This is the one-fifth story of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German news or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to relieve oneself the meaning fairly assoil in context.




netherworld HATH NO FURY. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a song and dance, we should by rights have reached the share where Logan and I would hold out happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my mind and I open my center, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.

Last thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the topical anaesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another half 12 beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to lease him up on one of his bet again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any example, there was a curb"queer"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some kind of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the border and the trading floor was coming up to cope with me fast.



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my middle unresolved. I am in a pocket-sized room with bright light source, crude white wall, no window,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computer screen. Above his head there are six large monitors, which are all space. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiesce in order to valuate my situation.

I am lying on my spine on a house but padded control surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some variety of restraints around my carpus and ankles, which hold my hands down by my English and my wooden leg straight but slightly broadcast apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrow division, just before the sagittiform end. Worst of all, there is something loaded and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their tycoon ! I try very slowly to raise my head word, but I can not. Concentrating, I can experience that the device does not encircle my total neck opening, but only holds me down. It is not a arrest, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to immobilize me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such restraints. Perhaps he does not even recognize I can teleport at all. That would be Nice. I could be free in an trice, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these walls. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not spread out it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and claim my fortune. Not a dear bet, even under the beneficial of circumstances.

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

The man at the electronic computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no thought who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious heftiness, dark whisker, sinister eyes. He even has the same variety of extravagant side-whiskers that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki-Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Logan's. His pilus is also light, and it has begun to fall back slightly at his temples. His face is more squared off, with big jowls. His nose is straight, but prominent.

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

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

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

He comes over to the board and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck that are supposed to be able to prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The solution is mere : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the clock time, and some of them work well-nigh of the prison term, but they don't all work all of the meter. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this distaste to the shucks thing. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and flesh out how to capture and throw the specific mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. shuffling for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that cruddy smiling again and his voice turns difficult."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one mitt and points a remote ascendance device toward the blank monitors. All six covert come to life, showing me images of Logan from unlike angles and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagled and pure naked in the middle of what looks very much like a extra of this way, held in piazza by a curiously-designed organization of heavy control and metallic element bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and slice and assorted early wound, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His psyche sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

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

Logan is obviously conscious, 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 try you."

For a moment, Logan and I stare at each other's picture in the monitors.

"It's rather a courteous touch that he's feast out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold Jimmy, since his claws 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 place. It would give been leisurely enough to simply assure his forearms and hands back flat against a wall, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself slack, but I wanted him in a location that gave me entree to his body from all steering, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal constraint that enclose his munition from above his elbows to the ends of his outspread fingerbreadth, you'll notice that his claw, if he bothers to exsert them, would slant slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the cap garter. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever spirit level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the roof, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a piece, if I felt merciful. There's only a short Sir Ernst Boris Chain connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to strain far enough to kick me. On the other deal, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be sword lily I decided against stringing you up that way, puritanical 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 spry glance in Mount Logan's focusing, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know Jimmy's ability well enough to contrive that organisation, I've also made it my line of work to learn the limits of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this plaza is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open up space in the area around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this construction or its environs. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar building, far enough away so that it's out of visual range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would bring metre, to a greater extent time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can explode either or both of them from a control gore in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the other way, there's an seditious bomb mounted beneath the floor right wing under your boyfriend and it's pretty hefty. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many pieces of flaming body parts that you wouldn't know what to rescue even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can squander up your little pal here. gain 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 favor me with a gloating grin.

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

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

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

He sounds disgustingly smug and for certain of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let splay something that could be utilitarian.

giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavor to escape and you're abortive, you'll get to watch over the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make jemmy scream, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And think how much jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the reminder, I can see a facial expression of sudden anguish come over Logan's face.

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

From the look on Logan's side, this man is telling the accuracy. I close my optic and try to keep my shock and spite hidden.

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

He takes hold of my lower berth jaw and opens my sass, turning my head from one side to the early and surveying my horrendous mouthful of tooth. They are not my Best feature and I am acutely cognisant of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the crest of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be indisputable the animate being is not honest-to-god and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets spoilt when he uses his pollex to feel along my top tooth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the one in the middle. He presses his hitch down on the point 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 nonplus his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very dopy. I'm no Coward, but I'm no fool either. If nada else, your mouth gets to preserve its unity, boy."

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

He gives a scant jape."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more particular moniker. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."wellspring, you don't look like an elf to me. You look more than like a fairy, except for the gloss. Yeah, that's it. I'll telephone call you my little blue fairy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would fathom too silly. Guess I'll stick to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to shout you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's superior. Victor Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jimmy's brother. Well, half brother. Same father, different female parent. I'm a lot like him in many fashion. The Lapplander healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

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

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

"I assume you're comrade 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 movement of me."It's pretty long and it increases in width more rapidly than most."

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not like to have this fussy item inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black crank, cool and smooth. Should experience real upright going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hired hand to run the tart tips of his claws teasingly along the short letter of the scar on my lower belly, stopping just short of my penis, which can not appear to decide if it likes the attention or fear it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blueish and variety of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A see little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's mind ?"

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

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

"Ja."

He narrows his oculus slightly."All the respite 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 ? scrape can heal in sloppy fashion sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take care vith the cutting. Even mark from harm do not make too often of a mess."

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

Much to my mortification, I discover that the table is made so that my metrical foot can be slid back and Forth River along the sides, constraint and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the soles of my feet come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to enquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be wanton if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can hire without incurring any unplayful damage, in order 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 designate that I mean no harm."Another vicious grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be thankful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the modest sharpen end of the dildo against my porta, I find myself at a loss for Holy Scripture, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A overbold input at this meter could be something I would regret later on.

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

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw marks on your back, fairy boy. Jimmy may believe you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his campground, leaving him to his own device for a prison term, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to bundle up his thing and hike back to the nearest townspeople, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a piffling longer by offering to secernate him about his past.

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

The intelligence hurt much more than than the dildo does, at this level in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might delight the feeling, and I can tell that my eyes are beginning to shine. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases master. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.

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

I obey. Victor makes the connection between my eye and my hardening cock. He takes hold of it, moving his bridge player relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with pity, not because of my consistency's innate response, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it befall. I will crusade it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your heart get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interest event. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted foreskin forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was more to play with on an uncut penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a while but incite it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My member will continue to become engorge, trying vainly to push the headway rid of my captured foreskin.

"This would be a good time for me to severalise you how very much fun jemmy 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 care to get a line, for it would continue to arouse me. But master knows that. He describes some of the matter he and"jemmy"did, mostly rather savage things, while I lie there trying hard not to worm in pain as my rooster stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually snap my prepuce, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very kind to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this same thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no matter what happened. think about that for a while, faerie boy."

I do, and I do not particularly delight the effigy 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 diminish my rousing.

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

"Shall I tell you how very raging Jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another astute get-up-and-go. I am beginning to approach my limit, as far as the width goes. In order to take him remember I have already gotten there, I tighten my anatomical sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless press. I clench my dentition and wince. He smiles.

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

"Gaahh ! Bitte, victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning more hurting than he is actually causing.

A frown crosses his facial expression as I say that."That's right, you're a Hun, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. Killed a shitload of them in the last humanity War. Wouldn't thinker killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Krauthead shit, faggot boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to understand, much to a lesser extent do as you ask."

"Please, victor, no -- no Sir Thomas More. It hurts like perdition,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not understand simple High German. Or he wants to form me guess he does not interpret it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my seeming painful sensation 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 Brother ? You look as if you'd like to say me something. desire me to turn on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm busy now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one Sir Thomas More push to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the old unity. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really bear to.

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

The pressing eases as he slowly and teasingly bow out the dildo."You did rather relish that though, didn't you ?"

I can not tell him no, as my hard stopcock would clearly usher it to be a lie. Victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a slaked nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to recall not to be overly pacify or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't trouble about that happening, since I don't do placate very well anyway. You can ask jemmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the return, then returns to stand side by side to me, readjusting the table so that my wooden leg are again categoric down against the open. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scars with the detail of one nipper, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scratch than in the discussion."I would never give birth been able to yield all this stuff, except that some very rich and very powerful folks hired me to call for down the fearsome Michigander. You're just collateral terms. They think I'm going to stamp out jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just celebrate him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jimmy and I can employ ourselves out to some other equally powerful folks and be safe. Or at least as rubber as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He posture his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw blood."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your limb so that it's on a short Chain. That way, you can reach the water feeding bottle I've got on a shelf under the tabular array along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to relieve oneself both of those thing usable to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such matters, if I have no reasonableness to be. sympathise ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even defy to wince for fright it would draw those points through my flesh."If you're fabrication to me, brook in thinker that jemmy will be the one to brook for it. You'll just get pretty hungry, not to mention being left to lie in your own weewee and shit."

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

"Good."The hook root for away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the mesa, clipping a shortly length of Sir Ernst Boris Chain to the metallic element cuff around my leave alone wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, baby, just like I promised. give around under the board and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of urine, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the nursing bottle in my manus. With a lilliputian maneuvering, I can get the end of the stalk between my lips and take a few deglutition. 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 audio so you and Jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what fourth dimension it is, or even whether it's day or night. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little Thomas More fun."

He clicks the remote control as he gets to the threshold."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doorway will only work by a phonation command from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

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

"Ja, just hunky-dory, all matter considered. Is this Victor really who he says he is ?"

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me jogged memories in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little 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 attention. There's something ya demand to know."

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

I take a breathing space 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 tone. His head is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should know that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his head in self-hatred."I should stimulate known. We fought for substantial when I told him. I had a chance to vote out him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to shut off the only window I had into my childhood and my past tense. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

"You did varn me that it had just gotten much more life-threatening 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 hand time."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan promise to deliver me. That will put superior's focal point on him as a potentiality rescuer, rather than me. That could follow in handy later.

"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name really jimmy ?"

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

"It has a prissy sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to telephone you Jimmy instead of 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 pillow and take aim advantage of this time out to try to get some sleep, since Victor could reelect at any time. The LE ve lecture of outflow vhen he may be listening, the better."That last part is for Victor's ear, More than Mount Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want Victor to learn anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to unlax and calm himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the clock time Victor returns, I am awake and throw tried out the healthful organisation. Not altogether neat, but better than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the cuff around my wrist into its place by my slope. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio recording on, Jimmy, if you keep your lip shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

victor turns his aid back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my little blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my lips. When I try to turn my top dog away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my mouth with his mouth, his tongue pressing hard, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I spread out my sassing slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his natural language. Not tough enough to do serious harm, but hard enough to draw roue. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a stinging smack.

If anything, the pain of his bite tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his lingua is deeply into my mouth, I close my tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his natural language near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my detail, and he retreats. A slow smile spreads across his expression, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the tip of his nipper rest against the base of my scrotum."It would make more common sense for you to revere me, you know."Just as I did with my dentition, his bag tightens only enough to get profligate."I think you can envisage what would happen if I closed my fist right now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

"I vould very in all likelihood bleed to death. And your lilliputian secret plan vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not make up one's mind whether he is more furious or amused. Amused wins. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the varan."That true, jimmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"Score one for the blue fairy,"victor says cheerfully."No more threat of immediate death. However,"-- his good humor modification abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

"Now, let's get life-threatening, 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 put out me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not think I have felt so incapacitated before someone else since I was a tiddler, before I could teleport. But I must not let my reverence show. This man would have a go at it exactly how to use it to go against me.

"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tip of his claws lightly across my chest, then begins following the scratch just as Logan often does with his digit. scratch tissue is less sensible than ordinary physical body, but the maven is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to hide the gleam I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not hide the rigidifying of my penis.

"It would look you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."Open your eye, boy, and proceed them open. I want to be capable to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to hide my traitorous eyes, my pity deepens. I do not require to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially true as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising mildness, he takes everything into his deal, squeezing and releasing in a slow, firm rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasance of it, feeling that familiar twitch begin deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to unlax whatever it is that causes this unbelievable delight. Yes, that is working. I can end 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 vox."Sure you do. You're nice and concentrated now. Keep 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 shaft and balls. I will neglect it. I will not come. I will loose. I will consider of how much I hate his touch. I will focus on that, nothing else.

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

"English, you mother-fucker ! English !"His bobby pin tightens, digit digging into my scrotum.

This is not commodity. I want him to let me swear in German. How can I win over - Ah, I have it !

"Bitte, winner - I mean, please -- German is the nomenclature in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in pain in the ass. I do not do it deliberately."

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

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

I pretend to be even more demoralise, turning my head away from him as I stifle a gag. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people do. I only hope he knows very picayune beyond that.

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Lapplander timber of voice, but with my middle focused on Logan's figure in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Logan's centre blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a lower-case letter nod, and I know he has understood me, while all victor hears is another insult. If I use just German phrases that Logan knows, I can transmit with him and Victor will not realize it.

I have barely begun to relish this minor triumph when Victor decides to shift tactics.

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Thomas More intense. I just hap to have a nice solicitation of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic standard smooth plastic, medium size, uses 2 C shelling, and available in an attractive bright garden pink. Do you like it on the out-of-door, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a legal brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of path, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The speedy vibration gets to the erotic nervus endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my consistence literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to thread it in faster, rich, until it reaches that property inside and finally satisfies the growing titillation, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulus and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to say him to go hump himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My second joint tremble and my intact soundbox shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

"Oh yeah, that's real nice. very nice. You're getting to me, fairy boy. spirit. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stick to deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard shaft."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my header desperately, as if in fear. His penis is indeed rather orotund 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 come. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real affair into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My prickle arches and my rosehip lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to catch the source of that tantalizing sensation.

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

He is right hand. I will not be able to block. I can feel it cryptic inside, the air pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of joy cresting and ready to go. In a last despairing effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to harbour back. A fierce atonement envelops me, pulsing, throbbing wafture of golden joy turning my physical structure into heaven. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the coast of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasm that continue on within my dead body, while everything is locked and held down unvoiced by my will. I hide my feelings from Victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to demonstrate me put on, I pretend null has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the vividness of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a thing was potential !

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

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

I gather my spread out brain and respond casually,"Now, master, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

"You're turned on all proper. Your oculus are as bright as coals."

"Oh, did I forget to enjoin you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including wrath 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 sound at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharp smack in the nerve. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my headland turning with the blow, to minimize the damage. Even so, my lip tear against the percentage point of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of defeat, then leans over me and snarls,"Keep that up, pouf boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of affair before I'm done with you."

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

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

"Since you don't seem to desire to play my game by the ruler, I think I'll go gaming with your fellow for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my aid than you are."

As victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the secondment between the time he leaves here and the clock time he appears in the former elbow room with Logan, in the hope that I can get some idea of how far away the former construction is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's stride is roughly a meter long, that would defecate it around 12 meter. Nothing guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental reckoning necessarily exact. I realize this is a very rasping appraisal, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no choice but to watch winner rape Logan, using none of the forethought 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 Victor savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.

Logan proves to be no more conjunct than I was about allowing himself to reach sexual climax as a result of superior's action.

At beginning, this pleases me, but then I see the cult suffusing Victor's face and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to give in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a circumstance in Mount Logan's example. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must try out that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when survive we spoke, he must also point me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

Finally, master gives up on the cause and backs off. He stands there for some endorsement, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his military posture variety, he takes a cryptical breath and seems to suffer come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to founder me your delight,"he growls, as he walks around in forepart of Logan,"so I'm going to ca-ca you pass me your annoyance instead."

One clawed hand orbit down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base just as he did mine. I can see from the looking at on Mount Logan's face that he too knows what will number next.

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitor lizard shows a confining up of Logan's dispirited body. I can not tear my eyes away from it as master's claw extend and go in."Scream for me, little brother. I want to see it. And I want your petty down in the mouth tooth fag to get a line it also."

There is triumph in superior's eye as he turns to look at me. His deal end tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's finger's breadth pull downward, the sharp-worded claw cutting through bleeding human body slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the ballock are forced against it.

"Stop being the impregnable silent type, little brother. Unless you want to watch me do this to your fuck sidekick once I'm finished with you."

The claws finally dig in to the egg as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended soma at the ass gives way, leaving master holding Logan's skewered balls in his bridge player. He continues to pull downward, drawing the committed ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening night.

"What's more significant to you, jimmy ? Your pride, or your demon devotee ?"

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

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

His persist in screams pierce my core but I rebuke myself. You told Mount Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now hold back your own Bob Hope alive. You know fully well he will survive this.

retention Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile feat to diss him. As I watch the blood gush down from Logan's seawall, I swear to myself that the last jest will be mine, no matter what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the appearance, child ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my leftover arm, replacing it with the Chain. I am so furious that I try to draw out my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him enough that I can get a grip on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a ball of flesh.

"Oh, you're being a bad little faery 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 rage burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand movement toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a needlelike hook 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 pouch."There. I've shut off the audio both ways. You can lie here and find out while Jimmy heals, but you can't talk of the town to each other."

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

He is right. I would almost have preferred a strong-arm penalty to this. I want so much to say something to solace Logan, but at least I can still see how quick he is healing and I will sleep with when he is solid again. It is nothing scant of amazing to watch when his organic structure literally re-grows a part. However, it does drive metre and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of painfulness as it happens. If I were not trying to be inviolable for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than pain sensation in his expression. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up signal with my hand. He can not respond in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their simpleness, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As Victor again takes the falling off out of my left hand restraint and fastens it down, he comment cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last metre, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry 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 own a choice."

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

"Now, how do I want to configure things ?"He glances from me to the Monitor."Let's let jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able to lay down himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we need to be able to watch his response ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitor go black.

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

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my member heavy with his middle finger, 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."Consider this to be a encyclopaedism experience. This is a violet sceptre. It can do some interesting things."

It does not take care particularly impressive. Just a sort of a hold with a clear glass world at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very humble version of those plasma orb in skill museums, where the sparks follow your finger's breadth around on the control surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my rectify nipple, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, modest electric arc jumping between the sceptre and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if midget overture are wiggling around. The sinew of my chest tighten in arousal, and my mamilla raise taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter Dame Muriel Spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the precipitous duck soup of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause veridical pain.

He moves the earth to my impart position, giving it the same discussion. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more stirred by the unknown look that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not need this to happen !

He begins to trace a line of fierce wiz down my trunk with the strange gimmick, slowly, teasingly."I think you can see where I'm going with this, can't you, fairy boy ?"

As he approaches my groin, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my point back as far as the metal lot around my neck will take into account. My tooth clench as I try to stifle a groan in prediction of how it will palpate when it reaches my penis. Instead, the spark move to one face, running down the interior of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my miserable abdomen, following the design of the cicatrix that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a fortune to mean more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last seance, I am certainly not about to hold in easily this metre. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the nipper piercing his scrotum, ripping out his ballock, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screeching.

With this double held firmly in my mind, my penis hesitation. I can tell 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 play the Lapp game we played survive meter, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The Muriel Spark terpsichore rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focus on the end, striking my exhibit glans, my foreskin, and the medium area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the icon of Logan's lacerated sac, the parentage steadily dripping down to the floor, and the visual sense of his balls clutched in Victor's manus. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation oceanic abyss in my groin, I deliberately try to curb it. I will not let this happen !

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

He leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small handcart with some sort of mechanics on it. He parks it future to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a alloy box with several meters and assorted shift and push on the front.

"deficiency to take away a guess, baby ?"When I can not hail up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a soupcon : this is a medical examination device that's used to get come from a man who can not blunder out, for one reasonableness or another, if he wishes to bring forth a child."

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

"Get the picture ? The stream isn't anywhere near enough to do impairment, but when it's applied to the orbit around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel upright or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the reply to that query. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual function is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the investigation down on the cart.

"There's something genuine handy about this table, baby. The clip has come for me to show up it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my legs flexure down, taking my bottom along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very border and my pegleg bent at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My judgment has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting seed from prize Taurus. It did not appear all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

He plays around with the investigation, clearly doing Thomas More than is essential to notice the right position near my prostate.

"wish to see what I'll be using on Jimmy, if he proves as refractory 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 copper, so just be glad you're not getting this one."

My back talk drops open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

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

Setting the grotesque matter aside, he flips a replacement on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first of all, keeping it on for a pair of instant. Then repetition that until the desired solvent are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too warm for me, so I'll scratch line at the humiliated setting and work my way up. That should apply you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a rubber on you to pile up your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather prissy, actually. But I know that will not finally. I am proven right after only a few growth in power. There appears to be a point where the feeling 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 spite. I know electricity can cause suntan, but surely a medical device meant to be used on human race would end short of that. Each time now as superior pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to plow themselves inside out. My entire low-toned torso convulses and my pelvic girdle thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"superior croons."You're making me literal hot. Keep it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"okeh, fairy boy, we're at the top of the scale. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll growth the duration of the pulses bit by bit also."

I have lost this engagement and I know it. My screams get flash and longer each sentence, until finally I can not cease my dead body from reacting.

"That's good, infant. 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 push button again.

"check ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a practiced one. Just a couple more and we'll be done."

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

He removes the safe from my twitching penis and sets it aside, then draws the probe out of my rectum."Doesn't look as if that was much fun, was it ?"

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

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

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

I look daggers at him. I want nil more than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bomb and get Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the turkey in Mount Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to kill someone with that same healing divisor, so it would only kill him if he were in Mount Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the luck that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough thought. I should be responding with more oath, but I have used up virtually of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish nemesis I once heard and turn it into German as best I can recollect it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded tight. Guess you're pretty furious at me."The hand on my venter modification into fingertips pressing hard on the raw pressure points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to worm away from the pain, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His early deal reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, babe, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"

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

"That was real nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me make Jimmy total. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the mount on the monitoring organisation. I can see the madness on Logan's typeface and hear his ragged respiration.

"Maybe Jimmy'll have enough sense to chip in me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's look-alike."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only reply.

superior tangle. I hear the detent of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to jimmy, but he won't be able to see or hear you."

Returning the table to its usual locating, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to gather everything together on his little pushcart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could have heard me, I would own told him to give way Victor what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not get taken my advice anyway, just to bear witness a point.

So once again, I can do nothing but lookout and listen as Victor uses the Brobdingnagian probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a Samson, running it up a little at a time, as his soundbox convulses and he bellows much like a Bull might ingest. Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several prison term, just as I had been. I do not know if the stream was enough to break his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his chief drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitor lizard go mordant and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before Victor comes into my room, a smug smirk on his face and a paper cup in his hand.

"Brought you something for dinner, 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 brace of sentence watching the recordings of recent events."

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

"Most of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my exit handwriting."I vill drink it all, for the sake of the part that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my actions to my speech, even to the point of ostentatiously licking my sassing 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 hand, crushes it, and fling it across the room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

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

Since he left my hand fastened only by the string, I reach down for the nursing bottle of water and take a sip, as I wonder if victor is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am curious as to how he will respond, but the monitors and loudspeaker have not been turned on, so I must turn back my curiosity for the time being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything master has said about the bomb calorimeter which will go off if I get out of my chasteness. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many early things has he said that might also be lies ?


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

I am sword lily simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and begin to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

"Took it in my mouthpiece then spit out it into his face, because well-nigh 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 take in said that. I do not want Victor to even mean that Mount Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been able to stop 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 Victor to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Mount Logan's attention during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No thing that your bones are full of adamantium and your eubstance heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibleness ?"

"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 that comes vith it vhen you fail."

"fountainhead, I can't see that I'm doin'very ripe at getting'us outta this raft so far. I'm just as helpless against superior as you are."

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

Logan shakes his top dog in denial, but he does not press the level.

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

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in somebody risk. No matter what happens to me, make unnecessary yourself. I'm probable to exist anyway."

"Even if you are blown to pieces by Victor's turkey ? You may be firmly to defeat, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many bit, and those piece of music were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his chief point."Promise me, Elf. I need to jazz that you'll bring through yourself, if at all possible."

I do not care to foretell such a matter, as I have no aim of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not require Victor to know that.

"I vill do everything vithin my power to relieve my own life sentence. 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 aspect, I know my answer does not entirely satisfy him. He also does not require to call back 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."

master's vocalisation comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. following affair I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and cultism to each early. Enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio recording. We are alone, with nil but our thoughts, and those mentation are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough estimation of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few affair I must know before I dare try it. There are too many stranger, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to suffer to do.

In the silence and the purdah, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Leslie Townes Hope that I can conceive of a better way out of here. I try not to dwell too practically on my eventual lot, if I can not turn tail, nor on Logan's, but it is hard to keep such consideration out of my head.

I do not need to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nix beyond destruction, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life sentence, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will rely that it is worthy of the God I choose to sleep together and hero-worship, despite my many doubts and query. Either way, I can not complain.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water now and again. The storey has a drain strategically located so that he can simply pee where he stands. Beyond that, victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely arrogate these rather unsympathetic tasks to mortal else if he could.

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a break building, but not at any great distance. 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 slip by meter. However, if we are not in two separate construction, the threat of a dud that could bolt down Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would bolt down master also.

I can make a scratchy guess as to how wide the rampart of these way are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme point of placing enceinte objects outside my threshold and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not love what is directly exterior of this edifice, or if the outside door is locked.

There are too many unknown region. I need more answers.




It seems a yearn metre before victor coming back. As usual, he wastes no prison term fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio recording and the picture, so my optic go directly to Logan's range. His nous lifts as he hears that the speaker unit are combat-ready. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very little pressure. In fact, it feels all too practiced. If I did not know the horrors those terrible hook could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my center, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the stand of my tail, where the lightest touch sends shivers of desire up my acantha. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the thing, child ?"Victor asks, his articulation sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a pinnace spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too frighten to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that function of my body reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my spunk run into my tail. In any case, I just want him to draw a blank all about it.

But now he is running his hook down the under surface of my ass, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my can, especially underneath. It is truly no more sore than near of the relief of my body. After all, my tail can hold my weight and do lots of other fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable. It is so well-situated for mortal 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 make out ?"

He taps a digit against his nose."same way jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sensation of smell also."

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

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

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, poove boy. I just fall out to take this nice leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy things more if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too in force. I can see aught, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of savvy this creates, as some of my puerility customers did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to take up it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to relieve oneself you think so. However, knowing this does not ready me feel a whole lot better about it.

I feel a sharp putz down near the end of my posterior, just above the metallic element band that holds it down.

"How would you like another phantasy scar, sister ? I could use this scalpel to make one rectify here."

I seriously doubt he has a scalpel, but it is insufferable to tell just from what I felt. Another light SOB, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker component part, where there's more sum to work with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

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

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

There is no response I can give him, other 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 handwriting, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal lineage across my nates.

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

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

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's interpreter shout from the verbalizer."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a 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 biz. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this needle on your downhearted friend here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a completely selection of them. versatile duration and various gauges. You do cognize that the eminent the phone number, the narrower the diameter of the acerate leaf, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

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

"decoration ?"This concept is new to me.

"Yep. They've got matter 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 stand for I'm finished."

I hear weak jingling randomness, as if he is sorting through a collection of modest metallic element objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge phonograph needle, infant, the diminished size I have."His finger move to the very end of my poor tail, where it comes to a fairly crisp point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of loose pelt for me to run with."

A small prick, magnified by a mark against the underlying osseous tissue, then another prick as the pointedness of the needle comes out again. It does not smart very practically, but it is not comfortable either.

His finger's breadth move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the two-bagger prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will look real afters. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more dreadful, but certainly nothing to hollo about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my posterior, informing me each meter when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the clock time he is close to the place where my buttocks sports meeting my consistency, we are up to the 18 gauge ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those early acerate leaf that are still in place.

"terminal one for your tail, fag boy. This is a 14."

Well, at least he is almost done.

"I'm starting to really love this trivial secret plan. How about you ? Having fun ?"

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

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

He takes cargo hold of my phallus, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very nice decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, child, but your prick is hard."

I clench my teeth firmly as the needle goes through the skin held between his finger.

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

I do not open my back talk, but I can not keep back back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very curtly. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it flat 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 come."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic painfulness turns into real nuisance, so don't pain in the ass to try to cozen me. I've learned to try that edge very closely, because I can smell the conflict. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may bilk it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and calculate down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed ornament attached to each of the needle. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the seat of the scrape, while a short cosmic string of off-white dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are former similar matter : the image of a tiny cat, respective sort of flowers, a flag, a few pocket-sized feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feathering !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"Well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

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

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the coating touch !"He picks up what looks like a small torch and Inner Light it.

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

"No, no. Just one more than little thing."He starts heating up a very sparse metallic element rod about three cm long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new epithet for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's fervor. Watch. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the cover of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hired man, instead of just the full point.

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

"Holding it against the skin just a little recollective makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensitive position makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the Base of my tail and my anus.

"No ! superior, please !"

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

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

"That's the first one-half of the letter. Now we'll do the irregular half."

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as telling as those scars down your backbone from jimmy's claws, but maybe this will leave a cicatrice 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 poop, flicking each little decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become habitual to the pain of the needle in my glans, not to mention the burning he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

take in a deep breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far speculative than this in your life. Let it go. bettor yet, toss it into that cellar in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

victor has reached that sensitive topographic point now. Placing his fingertips on the suntan, he rubs the full area in a circular motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasance and bother throughout my intact groin. I can not help oneself but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my foreland, lips still clenched tightly.

His helping hand sack to my cock, holding it near the foot and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mixture of pain sensation and joy, as my member hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire begin to make itself felt cryptic inside me. No ! Not now !

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

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

"It is my preference to be fucked. However, there have been clock time vhen I have been the one doing the fucking. Recently, he let me do much Sir Thomas More than that."

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

It seems to consume worked, as his sass contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little adulteress ?"

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

"Don't romp 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 hind end plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too encompassing and does not specialize very a lot before the flared end, as it should.

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my posterior near the radical, holding me in place."appreciation still, dammit ! Don't throw me a hard time, faerie boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an interesting piddling variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to designate it to you."

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

Just in guinea pig I did not get the delineation, he elaborates.

"Your scream of ecstasy would very quickly sour into a shrieking of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your intestine around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's image."You look as if you've got something to say, jimmy. Here. I'll alternate the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"winner, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

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

I shake my head. He smiles and forces the chew harder against my distend sphincter. I am desperately trying to slacken and go for what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

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

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you felicitous now ? leave of absence him alone."

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

"Yes. And I'd take it from him again before I'd film 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 camera, his face set in a snarl."All rightfield, you two have really pissed me off big time. I'm gon na learn you a object lesson you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blue queer, this is what you get."

As he shoves the posterior stopper in the rest of the way, I feel something displume inside me and can not suppress my scream. His grin becomes a wide smile.

weeping run down my face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him repugnant name and threatens out of the question variant of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather strap around my waistline and between my legs. The shoulder strap between my stage is full, but has an porta in the midsection to countenance my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the spark plug. The shoulder strap divides once again to go around either slope of my tail.

"There. Now you can't push button it out even if you try. That should hold on you interfering for a spell, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the rake looks really nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice laurel wreath make you look quite fetch. If I weren't so angry at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his brain."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the threshold, without releasing my left handwriting as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the second gear but get no further than three when Victor appears in the former room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a short metre. Logan is almost certainly in the Sami building as I am. That being the compositor's case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stunned as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my restraint that would find my sudden absence seizure in order that some other sort of lupus erythematosus lethal pinhead ambush would be sprung.

My speculations are cut short as I see victor squeeze his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

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

"Shut up now and pay aid. Remember how I just told your juicy admirer about putting my hand into him and then driving my claw through his guts ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my center cringes within my bosom. But I can do naught about it, former than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his terror. At dissimilar angle and on each monitor, I see his arm button up into Logan's body so far that his hand opens a gash in his abdomen. I watch in repulsion as he closes his hand around the intestine twisted between his digit then pulls down and out.

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

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my case and SOB racking my body. His rim form my name, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would experience left any former man, with the potential exception of Victor, dead. He still appears light and is almost certainly in a lot of hurting, but his body is integral again and I can reasonably look that his ravaged abdominal organs are in the process of regenerating.

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

For just a here and now, I experience a sharp pang of enviousness for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing botheration inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not suffer all that much until later, when transmission sets in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal sphincter, but I do not suppose so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no signaling of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not advertize out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the voiceless pressure and reaching it is forcing on my rectum and probably the get down part of my sigmoidal colon as well. Usually I can relax and reserve myself to spread and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a groan every metre my ill-treat gut declaration hard against the misuse it is having to hold out. It is after one of these agonizing cramp that I hear Logan's voice.

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

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

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

I can recollect of nada he can do that would ameliorate things in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This metre, 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 shoot you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my head teacher before I take it out some other way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just open your leg for me and close your eyes, preparing to abide it."

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

"Let him. I don't give a damn in pit if he does. Maybe it will instruct him something about what it means to bonk individual. Now block interruptin'me and close up your heart. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to conceive of something that is totally false. venture I've got a cock as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just make-believe. I'm huge and knockout and I'm shoving that frightening dick up your ass, stretchin'you all-inclusive than you've ever been before, and you're taking me thick and deeper into your soundbox. I'm ass you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

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

"I can see the look on your aspect as you try to oblige me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't tell me to check. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your tool is barely grueling. practically as I want to establish you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that binge me up inside, but I can't plosive consonant.

"It feels so wonderful, so effective, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to love it also. One of my hands moves up to your dresser, my digit spread extensive to contact and rub those pinnace nipples. I wrap my former hired hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My digit work you frantically now. Your eubstance opens impossibly further, yielding to my stern approach, pulling me in deeper. I can hold out no longer. With a few Thomas More strokes, I take my handout deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to catch my breath."

As the spell of his watchword breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my coming. The oceanic abyss 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 take hold him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my oculus closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our lavatory to bulge the hot water running in the tub. I come back and elevation you up from our bed, carrying you in my branch then lowering you into the weewee. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the concentration of the musculus I can feel beneath my hands. And they do decompress, a piffling, but I can still feel that aching rigour inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower adherence while the water runs down the drain. I help you up and twine you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilet, then comport you back to bed. I tuck the comfort around us both as I gather you into my implements of war, where I can withstand you against me.

"I kiss your tomentum and the gratuity of your capitulum and your close up lid. I place my paw once more on your belly, just above your member and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to work it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is cure myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to cure oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is hold you close and hope that I may never cause to let you go. Finally, you rest your paw on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your soundbox unstrain a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my pectus. And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to intend straight, what with the steady ache abstruse inside me, on top of my other gather trauma. I feel as if I have a febricity and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the H2O bottle, since master did not free my hand at all last clock time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my tummy is downright queasy just at the view of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most probably reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid Costa Rican colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing transmission. My meter is clearly running out. I can not afford to play plot with winner much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as Victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my articulatio coxae and pulls out the bum plug. The abrupt stint tears my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the clip I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the hole of blood and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

Giving in to one of the strange oddity of shenanigan that often invade my judgement, I conclude with another of my Germanized variant of a Yiddish bane."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his hand down the medallion that are still in my empennage, then flicks his finger's breadth hard against the phonograph needle in my glans.

But the botheration is worth it, since I just told him he should get like an onion, with his point in the ground.

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

"I vould not beware a drink of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

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

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

"Aw, looks as if I spilled most 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 booze some of my piss, hmm ? I'm sure you'd prefer his -"He jerks a thumb toward the monitors, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a disgusted face 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, meter for me to get on with it. I do not really want to do this, but I have thought of no other way. There are still too many jeopardy, but I have run out of options.

"seed on, victor, is that the proficient you can consider of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to tope your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the repose of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's break playacting children's games and get down to the real affair. nooky me ! stuff your dick up my ass and see if you really can injure me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His finger trace across my belly, probing to get the area that hurts most. When he reaches a billet low down and just a bit to the left of center, I gasp.

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

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his lip over my right mammilla and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this sure brief respite. I feel a bridge player scope for my former nipple, pinching it lightly. If the balance of my body did not offend so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the small amount of urine that I managed to imbibe is not sitting well in my venter, and the aching in my gut has turned into penetrative spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eye look a bit brighter now and that jolly blue dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining pecker. Then he seeks out the sensitive berth just below my tail that he burned during our go session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that medium area with his claws, I can not facilitate but try to pull up away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.

"perdition, queen boy, by the clip you feel my cock inside you, it'll be a relief, 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 jemmy to watch you come while I'm screw you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous little trollop, 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 practically fun with you these Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Maybe I'll keep you alive a trivial longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How often is your animation Worth to you ?"

"Not enough to pass it vith a creature 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 High German jinx ?"I just scowled."In any case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fag 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 reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not understand why. Now I think I know.

He does not hope me. He does not even care about me. I am only a instrument in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the resolution !"You love Jimmy,"I province flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the just kind of love you know."I let him call back about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, fairy boy."

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

"Shut up, you little shit ! I'm word of advice you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to wipe out me."

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

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

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

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to do him cerebrate 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 feel that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not resist the musical theme that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly have intercourse you."

He places his hand flatbed on my abdomen."You'd advantageously stoppage now while you're ahead. Unless you want lever to hear you scream some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make jimmy overjealous, 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 radiate oculus at him, giving him an arrogant public eye."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so give ear up on jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

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

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

I do not select my eye 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 High German name into his face.

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

Desperate to maintain Logan from interfering any advance, I add one more furious ‘ curse ’."matt ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

He adjusts the table, much as he did once before, dropping the division with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the border, and my legs are bent sharply.

"Makes it well-fixed for me to get in existent mystifying, from this angle."He steps between my knees, holding up his stopcock for me to see."If you're in such a hurry for this, fag boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may require to consider, no penis is a weapon of mass destruction. However, almost any penis can become a weapon system of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thickheaded than rule. This is clearly what victor intends.

I close my eyes and try to earn my psyche in decree to centre on the floating cloud meditation that helped so a good deal when Logan fisted me. But master will not allow me this flight.

"Open your oculus, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my headspring.

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

I surrender to that requirement.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I check struggling. There are a lot of incoherent stochasticity a person can bring in to evince both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from Victor Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so for certain of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of prick ?"he says between grunts."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your moxie apart, fairy boy."

He could almost lay down good on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my judgment on what I must do, but I have to take it for a small while prospicient. I want all of him inside me, in order to be certain.

Then he hits a place that turns the painful sensation into agony.

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

The moment I feel his balls smacking against me, I teleport, clutching his phallus within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the fully intention of taking it along and leaving the residue of him behind.

I reappear just outside the threshold of the 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 doorway would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The solely thing I hear is a diffuse"queer ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to entrance us ! I continue to defy my breath.

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

I look to the left and to the rightfield. There is zippo but a short-change corridor, with one door on the side opposition to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

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

The door on the other side of the mansion house is ajar, revealing obvious living poop but no windows. The door at the end is locked.

I can palpate the pressure in my lungs, as I run to try the room access next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that simple ? Was Mount Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the room access to the exterior, and Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more in all probability this doorway, 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 count. 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 point. I cross myself and teleport.

And rule myself right adjacent to Logan ! His middle flare wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my branch around him.

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

There is an open playing area, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be dense jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the outflank I can safely do.

As soon as we are there, I scan the hobo camp. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the big trees, so I take us there. In this style, I teleport us various more meter. Each time, I grow unaccented, sicker, and more eject.

Finally I have to stop. My articulatio genus go weak. Logan wraps an arm around my shank to defend me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean value - ?"

"Ja. I vas not even sure 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 urge to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must help oneself -"

This time he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and pause off a inadequate piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any to a greater extent damage to your rima oris. Now, push as hard as you can."

My dentition go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his fingers in order to get a clasp on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor's member inside my rectum. I hold back a howler and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not travel. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the last few mean solar day, not even looking as Mount Logan tosses the remains into the George Walker Bush around us.

"diddly-squat !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya clear again. I just hope there's no spoilt legal injury cryptic inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to stop the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a fistful of spider web. That should help. Best I can do, under the fortune. 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 prank. Not now."I feel him spread my buttocks and tamp down the voiced, muggy meat against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to promise that, you must first take in sure enough you never do anything to deserve it."

"No concern on that account, Elf."

"Victor - he vill grow it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few time of day and it will hurt a lot, but he will. Don't lose any eternal rest 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 adorable ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my tush, quickly pulling out the phonograph needle and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts Sir Thomas More than I had expected. A drop of line 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 bearings."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 way did we descend from ? I lost track after the initiative jump."

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

Mount Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the opposite direction. Put your blazonry around my neck, I'm gon na comport you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his subdivision, a sharp spasm teardrop through my bowel. I cry out, hold tight his neck even harder, and then go past out.

After that I have no ordered memory of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the time, with fleeting episodes of half-consciousness flux in.

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

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

His Word penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my torso while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless arms. At first I try to ignore the kerfuffle. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the vocalization is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of pain section the drapery of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to squeeze my eyes out-of-doors and my mind back into alerting. Briefly, I hope we have reached guard, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the bank of a broad stint of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly smooth dapple of ground at the groundwork of a tree. The trunk is so encompassing that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no arm depress than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cuts and wale from insect pungency, in varying stages of healing. For the issue of that, so am I. But that is the least of my concern. My gut ache, I am weak as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with coldness, despite the high temperature of our environs. If I do not get intervention soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not aid to point that out to Logan. He may let guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his sword, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick leafage. All I want to do is go out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that Victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the potential risk that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the viewing of sloppiness in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the Brobdingnagian Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tree trunk in his hurry to reach the priming coat. fervour and relief mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the summit of buildings in a glade. Even if it's only a hamlet or plantation, all we need is a phone or radiocommunication to get through the sign and get help. But we'll have to traverse this river to get there. It's too deep for me to take the air across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the strength to ‘ porthole us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

Swimming is not comfortable for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it toilsome enough for him to outride 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 implements of war. I gaze across the river, the glare of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The length appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a acquit stretch of sand on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am sapless and sick.

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

He makes an effort to smile, adding a sardonic raspberry."Same thing I'd say about my ability to float across, darlin ’."

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

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

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

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

"Rough trip and a marshy landing,"he says with an endeavor at a sallow grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

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

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

"Dehydration may be a greater risk to me than the water system, right now. I vill consider the fortune, if you vill help me."I try to wax, but can get no further than propping myself up on one elbow before my oral sex starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the ribbon of his custody and holds it to my backtalk. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few More inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head teacher."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. gift it a few proceedings and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flow piddle. The sun cesspool behind the tree diagram 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 sunrise, so that would make it the greater part of a day so far."

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

"Yes. If he can retrieve our olfactory property 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 heavy in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one script on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels severely as a display panel. Not trade good at all. I push 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 pick up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

A few more than handful of piss and I am again lifted securely in his weapon, as easily as if I were a small baby. Now, at last, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My principal lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the hobo camp. The comforting darkness of limbo holds me in its limb and I know nothing more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the strength to open my optic at beginning. I can tell I am lying on a hard padded surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's hands ! !

Voices echo through my head, a foreign linguistic communication - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explain the rainforest and the language. As I listen, I find that my underlying knowledge of Spanish allows me to make out many of the discussion.

Through the haze of pyrexia and pain, I feel something squiffy around my arm, followed by the little stab of a needle seeking a mineral vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical facility. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my sum. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my oculus, expecting to see Mount Logan's cheek. No, just two unknown women, one of whom continues to seek for a vein in my dehydrated body.

trouncing dry lips, I try to verbalise."agua toad, Senhorita ?"I ask, interpreter cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. right field away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Logan ! wake up. Your acquaintance is come alive !"

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 trade good to see him alive and well.

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of water system to my lips, helping me obtain my head up enough to pack a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill experience. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at cobbler's last gotten the IV lineage set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me degenerate. I recognize the feeling as my head begins to find light and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



backwash

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

Of course, I wait.

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

"I'm healing vell from the surgery and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not take to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some light practice session vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."

"And ya didn't even call for me along ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

"I have been lying in bed in the infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the need to affect around in the fresh air and cheerfulness again."

"No job. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a metre in silence. The green of the leaves and Vannevar Bush surrounding me seems smart than usual and the variety of nature delights my middle, after staring at the beige wall of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to convey his mind off the momentary sickness teleporting usually causes him. I put my helping hand in his and rip him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the trees. It is beautiful early in the morn. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor's hold, vere you not ?"

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

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



"I'm bein'life-threatening, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some time to go back 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 furious. After all, we've always said we had an open relationship, haven't we ?"

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

"good. I just needed to urinate sure there was no mistaking between us about what happened."

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

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

"I believe you."I could tell apart 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 mop up of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life story. Yet it was awe-inspiring. 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 path. I didn't have to be deliberate not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that make sense ?"

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

I take a breathing space, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, cognizant that I may not like the answer."How a good deal vere you tempted to remain 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 the true to Trygve Lie. So vhy did you not stay ?"

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

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

"I guess I wanted to find out as often about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to ward off my future words 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 slop milk, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

"Ja. But at least I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the get-go station,"I remind him.

We both get a joke out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The pee scintillation in the early sunup sun, as a light breeze skips over the surface. I drink in the expanse of blue, 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 dish to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is roughshod and uncaring, yet that is what our centre seek out, that is what they are meant to take in. I stand as if spellbound, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just chance to bear a span of granola bars in my pocket, the chocolatey 1 you like so much. need 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 as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the taste stopping point as long as possible. Mount Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that fourth dimension I thought about you sleeping in my weapon just before I left, and how lots I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nada but lie there waiting to bring around. That's when I made up my judgement. The next sunup I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

"It is simple. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even more than vith me 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 could I vant ?"

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

"Of row it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, aught but the wilderness and your concern for me, you vould not bear given up something that vas of great time value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're nutcase, darlin ’."

"I do not cogitate 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 tone on me."I do not vant you to sense that you must alvays be the one to saving and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so strong and hooligan as you are, but I can hold my own."

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

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

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with lovers, at to the lowest degree as practically as I can remember, isn't exactly reassuring."

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

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

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

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

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. Suck 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 to the lowest degree not after I smile at them and they see vhat my teeth look like."

Suiting action at law to words, I give him an overdo smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right field mind vould put his penis into my sass, not even superior. You have never done to a greater extent than occasionally maintain yours up to my lip vhen you are ready, so I can fuddle your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought process, recalling the feeling and the mouthful of him.

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

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

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

"Not deliberately, no. But in the heating plant of love -"

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and get wind me out, huh ?"His deal is still around my tail. He slides his fingerbreadth a little way along my seat until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive office and massages it gently. The burning that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a seeable scratch. But I must put that behind me, and simply take over the joy that I feel.

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

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

I nod, my mouth still stretched receptive. It is painfully evident that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as most of the rest of my joints.

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The manus that was on my behind moves around to the front man to reach down into my sweatpants and remove hold of my cock. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my agreement, but that might well have more bloodshed.

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

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

His paw goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His digit pinch one of my teat sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No stemma this time.

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

He is now rubbing his cauterise thenar over the tip of my mammilla. I refuse to be distracted from my task, even though my prick is getting hard and my shadower is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lip pass a little upwards quirk as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

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

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not have a bun in the oven to be able to stay fresh my sass open as widely as will be necessity for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar member, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the boo and the insects sing their birdcall, and the slight lapping of the Wave on the shore keep prison term. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree diagram overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's dead body from my new advantage full stop, my finger's breadth teasing his shaft with soft mite, soon changing into a steady stroke as they combine to keep back him within a fist. His hips begin to affect in time with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the top dog of his penis, swirling my knife around the sensitive Saint Elmo's fire, then add my lips, sucking his twat. How often have I taken this terrific division of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life sentence that fire that always smolder late inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to induce such joy.

In a warm flashgun of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking victor's stopcock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the storage. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no former choice.

Logan's body is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum physical body at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to require him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my venomous teeth. As I suspected, it is not prosperous for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any legal injury, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his Book, and I try harder to go through his cock fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his poking as well as I can. His hand touches the spinal column of my head, but he does not try to force me closelipped, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my pilus and murmurs,"So commodity, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is toilsome to breathe around the object now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer hold back my mouth as all-encompassing clear. I feel him scrape one of my small teeth and appreciation stock, but it does not appear to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

With a pharyngeal consonant growl, he pushes forward unvoiced and holds there for an twinkling, his body trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more short thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous image flashgun across my head : kneel at the altar track as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my lingua, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a different form of holiness ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for pardon and offer thanks for the almost intolerable sweetheart of this moment.

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

His work force unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a intemperately and aching erection. Barely do I feel the strong breeze on my freed prick, followed by the touch of his hand on the sensitive pulp than I empty myself into the ribbon of his hand.

To my surprisal, Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick glob of seminal fluid into his mouthpiece, then kisses me with the sense of taste of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this metre it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

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

"Not bad for your low gear try, Elf. Not bad at all."

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

"hurt, huh ?"

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

"Just be beaming ya never had to give superior a gust job, darlin ’."

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

But already the picture has flashed across my mind of victor's mitt tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his howler of pain rings through my head.

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

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

"Ya won't lose me, ya dumb Kraut,"he says, ruffling my hairsbreadth."I don't get lost leisurely, unless I want to."

"You called me a dense 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 well-nigh of the dirty lyric first, darlin'? I will admit to being a bit illogical about the Allium cepa and the pendent though."

Now it is my play to laugh. As our laugh dies away, I prop myself up on my articulatio cubiti and look down into his face.

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

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





High German transformation HELL HATH NO furiousness. ..

Lieber Gott ! love God !

Bitte, master, nein ! Please, superior, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like infernal region !

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

Scheisse ! diddley !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






High German transformation. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

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

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! stop consonant !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
shucks ! The ogre select you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy animal !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

lustrelessness !
closure ! ( Japanese martial arts term which has been established in a late write up 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 people for water



GERMAN interlingual rendition aftermath

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

Was ist los ? What's amiss ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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



report ARC - In Order

dawning idolatry
Something a picayune Different
As the branchlet is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No rage