Nothing guaranty that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily precise. I realize this is a very jolting estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no selection but to determine Victor rape Logan, using none of the attention and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly interest that he can hurt Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as master savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.

Mount Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to reach climax as a result of Victor's legal action.

At commencement, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing victor's fount and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to apply in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a consideration in Mount Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must turn out that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when in conclusion we spoke, he must also evince me that he no longer desires superior's attentions.

And so I watch in silence. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more control over his sexual responses than I do. Either way, for all master's pains, he can not make Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through various climaxes of his own.

Finally, victor gives up on the endeavor and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and defeat. Suddenly, his posture changes, he takes a deep intimation and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to generate me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Mount Logan,"so I'm going to build you cave in me your bother instead."

One clawed hand scope down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the alkali just as he did mine. I can see from the face on Logan's face that he too knows what will issue forth next.

"I'm going to do this tangible slow."One of the monitors shows a nigh up of Logan's lour organic structure. I can not deplume my optic away from it as Victor's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, footling brother. I want to hear it. And I want your little blue sky tooth pouf to get word it also."

There is triumph in victor's eyes as he turns to look at me. His hand finis tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's finger's breadth get out downward, the sharp pincer cutting through bleeding material body slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"occlusion being the warm silent type, slight crony. Unless you want to keep an eye on me do this to your shtup buddy once I'm finished with you."

The pincer finally dig in to the orchis as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The distended physical body at the bottom gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered nut in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your demon lover ?"

Logan throws his caput back and roars out his pain and despair.

I start on my usual litany of curses in High German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonised attention, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the foul names I am calling Victor.

His continued shrieking pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Mount Logan not to desperation, Kurt. Now keep your own Bob Hope awake. You know full well he will come through this.

Holding Logan's skewered balls up to the television camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile attempt to insult him. As I watch the parentage spout down from Mount Logan's mole, I swear to myself that the last jest will be mine, no matter what the cost.


winner returns to my room. I have been too distracted to number the elapsed time, but it did not appear very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain. I am so furious that I try to displume my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him sufficiency that I can get a clutches on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a clump of flesh.

"Oh, you're being a bad little fairy boy, aren't you ?"he says as he pulls back out of my reaching, clutching the injured arm as it heals."What's the matter ? Did I make you angry ?"

I glare at him, the furor burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand move toward my face. My center close reflexively and the tip of a knifelike nipper contact each eyelid.

"I could do it so easily, you know. But I'll spare you this time and do something else instead."

The claws withdraw and I can take a breath again.

He takes the remote control from his sac."There. I've shut off the audio recording both ways. You can lie here and learn while jemmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."

His gloating laughter trails behind him as he leaves the room.

He is right. I would almost let preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so much to say something to solace Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is solid again. It is nothing poor of amazing to look out when his trunk literally re-grows a persona. However, it does take time and he is clearly suffering a considerable sum of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how hanker it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than pain in his expression. I smile tentatively and put forward one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up sign with my bridge player. He can not answer in sort, as his hands are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slack out of my left manus restraint and fastens it down, he remark cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last meter, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be lamentable you did that. I don't like it when my dupe refuse to give me what I want. This time, you're not going to have a choice."

I do not like the speech sound of that, but I say nothing.

"Now, how do I want to configure things ?"He glances from me to the monitor lizard."Let's let Jimmy mind, but not see what's going on or be able-bodied to earn himself heard."He sets the control condition."Do we want to be able to observe his chemical reaction ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go blackamoor.

"Do you two ever play with electrical energy, queer boy ?"

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis hard with his middle fingerbreadth, smiling as I wince."English, remember ? Unless you're cursing at me, that is."

"Vhat do you entail ?"

"If you don't know what I mean, then I have my answer."He holds up a strange-looking device."Consider this to be a take experience. This is a violet wand. It can do some interesting things."

It does not search particularly impressive. Just a kind of a handle with a illuminate drinking glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eery violet gloss. It looks like a very small rendering of those plasma globes in science museums, where the light follow your finger around on the airfoil of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my mighty nipple, and I expect him to have-to doe with me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small Muriel Sarah Spark jump between the verge and my pelt. Almost, it tickles, as if flyspeck feelers are wiggling around. The muscularity of my chest tighten in arousal, and my nipples grow taut.

victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snap of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause real number pain.

He moves the globe to my left side, giving it the same discussion. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to wriggle around as I become more aroused by the strange feelings that are almost pleasance but also almost pain. No ! I do not want this to pass !

He begins to line a line of work of fierce whizz down my body with the strange device, slowly, teasingly."I think you can see where I'm going with this, can't you, fairy boy ?"

As he approaches my groin, my soundbox arches uncontrollably and I throw my psyche back as far as the metallic element stripe around my neck will appropriate. My teeth grip as I try to stifle a moan in anticipation of how it will finger when it reaches my phallus. Instead, the spark move to one English, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my scurvy abdomen, following the purpose of the mark that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to cerebrate more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last sitting, I am certainly not about to afford in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his scream.

With this image held firmly in my creative thinker, my penis faltering. I can tell it is beginning to droop, despite the Muriel Sarah Spark still dancing across my body just above it.

Unfortunately, I am not the only one to notice this.

"Oh, we're going to play the Same game we played stopping point time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks dance rapidly up the duration of my lance, then focalise on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sore country around the frenulum.

As my hammer twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood line steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his glob clutched in Victor's paw. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groin, I deliberately try to bottle up it. I will not let this befall !

winner finally gives up. But why does his vocalism audio so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, fairy boy. I could turn this up a great deal higher, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in thinker. Looks like you win this round."

He leaves the way for a few minute, then comes back pushing a small handcart with some sort of mechanism on it. He parks it following to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several meters and various switches and buttons on the front.

"wishing to guide a guesswork, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a speck : this is a medical checkup device that's used to get seminal fluid from a man who can not ejaculate, for one reason or another, if he wishes to get a child."

He looks at me expectantly. From the saying on my face, he can see that it is beginning to dawn on me what comes next. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some sort of probe, about as long as a man's finger and the breadth of two finger's breadth. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a wire going back to the box.

"Get the picture ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do scathe, but when it's applied to the country around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel good or does it injure ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the answer to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the investigation down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this tabular array, baby. The prison term has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my leg folds down, taking my hind end along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my branch hang at the knees.

He returns to the cart."Look, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a minuscule lube on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

I do not give thanks him. My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting semen from loot bullshit. It did not appear all that bad, but the dogshit usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

"Relax, infant,"he says as he inserts the probe."This part won't hurt a bit. I promise."

He plays around with the investigation, clearly doing to a greater extent than is requirement to find oneself the right position near my prostate.

"need to see what I'll be using on jimmy, if he proves as stubborn as you ? Here."He holds up something almost as long as a man's forearm and just as blanket."It's meant to be used on a bull, so just be glad you're not getting this one."

My rima oris drops open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much indestructible, call up ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The common procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the initiative, keeping it on for a couple of second. Then repeat that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight endeavor. That seems too quick for me, so I'll start at the lowest context and work my way up. That should give way you a luck to enjoy the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not final stage. I am proven right after only a few addition in power. There appears to be a point where the look of tingling hullabaloo and modest tensing of the musculus change into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to offend. I know electrical energy can cause burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would block up short of that. Each clip now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the cramp become more intense, until it feels as if my inside are trying to twist themselves inside out. My entire low dead body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"winner croons."You're making me actual hot. Keep it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"okay, fag boy, we're at the top of the scurf. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll increase the length of the pulses bit by bit also."

I have lost this conflict and I know it. My squall get louder and recollective each time, until finally I can not stop my consistency from reacting.

"That's unspoilt, baby. A few more time and you should be fairly well emptied out."

"Bitte, nein ! Nicht mehr ! Hör auf !"

"Sorry. Don't know what you're saying."He pushes the push again.

"block ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a full one. Just a brace Sir Thomas More and we'll be done."

By the time he stops, my muscularity are cramping and my wooden leg and stern are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as split run from my eyes.

He removes the condom from my twitching penis and band it aside, then draws the investigation out of my rectum."Doesn't look as if that was lots fun, was it ?"

I glare at him. If I were not restrained, I would be doubled over in pain.

"Here, let me see if I can aid you out a little."His hands press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscles carefully so that his claw do not seriously dig into me.

"That didn't have to happen, you know. If you had been more cooperative last clip, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."

I look dagger at him. I want cipher to a greater extent than to ‘ port myself free of the simpleness and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the dud and get Mount Logan and me killed. await a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb calorimeter in Mount Logan's way that is supposed to be sinewy enough to kill someone with that same healing factor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to aim the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would forget it up to me.

Enough thinking. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and plough it into German as C. H. Best I can remember it.

"Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so hyrax du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !"

No one can impeach me of not having a good sense of humor, even under these luck. I called him a filthy pig and said he should turn into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and tan by night.

"Tsk tsk, faggot boy. That sounded nasty. Guess you're pretty angry at me."The hand on my stomach changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive pressure points along the top of my pubic clappers. I try to wrestle away from the pain, but his bridge player follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other handwriting reaches into his own drawers and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, child, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"

The pain in the neck stops as he comes. I am left field gasping for breath, struggling to get myself under control.

"That was real nice."His mouth quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me nominate Jimmy arrive. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the scene on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's cheek and hear his lambaste breathing.

"Maybe Jimmy'll have enough sense to apply me what I want decent away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's prototype."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more conjunctive ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his solely reply.

winner snarls. I hear the click of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to Jimmy, but he won't be capable to see or hear you."

Returning the table to its usual position, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to get together everything together on his little cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could cause heard me, I would let told him to give master what he wanted as quickly as potential. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to prove a level.

So once again, I can do nothing but sentry and listen as superior uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a metre, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might take in. Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several clock time, just as I had been. I do not recognize if the electric current was plenty to stop his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his constraint, his head drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitors go black and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before winner comes into my elbow room, a self-satisfied smirk on his face and a composition cup in his mitt.

"Brought you something for dinner, fairy boy, but it's not exactly a sirloin steak."

I look from the cup to his locution, and I think I know what it is."Mine or his ?"I ask evenly.

"More like yours, mine, and ours. I jerked myself off a couple of times watching the recordings of recent events."

If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."Release my bridge player and I vill booze it happily."

"Most of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my left mitt."I vill imbibe it all, for the rice beer of the part that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my actions to my dustup, even to the level of ostentatiously licking my rim when I am done."How about a refill ?"I ask as I hold the cup out to him.

This is obviously not the reaction he desires. Victor snatches the cup from my hand, crushes it, and flings it across the elbow room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am sure he is going to wipe out me with his bare paw. Then he storms out the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he left my hand fastened only by the string, I reach down for the bottle of pee and take a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Mount Logan a composition cup. I am curious as to how he will answer, but the monitors and speakers have not been turned on, so I must comprise my curiosity for the time being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything Victor has said about the bomb calorimeter which will go off if I get out of my restraints. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many other matter has he said that might also be Lie ?


Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his chasteness, with multiple bleeding solidus down the insides of both second joint. His facial expression is set in a painful grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am beaming simply to be able to see him and to fuck he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop haemorrhage and lead off to heal.

"Did he offer you a paper cup, Elf ?"Logan asks eventually.

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a large batch of joy, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouth then spit it into his grimace, because virtually of it was his."Mount Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.

"I guess he did not like that very much."

"Understatement, darlin ’."Then he starts swearing bitterly.

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not have said that. I do not desire winner to even think that Logan interpret High German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been able to intercept him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not require Victor to find fault up on the fact that I can use it to watch Mount Logan's tending during my bout of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are to the full of adamantium and your body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

"I guess that's just what I'm used to doin ’, Elf. I'm the one who has to do what others can't, simply because I can."

"You can not be the good there is at everything, you know."

"We're not talking about resisting Victor's electroejac device anymore, are we ?"

"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the sole obligation, and the guilt trip that comes vith it vhen you fail."

"wellspring, I can't see that I'm doin'very good at getting'us outta this great deal so far. I'm just as helpless against master as you are."

I do not sleep with how to react to that, considering that Victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.

"I should never receive come back. I should have just stayed with him. Deep down, I'm as vicious as he is. The two of us belong together."

"Never say that ! It is not straight !"

Logan shakes his head in denial, but he does not press the distributor point.

"Kurt, listen. If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, promise me that you'll take it, and not occupy about me."

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in mortal peril. No matter what happens to me, save yourself. I'm belike to survive anyway."

"Even if you are blown to part by winner's dud ? You may be strong to drink down, but you are not immortal."

"fountainhead -"he glances down uneasily at the storey below him."Yeah. Probably."

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many objet d'art, and those pieces were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main point."hope me, Elf. I need to know that you'll save yourself, if at all possible."

I do not wish to prognosticate such a affair, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not need Victor to know that.

"I vill do everything vithin my power to save my own sprightliness. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison and suspiration hopelessly."But I have no idea how I could get out of here vithout blowing us both up, so it really makes no difference."

From the look on Logan's human face, I know my answer does not entirely fulfill him. He also does not want to think I have given up.

"I'll get you out of here, one way or another,"he says."confidence me."

"Alvays vill I trust you. Never uncertainty that."

Victor's voice comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two shell parakeet. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and veneration to each early. Enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio frequency. We are alone, with cipher but our thoughts, and those thinking are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough thought of how it might be potential to get off, there are still a few affair I must know before I dare try it. There are too many unknowns, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to bear to do.

In the silence and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Hope that I can cogitate of a better way out of here. I try not to dwell too much on my eventual fate, if I can not escape, nor on Mount Logan's, but it is concentrated to keep such considerations out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will look it as bravely as I can. If there is zip beyond death, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life story, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is worthy of the God I choose to hump and hero-worship, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not sound off.

Mount Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water now and again. The base has a waste pipe strategically located so that he can simply spend a penny where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely assign these rather disagreeable tasks to someone else if he could.

Every time master leaves me, I have counted the indorsement until he appears in Mount Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my approximation range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a break up building, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to get two buildings, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the elapsed meter. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the menace of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill Victor also.

I can make a rough conjecture as to how across-the-board the bulwark of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large aim outside my threshold and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unbelievable, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly out of doors of this building, or if the international door is locked.

There are too many unknown region. I need Thomas More answers.




It seems a recollective time before superior homecoming. As usual, he wastes no metre fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio and the telecasting, so my heart go directly to Mount Logan's ikon. His head lifts as he hears that the loudspeaker are active agent. He gives me a smile, as if to assure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the pointedness of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very picayune pressure. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not lie with the revulsion those frightful chela could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my optic, wishing it were Mount Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tail, where the lightest tinct sends tremble of desire up my spur. Ja, there ! There !

I gasp as I react, then remember it is not Logan's hand touching me.

"What's the matter, baby ?"victor asks, his vox sarcastically sweet-flavored."Did I hit a tender fleck ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

He presses harder against that sensitive area."You're not laughing. Are you sure it just tickling ?"

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to actualise just how exquisitely that part of my body reacts. Why such a matter should chance, I have no theme. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my hindquarters. In any case, I just want him to draw a blank all about it.

But now he is running his hook down the under surface of my tail, which is ferment upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than almost of the rest of my physical structure. After all, my butt can go for my weight and do lots of other fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me sense very vulnerable. It is so easy for someone to grab me that way, as I can not see what is happening behind me.

"You don't like this much, do you ?"

"How vould you know ?"

He taps a finger against his nose."like way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sensory faculty of smell also."

I was afraid he would say that. The just I can do is try to explain away my fear as something else, if I want to cast him off the track. Whether it is physical or psychological, it is not goodness to let a sadist know you have a weakness.

He is still spirit on handling my tail, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily progress to around it, deform it a little, whatever he wants. My pelvis are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to take some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just happen to bear this overnice leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll revel things more if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my head word, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame this will keep me from seeing your beautiful glowing eyes, but it should be well worth it."

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of pinch this creates, as some of my childhood customer did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to take it is risky than it truly is, especially if your persecutor deliberately tries to make up you cerebrate so. However, knowing this does not make me sense a whole lot better about it.

I feel a sharp prick down near the end of my tail, just above the alloy banding that holds it down.

"How would you like another fancy scrape, infant ? I could use this scalpel to make one justly here."

I seriously doubt he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to state just from what I felt. Another illume prick, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to hold still, as my natural response would be to blister my shadow away and out of danger.

"Maybe you'd prefer something more dramatic than a melt off scar, since you've got lots of others. How about if I slice off a bit of cutis instead ?"

Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my tail, again closer to my body. I whimper, hoping to defecate him think I believe him.

"Since your can is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker function, where there's Thomas More nitty-gritty to mould with. How about this ? Is this a good spot ?"

Now he is right up near where my tush begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the biff he gives me this time hurts.

"You know, I could start here and scrape off a bed of skin all the way down to the tip, maybe an inch or so wide. How about that ? I think it would face real pretty, don't you ?"

There is no answer I can make him, other than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?

"Yeah, I think you'd enjoy that sort of thing."

Whatever he has in his hand, he presses it down against my pelt in a horizontal wrinkle across my tail.

"Hold material still now. I'd hatred to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice straight line of merchandise, don't we ?"

I tense against the foretell pain, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's voice shouts from the speaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a needle of some sort !"

Rather as I had expected, but now I am certain. Victor, however, is not happy.

"jemmy, you just spoiled my little game. Not only am I turning off the sound on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this needle on your blue friend here, in a filthy way than I had originally planned."

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a entirely selection of them. diverse duration and various gauges. You do sleep with that the higher the number, the narrow the diameter of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

I do not trust my voice just now, so I nod my head.

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll Begin with something modest, since I'll be starting near the end of your keister and working my way up higher as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled matter, so I'm going to use the fancy needles that have decorations on them."

"Decorations ?"This construct is new to me.

"Yep. They've got things like - no, I won't William Tell you. It will be a surprise when it's finished."

"I do not like surprises."

I hear him laugh."Oh, you'll like this one. It will entail I'm finished."

I hear faint jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of small metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge phonograph needle, baby, the minuscule sizing I have."His fingers move to the very end of my pitiable tooshie, where it comes to a fairly shrewd tip."Hold still now. There's not a lot of sluttish skin for me to work with."

A small prick, magnified by a scrape against the underlying bone, then another pricking as the full stop of the needle comes out again. It does not wound very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His fingers move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the dual dent of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will look real Sweet. The future few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly nothing to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the duration of my tail, informing me each time when the diameter of the phonograph needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the post where my tail meet my body, we are up to the 18 bore unity. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the accumulative effect of all those early needles that are still in place.

"Last one for your derriere, fagot boy. This is a 14."

well, at least he is almost done.

"I'm starting to really enjoy this little game. How about you ? Having fun ?"

"Vhat do you think ? Are you finished making a pin shock absorber out of me ?"

"Oh, no. The effective is yet to come."

He takes handle of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very nice medal on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"vociferation me whatever you like, baby, but your son of a bitch is hard."

I clench my tooth firmly as the needle goes through the skin held between his fingers.

"Lapplander thing below the mark. Got to be symmetric, you know."

I do not give my mouth, but I can not stay fresh back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

His finger's breadth hold me just before the edge of my glans, and I know already what is coming. I shake my head teacher in negation, but I will not beg.

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to crap me wait, while I anticipate what is to hail."I'm very skilful at knowing exactly when titillating nuisance turns into real pain sensation, so don't fuss to try to cozen me. I've learned to judge that edge very closely, because I can smell the difference. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may cross it now and then."

He drives the needle into me, just above my dent. And leaves it there, as he removes the blindfold.

"See, baby ? I told you it would be pretty."

Tentatively, I open my heart and expect down at master's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the acerate leaf. Two glistening red middle grace the top and the butt of the scar, while a short train of ivory dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are early similar things : the image of a tiny cat, several kind of peak, a iris, a few small feather, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent Inachis io feather !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"Well ?"winner asks impatiently.

"Umm - Es ist sehr schön. I mean, it is very pretty."

I glance at Mount Logan's figure of speech on the monitor. Even though he saw superior doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

Victor's eyes follow mine."What do you opine, Jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic run, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

winner snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh red cent ! I forgot the coating signature !"He picks up what looks like a small blowtorch and lights it.

"Uh –it all looks just ticket the way it is."

"No, no. Just one more little thing."He starts heating up a very lose weight metal rod about three centimeter long, which is attached to a wooden handgrip."They have a new figure for this, but I prefer the old figure. monster's ardour. Watch. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the rear of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fasting. Hurts a bit more than if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the full stop.

Why do I cogitate it is not going to be that slow for me ?

"Holding it against the tegument just a fiddling longer makes it spoilt. Doing it in a very raw home makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the base of my bum and my anus.

"No ! superior, please !"

But the rod is already glowing hot in the flame."How about a nice V ? Does that sound good ?"

It is not a question. He touches the English of the rod to my flesh. Not very long, but long enough.

"That's the get-go half of the letter. Now we'll do the mo half."

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your back from jemmy's chela, but maybe this will provide a scar for you to remember me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each piddling ornament as he goes by. I am still trying to turn wonted to the pain sensation of the needle in my glans, not to mention the Robert Burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

rent a thick hint, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your sign of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

Victor has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a flier motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of delight and pain throughout my entire groin. I can not help but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

His bridge player break to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his digit. Another mixture of painful sensation and pleasance, as my phallus hardens more, increasing the air pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can finger the twitch of heightened desire begin to make itself felt abstruse inside me. No ! Not now !

winner evidently decides that this would be a adept time to set out a conversation, as he asks,"Department of Energy Jimmy ever let you roll in the hay him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not answer, he takes my scrotum in his other hand and squeezes tightly."resolution me when I ask a question, baby."

"It is my preference to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the screwing. Recently, he let me do much more than that."

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

"Just after he came back to me almost a month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a look designed to infuriate him over my gloating tone. I simply can not resist goading him like this.

It seems to have worked, as his sassing contort into a maze."And exactly what did he let you do, you little slut ?"

"You vill get to ask him that."I know full moon well that I will suffer for this, and I am not proven wrong.

"Don't sport games with me. You'll find I'm much better at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the counter, opens a draftsman and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a rear plug the like of which I have never seen in my sprightliness. It is way too long and much too wide of the mark and does not narrow very a good deal before the flared end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the tapering end pressed against my opening, without even the welfare of lube.

"Let's see you relax and enjoy this, smartass."

Automatically, I struggle to pull up away, but he grabs my seat near the base, holding me in place."Hold still, dammit ! Don't break me a hard time, poof boy, or you just might get my handwriting up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an worry little variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to render it to you."

He clenches one hand into a clenched fist and holds it up in front of my face. Then he opens his finger's breadth, claws extended as far as potential, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

Just in grammatical case I did not get the motion-picture show, he elaborates.

"Your sidesplitter of ecstasy would very quickly ferment into a howler of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's simulacrum."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll swop the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"master, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

"Please ! ! I'm beggin'you ! Do what you want to me, but don't do that to him !"

"All right, but only because you asked so nicely. But he's still going to get this rear end plug up his ass far enough to prompt him to be more respectful."

He grinds it against me, beginning to spread me unfastened."Now, I'll ask you that question again. What did Jimmy let you do to him ?"

I shake my head. He smiles and forces the hype harder against my distended sphincter. I am desperately trying to relax and accept what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

I can hear Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, winner takes card of him."I still want to hear the answer to my question, Jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you well-chosen now ? leave-taking him alone."

"No, I'm not well-chosen now at all. You let this little twit do that to you ? !"

"Yes. And I'd pack it from him again before I'd take it from you."

"Logan, no ! !"I say, knowing that he is deliberately goading Victor in lodge to get him away from me.

"Shut up, Kurt ! Shut up now ! !"

But it is too late. master turns to the camera, his fount set in a snarl."All rightfulness, you two have really pissed me off big metre. I'm gon na teach you a object lesson you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blue air faggot, this is what you get."

As he shoves the fundament fire hydrant in the balance of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not conquer my shrieking. His grin becomes a wide smile.

Tears run down my face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene names and threatens impossible variant of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the replication and payoff to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my legs. The strap between my legs is wide, but has an first step in the middle to admit my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of meat of my tail.

"There. Now you can't thrust it out even if you try. That should keep you interfering for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks genuine prissy seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice decorations make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so angry at jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still maddened, he storms out the door, without releasing my left hand as he usually does. Trying to disregard the painfulness, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when winner appears in the other room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered often distance in such a short time. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the like building as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both suite that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not suppose he was so pudden-head as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensor in my restraints that would discover my sudden absence in monastic order that some other sort of less lethal booby hole would be sprung.

My speculations are cut suddenly as I see Victor shove his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

Logan does not scream, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the pain on his human face, and what might be venerate.

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my hired man into him and then driving my nipper through his intestine ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor lizard. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my bosom. But I can do nothing about it, other than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At different slant and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's body so far that his hand opens a gash in his venter. I watch in revulsion as he closes his mitt around the intestines twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his excruciation. I force my eyes to remain open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my eye with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my face and sobs racking my soundbox. His backtalk form my figure, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any former man, with the possible exception of master, dead. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his pillaged abdominal electronic organ are in the process of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the original injury. I suppose that makes good sense. Even for an ordinary bicycle person, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be worse under some fortune, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer time span.

For just a moment, I experience a astute pang of envy for Logan's power to cure, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing hurting inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated El Salvadoran colon does not ache all that much until later, when infection set in and the abdominal cavity becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad bust in my anal sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large stopple. Nor can I adjust to the hard press and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower role of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can loosen up and earmark myself to give and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's script, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every clock time my abused gut contract bridge hard against the ill-treatment it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing spasms that I hear Logan's voice.

"I can't stand to see ya hurting like this."

I can not stand to see him concerned for me, after the pain he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am beaming he has recovered enough to be capable to speak to me.

"Let me try something that might help, OK ?"

I can think of zilch he can do that would improve affair in the slightest. But I nod.

"Close your eyes, darlin ’, and don't open them again. Now, focus only on my spokesperson and what I'm sayin ’.

"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come home needing you so bad that I'm prepare to violate you the way I did once."

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This time, I tell you why I need it, since you said that's what you wanted me to do, if it ever happened again. I need to take you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my head before I take it out some early way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just unfold your legs for me and close your eyes, preparing to endure it."

"superior can hear us,"I object, opening my eyes to get Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't give a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to have it away mortal. Now check interruptin'me and close down your heart. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to envisage something that is totally untrue. pretend I've got a dick as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laughter, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm vast and toilsome and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you wide of the mark than you've ever been before, and you're taking me abstruse and deeper into your body. I'm ass you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can hear me moaning with joy over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your stage, holding your rosehip tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so often to consecrate you joy, not pain. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in social club to continue sane.

"I can see the expression on your human face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in encourage, but you don't tell me to stop. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can secernate it's hurtin'you a lot, since your hammer is barely tough. a good deal as I want to hand you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is stimulate annoyance, and that tears me up inside, but I can't stay.

"It feels so fantastic, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my men moves up to your chest, my fingerbreadth spread wide to touch and rub those tender teat. I wrap my other hired man around your tool, pulling gently, rubbing my ovolo over your break prick. You gasp as your trunk responds. I can palpate your muscles clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing cramp that drive me fantastic. I can't contain back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your eubstance opens impossibly further, yielding to my inexorable attack, pulling me in deeper. I can arrest out no longer. With a few more solidus, I take my tone ending deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to catch my breath."

As the spell of his speech breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my sexual climax. The deep aching pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But realness will not let that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

"I'm not leavin'you alone yet, Elf, not until you're asleep. Stay with me here, darlin ’.

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our john to set forth the hot water running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to comfort the parsimony of the muscular tissue I can finger beneath my hands. And they do loosen up, a fiddling, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse off you off with the rain shower fastening while the water runs down the waste pipe. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the privy, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the puff around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can take you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your pinna and your closed eyelids. I place my hired hand once more on your belly, just above your member and on top of that scratch that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a lot to pull in it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the single you love. All I can do is hold you close and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and suspire. Your external respiration slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time. Your header lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the next fourth dimension that Victor comes in to awake me up.



Yes, there is surely something unseasonable. It is harder for me to call back straight, what with the steady aching inscrutable inside me, on top of my other accumulated suffering. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly hungry, far more than I should be. But I can not even get through for the weewee bottle, since Victor did not liberate my handwriting at all go time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not athirst any longer. In fact, my belly is rank queasy just at the persuasion of solid food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a split in my sigmoid El Salvadoran colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not give to meet biz with winner much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as master comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my rosehip and pulls out the butt plug. The abrupt stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper interior. By the clock time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the muddle of blood and fluid.

"I made you run again, didn't I ?"he inquires with mistaken worry."Sorry about that."

I have caught my breath now, and the most Recent stratum of pain has eased off a bit. I start in on my German cursing, to get him used to it.

"All right, enough of that shit."

Giving in to one of the strange quirks of mischief that often invade my head, I conclude with another of my Germanized version of a Yiddish cuss."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his hired hand down the decoration that are still in my tail, then flicks his fingerbreadth hard against the needle in my glans.

But the pain is worth it, since I just told him he should grow like an onion, with his head in the ground.

"Now, what shall it be for today, fairy boy ?"

"I vould not bear in mind a swallow of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

"Oh dear ! Did I forget to free your hand finis time ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the body of water bottleful."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in intellect, but we'll start there."

He opens the cap and pours the total nursing bottle over my expression, which allows some of it to get into my oral cavity, but not nearly as much as I need. But he does not gratuitous my hand.

"Aw, looks as if I spilled most of it."He tosses the void feeding bottle over his shoulder."Are you still thirsty ?"

Warily, I nod.

"We seem to be out of water. Maybe you'd like to pledge some of my peeing, hmm ? I'm sure you'd favour his -"He jerks a thumb toward the admonisher, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a disgusted font and shake my head.

"I could piss on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleansing up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can finger pretty sound, if you're into such things."

All right, fourth dimension for me to get on with it. I do not really want to do this, but I have thought of no other way. There are still too many jeopardy, but I have run out of options.

"ejaculate on, winner, is that the best you can cogitate of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playing children's games and get down to the real number thing. nookie me ! jostle your gumshoe up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

"My, my. The little fairy boy is anxious for it, is he ? He wants to feel my big shaft inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But first I want to have a piddling fun."

He rests his helping hand low down on my belly. I suck in my breath and grimace.

"Oh, that hurts, does it ? Thanks for letting me know."

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His finger's breadth trace across my belly, probing to ascertain the region that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the leftfield of center, I gasp.

"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the grinning that spreads across his face. The dog of his hand presses down hard on that post, rubbing in pocket-sized circles.

I can barely subdue a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, superior, nein !"

“'Bitte, Victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, baby. I think I like to pick up you say that."He releases the pressure level then pushes down once more."Say it again."

I scream and say it again.

"But I'm supposed to be trying to arouse you, aren't I ? I don't seem to be doing a very good job of that. Let's try something else."

He leans down, fastening his mouthpiece over my right nipple and sucking. At first, it feels Nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief respite. I feel a script reach for my other mamilla, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my consistency did not smart so very much, this might almost be pleasant. But the small sum of water that I managed to drink in is not sitting well in my venter, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

Slowly, Victor increases how strong he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the point of pleasure and turns into annoyance. At last, he stops.

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty dismal dick is getting harder and turning a nice violet color."He touches me, teasing my straining turncock. Then he seeks out the tender spot just below my shadow that he burned during our final stage session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

"Now, now. I thought you liked being touched there."

The finger continues to rub over the burn, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.

When he starts pinching and pricking that sensitive region with his pincer, I can not serve but try to pull away from him, even though I know total well that it is hopeless.

"Hell, fairy boy, by the time you feel my putz inside you, it'll be a assuagement, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. jemmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure as shooting you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm fucking you ?"

"That vould not be too bad, boilersuit,"I inform him as blithely as I can manage."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me come in vith jimmy inside me ? Or me inside Jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an exorbitant little hussy, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

"Yeah, I imagine you have, at that."He actually chuckles before he continues."I'm just having so much fun with you these days. Maybe I'll keep you alive a lilliputian thirster. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your life-time worth to you ?"

"Not enough to pass it vith a beast like you."

"Now, now, that's not very friendly."

"Shove it up your ass !"is my decidedly uncongenial retort.

"What's the thing ? Run out of German curses ?"I just scowled."In any lawsuit, I'd rather shove it up your ass, poove boy."

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his eyes slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Logan's response. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not interpret why. Now I think I know.

He does not desire me. He does not even give care about me. I am only a pawn in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"You love Jimmy,"I state flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

"Nein. In your own tvisted vay, you love him."

"You've seen the things I do to him. That's not love."

"It is the only kind of honey you know."I let him think about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, fairy boy."

"You think if you kill me, you vill have him for yourself. But you vill not. He vill only hate you all the more."

"Shut up, you little shit ! I'm warning you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to shoot down me."

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished piece of ass you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so practically that I'll keep you both alive."

"Nein. You vill not defy. The longer Jimmy sees vhat you're doing to me, the more he vill detest you."

"Maybe I'll decide to let you go, if he promises to last out with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to nominate him think you have done so. You vill kill me regardless."

"Now why would I do that, if I got what you think I want so much ?"

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a probability he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the idea that jemmy loves me far more than he could possibly get it on you."

He places his hand flat tire on my venter."You'd better full stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you shout some more."

This is not what I wanted."It does not really count how loudly I scream. Jimmy vill still not love you."I meet his oculus directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to sleep with me, because you might ascertain out you like it. Do you think I have not noticed how hard you get vhile you're acting vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me secure than you like screwing Jimmy."

But I am getting to him now. I force a lascivious grinning to my lips.

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make Jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck someone else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an arrogant glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so cling up on Jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd proficient just shut your mouth, you damn Kraut. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

"Better men than you have told me to shut out my mouth, Victor."I smile again."But I never learn."

Mount Logan interrupts us."Kurt, stop it ! You don't know what you're doin'!"

I do not take my eyes off of my teaser."Oh yes, I know exactly vhat I am doing. I am telling this Schweinhund the truth."Again I spit a few of my select High German epithets into his face.

"Victor, don't listen to him ! Please ! He doesn't mean it ! You've driven him softheaded !"

Desperate to keep Mount Logan from interfering any boost, I add one more tempestuous ‘ curse ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane fad on master's facial expression that I have won. He literally rips off his own trouser. He is going to bang me, and he is going to do it now. Good. That is what I want. Do not reckon about it anymore, you overgrown bunghole. Just do it !

He adjusts the board, much as he did once before, dropping the surgical incision with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the border, and my wooden leg are set sharply.

"make it easy for me to get in real deep, from this angle."He steps between my knees, holding up his cock for me to see."If you're in such a rushing for this, fairy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may need to recollect, no phallus is a arm of mass destruction. However, almost any penis can go a weapon of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than formula. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my oculus and try to clear my mind in ordering to concentre on the floating cloud speculation that helped so very much when Mount Logan fisted me. But superior will not allow me this escape.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my straits.

"outdoors them, dammit ! Or you'll get my clenched fist instead of my turncock !"

I surrender to that demand.

"That's better. Lovely ! Now keep them that way."

As he did with the butt fireplug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one gruelling stab, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so a lot ! I can not hold serenity, nor can I turn back struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noise a mortal can construct to express both joy or pain. I learned a few new ones from victor Creed.

"goose egg to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue small-arm of shit ?"he says between grunts."Gon na pressure it in so far that it rips your guts apart, fairy boy."

He could almost make good on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely go along my mind on what I must do, but I have to strike it for a lilliputian while thirster. I want all of him inside me, in order to be sure.

Then he hits a place that turns the pain in the neck into agony.

"That's it, boy ! take away it all the way ! Oh, yeah ! ! !"

The moment I feel his musket ball slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the to the full intention of taking it along and leaving the ease of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the elbow room, and realize that I have been successful in my try. If there was any doubt, the shriek and cursing that reaches me even through the close door would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a subdued"poof ”. No turkey, but only the same gas that he used to captivate us ! I continue to prevail my breathing time.

Now I must trust that my conclusions about Logan being in this same building are correct. If not, once Victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to bring around, he will be able-bodied to hail after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may detonate the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is naught but a little corridor, with one door on the side reverse to mine and one room access next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must detect Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a track of blood behind me. There is only so often metre left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from loss of origin, for I know some of that blood is mine.

The doorway on the other incline of the Asaph Hall is ajar, revealing obvious living tail but no windows. The door at the end is locked.

I can feel the imperativeness in my lungs, as I run to try the door next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that simple ? Was Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the door to the outside, and Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely this threshold, but I am far from being certain.

If this is indeed where he is being held, I know what it looks like inside and can safely teleport. If not - fountainhead, if not, it does not matter. If Victor catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.

I picture the inside of the way, visualizing the layout and picking what should be a safe spot. I cross myself and teleport.

And find myself right next to Logan ! His centre flare all-encompassing with surprise and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the international door and clear of any obstacle. As I search for my next finish, we both suck in a welcome breath of air. He seems a bit foggy, as if he has inhaled at to the lowest degree one lungful of the gas.

There is an subject field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be thick jungle. All rightfulness, the far end of the helipad is the easily I can safely manage.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more times. Each fourth dimension, I grow weaker, sicker, and more worn-out.

Finally I have to stop. My genu go weak. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.

"Kurt, are you OK ? There's blood runnin'down your legs."

"Some of it - is not mine. But some of it might be."

"You don't mean - ?"

"Ja. I vas not even sure I could do such a thing, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the impulse to cat, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must help -"

This time he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a spliff and breaks off a scant piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more price to your mouthpiece. Now, push button as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the marijuana cigarette as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me promote with his finger's breadth in club to get a grasp on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not incite. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated cushion of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Mount Logan tosses the clay into the bushes around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya candid again. I just hope there's no worse damage recondite interior. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can retrieve something to stop the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely sure there is Thomas More damage, because I feel much worse than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not require to eff about that.

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a handful of spider web. That should avail. Best I can do, under the context. With us both naked like this, I can't even rip up a shirt or something."

I nod."Just - make sure - the spider is not - still in it."

"No put-on. Not now."I feel him pass around my buttocks and mob the cushy, muggy substance against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to promise that, you must first micturate indisputable you never do anything to merit it."

"No worries on that invoice, Elf."

"Victor - he vill produce it back ?"

"Yeah. It may read a few time of day and it will smart a lot, but he will. Don't lose any sleep over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these damn needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your cover girl ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the unity in my penis. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts to a greater extent than I had expected. A free fall of blood wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and grin through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before superior recovers enough to total lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which counselling did we come from ? I lost track after the get-go jump."

"About two kilometers, I think."I prop myself up a bit and feel around, then point.

Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the diametric counsel. Put your arms around my neck, I'm gon na have a bun in the oven you."

"I can -"

"No, ya can't. Do as I say."

As he lifts me in his arms, a discriminating spasm tears through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck opening even harder, and then die out.

After that I have no reproducible retention of what happened for the longest component of our trek through the hobo camp. I suspect I was unconscious much of the time, with blow over episodes of half-consciousness immix in.

The next thing I am for certain of is hearing Logan's voice. It seems to come from far away, but with each repetition it gets louder.

"Kurt ! Elf ! ! C'mon, darlin'! I need you here ! Kurt, please ! !"

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my dead body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying weaponry. At first I try to ignore the disturbance. I am so well-heeled here. No pain, no fright, just a fog of nothingness. But the part is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of annoyance role the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my oculus overt and my mind back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the verdure still surrounds us. bleary and confuse, I realize we are on the bank of a wide stretch of water.

"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to cross this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious and vulnerable. Do ya understand me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly still spot of ground at the base of a tree diagram. The trunk is so panoptic that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no arm lower than about 50 meters.

"You should be OK here, but could you ‘ port up to one of those branches if you had to ?"he asks.

He is covered with undercut and wale from insect bites, in varying microscope stage of healing. For the issue of that, so am I. But that is the to the lowest degree of my worries. My gut aches, I am weak as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the gamy temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to maneuver that out to Logan. He may possess guessed, but if he has not, I will allow him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

I look up at the branches, forcing my mind to center."Ja, I can get up there if I must. Go,"I urge him.

Extending his steel, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the humiliated branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick-skulled foliage. All I want to do is buy the farm out again, but I must not. There is always the theory that Victor is tracking us even now, not to bring up all the possible dangers that may lurk in a hobo camp such as this. decease follows all too easily in the wake of negligence in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree trunk in his hurriedness to reach the ground. upheaval and moderation mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of edifice in a clearing. Even if it's only a hamlet or grove, all we need is a sound or radio to reach the hall and get help. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too thick for me to take the air across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the military strength to ‘ interface us over there, or do I have to drown and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

swim is not prosperous for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it operose enough for him to continue afloat, much less tow somebody else. But I know he will do it if there is no other selection.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the spotlight of light from the setting sun dazzling my center. The space appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a vindicated reach of George Sand on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am imperfect and sick.

"I think I can do it, but can not be sure,"I admit.

He makes an effort to smile, adding a sardonic Bronx cheer."Same affair I'd say about my ability to drown across, darlin ’."

"Vell, since my vay is leisurely and faster, let us try that first."

I give him no time to dissent. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present tense position.

lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that low temperature and empty piazza that is so conversant to me. I feel faint, with inkiness mop up in on my visual sensation. I fight against it. I must be witting if I hope to get us back to our own realness !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far side of the river, so perilously confining to a tree that I could progress to out and contact it. Logan's face is distinctly greenness. My breadbasket doesn't feel too trade good either.

"Rough trip and a mucky landing,"he says with an effort at a peaked grinning."But any landing place you can take the air away from -"

"—is a soundly one,"I finish for him, trying to return his grinning but hoping I will not cast up instead."I am horribly athirst. Do you believe it vould be safe to drink from the river ?"

"rubber for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too adept and I don't want to work you worse."

"Dehydration may be a greater jeopardy to me than the body of water, right now. I vill contain the chance, if you vill help me."I try to come up, but can get no further than propping myself up on one elbow before my heading starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as often piddle as he can hold in the palm of his hand and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to avail. After a few more poor fistful, he shakes his head."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing water. The sun sinks behind the trees on the far position. Darkness will be here soon.

"How long have ve been out here, mein Schatz ?"

"I figure we escaped not long after daybreak, so that would make it the greater constituent of a day so far."

"Victor could be following us by now, nicht wahr ?"

"Yes. If he can find our scent to begin with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be Rubia tinctorum than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secrecy falls over us again. The water sits arduous in my tum, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one manus on my stomach, pressing gently. It feels punishing as a board. Not effective at all. I advertize harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

"Elf, what did ya do that for ? You sure you're not losin'it ?"

"I am merely confirming the diagnosis I have made for myself. That is all."

"I don't need to ask you for your conclusion. If you've decided that you're not in very good conformation, you're decent. I can pluck up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

"How about a little more to toast ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."

A few more fistful of water and I am again lifted securely in his limb, as easily as if I were a diminished minor. Now, at last, I can halt fighting the weakness and relax. My brain lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the hobo camp. The comforting darkness of oblivion holds me in its arm and I know naught more.



When I begin to occur to again, I have not even the speciality to unfold my oculus at world-class. I can tell I am lying on a punishing padded surface. Please God, we are not back in victor's handwriting ! !

vocalization echo through my drumhead, a strange spoken communication - Spanish ? No, but very close. Lusitanian ? Are we in brazil then ? That would explicate the rainforest and the language. As I listen, I find that my underlying knowledge of Spanish allows me to make out many of the words.

Through the haze of fever and bother, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a venous blood vessel. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical checkup adeptness. We have made it ! Leslie Townes Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's fount. No, just two strange fair sex, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dehydrated body.

Licking dry mouth, I try to verbalize."Agua, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. right field away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! aftermath up. Your friend is awake !"

I follow her with my eyes and find Mount Logan sprawled out on a cot over by the wall. I was not really worried about him, but it is still good to see him alive and well.

The womanhood returns quickly and holds a methamphetamine of water to my sass, helping me hold my foreland up enough to accept a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

By now, Logan is standing beside me. He reaches for my helping hand, taking it to his lips and, much to my astonishment, kissing it.

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill live. I think."

His worry breaks into a broad smile."Ya damn well better, after all the feat I went to luggin'yer carcass through the jungle."

"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for real, but it vould hurt too much."

He becomes grave."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any second now to pick us up. bent in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The adult female has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my head begins to finger light and my knowingness fades.

"Mount Logan -"

"Don't fight it, Elf. I'll look out for ya. You know that."

I try to smile, but am not sure as shooting if I succeed or not before I pass out.



backwash

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the Mrs. Henry Wood when I hear running footsteps behind me. Alarmed, I start to become but then Logan's voice calls out,"Kurt ! waiting up !"

Of course of action, I wait.

"What are ya doin'out of the infirmary, darlin ’,"he demands, as soon as he gets to me.

"I'm healing vell from the operating theatre and the contagion is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some clear exercise vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."

"And ya didn't even take in me along ?"

"It is so early, I vas sure you vould still be gone and I did not vish to upset you. Why are you up at this hr anyvay ?"

"I ain't been sleepin'so good lately. Too many dreams."

He looks rather dejected, so I stroke the side of his face gently with the tip of my tail."I vill be there tonight, mein Schatz."

He brightens up at that thought."You're really OK then ?"

"Ja."Seeing the gleam in his middle, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal sex for a near long vhile. And zilch too rough even then."

He captures the flatten end of my empennage, which is hovering in his vicinity, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many opening, darlin ’."

"Ja, it does indeed."

"Maybe we should go back right now and -"He leaves the rest hanging.

"I have been lying in bed in the hospital for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the need to move around in the impertinent air and sunshine again."

"No trouble. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in secrecy. The greens of the leave of absence and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than common and the variety of nature delights my centre, after staring at the beige bulwark of the infirmary for so long.

"Are we going someplace in particular or just walkin'?"

"Ve are going to my best-loved spot down by the shore of the lake."

"Isn't that variety of far away for your first walk ?"

"Not if ve beguiler a little."I grab him and ‘ port us both a couple of miles closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a lilliputian green around the gulls."

"You know I hate to be teleported, Elf. And that's supposed to be ‘ gills ’, not ‘ gull ’."

I give him a vex facial expression."Who cares ? It makes no more mother wit one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to strike his mind off the momentary sickness teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and pluck him along."seed on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the tree. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from victor's grasp, vere you not ?"

"Yeah. Uh - that reminds me. Darlin, we have to talk."

"Isn't that supposed to be my line ?"I say lightly.



"I'm bein'dangerous, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some time to reclaim first."

"Vell, I am now recovered. Vhat is it you vould like to sleep with ?"

"Are ya mad at me for screwin'around with superior while I was gone ?"

"That depends. Are you mad at me for screwing around with Storm and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"

"No. Surprised maybe, especially about Mystique. Not angry. After all, we've always said we had an open kinship, haven't we ?"

"Then you have my answer already. Surprised, ja. Angry, nein."

"Good. I just needed to make certain there was no misapprehension between us about what happened."

"There is not. But I vish you had told me about it sooner, so I vould have known before Victor told me."

"I was still trying to take over all the things he had told me about my past tense. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the veracious fourth dimension just never seemed to come."

"I believe you."I could recount there was more bothering him than just that."Vhat is it you are not saying, even now ?"

"I - well, it wasn't just that I had sex with him. That's not the uncollectible of it. The regretful is that I loved it. I loved it so a good deal that I spent an full month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life story. Yet it was awful. Brutal and evil and bloody."

"I can imagine."

"But something about it was - how can I key it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some ways. I didn't have to be careful not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that shit mother wit ?"

"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would savour it with a collaborator who is not so frail as I am, so easily damaged if he loses ascendence. With another mutant who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I can never give him that.

I take a breath, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, cognizant that I may not care the resolution."How much vere you tempted to continue vith him ?"

"I - uh - Very much. I very nearly did. I'm sorry, Elf, but I'd be lyin'if I said otherwise."

"I understand, and I prefer accuracy to lies. So vhy did you not stay ?"

"For one thing, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the war, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the wars were over, the globe wasn't a whole lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to live like that, and I knew I would ingest to, if I stayed with Victor."

"Then vhy did you remain there so long ? Other than the sex, that is."

"I guess I wanted to find out as practically about my past tense as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to guard off my next Bible before I could say them."I know, I know. That was unintelligent and I'm sorry."

"So am I,"I retort."But there's no use crying over shed milk, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one rightfield !"

"Ja. But at least I vas not the one who spilled the Milk in the first place,"I remind him.

We both get a laughter out of that.

"aspect, there is the lake just ahead of us."

We hurry the rest of the way through the tree. The water light in the early break of the day sun, as a light breeze skips over the surface. I drink in the expanse of blue angel, fringed with jet vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is brutal and uncaring, yet that is what our eye seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just happen to sustain a couple of granola bars in my pocket, the chocolatey ones you like so much. Want one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle adjacent to him, leaning my head on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the taste hold up as long as possible. Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense up as we sit together, staring across the lake.

"Uh - Elf ? There was more I wanted to recite you, beyond what I've said already."

I wince, not sure if there is any more he can say that I truly want to know. But I am the one who places so a lot grandness on honesty and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my munition just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't William Tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from sculptural relief."And you expect that to chafe me ?"

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me find better."

"Sometimes I just don't understand you, Kurt."

"It is wide-eyed. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even Thomas More than vith me nearly of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my hired man to stop him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to refund to me. Vhat More could I vant ?"

"wellspring, when ya put it that way, I suppose it makes sense."

"Of class it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, aught but the wilderness and your reverence for me, you vould not give birth given up something that vas of great value to you in decree to be vith me."

"You're looney, darlin ’."

"I do not recall so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly pose look on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to delivery and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so secure and tough as you are, but I can hold my own."

"doodly-squat, Elf ! Ya didn't just hold your own. You rescued me. Do you think I didn't notice that ?"

"So ve vill not any longer be hearing about how vorried you are that I am in danger just because ve are together ?"

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with fan, at least as a good deal as I can call back, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your past devotee. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, call back ?"

"Yeah. How could I draw a blank ?"He leans around to kiss me severely and long. As common, he ends up with blood on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp teeth. He rubs it absently away with the back of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

"Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the strange expression that crosses his face.

He gives me that shit-eating grin."How would the Incredible Amazing crawler like to muff me ?"

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. Suck me off. Or if you'd prefer to be fancy, do the act of fellatio on me."

"I know vhat you mean. It is just that no one, including you, has ever asked that of me before. Or at least not after I smile at them and they see vhat my teeth look like."

Suiting actions to news, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his rightfield mind vould put his penis into my lip, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally control yours up to my lips vhen you are ready, so I can fuddle your cum."

I lick my rim at the thought, recalling the opinion and the taste of him.

"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do more, wouldn't ya ?"

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally shred vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an audible clicking stochasticity"—make it necessary for you to re-grow said manhood, as Victor doubtless had to."

"Ya wouldn't do that to me, and I know it."

"Not deliberately, no. But in the warmth of passion -"

I leave that suspension as I start to digest up. He grabs my tail and pulling me back down.

"Ach, you know I hate it vhen you do that !"I protest.

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the plaza where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a seeable cicatrice. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to correspond to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the incandescence that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

"clear your mouth as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"

I nod, my sassing still stretched surface. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular stick where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as about of the rest of my joints.

He sticks his forefinger between my teeth."Here. sucking on this and let me see what happens."

I can do that and still keep my tooth clear of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his pollex is not so prominent around as his erect penis, but I can not speak with my backtalk full.

"Keep suckin ’. I want to try something."

The hand that was on my tail moves around to the front to reach down into my sweatpants and take cargo area of my turncock. As my body reacts to this, my back talk closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to happen. You've got ta pay more attention to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."

I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well make more bloodshed.

He leaves his pollex in my mouth, which is just as well, because I am starting to love sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.

I let my eyes close, imagining I have something more concern between my lips, wondering how it would feel.

His handwriting goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not oppose by forgetting about my teeth. No lineage this time.

"That's it, darlin ’. You're learnin ’."

He is now rubbing his calloused palm over the tip of my tit. I refuse to be distracted from my task, even though my son of a bitch is getting hard and my empennage is twitching with delight.

"Ya can let go of my thumb now, darlin ’,"he says, his voice harsher and his breathing more ragged. I know what that means."Want me to lie down for ya ?"

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His mouth give a petty upwards quirk as he rises to his fundament."You're a unusual one, Elf."

"I know."

"I should be on my articulatio genus to you. You're the one who saved our lives."

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening shaft jutting out above the textile. His loggerheaded pubic tomentum obscures the theme, but his foreskin has already begun to thread back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the characteristic olfactory sensation of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to get along before I take him, since I do not expect to be able-bodied to keep my backtalk open as wide as will be necessary for a long fourth dimension.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the doll and the insect sing their call, and the fragile lapping of the waves on the shore keep time. The breeze brings forth a rustling of leaves from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's eubstance from my new vantage compass point, my fingers teasing his shaft with blue-blooded tactual sensation, soon changing into a steady cam stroke as they combine to have got him within a clenched fist. His pelvic arch begin to affect in prison term with my beat and he groans.

I lick the top dog of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sensitive Saint Ulmo's light, then add my lips, sucking his twat. How often have I taken this wondrous part of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a affair it is, to be able to cause such joy.

In a agile flash of wizard, I remember how it felt to ‘ embrasure while taking winner's cock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the retentivity. Would I have done that, if I did not have sex he could cure ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Mount Logan's body is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my sass to take him in, my sassing pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not comfy for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any hurt, but only give him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my backtalk, tentatively at first, then with Thomas More sureness as he meets with no hurting. As he hits the back of my throat, I can not curb a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to hold him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.

"O god, Elf, that feels so fuckin'respectable,"I hear him say above me."So damn fuckin'good."

A thrill runs through me at his Book, and I try severely to devour his prick fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his drive as well as I can. His manus touches the back of my head, but he does not try to squeeze me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmurs,"So serious, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to breathe around the objective now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer keep open my back talk as wide open. I feel him come up one of my glower dentition and appreciation stemma, but it does not appear to gravel Logan at all. He is very stopping point to coming now. Soon he will -

With a guttural growl, he pushes forward heavily and holds there for an instant, his body trembling as his cum spurts into my pharynx. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more short-change thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous image flashes across my judgement : kneeling at the altar track as the priest lays the dedicated Wafer on my lingua, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a unlike form of sanctity ? At one and the Saami time, I beg my God for pardon and whirl thanks for the almost unendurable sweetheart of this moment.

Then my mouthpiece is empty and Mount Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me close against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His hands unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a toilsome and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his hand on the sensible anatomy than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Mount Logan raises his bridge player to his lips and sucks the slick glob of ejaculate into his back talk, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our clapper intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a trench sharing between us.

We break apart, and he pulls me down to lie with my head on his arm in the cool off grass.

"Not bad for your inaugural try, Elf. Not bad at all."

"I do not think that vill ever become my first option for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from English to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a snake in the grass, and could dislocate my jaws in order to svallow large objects."

"Just be gladiolus ya never had to pass on victor a coke job, darlin ’."

I must make looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only Makin'a caper. Relax."

But already the image has flashed across my creative thinker of Victor's hired hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his shriek of pain sensation rings through my head.

"Hold me, Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his dresser, his arms clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

"Here."He takes my script and leads it to his abdomen."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"

"Ja."I take a deep breathing spell and unbend a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't mislay me, ya silent Boche,"he says, ruffling my hair's-breadth."I don't get lost easy, unless I want to."

"You called me a dim Kraut."

"Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I ? Sorry. It was all that High German cussin'you did to Victor, I guess."

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya think I didn't learn most of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will hold to being a bit flurry about the onion plant and the chandelier though."

Now it is my turn to laugh. As our laughter dies away, I prop myself up on my elbow joint and wait down into his face.

"So maybe now ve get a hazard to live happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"

"I wouldn't count on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't counting on it."





German Translation blaze HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! beloved God !

Bitte, Victor, nein ! Please, Victor, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn ! Go to hell, you son of a whore !

Scheisse ! Shit !

Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the scum of the solid ground !

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You nasty puppet ! You piece of manure !

Schatz, verstehst du ? Darling/Sweetheart, do you understand ?

Entschuldigung. amnesty me.

Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht ! Go to the deuce, ass-face !

Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln ! Darling/Sweetheart, don't despair !






GERMAN transformation. .. LIKE A sport SCORNED

Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in German, but this has been used so often in the strip that I feel it's less blur, especially since Was has a import in English.

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No Sir Thomas More ! Stop !

Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so dass du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !

Filthy pig ! You should turn into a chandelier, so you can fall during the day and suntan by night !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The Devil take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy animal !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese warlike humanistic discipline term which has been established in a old tale that they both understand. )

Hab ‘ nen plan ! I have a architectural plan !
( Colloquilism for"Ich habe einen Plan.")

Sei bereit ! Be quick !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Bufo marinus Spanish people for water system



High German TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my hoarded wealth )

Was ist los ? What's haywire ?

Scheisse ! motherfucker !

Ich will dich nicht verlieren.
I do not want to lose you.

Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in German, but this has been used so often in the comics that I feel it's less fuddle, especially since Was has a substance in English.



STORY ARC - In rules of order

dawning Devotions
Something a lilliputian Different
As the sprig is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My tongue
You Win, Elf
blaze Hath No Fury