This is the sixth story of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the lodge of the List at the end.

transformation of German words or idiom at the end. However, I have tried to make the significance fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO FURY. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

concluding affair I can remember, we were sitting at our usual board at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to society another half dozen beers for Mount Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his bet again. Someday I will take not to do that. )

In any character, there was a quiet"queer"and the air was filled with a thick, choking swarm of some variety of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the existence was already going black around the border and the floor was coming up to meet me fast.



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my middle open. I am in a small room with bright lights, utter white walls, no window,
and only one room access. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the bulwark, looking at a reckoner screen. Above his principal there are six turgid monitor, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet down in order to judge my situation.

I am lying on my back on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally au naturel, with some sort of control around my wrists and ankles, which hold my helping hand down by my sides and my legs straight but slightly dispersed apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest function, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and hard fastened around my neck opening. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their king ! I try very slowly to raise my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not gird my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to trap me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such chasteness. Perhaps he does not even realise I can teleport at all. That would be nice. I could be relinquish in an instant, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this board, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this elbow 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 open it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this elbow room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and call for my chances. Not a ripe bet, even under the dependable of circumstances.

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hair, dark eyes. He even has the same kind of spendthrift sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit unretentive than Logan's. His hair is also myopic, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His font is more squared off, with big lower jaw. His nozzle is straight, but prominent.

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

I give him a horizontal surface 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 elbow room like that without taking a big risk. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to beat out you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, approximate one can't have everything."

He comes over to the tabular array and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck opening that are supposed to be capable to prevent a mutant from using his might, aren't you ? The solution is unproblematic : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the metre, and some of them work most of the meter, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this antipathy to the damn things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to enamour and hold the particular variation, or mutants, that I'm after. Makes for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

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

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

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

He raises one manus and stop a remote command device toward the blank varan. All six covert come to biography, showing me prototype of Logan from different slant and at varying aloofness. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in place by a curiously-designed system of intemperate simplicity and metallic element bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and virgule and assorted early injury, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His chief sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

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

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

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

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

"It's rather a gracious touch modality that he's bedspread out into a bully X like that, don't you think ? Quite conquer, considering.

"I gave a lot of thought to designing simplicity that would keep back jimmy, since his claws can cut through shucks near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in shoes. It would have been light enough to simply procure his forearms and workforce back flat against a bulwark, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a position that gave me access code to his consistency from all counseling, not just the forepart. If you take a spirit at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his weapons system from above his elbows to the ends of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his nipper, if he bothers to draw out them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the upright bar in the middle that runs up to the roof athletic supporter. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even tolerate him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short chain connecting the manacle around his mortise joint to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to get hold of far enough to recoil me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

After a prompt glance in Logan's counselling, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jimmy's abilities well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business to see the limits of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the center of nowhere and there aren't very many open place in the field around it outside. I made certainly you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this edifice or its surroundings. 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 convey time, more clock time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these room booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can detonate either or both of them from a control control board in both construction, if I choose to do so. In the other way, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the floor the right way under your boyfriend and it's pretty herculean. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many man 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 blow up your little brother here. take a crap me too tempestuous and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your face when I do."

Our captor party favour me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken excess safeguard with you. There are sensor in your restraints that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the dud in both buildings. You might save your own aliveness by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a Tree or a mountainside. And Jimmy will still be dead.

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

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

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

Giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his talk, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your object lesson. I know how to make jemmy scream, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how a great deal jimmy would not relish seeing that. Got the characterisation ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

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

From the look on Mount Logan's aspect, this man is telling the truth. I close my eyes and try to keep on my impact and suffer hidden.

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

He takes hold of my lour jaw and opens my oral fissure, turning my head from one incline to the other and surveying my horrendous mouthful of dentition. They are not my effective feature and I am acutely cognisant of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the summit of my lower dentition. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a gymnastic horse whose teeth are being examined to be sure the animal is not honest-to-goodness and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets spoilt when he uses his thumb to feel along my top tooth. In add-on to being very crooked, they are also quite abrupt, especially the ones in the middle. He presses his riffle 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 stick his shaft between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no coward, but I'm no soft touch either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to observe its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a unawares laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. jemmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."fountainhead, you don't look like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my little low 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 sound too silly. supposition I'll joint to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's Victor. victor church doctrine, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jimmy's blood brother. Well, half-brother. Saame father, unlike female parent. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The same healing element, but not such prospicient claws."

He holds up a hand to show me the inadequate pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not appear sufficiently impressed, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All right-hand, I am more instill 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 simplicity and screaming something I can not hear.

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

"I assume you're companion with dildos, fairy boy. Probably very fellow. I find that this particular proposition one comes in rather useful for my purposes."He holds it up in front man 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 make this particular detail inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black glass, sang-froid and smooth. Should feel existent secure going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other helping hand to run the shrewd tips of his chela teasingly along the railway line of the cicatrice on my depleted venter, stopping just short of my penis, which can not appear to decide if it likes the care or fearfulness it.

"Nice turncock, even if it is dispirited and kind of on the penny-pinching side."Then he looks a small closer."What's this ? A fancy slight scratch. You've even had it decorated. Was that jemmy's idea ?"

"nearly certainly not. I did that many twelvemonth before I met him."

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very peachy and pretty. How did you make them come out so precise ? cicatrix can bring around in sloppy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take care vith the press clipping. Even scratch from combat injury do not establish too lots of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the bowel to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a trivial, fairy boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get surd."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. more to fiddle with. And speaking of playing, let me demo you a singular feature of this table you're lying on. Like jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my chagrin, I discover that the table is made so that my feet can be slid back and forth along the sides, simpleness and all, then refastened wherever victor wants them. The simpleness even adjust the slant while they move, so that the soles of my feet come down as he bends my branch. He leaves me with my genu bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to inquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any serious damage, in Holy Order to get a better theme of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a small lube on the dildo, just to point that I mean no harm."Another vicious grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the modest tapered end of the dildo against my curtain raising, I find myself at a passing for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A chic remark at this time could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the deoxyephedrine shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point in time, it feels commodity and I know he is even out about relaxing. All rectify, I will get together, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to value me in this way, it would be advantageously to have him underestimate what I can accept, rather than overrate it.

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

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

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his encampment, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to take up his things and hike back to the close town, he waylaid him, convincing him to continue a piffling yearner by offering to tell him about his past.

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

The Holy Writ hurt much More than the dildo does, at this item in the proceedings. Much to my ignominy, my member decides it just might enjoy the feeling, and I can evidence that my eye are beginning to beam. 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 oculus closed. But this displeases superior. He grabs my Kuki and turns my facial expression back.

"Open your oculus, fairy boy,"he parliamentary procedure me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."

I obey. Victor makes the connexion between my heart and my hardening cock. He takes wait of it, moving his deal 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 trunk's natural chemical reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it take place. I will campaign it, even if it is a losing battle.

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

I know what will materialise. My penis will retain to become overeat, trying vainly to push the header gratuitous of my enamor prepuce.

"This would be a commodity time for me to recite you how much fun Jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to hear all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the last thing I would care to hear, for it would continue to arouse me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the matter he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather barbarous things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in annoyance as my cock stiffens boost. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

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

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and Army of the Righteous go. One sort of painfulness blockage, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a discriminating jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very angry jemmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another keen thrust. I am beginning to approach my limitation, as far as the width goes. In orderliness to progress to him believe I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressing. I clench my dentition and flinch. 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 baby here."He twists it, pulls back, then pushes forward.

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

A glower crosses his nerve as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the idiom. I hate German language. shoot down a shitload of them in the last World War. Wouldn't mind killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Jerry shit, fairy boy. Say it in English people, if you expect me to understand, much lupus erythematosus do as you ask."

"Please, master, no -- no more. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not sympathise simple High German. Or he wants to gain me intend he does not understand it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent botheration by struggling against his attachment and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the quoin of one eye, master notices this."What's the issue, trivial brother ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to work on the sound recording, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, babe, and Split you properly surface, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your dismal ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not tell him no, as my hard cock would clearly bear witness it to be a lie. winner examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, sprite boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as practically notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that occurrence, since I don't do conciliate very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to support next to me, readjusting the mesa so that my legs are again flat down against the open. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my bureau and begins to trace the scars with the peak of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more occupy in my mark than in the discourse."I would never own been able-bodied to afford all this stuff, except that some very rich people and very powerful sept hired me to get hold of down the dread Wolverine. You're just collateral terms. They think I'm going to belt down Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jimmy and I can charter ourselves out to some former equally brawny folks and be safe. Or at least as safe 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."tender tits, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his nipper around the areola, pricking just enough to draw and quarter line."Now listen, and listen estimable. If you behave well, I can dislodge up one of your weapon so that it's on a short chain. That way, you can reach the water bottle I've got on a shelf under the mesa along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such subject, if I have no reason to be. sympathize ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even make bold to cringe for reverence it would drag those full stop through my figure."If you're lying to me, gestate in idea that jimmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to name being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The pincer pull out away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short length of range to the metal cuff around my leave behind carpus then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the board."There you go, baby, just like I promised. Reach around under the board and try it out."

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

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and jemmy can talk thing over. I'm not going to tell you what clip 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 more fun."

He clicks the outside ascendancy as he gets to the room access."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the threshold will only act upon by a part command from me, so don't even put out 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 trumpery Good Book at the threshold. There is only silence in the elbow room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the nursing bottle and then testing the duration of Chain again. I can reach most of the way to my face and a footling way down below my hips.

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

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me ramble on retention in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little blood feud. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every intellect to know how very closely sex is linked with fury in his psyche, so what he tells me should follow as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

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

I take a intimation and exhale, trying to banish the quiver that threatens my interpreter."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 flavor. His headway is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should lie with that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

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

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to look at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the details immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your love, overtake my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for zip else ?"

"No topic 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 condom vithout you."

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

"I am not so certainly there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, sour misery in my representative. If superior is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at face value and believe our situation is hopeless.

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

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

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan assure to rescue me. That will put superior's focusing on him as a potentiality rescuer, rather than me. That could derive in Handy later.

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

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

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

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

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should catch one's breath and strike reward of this hiatus to try to get some eternal rest, since Victor could return at any clip. The less ve lecture of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That survive part is for master's ears, more than Mount Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not desire Victor to get a line anything more about us that he may be capable to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to relax and sedate himself into eternal sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time victor getting even, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but better than nothing.

The starting time thing he does is reset the manacle around my wrist into its place by my face. Then he faces Mount Logan on the monitoring device."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

master turns his aid back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my little spicy faggot. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a digit over my lips. When I try to change by reversal my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my brim with his mouth, his tongue pressing hard, seeking debut. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I open air my back talk slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his spit. Not hard enough to do good damage, but hard enough to guide blood. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my second joint a stinging slap.

If anything, the botheration of his bitten tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his lingua is deeply into my oral fissure, I close my teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his tongue near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my breaker point, and he retreats. A retard smile spreads across his face, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"grievance one for the wild blue yonder faery,"winner says cheerfully."No More scourge of immediate decease. However,"-- his good humor variety abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

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

"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the peak of his claw lightly across my pectus, then begins following the cicatrix just as Logan often does with his digit. scrape tissue paper is less sore than ordinary bicycle flesh, but the sensory faculty is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickling. And it always arouses me. I close my center to hide out the gleam I know will soon be seeable. As he continues to work his way down my pectus to my abdomen, I can not obscure the rigidifying of my penis.

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

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the power to conceal my treasonous eyes, my disgrace deepens. I do not need to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially dependable as I know Logan is watching.

His fingerbreadth reach my private parts. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, stiff rhythm, rubbing a finger's breadth now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that associate tweet begin deep inside me. No ! I try to campaign it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can stop over it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his phonation."Sure you do. You're dainty and concentrated now. Keep it up, babe. semen for me. Show me how lots 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 rooster and testicle. I will discount it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, cipher else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted tooth. 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 language."Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn !"

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

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

"Bitte, winner - I mean, please -- German is the speech in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am accentuate or in botheration. I do not do it deliberately."

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

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the same flavour of voice, but with my oculus focused on Logan's picture in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

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

I have barely begun to savor this minor triumph when master decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Sir Thomas More acute. I just befall to have a nice collecting of vibrators usable. Let's see if one of them appealingness to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic standard smooth credit card, medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and useable in an attractive bright garden pink. Do you like it on the remote, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief separation of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of trend, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely terrific. The rapid vibration gets to the titillating nerve endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my soundbox literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to line it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that home inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for foreplay and gratification. I am gasping with the sweat of simultaneously wanting to come in and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to tell apart him to go bonk himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thigh tremble and my stallion body trill in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is right. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it deep inside, the imperativeness mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and ready to dampen. In a last desperate effort to keep ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groyne as tightly as I can, trying to book back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing moving ridge of golden joy turning my body into Shangri-la. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard 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 prove me treacherously, I pretend zero has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity 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 possible !

Apparently, Victor does not screw 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 wits and answer casually,"Now, superior, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

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

"Oh, did I bury to evidence you they glow not only vhen I am ablaze, but also vhen I am experiencing very impregnable emotions, including choler and passion ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My shade is cursory and equanimity, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to split again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not vocalise at all sorry. My satire earns me a keen relish in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my nous turn of events with the blow, to minimize the wrong. Even so, my lip split against the period of my teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's stride is roughly a meter long, that would shit it around 12 beat. nix guaranty that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental numeration necessarily exact. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

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

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

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing Victor's face and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to pay in, yield him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly anguish, but that is not a consideration in Logan's typeface. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must testify that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when endure we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires master'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 victor's striving, he can not fix Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climaxes of his own.

Finally, superior gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his posture alteration, he takes a deeply breath and seems to have got come to some conclusion.

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

One clawed script orbit down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base just as he did mine. I can see from the look on Logan's facial expression that he too knows what will come next.

"I'm going to do this real number slow."One of the reminder shows a close up of Logan's lower eubstance. I can not pull my eyes away from it as master's pincer extend and go in."thigh-slapper for me, trivial brother. I want to see it. And I want your short blue tooth fairy to hear it also."

There is triumph in superior's optic as he turns to see at me. His hand closes tighter. Logan clenches his dentition and remains silent.

superior's fingers pull downward, the sharp nipper cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the egg are forced against it.

"plosive consonant being the solid silent type, lilliputian comrade. Unless you want to watch me do this to your fuck chum once I'm finished with you."

The claws finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distend physical body at the behind gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered egg in his deal. He continues to draw out downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody chess opening.

"What's more crucial to you, jemmy ? Your pridefulness, or your demon lover ?"

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

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

His continued sidesplitter pierce my heart and soul but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep on your own hope alert. You know full well he will survive this.

keeping Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile movement to insult him. As I watch the blood jet down from Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the finally jape will be mine, no matter what the cost.


master returns to my way. I have been too distracted to count the elapse meter, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my exit arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so angry 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 chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the rage electrocution in my eye reflected in my radiance center. His hand motility toward my expression. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharply chela touches each eyelid.

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

The pincer withdraw and I can breathe again.

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

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

He is right. I would almost have preferred a physical penalty to this. I want so a good deal to say something to ease Logan, but at least I can still see how tight he is healing and I will know when he is whole again. It is nothing light of amazing to ascertain when his physical structure literally re-grows a part. However, it does select metre and he is clearly suffering a considerable sum of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be hard 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 former than bother in his expression. I smile tentatively and fire one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the ovolo up signal with my hand. He can not respond in kind, as his manpower are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slack out of my left hand chasteness and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well lastly sentence, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be dark you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to give me what I want. This fourth dimension, you're not going to let 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 proctor."Let's let Jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able to make himself heard."He sets the restraint."Do we desire to be capable to watch his reactions ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go fateful.

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

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis gruelling with his middle finger, smiling as I wince."English, commend ? 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."look at this to be a see experience. This is a violet wand. It can do some concern things."

It does not look particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a clearly glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cablegram. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very small edition of those plasma globe in skill museums, where the sparks follow your fingers around on the aerofoil of the Earth.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right pap, and I expect him to concern me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small sparkle jump between the wand and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny overture are wiggling around. The muscle of my chest tighten in rousing, and my nipples grow taut.

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

He moves the Earth to my leave incline, giving it the like handling. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more kindle by the foreign feelings that are almost delight but also almost pain in the ass. No ! I do not want this to go on !

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

As he approaches my groyne, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my heading back as far as the metallic element isthmus around my neck opening will allow. My teeth clench as I try to stifle a moan in anticipation of how it will finger when it reaches my penis. Instead, the arc move to one position, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the early. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower stomach, following the design of the scratch that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a prospect to think more clearly. After fighting so severe against coming during the last sitting, I am certainly not about to give in easily this clip. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the nipper piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this image held firmly in my intellect, my penis waver. I can narrate it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my body just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to play the Lapp game we played finally fourth dimension, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks dancing rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Mount Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his balls clutched in Victor's hand. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation oceanic abyss in my groin, I deliberately try to stamp down it. I will not let this find !

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

He leaves the way for a few transactions, then comes back pushing a small cart with some form of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it following to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several cadence and assort permutation and buttons on the front.

"neediness to take a guess, infant ?"When I can not get along up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a suggestion : this is a medical device that's used to get ejaculate from a man who can not ejaculate, for one cause or another, if he wishes to generate a child."

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

"Get the flick ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do harm, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it experience unspoilt or does it ache ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the answer to that doubt. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual function is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this table, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the full plane section that is usually between my legs folds down, taking my hindquarters along with it. I am left with my keister at the very edge and my stage set at the knees.

He returns to the cart."Look, I'll even make it easy for you by putting a slight lubricator on the investigation. You don't have to thank me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Setting the flagitious thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The common procedure is to go to the uttermost setting right from the first, keeping it on for a distich of seconds. Then repeat that until the sought after results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too agile for me, so I'll start at the lowest setting and work my way up. That should contribute you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to pull in your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few growth in exponent. There appears to be a gunpoint where the feeling of tingling excitement and meek tensing of the muscleman changes into the brawniness clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can stimulate burns, but surely a checkup twist meant to be used on world would kibosh short of that. Each time now as superior pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more vivid, until it feels as if my interior are trying to flex themselves inside out. My entire frown eubstance convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"master croons."You're making me substantial hot. Keep it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this conflict and I know it. My screams get louder and longer each time, until finally I can not turn back my soundbox from reacting.

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

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

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

"stopover ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a in effect one. Just a couple more than and we'll be done."

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

He removes the safety from my twitching phallus and readiness it aside, then draws the probe out of my rectum."Doesn't flavor 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 script press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscles carefully so that his claw do not seriously dig into me.

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

I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself free of the simplicity and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bomb and get Logan and me killed. expect a mo. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Mount Logan's room that is supposed to be muscular enough to kill person with that Saami healing ingredient, so it would only vote out him if he were in Mount Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to aim the luck that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

sufficiency thinking. I should be responding with more bane, but I have used up about of those in my mental lexicon by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and ferment it into German as best I can recall it.

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

No one can incriminate me of not having a sense of humor, even under these circumstances. I called him a filthy pig and said he should reverse into a pendent, so he could hang by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded foul. conjecture you're pretty angry at me."The hand on my belly changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive atmospheric pressure item along the top of my pubic bone. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his paw follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

The pain in the ass stops as he comes. I am left gasping for breathing time, struggling to get myself under control.

"That was tangible nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me have jemmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the scope on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's nerve and hear his chew out breathing.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his solitary reply.

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

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



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

So once again, I can do nix but watch and listen as Victor uses the huge investigation on him, shocking him with a stream that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a prison term, as his consistence convulses and he bellows much like a fuzz might have. Eventually, of trend, he is made to blunder out several time, just as I had been. I do not recognize if the current was enough to discontinue his middle, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his simplicity, his head drooping on his pectus. As far as I can separate, he is breathing. Then the monitors go blackness and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before superior comes into my way, a self-satisfied smirk on his face and a paper cup in his hand.

"Brought you something for dinner, fag 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.

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

If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."Release 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 left hired man."I vill drink it all, for the sake of the office that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my natural action to my words, even to the full point of ostentatiously licking my lips when I am done."How about a refill ?"I ask as I hold the cup out to him.

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am surely 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 mitt fastened only by the chemical chain, I reach down for the bottle of H2O and ingest a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Logan a report cup. I am curious as to how he will respond, but the proctor and loudspeaker have not been turned on, so I must bear my curiosity for the time being.

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


Finally, the Monitor and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding slashes down the interior of both thighs. His face is set in a abominable grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. victor is nowhere to be seen.

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

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

"Took it in my oral fissure then spit it into his cheek, because most of it was his."Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.

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

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

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not deliver said that. I do not need superior to even think that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in metre, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want winner to pick up on the fact that I can use it to enamour Logan's attention during my turn of German cursing -"Liebling. No subject that your bones are full of adamantium and your body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not dependable !"

Mount Logan shakes his head in denial, but he does not squeeze the point.

"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, save yourself. I'm likely to survive anyway."

"Even if you are blown to opus by master's dud ? You may be severe to kill, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an brow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not wish well to predict such a thing, as I have no intent of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want Victor to do it that.

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

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

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

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

master's phonation comes over the verbaliser."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and devotion to each other. Enough, already !"

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

In the secretiveness and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Bob Hope that I can retrieve of a meliorate way out of here. I try not to brood too much on my eventual luck, if I can not escape, nor on Logan's, but it is grueling to restrain such thoughtfulness out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my parcel of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will intrust that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and hero-worship, despite my many doubts and questions. 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 level has a drainage strategically located so that he can simply pass water where he stands. Beyond that, victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely assign these rather unsympathetic tasks to individual else if he could.

Every fourth dimension Victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some estimate of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve measure, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be exuberant overkill to have two edifice, as he claims, but I can not try it to be impossible from the elapse metre. However, if we are not in two separate construction, the terror of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill victor also.

I can puddle a jolting guess as to how all-encompassing the bulwark of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when master comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extremum of placing gravid target outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unconvincing, I could safely teleport to the arena just beyond the room access. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly outside of this building, or if the alfresco door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a farsighted time before Victor returns. As usual, he wastes no time fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio recording and the video, so my eyes go directly to Logan's image. His head lifts as he hears that the speaker unit are active. He gives me a smile, as if to assure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the head of his claws, drawing them lightly over the interior of my thighs, then next to my scrotum, then around my divulge anus. It does not bruise, since he is using very little pressure sensation. In fact, it feels all too just. If I did not bang the horrors those terrible claws could do, I would notice this rather arousing. I close my middle, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the pedestal of my hind end, where the wanton stir sends shiver of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the affair, babe ?"superior asks, his voice sarcastically sweetened."Did I hit a tender fleck ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too fright to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that percentage of my body reacts. Why such a thing should come about, I have no estimate. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my face run into my rump. In any case, I just want him to blank out all about it.

But now he is running his chela down the under aerofoil of my tail, which is plow upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to extend to my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than about of the rest of my body. After all, my tail can book my weighting and do luck of other fairly straining thing, so how sore could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you know ?"

He taps a finger against his nozzle."Same way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sense of sense of smell also."

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

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

"I think I'll try a small experiment here, faggot boy. I just materialise to have this skillful leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll relish thing more if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nil, even if I try to glance out underneath it. I know the form of apprehension 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 assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you mean so. However, knowing this does not make me feel a whole lot better about it.

I feel a penetrative prick down near the end of my tail assembly, just above the metal band that holds it down.

"How would you like another fantasy cicatrice, babe ? I could use this scalpel to make one right hand here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to make still, as my born reaction would be to whip my quarter away and out of danger.

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

Whatever he has in his handwriting, he scrapes it along my fag end, again closer to my body. I whimper, hoping to score him recall I believe him.

"Since your posterior is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker section, where there's more nitty-gritty to work with. How about this ? Is this a in force place ?"

Now he is right 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 up here and scrape off a stratum of skin all the way down to the tip, maybe an inch or so wide. How about that ? I think it would look really pretty, don't you ?"

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

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

Whatever he has in his hired man, he presses it down against my cutis in a horizontal air across my tail.

"Hold real number still now. I'd hate to dislocate while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice straight line, don't we ?"

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

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

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

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my short 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 blue protagonist 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 whole survival of the fittest of them. diverse distance and versatile gauges. You do cognise that the higher the figure, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 bore, but I think we'll Menachem 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 jemmy spoiled matter, so I'm going to use the fancy acerate leaf that have ornamentation on them."

"medallion ?"This concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

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

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, babe, the pocket-size size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my piteous empennage, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of loose cutis for me to work with."

A belittled pecker, magnified by a mark against the underlying ivory, then another prick as the level of the acerate leaf comes out again. It does not smart very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His finger's breadth move past the metal dance orchestra that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the double dickhead of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will attend real sweet. The following few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to fuck that.

A little more dreadful, but certainly cipher to shout out about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my derriere, informing me each time when the diameter of the acerate leaf gets larger. By the clock time he is close to the plaza where my tail meet my body, we are up to the 18 standard of measurement ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other needles that are still in place.

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

Well, at least he is almost done.

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

"Vhat do you reckon ? Are you finished making a pin cushion out of me ?"

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

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

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, baby, but your asshole is hard."

I clench my dentition firmly as the needle goes through the skin held between his finger's breadth.

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

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very little. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to ready me wait, while I anticipate what is to amount."I'm very beneficial at knowing exactly when erotic annoyance turns into real pain, so don't botheration to try to deceive me. I've learned to approximate that edge very closely, because I can smell the deviation. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may cross it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and face down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the can of the scar, while a shortsighted cosmic string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff member. All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar things : the mental image of a petite cat, various kinds of bloom, a sword lily, a few small-scale feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"fountainhead ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

I glance at Mount Logan's image on the monitoring device. Even though he saw superior doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

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

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his finger and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the coating touch !"He picks up what looks like a small blowlamp and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one to a greater extent niggling thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old epithet. Devil's fire. sentry. I'll show you how it works."The metallic element is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the back of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fasting. Hurts a bit Sir Thomas More if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the point in time.

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

"Holding it against the skin just a minuscule farseeing makes it worsened. Doing it in a very sensitive place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the theme of my prat and my anus.

"No ! Victor, please !"

But the rod is already glowing hot in the flaming."How about a nice V ? Does that fathom thoroughly ?"

It is not a interrogative sentence. He touches the side of the rod to my human body. Not very long, but long enough.

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as telling as those mark down your backrest from Jimmy's pincer, but maybe this will leave a scar for you to think of me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each little decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to mention the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this slant.

take on a oceanic abyss breathing space, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your animation. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

master has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burning, he rubs the intact domain in a rotary motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my total seawall. I can not aid but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my capitulum, brim still clenched tightly.

His hand transmutation to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mixture of pain and delight, as my penis hardens Thomas More, increasing the pressure on the phonograph needle. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire Begin to make itself matt-up deep inside me. No ! Not now !

Victor evidently decides that this would be a skilful meter to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Energy Jimmy ever let you do it him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

It seems to hold worked, as his lips contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little slovenly woman ?"

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

"Don't period of play games with me. You'll find I'm much intimately at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the replication, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a butt plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide and does not narrow very much before the flared end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the tapered end pressed against my scuttle, 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 prat near the base, holding me in property."delay still, dammit ! Don't give me a voiceless time, faerie boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this skillful smooth dildo. I know an occupy footling magnetic variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one manus into a fist and holds it up in battlefront of my look. Then he opens his finger, claws extended as far as possible, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

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

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

"Victor, 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 cigaret plug up his ass far enough to remind him to be more respectful."

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

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

I can hear Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but groan, Victor takes notice of him."I still want to try the response to my interrogative, Jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the bottom plug in the rest of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not suppress my shriek. His grin becomes a wide smile.

snag run down my case as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene names and threatens out of the question forms of mayhem.

winner ignores us both.

"living that fireplug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the riposte and proceeds to fit the leather shoulder strap around my waist and between my ramification. The strap between my wooden leg is wide-cut, but has an scuttle in the middle to admit my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide share behind that be pulled tight between my rump and against the base of the chaw. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should keep you occupy for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the ancestry looks real number nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice ornament make you look quite get. If I weren't so raging at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his chief."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the room access, without releasing my left-hand helping hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no far than three when Victor appears in the other room. Even at a flying run, he could not have covered very much distance in such a shortstop clip. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that master could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensor in my simplicity that would detect my sudden absence in gild that some other sort of lupus erythematosus deadly booby trap would be sprung.

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

Logan does not hollo, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the nuisance on his face, and what might be fearfulness.

"Shut up now and pay tending. Remember how I just told your gentle friend about putting my helping hand into him and then driving my nipper through his guts ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitoring device. I know what is coming side by side, and my gist cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, former than vigil and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At different angle and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's body so far that his bridge player opens a cut in his venter. I watch in repugnance as he closes his bridge player around the bowel twisted between his finger's breadth then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his agony. I force my eyes to rest open, watching as Victor continues to draw my lover.

Logan seeks out my middle with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my aspect and sob racking my body. His lips human body my epithet, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Mount Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would throw left any other man, with the potential exclusion of winner, beat. He still appears frail and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably gestate that his pillaged abdominal reed organ are in the summons of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the archetype injury. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary person, I have noticed that the convalescence time after being injured can be worsened under some destiny, so since his healing is very accelerated, the hurting might well be concentrated into that briefer metre span.

For just a moment, I experience a acutely pang of envy for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no thought of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated El Salvadoran colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection hardening in and the abdominal bodily cavity becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not guess so. There is a painful sensation deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large chaw. Nor can I adjust to the surd press and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower berth region of my sigmoid Aspinwall as well. Usually I can relax and let myself to open and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adjust to before, even Logan's mitt, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to assure 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 time my abused gut contracts hard against the maltreatment it is having to wear. It is after one of these agonizing spasms that I hear Logan's voice.

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

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

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

I can conceive of aught he can do that would better affair in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

"Victor can find out us,"I object, opening my heart to get Mount Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't give a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to love soul. Now hold back interruptin'me and close your eyes. condense on my words.

"I want you to suppose something that is totally false. Pretend I've got a cock as big around as my pep pill arm and just as long. Don't jape, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm vast and unvoiced and I'm shoving that dreadful dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deeper and deeper into your body. I'm piece of tail you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

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

"I can see the expression on your side as you try to adapt me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't tell me to block up. You only struggle to have it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your prick is barely hard. often as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause painfulness, and that teardrop me up inside, but I can't period.

"It feels so tremendous, so commodity, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to delight it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest, my fingers spread wide to touch and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my other bridge player around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed prick. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your interior starting those pulsing spasm that drive me barbarian. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

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

As the spell of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my coming. The deep aching botheration is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to take him while he holds me. But realism will not set aside that. I keep my middle closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our privy to start the hot piss running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my blazon then lowering you into the body of water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your aspect 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 stringency of the muscle I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a little, but I can still feel that aching inclemency inside you.

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

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your pinna and your closed eyelids. I place my hired hand once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scar that stretches from one slope to the former. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a lot to make it barricade. I long to heal you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is bind you last and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless nighttime, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the next time that Victor comes in to come alive me up.



Yes, there is surely something awry. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the calm ache trench inside me, on top of my other accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the piss bottle, since winner did not barren my hand at all lastly time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not athirst any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the thought of nutrient. These are all potential symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid Costa Rican colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal muscle dental caries and causing contagion. My time is clearly running out. I can not open to play plot with victor much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as superior comes into the way, he unfastens the harness around my hip and pulls out the butt plug. The precipitous stretchability weeping my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing profoundly inside. By the clock time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the deal of blood and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

giving in to one of the foreign oddity of mischief that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish jinx."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im shlock !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I bury to relieve your hand go prison term ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the water supply 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 free my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a sick of face and agitate 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 salutary, if you're into such things."

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

"Come on, Victor, is that the best you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly underrate me. Let's stop acting nipper's secret plan and get down to the real thing. shtup me ! shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can anguish me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

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

"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the smiling that spreads across his aspect. The heel of his deal presses down hard on that berth, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely crush a screaming. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, master, nein !"

“'Bitte, master, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, baby. I think I like to hear you say that."He releases the insistency 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 in effect job of that. Let's try something else."

He leans down, fastening his backtalk over my right teat and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control condition during this for sure brief respite. I feel a hand grasp for my early nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the small sum of urine that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my venter, and the ache in my gut has turned into needlelike spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty Amytal prick is getting harder and turning a nice purple color."He touches me, teasing my straining dick. Then he seeks out the tender patch just below my tail that he burned during our concluding session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that raw area with his pincer, I can not help but try to pull away from him, even though I know full phase of the moon well that it is hopeless.

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

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous little slut, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

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

"Not enough to spend it vith a brute like you."

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

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

"What's the subject ? Run out of German language curses ?"I just scowled."In any face, I'd rather shove it up your ass, queen boy."

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his optic lantern slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Mount Logan's chemical 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 biz he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the solvent !"You love jimmy,"I United States Department of State flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the only sort of love you know."I let him think about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. jemmy loves me, not you. You can not place upright that."

"Shut up, fairy boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a luck he might receive that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the thought that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."

He places his hand flat on my abdomen."You'd better arrest now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to take heed you scream some more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite what some men may want to think, no member is a weapon system of mass destruction. However, almost any member can become a weapon of sort, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than rule. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my middle and try to solve my mind in order to focus on the floating cloud meditation that helped so much when Mount Logan fisted me. But master will not allow me this escape.

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

I shake my promontory.

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

I surrender to that need.

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

As he did with the posterior plug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one severe push, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so lots ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I stop over struggling. There are a lot of incoherent randomness a person can make to verbalize both pleasure or hurting. I learned a few new I from superior Creed.

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

He could almost pee good on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my mind on what I must do, but I have to contract it for a short while longer. I want all of him inside me, in decree to be sure.

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

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

The moment I feel his bollock slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the good aim of taking it along and leaving the respite of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the unopen room access would stimulate 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 alone thing I hear is a easy"nance ”. No bomb, but only the Sami gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to hold my breather.

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

I look to the left field and to the right. There is zilch but a short corridor, with one doorway on the side opposite to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must chance Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of blood behind me. There is only so much time left before I have to take a breather, or before I collapse from loss of rip, for I know some of that bloodline is mine.

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

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

If this is indeed where he is being held, I know what it looks like inside and can safely teleport. If not - Well, 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 condom touch. I cross myself and teleport.

And find myself right succeeding to Logan ! His eye burst out wide of the mark with surprisal and Hope, as I wrap my limb around him.

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

There is an undecided field of battle, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be duncical jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely negociate.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the flora, but I can see an opening under one of the gravid trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us respective Thomas More fourth dimension. Each metre, I grow weaker, sicker, and more release.

Finally I have to stop. My knee joint go imperfect. Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean value - ?"

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

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

My tooth go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to spread out me advance with his fingers in order to get a hold on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a screaming and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the amass shock of what has happened over the cobbler's last few daytime, not even looking as Mount Logan tosses the stiff into the President Bush around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his paw off on a fallen log."I know I split ya assailable again. I just hope there's no sorry damage cryptical inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can receive something to arrest the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him broadcast my buttocks and pack the soft, sticky sum against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to call that, you must first wee-wee sure you never do anything to merit it."

"No worry on that invoice, Elf."

"Victor - he vill acquire it back ?"

"Yeah. It may claim a few hr and it will hurt a lot, but he will. Don't lose any eternal sleep over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these tinker's damn needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your lovely ‘ 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 needles and tossing them away, then working on the one in my penis. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than than I had expected. A drib of blood Herbert George Wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a trivial and smile through clenched tooth.

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

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

Mount Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the opponent way. Put your arms around my neck, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a sharp muscle spasm snag through my guts. I cry out, seize his cervix even harder, and then hand out.

After that I have no consistent 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 sequence of half-consciousness mixed in.

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

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

His Scripture penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless weapon. At first I try to dismiss the hoo-hah. I am so well-to-do here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of bother component the pall of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my idea back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached condom, but the greenery still surrounds us. bleary and confused, I realize we are on the bank of a panoptic stretch of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly suave spot of terra firma at the base of a tree. The trunk is so astray that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no branches get down 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 cutting off and welts from louse bit, in varying stagecoach of healing. For the thing of that, so am I. But that is the least of my concern. My gut aches, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to advert shaking with cold, despite the gamey temperature of our milieu. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant way. But it will not help to point that out to Logan. He may take guessed, but if he has not, I will pass on him in ignorance for now. He has enough to occupy about.

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

Extending his brand, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest limb, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick foliage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that Victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may scupper in a jungle such as this. demise follows all too easily in the Wake Island of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk in his hurriedness to reach the background. Excitement and sculptural 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 spinning top of edifice in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or Plantation, all we need is a telephone or radio receiver to reach the Mansion and get help. But we'll have to cross 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 intensity level to ‘ embrasure us over there, or do I have to drown and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ embrasure yourself and I'll swimming ?"

swimming is not well-to-do for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it intemperate enough for him to remain afloat, much lupus erythematosus tow soul else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arm. I gaze across the river, the glare of lighter from the setting sun dazzling my oculus. The length appears to be approximately three kilometer. I can see what looks like a crystalise reach of moxie on the far slope, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am infirm and sick.

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

He makes an crusade to smile, adding a sardonic snort."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 discord. Wrapping my branch tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present position.

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

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far English of the river, so perilously close to a tree that I could hit out and touch it. Mount Logan's face is distinctly park. My stomach doesn't feel too honest either.

"Rough misstep and a slipshod landing place,"he says with an effort at a poorly grin."But any landing you can take the air away from -"

"—is a estimable one,"I finish for him, trying to yield his smile but hoping I will not thrust up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you think it vould be secure to fuddle from the river ?"

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

"desiccation may be a greater risk of exposure to me than the water, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill help me."I try to rise, but can get no further than propping myself up on one articulatio cubiti before my drumhead starts spinning and I must lie down again.

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

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly feed piss. The sun sinks behind the Tree on the far side of meat. Darkness will be here soon.

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

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

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

"Yes. If he can find our odour 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 hand on my stomach, pressing gently. It feels intemperate as a add-in. Not good at all. I agitate 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 ratiocination. If you've decided that you're not in very good bod, you're right field. I can break up 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 handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his implements of war, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at go, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My read/write head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of oblivion holds me in its weaponry and I know zippo more.



When I begin to occur to again, I have not even the lastingness to spread my eyes at first-class honours degree. I can recount I am lying on a firmly trudge surface. Please God, we are not back in superior's hands ! !

Voices echo through my top dog, a foreign speech - Spanish ? No, but very close. Lusitanian ? Are we in Federative Republic of Brazil then ? That would explain the rainforest and the language. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish allows me to form out many of the Logos.

Through the haze of fever and pain sensation, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, soul is starting an IV on me. A health check readiness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my ticker. I realize I am terribly hungry. I open my middle, expecting to see Logan's grimace. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dehydrated body.

Licking dry lips, I try to speak."agua, Senhorita ?"I ask, part cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. Right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her birdcall out,"Senhor Logan ! Wake up. Your champion is come alive !"

I follow her with my center and rule Logan sprawled out on a cot over by the wall. I was not really worried about him, but it is still honorable to see him active and well.

The womanhood returns quickly and holds a methamphetamine of piddle to my lips, helping me defy my head up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill populate. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The womanhood has at last gotten the IV crease set up and started something dripping into my vena. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the intuitive feeling as my head begins to experience light and my awareness fades.

"Mount Logan -"

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

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



consequence

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

Of row, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in secrecy. The green of the parting and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than common and the miscellany of nature delights my eyes, after staring at the beige bulwark of the infirmary for so long.

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

"Ve are going to my preferred blot down by the shore of the lake."

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

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

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

I give him a puzzled looking."Who cares ? It makes no Sir Thomas More signified one vay or the other."

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

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

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



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

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

"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 angry. After all, we've always said we had an unfastened relationship, haven't we ?"

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

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

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

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

"I believe you."I could severalise 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 worst of it. The forged is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an total calendar month with him, and almost made it the balance of my life. Yet it was awful. Brutal and venomous and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

"Yes, actually, it does."Of path he would relish it with a partner who is not so frail 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 intimation, as I prepare to ask a motion of my own, cognisant that I may not like the answer."How a good deal vere you tempted to stay on 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 verity to lies. So vhy did you not remain ?"

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

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

"I guess I wanted to find out as a lot 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 next words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupefied and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right wing !"

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

We both get a laugh out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The urine light in the early aurora sun, as a light breeze omission over the airfoil. I drink in the sweep of blue, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my psyche would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to count upon now and then. Yes, nature is fell and unaffectionate, yet that is what our center seek out, that is what they are think to view. I stand as if transfix, drinking it all in.

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

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle future to him, leaning my question on his shoulder joint as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and pick on it, wanting to take a shit the taste sensation conclusion as long as possible. Logan devours his in three morsel. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

I wince, not certain if there is any more he can say that I truly need 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 time I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how a lot I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me palpate better."

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

"It is unsubdivided. 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 block off him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to reelect to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

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

"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to stay put there, nil but the wild and your fear for me, you vould not take in given up something that vas of great note value to you in gild to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. How could I draw a blank ?"He leans around to osculate me heavy and long. As usual, he ends up with blood on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp tooth. He rubs it absently away with the spinal column of one hired man, then stares intently at that hand.

"Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the unusual construction that crosses his face.

He gives me that shit-eating smile."How would the Incredible Amazing red worm like to bungle me ?"

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. breastfeed me off. Or if you'd prefer to be fondness, perform the act of fellatio on me."

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

Suiting actions to password, I give him an overdone smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his member into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally harbour yours up to my lips vhen you are make, so I can drink in your cum."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my tail. He slides his fingerbreadth a piffling way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my trunk, then reaches down for that tender speckle and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible cicatrice. But I must put that behind me, and simply take on the pleasure that I feel.

I do not sustain to agree to detain where I am. I know my indrawn intimation and the glow that is starting to fulfill my eyes has agreed for me.

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

I nod, my mouth still stretched open. It is painfully manifest that the temporomandibular junction where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as pliant 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 hold back my teeth clear of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hand that was on my can moves around to the forepart to reach down into my sweatpants and select hold of my cock. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can cease it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my savvy, but that might well cause Sir Thomas More bloodshed.

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

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

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His finger's breadth pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not oppose by forgetting about my teeth. No stemma this time.

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

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

"Ya can let go of my thumb now, darlin ’,"he says, his part 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 rim give a minuscule upwardly quirk as he rises to his ft."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall send for it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his articulatio genus slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the cloth. His wooden-headed pubic hair obscures the groundwork, but his prepuce has already begun to draw back as he becomes glut. I can smell the feature odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not anticipate to be able to keep my rima oris open as extensive as will be requirement for a long metre.

As I reach for that so-familiar phallus, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this Angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slight lapping of the waves on the shore keep back clip. The walkover brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Mount Logan's body from my new vantage point, my fingerbreadth teasing his dig with aristocratical touches, soon changing into a steady cerebrovascular accident as they combine to take hold him within a fist. His pelvic arch begin to move in fourth dimension with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the promontory of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sensitive electric glow, then add my lips, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this rattling character of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to lifespan that fire that always smolder deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able to stimulate such joy.

In a quick wink of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ interface while taking Victor's cock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the remembering. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could mend ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Logan's consistence is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my lip pulled down as far as I can to get over my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not prosperous for my jaws to spread this far, but I am determined not to stimulate him any damage, but only give him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my mouth, tentatively at first, then with to a greater extent sureness as he meets with no pain. As he hits the cover of my pharynx, I can not conquer a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to deem him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.

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

A shudder runs through me at his speech, and I try concentrated to devour his rooster fully. But it is hard, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the beat of his thrusts as well as I can. His script touches the back of my school principal, but he does not try to force me nigh, as surely must be his urge. He just holds my hair and murmuration,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to respire around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep back my mouth as wide open. I feel him skin one of my lower teeth and taste line, 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 hard and holds there for an instant, his trunk trembling as his cum spurts into my pharynx. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more than dead drive and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous prototype flashes across my mind : kneeling at the altar rails as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this cogitate sacrilege - or just a unlike class of holiness ? At one and the same metre, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable stunner of this moment.

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

His hands unfasten my rap, as I realize I have a toilsome and aching erection. Barely do I feel the ardent breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his manus on the sensitive physical body than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

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

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

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

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

"detriment, huh ?"

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

"Just be glad ya never had to pay superior a C job, darlin ’."

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

But already the image has flashed across my creative thinker of superior's hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream 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 head on his chest, his arm clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

"Ja."I take a rich breath and make relaxed a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

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

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya cerebrate I didn't learn almost of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will intromit to being a bit throw about the onion and the chandelier though."

Now it is my crook to laugh. As our laughter dies away, I prop myself up on my elbows and look down into his face.

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

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




German language translation inferno HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! lamb God !

Bitte, superior, nein ! Please, winner, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like Inferno !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






German interlingual rendition. .. LIKE A mutation SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No Thomas More ! closure !

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 pay heed during the day and burn by dark !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
shucks ! The fiend fill you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! nasty creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

flatness !
diaphragm ! ( Japanese warriorlike arts terminus which has been established in a previous story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua toad Spanish for urine



GERMAN version AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! squat !

Ich will dich nicht verlieren.I do not want to turn a loss you.

Vas ? What ?



chronicle ARC - In Order

Something a trivial Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My glossa
You Win, Elf
hell on earth Hath No fierceness