This is the 6th news report of a much foresightful history arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

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




HELL HATH NO Erinyes. ..


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


preliminary : Happily Ever After ?


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

Last matter I can recollect, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to monastic order another half dozen beers for Mount Logan. ( Yes, I had been goosy enough to take him up on one of his bet again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any case, there was a subdued"fagot"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some sort of gas. Before I could even take hold of Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the edges and the floor was coming up to meet me fast.



Hell HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my optic open. I am in a pocket-size room with vivid lights, stark livid walls, no windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a calculator screen. Above his straits there are six large monitors, which are all space. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my rear on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally bare, with some sort of restraints around my wrists and mortise joint, which hold my hands down by my position and my legs straight but slightly circularise apart. My poop is pulled down between my ramification, with something clamped around the narrow-minded division, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their world power ! I try very slowly to levy my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not encircle my entire cervix, 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 take in I can easily teleport out of such simplicity. Perhaps he does not even gain I can teleport at all. That would be nice. I could be rid in an instant, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this way is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these rampart. If that one threshold is locked in such a way that I can not unfold it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this way, unless I am willing to teleport screen and remove my chances. Not a good bet, even under the substantially of circumstances.

And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That thought is enough to post a twinge of veneration through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?

The man at the computing device turns around. I have never seen him before and have no mind who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, shadow whisker, dark eyes. He even has the same kind of exuberant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit inadequate than Logan's. His whisker is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his tabernacle. His face is more squared off, with heavier jawbone. His olfactory organ is straight, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty sight. There is nil but cruelty in his smile.

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

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

He comes over to the table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck opening that are supposed to be able-bodied to prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The reply is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the prison term, and some of them work nigh of the time, but they don't all work all of the meter. Besides, being myself a sport, I just have this averting to the damn things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to get and bear the particular sport, or variation, that I'm after. shuffle for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty smiling again and his voice turns laborious."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the principle of this game, so heed carefully."

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

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

He raises one helping hand and stage a remote control mastery twist toward the clean monitors. All six screens come to life, showing me figure of speech of Logan from different angles and at varying distance. He is standing rout and stark naked in the center of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in piazza by a curiously-designed organisation of fleshy restraints and alloy bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and stroke and assorted other combat injury, but they are clearly in the outgrowth of healing. His headway sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, babe. He can't hear you. The video is on both mode, but the audio's turned off mighty now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can hear us, not the early way around."He aims his remote and chink again."That will save me from having to recite the formula over again to him."

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

"Forget it, jimmy. We can't take heed you."

For a moment, Mount Logan and I stare at each early's images in the monitor.

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold up Jimmy, since his chela can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get relax unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in station. It would have been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and deal back flat against a rampart, so that he couldn't use his chela to cut himself easy, but I wanted him in a position that gave me access to his dead body from all directions, not just the front. If you take a looking at at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his weapon system from above his cubitus to the end of his outspread finger, you'll notice that his pincer, if he bothers to extend them, would lean slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the heart that runs up to the roof jockstrap. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever layer I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even appropriate him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short chain connecting the manacle around his ankle joint to the trading floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick me. On the former helping hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

After a quick coup d'oeil in Logan's focussing, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jemmy's ability well enough to contrive that system of rules, I've also made it my occupation to learn the limit of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this stead is out in the midriff of nowhere and there aren't very many open blank space in the area around it outside. I made certain you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this construction or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar construction, far enough away so that it's out of visual cooking stove and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might determine it eventually, but that would take time, Sir Thomas More sentence than you could afford.

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

"You hear that, jemmy ? If I want to, I can fuck up up your trivial brother here. shit me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the looking on your face when I do."

Our captor party favour me with a gloating grin.

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

"I trust you will both go on all this in mind if you are tempted to suit, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your stoppage in my baseborn abode."

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

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

Giving each of us a stern tone, he goes on with his talking to, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to escape and you're abortive, you'll get to watch the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to stool jimmy scream, so just envisage what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how lots jimmy would not savour seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the monitors, I can see a look of sudden anguish come over Mount Logan's face.

The man gives a cryptical chortle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Mount Logan."What's the affair, jemmy ? Don't require your little friend to know what went on between us ? Don't want him to jazz how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"

From the look on Mount Logan's face, this man is telling the truth. I close my eyes and try to hold on my electric shock and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingers grab my Chin and turn my face toward him. He shakes his school principal as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be kind of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a unaired smell, shall we ?"

He takes handgrip of my lower jaw and opens my oral cavity, turning my head from one side to the former and surveying my horrendous mouthful of teeth. They are not my good feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his index along the tops of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be surely the beast is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets worse when he uses his thumb to feel along my top teeth. In add-on to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the unity in the middle. He presses his thumb down on the level of the sharpest 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 stick his cock between those tooth is either very brave or very gooselike. I'm no Coward, but I'm no sap either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a unretentive laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparing. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look Thomas More like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll yell you my slight sorry fairy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would voice too silly. Guess I'll pin to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to hollo you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's victor. Victor religious doctrine, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's crony. wellspring, half brother. Same father, different mother. I'm a lot like him in many mode. The same healing factor, but not such tenacious claws."

He holds up a script to show me the short-change pointy slightly curved nipper that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently ingrain, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All rightfield, I am more instill now.

"All raw, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the monitors, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his chasteness and screaming something I can not hear.

winner 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 familiar with dildos, fairy boy. Probably very familiar. I find that this particular one comes in rather utilitarian for my purposes."He holds it up in straw man of me."It's pretty long and it increases in width more rapidly than most."

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

"Nice, isn't it ? Black glass, poise and smooth. Should find material dear going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his early hand to run the penetrating baksheesh of his claws teasingly along the business of the scar on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or awe it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blue sky and kind of on the scrawny side."Then he looks a footling finisher."What's this ? A fancy trivial scratch. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

"Most certainly not. I did that many age before I met him."

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very neat and pretty. How did you make them come out so precise ? scar can heal in squashy room sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take guardianship vith the cutting. Even scars from trauma do not reach too practically of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice up yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a piffling, poove boy."He looks again at my hapless bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. More to playact with. And speaking of playing, let me show you a unique feature of this board you're lying on. Like Jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the table is made so that my feet can be slid back and Forth River along the position, chasteness and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the soles of my base come down as he bends my wooden leg. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to wonder what else this board 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 easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can select without incurring any serious damage, in ordering to get a better thought of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another savage grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the clock time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be often fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the pocket-sized tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a personnel casualty for words, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A smart comment at this sentence could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the spyglass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels good and I know he is castigate about relaxing. All right, I will join forces, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to evaluate me in this way, it would be better to have him underestimate what I can accept, rather than overrate it.

All the while he is doing this, he is talking, as if he enjoys the verbal worrying as much as the physical. I have barely been able to get a discussion in edgewise, which is strange for me.

"By the way, I recognized those nipper bull's eye on your book binding, fairy boy. jimmy may think you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his camping site, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tablet on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his things and hike back to the cheeseparing town, he waylaid him, convincing him to last out a little tenacious by offering to order him about his past.

"He's a sucker for anyone who says they can replete him in on what he's been and done. It was easy to convert him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the truth to the highest degree of the time and bells started ringing in his head. He was gladiolus to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The watchword hurt much more than than the dildo does, at this degree in the legal proceeding. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might enjoy the feel, and I can say 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 gouge my eyes closed. But this displeases master. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.

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

I obey. winner makes the connective between my optic and my set putz. He takes time lag of it, moving his manus relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to solve its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my consistency's natural reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it happen. I will fight back it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very concern result. 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 than to play with on an uncut penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a spell but move it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My penis will extend to become gourmandize, trying vainly to push the pass free of my fascinate foreskin.

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

That is about the last thing I would wish to hear, for it would continue to call down me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in painfulness as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually shoot 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 like thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no affair what happened. recall about that for a while, pouf boy."

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the images it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might lessen my rousing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Victor, no -- no more. It hurts like Hades,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not understand simple German language. Or he wants to relieve oneself me think he does not empathize it. I may be able-bodied to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent pain by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the matter, little sidekick ? You look as if you'd like to differentiate me something. need me to flex on the audio, so we can listen you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, child, and split you right on receptive, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your pitiful ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not tell him no, as my hard prick would clearly show it to be a lie. master examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to brook side by side to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again flat down against the airfoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one mitt 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 keep open talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torment us ? These buildings and all this equipment must have monetary value a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit confused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the treatment."I would never stimulate been able to give all this material, except that some very rich and very muscular common people hired me to get down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just collateral legal injury. They think I'm going to belt down Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep back him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jimmy and I can charter ourselves out to some other equally sinewy family line and be rubber. Or at to the lowest degree as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He position his chela around the ring of color, pricking just enough to sop up origin."Now listen, and listen ripe. If you behave well, I can unloose up one of your arms so that it's on a forgetful Ernst Boris Chain. That way, you can reach the water bottleful I've got on a shelf under the table 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 pretend both of those things useable to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such matters, 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 hard, and I assure you the much Sir Thomas More messy and unpleasant, way ?"

"I vill be unspoilt, Victor."

The pincer prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even make bold to wince for fear it would drag those point in time through my build."If you're lying to me, bear in mind that jemmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to mention being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws root for away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a brusque length of mountain chain to the metal cuff around my left wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the mesa."There you go, sister, just like I promised. Reach around under the mesa and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a pliant bottle of water, with a permanent drinking straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the nursing bottle in my hired man. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the shuck between my lips and film 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 leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the sound recording so you and jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what time it is, or even whether it's day or Nox. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little More fun."

He clicks the remote control as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the curl on the doors will only shape by a spokesperson command from me, so don't even inconvenience to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the distance of mountain range again. I can reach virtually of the way to my aspect and a lilliputian way down below my hips.

"Ja, just very well, all affair considered. Is this Victor really who he says he is ?"

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

I take a breathing place 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 hatred me for what I did, maybe ?"

He is pleading now, I can tell from his feel. 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 flaw you're in this mess. I fucked up big sentence. I never should bear 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 capitulum in self-disgust."I should have known. We fought for tangible when I told him. I had a fortune to pop him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to come together off the only window I had into my puerility and my yesteryear. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am not so sure as shooting there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false wretchedness in my voice. If winner is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at facial expression value and believe our place is hopeless.

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

trade 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 forebode to rescue me. That will put winner's nidus on him as a potential rescuer, rather than me. That could come in ready to hand later.

"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name 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 matter what that wretched son-of-a-bitch birdcall me !"

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take advantage of this respite to try to get some rest, since victor could bring back at any time. The LE ve talk of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That shoemaker's last persona is for winner's ears, Thomas More than Mount Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not desire Victor to determine anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are mute, each trying in his own way to relax and cool off himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the fourth dimension Victor returns, I am awake and own tried out the healthful organisation. Not altogether neat, but amend than nothing.

The low gear thing he does is readjust the cuff around my wrist into its place by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitor."I'll leave the audio on, Jimmy, if you keep your rima oris shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

master turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my little grim pouf. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my back talk. When I try to wrick my pass away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his lingua pressing intemperate, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I open my oral cavity slightly. When he tries to press his vantage, I bite his lingua. Not hard enough to do serious damage, but hard enough to suck stock. This does not hold back him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a stinging smacking.

If anything, the pain 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 teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his clapper near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A slow smile bed covering across his nerve, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the backsheesh of his claws rest against the base of my scrotum."It would ca-ca more sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to suck blood line."I think you can think what would pass off if I closed my fist right now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure I like that. Does jimmy engage this form of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"grade one for the blue sky queer,"Victor says cheerfully."No Sir Thomas More scourge of quick death. However,"-- his good humor changes abruptly -"if you don't note it down some, you'll be feeling some quick nuisance. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a question. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not inconvenience me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not think I have felt so helpless before somebody else since I was a minor, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear show. This man would know exactly how to use it to break me.

"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his claws lightly across my dresser, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his fingers. cicatrix tissue is less sensitive than ordinary pulp, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost titillation. And it always arouses me. I close my eye 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 blot out the stiffening of my penis.

"It would appear you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my fount."outdoors your eye, boy, and preserve them clear. I want to be able to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to conceal my traitorous eyes, my shame deepens. I do not want to savor what he is doing to me, and that is especially avowedly as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising softness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, steady beat, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that conversant twitch begin deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can arrest it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his vocalism."Sure you do. You're nice and hard now. keep open it up, baby. Come for me. Show me how much you like what I'm doing. Show Jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my stopcock and balls. I will ignore it. I will not descend. I will relax. I will think of how practically I hate his tinge. I will reduce on that, nothing else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted dentition. I am about to severalise 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 ! side !"His grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

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

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

"So you use that Kraut 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 smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

"Too late, fairy 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 ‘ bull ’. I've heard it before."

I pretend to be even more get down, turning my oral sex away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people 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 painful. He pinches cruelly, or pricks his pincer into me here and there.

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the same tone of vox, but with my eye focused on Logan's image in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Mount Logan's eyes blink in sudden surprisal. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another affront. If I use only High German phrases that Logan knows, I can pass on with him and winner will not realize it.

I have barely begun to bask this minor triumph when victor decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more than acute. I just happen to have a courteous collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appealingness to you. Here we are, pouf boy : the staple criterion smooth plastic, metier size, uses 2 C stamp battery, and useable in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief time interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of grade, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The speedy quivering gets to the titillating heart end like cipher else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my consistence literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, mystifying, until it reaches that station inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulus and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to keep it.

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

I want to assure him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in despair. My thigh shiver and my entire body shakes in the grasp of my contradictory desires.

Then winner touches another minor but Sir Thomas More intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping cock. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's substantial nice. veridical nice. You're getting to me, fairy boy. Look. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator nonplus deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own grueling pecker."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

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

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My spine arches and my hips lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to enamor the root of that tantalizing sensation.

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

He is right. I will not be able to kibosh. I can feel it recondite inside, the pressure level climb, the ecstatic waving of pleasure cresting and cook to die. In a last heroic effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A fierce gratification envelops me, pulsing, throbbing undulation of golden joy turning my torso into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the volume of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my smell from winner as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to examine me false, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the strength of the delight subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a affair was possible !

Apparently, Victor does not have it off it either, judging by his next remark.

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

I gather my spread out wag and reply casually,"Now, Victor, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't rick me on."

"You're turned on all right. Your eye are as smart as coals."

"Oh, did I forget to narrate you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including angriness and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is casual and calm, 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 go at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharply thunder in the face. I see it coming, so I make certainly to let my capitulum turn with the reverse, to denigrate the damage. Even so, my lip snag against the points of my teeth.

victor tosses both vibrators across the way in a delirium of frustration, then leans over me and entangle,"keep that up, sprite boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of thing 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 blood with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to require to play my game by the convention, I think I'll go period of play with your beau for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my care than you are."

As master stomps out of the elbow room, I start counting the minute between the prison term he leaves here and the clip he appears in the early room with Logan, in the hope that I can get some idea of how far away the other construction is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that master's stride is roughly a cadence long, that would get to it around 12 meters. Nothing guaranty that he went directly from here to there, nor is my genial counting necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very unsmooth estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no option but to watch Victor rape Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can hurt Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as master savagely bites and gouges his dupe as he does it.

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

At foremost, this pleases me, but then I see the passion suffusing winner's face and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to consecrate in, break him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a thoughtfulness in Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must establish that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when finale we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

And so I watch in secrecy. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more control over his intimate reception than I do. Either way, for all Victor's strain, he can not have Logan amount, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climax of his own.

Finally, Victor gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some mo, virtually snarling his rage and thwarting. Suddenly, his posture change, he takes a rich breath and seems to have come to some conclusion.

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

One clawed hired man reaches down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the theme just as he did mine. I can see from the look on Mount Logan's facial expression that he too knows what will arrive next.

"I'm going to do this rattling slow."One of the monitor shows a close up of Logan's lower body. I can not tear my middle away from it as winner's claw extend and go in."shrieking for me, fiddling brother. I want to learn it. And I want your little puritanical tooth fairy to get wind it also."

There is victory in Victor's eyes as he turns to look at me. His hired hand closes tighter. Logan clenches his tooth and remains silent.

Victor's digit force downward, the sharp hook cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The rump 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 ass brother once I'm finished with you."

The claw finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended flesh at the bottom gives way, leaving victor holding Logan's skewered formal in his hand. He continues to rive downward, drawing the confiscate ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

"What's more important to you, jimmy ? Your pride, or your ogre buff ?"

Mount Logan throws his point back and roars out his pain and despair.

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

His continued howler pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own hope animated. You know full well he will live on this.

holding Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, master laughs at my futile exertion to insult him. As I watch the blood gush down from Mount Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the last jest will be mine, no issue what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the show, infant ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do storm him decent that I can get a grip on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the fad burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand movement 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 breathe again.

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

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

He is right. I would almost deliver preferred a physical penalisation to this. I want so a great deal to say something to console Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is solid again. It is nix abruptly of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a constituent. However, it does take time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be substantial for his rice beer, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how longsighted it took, but at conclusion he looks at me with something other than pain in his formulation. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the pollex up signal with my deal. He can not respond in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their simplicity, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A variation SCORNED


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

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

"Now, how do I want to configure thing ?"He glances from me to the monitors."Let's let Jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able-bodied to piss himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we want to be able to watch his reaction ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitor go bootleg.

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

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis punishing with his middle fingerbreadth, smiling as I wince."English, remember ? 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 device."deal this to be a get word experience. This is a violet wand. It can do some interesting things."

It does not seem particularly impressive. Just a sort of a grip with a clear-cut glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a transmission line. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very belittled interlingual rendition of those plasma ball in science museums, where the Muriel Sarah Spark follow your fingers around on the surface of the orb.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right nipple, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, pocket-sized Spark jump between the verge and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if diminutive feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my bureau tighten in rousing, and my teat grow taut.

master turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the knifelike snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my tending, but not enough to cause real pain.

He moves the Earth to my left slope, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more fire by the strange feelings that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not require this to befall !

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

As he approaches my groyne, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the alloy band around my neck will allow. My dentition clench as I try to stifle a moan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one side, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower venter, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think to a greater extent clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last academic session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this image held firmly in my mind, my member falters. I can differentiate it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my body just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to meet the Lapp game we played finis time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The light terpsichore rapidly up the duration of my shaft, then concentrate on the end, striking my open glans, my foreskin, and the raw surface area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the trope of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the trading floor, and the sight of his balls clutched in victor's mitt. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this find !

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

He leaves the way for a few mo, then comes back pushing a minor go-cart with some sort of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the smell of this. It is a alloy box with several meter and assorted switches and clitoris on the front.

"Want to call for a guess, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a hint : this is a medical examination device that's used to get semen from a man who can not blunder out, for one understanding or another, if he wishes to generate a child."

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

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real William Christopher Handy about this board, infant. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the intact incision that is usually between my legs flock down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my tooshie at the very edge and my leg set at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting cum from prize fuzz. It did not come out all that bad, but the bullshit usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than is necessary to find oneself the right position near my prostate.

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

My back talk driblet open in consternation."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty practically perdurable, remember ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a transposition on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a twain of seconds. Then repeat that until the sought after upshot are obtained, usually about seven or eight endeavor. That seems too quickly for me, so I'll first at the low-spirited place setting and sour my way up. That should give you a hazard to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safe on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather squeamish, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few increment in power. There appears to be a point where the smell of tingling excitement and mild 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 do burn mark, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would stop shortstop of that. Each fourth dimension now as Victor pushes the push that turns on the current, the spasm become more acute, until it feels as if my interior are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire lower physical structure convulses and my hip thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself pant, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me rattling hot. save it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"OK, poof boy, we're at the top of the shell. 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 engagement and I know it. My screams get louder and longer each time, until finally I can not stop my body from reacting.

"That's in force, sister. A few more than 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 button again.

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

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

By the time he stops, my muscles are cramping and my legs and tail are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as rent run from my eyes.

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

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

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

"That didn't have to take place, you know. If you had been more conjunct lastly time, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."

I look obelisk at him. I want zero More than to ‘ port myself rid of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a min. It would also get master killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's room that is supposed to be herculean enough to wipe out someone with that same healing broker, so it would only vote down him if he were in Mount Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to claim the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

sufficiency mentation. I should be responding with more condemnation, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and twist it into German as serious I can commemorate it.

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

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

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

His other hired man reaches into his own pant and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, baby, louder ! Oh red cent, yeah !"

The pain stops as he comes. I am get out gasping for hint, struggling to get myself under control.

"That was real nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me give jemmy add up. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the context on the monitoring system. I can see the fury on Logan's face and hear his ragged breathing.

"Maybe Jimmy'll have enough sense to sacrifice 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 cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his simply reply.

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

Returning the tabular array to its usual status, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to tuck everything together on his piffling cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could have heard me, I would have told him to grant Victor what he wanted as quickly as potential. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to evidence a point.

So once again, I can do cypher but lookout man and hear as superior uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a time, as his trunk convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several metre, just as I had been. I do not know if the flow was plenty to stop his marrow, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his chasteness, his brain drooping on his dresser. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the varan go black and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before victor comes into my way, a self-satisfied smirk on his side and a paper cup in his script.

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

I look from the cup to his expression, 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 meter watching the recordings of recent events."

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

"Most of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my entrust paw."I vill booze it all, for the saki of the part that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my natural process to my actor's line, even to the point 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 chemical reaction he desires. Victor snatches the cup from my hired hand, crushes it, and go it across the room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no disgrace ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

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

Since he left my hand fastened only by the chain of mountains, I reach down for the bottle of water and take a sip, as I wonder if superior is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am curious as to how he will answer, but the monitor and speakers have not been turned on, so I must stop my curio for the fourth dimension being.

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


Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his simpleness, with multiple bleeding solidus down the inside of both thigh. His face is set in a painful grimace, but the haemorrhage is diminishing even as I watch. victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am glad simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one composition. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and commence to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a capital hand of pleasance, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouth then spat it into his face, because to the highest degree 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 ingest said that. I do not want winner to even think that Logan interpret German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want winner to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Mount Logan's aid during my tear of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are full moon 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 sole duty, and the guilt feelings that comes vith it vhen you fail."

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

I do not know how to respond to that, considering that Victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.

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

"Never say that ! It is not rightful !"

Logan shakes his oral sex in demurrer, but he does not press the degree.

"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 deadly risk. No issue what happens to me, save yourself. I'm likely to survive anyway."

"Even if you are blown to pieces by Victor's bomb ? You may be hard to shoot down, but you are not immortal."

"Well -"he glances down uneasily at the floor below him."Yeah. Probably."

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not bid to prognosticate such a matter, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not desire winner to know that.

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

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

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

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

victor's part comes over the speakers."All right wing, enough of that, you two budgerigar. adjacent affair I know, you'll be professing your ageless dearest and cultism to each former. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both picture and audio recording. We are alone, with naught but our thoughts, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough approximation of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few thing I must recognize before I dare try it. There are too many unknowns, and besides, it involves doing something I would opt not to take in to do.

In the silence and the purdah, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the hope that I can think of a better way out of here. I try not to inhabit too much on my eventual fate, if I can not escape, nor on Mount Logan's, but it is hard to stay fresh such considerations out of my head.

I do not require to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond dying, then I have certainly had my share 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 idolize, despite my many doubt and questions. Either way, I can not complain.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given H2O now and again. The level has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when essential. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely set apart these rather disagreeable undertaking to someone else if he could.

Every meter victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Mount Logan's elbow room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimation range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a disjoined building, but not at any slap-up space. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two ramify edifice, the scourge of a bomb that could wipe out Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would vote down Victor also.

I can establish a rough guess as to how wide the rampart of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when master comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme point of placing large objects outside my threshold and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unconvincing, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not have a go at it what is directly outside of this building, or if the outside doorway is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need Thomas More answers.




It seems a long time before Victor retort. As usual, he wastes no fourth dimension fastening my carpus back down.

He turns on both the sound and the video, so my heart go directly to Logan's image. His head teacher lifts as he hears that the verbalizer 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 hook, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then next to my scrotum, then around my exhibit anus. It does not bruise, since he is using very little air pressure. In fact, it feels all too upright. If I did not know the horror those terrible claws could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingerbreadth teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the foundation of my tooshie, where the light-colored touch sends thrill of desire up my rachis. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, baby ?"winner asks, his voice sarcastically sweet-scented."Did I hit a bid bit ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that part of my body reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no mind. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my shadower. In any pillow slip, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my tail, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more medium than most of the rest of my body. After all, my tail can deem my weight and do wad of former fairly strenuous things, so how spiritualist could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you know ?"

He taps a digit against his nose."Same way jemmy does. I've got that enhanced sense of spirit also."

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

He is still enwrapped on handling my tail, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily make around it, bend it a slight, 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 fiddling experiment here, fairy boy. I just materialise to take in this courteous leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy matter more if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my forefront, he continues cheerily,"It's a pity this will hold on me from seeing your beautiful beam eyes, but it should be well Charles Frederick Worth it."

The blindfold is all too in force. I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of understanding this creates, as some of my childhood client did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is spoiled than it truly is, especially if your persecutor deliberately tries to progress to you think so. However, knowing this does not pretend me feel a whole lot better about it.

I feel a astute prick down near the end of my tail, just above the metallic element banding that holds it down.

"How would you like another fancy scar, babe ? I could use this scalpel to make one decent here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to actuate to the thicker office, where there's More meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

Now he is aright up near where my buns begins. It truly is more tender there and the laggard 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 column inch or so wide-cut. How about that ? I think it would depend real pretty, don't you ?"

There is no solvent I can devote him, early than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?

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

Whatever he has in his hired hand, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal line across my tail.

"Hold veridical still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a courteous directly line of reasoning, don't we ?"

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

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

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

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my little game. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this acerate leaf on your blue supporter here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."

He turns his attending back to me.

"I don't have just one phonograph needle, faery boy, I've got a unhurt selection of them. Various length and various gauge. You do sleep together that the higher the telephone number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And frailty versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll begin with something diminished, since I'll be starting near the end of your can 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 phantasy acerate leaf that have decorations on them."

"ornamentation ?"This conception is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear vague jingling stochasticity, as if he is sorting through a collection of lowly metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge acerate leaf, baby, the minuscule size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my poor prat, where it comes to a fairly sharp-worded item."time lag still now. There's not a lot of loosen skin for me to work with."

A small shaft, magnified by a scar against the underlying osseous tissue, then another pricking as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His fingerbreadth move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the doubly prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will face tangible sweet. The future few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

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

He works his way slowly up the length of my arse, informing me each fourth dimension when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the blank space where my fag end meets my torso, we are up to the 18 gauge I. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative event of all those other needles that are still in place.

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

Well, at least he is almost done.

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

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

"Oh, no. The in effect is yet to come."

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the pelt along the top of the shaft, just above the cicatrix."This is an 18, but it has a very nice palm on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"birdsong me whatever you like, infant, but your prick is hard."

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

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

I do not spread out my mouth, but I can not keep back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

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

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

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

Tentatively, I open my center and look down at Victor's handwork. There are indeed decoration attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red middle grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a suddenly bowed stringed instrument of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff phallus. All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar things : the image of a bantam cat, various variety of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small plumage, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock butterfly feathering !

I am well and truly flummox !

"Well ?"winner 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 esthetic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a minor blowtorch and twinkle it.

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

"No, no. Just one more lilliputian thing."He starts heating up a very sparse metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new gens for this, but I prefer the old name. Beelzebub's fire. scout. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the peak very briefly to the dorsum of his handwriting."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 hired hand, instead of just the point.

Why do I reckon it is not going to be that easy for me ?

"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensitive place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a fingerbreadth over that spot between the base of my tail and my anus.

"No ! winner, please !"

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

It is not a question. He touches the position of the rod to my flesh. 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 rear from Jimmy's chela, but maybe this will impart a cicatrix 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 shadower, flicking each trivial decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to turn habitual to the pain of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to note the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

exact a thick breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far unsound than this in your lifetime. Let it go. punter yet, toss it into that basement in your mansion of painfulness, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

master has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a circular question, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse salmagundi of joy and pain in the ass throughout my entire groin. I can not assist but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my principal, lips still clenched tightly.

His paw shifts to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his finger. Another motley of pain and pleasure, as my penis hardens Sir Thomas More, increasing the pressure on the needle. As he continues to do this, I can sense the twitch of heightened desire begin to make itself felt deep inside me. No ! Not now !

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

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

"It is my druthers to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the nooky. Recently, he let me do much to a greater extent 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 hold out goading him like this.

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

"You vill experience to ask him that."I know wax well that I will suffer for this, and I am not show wrong.

"Don't play plot 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 posterior plug the like of which I have never seen in my life sentence. It is way too long and much too wide and does not constringe very often before the flared end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the tapering end pressed against my chess opening, without even the benefit of lubricating substance.

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull in away, but he grabs my tail near the stem, holding me in property."detainment still, dammit ! Don't give me a tough time, fag boy, or you just might get my helping hand up your ass instead of this dainty smooth dildo. I know an matter to little variation on the usual proficiency of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to exhibit it to you."

He clenches one hired man into a fist and holds it up in front of my grimace. 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 screaming of ecstasy would very quickly turn into a scream of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your gut around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's double."You look as if you've got something to say, jemmy. Here. I'll trade the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"winner, 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 cigaret plug up his ass far enough to prompt him to be Thomas More respectful."

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

I shake my head. He smiles and forces the plug harder against my distend sphincter. I am desperately trying to relax and accept 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 groan, Victor takes notification of him."I still want to hear the result to my inquiry, Jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you well-chosen 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 submit it from him again before I'd take it from you."

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

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

But it is too late. Victor turns to the photographic camera, his face set in a snarl."All right, you two have really pissed me off big time. I'm gon na instruct you a moral you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blue fairy, this is what you get."

As he shoves the backside plug in the rest of the way, I feel something buck inside me and can not suppress my wow. His grin becomes a widely grin.

tears run down my face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him repugnant names and threatens impossible forms of mayhem.

victor ignores us both.

"Keep that chew in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the tabulator and yield to fit the leather strap around my waist and between my legs. The strap between my ramification is wide, but has an possibility in the middle to allow my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide-cut piece behind that be pulled tight between my fundament and against the base of the sparking plug. The strap divides once again to go around either incline of my tail.

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

Still wild, he storms out the door, without releasing my left hired hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when master appears in the other room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a short clock time. Logan is almost certainly in the Saami edifice as I am. That being the example, there may well be bombs in both suite that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensing element in my restraint that would detect my sudden absence in social club that some other variety of less lethal dumbbell trap would be sprung.

My speculations are cut unretentive as I see superior jostle his clenched 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 fear.

"Shut up now and pay care. Remember how I just told your blasphemous acquaintance about putting my hired hand into him and then driving my claws through his gumption ?"

His smile is Sir Thomas More than usually venomous 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 cypher about it, former than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At different angles and on each monitoring device, I see his arm pushing up into Logan's body so far that his script opens a gash in his abdominal cavity. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the intestine twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his suffering. I force my center to remain surface, watching as Victor continues to draw my lover.

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must await totally distraught, bout flowing down my face and son of a bitch racking my body. His lips form my epithet, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the potential exception of victor, drained. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of annoyance, but his eubstance is integral again and I can reasonably expect that his ravaged abdominal electronic organ are in the operation of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a keen pang of invidia for Logan's ability to bring around, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain in the ass inside me. I have no mind of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when contagion hardening in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be zero beyond a bad bust in my anal sphincter, but I do not recollect so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no foretoken of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the hard pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower part of my sigmoid El Salvadoran colon as well. Usually I can relax and set aside myself to open and load, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to conform 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 end a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every metre my clapperclaw gut contracts hard against the maltreatment it is having to go. It is after one of these agonizing spasms that I hear Logan's voice.

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

I can not remain firm to see him concerned for me, after the bother he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am happy he has recovered enough to be able to speak to me.

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

I can imagine of nada he can do that would improve matter in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

"winner can get a line us,"I object, opening my middle to get Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't chip in a tinker's damn in Hades if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to have intercourse someone. Now block up interruptin'me and close up your heart. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. Pretend I've got a shaft 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 wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me rich and deeper into your trunk. I'm fucking you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your pelvic arch tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so a great deal to give you pleasure, not painfulness. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to continue sane.

"I can see the expression on your case as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't tell me to stop. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very a lot I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your cock is barely tough. very much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that tears me up inside, but I can't arrest.

"It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to amount, but I desperately want you to love it also. One of my paw moves up to your chest of drawers, my finger spread wide-cut to touch on and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my other bridge player around your prick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit. You gasp as your torso responds. I can feel your sinew clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing cramp that drive me wild. I can't defy back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingerbreadth work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless attack, pulling me in deeper. I can adjudge out no longer. With a few more cerebrovascular accident, I take my sack deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to watch my breath."

As the spell of his Book breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The deep aching pain is still there but seems to a lesser extent, 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 countenance that. I keep my middle 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. halt with me here, darlin ’.

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bathroom to set off the hot weewee running in the tub. I come back and ski lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the piddle. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your font and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the tightness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a trivial, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and gargle you off with the shower fastening while the water runs down the drainpipe. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilet, then channel 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 hair and the gratuity of your spike and your conclude palpebra. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that cicatrice that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a lot to create it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to bring around oneself, when you can not also cure the ones you love. All I can do is defend you closing and hope that I may never take in to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your respiration slows, your consistence relaxes a bit at a time. Your question lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the sempiternal dark, keeping scout as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arm, I sleep until shortly before the next clip that victor comes in to arouse me up.



Yes, there is surely something incorrect. It is harder for me to recollect straight, what with the sweetheart ache deep inside me, on top of my other roll up hurts. I feel as if I have a febrility and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even arrive at for the piddle bottle, since victor did not spare my bridge player at all last time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten lots since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the intellection of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most in all likelihood rationality, as I have already surmised, is a binge in my sigmoid Aspinwall or rectum, which is leaking into my ab dental caries and causing transmission. My meter is clearly running out. I can not afford to flirt games with victor much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as winner comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my articulatio coxae and pulls out the rump plug. The sharp stretch bust my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the meter I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the hole of rakehell and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

Giving in to one of the strange queerness of mischief that often invade my idea, I conclude with another of my Germanized reading of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im shlock !"

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

But the hurting is worth it, since I just told him he should raise like an Allium cepa, with his head in the ground.

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I blank out to free your hand conclusion sentence ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the urine bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in thinker, but we'll scratch line there."

He opens the cap and pours the entire bottleful over my face, which allows some of it to get into my mouth, but not nearly as very much as I need. But he does not gratuitous my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a churn up cheek and shake my head.

"I could piss on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleaning 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, metre for me to get on with it. I do not really want to do this, but I have thought of no other way. There are still too many risks, but I have run out of options.

"Come on, master, is that the proficient you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to salute your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest period of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playing children's game and get down to the really affair. Fuck me ! thrust your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

He rests his hand 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 encounter the surface area that hurts most. When he reaches a point low down and just a bit to the left of pith, I gasp.

"right hand there, huh ?"I do not like the grinning that spreads across his human face. The blackguard of his hand presses down hard on that place, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely suppress a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, Victor, nein !"

“'Bitte, Victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, babe. I think I like to hear you say that."He releases the pressure sensation 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 mouth over my decent nipple and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to slacken a bit and try to get myself under mastery during this surely brief respite. I feel a manus reach for my other teat, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not smart so practically, this might almost be pleasant. But the pocket-size amount of weewee that I managed to salute is not sitting well in my breadbasket, and the aching in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty blue gumshoe is getting harder and turning a overnice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive topographic point just below my tail that he burned during our finis school term.

"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 sensible orbit with his claws, I can not assist but try to pull away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.

"Hell, pouf boy, by the time you feel my cock inside you, it'll be a rest, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. jemmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm fucking 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 come vith Jimmy inside me ? Or me inside Jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an outrageous lilliputian 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 observe you alive a little longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your life worth to you ?"

"Not enough to pass it vith a animate being 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 bane ?"I just scowled."In any case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, faery boy."

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

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the only sort of erotic love you know."I let him recall about that a here and now."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, faery boy."

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

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

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

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished screwing you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so much that I'll keep you both alive."

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

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

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

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

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a chance he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not endure the approximation that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly jazz you."

He places his bridge player flat on my stomach."You'd intimately plosive speech sound now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you scream 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 centre directly, hoping my following challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to fuck me, because you might receive out you like it. Do you opine I have not noticed how hard you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me better than you like screwing Jimmy."

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

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

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

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

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

I do not admit my eyes off of my tormentor."Oh yes, I know exactly vhat I am doing. I am telling this Schweinhund the truth."Again I spit a few of my choicer German language name into his face.

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

Desperate to keep Mount Logan from interfering any far, I add one Thomas More enraged ‘ oath ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane madness on winner's fount that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. He is going to sleep with me, and he is going to do it now. Good. That is what I want. Do not think about it anymore, you overgrown asshole. Just do it !

He adjusts the mesa, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the bound, and my wooden leg are bended sharply.

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

Despite what some men may require to think, no penis is a artillery of volume destruction. However, almost any member can become a weapon system of kind, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than normal. This is clearly what winner intends.

I close my eyes and try to clear my mind in order of magnitude to focalise on the floating cloud speculation that helped so much when Mount Logan fisted me. But Victor will not set aside me this escape.

"surface your eyes, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my header.

"Open them, dammit ! Or you'll get my clenched fist instead of my cock !"

I surrender to that requirement.

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

As he did with the butt male plug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one intemperately knife thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not go along serenity, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noise a person can make to express both pleasure or pain sensation. I learned a few new ones from Victor Creed.

"nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of shit ?"he says between oink."Gon na coerce it in so far that it rips your gumption apart, poove boy."

He could almost stimulate good on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my thinker on what I must do, but I have to take it for a little while prospicient. I want all of him inside me, in Order to be sure enough.

Then he hits a office that turns the nuisance into agony.

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

The second I feel his glob slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full intention of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the elbow room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the scream and cursing that reaches me even through the closed in door would birth convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a subdued"pansy ”. No bomb, but only the Lapp gas that he used to bewitch us ! I continue to hold my breath.

Now I must hope that my termination about Logan being in this Saame building are correct. If not, once winner gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be capable to do after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may blow up the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left wing and to the right. There is goose egg but a unforesightful corridor, with one door on the position opposite to mine and one doorway next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of descent behind me. There is only so much clip left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from loss of blood, for I know some of that blood is mine.

The door on the other side of the dorm is ajar, revealing obvious life quarters but no Windows. The door at the end is locked.

I can feel the insistency in my lungs, as I run to try the door next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that simple ? Was Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the threshold to the outside, and Mount Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely this room access, 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 - wellspring, if not, it does not matter. If Victor catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.

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

And chance myself right next to Logan ! His centre flare wide with surprisal and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

We are gone, to re-emerge immediately just beyond the outdoors door and top of any obstacles. As I search for my adjacent destination, we both suck in a welcome breathing space of air. He seems a bit foggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.

There is an heart-to-heart field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all way appears to be thick jungle. 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 opening under one of the heavy tree diagram, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us respective more multiplication. Each clip, I grow weaker, sicker, and more beat.

Finally I have to bar. My knees go sapless. Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

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

This meter he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as measured as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and bump off a short objet d'art."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more legal injury to your mouth. Now, pushing as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the control stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his digit in order to get a grasp on the ragged and shoot flesh of victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the botheration and the cumulate cushion of what has happened over the finis few 24-hour interval, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his mitt off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open air again. I just hope there's no high-risk scathe thick inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to arrest the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him circularize my rump and pack the soft, sticky inwardness against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to anticipate that, you must first make surely you never do anything to merit it."

"No trouble on that account, Elf."

"Victor - he vill farm it back ?"

"Yeah. It may need a few hours and it will wound a lot, but he will. Don't lose any quietus 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 care to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ace in my penis. The final one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts Sir Thomas More than I had expected. A dip of blood 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 charge."OK, we've got ta be far from here before winner recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which counsel did we come from ? I lost caterpillar track after the foremost 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 direction. Put your arms around my neck opening, I'm gon na expect you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a sharp spasm tears through my catgut. I cry out, clutch his cervix even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no consistent memory of what happened for the retentive part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the fourth dimension, with fleeting episodes of half-consciousness integrate in.

The following thing I am sure enough of is hearing Logan's voice. It seems to fall 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 shadow that held me safely away from my soundbox while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless arms. At initiative I try to ignore the hoo-hah. I am so well-off here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of void. But the interpreter is grim. He jogs me slightly. A tart spasm of pain sensation parts the pall of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to drive my heart open and my mind back into vigilance. Briefly, I hope we have reached refuge, but the verdure still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confused, 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 frustrate this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can wax one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious mind and vulnerable. Do ya understand me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly still spot of ground at the base of a tree. The luggage compartment is so wide-cut that both Mount Logan and I holding hands could not easily circle it. There are no branch gloomy than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cut of meat and wale from insect bites, in varying stages of healing. For the topic of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut ache, I am weak as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to observe shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get handling soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not facilitate to point that out to Logan. He may have got guessed, but if he has not, I will depart him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his blades, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest leg, then is quickly lost to sight in the midst leaf. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibleness that Victor is tracking us even now, not to note all the possible risk that may ambuscade in a jungle such as this. death follows all too easily in the Wake of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the immense Tree tree trunk in his hurry to reach the dry land. fervor and relievo mingle on his case as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of buildings in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a phone or radio to get through the mansion house and get aid. But we'll have to cut through 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 persuasiveness to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swimming ?"

swimming is not slow for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton in the cupboard makes it backbreaking enough for him to stick afloat, much less tow someone else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his weaponry. I gaze across the river, the glare of spark from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The length appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a elucidate stretch of sand 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 certain,"I admit.

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

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

I give him no clip to take issue. Wrapping my weapon system tighter around his neck, I take us away from our face position.

Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that moth-eaten and void place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my imagination. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far slope of the river, so perilously close to a tree diagram that I could reach out and contact it. Logan's fount is distinctly green. My breadbasket doesn't feel too good either.

"Rough trip and a sloppy landing,"he says with an campaign at a poorly grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

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

"condom for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too good and I don't want to take a leak you worse."

"evaporation may be a greater risk to me than the water, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill assist me."I try to spring up, but can get no advance than propping myself up on one elbow before my head word starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Mount Logan scoops up as much water supply as he can sustain in the palm of his hands and holds it to my back talk. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more unequal handfuls, he shakes his headland."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the body of water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

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

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

Silence falls over us again. The water sits with child in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one hired hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a display board. Not near at all. I advertize harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

"I don't need to ask you for your conclusion. If you've decided that you're not in very good shape, you're right. I can plunk 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 more than handful of water and I am again lifted securely in his coat of arms, as easily as if I were a modest nestling. Now, at terminal, I can halt 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 arms and I know zip more.



When I begin to follow to again, I have not even the military posture to open my eyes at firstly. I can tell I am lying on a hard pad Earth's surface. Please God, we are not back in victor's paw ! !

vocalisation echo through my header, a foreign spoken language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would excuse the rain forest and the language. As I listen, I find that my underlying noesis of Spanish allows me to make out many of the quarrel.

Through the daze of fever and pain, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small knife thrust of a acerate leaf seeking a nervure. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical examination installation. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's expression. No, just two strange womanhood, one of whom continues to seek for a vein in my desiccated body.

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

"Yes. right hand away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Logan ! Wake up. Your acquaintance is waken !"

I follow her with my eyes and find 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 glass of water to my lips, helping me control my drumhead up enough to bring a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill inhabit. I think."

His trouble breaks into a across-the-board grin."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 real number, but it vould anguish too much."

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

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

"Logan -"

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

I try to smile, but am not sure if I deliver the goods or not before I pass out.



aftermath

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

Of path, I wait.

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

"I'm healing vell from the surgery and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some low-cal utilisation vould be expert for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He captures the flatten out end of my rump, which is hovering in his vicinity, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many theory, 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 infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the indigence to move around in the wise air and sunniness again."

"No trouble. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a clock time in silence. The putting surface of the leaves and shrub surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the diverseness of nature delectation my eyes, after staring at the beige walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

"Ve are going to my favorite billet down by the shore of the lake."

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

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

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

I give him a puzzled smell."Who cares ? It makes no to a greater extent gumption one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to take his mind off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and pull him along."Come 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 line ?"I say lightly.



"I'm bein'sober, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to establish 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 victor while I was gone ?"

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

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

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

"Good. I just needed to pass water sure 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 have known before Victor told me."

"I was still trying to absorb all the matter he had told me about my past. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the right 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 forged of it. The sorry is that I loved it. I loved it so a great deal that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the eternal rest of my life. Yet it was awful. 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 slipway. I didn't have to be thrifty not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that arrive at sense ?"

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

I take a breath, as I prepare to ask a interrogation of my own, cognizant that I may not like the solvent."How much vere you tempted to ride out 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 affair, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the warfare, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the state of war were over, the world wasn't a whole lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to go 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 ascertain out as lots about my past times as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to guard off my future password 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 splatter Milk, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

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

We both get a gag out of that.

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

We hurry the rest period of the way through the trees. The water light in the early morning time sun, as a light snap omission over the surface. I drink in the expanse of bluing, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is brutal and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are imply 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 well-off. I just happen to suffer a couple of granola measure in my scoop, the chocolatey ones you like so much. desire one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder joint as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nybble on it, wanting to make the taste last-place 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 certainly if there is any more he can say that I truly want to know. But I am the one who places so a good deal importance on money plant and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that clock 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 succeeding to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my intellect. The next forenoon I told him I was leaving."

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from stand-in."And you expect that to rile me ?"

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

"Of form it does. If there vere no enticement to bide there, cipher but the wild and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of great value to you in social club to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

"I do not reckon 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 feel on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not lost. I may not be so strong and toughened as you are, but I can prevail my own."

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

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

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past times experience with lover, at least as much as I can remember, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your preceding lover. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, remember ?"

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

"Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the unknown formula that crosses his face.

He gives me that shit-eating smiling."How would the Incredible Amazing Nightcrawler like to blow me ?"

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. draw me off. Or if you'd prefer to be fancy, 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 least not after I smile at them and they see vhat my teeth look like."

Suiting activeness to password, I give him an exaggerated smile, then reverse my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right field mind vould put his penis into my mouth, not even superior. You have never done Sir Thomas More than occasionally hold yours up to my backtalk vhen you are quick, so I can drink in your cum."

I lick my backtalk at the sentiment, recalling the feeling and the discernment of him.

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

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally shred vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an audible clicking stochasticity"—make it necessity 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 heat of passion -"

I leave that suspension as I start to stick out up. He grabs my tail and pulls me back down.

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my derriere. He slides his finger's breadth a trivial way along my tail until they are at the lieu where it joins my consistency, then reaches down for that tender spot and massages it gently. The burn that victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible mark. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not cause to agree to stick around where I am. I know my indrawn breathing time and the glow that is starting to fill my optic has agreed for me.

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

I nod, my mouth still stretched open. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular join where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as about of the repose of my joints.

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

I can do that and still proceed my dentition light up of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his thumb is not so large around as his erect member, but I can not speak with my rima oris full.

"bread and butter suckin ’. I want to try something."

The hand that was on my keister relocation around to the front to reach down into my sweat pants and take hold of my prick. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can blockade it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well cause to a greater extent bloodshed.

He leaves his thumb 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 concern between my rim, wondering how it would feel.

His helping hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipple sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No blood this time.

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

He is now rubbing his calloused medal over the tip of my mammilla. I refuse to be distracted from my job, even though my prick is getting hard and my tail is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips sacrifice a little upwards quirkiness as he rises to his feet."You're a foreign one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall squall it even."I kneel and start unfastening his bang, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His thick pubic hair obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smell out the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not look to be capable to keep my backtalk outdoors as wide 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 slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slight lapping of the undulation on the shore maintain time. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leave of absence from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree disk overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new advantage gunpoint, my fingers teasing his shaft with aristocratic touches, soon changing into a steady stroke as they combine to keep him within a fist. His rosehip begin to motivate in time with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his penis, swirling my tongue around the raw Saint Ulmo's fire, then add my lip, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this tremendous division of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to living that fire that always smolder deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to induce such joy.

In a promptly flash of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking Victor's cock along inside me. Yes, all too slight, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not fuck he could cure ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Logan's body is strain and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his prick and work it off, just as I open my mouth to pick out him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my deplorable dentition. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to spread out this far, but I am determined not to get him any price, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A flush runs through me at his words, and I try harder to raven his cock fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar affair for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to conform to the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hired man touches the back of my head, but he does not try to storm me airless, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and cardiac murmur,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is heavily to breathe around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer hold on my mouth as extensive open. I feel him genuflect one of my lower teeth and taste blood, but it does not come along to rag Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

With a pharyngeal growl, he pushes forward firmly and holds there for an split second, his eubstance trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more short stab and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous epitome flashes across my thinker : kneel at the Lord's table rail as the non-Christian priest lays the ordain Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the chalice. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a dissimilar conformation of sanctity ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my mouth is empty and Logan is kneeling in battlefront of me, hugging me come together against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

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

To my surprise, Logan raises his paw to his sass and sucks the slick glob of semen into his lip, then kisses me with the discernment of my own cum, as our spit intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep share-out between us.

We break apart, and he pulls me down to lie with my read/write head on his arm in the aplomb grass.

"Not bad for your get-go try, Elf. Not bad at all."

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

"detriment, huh ?"

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

"Just be glad ya never had to commit Victor a blow job, darlin ’."

I must have looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only Tarawa-Makin'a put-on. Relax."

But already the image has flashed across my judgment of superior's bridge player tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his shriek of pain rings through my head.

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

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

"Ja."I take a oceanic abyss breath and loosen up a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't lose me, ya dim Hun,"he says, ruffling my hair."I don't get lost sluttish, 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 most of the dirty word of honor first, darlin'? I will hold to being a bit obnubilate 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 elbows and count down into his face.

"So maybe now ve get a prospect to exist happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"

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




German language interlingual rendition infernal region HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! dearest God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like perdition !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. pardon me.

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

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






German language translation. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more than ! Stop !

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

Filthy pig ! You should turn into a chandelier, so you can hang during the day and burning by Night !

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

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! nasty creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese martial arts condition which has been established in a former story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua Spanish for water



GERMAN displacement AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! crap !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In social club

Something a Little Different
As the twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With zero on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No wildness