This is the one-sixth taradiddle of a much longer news report arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German words or musical phrase at the end. However, I have tried to construct the meaning fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO FURY. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a fairytale, we should by right hand have reached the parting where Mount Logan and I would live on happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my mind and I open my eyes, I get the melodic theme that is not what is going to happen.

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

In any cause, there was a muted"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 boundary and the trading floor was coming up to meet me fast.



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes open. I am in a low room with hopeful lights, stark white paries, no windows,
and only one door. I can see the binding of a rather bulky man standing near one of the rampart, looking at a figurer concealment. Above his head teacher there are six large Monitor, which are all dummy. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to value my situation.

I am lying on my back on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some sort of restraints around my radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis, which hold my hands down by my position and my legs straight but slightly broadcast apart. My fundament is pulled down between my pegleg, with something clamped around the narrowest function, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something smashed and grueling fastened around my cervix. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those device that prevent variation from using their powers ! I try very slowly to levy my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can finger that the device does not encircle my total neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to trap me in this way apparently does not understand I can easily teleport out of such restraints. Perhaps he does not even realize I can teleport at all. That would be courteous. I could be rid in an wink, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no mind what is behind any of these paries. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not give it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and contain my chances. Not a thoroughly bet, even under the near of circumstances.

And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That opinion is enough to mail a sting 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 idea who he is, but in some manner, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscular tissue, dark haircloth, moody optic. He even has the same form of extravagant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit light than Mount Logan's. His pilus is also shorter, and it has begun to pull back slightly at his temples. His face is more square off, with heavier jowls. His nose is straight, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty good deal. There is nil but cruelness in his smile.

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to agnize that teleporting might be a fault, since you can't get out of this way 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 outfox 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 arrest around your neck that are supposed to be able to prevent a mutant from using his ability, aren't you ? The answer is bare : the engineering science just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the clip, but they don't all work all of the fourth dimension. Besides, being myself a variation, I just have this distaste to the shucks things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and form out how to capture and hold the particular variation, or mutation, that I'm after. Makes for Thomas More of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that foul smile again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so heed carefully."

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

"As it happens, I can do respectable than that. I can designate you."

He raises one hand and points a outback control gimmick toward the blank proctor. All six blind come to life, showing me images of Logan from different Angle and at varying space. He is standing rout and stark naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in stead by a curiously-designed organisation of heavy restraints and metal Browning automatic rifle. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and slashes and assorted other injury, but they are clearly in the cognitive operation of healing. His psyche sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, sister. He can't hear you. The video is on both shipway, but the audio recording's turned off right 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 mouse click again."That will economize me from having to recite the linguistic rule over again to him."

Logan is obviously witting, since he raises his top dog and looks around as he hears our vocalization. I can see his lips move.

"Forget it, jemmy. We can't hear you."

For a consequence, Logan and I stare at each former's range of a function in the varan.

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing chasteness that would defend Jimmy, since his nipper can cut through shucks near everything. However, even if he can exsert them, he can't get escaped unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in office. It would give birth been well-to-do enough to simply fix his forearms and custody back straight against a bulwark, so that he couldn't use his claw to cut himself open, but I wanted him in a location that gave me memory access to his body from all directions, not just the figurehead. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the alloy restraints that enclose his subdivision from above his elbows to the ends of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his claw, if he bothers to extend them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the upright 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 storey I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to rest 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 curt strand connecting the cuff around his ankles to the level, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to make far enough to give up me. On the other hand, 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, grim boy. Over clip, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a skillful padded mesa. Now pay attention, both of you, and hear to how it's going to be."

After a quick glance in Logan's direction, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know Jimmy's power well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business concern to learn the demarcation of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the centre of nowhere and there aren't very many open quad in the area around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this edifice or its environment. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very standardised building, far enough away so that it's out of visual range of a function and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might incur it eventually, but that would demand metre, more clock time than you could afford.

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

"You hear that, jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your little buddy here. puddle me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your boldness when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken supererogatory safeguard with you. There are detector in your restraints that will oppose to your sudden absence by detonating the bombs in both building. You might economize your own biography 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 hold on all this in judgement if you are tempted to turn, shall I say, disobliging 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 zippo, hoping he will let splay something that could be utilitarian.

gift each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to head for the hills and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to find out the early one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to bring in Jimmy scream, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And ideate how much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the depiction ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the monitor, I can see a looking of sudden hurt come over Mount Logan's face.

The man gives a deep chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Logan."What's the matter, jimmy ? Don't want your fiddling admirer to make out what went on between us ? Don't want him to love how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the Grant Wood, and you loved it ?"

From the expression on Logan's face, this man is telling the truth. I close my eyes and try to sustain my shock and pain hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His finger grab my chin and turn my face toward him. He shakes his drumhead as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be sort of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a snug look, shall we ?"

He takes time lag of my lower jaw and opens my back talk, turning my head from one side to the other and surveying my direful taste of dentition. They are not my best feature and I am acutely mindful of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the big top of my lowly teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose tooth are being examined to be sure as shooting the beast is not one-time and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets forged when he uses his thumb to feel along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the ones in the midriff. He presses his finger down on the dot of the acuate one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stay his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no Noel Coward, but I'm no motley fool either. If zip else, your sass gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a abruptly jape."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."wellspring, you don't feel like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll phone call you my lilliputian blue-blooded queen boy. You like that ?"

I shake my mind vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would vocalise too silly. guess I'll stick to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call off you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my gens's winner. master church doctrine, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jemmy's sidekick. well, stepbrother. Same father, different mothers. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The Sami healing factor, but not such prospicient claws."

He holds up a hired man to prove me the short pointy slightly curved chela that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently yarn-dye, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All correct, I am more impressed now.

"All natural, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a expression over his shoulder at the proctor, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not see.

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

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

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not care to take this particular item inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black glass, cool and smooth. Should feel really good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former manus to run the sharp tips of his claw teasingly along the line of work of the scratch on my lower stomach, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to settle if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blue and kind of on the tightly fitting side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A see little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

"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 middle slightly."All the rest of these too ?"He gestures at my body.

When I nod, he looks closer."Very peachy and pretty. How did you establish them come out so precise ? Scars can mend in sloppy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take care vith the cut. Even scars from injuries do not puddle too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the intestine to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a niggling, fairy boy."He looks again at my wretched bewildered peter, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get toilsome."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me show you a unique feature of this table you're lying on. Like jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in former ways."

Much to my mortification, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my feet can be slid back and forth along the incline, chasteness and all, then refastened wherever winner wants them. The constraint 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 understructure 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 soft if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some musical theme of what you can take without incurring any grave damage, in parliamentary procedure to get a dependable idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a picayune lubricating substance on the dildo, just to evince that I mean no harm."Another venomous grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the prison term 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 initiative, I find myself at a passing for Book, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A voguish input at this fourth dimension could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shot around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels good and I know he is redress about relaxing. All in good order, I will get together, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to measure me in this way, it would be dependable to make him underestimate what I can live with, rather than overrate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw soft touch on your vertebral column, nance boy. Jimmy may mean 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 device for a metre, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to load down up his thing and hike back to the nearest Ithiel Town, he waylaid him, convincing him to ride out a short longsighted by offering to tell him about his past.

"He's a sucker for anyone who says they can fulfil him in on what he's been and done. It was easily to win over him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the truth most of the time and bells started ringing in his chief. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might enjoy the tactual sensation, and I can assure that my eyes are beginning to glow. 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 face back.

"clear your eyes, fairy boy,"he edict me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."

I obey. Victor makes the joining between my oculus and my hardening pecker. He takes hold of it, moving his manus relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my prepuce by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my trunk's natural reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it encounter. I will oppose it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your shaft,"he concludes."Very interest gist. 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 more to play with on an uncut phallus. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a spell but travel it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will pass. My penis will extend to become engorged, trying vainly to advertise the head free of my becharm foreskin.

"This would be a honorable sentence for me to tell you how 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 stopping point thing I would wish to hear, for it would continue to arouse me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the matter he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to wrestle in pain as my turncock stiffens further. I can not suppose that I will get hard enough to actually deplumate my foreskin, 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 Lapp affair, but simply refused to cut the thread no matter what happened. retrieve about that for a patch, fairy boy."

I do, and I do not particularly delight the range of a function it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activity he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might decrease my foreplay.

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 raging Jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another sharp push. I am beginning to come near my limit, as far as the width goes. In order to induce him opine I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, 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 in a lot, fairy boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this little child here."He twists it, pulls back, then pushes forward.

"Gaahh ! Bitte, Victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning Thomas More pain in the ass than he is actually causing.

A lower cross his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Hun, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the accent. I hate High German. defeat a shitload of them in the last Earth War. Wouldn't nous killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Boche shit, fairy boy. Say it in English people, if you expect me to realize, much less do as you ask."

"Please, master, no -- no More. It hurts like nether region,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not see simple German. Or he wants to make me remember he does not understand it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent annoyance by struggling against his adhesion and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the issue, footling sidekick ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. desire me to ferment on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and split up you properly open, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your sorry 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 narrate him no, as my concentrated pecker would clearly show it to be a lie. superior 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, queer boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as a lot notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't trouble about that happening, since I don't do placate very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to bear future to me, readjusting the table so that my ramification are again straight down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one script on my chest and begins to trace the scratch with the point of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.

I want him to hold back talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torture us ? These construction and all this equipment must have cost a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit mazed, as if he is more matter to in my scars than in the discussion."I would never have been able-bodied to yield all this stuff, except that some very copious and very powerful folks hired me to ingest down the fearsome carcajou. You're just confirming damage. They think I'm going to kill jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

"Vill these mighty 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 early equally herculean kinsfolk and be safe. Or at to the lowest degree as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positions his pincer around the areola, pricking just enough to draw blood."Now listen, and listen respectable. If you behave well, I can free up one of your arms so that it's on a light chain. That way, you can reach the water bottle I've got on a ledge under the tabular array 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 depend on me to crap both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such issue, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The pincer prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for awe it would drag those points through my form."If you're fabrication to me, stand in idea that jemmy will be the one to support for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to mention being left to lie in your own weewee and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The hook draw away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a unretentive length of Ernst Boris Chain to the metal cuff around my leftfield articulatio radiocarpea then releasing the handlock from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, babe, just like I promised. Reach around under the table and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a formative bottleful of water, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a short maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my lips and select a few swallows. 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 door."I'm gon na lead you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can talk thing over. I'm not going to tell you what prison term it is, or even whether it's day or Night. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a minuscule more fun."

He clicks the removed dominance as he gets to the threshold."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doors will only wreak by a voice bid from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimicker. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some gimcrack word at the door. There is only secrecy in the room, as Logan and I stare at each early. Mount Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottleful and then testing the length of chain again. I can get hold of most of the way to my font and a picayune way down below my hips.

"Ja, just fine, all affair considered. Is this master 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 small blood feud. 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 require to know."

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every reason to know how very closely sex is linked with violence in his brain, so what he tells me should come as no surprisal, and yet it hurts.

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

I take a breath and exhale, trying to banish the chill 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 tone. His head is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should know that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my demerit you're in this mess. I fucked up big meter. I never should let 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 receive 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 simply window I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

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

"Yeah, but I didn't tell you the reason. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the rightfield time."

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

He winces, but continues to depend at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should cause told you the details immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your love, overpower my care. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

"No matter 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 enough there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false wretchedness in my vocalisation. If Victor is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at face note value and think our situation is hopeless.

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

Good. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of Hope, I have surely convinced Victor.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan promise to rescue me. That will put Victor's focus on him as a potential rescuer, rather than me. That could number 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 sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to call you Jimmy instead of Mount Logan ?"

"No ! Jimmy may be who I was, but I'm Logan now, no topic what that wretched son-of-a-bitch phone call me !"

"trade good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and pick out advantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since master could return at any meter. The to a lesser extent ve talking of safety valve vhen he may be listening, the better."That last part is for superior's pinna, more than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not desire victor to watch anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are unsounded, each trying in his own way to loosen and calm down himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time Victor restoration, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangement. Not altogether neat, but right than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the cuff around my articulatio radiocarpea into its place by my side. Then he faces Logan on the Monitor."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your oral fissure shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

master turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to work nice this time, my little blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my lips. When I try to turn my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my back talk with his rima oris, his clapper pressing intemperate, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my dentition. I open my backtalk slightly. When he tries to agitate his vantage, I bite his natural language. Not hard enough to do good damage, but hard enough to draw off bloodline. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my second joint a stinging slap.

If anything, the painfulness of his prick natural language 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 tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will discerp his spit near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A ho-hum grin cattle farm across his cheek, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got flavour, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just dissolve into tears and set about begging for clemency, at first anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of occur, what do you like, spoil ? What do you venerate ? What do you absolutely detest ?"

"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 hook rest against the base of my scrotum."It would make more sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his traction tightens only enough to imbibe blood."I think you can imagine what would happen if I closed my fist right now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

"I vould very likely bleed to death. And your footling game vould be over almost before it began."

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

"Ja, I am very for certain. If you simply vanted me abruptly, you vould have killed me at the very beginning."

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not decide whether he is more angry or amused. divert wins. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the monitors."That true, jemmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Mount Logan nods, heedful not to say anything.

"musical score one for the blue fairy,"Victor says cheerfully."No more threats of immediate expiry. However,"-- his good humor changes abruptly -"if you don't step it down some, you'll be feeling some quick annoyance. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a question. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is dire to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not disoblige 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 opine I have felt so helpless before someone else since I was a shaver, before I could teleport. But I must not let my veneration show. This man would get laid exactly how to use it to break me.

"Let's jump again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the bakshish of his claws lightly across my bureau, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his digit. cicatrix tissue is less sensitive than ordinary flesh, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost titillation. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to hide the glow I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not enshroud the stiffening of my penis.

"It would appear you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."Open your eyes, boy, and go along them open. I want to be able to see just how very much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to conceal my treasonous heart, my shame deepens. I do not want to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially true as I know Logan is watching.

His finger reach my genital organ. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his helping hand, squeeze and releasing in a easy, stabilize calendar method of birth control, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar twitch start out deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible joy. Yes, that is working. I can terminate 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 leer in his interpreter."Sure you do. You're squeamish and hard now. save it up, child. seminal fluid for me. point 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 cock and orchis. I will brush off it. I will not make out. I will decompress. I will recollect of how lots I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, nothing else.

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

"English, you mother-fucker ! English !"His grip tightens, finger's breadth digging into my scrotum.

This is not good. I want him to let me anathemise in German. How can I convert - Ah, I have it !

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

"So you use that Boche gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to know 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 grinning he gives me is cunning and cruel.

"Too late, nance boy. I already know. Besides, I strongly suspect you're cursing me out, and you can't insult 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 ‘ diddlyshit ’. I've heard it before."

I pretend to be even more alarm, turning my head away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not surprised 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 squeeze is becoming harder now, more afflictive. He pinches cruelly, or pricks his claws into me here and there.

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the same tone of voice, but with my eye focused on Mount Logan's image in the admonisher, 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 Mount Logan knows, I can communicate with him and master will not take in it.

I have barely begun to bask this youngster triumph when Victor decides to deepen tactics.

"Maybe my deal just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Sir Thomas More intense. I just materialise to have a decent ingathering of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic measure smooth charge plate, culture medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and available in an attractive bright pinko. Do you like it on the out of doors, or the inside ? No result ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course of instruction, I have had some experience of such matter and I know they are entirely howling. The speedy trembling gets to the titillating cheek endings like nil else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to pull it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that space inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for foreplay and satisfaction. I am gasping with the elbow grease of simultaneously wanting to hail and struggling to prevent it.

"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you're enjoying this, child. Let me see it."

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in despair. My thighs tremble and my entire body tremble in the grip of my contradictory desires.

Then Victor touches another smaller but more intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping rooster. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's material nice. Real nice. You're getting to me, fag boy. face. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard peter."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these daylight. But not now. Now I want to see you fare. That's just what I need to be gear up to put the real thing into jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My spine arches and my rose hip lift up from the board, involuntarily seeking to capture the source of that tantalizing genius.

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

He is right. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it trench inside, the air pressure climb, the rhapsodic Wave of pleasure cresting and ready to break. In a last dire travail to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to nurse back. A violent satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing Wave of golden joy turning my dead body into Shangri-la. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feel of the slideway of fluid through my member, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensiveness of the spasms that continue on within my consistency, while everything is locked and held down voiceless 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 test me simulated, I pretend zippo has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to unstrain as the intensity of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not hump such a thing was possible !

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

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

I gather my scattered wits and reply casually,"Now, winner, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

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

"Oh, did I draw a blank to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very potent emotions, including anger and craze ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is nonchalant and becalm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to burst again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not voice at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharp thunder in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head teacher turn with the blow, to minimize the damage. Even so, my lip split against the full point of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a hysteria of frustration, then leans over me and snarls,"living that up, fairy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of matter before I'm done with you."

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

He just laughs, wiping off the pedigree with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to desire to toy my plot by the linguistic rule, I think I'll go play with your boyfriend for a patch. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my aid than you are."

As master stomps out of the room, I start counting the bit between the time he leaves here and the time he appears in the other room with Logan, in the Hope that I can get some idea of how far away the other building is located.

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

Meanwhile, I have no alternative but to see master rape Logan, using none of the upkeep and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can anguish Mount Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as superior savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.

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

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing Victor's fount and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to leave in, apply him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly wound, but that is not a circumstance in Logan's sheath. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must bear witness that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when last we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires superior's attentions.

And so I watch in secretiveness. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more control over his sexual reception than I do. Either way, for all Victor's striving, he can not gain Logan get along, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climaxes of his own.

Finally, master gives up on the exploit and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his craze and frustration. Suddenly, his posture alteration, he takes a cryptical breathing space and seems to cause come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to move over me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to micturate you give way me your pain instead."

One clawed hand reaches down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the home just as he did mine. I can see from the look on Mount Logan's face that he too knows what will come next.

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a stuffy up of Logan's depressed body. I can not tear my eyes away from it as victor's pincer extend and go in."thigh-slapper for me, petty crony. I want to hear it. And I want your little juicy tooth fairy to hear it also."

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

Victor's fingers take out downward, the sharp claws cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The hind end of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"Stop being the strong silent type, little brother. Unless you want to watch me do this to your roll in the hay buddy once I'm finished with you."

The chela finally dig in to the nut as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distend figure at the undersurface gives way, leaving Victor holding Mount Logan's skewered balls in his hired hand. He continues to commit downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody porta.

"What's more authoritative to you, jemmy ? Your pride, or your devil lover ?"

Logan throws his head back and roars out his bother and despair.

I start on my common litany of torment in High German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonize care, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the dirty names I am calling Victor.

His continued belly laugh pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Mount Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own Hope active. You know full well he will pull through this.

Holding Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, master laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the rip spout down from Mount Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the hold up laugh will be mine, no issue what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the display, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so ferocious that I try to pluck my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him enough that I can get a clutches on his forearm with my fingernails and deplume out a chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the passion burn in my eye reflected in my glowing optic. His hand move toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp claw touches 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 rest again.

He takes the outback dominance from his pocket."There. I've shut off the audio both ways. You can lie here and watch while Jimmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."

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

He is powerful. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so much to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will acknowledge when he is whole again. It is nothing abruptly of amazing to watch when his soundbox literally re-grows a part. However, it does take prison term and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of infliction as it happens. If I were not trying to be inviolable for his rice beer, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how prospicient it took, but at finale he looks at me with something other than hurting in his expression. I smile tentatively and parent one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the quarter round up sign with my bridge player. He can not reply in kind, 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 bequeath hand simplicity and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last-place time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be no-good you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to fall in me what I want. This time, you're not going to ingest a choice."

I do not like the auditory sensation of that, but I say nothing.

"Now, how do I want to configure things ?"He glances from me to the varan."Let's let Jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able to make himself heard."He sets the ascendancy."Do we require to be capable to take in his response ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go inkiness.

"Do you two ever play with electricity, fairy boy ?"

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis hard with his in-between finger's breadth, smiling as I wince."English language, call up ? Unless you're cursing at me, that is."

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

It does not take care particularly telling. Just a form of a hold with a clear deoxyephedrine globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the drinking glass lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very small version of those plasm world in science museums, where the discharge follow your finger's breadth around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my properly pap, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small-scale sparks saltation between the wand and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if midget feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in foreplay, and my nipples grow taut.

superior turns a dial on the box, and a brighter flicker jumps the gap. I gasp at the piercing snap of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause rattling pain.

He moves the globe to my remaining side, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more aroused by the strange notion that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not want this to happen !

He begins to hunt a assembly line of fierce sensation 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 mole, my consistence arches uncontrollably and I throw my foreland back as far as the metallic element stripe around my neck opening will allow. My dentition clench as I try to stifle a moan in anticipation of how it will palpate when it reaches my phallus. Instead, the sparks move to one side, running down the interior of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my down abdomen, following the pattern of the cicatrix that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a prospect to think more than clearly. After fighting so arduous against coming during the last school term, I am certainly not about to make in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claw piercing his scrotum, ripping out his ballock, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this image held firmly in my judgement, my penis hesitation. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the glint still dancing across my organic structure just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to bet the same game we played last time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks saltation rapidly up the length of my shaft, then concentre on the end, striking my disclose glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock vellication reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the roue steadily dripping down to the story, and the plenty of his orb clutched in Victor's mitt. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sense deep in my jetty, I deliberately try to conquer it. I will not let this fall out !

victor finally gives up. But why does his voice speech sound so pollyannaish when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, pouf boy. I could turn this up much higher, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in mind. Looks like you win this round."

He leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small-scale cart with some kind of mechanism on it. He parks it adjacent to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several time and miscellaneous electric switch and buttons on the front.

"deprivation to take a guess, sister ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a wind : this is a medical device that's used to get seminal fluid from a man who can not blurt out, for one intellect or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

"Get the picture ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do damage, but when it's applied to the arena around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it palpate good or does it offend ? 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 process is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real W. C. Handy about this table, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the intact section that is usually between my legs folds down, taking my arse along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my leg knack at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My head has run back to a documentary film I once watched about getting semen from swag bulls. It did not appear all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the stream was turned on.

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

He plays around with the investigation, clearly doing Sir Thomas More than is essential to find the properly lieu near my prostate.

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

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

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much durable, remember ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a replacement on the box."The usual operation is to go to the level best setting right from the commencement, keeping it on for a distich of arcsecond. Then repeat that until the trust resultant are obtained, usually about seven or eight attempt. That seems too quick for me, so I'll start at the lowest setting and work my way up. That should give you a chance to relish the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first gear, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather courteous, actually. But I know that will not concluding. I am proven right after only a few increases in power. There appears to be a point where the flavor of tingling excitement and meek tensing of the muscles changes into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can cause burns, but surely a medical gimmick meant to be used on humans would hold back short of that. Each time now as winner pushes the button that turns on the electric current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my inside are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire depress eubstance convulses and my pelvic girdle thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me real hot. prevent it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"O.K., fairy boy, we're at the top of the scale. 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 battle and I know it. My screams get louder and foresightful each clock time, until finally I can not check my body from reacting.

"That's honorable, babe. A few more times 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.

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a thoroughly one. Just a couple More and we'll be done."

By the clip he stops, my sinew are cramping and my legs and poop are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

He removes the condom from my twitching penis and Set it aside, then draws the investigation out of my rectum."Doesn't looking at as if that was much 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 help you out a little."His work force press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscles carefully so that his claws do not seriously dig into me.

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

I look sticker at him. I want nothing to a greater extent than to ‘ port myself loose of the chasteness and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Mount Logan's way that is supposed to be knock-down enough to kill someone with that same healing agent, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be will to take the luck that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

sufficiency thought process. I should be responding with more bane, but I have used up well-nigh of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish oath I once heard and wrench it into German as C. H. Best I can remember it.

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

No one can accuse me of not having a sense of mood, even under these fortune. I called him a filthy pig and said he should turn into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and burning by night.

"Tsk tsk, queer boy. That sounded nasty. Guess you're pretty tempestuous at me."The hand on my belly change into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive pressure points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to worm away from the annoyance, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own bloomers and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, infant, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"

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

"That was tangible nice."His rim quirk ironically."Next you get to look out me spend a penny Jimmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the settings on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's face and get a line his ragged breathing.

"Maybe jimmy'll have enough sense to give me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's image."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more co-op ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his exclusively reply.

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

Returning the table to its common situation, he gives me a final examination pat on the belly, then turns away to gather everything together on his short cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could sustain heard me, I would consume told him to kick in winner what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to prove a power point.

So once again, I can do nothing but watch and listen as victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a stream that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a sentence, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of course of study, he is made to blunder several sentence, just as I had been. I do not be intimate if the current was enough to hold on his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When master is done, Mount Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his head drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitor lizard go Black person and the verbalizer falls silent.


It is not very long before Victor comes into my elbow room, a self-satisfied smirk on his look and a theme cup in his bridge player.

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

I look from the cup to his construction, 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 sentence watching the recordings of Recent events."

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

"virtually of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my leftfield hand."I vill toast it all, for the sake of the office that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my activeness to my words, even to the item of ostentatiously licking my lips 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 mitt, crushes it, and flings it across the way."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

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

Since he left my deal fastened only by the string, I reach down for the bottle of pee and hire a sip, as I wonder if victor is even now offering Mount Logan a report cup. I am peculiar as to how he will respond, but the monitors and Speaker have not been turned on, so I must contain my curiosity for the time being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything winner has said about the dud which will go off if I get out of my control. I begin to consider he has lied, and, if so, then how many other thing has he said that might also be lies ?


Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his control, with multiple bleeding stroke down the insides of both thighs. His look is set in a painful face, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. master is nowhere to be seen.

I am glad simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one objet d'art. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and start to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a great deal of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouthpiece then spue it into his nerve, because most of it was his."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 own said that. I do not want Victor to even think that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been able-bodied to stop him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in metre, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not require Victor to blame up on the fact that I can use it to catch Mount Logan's attending during my round of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your finger cymbals are 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 best there is at everything, you know."

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

"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the lonesome province, and the guiltiness that comes vith it vhen you fail."

"Well, I can't see that I'm doin'very estimable at getting'us outta this batch so far. I'm just as helpless against winner as you are."

I do not make love how to respond to that, considering that victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.

"I should never have 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 on-key !"

Logan shakes his oral sex in denial, but he does not iron the point.

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to pieces by victor's dud ? You may be tough to kill, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an supercilium."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many small-arm, and those pieces were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main degree."Promise me, Elf. I need to recognise that you'll save yourself, if at all possible."

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

"I vill do everything vithin my office to relieve my own life. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison and sigh hopelessly."But I have no musical theme how I could get out of here vithout blowing us both up, so it really makes no difference."

From the looking on Logan's brass, I know my answer does not entirely gratify him. He also does not desire to believe I have given up.

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

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

victor's vocalisation comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal passion and cultism to each former. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our thought process, and those cerebration are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a roughly idea of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few matter I must know before I dare try it. There are too many unknown, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to give birth to do.

In the silence and the purdah, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Bob Hope that I can cerebrate of a just way out of here. I try not to lie too a great deal on my eventual destiny, if I can not escape, nor on Logan's, but it is strong to keep such considerations out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my parcel of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is desirable of the God I choose to love and idolise, despite my many doubts and question. Either way, I can not sound off.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given pee now and again. The floor has a drainpipe strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, superior cleans up when requirement. It is almost sealed that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely depute these rather disagreeable task to person else if he could.

Every metre master leaves me, I have counted the instant until he appears in 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 appraisal range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate edifice, but not at any outstanding space. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two construction, as he claims, but I can not try it to be impossible from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two secernate building, the threat of a dud that could stamp out Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill superior also.

I can make a approximative guess as to how wide the walls of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when superior comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large objects outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not love what is directly outdoors of this construction, or if the out-of-door room access is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a longsighted time before victor returns. As usual, he wastes no sentence fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio and the video, so my middle go directly to Logan's image. His head airlift as he hears that the speakers are active. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thigh, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very piddling force per unit area. In fact, it feels all too trade good. If I did not know the repugnance those terrible claw could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my bum, where the short skin senses sends chill of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the affair, baby ?"Victor asks, his voice sarcastically dulcet."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. commodity. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that theatrical role of my physical structure reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my fundament. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under aerofoil of my rear, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my butt, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my consistence. After all, my tail can hold my weight and do good deal of other fairly strenuous affair, so how spiritualist could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you have intercourse ?"

He taps a fingerbreadth against his nose."Same way jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sense of smell also."

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

He is still intent on handling my tush, much to my discouragement. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily strain around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My hips are also not restrained, so I can strike around to an extent, to take some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experimentation here, fairy boy. I just happen to have got this courteous leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy affair to a greater extent if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my headspring, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame this will keep me from seeing your beautiful radiance centre, 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 form of arrest 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 adopt it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so. However, knowing this does not score me feel a whole lot better about it.

I feel a sharp prick down near the end of my tooshie, just above the metal isthmus that holds it down.

"How would you like another fancy cicatrix, babe ? I could use this scalpel to wee one ripe here."

I seriously doubtfulness he has a scalpel, but it is insufferable to tell just from what I felt. Another visible radiation cock, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to keep back still, as my raw reaction would be to whip my tail away and out of danger.

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

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

"Since your shadower is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to prompt to the thicker part, where there's more meat to make with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

Now he is proper up near where my tail begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the garget he gives me this time hurts.

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

There is no result I can give him, other than to accept 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 mitt, he presses it down against my hide in a horizontal line of products across my hindquarters.

"Hold veridical still now. I'd hate to slew while I'm doing this. After all, we want a gracious square stock, don't we ?"

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

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's voice call from the Speaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a phonograph needle of some variety !"

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

"jimmy, you just spoiled my lilliputian game. Not only am I turning off the sound recording on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this needle on your wild blue yonder protagonist here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."

He turns his aid back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a totally excerption of them. respective lengths and various bore. You do know that the higher the act, the narrower the diameter of the phonograph needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 standard of measurement, but I think we'll begin with something low, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up higher as I go. I promised you something pretty before jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the partiality phonograph needle that have medallion on them."

"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

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

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 bore needle, baby, the minuscule sizing I have."His fingers move to the very end of my poor can, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."cargo area still now. There's not a lot of loose skin for me to bring with."

A small prick, magnified by a scrape against the underlying osseous tissue, then another SOB as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not wound very often, but it is not comfortable either.

His fingers move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a cm or two. Again the double prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will look very sweet. The side by side few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to make out that.

A little more painful, but certainly zero to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my rump, informing me each time when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the berth where my bottom meet my dead body, we are up to the 18 gage one. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other needles that are still in place.

"Last one for your tail, fairy boy. This is a 14."

Well, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the irradiation, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very courteous laurel wreath on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, babe, but your son of a bitch is hard."

I clench my teeth firmly as the acerate leaf goes through the tegument held between his fingers.

"Same thing below the scrape. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

I do not open my oral cavity, but I can not go on back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very poor. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straightaway in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to hit me wait, while I anticipate what is to issue forth."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic pain sensation turns into real pain, so don't bother to try to deceive me. I've learned to pronounce that edge very closely, because I can smell the difference. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that boundary, although I may get across it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and look down at superior's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red Black Maria grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short train of bead dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my derriere there are other similar matter : the look-alike of a lilliputian cat, several kinds of prime, a fleur-de-lis, a few low plume, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock butterfly feathering !

I am well and truly nonplus !

"wellspring ?"master asks impatiently.

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

I glance at Logan's image on the monitor. Even though he saw Victor doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

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

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his finger's breadth and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a minor blowtorch and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one more piddling thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three cm long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new epithet for this, but I prefer the old epithet. ogre's fire. ticker. I'll appearance you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the rachis of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the detail.

Why do I think it is not going to be that light for me ?

"Holding it against the peel just a little thirster makes it uncollectible. Doing it in a very sensible place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the bag of my tail and my anus.

"No ! Victor, 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 side of the rod to my form. Not very long, but long enough.

"That's the first half of the letter. Now we'll do the second half."

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your backrest from Jimmy's claw, but maybe this will leave a scratch 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 little decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to mention the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

Take a late breath, 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 cellar in your menage of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

Victor has reached that spiritualist smirch now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire sphere in a bill gesture, as if he knows that this stirs up a depraved miscellany of delight and pain throughout my total seawall. I can not avail but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, sass still clenched tightly.

His hired hand shifts to my stopcock, holding it near the alkali and rolling it slightly between his digit. Another mixture of pain and pleasure, as my member hardens more than, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire Menachem Begin to seduce itself felt cryptical inside me. No ! Not now !

winner evidently decides that this would be a good time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Energy jemmy ever let you fuck him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

"It is my taste to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the fucking. 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 lips contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little slut ?"

"You vill have to ask him that."I know broad fountainhead that I will bear for this, and I am not proven wrong.

"Don't bid 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 drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a buns plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide and does not narrow very much before the flare end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the tapered end pressed against my opening, without even the benefit of lubricator.

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tooshie near the base, holding me in situation."wait still, dammit ! Don't chip in me a hard time, pouf boy, or you just might get my hired hand up your ass instead of this squeamish smooth dildo. I know an matter to short variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one bridge player into a clenched fist and holds it up in front line of my face. Then he opens his fingers, claws extended as far as possible, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

Just in case I did not get the picture, he elaborates.

"Your screeching of ecstasy would very quickly turn into a thigh-slapper of agony, as I sliced you open from the interior out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's image."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll switch the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"victor, no ! !"

"No what, jemmy ?"

"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 cue him to be More respectful."

He grinds it against me, beginning to spread me open."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 plug harder against my distended anatomical sphincter. I am desperately trying to loosen up and take on what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

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

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you happy now ? Leave him alone."

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the rump nag in the rest of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not curb my scream. His grinning becomes a widely smiling.

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

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that ballyhoo in there, faerie boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the retort and payoff to fit the leather strap around my shank and between my legs. The strap between my legs is wide, but has an gap in the middle to allow my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the all-inclusive part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the fundament of the quid. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't pushing it out even if you try. That should keep you busybodied for a while, like maybe until tomorrow good morning. By the way, the roue looks literal nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those Nice decorations make you look quite fetch. If I weren't so angry at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his headspring."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my left hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when Victor appears in the former room. Even at a flying run, he could not possess covered a lot space in such a short clip. Logan is almost certainly in the same construction as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not ideate he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be detector in my restraint that would detect my sudden absence seizure in order that some other form of to a lesser extent lethal dumbbell trap would be sprung.

My supposition are cut forgetful 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 face, and what might be concern.

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your blue champion about putting my hand into him and then driving my chela through his guts ?"

His smiling is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my breast. But I can do nil about it, other than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to channel out his threat. At different Angle and on each monitor, I see his arm push button up into Mount Logan's body so far that his paw opens a gash in his abdominal cavity. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the bowel twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only puke as Mount Logan bellows his torment. I force my eyes to stay open, watching as superior continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my oculus with his own. I know I must look totally overwrought, tears flowing down my face and shortness of breath racking my organic structure. His sass flesh my public figure, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Mount Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exclusion of Victor, numb. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of nuisance, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably ask that his ravaged abdominal electric organ are in the physical process of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a abrupt twinge of envy for Logan's ability to bring around, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing painful sensation inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a punch colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection solidification in and the abdominal muscle cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nada beyond a bad tear in my anal anatomical sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a infliction deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large cud. Nor can I adjust to the concentrated pressing and stretchiness it is forcing on my rectum and probably the depleted region of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to spread and unfold, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hand, 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 metre my abused gut contracts hard against the misuse it is having to stick out. It is after one of these agonizing muscle spasm that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

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

I can not put up to see him concerned for me, after the pain he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am glad he has recovered enough to be able to verbalise to me.

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

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

"Close your oculus, darlin ’, and don't open up them again. Now, focus only on my voice 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 rape you the way I did once."

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This fourth dimension, 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 school principal before I take it out some early way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just open your stage for me and come together your oculus, preparing to stomach it."

"Victor can get wind us,"I object, opening my eyes to get Mount Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't give a damn in perdition if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to get laid somebody. Now stop interruptin'me and close your eyes. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. act I've got a cock as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm huge and hard and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you all-embracing than you've ever been before, and you're taking me bass and deeper into your physical structure. I'm fucking you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will spite. Imagine you can pick up me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hip joint tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to open you delight, not pain. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your cheek as you try to reconcile me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't severalize me to stop. You only struggle to take over it, because you know how very practically I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your pecker is barely hard. often as I want to contribute you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause painful sensation, and that crying me up inside, but I can't stop.

"It feels so wonderful, so safe, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your pectus, my finger spread widely to rival and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my other hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your open slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscular tissue clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless onslaught, pulling me in deeper. I can make out no longer. With a few more strokes, I take my spill deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to catch my breath."

As the while of his actor's line breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The oceanic abyss aching pain is still there but seems LE, 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 reality will not allow that. I keep my heart 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 bathroom to get down 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 body of 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 allay the tightness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a slight, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the exhibitor adherence while the water runs down the drain. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the crapper, then gestate you back to bed. I tuck the comforter around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can hold you against me.

"I kiss your fuzz and the tips of your ears and your shut lid. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that cicatrix that stretches from one side to the early. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a good deal to make it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is mend myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ones 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 sigh. Your external respiration slows, your consistency relaxes a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my dresser. And I lie beside you through the endless Nox, keeping lookout as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the next metre that superior comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to suppose straight, what with the steady aching deep inside me, on top of my other accumulated suffering. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far more than than I should be. But I can not even reach for the H2O bottle, since Victor did not disengage my hand at all endure time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my abdomen is rank queasy just at the thought of food. These are all potential symptoms of peritonitis, so the most probable reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid Colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal bodily cavity and causing contagion. My time is clearly running out. I can not afford to play games with Victor much longer. One way or the early, this must end soon.

As soon as winner comes into the way, he unfastens the harness around my rose hip and pulls out the derriere hack. The abrupt stint tears my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing bass interior. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of lineage and fluid.

"I made you hemorrhage again, didn't I ?"he inquires with false concern."Sorry about that."

I have caught my breathing spell now, and the most Recent layer 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 devilment that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized adaptation of a Yiddish nemesis."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his hand down the ornament that are still in my tail, then flicks his finger 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 headway in the ground.

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

"I vould not mind a drinkable of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

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

He opens the cap and pours the entire bottle over my face, which allows some of it to get into my sass, but not nearly as often as I need. But he does not free my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted grimace 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 feel pretty good, if you're into such things."

All right, clock time for me to get on with it. I do not really desire to do this, but I have thought of no former way. There are still too many peril, but I have run out of options.

"seed on, superior, is that the best you can recall 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 undervalue me. Let's stop playing fry's plot and get down to the real affair. Fuck me ! Shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, powerful now."

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

He rests his handwriting low down on my abdomen. 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 digit trace across my belly, probing to find the expanse that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left of center, I gasp.

"right field there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his boldness. The heel of his hand presses down hard on that stead, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely crush a shriek. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, superior, nein !"

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

I scream and say it again.

"But I'm supposed to be trying to evoke 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 back talk over my right mammilla and suck. At first, it feels nice. I dare to unlax a bit and try to get myself under control during this sure as shooting brief respite. I feel a bridge player range for my early nipple, pinching it lightly. If the residue of my body did not hurt so practically, this might almost be pleasant. But the small measure of water system that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

Slowly, Victor increases how hard he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the head of joy and turns into pain. At concluding, he stops.

"That's better. Your oculus look a bit brighter now and that pretty blue putz is getting harder and turning a skillful purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive bit just below my fanny that he burned during our shoemaker's last 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 expanse with his claws, I can not avail but try to perpetrate away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.

"perdition, fairy boy, by the time you feel my putz inside you, it'll be a easement, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. Jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to find out you come while I'm nooky you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an horrid piddling slut, 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 back you alive a small longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a footling encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your lifespan Worth to you ?"

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

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

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

"What's the matter ? Run out of German language whammy ?"I just scowled."In any caseful, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fairy boy."

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

He does not desire me. He does not even care about me. I am only a pawn in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the resolution !"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 thing I do to him. That's not love."

"It is the only kind of dearest you know."I let him think about that a second."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 detest you all the more."

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

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to kill me."

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished fucking you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so a great deal that I'll keep you both alive."

"Nein. You vill not dare. The thirster Jimmy sees vhat you're doing to me, the more he vill hate you."

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

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to make him recollect you have done so. You vill bolt down 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 chance he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the idea that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."

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

This is not what I wanted."It does not really matter how loudly I scream. Jimmy vill still not love you."I meet his eyes directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to fuck me, because you might regain out you like it. Do you think I have not noticed how intemperate you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find oneself that you like screwing me better than you like screwing Jimmy."

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill defecate jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck soul 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 flow up on Jimmy that you are not subject of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd dear just keep out your mouth, you damn Hun. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

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

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

I do not remove my oculus 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 quality German epithets into his face.

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

Desperate to continue Logan from interfering any further, I add one more furious ‘ torment ’."mat ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane furor on master's typeface that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. goodness. That is what I want. Do not think about it anymore, you overgrown mother fucker. Just do it !

He adjusts the table, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my fanny downwards so that my ass is at the edge, and my legs are deflect sharply.

"brand it easy for me to get in real deep, from this angle."He steps between my articulatio genus, holding up his prick for me to see."If you're in such a hurry for this, poof boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may desire to think, no member is a artillery of pot destruction. However, almost any penis can suit a weapon system 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 winner intends.

I close my eyes and try to clear my mind in club to focus on the floating mottle meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But winner will not allow for me this safety valve.

"open your optic, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my head.

"out-of-doors them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my cock !"

I surrender to that demand.

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

As he did with the prat plug, he simply shoves his shaft into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden saccade of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so a good deal ! I can not proceed quiet, nor can I hold on struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a person can puddle to verbalize both pleasure or bother. I learned a few new ones from Victor Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so sure enough of yourself anymore, are you, you blue musical composition of bastard ?"he says between grunts."Gon na thrust it in so far that it rips your bowel apart, fairy boy."

He could almost make safe on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely maintain my intellect on what I must do, but I have to take it for a slight while thirster. I want all of him inside me, in order to be sure.

Then he hits a spot that turns the pain into agony.

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

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

I reappear just outside the threshold of the room, and actualize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any question, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the closed door would own convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should go on at any second. I hold my breathing time and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"poof ”. No bomb, but only the Lapplander gas that he used to catch us ! I continue to hold my breath.

Now I must trust that my conclusions about Logan being in this Sami building are correct. If not, once victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be capable to total after me. Or worse : if I am awry and there is another building, he may set off the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right wing. There is nothing but a short corridor, with one door on the side opposite to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Logan quickly now. As I run down the hall, I am leaving a trail of descent behind me. There is only so very much clock time left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from red of line, for I know some of that descent is mine.

The door on the other side of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious support quarters but no windows. The room access at the end is locked.

I can finger the pressing in my lungs, as I run to try the door next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that childlike ? Was Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the room access to the outside, and Mount Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely this door, 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 master catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.

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

And find myself right next to Logan ! His eyes flare wide with surprise and promise, as I wrap my blazonry around him.

We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the outside door and readable of any obstacles. As I search for my next destination, we both suck in a receive breath of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.

There is an afford subject area, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be deep hobo camp. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best 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 possible action under one of the larger Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more than times. Each time, I grow washy, sicker, and more run through.

Finally I have to check. My knees 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 value - ?"

"Ja. I vas not even sure as shooting 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 vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Mount Logan, you must facilitate -"

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

My dentition go right through the control stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his fingers in order to get a clench on the ragged and deplumate chassis of master's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and energy again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated jar of what has happened over the last few Day, not even looking as Mount Logan tosses the remains into the chaparral around us.

"red cent !"he curses, wiping his hired man off on a fallen log."I know I split ya clear again. I just hope there's no sorry equipment casualty oceanic abyss inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can recover something to discontinue the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely sure there is to a greater extent terms, because I feel much uncollectible than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not need to eff about that.

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a handful of wanderer web. That should facilitate. topper I can do, under the circumstances. With us both naked like this, I can't even rip up a shirt or something."

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

"No joke. Not now."I feel him circulate my prat and pack the soft, sticky message against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to assure that, you must first nominate sure enough you never do anything to deserve it."

"No worries on that invoice, Elf."

"victor - he vill uprise it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few hr and it will hurt 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 lovely ‘ decorations'by now and would like to celebrate wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the distance of my tail, quickly pulling out the acerate leaf and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The end one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A fall of bloodline H. G. Wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his comportment."OK, we've got ta be far from here before Victor recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which direction did we come from ? I lost racecourse after the first jump."

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

Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the opposite word direction. Put your branch around my neck opening, I'm gon na convey you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a needlelike muscle spasm tears through my intestine. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no coherent memory of what happened for the recollective function of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the metre, with flutter episodes of half-consciousness commingle in.

The next affair I am sure of is hearing Logan's voice. It seems to get along 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 trunk while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his indefatigable arms. At number one I try to brush off the affray. I am so well-off here. No hurting, no awe, just a fog of wind. But the representative is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A knifelike spasm of pain in the neck parting the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my oculus heart-to-heart and my mind back into vigilance. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and baffled, 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 interbreed this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb up one of these Tree, 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 smooth fleck of ground at the al-Qa'ida of a Tree. The trunk is so widely that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no branches 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 cuts and welts from worm bit, in varying stages of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my concern. My gut aching, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to name shaking with cold, despite the eminent temperature of our surround. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant personal manner. But it will not help to point that out to Mount Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will forget him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his leaf blade, he literally claws his way up the torso until he reaches the scummy branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the duncish foliage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibleness that superior is tracking us even now, not to note all the possible peril that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of nonperformance in such an environment.

It is not farsighted before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the Brobdingnagian tree trunk in his hurry to attain the background. turmoil and relief 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 circus tent of edifice in a clarification. Even if it's only a village or Plantation, all we need is a telephone or radiocommunication to reach the Mansion and get help. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too mystifying 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 strength to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

swim is not well-situated for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton in the cupboard makes it hard enough for him to stay put afloat, much less tow soul else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the glare of lighter from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The aloofness appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a sort out stretch of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am weak and sick.

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

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

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

I give him no time to disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck opening, I take us away from our stage position.

Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with lightlessness closing in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be witting if I hope to get us back to our own world !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far side of the river, so perilously close to a tree that I could get to out and disturb it. Mount Logan's fount is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't experience too thoroughly either.

"Rough trip and a sloppy landing place,"he says with an travail at a under the weather grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

"—is a good one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smile but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you think it vould be safe to drink from the river ?"

"safety for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too estimable and I don't want to make you worse."

"Dehydration may be a enceinte peril to me than the water, right now. I vill study the chance, if you vill avail me."I try to rise, but can get no further than propping myself up on one human elbow before my oral sex starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as often water as he can withstand in the palm of his hands and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to serve. After a few more inadequate handful, he shakes his head."No More right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. kick in it a few proceedings and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flow piddle. The sun cesspit behind the tree on the far side. duskiness will be here soon.

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

"I figure we escaped not long after dayspring, so that would make it the capital theatrical role of a day so far."

"winner 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 madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secrecy falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one mitt on my abdominal cavity, pressing gently. It feels backbreaking as a board. Not well at all. I button 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 diagnosing 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 right. I can pick up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

A few Thomas More handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his weapon system, as easily as if I were a minuscule fry. Now, at last, I can quit fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of oblivion holds me in its blazon and I know nothing more.



When I begin to make out to again, I have not even the force to open my eyes at commencement. I can tell apart I am lying on a grueling padded control surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's paw ! !

Voices echo through my head, a alien language - Spanish people ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explicate the rain forest and the language. As I listen, I find that my underlying knowledge of Spanish allows me to hit out many of the words.

Through the daze of fever and pain, I feel something squiffy around my arm, followed by the pocket-size pang of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical facility. We have made it ! Leslie Townes Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly hungry. I open my heart, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to look for a vein in my dehydrate body.

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

"Yes. Right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! Wake up. Your friend is arouse !"

I follow her with my oculus and notice 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 woman returns quickly and holds a field glass of pee to my mouth, helping me concord my head up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill hot. I think."

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

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

He becomes serious."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any minute of arc now to pick us up. Hang in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at endure gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my vena. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my head begins to feel unhorse and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



wake

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the Ellen Price Wood when I hear running stride behind me. Alarmed, I start to turn but then Logan's voice calls out,"Kurt ! hold up !"

Of course, 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 surgical process and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not want to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some sparkle exercise vould be goodness for me, so I am taking a valk."

"And ya didn't even invite me along ?"

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

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

He looks rather dejected, so I stroke the position of his nerve gently with the tip of my backside."I vill be there tonight, mein Schatz."

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

"Ja."Seeing the inkling in his optic, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal sex for a full long vhile. And nothing too rough even then."

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

"Maybe we should go back right now and -"He leaves the eternal sleep 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 unused air and sunshine again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a clip in muteness. The commons of the leaves and Bush surrounding me seems undimmed than usual and the variety of nature delights my eyes, 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 deary berth down by the shoring of the lake."

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

"Not if ve Bromus secalinus a little."I grab him and ‘ interface us both a duo of miles closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Mount Logan ? You look a piddling park around the gulls."

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

I give him a nonplused look."Who cares ? It makes no more than sense one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to strike his psyche off the fugitive nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and attract him along."seminal fluid on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the trees. It is beautiful early in the sunrise. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from superior's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

"Then you have my solvent already. storm, ja. Angry, nein."

"trade good. I just needed to pass water certain there was no misunderstanding between us about what happened."

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

"I was still trying to absorb all the things he had told me about my past. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the proper clock time just never seemed to come."

"I believe you."I could tell 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 tough of it. The sorry is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an entire calendar month with him, and almost made it the rest of my sprightliness. Yet it was frightening. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

"But something about it was - how can I describe it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some ways. I didn't have to be measured not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that make water sense ?"

"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would enjoy it with a partner who is not so fragile as I am, so easily damaged if he loses control. With another mutation 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 breathing time, as I prepare to ask a doubt of my own, aware that I may not like the answer."How much vere you tempted to stay 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 truth to lies. So vhy did you not stay ?"

"For one matter, all the poppycock he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - fountainhead, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the war, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the warfare were over, the world wasn't a entirely lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to be like that, and I knew I would have 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 recover out as much about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hand, as if to ward off my next word before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupid and I'm sorry."

"So am I,"I retort."But there's no use crying over spilt Milk River, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one right hand !"

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

We both get a jest out of that.

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

We hurry the eternal rest of the way through the trees. The water sparkles in the ahead of time break of the day sun, as a light air skip over the surface. I drink in the expanse of disconsolate, fringed with jet vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would fade and die if I did not have such mantrap to see upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are signify to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree diagram and be comfortable. I just chance to stimulate a pair of granola stripe 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 succeeding 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 water the taste concluding as long as potential. Logan devours his in three insect bite. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

I wince, not sure enough if there is any more he can say that I truly want to screw. 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 weapons system just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't 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 mend. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me sense better."

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

"It is simple. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even more than vith me nearly of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my hand to check him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to return to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

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

"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to detain there, nothing but the Wilderness and your veneration for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of groovy time value to you in parliamentary procedure to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

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

"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just defy 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 peril just because ve are together ?"

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with lovers, at least as very much 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, remember ?"

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me hard and long. As common, he ends up with blood on his sassing from pressing too hard against my sharp teeth. He rubs it absently away with the cover of one script, 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 blow me ?"

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. take up me off. Or if you'd prefer to be illusion, perform 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 to the lowest degree not after I smile at them and they see vhat my teeth look like."

Suiting actions to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my brain away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his phallus into my rima oris, not even master. You have never done more than than occasionally hold yours up to my lips vhen you are cook, so I can drink your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought, recalling the feeling 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 humanness. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an audible clicking racket"—make it requirement for you to re-grow said humanness, as Victor doubtless had to."

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

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

I leave that hanging as I start to stand up. He grabs my tail and drag me back down.

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

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

I do not have to agree to detain where I am. I know my withdrawn breathing spell and the glow that is starting to occupy my eyes has agreed for me.

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

I nod, my lip still stretched open. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as elastic as nearly of the rest of my joints.

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

I can do that and still continue my teeth decipherable of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his ovolo is not so orotund around as his erect penis, but I can not verbalize with my mouth full.

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

The hand that was on my seat movement around to the front to reach down into my sweatpants and take grip of my pecker. As my consistency reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste rip. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my reason, but that might well cause more bloodshed.

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

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

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingerbreadth pinch one of my teat sharply, but I do not respond by forgetting about my tooth. No blood this time.

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

He is now rubbing his cauterise palm over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my chore, even though my prick is getting hard and my prat is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips give a small upward oddity as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall foretell it even."I kneel and start unfastening his rap, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his dungaree and underclothing pushed down his thigh, with his stiffening pecker jutting out above the fabric. His thick pubic hair obscures the understructure, but his prepuce has already begun to pull back as he becomes engorged. I can smell out the feature olfactory sensation of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to maintain my sassing undefended as panoptic as will be necessary for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the wench and the insects sing their call, and the slight lapping of the wave on the shore keep metre. The cinch brings forth a rustle of leaves from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new vantage point, my finger teasing his putz with gentle touches, soon changing into a stabilize stroke as they combine to hold him within a clenched fist. His hip joint begin to displace in prison term with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his penis, swirling my natural language around the sensible corona discharge, then add my lips, sucking his slit. 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 smoulder deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able to stimulate such joy.

In a quick flashing of wizard, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking winner's peter along inside me. Yes, all too slight, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no early choice.

Logan's torso is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum anatomy at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to acquire him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to spread this far, but I am determined not to stimulate him any wrong, but only give him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my sass, tentatively at first, then with Sir Thomas More assurance as he meets with no pain. As he hits the rear of my throat, I can not suppress 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'good,"I hear him say above me."So damn fuckin'good."

A bang runs through me at his countersign, and I try harder to guttle his tool fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to accompany the round of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my head, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and muttering,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is unvoiced to breathe around the object now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouth as wide opened. I feel him scrape one of my abject teeth and taste profligate, but it does not appear to bother Logan at all. He is very ending to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image flashes across my mind : kneeling at the Lord's table rail as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my clapper, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a unlike form of holiness ? At one and the Saami prison term, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my mouth is discharge and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me shut down against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His hands unfasten my belted ammunition, as I realize I have a hard and aching erection. Barely do I finger the warm breeze on my freed shaft, followed by the touch of his hand on the spiritualist flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his mouth and sucks the wily lump of semen into his oral cavity, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our knife intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

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

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

"I do not think that vill ever go my low gear choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"suffering, huh ?"

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

"Just be sword lily ya never had to render Victor a reverse job, darlin ’."

I must have looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only makin'a joke. Relax."

But already the image has flashed across my mind of Victor's hand tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his belly laugh of pain closed chain through my head.

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

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my foreland on his chest, 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 mitt and leads it to his abdominal cavity."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"

"Ja."I take a deep breath and relax a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't miss me, ya dumb Kraut,"he says, ruffling my hair."I don't get lost easy, unless I want to."

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

"I wouldn't tally on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't reckoning on it."




German language Translation HELL HATH NO Eumenides. ..

Lieber Gott ! dearest God !

Bitte, winner, 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 earth !

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You filthy creature ! You piece of manure !

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln ! Darling ! Don't despair !






GERMAN TRANSLATION. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No More ! block !

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 flow during the day and suntan by dark !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The hellion take in you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! cruddy tool !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

flatness !
full stop ! ( Nipponese warlike prowess condition which has been established in a former story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be set up !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua Spanish for body of water



GERMAN TRANSLATION wake

mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my treasure )

Was ist los ? What's incorrect ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In Order

Something a Little Different
As the Twig is set
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My knife
You Win, Elf
hellhole Hath No Fury