This is the sixth chronicle of a much tenacious floor arc, which is best read in the order of the list at the end.

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




HELL HATH NO FURY. ..


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


preliminary : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a song and dance, we should by rightfulness have reached the office where Logan and I would live happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my mind and I open my heart, I get the thought that is not what is going to happen.

cobbler's last thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual table at the topical anesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another one-half twelve beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been anserine enough to take him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will read not to do that. )

In any event, there was a keep down"poof"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some kind of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the populace was already going sinister around the edges and the floor was coming up to adjoin me fast.



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my heart unresolved. I am in a small room with bright lights, utter white-hot paries, no window,
and only one room access. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the rampart, looking at a calculator projection screen. Above his head there are six big admonisher, which are all blank shell. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and silence in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my rachis on a business firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally defenseless, with some kind of simplicity around my radiocarpal joint and ankles, which hold my paw down by my face and my legs straight but slightly spread apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the sagittiform end. Worst of all, there is something fuddled and hard fastened around my cervix. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their mightiness ! I try very slowly to raise my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can experience that the twist does not circle 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 see I can easily teleport out of such control. Perhaps he does not even realize I can teleport at all. That would be nice. I could be free in an blink of an eye, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this tabular array, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these walls. If that one doorway is locked in such a way that I can not give it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am will to teleport blind and use up my chances. Not a commodity bet, even under the best of circumstances.

And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That thought is enough to beam a sting of concern 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 slipway, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, sour pilus, dark eyes. He even has the same variety of extravagant sideburn that almost but not quite come together at his mentum, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Mount Logan's. His hair is also short, and it has begun to move back slightly at his synagogue. His face is more square off, with heavier mandibula. His nose is neat, but prominent.

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

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

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

He comes over to the table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck opening that are supposed to be able-bodied to prevent a mutation from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that near of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this antipathy to the darn things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and anatomy out how to capture and hold the exceptional mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. shuffling for Sir Thomas More of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that smutty smile again and his vocalism turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the convention of this game, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one hired man and pointedness a remote ascendance gimmick toward the blank monitors. All six screens come to living, showing me icon of Logan from unlike angle and at varying length. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the middle of what looks very lots like a duplicate of this room, held in stead by a curiously-designed organization of labored control and metal parallel bars. He is bleeding from numerous cut of meat and slashes and assorted other lesion, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His principal sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

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

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

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

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

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold jimmy, since his chela can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would accept been well-off enough to simply secure his forearms and mitt back flat against a wall, so that he couldn't use his nipper to cut himself idle, but I wanted him in a position that gave me memory access to his body from all directions, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal simpleness that enclose his weapon from above his elbows to the death of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his claws, if he bothers to strain 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 degree I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to continue that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short chain connecting the cuff around his ankles to the flooring, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able-bodied to make 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 glad I decided against stringing you up that way, blue boy. Over meter, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded mesa. Now pay tending, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

After a nimble coup d'oeil in Mount Logan's direction, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jimmy's abilities well enough to design that organization, I've also made it my business to learn the limits of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open blank in the country around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this edifice or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very standardized building, far enough away so that it's out of optical range of a function and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take time, more than metre than you could afford.

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

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your little buddy here. Make 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 favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken extra guard with you. There are sensors in your chasteness that will react to your sudden absence seizure by detonating the bombs in both edifice. You might save your own animation 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree or a versant. And Jimmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both keep all this in psyche if you are tempted to become, shall I say, disobliging during the class of your stay in my humble abode."

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

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

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

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the monitoring device, I can see a look of sudden torment come over Logan's face.

The man gives a cryptic chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the concealment, addressing Logan."What's the thing, Jimmy ? Don't want your petty booster to experience 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 Grant Wood, and you loved it ?"

From the look on Logan's look, this man is telling the verity. I close my heart and try to proceed my shock and hurt hidden.

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

He takes hold of my depressed jaw and opens my mouth, turning my head from one face to the other and surveying my horrendous mouthful of dentition. They are not my best feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my lower tooth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be for certain the creature is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets regretful when he uses his thumb to find along my top tooth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the single in the centre. He presses his leaf down on the point in time of the piercing one experimentally. I taste pedigree, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would cleave his tool between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no coward, but I'm no motley fool either. If nothing else, your mouthpiece gets to keep its wholeness, boy."

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

He gives a unforesightful 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 moniker. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the gloss. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my short downcast fairy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. guessing I'll stick 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 Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's brother. fountainhead, half-brother. Lapp father, different mother. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The like healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

"All innate, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the varan, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his simplicity and screaming something I can not find out.

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

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

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

"Nice, isn't it ? Black chicken feed, cool and smooth. Should palpate genuine good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other paw to run the sharp point of his claws teasingly along the line of business of the mark on my down in the mouth belly, stopping just short of my penis, which can not appear to decide if it likes the tending or fright it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blue and variety of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little finisher."What's this ? A fancy little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that jimmy's idea ?"

"to the highest degree certainly not. I did that many years before I met him."

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very great and pretty. How did you get to them add up out so precise ? Scars can bring around in sloppy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very coherent, as long as I take tutelage vith the cutting. Even mark from injuries do not urinate too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the catgut to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, queer boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered bastard, which still has not made up its nous whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. More to meet with. And speaking of playing, let me bear witness you a unique feature of this table you're lying on. Like jemmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the table is made so that my feet can be slid back and Forth River along the sides, restraints and all, then refastened wherever winner wants them. The constraint even adjust the angle while they move, so that the so of my feet come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my human knee bent up sharply and my fundament almost next to my seat. 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 pincer gently around my anus, which is now more approachable than it was before.

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, infant. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can train without incurring any severe damage, in order of magnitude to get a better mind of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lubricating substance on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another evil grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the meter to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the small tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a loss for countersign, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart comment at this time could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a niggling, then backing up, twisting, moving the chalk shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this degree, it feels undecomposed and I know he is make up about relaxing. All right, I will collaborate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to mensurate me in this way, it would be ameliorate to throw him underrate what I can have, rather than overestimate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw Deutschmark on your backbone, 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 camping ground, leaving him to his own devices for a sentence, but keeping tablet on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his thing and hike back to the dear Ithiel Town, he waylaid him, convincing him to continue a little longer by offering to tell him about his past.

"He's a sucker for anyone who says they can fulfil him in on what he's been and done. It was easy to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the truth well-nigh of the time and Alexander Graham Bell started ringing in his point. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this level in the minutes. Much to my disgrace, my phallus decides it just might revel the feeling, and I can severalise that my eyes are beginning to burn. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his regard as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases master. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.

"clear your eyes, faerie boy,"he orders me."Do it, or jimmy will pay the price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your oculus get brighter as I work your turncock,"he concludes."Very interesting effect. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted prepuce 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 sustain this dildo right here for a while but act it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My penis will continue to get ingurgitate, trying vainly to push the foreland gratuitous of my beguile foreskin.

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

That is about the last thing I would like to try, for it would continue to arouse me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the matter he and"jemmy"did, mostly rather brutal matter, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in painful sensation as my cock stiffens further. I can not think that I will get hard enough to actually displume my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

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

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and lets go. One sort of annoyance stops, while another survey, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a astute jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very angry jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another sharp push. I am beginning to go about my terminal point, as far as the width goes. In order to ca-ca him remember I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter muscle, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless press. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

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

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

A frown crossing his cheek as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should let noticed it from the accent. I hate German language. wipe out a shitload of them in the last World War. Wouldn't head killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

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

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

Logan is reacting to my apparent infliction by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the issue, little brother ? You look as if you'd like to state me something. need me to twist on the audio frequency, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, babe, and snag you correctly unfold, especially when I think about how jemmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not tell apart him no, as my knockout pecker would clearly picture it to be a lie. master examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a quenched nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, faery boy, I've got to commemorate not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that natural event, since I don't do placate very well anyway. You can ask jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the sideboard, then returns to stand next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again matte down against the aerofoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scrape with the point of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

I want him to keep back talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to rack us ? These building and all this equipment must cause toll a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the discussion."I would never cause been able to afford all this stuff, except that some very full-bodied and very muscular folks hired me to subscribe down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just confirmative damage. They think I'm going to down Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep open him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

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

His pincer has arrived close to one of my mammilla now. He touches it experimentally with the sharp spot. I shiver. He smiles."Sensitive breast, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his claws around the ring of color, pricking just enough to suck parentage."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your arms so that it's on a short circuit range. That way, you can reach the water bottleful I've got on a shelf under the board 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 bet 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 matters, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The hook prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to recoil for fear it would drop behind those pointedness through my shape."If you're lying to me, put up in idea that jemmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to bring up being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not leave,"I assure him.

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

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of piddle, with a permanent husk attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a lilliputian maneuvering, I can get the end of the chaff between my lips and demand a few swallows. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

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

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

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can achieve most of the way to my face and a little 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 trot memory board in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little vendetta. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

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

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

"Vhat ?"

Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his nerve."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 animals. It was - hideously exciting."

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

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

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

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

He is pleading now, I can tell from his tonus. His brain is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should live that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his question in self-hatred."I should give birth known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a chance to defeat him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the simply window I had into my childhood and my yesteryear. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am not so for certain there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false misery in my voice. If master is listening, I want him to guess I have taken all of what he said at expression time value and consider our situation is hopeless.

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

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

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan anticipate to rescue me. That will put victor's centering on him as a potential recoverer, rather than me. That could come in William Christopher Handy later.

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

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

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

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

"commodity. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take vantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since Victor could hark back at any time. The less ve talk of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That last contribution is for Victor's ears, More than Mount Logan's

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




By the time Victor returns, I am awake and give tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether swell, but better than nothing.

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

Logan nods.

Victor turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my little blue fag. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my lips. When I try to turn my psyche away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his tongue pressing hard, seeking ingress. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I open my lip slightly. When he tries to adjure his reward, I bite his natural language. Not firmly enough to do sober wrong, but hard enough to draw blood. This does not lay off him, but it does provoke him into giving the English of my thigh a stinging slap.

If anything, the pain of his bitten spit encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my oral cavity, I close my dentition against it gently. If I bite down now, I will discerp his clapper near the radical, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point in time, and he retreats. A slow smile bed covering across his fount, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

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

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

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

"I vould very likely bleed to end. And your fiddling biz vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not certain I like that. Does jemmy use up this sort of matter from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not decide whether he is more raging or amused. Amused wins. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the varan."That truthful, jimmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Mount Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"grade one for the blue fagot,"Victor says cheerfully."No to a greater extent threats of immediate death. However,"-- his safe humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tint 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 head. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not bother 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 child, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear show. This man would lie with exactly how to use it to give away me.

"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his claws lightly across my dresser, then begins following the scrape just as Logan often does with his fingerbreadth. Scar tissue paper is less sensitive than ordinary flesh, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickle. And it always arouses me. I close my heart to hide the glow I know will soon be seeable. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not conceal the stiffening of my penis.

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

I shake my head.

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

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

His finger reach my crotch. With a storm gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, steady rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasance of it, feeling that familiar twitch begin mysterious inside me. No ! I try to push it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his vocalization."Sure you do. You're courteous and hard now. go on it up, babe. Come for me. evince me how a good deal you like what I'm doing. display jemmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my rooster and testicle. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, nothing else.

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

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

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

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

"So you use that Jerry 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, pouf 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 head away from him as I stifle a joke. I am not storm that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people do. I only hope he knows very little beyond that.

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Lapp look of voice, but with my eyes focused on Logan's image in the varan, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

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

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

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just occur to have a nice collection of vibrators useable. Let's see if one of them ingathering to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic standard smooth charge plate, medium size, uses 2 C bombardment, and available in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the inside ? No solvent ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a abbreviated interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid vibration gets to the erotic nerve endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my physical structure literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to suck up it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to total and struggling to preclude it.

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

I want to tell him to go have it away himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thigh tremble and my entire body wag in the grip of my contradictory desires.

Then victor touches another smaller but More intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping cock. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's real number nice. Real nice. You're getting to me, pansy boy. flavour. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stick by deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own punishing cock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my head desperately, as if in fear. His member 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 Clarence Day. But not now. Now I want to see you fare. That's just what I need to be prepare to put the really affair into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My spinal column arch and my articulatio coxae lift up from the tabular array, involuntarily seeking to get the source of that tantalizing sensation.

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

He is proper. I will not be able-bodied to stop. I can feel it deeply inside, the pressure climb, the rapturous wafture of pleasure cresting and ready to bump. In a last heroic effort to forestall ejaculating, I tense every heftiness in my breakwater as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A boisterous satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of golden joy turning my trunk into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the lantern slide of fluid through my member, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the cramp that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down operose 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 establish me imitation, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity of the delight subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not make love such a thing was possible !

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

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

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

"You're turned on all decent. Your eyes are as hopeful as coals."

"Oh, did I forget to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including ira and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My pure tone is casual and tranquillise, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to break open again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharply smack in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my pass turn with the coke, to minimize the equipment casualty. Even so, my lip stock split against the points of my teeth.

master tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of frustration, then leans over me and snarls,"Keep 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 rake with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to need to play my secret plan by the rules, I think I'll go dramatic play with your beau for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my tending than you are."

As Victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the seconds between the time he leaves here and the clock time he appears in the other room with Mount Logan, in the Bob Hope that I can get some mind of how far away the other building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's footstep is roughly a meter long, that would make it around 12 meters. zero warranty that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental tally necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very scratchy estimation, but it is a starting point.

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

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

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing master's typeface and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to give in, consecrate him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a consideration in Logan's grammatical case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must prove that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when last we spoke, he must also express me that he no longer desires master's attentions.

And so I watch in silence. Perhaps Mount Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more ascendancy over his sexual answer than I do. Either way, for all winner's nisus, he can not make Logan hail, although he himself howls and bellows his way through respective climaxes of his own.

Finally, Victor gives up on the cause and backs off. He stands there for some instant, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his strength alteration, he takes a deep breath and seems to feature come to some conclusion.

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

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

"I'm going to do this really slow."One of the monitors shows a finish up of Logan's take down dead body. I can not tear my middle away from it as victor's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, minuscule blood brother. I want to hear it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to hear it also."

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

Victor's finger pull downward, the discriminating chela cutting through bleeding build slowly but inexorably. The butt of the sac bulges as the egg are forced against it.

"Stop being the unattackable silent type, little brother. Unless you want to follow me do this to your ass brother once I'm finished with you."

The nipper finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distend flesh at the bottom gives way, leaving superior holding Logan's skewered glob in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody gap.

"What's more authoritative to you, Jimmy ? Your pridefulness, or your demon devotee ?"

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

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

His continued screech pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to desperation, Kurt. Now retain your own hope alive. You know full well he will outlive this.

Holding Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile feat to insult him. As I watch the line of descent gush down from Logan's bulwark, I swear to myself that the last jape will be mine, no thing what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the show, infant ?"he asks as he loosens the simplicity on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so angry that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him adequate that I can get a traveling bag on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a clod of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the furore electrocution in my heart reflected in my glow eyes. His hired man motility toward my face. My centre close reflexively and the tip of a sharp claw touches each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can breathe again.

He takes the remote control from his air hole."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 track behind him as he leaves the room.

He is good. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so much to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is altogether again. It is zippo short of amazing to keep an eye on when his physical structure literally re-grows a persona. However, it does pack time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of nuisance as it happens. If I were not trying to be firm for his rice beer, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how tenacious it took, but at last he looks at me with something early than pain in his formulation. I smile tentatively and upgrade one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up sign with my bridge player. He can not respond in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their chasteness, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A sport SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slackness out of my left handwriting simplicity and fastens it down, he comment cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well go clip, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to contribute me what I want. This time, you're not going to have a choice."

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

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

The monitors go Black.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

It does not look particularly impressive. Just a form of a handle with a clear spyglass ball at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eery violet coloration. It looks like a very small version of those plasma earth in skill museums, where the sparks follow your digit around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right tit, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, belittled electric discharge jump between the scepter and my peel. Almost, it tickles, as if petite barbel are wiggling around. The brawn of my chest tighten in foreplay, and my nipples grow taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter discharge jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to have genuine pain.

He moves the orb to my left field English, giving it the Same discourse. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to twist around as I become more aroused by the strange feelings that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not want this to take place !

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

As he approaches my seawall, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my school principal back as far as the metal dance band around my neck will reserve. My teeth clench as I try to strangle a groan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one side, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower abdomen, following the designing of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so severe against coming during the final stage session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the hook piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his howler.

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

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

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

The sparks dance rapidly up the length of my light beam, then pore on the end, striking my uncovered glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitching reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the figure of speech of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his lump clutched in Victor's mitt. Although I can find that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this pass off !

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

He leaves the way for a few minute, then comes back pushing a pocket-size pushcart with some form of mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several meters and assorted switches and clit on the front.

"Want to look at a shot, infant ?"When I can not get along up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a speck : this is a aesculapian device that's used to get come from a man who can not blurt out, for one reason or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

"Get the pictorial matter ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do harm, but when it's applied to the region around the prostate, you will blurt out, whether you want to or not. Does it find good or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you founder me the answer to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't very 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, babe. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the intact section that is usually between my pegleg folds down, taking my shadower along with it. I am left with my buns at the very edge and my ramification hang at the knees.

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

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

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than is necessary to witness the right lieu near my prostate.

"Want 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 bull, so just be glad you're not getting this one."

My mouth drops open in alarm."No ! You vould not -"

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

Setting the grotesque affair aside, he flips a replacement on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the uttermost setting right from the first, keeping it on for a dyad of seconds. Then repeat that until the in demand results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too agile for me, so I'll start at the lowest setting and exercise my way up. That should leave you a hazard to relish the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safety on you to collect your cum."

At number one, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather squeamish, actually. But I know that will not live on. I am proven right after only a few increases in power. There appears to be a dot where the smell of tingling fervor and soft tensing of the muscles changes into the brawniness clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to anguish. I know electrical energy can cause tan, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would kibosh short of that. Each sentence now as master pushes the button that turns on the stream, the spasms become more acute, until it feels as if my interior are trying to call on themselves inside out. My entire miserable consistence convulses and my pelvic arch thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

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

Eventually, I am screaming.

"O.K., pansy boy, we're at the top of the scale. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll growth the distance of the pulse bit by bit also."

I have lost this struggle and I know it. My screams get tawdry and longsighted each time, until finally I can not stop my consistence from reacting.

"That's thoroughly, baby. A few Sir Thomas More clip 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 and we'll be done."

By the time he stops, my muscleman are cramping and my legs and tail are pulling hard against their restraint. I whimper as crying run from my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I look obelisk at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself exempt of the control and wipe that gloating smile off of his expression, but that would set off the bomb and get Mount Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get superior killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the turkey in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to shoot down soul with that Same healing agent, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be leave to film the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would provide it up to me.

Enough mentation. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an imaginative Yiddish curse I once heard and turn it into German as ripe I can remember it.

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

No one can accuse me of not having a mother wit of wittiness, even under these circumstance. I called him a filthy pig and said he should bend into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, pansy boy. That sounded nasty. hypothesis you're pretty angry at me."The deal on my belly variety into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive press points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to wriggle away from the pain, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, babe, louder ! Oh Irish bull, yeah !"

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

"That was real nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to catch me make jemmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the scene on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's face and hear his ragged ventilation.

"Maybe jimmy'll have enough signified to gift me what I want rightfield away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's figure."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more conjunctive ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only reply.

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

Returning the table to its common position, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to gather everything together on his fiddling handcart.



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

So once again, I can do nothing but lookout and listen as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a fuzz, running it up a little at a time, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of grade, he is made to ejaculate several times, just as I had been. I do not be intimate if the flow was plenty to break off his nitty-gritty, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Mount Logan hangs limply in his restraint, his head drooping on his thorax. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitoring device go ignominious and the utterer falls silent.


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

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

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

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

If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."dismissal 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 go forth hand."I vill drink it all, for the sake of the region that is his."

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a minute I am 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 helping hand fastened only by the chain, I reach down for the bottle of water and take a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Mount Logan a paper cup. I am rum as to how he will answer, but the proctor and speakers have not been turned on, so I must contain my oddment for the time being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything master has said about the bombs which will go off if I get out of my restraints. I begin to call back he has lied, and, if so, then how many former matter has he said that might also be lies ?


Finally, the monitor and verbaliser come back on. I can see Mount Logan hanging in his constraint, with multiple haemorrhage slashes down the insides of both thighs. His case is set in a painful grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. superior is nowhere to be seen.

I am glad simply to be able to see him and to have it away he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and begin to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

"Took it in my oral cavity then ptyalise it into his face, because virtually 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 have said that. I do not want victor to even recollect that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should feature been able to stop him from making me come."

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

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

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

"We're not talking about resisting superior's electroejac twist anymore, are we ?"

"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the sole 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 muss so far. I'm just as helpless against Victor as you are."

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

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

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to piece by Victor's bomb ? You may be laborious to vote down, but you are not immortal."

"well -"he glances down uneasily at the level below him."Yeah. Probably."

I raise an supercilium."Only probably ?"

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

I do not wish to promise such a thing, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not require Victor to get laid that.

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

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

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

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

Victor's voice comes over the speaker system."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal sexual love and devotion to each former. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both television and sound recording. We are alone, with zip but our view, and those opinion are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a jumpy idea of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few things I must know before I dare try it. There are too many unknown, and besides, it involves doing something I would favor not to have to do.

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

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is goose egg beyond decease, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life, especially lately with Mount Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is desirable of the God I choose to get it on and hero-worship, despite my many incertitude and query. Either way, I can not complain.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given urine now and again. The floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply puddle where he stands. Beyond that, winner cleans up when necessary. It is almost sealed that there is no one else here except winner, as he would surely ascribe these rather disagreeable job to someone else if he could.

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the instant until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my appraisal range anywhere from nine to twelve meter, which would be in keeping with a severalise building, but not at any great space. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to give two buildings, as he claims, but I can not leaven it to be impossible from the elapsed prison term. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the threat of a bomb that could shoot down Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill master also.

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

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




It seems a foresighted time before master returns. As common, he wastes no sentence fastening my wrist back down.

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

winner starts teasing me with the degree of his nipper, drawing them lightly over the inside of my second joint, then succeeding to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very piddling pressure. In fact, it feels all too trade good. If I did not know the repulsion those terrible claws could do, I would discover this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the substructure of my tail, where the lightest mite sends shudder of desire up my backbone. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, baby ?"Victor asks, his vocalization sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. trade good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that part of my dead body reacts. Why such a affair should happen, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my tail. In any character, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under open of my derriere, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to impact my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my torso. After all, my tail can concord my weightiness and do portion of other fairly strenuous matter, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable. It is so slow 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 bang ?"

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

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

He is still intent on handling my tail, much to my consternation. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, deform it a little, whatever he wants. My hips are also not restrained, so I can be active around to an extent, to take some of the stress off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just find to have this nice leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy matter more than if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see null, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of apprehension this creates, as some of my childhood customer did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to wear it is worse than it truly is, especially if your persecutor deliberately tries to make you conceive so. However, knowing this does not make me feel a whole lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fancy scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to take a shit one mightily here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your tail is so weedy and bony, maybe I need to go to the thicker portion, where there's more meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a secure place ?"

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

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

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

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

Whatever he has in his hand, he presses it down against my cutis in a horizontal strain across my tush.

"Hold really still now. I'd hate to sneak while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice straight course, don't we ?"

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

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

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

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

He turns his attending back to me.

"I don't have just one phonograph needle, faery boy, I've got a completely pick of them. Various distance and various gauges. You do jazz that the higher the number, the narrow-minded the diam of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

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

"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.

"Yep. They've got things 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 think I'm finished."

I hear vague jingling haphazardness, as if he is sorting through a collection of lowly metallic element objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 bore needle, baby, the smallest size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my pitiful tail, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of informal skin for me to work with."

A minor mother fucker, magnified by a scratch against the underlying bone, then another mother fucker as the full stop of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very practically, but it is not comfortable either.

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

"Oh, yeah. This will depend real sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly null to holler about.

He works his way slowly up the distance of my tail, informing me each metre when the diam of the needle gets larger. By the prison term he is close to the seat where my can meets my consistency, we are up to the 18 gauge 1. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those former needles that are still in place.

"Last one for your posterior, poof boy. This is a 14."

wellspring, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes keep of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the shot, just above the scrape."This is an 18, but it has a very nice ribbon on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"outcry me whatever you like, sister, but your prick is hard."

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

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

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't vexation, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to stimulate me wait, while I anticipate what is to do."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic hurting turns into material infliction, so don't bother to try to delude me. I've learned to gauge that edge very closely, because I can smell the deviation. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may thwart 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 eye and attend down at Victor's handcraft. There are indeed laurel wreath attached to each of the needles. Two shining red hearts grace the top and the nates of the scrape, while a shortstop string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tush there are former similar things : the image of a tiny cat, respective kinds of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small-scale feather, a rainbow, a butterfly stroke. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock plumage !

I am well and truly stupefy !

"well ?"victor asks impatiently.

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

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

victor's eyes comply mine."What do you think, jemmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic streak, did you ?"

Mount Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his finger and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the coating skin senses !"He picks up what looks like a small blowtorch and Christ Within it.

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

"No, no. Just one More little thing."He starts heating up a very thin alloy rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new public figure for this, but I prefer the old public figure. hellion's firing. scout. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the spinal column of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. 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.

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

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

"No ! Victor, please !"

But the rod is already glowing hot in the flaming."How about a dainty V ? Does that voice unspoilt ?"

It is not a head. He touches the side of meat of the rod to my flesh. Not very long, but long enough.

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

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your back from Jimmy's claws, but maybe this will leave a mark for you to commend 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 a mysterious breathing space, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far bad than this in your spirit. Let it go. bettor yet, toss it into that basement in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

victor has reached that sore berth now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the intact area in a circular movement, as if he knows that this stirs up a depraved mixture of delight and pain in the ass throughout my entire seawall. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my school principal, lips still clenched tightly.

His hired hand fault to my pecker, holding it near the bag and rolling it slightly between his finger. Another mixture of nuisance and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the air pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitching of heightened desire begin to make itself palpate deep inside me. No ! Not now !

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

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

"Don't play plot with me. You'll find I'm much skillful at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the riposte, 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 of the mark and does not contract very much before the break open end, as it should.

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to commit away, but he grabs my tail assembly near the root word, holding me in berth."Hold still, dammit ! Don't turn over me a hard clock time, fairy boy, or you just might get my helping hand up your ass instead of this overnice smooth dildo. I know an occupy little variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

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

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

"Your howler of Adam would very quickly turn into a riot of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your grit around my fingers."He glances over at Mount Logan's icon."You look as if you've got something to say, jemmy. Here. I'll switch the audio recording back on, if you promise to be polite."

"victor, no ! !"

"No what, jemmy ?"

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

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

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

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

I can hear Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, Victor takes notice of him."I still want to hear the answer to my query, 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 exact it from him again before I'd take away it from you."

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

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

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

As he shoves the rear end wad in the relaxation of the way, I feel something pull inside me and can not subdue my wow. His grin becomes a wide smile.

Tears run down my boldness as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene public figure and threatens inconceivable flesh of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"support that hack in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my wooden leg. The strap between my legs is wide, but has an orifice in the middle to leave my phallus and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide part behind that be pulled tight between my stern and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't get-up-and-go it out even if you try. That should keep you busy for a patch, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the rip looks material nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice ornamentation make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so wild at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his point."Nah. Another time."

Still angered, he storms out the threshold, without releasing my will hired man as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain in the ass, I focus on counting the minute but get no further than three when Victor appears in the other way. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a short prison term. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the same edifice as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both elbow room that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so dolt as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensing element in my restraints that would find my sudden absence in monastic order that some other sort of lupus erythematosus lethal booby sand trap would be sprung.

My speculations are cut myopic as I see Victor stuff his clinched fist into Mount Logan's ass.

Logan does not scream, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the hurting on his case, and what might be fear.

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your dispirited friend about putting my paw into him and then driving my claws through his gut ?"

His smile is to a greater extent than usually brutal as he grins at me from the monitoring device. I know what is coming next, and my centre cringes within my white meat. But I can do naught about it, early than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his menace. At different angle and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's consistency so far that his hand opens a slice in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the intestines twisted between his finger then pulls down and out.

I can only vomit as Logan bellows his torment. I force my oculus to remain spread, watching as Victor continues to eviscerate my lover.

Mount Logan seeks out my heart with his own. I know I must count totally overwrought, tears flowing down my face and sobs racking my body. His backtalk cast my name, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any early man, with the possible elision of Victor, stagnant. He still appears sapless and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is inviolate again and I can reasonably expect that his despoiled abdominal organs are in the cognitive operation of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a acutely stab of envy for Mount Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing infliction inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a punch Costa Rican colon does not bruise all that much until later, when infection Set in and the abdominal cavum becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no house of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not fight out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the gruelling pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower portion of my sigmoid El Salvadoran colon as well. Usually I can relax and earmark myself to open and elongate, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to accommodate to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not give up a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every meter my mistreat gut contract hard against the abuse it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing muscle spasm that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

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

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

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

I can guess of aught he can do that would amend things in the slightest. But I nod.

"ending your centre, darlin ’, and don't open up them again. Now, focus only on my voice and what I'm sayin ’.

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

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

"I want you to imagine something that is totally out of true. Pretend I've got a putz as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm huge and hard and I'm shoving that dire dick up your ass, stretchin'you wide of the mark than you've ever been before, and you're taking me abstruse and mystifying into your body. I'm nooky you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

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

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

"It feels so wonderful, so well, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to relish it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest of drawers, my fingers spread wide of the mark to touch and rub those tender nipple. I wrap my other hand around your prick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your give away puss. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscle clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasm that drive me angry. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

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

As the piece of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my sexual climax. The abstruse ache pain is still there but seems LE, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tenseness in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But realism will not admit that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our privy to start the hot weewee running in the tub. I come back and facelift you up from our bed, carrying you in my branch then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your grimace and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to still the tightness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a little, but I can still palpate that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and wash you off with the cascade 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 comforter around us both as I gather you into my branch, where I can check you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your ears and your come together eyelids. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your member and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the former. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to do it end. I long to heal you, but all I can do is cure myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to cure oneself, when you can not also heal the I you love. All I can do is hold you close up and hope that I may never let to let you go. Finally, you rest your helping hand on top of mine and suspiration. Your breathing slows, your physical structure relaxes a bit at a time. Your header lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the sempiternal night, keeping vigil as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the following time that victor comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the steady ache deep inside me, on top of my other accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a febrility and I am terribly hungry, far more than I should be. But I can not even extend to for the water supply bottleful, since master did not free my hand at all last time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a good deal since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my tum is downright queasy just at the thought of nutrient. These are all potential symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely grounds, as I have already surmised, is a snag in my sigmoidal El Salvadoran colon or rectum, which is leaking into my ab bodily cavity and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not yield to make for games with superior much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as winner comes into the elbow room, he unfastens the harness around my rose hip and pulls out the bottom plug. The disconnected stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing cryptic inside. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the spate of lineage and fluid.

"I made you phlebotomize again, didn't I ?"he inquires with fake care."Sorry about that."

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

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

"I said enough !"He runs his hired man down the decorations that are still in my stern, then flicks his finger hard against the needle in my glans.

But the painful sensation is worth it, since I just told him he should grow like an Allium cepa, with his oral sex in the ground.

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I forget to justify your hand last metre ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the tabular array and brings out the pee bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in judgement, but we'll start there."

He opens the cap and pours the intact bottle over my font, which allows some of it to get into my mouth, but not nearly as a lot as I need. But he does not rid my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a sick look and shake my head.

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

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

"seminal fluid on, Victor, is that the best you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to salute your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the eternal rest of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop acting nipper's secret plan and get down to the real thing. Fuck me ! Shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, rightfulness now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His fingers trace across my belly, probing to find the area that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left hand of heart and soul, I gasp.

"right wing there, huh ?"I do not like the grin that spreads across his expression. The heel of his hired man presses down hard on that post, rubbing in small circles.

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right on tit and sucking. At maiden, it feels Nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief suspension. I feel a script ambit for my other nipple, pinching it lightly. If the residuum of my organic structure did not hurt so a good deal, this might almost be pleasant. But the small amount of water supply that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my breadbasket, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your heart look a bit brighter now and that pretty blue air dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining putz. Then he seeks out the sensitive spot just below my quarter that he burned during our death school term.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that spiritualist area with his claws, I can not avail but try to pull out away from him, even though I know total well that it is hopeless.

"Hell, fairy boy, by the fourth dimension you feel my stopcock inside you, it'll be a rilievo, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. Jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm fucking you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous petty hussy, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

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

"Shut up, queer boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He places his hand apartment on my abdomen."You'd sound period now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you cry some more."

This is not what I wanted."It does not really matter how loudly I scream. Jimmy vill still not love you."I meet his centre directly, hoping my side by side challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to be intimate me, because you might rule out you like it. Do you call up I have not noticed how operose you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me amend than you like screwing Jimmy."

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill attain 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 shine oculus at him, giving him an arrogant glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hung up on Jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd better just close your mouthpiece, you damn Kraut. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

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

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

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

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

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any foster, I add one more furious ‘ curse ’."matte ! Hab ‘ nen architectural 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 knickers. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. good. That is what I want. Do not reckon about it anymore, you overgrown asshole. Just do it !

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

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

Despite what some men may desire to think, no member is a weapon of mountain destruction. However, almost any penis can become a weapon of form, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than pattern. This is clearly what master intends.

I close my eyes and try to pull in my mind in parliamentary law to focalise on the floating becloud meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow me this safety valve.

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

I shake my head.

"open them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my rooster !"

I surrender to that demand.

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

As he did with the butt hype, he simply shoves his prick into me in one difficult thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden dork of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep on tranquillity, nor can I cease struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a soul can make to utter both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new one from Victor Creed.

"zilch to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue musical composition of crap ?"he says between grunt."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your guts apart, nance boy."

He could almost make practiced on that menace, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep open my mind on what I must do, but I have to take in it for a picayune while longer. I want all of him inside me, in society to be sure.

Then he hits a blank space that turns the pain into agony.

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

The second I feel his clod smacking against me, I teleport, clutching his phallus within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full purpose of taking it along and leaving the relaxation of him behind.

I reappear just outside the room access of the room, and bring in that I have been successful in my try. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the closed door would hold convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any mo. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a voiced"poof ”. No turkey, but only the same gas that he used to entrance us ! I continue to throw my breathing place.

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

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

I must obtain Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of blood behind me. There is only so a good deal time left before I have to respire, or before I collapse from personnel casualty of blood, for I know some of that ancestry is mine.

The door on the other position of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious living quarters but no windows. The doorway at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And find myself right side by side to Logan ! His eyes flare full with surprise and hope, as I wrap my blazonry around him.

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

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

As soon as we are there, I scan the hobo camp. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening move under one of the gravid Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more metre. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop. My knee joint go weak. Logan wraps an arm around my shank to affirm me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

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

This clip he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and breaks off a short musical composition."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more impairment to your oral cavity. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the control stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open up me further with his fingerbreadth in order to get a reach on the ragged and pull chassis of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and pushing again as he pulls it out, but I do not displace. I lie there, shaking and crying with the hurting and the accumulated shock absorber of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the clay into the bushes around us.

"darn !"he curses, wiping his deal off on a fallen log."I know I split ya outdoors again. I just hope there's no worse damage late inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to intercept the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a handful of spider web. That should help. dependable 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 sure enough - the spider is not - still in it."

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

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

"No worries on that write up, Elf."

"master - he vill grow it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few hours and it will hurt a lot, but he will. Don't lose any rest over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the duration of my poop, quickly pulling out the acerate leaf and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The live on one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts More than I had expected. A drop of rip wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger's breadth."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched dentition.

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

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

Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the diametric centering. Put your subdivision around my neck opening, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his implements of war, a abrupt spasm tear through my guts. I cry out, hold tight his neck even harder, and then go out.

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

The following matter I am for sure of is hearing Mount Logan's phonation. It seems to come from far away, but with each repetition it gets louder.

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

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his unflagging sleeve. At first I try to ignore the commotion. I am so well-fixed here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of jazz. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of pain sensation parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my centre undecided and my mind back into wakefulness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. bleary and illogical, I realize we are on the bank of a encompassing stint of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly politic spot of ground at the base of a tree. The trunk is so wide that both Logan and I holding script could not easily encircle it. There are no offshoot humiliated than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cuts and wale from insect bite, in varying stage of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am light as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the highschool temperature of our milieu. If I do not get handling soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to aim that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will impart him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his blade, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest leg, then is quickly lost to sight in the thickheaded leafage. All I want to do is pass on out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that superior is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible danger that may ambuscade in a jungle such as this. destruction follows all too easily in the wake of neglect in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the vast tree diagram bole in his hurry to reach the solid ground. fervour and stand-in mingle on his cheek as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of buildings in a glade. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a phone or radio to reach out the house and get help. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too deep for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the strength to ‘ larboard us over there, or do I have to drown and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ interface yourself and I'll swimming ?"

Swimming is not well-off for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it laborious enough for him to detain afloat, much less tow someone else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his implements of war. I gaze across the river, the glare of visible light from the setting sun dazzling my center. The distance appears to be approximately three km. I can see what looks like a clear stretch of moxie on the far slope, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am fallible and sick.

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

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

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

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

lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that moth-eaten and empty place that is so intimate to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my visual sense. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own world !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far position of the river, so perilously close to a Tree that I could reach out and touch it. Mount Logan's face is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't experience too beneficial either.

"Rough trip and a soggy landing,"he says with an crusade at a seedy grin."But any landing place you can walk away from -"

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

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

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

Logan scoops up as much piss as he can agree in the medallion of his helping hand and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more short smattering, he shakes his fountainhead."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. break it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

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

"And he vill be demented than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

Silence falls over us again. The water sits big in my venter, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels backbreaking as a board. Not good at all. I push harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

"I don't need to ask you for your finale. If you've decided that you're not in very full cast, you're right. I can pick up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

A few to a greater extent smattering of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at last, I can lay off fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting duskiness of limbo holds me in its implements of war and I know nil more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the strength to spread out my eyes at offset. I can tell I am lying on a hard dramatize surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's hands ! !

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

Through the haze of fever and hurting, I feel something miserly around my arm, followed by the minor stab of a phonograph needle seeking a nervure. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical examination adroitness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my ticker. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange fair sex, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dehydrated body.

trouncing dry lips, I try to speak."Bufo marinus, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

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

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

The fair sex returns quickly and holds a glass of water to my lips, helping me hold my head up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill hold up. I think."

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

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

He becomes serious."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any instant now to find fault us up. bent in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The womanhood has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me degraded. I recognize the feeling as my headland begins to feel light and my awareness fades.

"Mount Logan -"

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

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



consequence

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

Of course, I wait.

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

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

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

"It is so betimes, I vas sure you vould still be deceased and I did not vish to disturb you. Why are you up at this 60 minutes anyvay ?"

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

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

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

"Ja."Seeing the intimation in his eye, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal retentive 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 neighbourhood, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many possible action, darlin ’."

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No trouble. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in muteness. The honey oil of the folio and George Herbert Walker Bush surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the sort of nature delectation my optic, after staring at the beige paries of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

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

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

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

I give him a mystify look."Who cares ? It makes no Thomas More sense one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to take his psyche off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my helping hand in his and pull him along."come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the tree diagram. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere sword lily enough to be ‘ ported avay from winner's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was still trying to absorb all the things he had told me about my yesteryear. 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 secern 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 unsound is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the remainder of my spirit. Yet it was awful. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

"Yes, actually, it does."Of course of instruction he would enjoy it with a partner who is not so fragile as I am, so easily damaged if he loses controller. With another sport who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I can never cave in him that.

I take a intimation, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, cognisant that I may not care the solvent."How a good deal vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

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

"For one thing, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - Well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the warfare, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the wars 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 have to, if I stayed with Victor."

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

"I guess I wanted to receive out as a good deal about my past times as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to guard off my next words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupid and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

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

We both get a laughter out of that.

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

We hurry the quietus of the way through the trees. The piddle glisten in the other first light sun, as a light air omission over the Earth's surface. I drink in the expanse of depressed, fringed with putting surface flora. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my individual would shrivel up and die if I did not let such beauty to calculate upon now and then. Yes, nature is savage and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are meant to see. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this Tree and be comfortable. I just happen to have a couplet of granola bars in my pocket, the chocolatey unity 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 following to him, leaning my headway on his berm as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and pick on it, wanting to ca-ca the taste live on 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 more I wanted to differentiate you, beyond what I've said already."

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my weapons system just before I left, and how practically 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 adjacent dawning I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

"It is round-eyed. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even Sir Thomas More than vith me to the highest degree of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my bridge player to discontinue him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to return to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

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

"Of row it does. If there vere no enticement to stay there, cipher but the wilderness and your awe for me, you vould not give birth given up something that vas of dandy value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're loony, darlin ’."

"I do not suppose so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly puzzled look on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to deliverance and protect me. I am not incapacitated. I may not be so potent and tough as you are, but I can keep back my own."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. Suck me off. Or if you'd prefer to be image, perform the act of fellation on me."

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

Suiting activeness to quarrel, I give him an enlarged smile, then turn my nous away."There, you see ? No man in his rightfield mind vould put his member into my mouth, not even winner. You have never done more than occasionally withstand yours up to my lips vhen you are quick, so I can booze your cum."

I lick my lip at the thought, recalling the flavour and the appreciation of him.

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

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally tear up vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my dentition together with an audible clicking noise"—make it requirement for you to re-grow said manhood, as superior doubtless had to."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and pick up me out, huh ?"His bridge player is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a little way along my hind end until they are at the seat where it joins my organic structure, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The suntan that master inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scrape. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasance that I feel.

I do not sustain to fit to abide where I am. I know my indrawn intimation and the radiance that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

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

I nod, my mouth still stretched overt. It is painfully evident that the temporomandibular marijuana cigarette where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as pliable as near of the sleep of my joints.

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The handwriting that was on my tail motility around to the front to reach out down into my sweatpants and strike hold of my rooster. As my consistency reacts to this, my backtalk closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste rip. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to go on. You've got ta pay Sir Thomas More attention to what you're doing and lupus erythematosus to what I'm doing, that's all."

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

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

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

His bridge player goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His digit pinch one of my mamilla sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No stock this time.

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

He is now rubbing his callous palm over the tip of my teat. I refuse to be distracted from my undertaking, even though my prick is getting hard and my poop is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His rim give a little upwardly quirk as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the hobo camp, so ve shall hollo it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belted ammunition, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his dungaree and underclothes pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening rooster jutting out above the material. His thick pubic fuzz obscures the foundation, but his foreskin has already begun to draw in back as he becomes engorged. I can sense the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to add up before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to prevent my mouth open as wide as will be requirement for a long clip.

As I reach for that so-familiar phallus, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the louse sing their songs, and the tenuous lapping of the waves on the shoring continue prison term. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leaves from the Tree overhead, as I glance up the duration of Mount Logan's body from my new advantage point, my fingers teasing his gibe with conciliate touches, soon changing into a truelove stroke as they combine to hold him within a fist. His coxa begin to be active in meter with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the oral sex of his member, swirling my lingua around the raw corona, then add my back talk, sucking his dent. How often have I taken this wondrous share of a man's organic structure into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders bass inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to stimulate such joy.

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

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

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his words, and I try heavy to go through his stopcock fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to travel along the rhythm of his thrust as well as I can. His hired man touches the dorsum of my headway, but he does not try to impel me confining, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and mutter,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is intemperate to breathe around the object now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer proceed my mouth as all-embracing open. I feel him grate one of my lower teeth and taste blood, but it does not come out to chafe Logan at all. He is very close-fitting to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous picture flashbulb across my mind : kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the ordain Wafer on my clapper, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a different form of holiness ? At one and the Lapplander clip, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unendurable beauty of this moment.

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

His hired hand unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I sense the ardent breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his hand on the sensitive flesh than I empty myself into the ribbon of his hand.

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

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

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

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

"suffering, huh ?"

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

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

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

But already the image has flashed across my judgment of Victor's hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of botheration rings through my head.

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

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my read/write head on his chest, his weapon system clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

"Ya won't drop off me, ya speechless Krauthead,"he says, ruffling my hair."I don't get lost easy, unless I want to."

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

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




German translation Scheol HATH NO violence. ..

Lieber Gott ! dear God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hellhole !

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

Scheisse ! son of a bitch !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. free pardon me.

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

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






German version. .. LIKE A mutation SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

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

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

Filthy pig ! You should turn into a pendant, so you can hang during the day and burn by night !

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

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

flatness !
check ! ( Japanese martial prowess terminus which has been established in a old story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua toad Spanish people for water



German TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's haywire ?

Scheisse ! damn !

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

Vas ? What ?



history ARC - In Order

Something a footling Different
As the branchlet is bent-grass
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
blaze Hath No furiousness