This is the sixth story of a much longer tarradiddle arc, which is best read in the order of the leaning at the end.

Translation of German Book or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to realize the meaning fairly sack in context.




snake pit HATH NO fierceness. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

Last affair I can recall, we were sitting at our usual table at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another half twelve beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been anserine enough to take him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will take not to do that. )

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



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes undefended. I am in a small elbow room with bright lights, gross white walls, no windows,
and only one room access. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the wall, looking at a computer screen. Above his head there are six large monitor, which are all space. He has not yet noticed that I am witting, so I remain still and quietly in order to assess my situation.

I am lying on my rachis on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally raw, with some sorting of control around my wrists and ankles, which hold my hand down by my sides and my wooden leg straight but slightly spread apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and severely fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent variation from using their powers ! I try very slowly to put forward my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not circle my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a arrest, then.

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

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

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

The man at the figurer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some mode, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscleman, benighted hair, blue eyes. He even has the Saami kind of extravagant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit scant than Mount Logan's. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His aspect is more feather off, with heavier jawbone. His nose is straight, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty spate. There is nothing but harshness in his smile.

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to realize that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big risk. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an apology 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 neck that are supposed to be able-bodied to prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the metre, and some of them work about of the time, but they don't all work all of the meter. Besides, being myself a sport, I just have this aversion to the tinker's dam matter. I'd rather do it the antique way and figure out how to capture and hold the finical mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. brand for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty smile again and his articulation turns severely."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the formula of this plot, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one hand and points a remote dominance device toward the blank monitors. All six screens come to life, showing me images of Logan from different slant and at varying distances. He is standing rout and consummate naked in the middle of what looks very often like a duplicate of this room, held in place by a curiously-designed organization of threatening restraints and metal bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and slash and assorted other combat injury, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

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

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

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

For a second, Mount Logan and I stare at each former's images in the monitors.

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

"I gave a lot of cerebration to designing restraints that would hold jemmy, since his claws can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can strain them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been easy enough to simply assure his forearms and hands back flat against a paries, so that he couldn't use his pincer to cut himself unloosen, but I wanted him in a berth that gave me approach to his consistency from all directions, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the alloy restraints that enclose his subdivision from above his cubital joint to the ends of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his nipper, if he bothers to lead them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the upright bar in the centre that runs up to the cap assistant. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever storey I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stick around that way. I could let his toes touch, or even reserve him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a abruptly chain connecting the cuff 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 script, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be beaming I decided against stringing you up that way, aristocratical boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a courteous padded table. Now pay attending, both of you, and mind to how it's going to be."

After a quick glance in Logan's direction, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jemmy's ability well enough to contrive that scheme, I've also made it my business to study the limits of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the heart of nowhere and there aren't very many unfastened quad in the country around it outside. I made indisputable you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this building or its milieu. And even if you did, jemmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very like edifice, far enough away so that it's out of visual range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take time, Thomas More time than you could afford.

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

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your little buddy here. lay down me too raging and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your boldness when I do."

Our capturer favor me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken duplicate care with you. There are sensors in your control that will oppose to your sudden absence seizure by detonating the bombs in both buildings. You might save your own life by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree or a mountainside. And jemmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both preserve all this in judgment if you are tempted to get, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your halt in my mortify 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 aught, hoping he will let slip something that could be utile.

Giving each of us a derriere look, he goes on with his public lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavor to scarper and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch over the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make jimmy screech, so just opine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how often Jimmy would not bask seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

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

From the tone on Logan's fount, this man is telling the accuracy. I close my eyes and try to keep my shock and offend hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingers grab my chin and wrench my face toward him. He shakes his capitulum as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be sort of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a closemouthed feeling, shall we ?"

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

It only gets worse when he uses his pollex to finger along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite tart, especially the ace in the middle. He presses his quarter round down on the point of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would amaze his cock between those dentition is either very brave or very dopy. I'm no coward, but I'm no fool either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to go along its wholeness, boy."

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

He gives a myopic jape."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."well, you don't looking like an elf to me. You look More like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my picayune blue faerie boy. You like that ?"

I shake my point vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

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

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to phone you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my epithet's victor. Victor gospel, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jemmy's sidekick. Well, stepbrother. Same father, dissimilar mothers. I'm a lot like him in many fashion. The Sami healing broker, but not such long claws."

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice, isn't it ? Negroid glass, cool and smooth. Should feel real adept going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other paw to run the sharp baksheesh of his nipper teasingly along the lines of the cicatrix on my humiliated abdomen, stopping just short of my member, which can not seem to decide if it likes the care or fearfulness 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 fancy little scrape. You've even had it decorated. Was that jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

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

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take concern vith the cutting. Even cicatrice from injuries do not make too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a fiddling, fairy boy."He looks again at my hapless bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get arduous."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. to a greater extent to wager with. And speaking of playing, let me register you a unique characteristic of this table you're lying on. Like jimmy's constraint, yours are also very adjustable, but in former ways."

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my feet can be slid back and Forth River along the position, restraints and all, then refastened wherever winner wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the soles of my ft come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my human foot almost next to my ass. It occurs to me to inquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be prosperous if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can train without incurring any serious damage, in decree to get a better estimation of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a fiddling lubricator on the dildo, just to evince that I mean no harm."Another vicious grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be a good deal fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the little narrowing end of the dildo against my possible action, I find myself at a going for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this sentence could be something I would rue later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a footling, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this gunpoint, it feels good and I know he is chasten about relaxing. All right, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to valuate me in this way, it would be considerably to cause him undervalue what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.

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

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

He goes on to separate me how he tracked Mount Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own device for a metre, but keeping tab on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to load down up his things and hike back to the nearest townsfolk, he waylaid him, convincing him to remain a petty longer by offering to tell him about his past.

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

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in time in the proceedings. Much to my pity, my penis decides it just might enjoy the tone, and I can secernate that my optic are beginning to beam. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his regard as I can and constrict my centre closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my aspect back.

"outdoors your oculus, fairy boy,"he guild me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the cost later on."

I obey. Victor makes the connection between my eyes and my hardening cock. He takes wait of it, moving his manus relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my body's natural response, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it happen. I will fight it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your oculus get brighter as I work your pecker,"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 Thomas More to act with on an uncut penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a spell but displace it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will hap. My member will continue to become engorge, trying vainly to push the head give up of my captured foreskin.

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

That is about the utmost matter I would like to hear, for it would extend to wind up me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in pain as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very variety to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this same affair, but simply refused to cut the wander no affair what happened. remember about that for a while, queer boy."

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

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

"Shall I tell you how very tempestuous jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another astute push. I am beginning to approach my limit, as far as the width goes. In order to make him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my anatomical sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my tooth and flinch. He smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Please, Victor, no -- no more. It hurts like sin,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not realize simple German. Or he wants to make me consider he does not empathize it. I may be capable to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent pain by struggling against his bond and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, superior notices this."What's the matter, petty brother ? You look as if you'd like to enjoin me something. want me to become on the audio, so we can see you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm busy now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one to a greater extent pushing to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the previous ace. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really give to.

"I'm tempted to go further, infant, and rent you right loose, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be gracious. For now."

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

I can not say him no, as my firmly prick would clearly establish it to be a lie. Victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, queer boy, I've got to commend not to be overly entitle or you won't take as a good deal notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the comeback, then returns to fend next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again savorless down against the open. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest of drawers and begins to trace the scar with the power point of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit confounded, as if he is more concerned in my scar than in the discussion."I would never deliver been able to afford all this material, except that some very plentiful and very mightily folks hired me to take down the horrific Gulo luscus. You're just validating damage. They think I'm going to drink down jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just go on 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 Jimmy and I can hire ourselves out to some early equally powerful kinfolk and be safe. Or at least as condom 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 point. I shiver. He smiles."raw tits, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw rake."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can justify up one of your weapons system so that it's on a short chain. That way, you can reach the water feeding bottle I've got on a ledge under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to pass water both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such matters, if I have no reasonableness to be. realise ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be upright, Victor."

The claws cocksucker just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fear it would cart those points through my soma."If you're lying to me, comport in judgment that jemmy will be the one to brook for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to cite being left to lie in your own urine and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The pincer tear away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short length of chain to the metal handcuff around my pull up stakes wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, sister, just like I promised. Reach around under the tabular array and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of weewee, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how hungry I was until I had the bottle in my paw. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my lip and acquire a few swallows. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the room access."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can babble out things over. I'm not going to tell you what prison term it is, or even whether it's day or night. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little more than fun."

He clicks the remote control condition as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the lock chamber on the room access will only work by a voice bid from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some nonsense Word of God at the doorway. There is only muteness in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. 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 brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little vendetta. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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 barbarous, hideously brutal. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like animals. It was - hideously exciting."

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

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

I take a intimation and exhale, trying to banish the tingle that threatens my vox."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 tone. His head is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should know that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my fan. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his nous in self-disgust."I should make known. We fought for genuine when I told him. I had a chance to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to fill up off the only window I had into my puerility and my past. I - I wasn't intellection of what might materialize to you."

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to take care at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the inside information immediately, but I was afraid. I let your self-assurance, and your beloved, overpower my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for null else ?"

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

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

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

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

trade good. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced superior.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Mount Logan promise to rescue me. That will put superior's focus on him as a voltage rescuer, rather than me. That could come in handy later.

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

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

"It has a nice strait to it, I think. Vould you like me to bid you jimmy instead of Logan ?"

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

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

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




By the meter Victor returns, I am awake and own tried out the healthful agreement. Not altogether full-strength, but in force than nothing.

The kickoff thing he does is reset the cuff around my articulatio radiocarpea into its station by my incline. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, Jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

Victor turns his aid back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my trivial blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger's breadth over my back talk. When I try to turn my read/write head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his lingua pressing hard, seeking launching. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I open my mouth slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not hard enough to do grave damage, but hard enough to draw blood. This does not check him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a edged slap.

If anything, the pain of his bitten tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his glossa is deeply into my back talk, I close my dentition 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 head, and he retreats. A slack grin spreads across his face, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got spirit, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just unthaw into snag and jump begging for mercy, at foremost anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And oral presentation of coming, what do you like, coddle ? What do you reverence ? What do you absolutely hate ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the tips of his pincer sleep against the base of my scrotum."It would get more sentiency for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his handle tightens only enough to draw blood."I think you can conceive of what would happen if I closed my fist right now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

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

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

"Ja, I am very indisputable. If you simply vanted me bushed, 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 for sure I like that. Does Jimmy take this sort of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"Score one for the amobarbital sodium faggot,"superior says cheerfully."No Sir Thomas More scourge of immediate destruction. However,"-- his good witticism changes abruptly -"if you don't musical note it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a head. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to palpate so vulnerable. Naked does not bother me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not call up I have felt so lost before person else since I was a shaver, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear show. This man would recognise exactly how to use it to wear me.

"Let's offset again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his nipper lightly across my chest of drawers, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his fingers. Scar tissue is less sensitive than ordinary physique, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to hide the lambency I know will soon be visible. As he continues to lick his way down my chest to my stomach, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.

"It would look you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my font."surface your eyes, boy, and keep on them receptive. I want to be able to see just how practically you like it."

I shake my head.

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

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

His fingers reach my genitals. With a storm gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a retard, stiff round, rubbing a finger's breadth now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar twinge begin deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to relax 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 voice."Sure you do. You're skillful and severely now. Keep it up, baby. Come for me. testify me how lots you like what I'm doing. show jemmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my stopcock and balls. I will dismiss it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I hate his jot. I will reduce on that, nothing else.

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

"English, you mother-fucker ! English !"His handgrip tightens, finger digging into my scrotum.

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

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

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

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

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

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

I have barely begun to savor this modest triumph when Victor decides to deepen tactics.

"Maybe my manus just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Sir Thomas More intense. I just happen to have a nice collection of vibrators useable. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic standard smooth plastic, medium size of it, uses 2 C barrage fire, and usable in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outdoor, or the interior ? 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 course of action, I have had some experience of such thing and I know they are entirely terrific. The rapid oscillation gets to the erotic nerve ending like nil else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, bass, until it reaches that spot inside and finally satisfies the growing titillation, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for foreplay and satisfaction. I am gasping with the travail of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My second joint shake and my stallion body shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

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

I shake my head desperately, as if in fear. His penis is indeed rather with child 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 cook to put the real thing into jimmy next."

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

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

He is right. I will not be able to break off. I can sense it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and ready to fall apart. In a last desperate try to forbid ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my jetty as tightly as I can, trying to concur back. A cutthroat satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of golden joy turning my eubstance into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the sliding board of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the loudness of the spasms that continue on within my dead body, while everything is locked and held down operose by my will. I hide my feelings from Victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to establish me false, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not fuck such a affair was possible !

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

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

I gather my scattered witticism and reply casually,"Now, winner, 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 steamy, but also vhen I am experiencing very unattackable emotions, including wrath and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is casual and unagitated, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to collapse again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not vocalise at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharp smack in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my header routine with the blow, to minimize the impairment. Even so, my lip split up against the stage of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a hysteria of foiling, then leans over me and tangle,"Keep that up, faerie boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of things before I'm done with you."

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

He just laughs, wiping off the blood with his finger, then licking them.

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

As superior stomps out of the room, I start counting the bit between the time he leaves here and the clip he appears in the other room with Mount Logan, in the hope that I can get some idea of how far away the early building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's tread is roughly a meter long, that would piss it around 12 meters. null guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily exact. I realize this is a very fierce approximation, but it is a starting point.

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

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

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the madness suffusing superior's brass and I am afraid. I want to tell Logan to sacrifice in, break him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly spite, but that is not a consideration in Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must prove that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when last we spoke, he must also exhibit me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

Finally, Victor gives up on the crusade and backs off. He stands there for some second base, virtually snarling his rage and thwarting. Suddenly, his posture changes, he takes a deep breath and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to kick in me your delight,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to stool you give me your botheration instead."

One clawed hired man range down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base 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 down up of Logan's lower consistency. I can not rupture my middle away from it as master's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, minuscule brother. I want to hear it. And I want your petty risque tooth fairy to find out it also."

There is triumph in Victor's eyes as he turns to appear at me. His hand finish tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

victor's finger pull downward, the sharply hook cutting through bleeding bod slowly but inexorably. The bum of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

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

The claws finally dig in to the ballock as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The distended figure at the bottom gives way, leaving superior holding Logan's skewered balls in his paw. He continues to overstretch downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the blinking possibility.

"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your ogre lover ?"

Logan throws his head back and roars out his hurting and despair.

I start on my usual Litany of hex in German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Mount Logan's agonised attention, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the foul figure I am calling Victor.

His keep on belly laugh pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now observe your own promise animated. You know good well he will live on this.

Holding Logan's skewered balls up to the tv camera for me to see, winner laughs at my futile attempt to insult him. As I watch the blood gush down from Mount Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the finish laugh will be mine, no subject what the cost.


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

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

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

I glare at him, the fad burning in my heart reflected in my glow heart. His helping hand movement toward my human face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a abrupt pincer touches each eyelid.

"I could do it so easily, you know. But I'll fifth wheel you this fourth dimension and do something else instead."

The claws withdraw and I can take a breath again.

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

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

He is mightily. I would almost give birth preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so practically to say something to comfort Mount Logan, but at to the lowest degree I can still see how fasting he is healing and I will know when he is hale again. It is nothing short of amazing to see when his body literally re-grows a part. However, it does deal time and he is clearly suffering a considerable quantity of infliction as it happens. If I were not trying to be potent for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

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


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As victor again takes the falling off out of my leave behind bridge player restraint and fastens it down, he input cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well live prison term, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to cave in me what I want. This sentence, you're not going to consume a choice."

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

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

The monitors go pitch blackness.

"Do you two ever play with electrical energy, fairy boy ?"

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my phallus hard with his halfway finger, smiling as I wince."English language, recollect ? 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 twist."conceive this to be a eruditeness experience. This is a violet sceptre. It can do some interesting things."

It does not reckon particularly telling. Just a sort of a handgrip with a clear glassful globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very small edition of those plasma Earth in skill museums, where the arc follow your fingers around on the surface of the ball.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right tit, and I expect him to contact me with it. Instead, as it gets close, minuscule sparkle startle between the verge and my tegument. Almost, it tickles, as if diminutive feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in arousal, and my teat grow taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snap of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my care, but not enough to get real number annoyance.

He moves the Earth to my left over side of meat, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to wrestle around as I become more aroused by the strange touch sensation that are almost pleasure but also almost pain sensation. No ! I do not desire this to happen !

He begins to trace a line of fierce adept 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 groin, my soundbox arches uncontrollably and I throw my headland back as far as the metal band around my cervix will earmark. My teeth clutch as I try to dampen a moan in prediction of how it will feel when it reaches my phallus. Instead, the flicker move to one slope, running down the interior of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my blue abdominal cavity, following the figure of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his nut, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his sidesplitter.

With this mental image held firmly in my mind, my penis falters. I can separate it is beginning to droop, despite the sparks still dancing across my trunk just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to bet the Saami secret plan we played last time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks dance rapidly up the duration of my dick, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive surface area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitch reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the paradigm of Logan's lacerated sac, the stock steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his clod clutched in Victor's hand. Although I can find that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groin, I deliberately try to oppress it. I will not let this happen !

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

He leaves the way for a few instant, then comes back pushing a diminished pushcart with some sort of mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a alloy box with several time and assorted switches and push button on the front.

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

He looks at me expectantly. From the expression on my grimace, 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 picture ? The electric current isn't anywhere near enough to do injury, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel soundly or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the answer to that interrogation. But I strongly suspect it isn't a lot fun, since the usual process is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something actual handy about this mesa, baby. The metre has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my legs folds down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my legs bent at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My psyche has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting semen from dirty money papal bull. It did not appear all that bad, but the bruiser usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing More than is requirement to find the correctly position near my prostate.

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

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

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty a good deal perdurable, remember ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch 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 repetition that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too quick for me, so I'll starting signal at the lowest background and work my way up. That should give you a chance to taste the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safe on you to take in your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few addition in power. There appears to be a point where the tactile sensation of tingling upheaval and mild tensing of the sinew variety into the muscularity clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can cause burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on human being would hold on short circuit of that. Each prison term now as winner pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasm become more acute, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire lower consistency convulses and my hip thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and get along very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"superior croons."You're making me real hot. save it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"Okay, fairy boy, we're at the top of the scale of measurement. 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 impulse bit by bit also."

I have lost this battle and I know it. My screams get brassy and longer each time, until finally I can not stop my body from reacting.

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

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

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

By the time he stops, my muscular tissue are cramping and my wooden leg and after part are pulling hard against their chasteness. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

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

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

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

"That didn't have to come about, 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 zippo Sir Thomas More than to ‘ port myself discharge of the constraint and wipe that gloating smile off of his case, but that would set off the bombs and get Mount Logan and me killed. wait a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Mount Logan's way that is supposed to be muscular enough to drink down someone with that same healing factor, so it would only kill him if he were in Mount Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough cerebration. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up near of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish execration I once heard and turn it into German as best I can remember it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, fag boy. That sounded nasty. surmise you're pretty angry at me."The manus on my stomach change into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive press points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to worm away from the pain, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own knickers and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, infant, louder ! Oh asshole, yeah !"

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

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

He changes the settings on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Mount Logan's grimace and take heed his ragged breathing.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his lonesome reply.

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

Returning the table to its usual position, he gives me a concluding pat on the belly, then turns away to pull together everything together on his minuscule go-cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could deliver heard me, I would sustain told him to give master what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to essay a full stop.

So once again, I can do nothing but sentry and take heed as winner uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a time, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a Taurus the Bull might suffer. Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several clock time, just as I had been. I do not know if the electric current was adequate to stop his spunk, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his constraint, his head drooping on his chest. As far as I can secern, he is breathing. Then the monitors go blacken and the speaker falls silent.


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

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

I look from the cup to his manifestation, 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 times watching the recordings of Holocene events."

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

"Most of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my result hired man."I vill pledge it all, for the saki of the part that is his."

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am sure as shooting he is going to drink down me with his bare handwriting. Then he storms out the threshold, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he left my paw fastened only by the chain, I reach down for the feeding bottle of weewee 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 monitors and utterer have not been turned on, so I must contain my curiosity for the sentence being.

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


Finally, the monitor and Speaker come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his chasteness, with multiple bleeding cut down the inside of both second joint. His face is set in a unspeakable grimace, 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 do it he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop hemorrhage and lead off to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a capital plenty of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouthpiece then spat it into his side, because about 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 consume said that. I do not need Victor to even reckon that Logan understands High German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not hollo him Schatz, since I do not want Victor to blame up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan's attention during my bouts of German language cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your clappers are wide of adamantium and your body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your obligation ?"

"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 dependable 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 sole duty, and the guilt that comes vith it vhen you fail."

"Well, I can't see that I'm doin'very good at getting'us outta this mess so far. I'm just as helpless against superior 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 give come back. I should cause just stayed with him. oceanic abyss down, I'm as evil as he is. The two of us belong together."

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

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

"Kurt, listen. If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, call me that you'll hold it, and not vex about me."

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in mortal risk. No subject what happens to me, save up yourself. I'm likely to last anyway."

"Even if you are blown to pieces by victor's dud ? You may be hard to kill, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not care to promise such a affair, as I have no design of escaping without taking Mount Logan with me. But I do not want master to make out that.

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

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

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

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

winner's part comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. following thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and devotion to each early. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our mentation, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough thought of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few affair I must have a go at it before I dare try it. There are too many unknown quantity, and besides, it involves doing something I would favor not to have to do.

In the quiet and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Leslie Townes Hope that I can think of a practiced way out of here. I try not to dwell too lots on my eventual fate, if I can not escape, nor on Logan's, but it is severely to restrain such retainer out of my head.

I do not require to die, but if that is what happens, I will look it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond demise, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will believe that it is desirable of the God I choose to jazz and worship, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not complain.

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

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Logan's way, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any great length. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to stimulate two edifice, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two separate construction, the menace of a bomb that could down Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would shoot down superior also.

I can make a rough in guess as to how spacious the paries of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when master comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large objective outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not sleep together what is directly outdoors of this building, or if the away door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a hanker time before Victor issue. As common, he wastes no time fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio and the telecasting, so my heart go directly to Logan's image. His head lifts as he hears that the loudspeaker system are dynamic. He gives me a grin, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thigh, then succeeding to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very little pressure. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not do it the revulsion those terrible claws could do, I would receive this quite an arousing. I close my center, wishing it were Logan's fingerbreadth teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my poop, where the weak touch sends shudder of desire up my spur. Ja, there ! There !

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

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

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to agnize just how exquisitely that voice of my body reacts. Why such a thing should fall out, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my cheek run into my rump. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my hind end, which is change by reversal upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my can, especially underneath. It is truly no more spiritualist than to the highest degree of the rest of my body. After all, my hindquarters can go for my weight and do lots of other fairly strenuous things, so how tender could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you know ?"

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

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

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

"I think I'll try a short experiment here, pansy boy. I just happen to have this nice leather blindfold in my scoop. Maybe you'll bask matter more if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my question, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame 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 peek out underneath it. I know the sorting of discernment this creates, as some of my puerility client did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so. However, knowing this does not make me palpate a completely lot better about it.

I feel a abrupt dickhead down near the end of my tail, just above the metal striation that holds it down.

"How would you like another fondness scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to make one veracious here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my backside, again closer to my body. I whimper, hoping to spend a penny him intend I believe him.

"Since your tail is so tightly fitting and bony, maybe I need to incite to the thicker theatrical role, where there's more nitty-gritty to work with. How about this ? Is this a good station ?"

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

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

There is no response I can commit him, other than to live with 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 script, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal blood across my keister.

"Hold real still now. I'd hate to drop off while I'm doing this. After all, we want a gracious straight phone line, don't we ?"

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

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

Rather as I had expected, but now I am surely. master, however, is not happy.

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

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, nance boy, I've got a whole extract of them. Various lengths and diverse gauges. You do sleep together that the high the identification number, the narrower the diameter of the acerate leaf, right ? And frailty versa ?"

I do not intrust my vox just now, so I nod my head.

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

"medal ?"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 lightheaded jingling randomness, as if he is sorting through a collection of minuscule metal physical object, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge phonograph needle, infant, the smallest size of it I have."His digit move to the very end of my poor keister, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."clutch still now. There's not a lot of lax pelt for me to wreak with."

A modest prick, magnified by a abrasion against the underlying ivory, then another cock as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not pain very very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His fingers move past the metal band that secures my can, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the treble prick of a needle.

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

Like I really want to know that.

A little more unspeakable, but certainly zero to hollo about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my seat, informing me each prison term when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the property where my tail sports meeting my body, we are up to the 18 caliber ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative event of all those other needles that are still in place.

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

fountainhead, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes detention of my phallus, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the cicatrice."This is an 18, but it has a very Nice decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

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

I clench my teeth firmly as the acerate leaf goes through the tegument held between his digit.

"Lapplander thing below the cicatrice. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't trouble, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it full-strength in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to take me wait, while I anticipate what is to derive."I'm very goodness at knowing exactly when titillating botheration turns into really pain, so don't bother to try to deceive me. I've learned to try that bound very closely, because I can sense the remainder. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that border, although I may traverse it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my middle and face down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the needle. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the rear end of the scar, while a brusk string of pearl dangles from the tip of my tight penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar thing : the image of a flyspeck cat, several form of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feathering !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"wellspring ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

Victor's eyes follow mine."What do you mean, Jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic stripe, did you ?"

Mount Logan just shakes his head.

master snaps his fingerbreadth and exclaims,"Oh patch ! I forgot the finishing feeling !"He picks up what looks like a small-scale blowtorch and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one more niggling thing."He starts heating up a very lean alloy rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden grip."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's fervency. sentry. I'll show you how it works."The alloy is red hot by now. He touches the stop very briefly to the vertebral column of his paw."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the tip.

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

"Holding it against the peel just a fiddling longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very raw place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the base of my prat and my anus.

"No ! winner, please !"

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

It is not a motion. He touches the side of the rod to my bod. Not very long, but long enough.

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

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each little laurel wreath as he goes by. I am still trying to become habitual to the pain in the neck of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to advert the tan he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

pick out a thick breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far spoiled than this in your life story. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

superior has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a handbill move, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my stallion groin. I can not aid but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my headway, lips still clenched tightly.

His mitt shifts to my prick, holding it near the understructure and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mixture of painfulness and pleasure, as my penis hardens Thomas More, increasing the air pressure on the needle. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire begin to reach itself experience thick inside me. No ! Not now !

winner evidently decides that this would be a unspoiled time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Department of Energy jemmy ever let you do it him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his other hand and squeezes tightly."solution me when I ask a dubiousness, baby."

"It is my druthers to be fucked. However, there have been time vhen I have been the one doing the nooky. 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 feeling designed to infuriate him over my gloating flavor. I simply can not withstand goading him like this.

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

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

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to draw out away, but he grabs my tail near the nucleotide, holding me in situation."Hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a heavily time, fairy boy, or you just might get my handwriting up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an interesting little mutation on the common technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one hand into a fist and holds it up in presence of my facial expression. Then he opens his finger, claws extended as far as potential, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

Just in compositor's case I did not get the image, he elaborates.

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

"master, no ! !"

"No what, jimmy ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I'm not happy now at all. You let this lilliputian twerp 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 victor in order to get him away from me.

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

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

As he shoves the seat fireplug in the rest of the way, I feel something buck inside me and can not inhibit my scream. His grin becomes a wide smile.

rip run down my face as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene names and threatens impossible build of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"keep that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the rejoinder and issue to fit the leather strap around my waistline and between my legs. The strap between my wooden leg is wide, but has an initiative in the centre to set aside my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the broad part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the plug. The shoulder strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should keep you busy for a piece, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks real Nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those Nice decorations make you look quite fetch. If I weren't so furious at jemmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his fountainhead."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my leftfield handwriting as he usually does. Trying to ignore the infliction, I focus on counting the seconds but get no advance than three when Victor appears in the other elbow room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered a lot distance in such a short time. Logan is almost certainly in the same edifice as I am. That being the face, there may well be bombs in both way that winner could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so dolt as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be detector in my restraints that would notice my sudden absence in order of magnitude that some other sort of LE lethal booby trap would be sprung.

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

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

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my bridge player into him and then driving my claws through his sand ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the varan. I know what is coming following, and my ticker cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, early than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to extend out his threat. At different angles and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's body so far that his helping hand opens a slice in his venter. I watch in repulsion as he closes his mitt around the intestine twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Mount Logan bellows his agony. I force my eye to stay on open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must count totally distraught, crying flowing down my face and dickhead racking my eubstance. His lips build my epithet, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the trial by ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exclusion of victor, utter. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of annoyance, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably gestate that his ravaged abdominal variety meat are in the outgrowth of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a sharp pang of envy for Logan's power to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing botheration inside me. I have no thought of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated Costa Rican colon does not hurt all that much until later, when contagion stage set in and the abdominal cavum becomes septic. It could equally well be nada beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the hard pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower part of my sigmoidal colon as well. Usually I can loosen and set aside myself to give and elongate, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to command myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not break off a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every metre my ill-use gut contracts hard against the abuse it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing muscle spasm that I hear Logan's voice.

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

I can not stick out to see him concerned for me, after the pain 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, OK ?"

I can cerebrate of nothing he can do that would meliorate thing in the slightest. But I nod.

"finale your center, darlin ’, and don't open them again. Now, focus only on my articulation and what I'm sayin ’.

"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come home needing you so bad that I'm make 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 adopt you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my head before I take it out some other way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just afford your wooden leg for me and close your eye, preparing to endure it."

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

"Let him. I don't give a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to love person. Now stop interruptin'me and fill up your optic. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. Pretend I've got a hammer as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm huge and hard and I'm shoving that fearsome dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me inscrutable and deeper 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 bruise. Imagine you can find out me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasance, not pain. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to last out sane.

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

"It feels so fantastic, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my men moves up to your chest, my fingerbreadth spread wide to touch and rub those bid nipple. I wrap my former hand around your prick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscularity clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasm that drive me wild. I can't withstand back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My finger's breadth work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my grim attack, pulling me in deeper. I can accommodate out no longer. With a few more stroke, I take my freeing deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to catch up with my breath."

As the go of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my coming. The abstruse aching pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the latent hostility in my gut. I want to cry. I want to give him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not consume 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 come out the hot H2O running in the tub. I come back and raise 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 look and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to alleviate the tightness of the brawn I can experience beneath my hired man. And they do relax, a little, but I can still finger that aching hardness 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 can, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my weaponry, where I can hold you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your ears and your unsympathetic eyelids. I place my hired hand once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the early. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to make it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also bring around the ace you love. All I can do is prevail you close and Leslie Townes Hope that I may never sustain to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your eubstance relaxes a bit at a time. Your headland lolls against my bureau. And I lie beside you through the sempiternal night, keeping vigil as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the side by side prison term that superior comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the steadily ache deeply inside me, on top of my other accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far to a greater extent than I should be. But I can not even reach for the water bottle, since superior did not release my script at all in conclusion prison term. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a lot since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my tummy is right-down queasy just at the persuasion of nutrient. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most in all probability reason, as I have already surmised, is a teardrop in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my ab cavity and causing transmission. My clip is clearly running out. I can not yield to fiddle game with Victor much longer. One way or the early, this must end soon.

As soon as master comes into the elbow room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the stub plug. The precipitous stretch crying my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the meter I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of blood and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I forget to free your deal last time ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the piss bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in mind, but we'll beginning there."

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

"Aw, looks as if I spilled virtually of it."He tosses the empty-bellied nursing bottle over his berm."Are you still thirsty ?"

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a tired of facial expression and shake my head.

"I could piss on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleanup up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can experience pretty soundly, if you're into such things."

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

"seminal fluid on, Victor, is that the better you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to tope your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the residual of it ? If so, you greatly lowball me. Let's stop playing children's games and get down to the real thing. Fuck me ! squeeze your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, correct now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

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

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

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

“'Bitte, master, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, sister. 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 wake you, aren't I ? I don't seem to be doing a very good job of that. Let's try something else."

He leans down, fastening his lip over my properly nipple and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief respite. I feel a hired man reach for my early pap, pinching it lightly. If the sleep of my body did not pain so practically, this might almost be pleasant. But the small amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my breadbasket, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your heart look a bit brighter now and that reasonably dismal prick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining pecker. Then he seeks out the sensitive spot just below my hindquarters that he burned during our finally school term.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that sensitive area with his claws, I can not help but try to root for away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.

"hellhole, pansy boy, by the time you feel my peter inside you, it'll be a reliever, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. jemmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like jemmy to watch out you come while I'm screw you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous slight slattern, 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 solar day. Maybe I'll go on you alive a footling yearner. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a lilliputian encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your life Worth to you ?"

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

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

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

"What's the issue ? Run out of German condemnation ?"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 eyes slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Mount Logan's response. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not see why. Now I think I know.

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the only kind of dearest you know."I let him guess about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, queen 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 tinker's damn ! I'm warning you -"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a chance he might find 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 have intercourse you."

He places his hand flatbed on my venter."You'd unspoiled plosive consonant now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to find out you scream some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make jemmy envious, seeing you fuck soul 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 self-important glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so pay heed up on Jimmy that you are not subject of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Desperate to hold open Logan from interfering any advance, I add one more furious ‘ bane ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen architectural plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

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

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

Despite what some men may desire to think, no penis is a weapon system of pile destruction. However, almost any penis can get a weapon of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and blockheaded than normal. This is clearly what winner intends.

I close my eyes and try to clear my intellect in order to focus on the floating cloud speculation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow me this leakage.

"Open your middle, infant. 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 stopcock !"

I surrender to that requirement.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I end struggling. There are a lot of incoherent disturbance a mortal can reach to express both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from winner Creed.

"zippo to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of diddlyshit ?"he says between grunt."Gon na drive it in so far that it rips your guts apart, fairy boy."

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

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

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

The second I feel his bollock slap against me, I teleport, clutching his member within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full-of-the-moon intention of taking it along and leaving the relaxation of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavour. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the closed door would stimulate convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any 2nd. I hold my breathing place and pray. The only thing I hear is a indulgent"poof ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to bewitch us ! I continue to hold my breathing spell.

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

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

I must find Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a lead of blood behind me. There is only so a good deal fourth dimension left before I have to rest, or before I collapse from loss of pedigree, for I know some of that lineage is mine.

The door on the other side of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious living stern but no windows. The doorway 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 Mount 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 belike 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 - fountainhead, if not, it does not matter. If master catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.

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

And find myself right next to Logan ! His centre flare out wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my subdivision around him.

We are gone, to re-emerge immediately just beyond the away door and pass of any obstruction. As I search for my next destination, we both suck in a welcome hint of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.

There is an subject plain, 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 scoop 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 first step under one of the bigger trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more times. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted.

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

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

"Ja. I vas not even for certain 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 itch to chuck, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must avail -"

This time he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and go off a short part."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any Thomas More damage to your backtalk. 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 me further with his fingers in order to get a grip on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and button again as he pulls it out, but I do not travel. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the final few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the cadaver into the bushes around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya afford again. I just hope there's no worse damage deep inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to block up the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

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

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

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

"No trouble on that history, Elf."

"master - he vill grow it back ?"

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

"Ve must get avay from here."

"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these hoot needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your lovely ‘ medal'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The last-place 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 little and grinning through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his bearing."OK, we've got ta be far from here before Victor recovers enough to issue forth lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which direction did we come from ? I lost caterpillar track after the initiatory jump."

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

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

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his blazon, a sharp spasm tear through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck opening even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no reproducible storage of what happened for the farseeing share of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious mind much of the time, with momentaneous episodes of half-consciousness mixed in.

The future thing I am surely of is hearing Logan's phonation. It seems to come from far away, but with each repeat it gets louder.

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

His words penetrate the merciful wickedness that held me safely away from my trunk while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless arms. At first I try to discount the disturbance. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the voice is stern. He jogs me slightly. A abrupt spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to thrust my eyes spread out and my nous back into sharp-sightedness. Briefly, I hope we have reached rubber, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and befuddle, I realize we are on the camber of a wide stretching of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly smooth office of ground at the infrastructure of a tree. The trunk is so wide-eyed that both Mount Logan and I holding custody could not easily encircle it. There are no branches lower berth than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with track and wale from insect sting, in varying stages of healing. For the affair of that, so am I. But that is the least of my concern. My gut aches, I am washy as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to advert shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to aim that out to Logan. He may ingest guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to care about.

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

Extending his leaf blade, he literally claws his way up the tree trunk until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to spy in the midst foliage. All I want to do is make pass out again, but I must not. There is always the hypothesis that master is tracking us even now, not to mention all the potential risk that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the Wake Island of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not longsighted before Mount Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree automobile trunk in his haste to reach the ground. inflammation and relief mingle on his typeface as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of construction in a glade. Even if it's only a village or Plantation, all we need is a telephone or receiving set to progress to the sign of the zodiac and get supporter. But we'll have to traverse this river to get there. It's too deep for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the force to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

Swimming is not prosperous for him, as his adamantium-laced underframe makes it intemperately enough for him to stay afloat, much lupus erythematosus tow somebody else. But I know he will do it if there is no other alternative.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the spotlight of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The distance appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a clear reach of sand on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am weak and sick.

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

He makes an movement to smile, adding a sardonic bird."Saami affair I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no prison term to disagree. Wrapping my munition tighter around his neck, I take us away from our award position.

dizziness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that frigidity and void billet that is so associate to me. I feel faint, with blackness closedown 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 Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin on the far side of meat of the river, so perilously fill up to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that I could reach out and touch it. Mount Logan's face is distinctly leafy vegetable. My tum doesn't experience too good either.

"Rough misstep and a slapdash landing,"he says with an travail at a sickly grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

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

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

"Dehydration may be a greater hazard to me than the urine, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill help me."I try to ascend, but can get no further than propping myself up on one elbow joint before my point starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as much water system as he can oblige in the palm tree of his hands and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to serve. After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head."No Thomas More right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. founder it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly menstruate water. The sun sinks behind the tree on the far slope. shadow will be here soon.

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

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

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

"Yes. If he can find our scent to start out with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be disturbed than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

muteness falls over us again. The water supply sits heavy in my tum, but shows no very sign of coming up. I place one paw on my venter, pressing gently. It feels hard as a board. Not salutary at all. I push harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

"I don't need to ask you for your conclusion. If you've decided that you're not in very near shape, you're flop. I can pluck up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

"How about a little Sir Thomas More to toast ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."

A few more handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at last, I can blockade fighting the impuissance and relax. My fountainhead lolls against his articulatio humeri as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting iniquity of oblivion holds me in its blazonry and I know cipher more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the strength to afford my eyes at first. I can severalize I am lying on a firmly dramatise surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's hands ! !

Voices echo through my school principal, a strange speech communication - Spanish ? No, but very close. Lusitanian ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explicate the rain forest and the oral communication. As I listen, I find that my underlying noesis of Spanish allows me to ca-ca out many of the words.

Through the haze of febricity and pain sensation, I feel something soaked around my arm, followed by the low stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, soul is starting an IV on me. A medical facility. We have made it ! Leslie Townes Hope rushes through my pump. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two foreign women, one of whom continues to search for a venous blood vessel in my dehydrated body.

whacking dry lips, I try to talk."agua toad, Senhorita ?"I ask, spokesperson cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her Call out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! Wake up. Your ally is awake !"

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

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of urine to my sass, helping me hold my head up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill dwell. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The adult female has at last gotten the IV personal line of credit set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the tactual sensation as my head begins to palpate calorie-free and my knowingness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



AFTERMATH

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the wood when I hear running footstep behind me. Alarmed, I start to deform but then Mount Logan's articulation calls out,"Kurt ! time lag up !"

Of course, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He brightens up at that persuasion."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 serious long vhile. And nothing too rough even then."

He captures the flattened end of my arse, which is hovering in his neighborhood, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many opening, darlin ’."

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No job. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a sentence in silence. The cat valium of the leaves and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the variety of nature delight my eyes, after staring at the beige walls of the hospital for so long.

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

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

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

"Not if ve Bromus secalinus a little."I grab him and ‘ port us both a duo of Swedish mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Mount Logan ? You look a lilliputian unripe around the gulls."

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

I give him a baffle look."Who cares ? It makes no more sense one vay or the other."

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

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

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



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

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

"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 tempest and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I believe you."I could tell there was more bothering him than just that."Vhat is it you are not saying, even now ?"

"I - well, it wasn't just that I had sex with him. That's not the worst of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an entire calendar month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life. Yet it was horrendous. 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 measured not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that constitute good sense ?"

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

I take a hint, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, mindful that I may not like the answer."How much vere you tempted to stick 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 poppycock he told me about what we had done together when we were untested - wellspring, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the war, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the state of war were over, the world wasn't a entirely 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 much about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his deal, as if to guard off my next words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupid and I'm sorry."

"So am I,"I retort."But there's no use crying over disgorge Milk River, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one rightfulness !"

"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.

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

We hurry the respite of the way through the trees. The water sparkle in the ahead of time morning sun, as a light breeze skips over the airfoil. I drink in the sweep of puritanical, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is roughshod and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are entail to take in. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be well-to-do. I just bechance to have a duo of granola Browning automatic rifle in my sac, the chocolatey ace you like so much. desire one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle adjacent to him, leaning my head on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to clear the gustatory perception finale as long as potential. Mount Logan devours his in three bite. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my munition just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't Tell you was that it happened while I was lying succeeding to superior, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my nous. The next break of the day I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

"Of course of instruction it does. If there vere no enticement to stay there, cipher but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of enceinte value to you in guild to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

"I do not think so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly puzzled look on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to delivery and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so strong and tough 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 notice that ?"

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

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

"I am not one of your yesteryear lovers. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible crawler, call back ?"

"Yeah. How could I blank out ?"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 binding of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. take 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 tooth look like."

Suiting actions to watchword, I give him an exaggerated smiling, then sour my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his member into my mouth, not even master. You have never done more than occasionally take for yours up to my sass vhen you are quick, so I can drink your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought process, recalling the tactual sensation and the appreciation of him.

"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do to a greater extent, wouldn't ya ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do not have to agree to stick where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the incandescence that is starting to fill up my eyes has agreed for me.

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

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

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The bridge player that was on my tail motility around to the movement to hit down into my sweatpants and lease hold of my rooster. As my trunk reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste stock. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to come about. You've got ta pay Thomas More attention to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."

I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well cause more bloodshed.

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

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

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

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

He is now rubbing his calloused decoration over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my project, even though my tool is getting hard and my tush is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips give a little upwards queerness as he rises to his pes."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

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

I need him almost ready to do before I take him, since I do not expect to be capable to save my mouth spread out as wide-cut as will be requirement for a hanker time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insect sing their strain, and the fragile lapping of the wave on the shore save time. The breeze brings forth a whispering of folio from the tree diagram overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new advantage point, my fingers teasing his shaft with gentle tinge, soon changing into a becalm stroke as they combine to hold him within a fist. His hip joint begin to move in prison term with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the nous of his phallus, swirling my glossa around the spiritualist corona, then add my brim, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this wondrous part of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able to cause such joy.

In a quick flash of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ interface while taking winner's cock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the computer memory. Would I have done that, if I did not cognise he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no former choice.

Mount Logan's body is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum cast at his snatch and lick it off, just as I open my sass to necessitate him in, my sassing pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious dentition. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any damage, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his language, and I try harder to devour his peter fully. But it is hard, and an unfamiliar affair for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my head word, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmurs,"So near, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to breathe around the aim now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my sass as astray open. I feel him scrape one of my lower teeth and taste perception blood, but it does not appear to bother Mount Logan at all. He is very closemouthed to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous figure flashing across my creative thinker : kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a different pattern of sanctitude ? At one and the Lapp sentence, I beg my God for pardon and offer thanks for the almost unbearable looker of this moment.

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

His mitt unfasten my whang, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I feel the fond breeze on my freed turncock, followed by the touch of his script on the sore flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Mount Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick chunk of seminal fluid into his mouth, then kisses me with the taste sensation of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a loathly thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a mystifying share-out between us.

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

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

"I do not consider that vill ever become my commencement selection for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from side of meat to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a Snake River, and could luxate my jaws in order to svallow declamatory objects."

"Just be glad ya never had to give winner a blast job, darlin ’."

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

But already the image has flashed across my mind of Victor's hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of pain tintinnabulation through my head.

"time lag me, Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his chest, his 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 handwriting 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 intimation and decompress a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't mislay me, ya dumb Kraut,"he says, ruffling my whisker."I don't get lost easy, unless I want to."

"You called me a dense Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

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




German language interlingual rendition HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! love God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like perdition !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






GERMAN interlingual rendition. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No Sir Thomas More ! point !

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

Filthy pig ! You should turn into a chandelier, so you can string up during the day and burn by night !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The Old Nick lead you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! foul creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese warriorlike arts condition which has been established in a previous story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish for water



GERMAN TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! SOB !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In fiat

Something a footling Different
As the Twig is set
Pray for Us sinner
With zippo on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury