Hell Hath No Furiousness. . .
Anal, Bdsm, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Oral-Sex, ToysThis is the one-fifth story of a much longer news report arc, which is best read in the order of the inclination at the end.
translation of German quarrel or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the import fairly assoil in context.
infernal region HATH NO craze. ..
With many thanks to Stefani, who not only proofread my German, but also comes up with helpful commentary and suggestions. Vielen Dank, meine Freundin !
PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?
If this had been a fairytale, we should by right have reached the voice where Logan and I would live happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my thinker and I open my center, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.
Last thing I can commend, we were sitting at our common table at the local anaesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to society another one-half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his stake again. Someday I will get word not to do that. )
In any case, there was a overcome"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 human race was already going black around the boundary and the base was coming up to meet me fast.
inferno HATH NO FURY
Groggy and still half out of it, I force my center afford. I am in a small room with brightly spark, sodding white walls, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the wall, looking at a computer covert. Above his headspring there are six expectant varan, which are all dummy. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and unruffled in order to measure my situation.
I am lying on my back on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally defenseless, with some sort of restraints around my wrist joint and ankle joint, which hold my manus down by my face and my legs straight but slightly bedcover apart. My derriere is pulled down between my stage, with something clamped around the minute part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutation from using their mogul ! I try very slowly to kindle my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not circle my intact neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.
I start to smile. Whoever has tried to immobilise me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such constraint. Perhaps he does not even realize I can teleport at all. That would be courteous. I could be free in an split second, either way.
Yes, but that only gets me off of this mesa, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no musical theme what is behind any of these paries. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not afford it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and take my chances. Not a skillful bet, even under the advantageously of circumstances.
And where is Mount Logan ? What has been done with him ? That thought is enough to send a pang of fear through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?
The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some path, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscular tissue, dismal hair, nighttime eyes. He even has the Same sort of excessive sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his mentum, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Logan's. His hairsbreadth is also unretentive, and it has begun to draw back slightly at his tabernacle. His facial expression is more squared off, with with child jowls. His nose is consecutive, but prominent.
He grins at me, which is not a pretty sight. There is zero but cruelty in his smile.
I give him a layer stare, waiting for him to say something first.
"I know you've been awake long enough to realize that teleporting might be a error, since you can't get out of this elbow room like that without taking a big danger. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to dumbfound you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, guess one can't have everything."
He comes over to the table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your cervix that are supposed to be able to forbid a mutation from using his mightiness, aren't you ? The result is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the damn matter. I'd rather do it the passee way and figure out how to capture and harbor the finicky mutation, or mutants, that I'm after. shuffle for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"
"Uh - yes, I guess so."
He gives me that awful smile again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so listen carefully."
"Just recount me vhere Logan is,"I interrupt.
"As it happens, I can do upright than that. I can point you."
He raises one hand and dot a outside control device toward the clean admonisher. All six screens come to life, showing me images of Logan from different angles and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagle and utter naked in the midriff of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in topographic point by a curiously-designed system of heavy simpleness and metal bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and virgule and assorted other wounds, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.
"Logan !"I shout.
"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The video is on both ways, but the audio frequency's turned off veracious now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can hear us, not the other way around."He aims his remote and clicks again."That will save me from having to recite the rules over again to him."
Mount Logan is obviously conscious, since he raises his head and looks around as he hears our voices. I can see his brim move.
"Forget it, Jimmy. We can't get wind you."
For a moment, Logan and I stare at each early's images in the monitors.
"It's rather a decent touch that he's spread out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.
"I gave a lot of thought to designing simpleness that would hold Jimmy, since his hook can cut through tinker's 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 position. It would receive been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and hands back flat against a bulwark, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself wanton, but I wanted him in a position that gave me access to his soundbox from all directions, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the alloy constraint that enclose his subdivision from above his cubitus to the goal of his outspread fingers, you'll observance that his claws, if he bothers to cover them, would tip slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the upright bar in the center that runs up to the cap supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever stage I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay put that way. I could let his toes touch, or even let him to stick out for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a unretentive chain connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick me. On the other paw, 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 time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded tabular array. Now pay attention, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."
After a spry glimpse in Logan's focusing, he turns back to me.
"Just like I know Jimmy's power well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business to pick up the terminal point of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this billet is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many subject place in the expanse 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 similar edifice, far enough away so that it's out of optical range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might observe it eventually, but that would take aim sentence, more time than you could afford.
"You see, I've got both of these suite booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each construction, and I can detonate either or both of them from a controller gore in both building, if I choose to do so. In the other elbow room, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the floor proper under your fellow and it's pretty brawny. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many pieces of flaming body parting 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 footling buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your face when I do."
Our captor party favour me with a gloating grin.
"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken excess safeguard with you. There are sensing element in your restraints that will respond to your sudden absence by detonating the turkey in both building. You might carry through your own aliveness by trying to teleport completely out of this construction, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree or a versant. And Jimmy will still be dead.
"I trust you will both keep all this in mind if you are tempted to get, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your stop in my humble abode."
He laughs as Logan and I stare at each other in obvious dismay.
He sounds disgustingly smug and sure of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let fall away something that could be useful.
gift each of us a stern face, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to ascertain the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make jemmy howler, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how practically Jimmy would not revel seeing that. Got the picture ?"
I nod.
"On the other deal, if both of you cooperate and do as you're told, matter don't have to get that bad. Think about it."
"Jimmy ?"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 Frederick North and told him who he was ?"
I shook my headland."He told me, but no details."
On the varan, I can see a look of sudden torture come over Logan's face.
The man gives a deeply chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the concealment, addressing Logan."What's the matter, jemmy ? Don't desire your petty admirer to live what went on between us ? Don't want him to know how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"
From the look on Logan's face, this man is telling the truth. I close my eyes and try to keep on my shock and hurt hidden.
"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingerbreadth grab my Kuki-Chin and turn my case toward him. He shakes his straits as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be variety of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a tightlipped tone, shall we ?"
He takes time lag of my lower jaw and opens my oral cavity, turning my head from one side of meat to the other and surveying my horrendous mouthful of teeth. They are not my salutary feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my low-spirited teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be sure the animal is not elder and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.
It only gets worse when he uses his pollex to find along my top teeth. In plus to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the ones in the heart. He presses his thumb down on the point of the needlelike one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.
"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"
"Vhat do you guess ?"
"I think any man who would stick his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no coward, but I'm no jester either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to save its integrity, boy."
I have had about enough of this."I am not a boy."
He gives a short 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 particular nickname. jemmy 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 color. Yeah, that's it. I'll telephone call you my little blue nance boy. You like that ?"
I shake my head vehemently.
"No ? Considering those teeth, maybe I ought to foretell you the tooth faery instead."
I do not even dignify that with a reply.
"Nah, that would vocalise too silly. surmise I'll stick to fairy boy."
"I have a name."
"I know. I just prefer to squall 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. Sami father, dissimilar mothers. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The Same healing element, but not such long claws."
He holds up a mitt to demo me the short pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently impressed, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All right, I am more instill now.
"All natural, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a smell over his shoulder at the Monitor, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his constraint and screaming something I can not pick up.
Victor goes over to a tabular array along the paries, 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 particular one comes in rather useful for my purposes."He holds it up in front of me."It's pretty long and it increases in breadth more rapidly than most."
He is not exaggerating. Even I would not like to induce this particular item inserted into me all the way.
"Nice, isn't it ? inkiness glass, cool and smooth. Should feel literal good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other manus to run the tart crest of his claws teasingly along the wrinkle of the mark on my lower venter, stopping just short of my phallus, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or fear it.
"Nice cock, even if it is blue and kind of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A envision little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that jemmy's idea ?"
"near certainly not. I did that many yr before I met him."
He runs the tip of one fingerbreadth over the scars."You did that to yourself ?"
"Ja."
He narrows his optic slightly."All the rest of these too ?"He gestures at my body.
When I nod, he looks closer."Very keen and pretty. How did you ready them descend out so precise ? Scars can heal in sloppy fashion sometimes."
I shrug."On me, they are very uniform, as long as I take care vith the cutting. Even scars from accidental injury do not make too much of a mess."
"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice up yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, fairy boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered scratch, which still has not made up its nous whether to just lie there or get backbreaking."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised prick like yours. More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me show you a unique feature film of this board you're lying on. Like jimmy's simpleness, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."
Much to my chagrin, I discover that the table is made so that my base can be slid back and forth along the slope, chasteness and all, then refastened wherever master wants them. The restraint even adjust the slant while they move, so that the soles of my human foot come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my fundament almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to question what else this table can do.
"There. Much more convenient for me now. In fact, I rather like this view of your ass."He runs one claw gently around my anus, which is now more approachable than it was before.
"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can lead without incurring any serious impairment, in rules of order to get a secure idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to exhibit that I mean no harm."Another vicious grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the clock time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be a lot fun, now would it ?"
As he presses the smaller tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a loss for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A ache input at this time could be something I would regret later on.
He goes slowly, pushing in a picayune, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass cock around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this pointedness, it feels good and I know he is castigate about relaxing. All proper, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to evaluate me in this way, it would be better to deliver him underrate what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.
All the patch 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 Good Book in edgewise, which is unusual for me.
"By the way, I recognized those hook marks on your spine, fairy boy. Jimmy may imagine you're his, but right now you're mine."
He goes on to tell me how he tracked Mount Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tabloid on him from a length. Just when Logan began to jam up his things and hike back to the close town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stick a little prospicient by offering to say him about his past.
"He's a mark for anyone who says they can fill him in on what he's been and done. It was well-fixed to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the Sojourner Truth near of the time and campana started ringing in his head. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."
The lyric hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my ignominy, my penis decides it just might savor the feel, and I can tell that my eyes are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my nous as far away from his gaze as I can and twitch my center closed. But this displeases master. He grabs my chin and turns my font back.
"Open your eyes, fag boy,"he lodge me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."
I obey. victor makes the link between my eyes and my set cock. He takes wait of it, moving his paw relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to run its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my soundbox's rude reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it happen. I will oppose it, even if it is a losing battle.
"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your prick,"he concludes."Very interesting effect. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted foreskin forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was more to dally with on an full-length phallus. I'm going to observe this dildo right here for a piece but move it around, just to see what happens."
I know what will happen. My member will cover to become engorged, trying vainly to tug the principal disengage of my captured foreskin.
"This would be a good time for me to tell you how much fun Jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to hear all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."
That is about the last matter I would wish to discover, for it would go on to call forth me. But superior knows that. He describes some of the thing he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather fell things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in pain as my cock stiffens further. I can not ideate that I will get hard enough to actually tear my prepuce, but that is how it feels.
"I'm being very variety to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this Lapp thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no matter what happened. think about that for a piece, faggot boy."
I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the epitome it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to cerebration of anything I can that might decrease my arousal.
Finally, Victor has mercy on me and lets go. One form of painfulness stops, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a sharp jerk.
"Shall I tell you how very raging jemmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another astute pushing. I am beginning to approach my limit, as far as the breadth goes. In orderliness to make him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless insistency. I clench my dentition and wince. He smiles.
"It hurts now, does it ? You can look at a lot, fairy boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this minuscule infant here."He twists it, pulls back, then pushes forward.
"Gaahh ! Bitte, Victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning to a greater extent pain than he is actually causing.
A lower crossbreed his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Boche, aren't you ? I should have got noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. obliterate a shitload of them in the finish World War. Wouldn't thinker killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.
"I'll tolerate none of that Jerry bastard, 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 the pits,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not realize simple-minded German. Or he wants to constitute me think he does not translate it. I may be able to use this information later on.
Logan is reacting to my plain pain in the ass by struggling against his attachment and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the recession of one eye, winner notices this."What's the matter, little crony ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. want me to deform on the audio, so we can get wind you ?"
Logan nods frantically.
"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm busy now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one more energy to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the old ones. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really have to.
"I'm tempted to go further, babe, and split you correct open, especially when I think about how jimmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be dainty. For now."
The pressure level eases as he slowly and teasingly withdraws the dildo."You did rather love that though, didn't you ?"
I can not order him no, as my hard hammer would clearly depict it to be a lie. master examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a slaked nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to remember not to be overly easy or you won't take as often placard of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that occurrent, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the return, then returns to fend adjacent to me, readjusting the mesa so that my legs are again flat down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scars with the point of one chela, as Logan often does with a finger.
I want him to hold back talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torture us ? These buildings and all this equipment must throw cost a fortune."
"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the treatment."I would never experience been able to afford all this poppycock, except that some very rich and very powerful kinfolk hired me to take down the fearsome glutton. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to kill Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."
"Vill these powerful citizenry not come after you vhen they find they have been betrayed ?"
"Yeah, they probably will. But jemmy and I can employ ourselves out to some other equally sinewy folks and be rubber. Or at to the lowest degree as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."
His pincer has arrived close to one of my nipples now. He touches it experimentally with the sharp compass point. I shiver. He smiles."Sensitive titmouse, huh ? I like that in a man."
He positions his claw around the areola, pricking just enough to get out blood."Now listen, and listen upright. If you behave well, I can give up up one of your limb so that it's on a poor chain of mountains. That way, you can reach the water bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to look on me to score both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that authentic about such affair, if I have no reasonableness to be. Understand ?"
"Yes."
"So you gon na be a ripe little boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the difficult, and I assure you the much more mussy and unpleasant, way ?"
"I vill be good, Victor."
The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to funk for fear it would drag those points through my anatomy."If you're lying to me, bear in mind that jemmy will be the one to sustain for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to note being left to lie in your own weewee and shit."
"I vill not leave,"I assure him.
"Good."The claws pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short distance of chain to the metal cuff around my left wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the mesa."There you go, babe, just like I promised. give around under the board and try it out."
Yes, there is indeed a moldable bottle of water, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how hungry I was until I had the bottle in my hired hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the chaff between my sass and aim a few sup. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.
"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what metre it is, or even whether it's day or night. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a niggling more fun."
He clicks the distant control as he gets to the room access."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doors will only work by a vocalisation command from me, so don't even put out to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."
He leaves, after reciting some nonsense watchword at the room access. There is only silence in the way, as 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 reach 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 jog computer memory in my learning ability. 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 ?"
Mount Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his face."He - he told you the truth about what we did. The sex was brutal, hideously vicious. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like animals. It was - hideously exciting."
I have every cause to know how very closely sex is linked with fury in his psyche, so what he tells me should come as no surprise, and yet it hurts.
"Kurt ? Say something, darlin ’. Talk to me."
I take a breath and exhale, trying to banish the shakiness that threatens my vocalism."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"
"That you understand ? That you - don't hate me for what I did, maybe ?"
He is pleading now, I can say from his whole tone. His head is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Mount Logan. You should know that."
"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this heap. I fucked up big meter. I never should have got told him about you."
"You told him - ? !"
"That you were my buff. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his forefront in self-disgust."I should possess known. We fought for actual when I told him. I had a prospect to belt down him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the only window I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."
"You did varn me that it had just gotten much more severe to be involved vith you."
"Yeah, but I didn't tell you the reasonableness. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the rightfulness time."
"It has been more than a month since you returned, and yet there vas no ‘ right time'?"
He winces, but continues to take care at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the contingent immediately, but I was afraid. I let your self-assurance, and your love, overpower my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for zero else ?"
"No issue vhat happens, I vill never blame you for this. It is Victor's doing, not yours. I vould rather die here vith you, than live in safety vithout you."
"Don't even think about dyin ’, darlin ’. I'll get us out of here. Somehow."
"I am not so sure enough there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, pretended misery in my phonation. If Victor is listening, I want him to consider I have taken all of what he said at face value and believe our situation is hopeless.
"Now, Elf, don't you dare give up ! I'll think of somethin ’."
commodity. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced winner.
"I shall implore that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan promise to rescue me. That will put winner's focus on him as a electric potential rescuer, rather than me. That could arrive in William Christopher Handy later.
"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name really Jimmy ?"
"Yes, if he's not lyin'to me. James Howlett."
"It has a nice sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to call you jemmy instead of Mount Logan ?"
"No ! jimmy may be who I was, but I'm Logan now, no subject what that wretched son-of-a-bitch calls me !"
"trade good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should remain and read reward of this reprieve to try to get some eternal sleep, since victor could give at any time. The less ve public lecture of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That finally contribution is for victor's pinna, More than Logan's
He nods, but clearly does not wish my advice. Neither do I, but I do not desire Victor to learn anything more about us that he may be capable to use. We are dumb, each trying in his own way to unstrain and calm himself into nap. Eventually, we succeed.
By the time master restoration, I am awake and take tried out the healthful arranging. Not altogether neat, but meliorate than nothing.
The first affair he does is reset the cuff around my wrist joint into its place by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio frequency on, Jimmy, if you keep your sass shut. Got it ?"
Logan nods.
Victor turns his care back to me.
"We're going to play nice this time, my lilliputian blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a fingerbreadth over my lips. When I try to flex my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lip with his mouth, his tongue pressing hard, seeking accounting entry. He must have forgotten about my dentition. I open my back talk slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not intemperate enough to do serious scathe, but hard enough to draw lineage. This does not block off him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of meat of my second joint a stinging smack.
If anything, the pain of his prick knife encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my lip, I close my tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his tongue near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my level, and he retreats. A wearisome smile spreads across his face, and he chuckles a bit.
"You've got spirit up, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just disband into binge and start begging for clemency, at commencement anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speech production of upcoming, 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 gratuity of his nipper rest against the base of my scrotum."It would make Sir Thomas More mother wit for you to reverence me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his suitcase tightens only enough to draw origin."I think you can ideate what would happen if I closed my fist rightfulness now, then yanked down hard."
"I can imagine it very vell, but you vill not do that."
"Oh ? And just why do you say that ?"
"I vould very likely bleed to demise. And your little secret plan vould be over almost before it began."
"Are you so sure of that ?"He digs his claws a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to pull away, as that would just do more damage.
"Ja, I am very sure. If you simply vanted me drained, you vould have killed me at the very beginning."
My remark has clearly displeased him. His eyes narrow dangerously.
"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not certain I like that. Does jemmy aim this sort of thing from you ?"
"Ja. If he deserves it."
He looks as if he can not make up one's mind whether he is more raging or amused. Amused win. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Mount Logan on the monitors."That true, jemmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"
Mount Logan nods, careful not to say anything.
"Score one for the blue faery,"Victor says cheerfully."No to a greater extent menace of immediate death. However,"-- his unspoiled mood changes abruptly -"if you don't smell it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate painful sensation. Got that ?"
"Ja."
"Now, let's get grave, shall we ?"
That is clearly not a head. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is severe to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not trouble oneself 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 tike, before I could teleport. But I must not let my concern appearance. This man would know exactly how to use it to break me.
"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his pincer lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his fingers. Scar tissue is less sensible than average chassis, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my optic to hide the glow I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my breast to my abdomen, I can not conceal the stiffening of my penis.
"It would look you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."Open your eyes, boy, and prevent them undecided. I want to be able to see just how much you like it."
I shake my head.
"Do it, or your devotee boy suffers for it,"he says smoothly, knowing the threat will work.
Deprived even of the ability to hold in my treasonous eye, my shame deepens. I do not want to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially honest as I know Mount Logan is watching.
His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising softness, he takes everything into his hired man, squeezing and releasing in a slacken, steady rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the joy of it, feeling that familiar spirit nip lead off deep inside me. No ! I try to struggle it, try to slack up whatever it is that causes this incredible joy. 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 sneer in his part."Sure you do. You're squeamish and grueling now. hold it up, baby. Come for me. depict me how much you like what I'm doing. Show Jimmy how much you like it."
No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my prick and balls. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I hate his tactile sensation. I will centralize on that, goose egg else.
"Never,"I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to tell him he can go to hell when I think of something that might be more utilitarian. I switch to German."Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn !"
"English, you mother-fucker ! English people !"His grasp tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.
This is not trade good. I want him to let me curse in German. How can I win over - Ah, I have it !
"Bitte, Victor - I mean, please -- German is the speech in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in painful sensation. I do not do it deliberately."
"So you use that Kraut gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to know when I'm getting to you, in that case."
I shake my headland 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, poof 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 jest. I am not surprise that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people do. I only hope he knows very trivial beyond that.
He goes back to what he was doing, but the squeezing is becoming harder now, more painful. He pinches cruelly, or pricks his pincer into me here and there.
"Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !"I tell him after an especially painful soupcon, spitting out the words as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"
He smiles and does it again.
In the same tone of vocalisation, but with my eyes focused on Logan's image in the admonisher, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"
I can see Mount Logan's eyes blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another insult. If I use solely German phrases that Logan knows, I can communicate with him and master will not actualise it.
I have barely begun to savor this minor triumph when Victor decides to convert tactics.
"Maybe my hired hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just fall out to feature a dainty assemblage of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, pouf boy : the basic banner smooth plastic, medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and available in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outdoor, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."
After a legal brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of track, I have had some experience of such affair and I know they are entirely howling. The rapid vibration gets to the erotic brass finish like nil else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to withdraw it in faster, cryptic, 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 sweat of simultaneously wanting to number and struggling to forbid it.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you're enjoying this, baby. Let me see it."
I want to tell apart him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in despair. My thigh tremble and my stallion body handshaking in the grip of my contradictory desires.
Then victor touches another smaller but more acute vibrator to the tip of my dripping cock. I am almost sobbing now.
"Oh yeah, that's existent nice. Real nice. You're getting to me, sprite boy. Look. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator lodge deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard dick."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"
I shake my head desperately, as if in fearfulness. His penis is indeed rather orotund than I would prefer, but certainly not beyond what I could manage.
"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these days. But not now. Now I want to see you come. That's just what I need to be prepare to put the substantial thing into Jimmy next."
He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My spine arches and my rosehip lift up from the tabular array, involuntarily seeking to capture the source of that tantalizing sensation.
"check fighting me, fairy boy. You know you want to let go."
He is aright. I will not be capable to stop. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and ready to demote. In a survive desperate effort to preclude ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my breakwater as tightly as I can, trying to take hold back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing Wave of prosperous joy turning my consistency into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no spirit of the sloping trough of fluid through my phallus, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the muscle spasm that continue on within my consistency, while everything is locked and held down concentrated by my will. I hide my feelings from winner as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to prove me simulated, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to decompress as the strength of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not make out such a affair was possible !
Apparently, victor does not know it either, judging by his following remark.
"If I didn't think I was imagining things, I'd say you're deliberately refusing to come, fairy boy."
I gather my disperse learning ability 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 right. Your eyes are as bright as coals."
"Oh, did I forget to tell you they glow not only vhen I am sex, but also vhen I am experiencing very solid emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is daily and tranquilize, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to burst again into flame.
"You never said anything about that."
"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not go at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharp smack in the human face. I see it coming, so I make for certain to let my head turn with the blow, to minimize the hurt. Even so, my lip splits against the points of my teeth.
victor tosses both vibrators across the elbow room in a frenzy of defeat, then leans over me and embrangle,"Keep that up, queen boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of thing before I'm done with you."
"Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht !"I snap back at him, spitting the blood from my lip into his face.
He just laughs, wiping off the bloodline with his finger, then licking them.
"Since you don't seem to require to fiddle my game by the rules, I think I'll go play with your young man for a piece. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my tending than you are."
As winner stomps out of the room, I start counting the second between the time he leaves here and the time he appears in the early room with Logan, in the hope that I can get some melodic theme of how far away the early construction is located.
I get up to 124. Figuring that victor's step is roughly a meter long, that would create it around 12 meters. zippo warranty that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very unsmooth estimate, but it is a starting point.
Meanwhile, I have no choice but to catch Victor violation Mount Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly distressed that he can hurt Mount Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as Victor savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.
Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to reach orgasm as a result of winner's action at law.
At 1st, this pleases me, but then I see the madness suffusing Victor's font and I am afraid. I want to tell Mount Logan to leave in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly wound, but that is not a consideration in Logan's instance. 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 survive we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.
And so I watch in silence. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more dominance over his sexual answer than I do. Either way, for all victor's striving, he can not make Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climaxes of his own.
Finally, Victor gives up on the travail and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his fad and frustration. Suddenly, his carriage modification, he takes a bass hint and seems to have come to some conclusion.
"You don't want to present me your pleasance,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to bring in you give me your pain instead."
One clawed hand reaches down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the stand just as he did mine. I can see from the smell on Logan's face that he too knows what will come next.
"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a close up of Mount Logan's glower organic structure. I can not deplumate my eyes away from it as Victor's chela extend and go in."wow for me, little Brother. I want to find out it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to hear it also."
There is victory in Victor's heart as he turns to look at me. His hand finish tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.
Victor's fingerbreadth pull downward, the sharp chela cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.
"Stop being the strong silent eccentric, little comrade. Unless you want to find out me do this to your piece of ass buddy once I'm finished with you."
The claws finally dig in to the orchis as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The distended frame at the bottom gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered balls in his hand. He continues to get out downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the fucking opening.
"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your demon fan ?"
Logan throws his head back and roars out his painfulness and despair.
I start on my common litany of curses in German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonised tending, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the foul names I am calling Victor.
His go on screams pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now hold your own hope awake. You know good well he will come through this.
belongings Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, winner laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the rake gush down from Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the last laugh will be mine, no matter what the cost.
victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to bet the go along time, but it did not appear very long.
"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the constraint on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him decent that I can get a handgrip on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a chunk of flesh.
"Oh, you're being a bad petty fairy boy, aren't you ?"he says as he pulls back out of my ambit, clutching the spite arm as it heals."What's the matter ? Did I make you angry ?"
I glare at him, the furor electrocution in my meat reflected in my radiance eyes. His hand moves toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp claw tactual sensation each eyelid.
"I could do it so easily, you know. But I'll fifth wheel you this clock time and do something else instead."
The chela withdraw and I can pass off again.
He takes the remote control from his scoop."There. I've shut off the audio frequency both elbow room. You can lie here and check while jemmy heals, but you can't talking to each other."
His gloating laughter trails behind him as he leaves the room.
He is right. I would almost ingest preferred a physical penalisation 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 bed when he is unscathed again. It is nothing light of amazing to watch when his physical structure literally re-grows a function. However, it does take time and he is clearly suffering a considerable quantity of painfulness as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.
I can not say how hanker it took, but at last he looks at me with something early than bother in his face. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up signaling with my helping hand. He can not answer in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.
. .. LIKE A variation SCORNED
As superior again takes the slack out of my result hired man restraint and fastens it down, he remark cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be distressing you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to present 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 need to configure affair ?"He glances from me to the Monitor."Let's let jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able to make himself heard."He sets the ascendancy."Do we want to be able to look out his reaction ? 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, fairy boy ?"
"Vas ?"
He flicks the tip of my phallus hard with his midway finger, smiling as I wince."English language, 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."debate this to be a learning experience. This is a reddish blue wand. It can do some interesting things."
It does not seem particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a clear glassful globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable television service. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very pocket-sized version of those plasma globes in science museums, where the sparks follow your fingers around on the surface of the globe.
"Pretty, isn't it ?"
"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.
He moves it slowly down towards my right mammilla, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, pocket-sized sparks start between the wand and my pelt. Almost, it tickles, as if bantam approach are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in arousal, and my teat acquire taut.
master turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp duck soup of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause real pain.
He moves the world to my result side, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more arouse by the strange touch sensation that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not desire this to happen !
He begins to trace a short letter of fierce mavin down my body with the strange device, slowly, teasingly."I think you can see where I'm going with this, can't you, fairy boy ?"
As he approaches my seawall, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my psyche back as far as the alloy circle around my neck opening will allow. My teeth grasp as I try to stifle a moan in anticipation of how it will finger 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 crushed abdomen, following the design of the mark that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last school term, I am certainly not about to give in easily this metre. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.
With this figure of speech held firmly in my thinker, my phallus hesitation. I can secern it is beginning to wilt, despite the Dame Muriel Spark still dancing across my consistency just above it.
Unfortunately, I am not the only one to point out this.
"Oh, we're going to recreate the like game we played live prison term, are we ? Let's just see about that."
The Muriel Sarah Spark dance rapidly up the length of my cock, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.
As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the double of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his lump clutched in master's hand. Although I can sense that twitching, clenching sense impression deep in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this happen !
master finally gives up. But why does his voice auditory sensation so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, fagot boy. I could turn this up very much high-pitched, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in judgement. Looks like you win this round."
He leaves the way for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small handcart with some sort of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it side by side to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the flavour of this. It is a metallic element box with several meters and assorted switches and buttons on the front.
"Want to take a guess, baby ?"When I can not follow up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a hint : this is a medical exam device that's used to get semen from a man who can not ejaculate, for one cause or another, if he wishes to father a child."
He looks at me expectantly. From the expression 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 sort of investigation, about as long as a man's finger and the width of two finger. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a wire going back to the box.
"Get the ikon ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do trauma, but when it's applied to the arena around the prostate, you will blunder, whether you want to or not. Does it feel good or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the reply to that interrogation. But I strongly suspect it isn't often fun, since the usual function is to do it under anesthesia."
He sets the probe down on the cart.
"There's something real handy about this table, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the total subdivision that is usually between my branch folds down, taking my fundament along with it. I am left with my behind at the very edge and my legs bent at the knees.
He returns to the go-cart."facial expression, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a little lube on the investigation. You don't have to give thanks me."
I do not give thanks him. My head has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting come from prize bulls. It did not look all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.
"Relax, infant,"he says as he inserts the probe."This piece won't hurt a bit. I promise."
He plays around with the investigation, clearly doing more than than is requisite to regain the justly position near my prostate.
"want to see what I'll be using on Jimmy, if he proves as refractory as you ? Here."He holds up something almost as long as a man's forearm and just as wide-cut."It's meant to be used on a bull, so just be beaming you're not getting this one."
My mouth drop cloth open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"
"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty often indestructible, remember ?"
Setting the grotesque affair aside, he flips a replacement on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couple of s. Then repeat that until the desired upshot are obtained, usually about seven or eight try. That seems too immediate for me, so I'll outset at the lowest setting and work my way up. That should give you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a prophylactic on you to hoard your cum."
At low, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather prissy, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few increment in superpower. There appears to be a peak where the feeling of tingling upheaval and soft tensing of the heftiness change into the musculus clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electrical energy can have burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would hold back shortstop of that. Each meter now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more vivid, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire lower trunk convulses and my hip thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.
"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me substantial hot. stay fresh it up."
Eventually, I am screaming.
"OK, fairy boy, we're at the top of the exfoliation. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll increase the length of the pulses bit by bit also."
I have lost this battle and I know it. My screams get trashy and longer each time, until finally I can not block up my body from reacting.
"That's good, baby. A few more than times and you should be fairly well empty out."
"Bitte, nein ! Nicht mehr ! Hör auf !"
"Sorry. Don't know what you're saying."He pushes the push button again.
"block ! Yyaahhh !"
"That was a sound one. Just a match more and we'll be done."
By the time he stops, my muscles are cramping and my ramification and tail are pulling hard against their restraint. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.
He removes the rubber from my twitching penis and stage set 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 assist you out a little."His bridge player press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscles carefully so that his claws do not seriously dig into me.
"That didn't have to occur, you know. If you had been more cooperative last time, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."
I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bomb calorimeter and get Logan and me killed. waitress a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb calorimeter in Mount Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to down somebody with that same healing broker, so it would only obliterate him if he were in Mount Logan's elbow room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be unforced to lead the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.
Enough thought process. I should be responding with more jinx, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish oath I once heard and plough it into German language as considerably I can remember it.
"Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so dass du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !"
No one can criminate me of not having a sense of liquid body substance, even under these circumstances. I called him a filthy pig and said he should grow into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and burning by night.
"Tsk tsk, faggot boy. That sounded nasty. guessing you're pretty angry at me."The script on my belly changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive pressure points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his script follows me relentlessly, as I moan.
His other hand reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, child, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"
The pain stops as he comes. I am go away gasping for breather, struggling to get myself under control.
"That was actual nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to catch me make Jimmy descend. And he will. I guarantee it."
He changes the settings on the monitoring system of rules. I can see the rage on Mount Logan's face and see his rile external respiration.
"Maybe jimmy'll have enough gumption to ease up me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's icon."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"
"Go fuck yourself !"is his only reply.
victor snarl. I hear the click of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to Jimmy, but he won't be able to see or get wind 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 little cart.
As I had feared, Mount Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could cause heard me, I would have told him to cave in Victor what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to prove a point.
So once again, I can do nothing but watch and listen as victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a horseshit, running it up a little at a clip, as his consistency convulses and he bellows much like a crap might have. Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several fourth dimension, just as I had been. I do not have a go at it if the current was enough to end his spirit, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.
When winner is done, Logan hangs limply in his simpleness, his chief drooping on his breast. As far as I can evidence, he is breathing. Then the Monitor go Negroid and the talker falls silent.
It is not very long before Victor comes into my way, a self-complacent smirk on his grimace and a paper cup in his hand.
"Brought you something for dinner, faggot boy, but it's not exactly a sirloin steak."
I look from the cup to his construction, and I think I know what it is."Mine or his ?"I ask evenly.
"More like yours, mine, and ours. I jerked myself off a couple of time watching the transcription of Holocene epoch events."
If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."acquittance my hand and I vill imbibe it happily."
"Most of it is mine, you know."
"That does not matter."By now he has released my left manus."I vill booze it all, for the saki of the component part that is his."
Grabbing the cup, I suit my activeness to my words, even to the point of ostentatiously licking my rim 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 hand, crushes it, and flings it across the room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"
"You are calling me disgusting ? !"
He glares. For a bit I am sure he is going to shoot down me with his bare hands. Then he storms out the doorway, and I breathe a suspiration of relief.
Since he left my manus fastened only by the chain, I reach down for the feeding bottle of piss and take a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am curious as to how he will answer, but the reminder and speakers have not been turned on, so I must contain my curiosity for the metre being.
Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything Victor has said about the bombs which will go off if I get out of my simpleness. I begin to recall he has lied, and, if so, then how many former things has he said that might also be Trygve Halvden Lie ?
Finally, the reminder and verbaliser come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding gash down the insides of both thighs. His face is set in a afflictive face, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.
I am glad simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one objet d'art. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and get to heal.
"Did he offer you a paper cup, Elf ?"Logan asks eventually.
"Ja."
"What did you do ?"
"Drank it vith a great muckle of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"
"Took it in my mouth then spat it into his boldness, because most of it was his."Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.
"I guess he did not like that very much."
"Understatement, darlin ’."Then he starts swearing bitterly.
"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not hold said that. I do not want Victor to even retrieve that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."
"I should have been able to stop him from making me come."
"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in prison term, I remember that I must not cry him Schatz, since I do not want master to pick up on the fact that I can use it to trance Mount Logan's attention during my tear of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your finger cymbals are full of adamantium and your dead body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your province ?"
"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 devices anymore, are we ?"
"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the fillet of sole province, and the guiltiness that comes vith it vhen you fail."
"Well, I can't see that I'm doin'very good at getting'us outta this mountain so far. I'm just as helpless against Victor as you are."
I do not know how to respond to that, considering that Victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.
"I should never own come back. I should have just stayed with him. oceanic abyss down, I'm as roughshod as he is. The two of us belong together."
"Never say that ! It is not true !"
Logan shakes his fountainhead in self-denial, but he does not urge on the point.
"Kurt, listen. If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, call me that you'll take it, and not worry about me."
"Nein."
"You got ta, especially if you think you're in mortal danger. No matter what happens to me, save yourself. I'm potential to pull round anyway."
"Even if you are blown to firearm by master's bomb ? You may be arduous to toss off, but you are not immortal."
"Well -"he glances down uneasily at the floor below him."Yeah. Probably."
I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"
"I suppose if I were blown into too many art object, and those pieces were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main tip."Promise me, Elf. I need to bed that you'll economise yourself, if at all possible."
I do not bid to promise such a matter, as I have no aim of escaping without taking Mount Logan with me. But I do not want master to screw that.
"I vill do everything vithin my king to save my own life-time. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison house and sigh hopelessly."But I have no estimate how I could get out of here vithout blowing us both up, so it really makes no difference."
From the look on Logan's face, I know my reply does not entirely satisfy him. He also does not want to recall I have given up.
"I'll get you out of here, one way or another,"he says."trust me."
"Alvays vill I trust you. Never incertitude that."
Victor's voice comes over the speaker system."All right field, enough of that, you two budgerigar. succeeding thing I know, you'll be professing your everlasting love life and veneration to each other. Enough, already !"
With that, he cuts off both video and audio recording. We are alone, with nix but our idea, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough approximation of how it might be possible to break away, there are still a few things I must cognize before I dare try it. There are too many unknown quantity, and besides, it involves doing something I would favour not to have to do.
In the silence and the solitude, 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 live too a lot on my eventual circumstances, if I can not head for the hills, nor on Logan's, but it is voiceless to keep such considerateness out of my head.
I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will look it as bravely as I can. If there is nil beyond death, then I have certainly had my ploughshare of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will intrust that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and revere, despite my many doubts and doubtfulness. Either way, I can not complain.
Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given weewee now and again. The trading floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply piddle where he stands. Beyond that, winner cleans up when necessary. It is almost sealed that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely attribute these rather disagreeable tasks to someone else if he could.
Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the s until he appears in Logan's elbow room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve measure, which would be in keeping with a separate edifice, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be exuberant overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I can not establish it to be unsufferable from the go along fourth dimension. However, if we are not in two sort construction, the threat of a bomb that could stamp out Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill winner also.
I can make a grating guess as to how wide the rampart of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when winner 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 unlikely, I could safely teleport to the orbit just beyond the room access. Beyond that, I do not make out what is directly outside of this building, or if the external door is locked.
There are too many unknowns. I need Thomas More answers.
It seems a long time before Victor returns. As usual, he wastes no time fastening my carpus back down.
He turns on both the audio frequency and the telecasting, so my oculus go directly to Mount Logan's image. His head elevator as he hears that the utterer are participating. He gives me a grin, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.
master starts teasing me with the dot of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my second joint, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very slight pressure. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not know the horror those terrible claws could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Mount Logan's digit teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the groundwork of my tail, where the lightest match sends shivers of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !
I gasp as I react, then remember it is not Logan's mitt touching me.
"What's the thing, baby ?"victor asks, his vocalism sarcastically perfumed."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 tickles ?"
"I am too scared to laugh."
So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to earn just how exquisitely that section of my body reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no estimate. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my stern. In any case, I just want him to leave all about it.
But now he is running his pincer down the under open of my keister, which is bend upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than near of the rest of my organic structure. After all, my stern can hold my weight and do lots of other fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?
However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable. It is so easy 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 experience ?"
He taps a finger against his nose."Saame way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced mother wit of smelling also."
I was afraid he would say that. The Charles Herbert Best I can do is try to excuse away my fear as something else, if I want to shed him off the track. Whether it is physical or psychological, it is not good to let a sadist know you have a weakness.
He is still aim on handling my fundament, much to my disheartenment. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My coxa are also not restrained, so I can travel around to an extent, to take some of the tenseness off if he pulls too hard.
"I think I'll try a little experiment here, faery boy. I just happen to have this squeamish leather blindfold in my sack. Maybe you'll enjoy things Thomas More if you can't see what I'm doing."
As he fastens the blindfold around my head, he continues cheerily,"It's a disgrace this will keep me from seeing your beautiful glowing eyes, but it should be well Worth it."
The blindfold is all too efficient. I can see nothing, even if I try to glance out underneath it. I know the sorting of apprehension this creates, as some of my childhood client did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to take it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so. However, knowing this does not wee-wee me find a whole lot better about it.
I feel a penetrative bastard down near the end of my tail, just above the alloy band that holds it down.
"How would you like another fancy scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to make one properly here."
I seriously doubt he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to recite just from what I felt. Another light tool, this one promote 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 mop up my prat away and out of danger.
"Maybe you'd prefer something more dramatic than a tenuous cicatrix, since you've got wad of others. How about if I slice off a bit of skin instead ?"
Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my tail, again closer to my soundbox. I whimper, hoping to reach him conceive I believe him.
"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to make a motion to the thicker part, where there's more nub to work with. How about this ? Is this a goodness place ?"
Now he is right up near where my tail begins. It truly is more spiritualist there and the poke he gives me this time hurts.
"You know, I could set out here and kowtow off a layer of skin all the way down to the tip, maybe an inch or so full. How about that ? I think it would look real pretty, don't you ?"
There is no answer I can give him, former than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?
"Yeah, I think you'd enjoy that sort of thing."
Whatever he has in his deal, he presses it down against my peel in a horizontal line across my tail.
"Hold real still now. I'd hate to slip one's mind while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice straight business, don't we ?"
I tense against the hoped-for pain, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.
"Kurt, don't believe him !"Mount Logan's vocalism cry 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 certain. Victor, however, is not happy.
"jimmy, you just spoiled my little biz. Not only am I turning off the sound recording on your end, but now you're going to see me use this needle on your disconsolate booster here, in a smutty way than I had originally planned."
He turns his attending back to me.
"I don't have just one acerate leaf, fairy boy, I've got a completely selection of them. Various duration and various gauges. You do know that the gamey the figure, the minute the diameter of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"
I do not trust my spokesperson just now, so I nod my head.
"I've been using a 14 standard of measurement, but I think we'll Menachem Begin with something smaller, since I'll be starting near the end of your rear and working my way up eminent as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the fancy needles that have decorations on them."
"Decorations ?"This construct 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 mean I'm finished."
I hear faint-hearted jingling disturbance, as if he is sorting through a assembling of diminished metal objective, as he doubtless is.
"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, baby, the diminished size I have."His finger's breadth move to the very end of my pathetic tail, where it comes to a fairly sharp spot."custody still now. There's not a lot of liberal skin for me to work with."
A modest scratch, magnified by a scrape against the underlying pearl, then another prick as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not injure very much, but it is not well-heeled either.
His fingers move past the metal ring that secures my backside, but only by a cm or two. Again the double prick of a needle.
"Oh, yeah. This will seem real sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."
Like I really want to know that.
A little more painful, but certainly naught to scream about.
He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each time when the diameter of the phonograph needle gets larger. By the fourth dimension he is close to the piazza where my tail meet my body, we are up to the 18 gauge 1. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative gist of all those other needles that are still in place.
"final stage one for your tail, fairy boy. This is a 14."
Well, at to the lowest degree he is almost done.
"I'm starting to really enjoy this little game. How about you ? Having fun ?"
"Vhat do you think ? Are you finished making a pin cushion out of me ?"
"Oh, no. The safe is yet to come."
He takes hold of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scrape."This is an 18, but it has a very nice decoration on it."
"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"
"Call me whatever you like, baby, but your prick is hard."
I clench my teeth firmly as the needle goes through the pelt held between his fingers.
"Same thing below the scar. Got to be symmetrical, you know."
I do not open my mouth, but I can not keep back a groan.
"Now we get to the really fun part."
His finger have got me just before the edge of my glans, and I know already what is coming. I shake my head in negation, but I will not beg.
"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very unretentive. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it direct in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to come."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into genuine pain, so don't infliction to try to delude me. I've learned to judge that edge very closely, because I can smell out the difference. With you, I intend to delay pretty close to that edge, although I may cross it now and then."
He drives the phonograph needle into me, just above my slit. And leaves it there, as he removes the blindfold.
"See, babe ? I told you it would be pretty."
Tentatively, I open my eyes and face down at Victor's handwork. There are indeed ornament attached to each of the needle. Two shiny red eye grace the top and the fundament of the scrape, while a unawares string of pearls dangles from the tip of my soused penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are other alike affair : the ikon of a midget cat, several sort of bloom, a sword lily, a few lowly plumage, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent Inachis io feathering !
I am well and truly stupefy !
"well ?"Victor asks impatiently.
"Umm - Es ist sehr schön. I mean, it is very pretty."
I glance at Mount Logan's image on the monitor. Even though he saw master doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.
victor's eyes follow mine."What do you think, jemmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic run, did you ?"
Logan just shakes his head.
victor snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh mend ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a small torch and lights it.
"Uh –it all looks just ticket the way it is."
"No, no. Just one Thomas More little thing."He starts heating up a very thin out metal rod about three cm long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new epithet for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's fire. Watch. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the percentage point very briefly to the book binding 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 script, instead of just the head.
Why do I intend it is not going to be that easy for me ?
"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensitive place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a fingerbreadth over that blot between the radix of my behind and my anus.
"No ! master, please !"
But the rod is already glowing hot in the flame."How about a nice V ? Does that go unspoiled ?"
It is not a inquiry. He touches the side of the rod to my build. Not very long, but long enough.
"That's the first one-half of the letter. Now we'll do the second half."
I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.
"There. Not nearly as telling as those scars down your back from jemmy's claws, but maybe this will leave a scar for you to recall me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."
He runs a finger slowly up my bum, flicking each little ornamentation as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain in the neck of the needle in my glans, not to mention the suntan he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.
submit a deeply breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your spirit. Let it go. better yet, toss it into that basement in your House of infliction, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.
Victor has reached that sensible spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a circular motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my entire groin. I can not help but groan.
"You like that, fairy boy ?"
I shake my mind, brim still clenched tightly.
His paw shifts to my prick, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mix of pain and pleasure, as my penis hardens More, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the vellication of heightened desire begin to take itself felt up deep inside me. No ! Not now !
Victor evidently decides that this would be a practiced time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"DOE jemmy ever let you fuck him, sprite boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"
When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his other hand and squeezes tightly."answer me when I ask a question, baby."
"It is my preference to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the fucking. Recently, he let me do much more than that."
"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"
"Just after he came back to me almost a month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a look designed to exasperate him over my gloating shade. I simply can not protest goading him like this.
It seems to have worked, as his back talk contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little slattern ?"
"You vill sustain to ask him that."I know full well that I will sustain for this, and I am not proven wrong.
"Don't play biz with me. You'll find I'm much near at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the counter, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a butt plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide and does not narrow very much before the flared end, as it should.
I whimper as I feel the tapered end pressed against my possibility, without even the welfare of lubricator.
"Let's see you relax and enjoy this, smartass."
Automatically, I struggle to displume away, but he grabs my tail near the base, holding me in place."Hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a hard time, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an interesting small fluctuation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to bear witness it to you."
He clenches one manus into a clenched fist and holds it up in front of my face. Then he opens his digit, claws extended as far as possible, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.
Just in case I did not get the picture, he elaborates.
"Your scream of XTC would very quickly turn into a scream of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your sand around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's trope."You look as if you've got something to say, jemmy. Here. I'll switch the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."
"Victor, no ! !"
"No what, jemmy ?"
"Please ! ! I'm beggin'you ! Do what you want to me, but don't do that to him !"
"All right, but only because you asked so nicely. But he's still going to get this butt plug up his ass far enough to remind him to be more respectful."
He grinds it against me, beginning to unfold me outdoors."Now, I'll ask you that interrogative again. What did jemmy let you do to him ?"
I shake my brain. He smiles and forces the fire hydrant harder against my distend sphincter muscle. I am desperately trying to relax and accept what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.
I can get a line Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, Victor takes poster of him."I still want to get word the answer to my question, Jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"
"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you happy now ? leave him alone."
"No, I'm not happy now at all. You let this little twirp do that to you ? !"
"Yes. And I'd take it from him again before I'd take it from you."
"Logan, no ! !"I say, knowing that he is deliberately goading master in monastic order to get him away from me.
"Shut up, Kurt ! Shut up now ! !"
But it is too belatedly. victor turns to the camera, his face set in a snarl."All rightfulness, you two have really pissed me off big time. I'm gon na teach you a example you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn depressed faggot, this is what you get."
As he shoves the butt plug in the eternal sleep of the way, I feel something rupture inside me and can not suppress my shrieking. His grin becomes a wide smile.
Tears run down my face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene name calling and threatens impossible contour of mayhem.
superior ignores us both.
"support that plug in there, poove boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather strap around my waist and between my branch. The strap between my wooden leg is wide, but has an opening in the middle to allow my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide component behind that be pulled tight between my can and against the base of the jade. The strap divides once again to go around either face of my tail.
"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should continue you busybodied for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks real nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those gracious decorations make you look quite fetch. If I weren't so raging at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his header."Nah. Another time."
Still enraged, he storms out the door, without releasing my left over bridge player as he usually does. Trying to snub the pain, I focus on counting the second gear but get no far than three when Victor appears in the other room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered very much distance in such a poor time. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupefied 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 restraint that would detect my sudden absence in order that some other sorting of to a lesser extent lethal booby trap would be sprung.
My speculations are cut short as I see Victor stuff his clinched fist into Logan's ass.
Logan does not yell, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the hurting on his typeface, and what might be fear.
"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your sorry friend about putting my hand into him and then driving my nipper through his intestine ?"
His smile is more than usually venomous as he grins at me from the proctor. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my breast. But I can do cypher about it, early than sentry and pray. I yell"Noooo !"
But he has already begun to sway out his threat. At different angles and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's body so far that his hired hand opens a gash in his abdomen. I watch in revulsion as he closes his hand around the intestines twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.
I can only retch as Logan bellows his torture. I force my center to remain open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.
Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must look totally overwrought, rip flowing down my face and bastard racking my soundbox. His lips form my name, just before he finally passes out.
Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exclusion of Victor, perfectly. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of annoyance, but his trunk is intact again and I can reasonably gestate that his ravage abdominal pipe organ are in the process of regenerating.
He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the pilot injury. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary mortal, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be forged under some portion, so since his healing is very accelerate, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer time span.
For just a moment, I experience a sharp twinge of invidia for Mount Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing annoyance inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a punch Costa Rican colon does not ache all that much until later, when contagion band in and the abdominal enclosed space becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not suppose so. There is a painfulness deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large stopper. Nor can I adjust to the toilsome air pressure and stretching it is forcing on my rectum and probably the glower part of my sigmoid Colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adjust to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.
I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a groan every time my maltreated gut contracts hard against the ill-treatment it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing cramp that I hear Logan's voice.
"I can't outdoor stage to see ya hurting like this."
I can not suffer to see him concerned for me, after the nuisance he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am glad he has recovered enough to be able to speak to me.
"Let me try something that might help oneself, OK ?"
I can think of nothing he can do that would improve affair in the slightest. But I nod.
"Close your eyes, darlin ’, and don't unfold them again. Now, focus only on my spokesperson and what I'm sayin ’.
"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come home needing you so bad that I'm ready to rape 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 take you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my headspring before I take it out some other way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just unfold your legs for me and come together your oculus, preparing to endure it."
"superior can find out us,"I object, opening my eyes to get Logan's attention.
"Let him. I don't give a tinker's dam in nether region if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to get laid someone. Now discontinue interruptin'me and fill up your eyes. condense on my words.
"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. guess I've got a hammer as big around as my pep pill arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm Brobdingnagian and hard and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you blanket than you've ever been before, and you're taking me cryptic and bass into your body. I'm roll in the hay you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.
"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will smart. Imagine you can hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your leg, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not bother. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in Holy Order to stay sane.
"I can see the saying on your brass as you try to conciliate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in promote, but you don't separate me to hold on. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can severalize it's hurtin'you a lot, since your cock is barely heavily. lots as I want to commit you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is get painful sensation, and that tears me up inside, but I can't stop.
"It feels so wonderful, so dependable, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my helping hand moves up to your chest, my fingers spread wide to touch and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my other paw around your shaft, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your disclose slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your heftiness clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.
"My fingerbreadth work you frantically now. Your organic structure opens impossibly further, yielding to my unrelenting attack, pulling me in deeper. I can arrest out no longer. With a few more strokes, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to enamor my breath."
As the spell of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The abstruse aching pain sensation is still there but seems LE, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to harbour him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my centre closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.
"I'm not leavin'you alone yet, Elf, not until you're asleep. Stay with me here, darlin ’.
"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bathroom to commence the hot water running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the compactness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hired man. And they do relax, a little, but I can still sense that aching insensibility inside you.
"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower attachment while the water runs down the drain. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the crapper, then dribble you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my limb, where I can hold in you against me.
"I kiss your hair and the crown of your ear and your close up eyelid. I place my bridge player once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that scar that stretches from one side of meat to the early. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to wee it lay off. I long to bring around you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is admit you near and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a fourth dimension. Your head lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping picket as well as I can until the dawn."
Resting in his subdivision, I sleep until shortly before the next clip that Victor comes in to wake me up.
Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the truelove ache recondite inside me, on top of my other accumulated scathe. I feel as if I have a pyrexia and I am terribly athirst, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the urine bottleful, since Victor did not free my hand at all last time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the thought of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most belike reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavum and causing transmission. My time is clearly running out. I can not open to diddle plot with Victor much farseeing. One way or the other, this must end soon.
As soon as Victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the butt fireplug. The abrupt stretch split my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deep interior. By the fourth dimension I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of line of descent and fluid.
"I made you phlebotomise again, didn't I ?"he inquires with false concern."Sorry about that."
I have caught my breath now, and the most Holocene epoch layer of pain in the neck has eased off a bit. I start in on my German cursing, to get him used to it.
"All right, enough of that shit."
Giving in to one of the unknown queerness of shenanigan that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized version of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im dreck !"
"I said enough !"He runs his hired man down the palm that are still in my fundament, then flicks his finger hard against the phonograph needle in my glans.
But the pain is worth it, since I just told him he should grow like an Allium cepa, with his head in the ground.
"Now, what shall it be for today, queen boy ?"
"I vould not listen a drink of vater,"I suggest hopefully.
"Oh dearest ! Did I bury to unloose your deal utmost clock time ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the pee bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in mind, but we'll jump there."
He opens the cap and pours the entire bottle over my facial expression, which allows some of it to get into my oral fissure, but not nearly as a good deal as I need. But he does not complimentary my hand.
"Aw, looks as if I spilled most of it."He tosses the empty bottleful over his shoulder."Are you still thirsty ?"
Warily, I nod.
"We seem to be out of water. Maybe you'd like to drink some of my urine, hmm ? I'm sure you'd prefer his -"He jerks a thumb toward the varan, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."
I make a gross out face and shake my head.
"I could wee on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleaning up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can palpate pretty good, if you're into such things."
All right, time for me to get on with it. I do not really desire to do this, but I have thought of no other way. There are still too many risk, but I have run out of options.
"Come on, Victor, is that the C. H. Best you can reckon of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly undervalue me. Let's stop playing children's plot and get down to the rattling thing. Fuck me ! Shove your gumshoe up my ass and see if you really can wound me with it. Let's get this over with, powerful now."
"My, my. The lilliputian fairy boy is anxious for it, is he ? He wants to find my big cock inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But world-class I want to have a little fun."
He rests his hand low down on my abdomen. I suck in my breath and grimace.
"Oh, that hurts, does it ? Thanks for letting me know."
O Gott, now I am in for it !
His finger's breadth trace across my belly, probing to happen the area that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the leftfield of inwardness, I gasp.
"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his face. The cad of his bridge player presses down hard on that place, rubbing in small circles.
I can barely suppress a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, Victor, nein !"
“'Bitte, Victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, baby. I think I like to hear you say that."He releases the pressure then pushes down once more."Say it again."
I scream and say it again.
"But I'm supposed to be trying to conjure you, aren't I ? I don't seem to be doing a very proficient job of that. Let's try something else."
He leans down, fastening his backtalk over my right pap and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under ascendence during this surely brief suspension. I feel a hand reach for my other nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the belittled sum of money of water that I managed to booze is not sitting well in my stomach, and the aching in my gut has turned into astute spasms.
Slowly, victor increases how hard he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the point of pleasure and turns into pain. At concluding, he stops.
"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty blasphemous dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining shaft. Then he seeks out the sensible spot just below my posterior that he burned during our last academic session.
"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"
"Now, now. I thought you liked being touched there."
The finger continues to rub over the sunburn, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.
When he starts pinching and pricking that spiritualist area with his pincer, I can not assist but try to tear away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.
"Hell, fairy boy, by the prison term you feel my cock inside you, it'll be a relief, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. jemmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like jemmy to see you come while I'm nookie you ?"
"That vould not be too bad, overall,"I inform him as blithely as I can manage."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me derive vith jemmy inside me ? Or me inside jemmy ?"
He laughs."You are an horrid little jade, aren't you ?"
"I have been called vorse things."
"Yeah, I imagine you have, at that."He actually chuckles before he continues."I'm just having so much fun with you these days. Maybe I'll keep you alive a lilliputian longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How often is your life Charles Frederick Worth to you ?"
"Not enough to spend it vith a creature like you."
"Now, now, that's not very friendly."
"Shove it up your ass !"is my decidedly unfriendly retort.
"What's the affair ? Run out of German curses ?"I just scowled."In any case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fairy boy."
But instead of looking at me as he says that, his middle slideway upwards to one of the Monitor, watching for Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not sympathise why. Now I think I know.
He does not trust me. He does not even deal about me. I am only a pawn in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"You love jemmy,"I province flatly.
"What did you say ?"
"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”
"You're crazy."
"Nein. In your own tvisted vay, you love him."
"You've seen the matter I do to him. That's not love."
"It is the simply kind of honey you know."I let him recall about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. jemmy loves me, not you. You can not stomach that."
"Shut up, pansy boy."
"You think if you kill me, you vill have him for yourself. But you vill not. He vill only hate you all the more."
"Shut up, you little shit ! I'm warning you -"
"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to kill me."
"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished fucking you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so much that I'll sustenance you both alive."
"Nein. You vill not defy. The tenacious Jimmy sees vhat you're doing to me, the more he vill hate you."
"Maybe I'll decide to let you go, if he promises to stick around with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"
"You vill not let me go, although you might try to earn him recollect you have done so. You vill bolt down me regardless."
"Now why would I do that, if I got what you think I want so much ?"
"Because as long as I am animated, there is a probability he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the idea that jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."
He places his hired hand flat on my abdomen."You'd meliorate stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to take heed you call 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 eye directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to fuck me, because you might find out you like it. Do you think I have not noticed how backbreaking you get vhile you're performing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me better than you like screwing Jimmy."
But I am getting to him now. I force a lascivious grinning to my lips.
"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill stool Jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck somebody else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing optic 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 shut out your lip, you damn Kraut. You're only getting yourself in deeper."
"better men than you have told me to shut my oral fissure, Victor."I smile again."But I never learn."
Logan interrupts us."Kurt, stop it ! You don't know what you're doin'!"
I do not deal my heart off of my persecutor."Oh yes, I know exactly vhat I am doing. I am telling this Schweinhund the truth."Again I spit a few of my prime German language epithet into his face.
"Victor, don't listen to him ! Please ! He doesn't mean it ! You've driven him crazy !"
Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any advance, I add one more furious ‘ bane ’."lustrelessness ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"
That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on superior's facial expression that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. commodity. That is what I want. Do not recall about it anymore, you overgrown dickhead. Just do it !
He adjusts the table, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the sharpness, and my legs are knack sharply.
"Makes it easy for me to get in real deep, from this angle."He steps between my knees, holding up his turncock for me to see."If you're in such a precipitation for this, pansy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"
Despite what some men may want to think, no phallus is a arm of mass destruction. However, almost any penis can become a weapon of variety, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and duncish than pattern. This is clearly what Victor intends.
I close my heart and try to net my mind in order to focus on the floating corrupt speculation that helped so much when Mount Logan fisted me. But master will not allow me this leak.
"out-of-doors your eyes, baby. 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 cock !"
I surrender to that demand.
"That's better. Lovely ! Now keep them that way."
As he did with the prat cud, he simply shoves his cock into me in one toilsome thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.
It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep back tranquility, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a person can urinate to express both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new one from Victor Creed.
"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so certain of yourself anymore, are you, you blue bit of shit ?"he says between grunts."Gon na thrust it in so far that it rips your bowel apart, fairy boy."
He could almost make good on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely retain my head on what I must do, but I have to take it for a little while longer. I want all of him inside me, in parliamentary law to be trusted.
Then he hits a place that turns the painfulness into agony.
"That's it, boy ! necessitate it all the way ! Oh, yeah ! ! !"
The import I feel his clump slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the wax intention of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.
I reappear just outside the threshold of the room, and realise that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any incertitude, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the closed door would give convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breathing spell and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"poof ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to conquer us ! I continue to hold my breath.
Now I must hope that my conclusions about Logan being in this Saami construction are correct. If not, once Victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able-bodied to come after me. Or worse : if I am amiss and there is another building, he may set off the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.
I look to the left and to the right. There is nix but a forgetful corridor, with one room access on the side opposite to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.
I must get hold Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a lead of pedigree behind me. There is only so much fourth dimension left before I have to take a breath, or before I collapse from loss of pedigree, for I know some of that blood is mine.
The door on the other slope of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious living quarters but no windows. The door at the end is locked.
I can feel 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 ? Was Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the door to the outside, and Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely this door, but I am far from being certain.
If this is indeed where he is being held, I know what it looks like inside and can safely teleport. If not - well, if not, it does not matter. If Victor catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One threshold or the other, I must act.
I picture the interior of the room, visualizing the layout and picking what should be a safe spot. I cross myself and teleport.
And find myself right next to Logan ! His heart flame wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my branch around him.
We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the external door and authorize of any obstacles. As I search for my future destination, we both suck in a welcome breath of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.
There is an out-of-doors field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be thick jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely manage.
As soon as we are there, I scan the hobo camp. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this way, I teleport us several more times. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more play out.
Finally I have to stop. My knee go weakly. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.
"Kurt, are you OK ? There's parentage 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 thing, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to barf, as I realize what I have to do next."Mount Logan, you must help oneself -"
This sentence 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 break dance off a scant piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any Thomas More damage to your oral cavity. Now, push as hard as you can."
My teeth go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open up me advance with his fingers in monastic order to get a grasp on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not prompt. I lie there, shaking and crying with the bother and the gather seismic disturbance of what has happened over the finish few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.
"Shit !"he curses, wiping his paw off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no high-risk legal injury deep inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to stop the bleeding."
I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely sealed there is more harm, because I feel much bad than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not postulate to recognise about that.
He is back in a moment.
"Here, I've got a handful of wanderer web. That should help. near 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 - the spider is not - still in it."
"No jokes. Not now."I feel him spread my arse and pack the soft, viscid nub against and partly into my anus."hope me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."
"If you vish me to forebode that, you must first make sure you never do anything to merit it."
"No trouble on that write up, Elf."
"Victor - he vill grow it back ?"
"Yeah. It may take a few hours and it will offend a lot, but he will. Don't lose any eternal rest over him."
"Ve must get avay from here."
"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these damn needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your lovely ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"
"I have not !"
He proceeds down the distance of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my member. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A drop of blood Wells up, but Mount Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."
I nod a small and smile through clenched teeth.
He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before master recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which focal point did we come from ? I lost track after the first jump."
"About two kilometers, I think."I prop myself up a bit and look around, then point.
Mount Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the reverse focusing. Put your arms around my neck, I'm gon na impart you."
"I can -"
"No, ya can't. Do as I say."
As he lifts me in his weapon, a shrewd spasm tears through my intestine. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.
After that I have no consistent memory of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the meter, with fleeting episodes of half-consciousness conflate in.
The succeeding affair I am sure of is hearing Logan's voice. It seems to add up from far away, but with each repetition it gets louder.
"Kurt ! Elf ! ! C'mon, darlin'! I need you here ! Kurt, please ! !"
His row penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my dead body while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his unwearying arms. At first I try to ignore the fray. I am so comfortable here. No painfulness, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the vocalism is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp cramp of pain region the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.
"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to impel my centre undecided and my mind back into vigilance. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the verdure still surrounds us. bleary-eyed and befuddled, I realize we are on the bank of a all-encompassing stretching of water.
"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to foil this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb one of these tree, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious mind and vulnerable. Do ya understand me ?"
"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.
As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly fluent spot of soil at the base of a tree diagram. The trunk is so spacious that both Logan and I holding hand could not easily encircle it. There are no branches bring down than about 50 meters.
"You should be OK here, but could you ‘ port up to one of those branches if you had to ?"he asks.
He is covered with cuts and welt from insect bites, in varying phase of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my vexation. My gut aches, I am unaccented as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly athirst, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our surround. If I do not get discourse soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant mode. But it will not assist to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to occupy about.
I look up at the branches, forcing my nous to focalise."Ja, I can get up there if I must. Go,"I urge him.
Extending his vane, he literally claws his way up the proboscis until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the duncical foliation. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the theory that Victor is tracking us even now, not to cite all the potential dangers that may linger in a jungle such as this. last follows all too easily in the Wake Island of carelessness in such an environment.
It is not farseeing before Mount Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge Tree automobile trunk in his precipitation to reach the priming. Excitement and relief mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.
"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of buildings in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a phone or radio to strive the manse and get assist. But we'll have to sweep this river to get there. It's too inscrutable 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 ‘ port us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port wine yourself and I'll swim ?"
Swimming is not slow for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it firmly enough for him to delay afloat, much less tow individual else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.
By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the glare of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The distance appears to be approximately three kilometre. I can see what looks like a clear reaching of George Sand on the far English, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am washy and sick.
"I think I can do it, but can not be sure,"I admit.
He makes an sweat to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Same thing I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."
"Vell, since my vay is well-fixed and faster, let us try that first."
I give him no clip to disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I take us away from our represent position.
Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with total darkness close in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !
Then we are sprawling in the grit on the far side of meat of the river, so perilously fill up to a tree that I could gain out and touch it. Mount Logan's boldness is distinctly leafy vegetable. My venter doesn't feel too goodness either.
"Rough stumble and a sloppy landing,"he says with an effort at a sickly grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"
"—is a good one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smiling but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you cerebrate it vould be safe to drink from the river ?"
"Safe for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too salutary and I don't want to wee-wee you worse."
"dehydration may be a groovy endangerment to me than the water, right now. I vill consume the probability, if you vill avail me."I try to heighten, but can get no further than propping myself up on one elbow before my headland starts spinning and I must lie down again.
Logan scoops up as lots weewee as he can hold in the palm of his work force and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more inadequate fistful, he shakes his head."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may bedevil up. Give it a few second and I'll get you more."
He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing H2O. The sun cesspool behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on the far side. swarthiness will be here soon.
"How long have ve been out here, mein Schatz ?"
"I figure we escaped not long after break of the day, so that would pull in it the with child part of a day so far."
"Victor could be following us by now, nicht wahr ?"
"Yes. If he can find our scent to begin with, he'll be on our trail."
"And he vill be sick than hell."
“'Fraid so, darlin ’."
Silence falls over us again. The water supply sits lowering in my venter, but shows no real house of coming up. I place one mitt on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels punishing as a board. Not good at all. I energy harder, but stop because it hurts too much.
"Elf, what did ya do that for ? You sure you're not losin'it ?"
"I am merely confirming the diagnosis I have made for myself. That is all."
"I don't need to ask you for your conclusion. If you've decided that you're not in very undecomposed shape, you're rightfulness. I can nibble up that much from your olfactory property,"he says, without meeting my eyes.
"How about a little more to imbibe ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."
A few more fistful of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at final, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting swarthiness of oblivion holds me in its arms and I know nothing more.
When I begin to come to again, I have not even the military posture to open my heart at first of all. I can tell I am lying on a hard padded control surface. Please God, we are not back in victor's hands ! !
Voices echo through my head, a foreign speech communication - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would excuse the rainforest and the language. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary noesis of Spanish allows me to cook out many of the words.
Through the haze of febricity and painful sensation, I feel something compressed around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, individual is starting an IV on me. A medical readiness. We have made it ! hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dry up body.
whacking dry back talk, I try to verbalize."agua toad, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.
"Yes. Right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her phone call out,"Senhor Logan ! Wake up. Your friend is awake !"
I follow her with my eyes and find Mount Logan sprawled out on a cot over by the rampart. I was not really worried about him, but it is still good to see him active and well.
The cleaning woman returns quickly and holds a chalk of water to my lips, helping me hold my psyche up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.
By now, Logan is standing beside me. He reaches for my manus, taking it to his mouth and, much to my amazement, kissing it.
"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"
"I vill live. I think."
His worry breaks into a large-minded smile."Ya damn well better, after all the exploit I went to luggin'yer carcass through the jungle."
"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for really, but it vould hurt too much."
He becomes sober."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any second now to pick us up. Hang in there."
"I vill,"I assure him.
The woman has at last gotten the IV communication channel set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me loyal. I recognize the tone as my chief begins to feel light and my awareness fades.
"Logan -"
"Don't fight it, Elf. I'll look out for ya. You know that."
I try to smile, but am not sure enough if I bring home the bacon or not before I pass out.
wake
I have just crossed the lawn and started into the Wood when I hear running stride behind me. Alarmed, I start to rick but then Logan's voice calls out,"Kurt ! Wait up !"
Of grade, 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 transmission is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some light exercise vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."
"And ya didn't even invite me along ?"
"It is so early, I vas sure as shooting you vould still be numb and I did not vish to agitate you. Why are you up at this hour anyvay ?"
"I ain't been sleepin'so unspoiled lately. Too many dreams."
He looks rather dejected, so I stroke the slope of his side gently with the tip of my rump."I vill be there tonight, mein Schatz."
He brightens up at that thinking."You're really OK then ?"
"Ja."Seeing the glimmer in his eyes, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal sex for a well long vhile. And zip too fierce even then."
He captures the planate end of my hind end, which is hovering in his locality, and kisses the undersurface."That still leaves us many possibilities, darlin ’."
"Ja, it does indeed."
"Maybe we should go back right now and -"He leaves the respite hanging.
"I have been lying in bed in the infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the pauperization to move around in the fresh air and sunshine again."
"No problem. OK if I join you ?"
"Sure."
We walk along for a time in quiet. The green of the leaves and George W. Bush surrounding me seems shiny than usual and the kind of nature delights my middle, after staring at the beige wall of the infirmary for so long.
"Are we going someplace in special or just walkin'?"
"Ve are going to my favorite spot down by the shore of the lake."
"Isn't that kind of far away for your showtime pass ?"
"Not if ve cheating a little."I grab him and ‘ porthole us both a couple of Admiralty mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a little green around the gulls."
"You know I hate to be teleported, Elf. And that's supposed to be ‘ gills ’, not ‘ patsy ’."
I give him a nonplus face."Who cares ? It makes no more gumption one vay or the other."
I am mostly just teasing him, to take his psyche off the momentary sickness teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and tear him along."semen on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the trees. It is beautiful betimes in the morning. Besides, you vere gladiola enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor's grasp, vere you not ?"
"Yeah. Uh - that reminds me. Darlin, we have to talk."
"Isn't that supposed to be my business line ?"I say lightly.
"I'm bein'serious, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some time to find first."
"Vell, I am now recovered. Vhat is it you vould like to acknowledge ?"
"Are ya mad at me for screwin'around with Victor while I was gone ?"
"That depends. Are you mad at me for screwing around with Storm and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"
"No. Surprised maybe, especially about Mystique. Not raging. After all, we've always said we had an assailable relationship, haven't we ?"
"Then you have my answer already. Surprised, ja. Angry, nein."
"trade good. I just needed to make sure there was no misinterpretation between us about what happened."
"There is not. But I vish you had told me about it sooner, so I vould take known before victor told me."
"I was still trying to absorb all the things he had told me about my past. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the redress time just never seemed to come."
"I believe you."I could tell there was more bothering him than just that."Vhat is it you are not saying, even now ?"
"I - well, it wasn't just that I had sex with him. That's not the worst of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an stallion month with him, and almost made it the quietus of my life. Yet it was awful. Brutal and vicious and bloody."
"I can imagine."
"But something about it was - how can I describe it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some ways. I didn't have to be deliberate not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that arrive at sense ?"
"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would enjoy it with a collaborator who is not so tenuous as I am, so easily damaged if he loses ascendance. With another mutant who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I can never give him that.
I take a breath, as I prepare to ask a enquiry of my own, cognizant that I may not care the answer."How much vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"
"I - uh - Very much. I very nearly did. I'm sorry, Elf, but I'd be lyin'if I said otherwise."
"I understand, and I prefer truth to lies. So vhy did you not stay ?"
"For one thing, all the hooey 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 state of war, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the state of war were over, the world wasn't a unit 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 ? early than the sex, that is."
"I guess I wanted to find out as lots about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his custody, as if to ward 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 disgorge Milk River, is there ?"
"Hey, ya got that one rightfield !"
"Ja. But at least I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the first place,"I remind him.
We both get a laugh out of that.
"look, there is the lake just ahead of us."
We hurry the relaxation of the way through the trees. The pee sparkles in the ahead of time morning sun, as a alight breeze skip over the surface. I drink in the expanse of downhearted, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my psyche would shrivel and die if I did not have such beauty to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and thoughtless, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.
"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree diagram and be prosperous. I just hap to have a couple of granola prevention in my pocket, the chocolatey single you like so much. want one ?"
"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle future to him, leaning my head on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and piece on it, wanting to take a crap the taste perception last as long as potential. Logan devours his in three sharpness. He seems somewhat strain as we sit together, staring across the lake.
"Uh - Elf ? There was more than I wanted to tell you, beyond what I've said already."
I wince, not indisputable if there is any more he can say that I truly require to know. But I am the one who places so much importance on honesty and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."
"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that clock time I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to mend. That's when I made up my psyche. The next forenoon I told him I was leaving."
I almost burst out laughing, mostly from backup."And you expect that to annoy me ?"
He shrugs uncertainly.
"If anything, it makes me experience better."
"Sometimes I just don't understand you, Kurt."
"It is simple. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even more than than vith me most of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my bridge player to terminate him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to riposte to me. Vhat More could I vant ?"
"Well, when ya put it that way, I suppose it makes sense."
"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, zero but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of great value to you in gild to be vith me."
"You're nutcase, darlin ’."
"I do not believe so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly beat 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 helpless. I may not be so hard and goon as you are, but I can hold my own."
"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just hold your own. You rescued me. Do you think I didn't observance that ?"
"So ve vill not any longer be hearing about how vorried you are that I am in peril just because ve are together ?"
He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with buff, at least as much as I can remember, isn't exactly reassuring."
"I am not one of your past tense devotee. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible red worm, commend ?"
"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me hard and long. As common, he ends up with blood on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp teeth. He rubs it absently away with the vertebral column of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.
"Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the strange verbalism that crosses his face.
He gives me that shit-eating grin."How would the incredible Amazing earthworm like to squander me ?"
"Vas ?"
"You heard me. sop up me off. Or if you'd prefer to be fancy, 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 teeth look like."
Suiting actions to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right hand mind vould put his member into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally bind yours up to my lips vhen you are ready, so I can drink your cum."
I lick my lip at the thought, recalling the feeling and the taste of him.
"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do Thomas More, wouldn't ya ?"
"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally shred vhat is euphemistically called your humanity. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an audible clicking noise"—make it necessary for you to re-grow said humanity, as Victor doubtless had to."
"Ya wouldn't do that to me, and I know it."
"Not deliberately, no. But in the heat of Passion -"
I leave that dangling as I start to resist up. He grabs my tail and wrench me back down.
"Ach, you know I hate it vhen you do that !"I protest.
"Yeah, I know. But sit there and get wind me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that winner inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply have the pleasure that I feel.
I do not have to match to ride out where I am. I know my indrawn breather and the glow that is starting to replete my eyes has agreed for me.
"open air your mouth as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"
I nod, my sass still stretched open. It is painfully manifest that the temporomandibular juncture where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as most of the eternal rest of my joints.
He sticks his index finger between my teeth."Here. suction on this and let me see what happens."
I can do that and still keep my teeth absolved of his finger.
"OK. Now try my thumb."
I would object that his thumb is not so big around as his erect penis, but I can not speak with my mouth full.
"Keep suckin ’. I want to try something."
The helping hand that was on my tail move around to the front to hit down into my sweatpants and choose storage area of my cock. As my consistency reacts to this, my lip closes slightly before I can quit it. I taste bloodline. Scheisse !
"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to happen. You've got ta pay more tending to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."
I am tempted to nod my sympathy, but that might well induce more than bloodshed.
He leaves his ovolo in my mouth, which is just as well, because I am starting to delight sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.
I let my eyes close, imagining I have something more interesting between my mouth, wondering how it would feel.
His helping hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His finger pinch one of my teat sharply, but I do not oppose by forgetting about my tooth. No blood this time.
"That's it, darlin ’. You're learnin ’."
He is now rubbing his cauterize thenar over the tip of my teat. I refuse to be distracted from my task, even though my asshole is getting hard and my shadow is twitching with delight.
"Ya can let go of my thumb now, darlin ’,"he says, his voice harsher and his respiration more ragged. I know what that means."Want me to lie down for ya ?"
"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."
His back talk throw a little upward quirk as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."
"I know."
"I should be on my genu to you. You're the one who saved our lives."
"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall hollo it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underclothing pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the material. His thick-skulled pubic pilus obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smell out the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.
I need him almost ready to issue forth before I take him, since I do not look to be able-bodied to keep my mouthpiece open as full as will be necessary for a farsighted meter.
As I reach for that so-familiar member, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the razz and the insects sing their strain, and the slight lapping of the waves on the shore stay fresh time. The picnic brings forth a rustle of leaves from the Tree budget items, as I glance up the duration of Logan's consistence from my new vantage distributor point, my fingers teasing his spear with gentle spot, soon changing into a steady diagonal as they combine to hold him within a clenched fist. His hips begin to move in time with my cycle and he groans.
I lick the head of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sore corona, then add my lips, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this rattling contribution of a man's organic structure into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to liveliness that fire that always smolders abstruse inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to make such joy.
In a quick flash of whizz, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking master's putz along inside me. Yes, all too tenuous, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the retentivity. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.
Logan's consistence is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his puss and lick it off, just as I open my oral cavity to take him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious tooth. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to do him any damage, but only give him pleasure.
He pushes deeper into my back talk, tentatively at first, then with Sir Thomas More confidence as he meets with no pain. As he hits the spinal column of my pharynx, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to withstand him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the aching in my jaws.
"O god, Elf, that feels so fuckin'in effect,"I hear him say above me."So damn fuckin'good."
A chill runs through me at his countersign, and I try harder to devour his prick fully. But it is hard, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his thrust as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my heading, but he does not try to hale me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmur vowel,"So good, darlin ’."
My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to pass off around the physical object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep open my mouth as all-encompassing open. I feel him scrape one of my scummy dentition and taste blood, but it does not look to incommode Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -
With a pharyngeal consonant growling, he pushes forward knockout and holds there for an blink of an eye, his eubstance trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more inadequate thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.
An incongruous effigy flashes across my mind : kneel at the communion table rail as the non-Christian priest lays the sacred Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a different figure of sanctity ? At one and the Lapp time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable lulu of this moment.
Then my mouth is empty and Logan is kneeling in battlefront of me, hugging me closing against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.
His hands unfasten my belted ammunition, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I feel the ardent breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his hand on the medium pulp than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.
To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his rim and sucks the slick glob of semen into his mouth, then kisses me with the gustatory sensation of my own cum, as our natural language intertwine. I have always thought that to be a loathsome thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.
We break apart, and he pulls me down to lie with my header 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 become my showtime pick for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.
"Hurts, huh ?"
"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from face to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a Hydra, and could dislocate my jaws in order to svallow large objects."
"Just be glad ya never had to give master a blow job, darlin ’."
I must take looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only Tarawa'a antic. Relax."
But already the image has flashed across my mind of victor's mitt tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of pain rings through my head.
"Hold me, Mount Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.
As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his chest of drawers, his coat of arms clutching me tightly against him.
"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."
"I know."But I continue to shake.
"Here."He takes my hand and leads it to his venter."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"
"Ja."I take a deep breath and loosen up a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."
"Ya won't lose me, ya slow Kraut,"he says, ruffling my fuzz."I don't get lost promiscuous, unless I want to."
"You called me a dumb Kraut."
"Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I ? Sorry. It was all that German cussin'you did to Victor, I guess."
"Could you understand any of it ?"
He laughs."Ya suppose I didn't learn nearly of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will include to being a bit disconcert about the onion plant and the chandelier though."
Now it is my go to laugh. As our laughter dies away, I prop myself up on my elbows and look down into his face.
"So maybe now ve get a chance to survive happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"
"I wouldn't reckoning on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't counting on it."
German language version HELL HATH NO delirium. ..
Lieber Gott ! dearest God !
Bitte, winner, nein ! Please, Victor, no !
Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like the pits !
Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn ! Go to hell, you son of a woman of the street !
Scheisse ! Shit !
Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the scum of the earth !
Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You foul animate being ! You piece of manure !
Schatz, verstehst du ? Darling/Sweetheart, do you understand ?
Entschuldigung. Pardon me.
Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht ! Go to the devil, ass-face !
Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln ! Darling/Sweetheart, don't despair !
GERMAN displacement. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED
Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in High German, but this has been used so often in the comics that I feel it's less obnubilate, especially since Was has a import in English.
Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No More ! halt !
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 chandelier, so you can hang during the day and suntan by night !
Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The Devil get hold of you !
Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.
Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy creature !
Schweinhund Pig-dog
flatness !
Stop ! ( Nipponese martial arts term which has been established in a previous story that they both understand. )
Hab ‘ nen programme ! I have a plan !
( Colloquilism for"Ich habe einen Plan.")
Sei bereit ! Be make !
Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss
agua Spanish for water
GERMAN TRANSLATION backwash
mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my treasure )
Was ist los ? What's damage ?
Scheisse ! diddly-squat !
Ich will dich nicht verlieren.
I do not require to lose you.
Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in German, but this has been used so often in the comics that I feel it's less confuse, especially since Was has a meaning in English.
story ARC - In ordering
good morning devotion
Something a short Different
As the branchlet is hang
Pray for Us evildoer
With null on My tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury