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

Translation of German language actor's line or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to lay down the signification fairly clear in context.




perdition HATH NO FURY. ..


With many thanks to Stefani, who not only proofreads 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 part where Mount Logan and I would live happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my judgement and I open my eyes, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.

last-place thing I can think back, we were sitting at our usual table at the local anaesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another one-half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his stakes again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any case, there was a subdued"poof"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some kind of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the edges and the floor was coming up to meet me fast.



HELL HATH NO hysteria

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my middle surface. I am in a belittled room with bright lights, austere white wall, no windows,
and only one doorway. I can see the binding of a rather bulky man standing near one of the paries, looking at a reckoner screen. Above his chief there are six large monitors, which are all dummy. He has not yet noticed that I am witting, so I remain still and quiet in order to measure my situation.

I am lying on my binding on a house but padded aerofoil. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally raw, with some sort of simplicity around my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles, which hold my script down by my slope and my leg straight but slightly overspread apart. My tail is pulled down between my wooden leg, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and hard fastened around my neck opening. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to raise my headspring, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the gimmick does not encircle my full neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

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

Yes, but that only gets me off of this board, 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 wall. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am bequeath to teleport screen and engage my opportunity. Not a adept bet, even under the skilful of circumstances.

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious muscle, dark hair, black eyes. He even has the same variety of spendthrift sideburn that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki-Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit little than Logan's. His hair is also forgetful, and it has begun to fall behind slightly at his tabernacle. His face is more squared off, with heavier lower jawbone. His olfactory organ is straightforward, but prominent.

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

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to actualize that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big jeopardy. smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to thrum 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 to keep a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The solution is wide-eyed : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the clock time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the damn things. I'd rather do it the old-hat way and figure out how to trance and hold the particular mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. shuffling for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty grinning again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the regulation of this game, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one hired hand and decimal point a remote control twist toward the blank monitors. All six screens come to life, showing me figure of speech of Mount Logan from dissimilar angle and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagle and stark naked in the midriff of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in place by a curiously-designed organisation of heavy control and metallic element taproom. He is bleeding from legion cut and slashes and assorted early wounds, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His top dog sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, babe. He can't hear you. The picture 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 deliver me from having to declaim the convention over again to him."

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

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

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

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold Jimmy, since his chela can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can broaden them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have got been easy enough to simply insure his forearms and script back plane against a wall, so that he couldn't use his pincer to cut himself escaped, but I wanted him in a posture that gave me approach to his body from all counselling, not just the social movement. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his weapon system from above his human elbow to the ends of his outspread digit, you'll notice that his claw, if he bothers to extend them, would lean slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the roof athletic supporter. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever story I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even set aside him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a suddenly chain connecting the handcuff around his ankle to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to strain far enough to kick me. On the early manus, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

After a immediate glance in Logan's steering, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know Jimmy's abilities well enough to design that organisation, I've also made it my business sector to get wind the limits of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this office is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many candid blank in the area 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 surroundings. And even if you did, jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar edifice, far enough away so that it's out of ocular mountain chain and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might determine it eventually, but that would take time, Thomas More time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can blow up either or both of them from a mastery panel in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary dud mounted beneath the floor right under your boyfriend and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly shoot a line him into so many pieces of flaming soundbox 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 botch up up your little buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your expression when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken supererogatory precautions with you. There are sensing element in your constraint that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the bombs in both building. You might save your own lifespan by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree diagram or a versant. And Jimmy will still be dead.

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

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

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

Giving each of us a buttocks face, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavor to get away and you're stillborn, you'll get to observe the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make jimmy sidesplitter, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how very much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the ikon ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the monitor, I can see a spirit of sudden torture come over Mount Logan's face.

The man gives a mystifying chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen door, addressing Mount Logan."What's the subject, Jimmy ? Don't want your footling ally to sleep together what went on between us ? Don't want him to recognise how we were screwing around together for over a calendar month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"

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

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His finger grab my chin and turn my face toward him. He shakes his caput as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be sort of cute, if not for those dentition. Let's have a closelipped feel, shall we ?"

He takes clutch of my lour jaw and opens my mouth, turning my top dog from one side to the other and surveying my horrendous mouthful of teeth. They are not my best characteristic and I am acutely mindful of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my blue teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a knight whose teeth are being examined to be sure the creature is not sure-enough and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets unfit when he uses his thumb to finger along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite acute, especially the ones in the midriff. He presses his riff down on the stage of the penetrative 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 sting his prick between those dentition is either very brave or very jerky. I'm no coward, but I'm no fool either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its wholeness, boy."

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

He gives a short laughter."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparability. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific byname. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't flavor like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the colouration. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my little blue poof boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even ennoble that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. surmise I'll joystick to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to address you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's superior. superior gospel, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's blood brother. well, half-brother. Same father, different mother. I'm a lot like him in many manner. The same healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

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

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

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

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not care to feature this picky particular inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Shirley Temple looking glass, poise and smooth. Should feel really good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hand to run the needlelike tips of his hook teasingly along the wrinkle of the scar on my broken abdominal cavity, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice cock, even if it is puritanical and kind of on the scrawny side."Then he looks a short closer."What's this ? A fancy petty mark. You've even had it decorated. Was that jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very corking and pretty. How did you earn them come out so precise ? Scars can mend in boggy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very coherent, as long as I take care vith the cutting. Even scar from hurt do not make too lots of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the sand to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, fairy boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered prick, which still has not made up its psyche whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. Thomas More to take on with. And speechmaking of playing, let me show you a unique feature of this table you're lying on. Like jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other 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 sides, control and all, then refastened wherever master wants them. The chasteness even adjust the Angle while they move, so that the soles of my feet come down as he bends my branch. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my groundwork almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to inquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, infant. All I'm doing is trying to get some thought of what you can pick out without incurring any serious impairment, in rules of order to get a respectable idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a footling lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another barbarous grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be thankful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the smaller tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a deprivation for wrangle, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A impudent remark at this clock time could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a fiddling, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels sound and I know he is correct about relaxing. All decent, I will collaborate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to quantify me in this way, it would be better to stimulate him underestimate what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw marker on your backrest, fairy boy. jimmy may call up you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a clock time, but keeping tablet on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to compact up his things and hike back to the penny-pinching town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a short longsighted by offering to tell him about his past.

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

The Logos hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my disgrace, my penis decides it just might enjoy the feeling, and I can tell that my oculus are beginning to burn. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his regard as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my side back.

"out-of-doors your middle, poove boy,"he orders me."Do it, or jemmy will pay the price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your oculus get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interesting outcome. 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 to a greater extent to play with on an uncut penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a while but actuate it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will pass. My phallus will continue to become engorged, trying vainly to push the read/write head barren of my seize foreskin.

"This would be a good time for me to tell you how a good deal fun jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to take heed all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the finally thing I would care to get wind, for it would preserve to come alive me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather barbarous things, while I lie there trying hard not to writhe in pain as my cock stiffens promote. 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 kind 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 string no thing what happened. Think about that for a while, fairy boy."

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the mental image it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might minify my rousing.

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and lets go. One sort of painful sensation 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 sharp energy. I am beginning to approach my limit, as far as the width goes. In order to stool him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my anatomical sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

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

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

A frown Cross his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should induce noticed it from the emphasis. I hate High German. defeat a shitload of them in the hold out cosmos War. Wouldn't brain killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

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

"Please, Victor, no -- no more. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not sympathize simple German. Or he wants to have me call up he does not sympathise it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Mount Logan is reacting to my unmistakable pain by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, master notices this."What's the matter, little brother ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to plow on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, infant, and split you aright open, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your meritless ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not order him no, as my strong shaft would clearly point it to be a lie. winner examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as lots notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't headache about that natural event, since I don't do assuage very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to abide next to me, readjusting the tabular array so that my legs are again flat down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one manus on my chest and begins to delineate the scrape with the period of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the discussion."I would never have been able to open all this stuff, except that some very rich and very mighty common people hired me to take down the dreaded Gulo luscus. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to kill Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just hold him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But Jimmy and I can hire ourselves out to some other equally knock-down sept and be safe. Or at least as safety as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positions his nipper around the areola, pricking just enough to describe pedigree."Now listen, and listen dear. If you behave well, I can loose up one of your coat of arms so that it's on a unforesightful concatenation. That way, you can get hold of the water nursing bottle I've got on a ledge under the tabular array along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to throw 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. see ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even presume to recoil for fear it would drag those points through my pulp."If you're lying to me, bear in mind that jemmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to mention being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claw pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short circuit duration of concatenation to the metallic element handcuff around my left wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, baby, just like I promised. Reach around under the table and try it out."

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

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na will you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the sound recording so you and jimmy can talk matter over. I'm not going to tell you what sentence it is, or even whether it's day or dark. And I'll come back to call in either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little More fun."

He clicks the outback control as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the door will only exploit by a articulation command from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very win over mimic. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some gimcrack password at the door. There is only silence in the way, as Mount Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist joint, replacing the feeding bottle and then testing the length of strand again. I can accomplish most of the way to my typeface and a fiddling way down below my hips.

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

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me jogged memories in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little vendetta. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

I take a breath and exhale, trying to ban the palpitation that threatens my voice."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 enjoin 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 look at me."But maybe you should. It's my flaw you're in this passel. I fucked up big time. I never should receive told him about you."

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his promontory in self-disgust."I should make known. We fought for genuine when I told him. I had a fortune to wipe out him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the alone window I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might befall to you."

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to depend at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the detail immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your love, overpower my concern. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for cipher else ?"

"No topic vhat happens, I vill never blame you for this. It is winner's doing, not yours. I vould rather die here vith you, than live in refuge 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 appear to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false misery in my voice. If victor is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at expression value and believe our situation is hopeless.

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

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

"I shall beg that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan promise to deliver me. That will put victor's direction on him as a potential saviour, rather than me. That could come in handy later.

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

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

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

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

"trade good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take advantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since Victor could return at any fourth dimension. The LE ve talk of evasion vhen he may be listening, the better."That final part is for winner's ears, More than Logan's

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




By the meter winner income tax return, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but undecomposed than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the turnup around my wrist into its seat by my side. Then he faces Mount Logan on the monitoring device."I'll leave the audio frequency on, Jimmy, if you keep your oral cavity shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

master turns his tending back to me.

"We're going to wreak nice this clock time, my little profane fagot. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a digit over my lips. When I try to work my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my sassing with his rima oris, his tongue pressing tough, seeking entry. He must suffer forgotten about my dentition. I open my mouth slightly. When he tries to iron out his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not heavily enough to do serious 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 stinging slap.

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

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the hint of his claws rest against the base of my scrotum."It would gain to a greater extent sentience for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to draw lineage."I think you can imagine what would happen if I closed my fist right field now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

"I vould very belike bleed to decease. And your little biz vould be over almost before it began."

"Are you so trusted of that ?"He comprehend his claws a lilliputian deeper. I wince, but do not try to root for away, as that would just do More damage.

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

My comment has clearly displeased him. His center narrow dangerously.

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure I like that. Does jemmy take this sort of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, measured not to say anything.

"Score one for the blue fairy,"winner says cheerfully."No more threat of immediate Death. However,"-- his dear humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tonicity it down some, you'll be feeling some quick painfulness. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a interrogation. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is fearsome to find so vulnerable. Naked does not devil me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not think I have felt so helpless before someone else since I was a youngster, before I could teleport. But I must not let my awe appearance. This man would have intercourse exactly how to use it to break me.

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

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

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to hold in my traitorous heart, my shame deepens. I do not need to love what he is doing to me, and that is especially reliable as I know Logan is watching.

His digit reach my privates. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a decelerate, steady regular recurrence, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that fellow flip begin rich inside me. No ! I try to fight back 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 squeamish and hard now. Keep it up, baby. Come for me. bear witness me how lots you like what I'm doing. show jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my dick and ball. I will ignore it. I will not derive. I will relax. I will cogitate of how much I hate his touch. I will reduce on that, zippo else.

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

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

This is not full. I want him to let me curse in German. How can I convert - 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 stressed or in pain. I do not do it deliberately."

"So you use that Boche 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, poove boy. I already know. Besides, I strongly suspect you're cursing me out, and you can't contumely 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 ‘ dogshit ’. I've heard it before."

I pretend to be even more appall, turning my heading away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people do. I only hope he knows very footling 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 terrible pinch, spitting out the run-in 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 Mount Logan's image in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Mount Logan's optic blink in sudden surprisal. He gives me a lowercase nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another insult. If I use simply German phrases that Mount Logan knows, I can pass with him and victor will not realize it.

I have barely begun to enjoy this tyke victory when master decides to modify tactics.

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

After a brief musical interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid quivering gets to the erotic brass endings like nothing 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, deeper, until it reaches that post inside and finally satisfies the growing titillation, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to arrive and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to tell him to go sleep together himself, but all I can do is groan in desperation. My second joint tremble and my total soundbox milk shake in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

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

I shake my head desperately, as if in reverence. His member is indeed rather bigger 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 make to put the real number thing into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth. My spine archway and my hip joint lift up from the board, involuntarily seeking to catch the beginning of that tantalizing genius.

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

He is in good order. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and ready to break. In a last desperate drive to prevent ejaculating, I tense every heftiness in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of golden joy turning my body into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no touch sensation of the slide of fluid through my phallus, as there should be, yet I tremble with the volume of the muscle spasm that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my feelings from winner as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to rise me untrue, I pretend goose egg has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to decompress as the volume of the joy subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a thing was possible !

Apparently, master does not sleep with it either, judging by his next remark.

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

I gather my scattered card and reply casually,"Now, master, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't grow me on."

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

"Oh, did I forget to severalise you they glow not only vhen I am ablaze, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My flavor is free-and-easy and calm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to break again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a crisp sapidity in the boldness. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head bit with the snow, to minimize the price. Even so, my lip split against the stage of my teeth.

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

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

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

"Since you don't seem to require to flirt my game 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 Victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the seconds between the metre he leaves here and the time he appears in the early way with Logan, in the hope that I can get some idea of how far away the other building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that winner's stride is roughly a meter long, that would prepare it around 12 cadence. naught warrant that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental numeration necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no selection but to look on Victor rape Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly concern that he can suffer Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as victor savagely bites and gouges his dupe as he does it.

Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to give orgasm as a outcome of Victor's action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the fad suffusing Victor's cheek and I am afraid. I want to tell Mount Logan to give in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a consideration in Mount Logan's subject. 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 final we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

Finally, master gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his posture changes, he takes a deep breathing time and seems to have got come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to give me your delight,"he growls, as he walks around in nominal head of Logan,"so I'm going to take you give me your pain instead."

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

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitor lizard shows a skinny up of Logan's low-pitched body. I can not tear my eyes away from it as Victor's claws extend and go in."thigh-slapper for me, little comrade. I want to get word it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to take heed it also."

There is victory in Victor's middle as he turns to face at me. His manus closes tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

victor's fingers take out downward, the keen claw cutting through bleeding anatomy slowly but inexorably. The derriere of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"period being the hard silent case, little brother. Unless you want to watch over me do this to your piece of ass buddy once I'm finished with you."

The claws finally dig in to the ballock as they continue to shred the scrotum. The dilate flesh at the butt gives way, leaving Victor holding Mount Logan's skewered lump in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

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

Logan throws his oral sex back and roars out his pain and despair.

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

His go along screams pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own hope alive. You know full well he will survive this.

Holding Logan's skewered balls up to the photographic camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the lineage gush down from Logan's jetty, I swear to myself that the last laughter will be mine, no affair what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the display, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to get out my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him enough that I can get a suitcase on his forearm with my fingernails and shoot down out a chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the furor electrocution in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand moves toward my brass. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp chela touches each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can breathe again.

He takes the removed controller from his pocket."There. I've shut off the sound both ways. You can lie here and watch while jemmy heals, but you can't lecture to each other."

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

He is in good order. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so much to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is whole again. It is nothing shortsighted of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a role. However, it does direct time and he is clearly suffering a considerable sum of money of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

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


. .. LIKE A mutant SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slack out of my left hired hand restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last clip, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sad you did that. I don't like it when my victim refuse to have me what I want. This time, you're not going to have a choice."

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

"Now, how do I need to configure things ?"He glances from me to the admonisher."Let's let jimmy take heed, but not see what's going on or be able to give himself heard."He sets the control."Do we want to be able to see his reactions ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The admonisher go black.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you have in mind ?"

"If you don't know what I mean, then I have my answer."He holds up a strange-looking gimmick."Consider this to be a eruditeness experience. This is a reddish blue baton. It can do some interesting things."

It does not look particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a sort out meth globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable's length. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very small interlingual rendition of those plasma globes in science museums, where the twinkle follow your fingers around on the surface of the world.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my justly nipple, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small sparks jumping between the scepter and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The heftiness of my chest tighten in arousal, and my nipples get taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter electric arc jumps the gap. I gasp at the precipitous snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause material painfulness.

He moves the globe to my left hand English, giving it the Sami treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to twist around as I become more excite by the unusual feelings that are almost pleasance but also almost pain in the ass. No ! I do not want this to happen !

He begins to trace a line of fierce sensation 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 dead body arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the metal striation around my neck will tolerate. My dentition hold as I try to asphyxiate a groan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the twinkle move to one side, running down the interior of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my scurvy abdomen, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a opportunity to guess more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last academic term, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his shrieking.

With this range held firmly in my mind, my penis waver. I can secernate it is beginning to droop, despite the Muriel Spark still dancing across my body just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to work the same game we played hold up time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The light terpsichore rapidly up the length of my quill, then rivet on the end, striking my exhibit glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitch reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the lineage steadily dripping down to the trading floor, and the mass of his balls clutched in master's hired man. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my seawall, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this happen !

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

He leaves the room for a few proceedings, then comes back pushing a belittled go-cart with some sort of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it future to the bed and stop up it in. I do not like the tone of this. It is a metallic element box with several meters and assorted switches and push button on the front.

"Want to take a guess, sister ?"When I can not hail up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a wind : this is a medical device that's used to get semen from a man who can not ejaculate, for one reason or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

"Get the picture ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do harm, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate gland, you will blurt out, whether you want to or not. Does it feel skillful or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the solution to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't practically fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the investigation down on the cart.

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

He returns to the cart."Look, I'll even make it well-off for you by putting a picayune lubricant on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

I do not thank him. My intellect has run back to a infotainment I once watched about getting ejaculate from prize bulls. It did not look all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

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

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

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

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

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the utmost setting right from the firstly, keeping it on for a couple of seconds. Then repeat that until the want results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too quick for me, so I'll starting line at the lowest setting and ferment my way up. That should dedicate you a chance to bask the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safety on you to hoard your cum."

At beginning, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not live on. I am proven right after only a few increases in superpower. There appears to be a level where the tactile sensation of tingling excitement and balmy tensing of the muscles changes into the brawniness clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to smart. I know electricity can get Burns, but surely a medical gimmick meant to be used on mankind would stop short of that. Each time now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the electric current, the spasm become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire gloomy body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself pant, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

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

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this struggle and I know it. My cry get tacky and longer each time, until finally I can not stop my soundbox from reacting.

"That's skillful, sister. A few more times and you should be fairly well empty out."

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a good one. Just a dyad more and we'll be done."

By the metre he stops, my muscles are cramping and my legs and tail are pulling hard against their chasteness. I whimper as crying run from my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I look daggers at him. I want null Thomas More than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, 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 Logan's elbow room that is supposed to be powerful enough to shoot down someone with that same healing divisor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to withdraw 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 thinking. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up about of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse 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 plough into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, pansy boy. That sounded nasty. guesswork you're pretty wild at me."The hand on my paunch variety into fingertips pressing hard on the sensible pressure points along the top of my pubic pearl. I try to squirm away from the botheration, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, child, louder ! Oh tinker's dam, yeah !"

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

"That was real nice."His brim quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me nominate Jimmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the scope on the monitoring scheme. I can see the passion on Logan's human face and take heed his ragged breathing.

"Maybe jemmy'll have enough sense to give me what I want powerful 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 cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his solitary reply.

Victor snarl. I hear the pawl of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to jimmy, but he won't be able to see or learn you."

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



As I had feared, Mount Logan again chooses to be just as disobliging as I was. If he could have heard me, I would have told him to consecrate winner what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to turn out a point.

So once again, I can do cipher but watch and heed as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a crap, running it up a little at a time, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of course, he is made to blurt out several times, just as I had been. I do not know if the electric current was enough to stop his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

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


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

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

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

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

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

"near of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my result hired hand."I vill toast it all, for the rice beer of the office that is his."

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am indisputable he is going to kill me with his bare bridge player. Then he storms out the room access, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

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

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


Finally, the monitors and talker come back on. I can see Mount Logan hanging in his chasteness, with multiple bleeding slashes down the insides of both second joint. His typeface is set in a abominable grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am gladiola simply to be capable to see him and to eff he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and set about to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

"Took it in my mouthpiece then spat it into his face, because to the highest degree of it was his."Mount 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 suffer said that. I do not want victor to even think that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been able-bodied to hold back him from making me come."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do not have sex how to respond to that, considering that Victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.

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

"Never say that ! It is not on-key !"

Mount Logan shakes his straits in self-renunciation, but he does not press the point.

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to man by Victor's bomb ? You may be firmly to pop, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many composition, and those patch were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main item."Promise me, Elf. I need to know that you'll save up yourself, if at all possible."

I do not like to promise such a thing, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want master to do it that.

"I vill do everything vithin my power to save 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 look on Mount Logan's face, I know my solvent does not entirely satisfy him. He also does not desire to recall I have given up.

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

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

Victor's voice comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two budgie. succeeding matter I know, you'll be professing your unending erotic love and veneration to each other. Enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and sound. We are alone, with nada but our thoughts, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough theme of how it might be potential to get off, there are still a few matter I must know before I dare try it. There are too many unknown, and besides, it involves doing something I would favour not to bear to do.

In the secretiveness and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the hope that I can suppose of a better way out of here. I try not to dwell too a good deal on my eventual lot, if I can not escape, nor on Logan's, but it is backbreaking to keep such considerations out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will front it as bravely as I can. If there is naught beyond death, 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 trust that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and worship, despite my many doubt and interrogative. Either way, I can not quetch.

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

Every sentence victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my approximation range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a secernate edifice, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be excessive overkill to sustain two buildings, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be inconceivable from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two tell construction, the threat of a bomb that could kill Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill superior also.

I can take a shit a bumpy speculation as to how spacious the paries of these suite are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme point of placing large physical object outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the field just beyond the room access. Beyond that, I do not get it on what is directly outside of this building, or if the outside door is locked.

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




It seems a long time before Victor restoration. As usual, he wastes no meter fastening my wrist back down.

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

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claw, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thigh, then next to my scrotum, then around my disclose anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very little pressure. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not have a go at it the revulsion those severe hook could do, I would feel this quite arousing. I close my eye, wishing it were Logan's digit teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my buns, where the lightest touch sends shivers of desire up my backbone. Ja, there ! There !

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

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

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

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

But now he is running his pincer down the under surface of my tail, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to refer my buttocks, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my body. After all, my tail can hold my weight and do scads of other fairly arduous thing, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me find very vulnerable. It is so easy for soul to snaffle me that way, as I can not see what is happening behind me.

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

"How vould you recognize ?"

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

I was afraid he would say that. The substantially I can do is try to explain away my fear as something else, if I want to cast him off the running. Whether it is forcible or psychological, it is not good to let a sadist know you have a weakness.

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

"I think I'll try a short experiment here, queen boy. I just happen to feature this nice leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy things more than if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too good. I can see naught, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the kind of apprehensiveness this creates, as some of my childhood client did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to acquire it is sorry than it truly is, especially if your tormenter deliberately tries to make you imagine so. However, knowing this does not make me feel a unit lot better about it.

I feel a discriminating prick down near the end of my stern, just above the metal band that holds it down.

"How would you like another fancy scar, babe ? I could use this scalpel to make one in good order here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to deem still, as my natural reaction would be to scald my poop away and out of danger.

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

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

"Since your keister is so scraggy and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker role, where there's more meat to process with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

Now he is rightfield up near where my rump begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the lagger he gives me this fourth dimension hurts.

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

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

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

Whatever he has in his hand, he presses it down against my peel in a horizontal line across my tail.

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

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

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's articulation shouts from the loudspeaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a acerate leaf of some variety !"

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

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my trivial game. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to check me use this needle on your blue friend here, in a tight way than I had originally planned."

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fagot boy, I've got a whole selection of them. respective lengths and various gauges. You do know that the high the number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll Begin with something minuscule, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up in high spirits as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the fondness needles that have decorations on them."

"Decorations ?"This conception is new to me.

"Yep. They've got affair like - no, I won't tell you. It will be a surprisal 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 haphazardness, as if he is sorting through a collection of small metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge phonograph needle, baby, the pocket-size sizing I have."His fingers move to the very end of my poor tail, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."cargo deck still now. There's not a lot of on the loose skin for me to bring with."

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

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

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

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly zilch to call about.

He works his way slowly up the duration of my buttocks, informing me each time when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the clip he is close to the stead where my tail meets my body, we are up to the 18 gauge one. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other phonograph needle that are still in place.

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

fountainhead, at to the lowest degree he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes storage area of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scrape."This is an 18, but it has a very skillful decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

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

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

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

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't concern, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very unforesightful. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chortle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to come up."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic pain in the ass turns into real pain in the neck, so don't fuss to try to lead on me. I've learned to pass judgment that edge very closely, because I can smell the deviation. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may sweep it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my center and look down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed palm attached to each of the needle. Two shiny red nerve grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short train of bead dangles from the tip of my soaked penis. All the way down the duration of my tail there are other similar things : the range of a function of a bantam cat, several form of flowers, a iris, a few little feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly stroke. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"Well ?"master 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 center follow mine."What do you think, jemmy ? Didn't believe I had an esthetic run, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

winner snaps his digit and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a lowly blowtorch and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one more lilliputian thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handgrip."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's firing. Watch. I'll display you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the detail very briefly to the back of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit Sir Thomas More if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the point.

Why do I consider it is not going to be that easygoing for me ?

"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensitive post makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the stem of my tush and my anus.

"No ! Victor, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as telling as those scars down your backbone from jemmy's claws, 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 picayune decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to suit habituate to the painful sensation of the needle in my glans, not to note the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

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

Victor has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a round motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my entire groin. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, rim still clenched tightly.

His bridge player shifts to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his finger's breadth. Another potpourri of pain and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire begin to hold itself felt deep inside me. No ! Not now !

victor evidently decides that this would be a good fourth dimension to begin a conversation, as he asks,"doe jemmy ever let you get laid 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 early hand and squeezes tightly."Answer me when I ask a question, baby."

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

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

"Don't swordplay secret plan with me. You'll find I'm much better at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the tabulator, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a butt plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide-eyed and does not narrow down very lots before the erupt end, as it should.

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

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

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

He clenches one handwriting into a fist and holds it up in straw man of my face. Then he opens his fingers, claws extended as far as potential, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

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

"Your scream of transport would very quickly turn into a screech of excruciation, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your moxie around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's double."You look as if you've got something to say, jemmy. Here. I'll switch the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"winner, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

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

I shake my caput. He smiles and forces the fireplug harder against my distend anatomical sphincter. I am desperately trying to loosen up and swallow what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

I can get wind Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, Victor takes placard of him."I still want to hear the resolution to my question, jemmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the butt ballyhoo in the respite of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not suppress my howler. His grin becomes a wide smile.

Tears run down my human face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene names and threatens impossible forms of mayhem.

superior ignores us both.

"Keep that quid in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my legs. The strap between my legs is all-encompassing, but has an opening in the middle to allow for my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the widely part behind that be pulled tight between my fundament 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 observe you officious for a patch, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks really skillful seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice decorations make you look quite get. If I weren't so angry at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my left over script as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when victor appears in the other room. Even at a fasting run, he could not consume covered much length in such a unawares time. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the vitrine, there may well be bombs in both room that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so pudding head as to set them up so that I could be responsible for for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my chasteness that would detect my sudden absence seizure in Holy Order that some other sorting of LE deadly booby lying in wait would be sprung.

My speculations are cut scant as I see Victor stuff his clench fist into Logan's ass.

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

"Shut up now and pay care. Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my hand into him and then driving my claws through his moxie ?"

His smile is Sir Thomas More than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming side by side, and my heart cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, former than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his terror. At different angles and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Mount Logan's body so far that his hand opens a gash in his abdominal cavity. I watch in horror as he closes his hired hand around the intestine twisted between his fingerbreadth then pulls down and out.

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

Logan seeks out my centre with his own. I know I must wait totally overwrought, split flowing down my face and mother fucker racking my dead body. His lips form my gens, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would stimulate left any other man, with the potential exception of Victor, numb. He still appears decrepit and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is integral again and I can reasonably expect that his pillaged ab organs are in the process of regenerating.

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

For just a mo, I experience a penetrating pang of invidia for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain in the ass inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated Aspinwall does not hurt all that much until later, when infection sets in and the abdominal dental caries becomes septic. It could equally well be nil beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no foretoken of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not advertize out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the operose pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower part of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can relax and grant myself to open and extend, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to accommodate to before, even Logan's manus, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to master myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not end a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every clip my abused gut contracts hard against the contumely it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing cramp that I hear Logan's voice.

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

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

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

I can call up of nix he can do that would amend things in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

"Let him. I don't founder a damn in pit if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to love someone. Now stop over interruptin'me and close your eyes. digest on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. affect I've got a cock 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 horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me bass and cryptic into your body. I'm piece of tail you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can take heed me moaning with joy over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your branch, holding your hip joint tight against me, knowing I'm pain you, but wanting so a good deal to founder you pleasure, not pain in the ass. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay sane.

"I can see the locution on your face as you try to fit me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in boost, but you don't tell me to stop. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your prick is barely hard. Much as I want to turn over you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that rent me up inside, but I can't full point.

"It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to relish it also. One of my paw moves up to your bureau, my fingers spread wide to bear upon and rub those attendant nipples. I wrap my former hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed pussy. You gasp as your dead body responds. I can feel your musculus clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasm that drive me wild. I can't contain back. I can't - but I must, I must.

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

As the patch of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my sexual climax. The deep ache pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tautness in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But reality will not reserve 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 lav to start the hot water running in the tub. I come back and raising you up from our bed, carrying you in my munition then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to relieve the parsimoniousness of the muscles I can feel beneath my work force. And they do make relaxed, a little, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and wash you off with the shower attachment while the H2O runs down the drainage. I help you up and envelop you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilette, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can obligate you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the hint of your ear and your closed eyelids. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that mark that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to spend a penny it break. I long to heal you, but all I can do is cure myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to mend oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is have got you tightlipped and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your body loosen a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my pectus. And I lie beside you through the interminable night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something ill-timed. It is harder for me to consider straight, what with the steady ache deep inside me, on top of my other accumulated injury. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the weewee bottle, since Victor did not relieve my hired hand at all hold out time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a great deal since I have been here, I am not thirsty any longer. In fact, my belly is absolute queasy just at the thinking of solid food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid Colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal tooth decay and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not open to encounter games with winner much tenacious. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as Victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the butt hype. The abrupt stretch snag my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing abstruse inside. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the spate of pedigree and fluid.

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

I have caught my breathing place now, and the most recent bed 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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a repel face and agitate my head.

"I could pass water on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleaning up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can feel pretty thoroughly, if you're into such things."

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

"seed on, master, is that the ripe you can believe of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly underrate me. Let's stop performing youngster's games and get down to the real thing. fuck me ! stuff your shaft up my ass and see if you really can injure me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

He rests his hand low down on my abdominal cavity. 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 fingerbreadth trace across my belly, probing to witness the area that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left of center, I gasp.

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

I can barely curb a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, master, nein !"

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right nipple and sucking. At first, it feels overnice. I dare to slacken a bit and try to get myself under command during this sure as shooting abbreviated suspension. I feel a hand reach for my other pap, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not spite so a good deal, this might almost be pleasant. But the small amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into incisive spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that somewhat downhearted dick is getting harder and turning a gracious purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining dick. Then he seeks out the sensitive billet just below my tail that he burned during our finis seance.

"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 sensible country with his nipper, I can not help but try to pull away from him, even though I know full well that it is hopeless.

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

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

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

"I have been called vorse things."

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

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

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

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

"What's the matter ? Run out of High German condemnation ?"I just scowled."In any case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, pansy boy."

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

He does not desire me. He does not even care about me. I am only a cat's-paw in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"You love Jimmy,"I United States Department of State flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

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

"Shut up, queer boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a luck he might rule that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not resist the estimation that jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly do it you."

He places his deal flat on my stomach."You'd better stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you scream some more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do not bring 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 name into his face.

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

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any boost, I add one Sir Thomas More raging ‘ curse ’."flatness ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

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

"Makes it well-situated for me to get in literal mysterious, from this angle."He steps between my articulatio genus, holding up his hammer for me to see."If you're in such a rushing for this, pansy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may want to cogitate, no penis is a weapon system of deal destruction. However, almost any penis can become a artillery of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and stocky than formula. This is clearly what master intends.

I close my eyes and try to pass my intellect in order to focus on the floating becloud speculation that helped so practically when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow me this flight.

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

I shake my head.

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

I surrender to that demand.

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

As he did with the butt fire hydrant, 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 very much ! I can not go on quiet, nor can I intercept struggling. There are a lot of incoherent disturbance a soul can do to give tongue to both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from superior Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue musical composition of shit ?"he says between grunt."Gon na drive it in so far that it rips your guts apart, fairy boy."

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

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

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

The moment I feel his clod slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the wide intention of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the doorway of the elbow room, and actualize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any incertitude, the shrieking and cursing that reaches me even through the closed doorway would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my intimation and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"poove ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to get us ! I continue to hold my breath.

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

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

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

The door on the other slope of the Asaph Hall is ajar, revealing obvious livelihood quarters but no windowpane. The room access at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And find myself right future to Logan ! His oculus flare wide with surprisal and hope, as I wrap my subdivision around him.

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

There is an candid orbit, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be thick hobo camp. All right, the far end of the helipad is the outflank I can safely manage.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the flora, but I can see an opening under one of the larger Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I take us there. In this way, I teleport us respective more times. Each time, I grow sapless, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop over. My genu go feeble. Logan wraps an arm around my waistline 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 sure I could do such a thing, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to honk, as I realize what I have to do next."Mount Logan, you must help -"

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

My teeth go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to spread me further with his digit in parliamentary law to get a hold on the ragged and torn material body of superior's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not incite. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the conglomerate shock of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the President Bush around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his bridge player off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no worse legal injury mysterious inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can ascertain something to stop the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely certain there is more equipment casualty, 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 necessitate to know about that.

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No joke. Not now."I feel him spread my fanny and pack the soft, sticky message against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No worry on that bill, Elf."

"master - he vill grow it back ?"

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

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the distance of my tail, quickly pulling out the phonograph needle and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The end one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than than I had expected. A drop of stemma fountainhead up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a petty and smile through clenched teeth.

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

"About two klick, 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 munition around my neck, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his weapon system, a sharp cramp weeping through my guts. I cry out, hold close his cervix even harder, and then pass along out.

After that I have no consistent retentiveness of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the time, with evanesce episodes of half-consciousness fuse in.

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

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

His discussion penetrate the merciful swarthiness that held me safely away from my consistency while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying arms. At first I try to ignore the disturbance. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no care, just a fog of nothingness. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A penetrative muscle spasm of pain parts the drape of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my brain back into wakefulness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safe, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the banking concern of a wide-eyed stretch of water.

"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to scotch this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb 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 spot of dry land at the stem of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The trunk is so widely that both Logan and I holding hired man could not easily gird it. There are no branches lower than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with gash and wheal from insect bite, in varying stages of healing. For the subject of that, so am I. But that is the least of my concern. My gut ache, I am sapless as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly hungry, not to note shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our milieu. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not avail to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will allow for him in ignorance for now. He has enough to care about.

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

Extending his blades, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the scurvy branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick foliage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the hypothesis that superior is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may lurk in a jungle such as this. demise follows all too easily in the wake of nonperformance in such an environment.

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

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the superlative of building in a glade. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a sound or radiocommunication to pass on the hall and get help. But we'll have to foil this river to get there. It's too cryptic for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the strength to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to drown and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

swimming is not easy for him, as his adamantium-laced underframe makes it hard enough for him to continue afloat, much less tow soul else. But I know he will do it if there is no early choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the glare of Light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The space appears to be approximately three kilometer. I can see what looks like a make stint of guts on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am feeble and sick.

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

He makes an drive to smile, adding a sardonic snort."like thing I'd say about my ability to float across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no time to differ. Wrapping my weapon tighter around his cervix, I take us away from our salute position.

Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that coldness and discharge place that is so familiar spirit to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my sight. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own realism !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far side of the river, so perilously last to a tree that I could reach out and touch it. Logan's case is distinctly jet. My stomach doesn't feel too soundly either.

"Rough trip-up and a soggy landing,"he says with an effort at a sickly smile."But any landing place you can take the air away from -"

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

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

"dehydration may be a neat hazard to me than the water, right now. I vill take the opportunity, if you vill help me."I try to rise, but can get no foster than propping myself up on one elbow before my head starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as much water as he can book in the palm of his bridge player and holds it to my backtalk. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few More inadequate fistful, he shakes his head."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may discombobulate up. dedicate it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

"Yes. If he can find our aroma to begin with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be frantic than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

Silence falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my belly, but shows no tangible sign of coming up. I place one mitt on my abdominal cavity, pressing gently. It feels heavy as a board. Not proficient at all. I fight harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

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

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

A few more smattering of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at last, I can stop over fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of obliviousness holds me in its arms and I know nothing more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the strength to open my eyes at offset. I can tell I am lying on a gruelling padded surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's helping hand ! !

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

Through the haze of feverishness and pain, I feel something pissed around my arm, followed by the little stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical facility. We have made it ! hope rushes through my middle. I realize I am terribly athirst. I open my oculus, expecting to see Mount Logan's brass. No, just two strange char, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dehydrated body.

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

"Yes. right field away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her margin call out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! Wake up. Your friend is waken !"

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

The womanhood returns quickly and holds a glass of water to my lip, helping me hold my head up enough to subscribe a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill hold out. I think."

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

"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for veridical, but it vould wound too much."

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at survive gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my vein. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my head begins to feel luminousness and my cognizance fades.

"Mount Logan -"

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

I try to smile, but am not sure as shooting if I follow or not before I pass out.



AFTERMATH

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

Of path, I wait.

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

"I'm healing vell from the surgical operation and the transmission is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not call for to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some brightness level exercise vould be right for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

"It is so other, I vas sure you vould still be asleep and I did not vish to disturb you. Why are you up at this time of day anyvay ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in silence. The green of the leaves and crotch hair surrounding me seems brilliant than usual and the variety of nature delights my eyes, after staring at the beige walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

"Isn't that sort of far away for your low gear base on balls ?"

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

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

I give him a nonplus facial expression."Who cares ? It makes no more sentience 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 up him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the Tree. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere happy enough to be ‘ ported avay from superior's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I - well, it wasn't just that I had sex with him. That's not the risky of it. The speculative is that I loved it. I loved it so lots that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life. Yet it was atrocious. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

"But something about it was - how can I identify it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some elbow room. I didn't have to be deliberate not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that form signified ?"

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

I take a breath, as I prepare to ask a query of my own, aware that I may not care the resolution."How very much vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

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

"For one affair, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were vernal - Well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the wars, the combat and killing. I dunno. After the state of war were over, the earthly concern wasn't a hale lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to live like that, and I knew I would feature to, if I stayed with Victor."

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

"I guess I wanted to find out as much about my past tense as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his bridge player, as if to ward off my succeeding news before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupid person and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

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

We both get a jest out of that.

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

We hurry the repose of the way through the trees. The water sparkles in the early morning sun, as a luminousness breeze skip over the open. I drink in the expanse of profane, fringed with putting green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would shrivel and die if I did not have such knockout to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and unaffectionate, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just happen to have a couple of granola barroom in my air pocket, the chocolatey ace you like so much. need one ?"

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

"Uh - Elf ? There was to a greater extent I wanted to narrate you, beyond what I've said already."

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how a good deal I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying succeeding to master, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to mend. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me finger better."

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

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

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

"Of track it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, nothing but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of large time value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're weirdo, darlin ’."

"I do not cogitate so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly puzzled feeling on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so solid and tough as you are, but I can hold my own."

"prick, Elf ! Ya didn't just view as your own. You rescued me. Do you mean I didn't notice that ?"

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

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

"I am not one of your yesteryear lover. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, think ?"

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me strong and long. As usual, he ends up with blood on his sass from pressing too hard against my sharp-worded teeth. He rubs it absently away with the rachis of one helping hand, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting actions to Word of God, I give him an exaggerated smile, then sprain my promontory away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his penis into my mouthpiece, not even master. You have never done more than occasionally hold yours up to my brim vhen you are ready, so I can drink in your cum."

I lick my lips at the intellection, recalling the tactual sensation and the taste of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and listen me out, huh ?"His bridge player is still around my bottom. He slides his digit a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my consistence, then reaches down for that sensitive post and massages it gently. The burning that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a seeable mark. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not deliver to match to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the incandescence that is starting to fulfil my eye has agreed for me.

"open your lip as astray as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the dear you can do ?"

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

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

I can do that and still keep back my dentition clean of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The deal that was on my arse moves around to the front to turn over down into my sweatpants and take keep of my cock. As my soundbox reacts to this, my mouthpiece closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to happen. You've got ta pay More attention to what you're doing and to a lesser extent to what I'm doing, that's all."

I am tempted to nod my savvy, but that might well do more bloodshed.

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

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

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His digit pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my tooth. No pedigree this time.

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips break a little upwards quirk as he rises to his metrical foot."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 call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his blue jean and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His thick pubic hairsbreadth obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the feature olfactory sensation of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not bear to be capable to observe my sass undetermined as wide as will be essential for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the skirt and the insect sing their Song, and the slight lapping of the wave on the shore keep on clock time. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leave from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's dead body from my new vantage point in time, my fingers teasing his light beam with gentle touches, soon changing into a steady CVA as they combine to retain him within a fist. His pelvic arch begin to impress in metre with my calendar method and he groans.

I lick the read/write head of his member, swirling my tongue around the sore St. Elmo's fire, then add my lips, sucking his cunt. How often have I taken this tremendous part of a man's consistence into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smoulder deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to have such joy.

In a quick flash lamp of sentience, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking superior's cock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not bed he could mend ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no early choice.

Mount Logan's physical structure is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum anatomy at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to learn him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover up my brutal teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-off for my jaws to unfold this far, but I am determined not to cause him any damage, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A charge runs through me at his countersign, and I try severe to devour his tool fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to keep abreast the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the book binding of my foreland, but he does not try to pressure me closer, as surely must be his momentum. He just holds my haircloth and murmurs,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is severely to breathe around the aim now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer hold open my mouthpiece as full open. I feel him kowtow one of my lower berth tooth and taste lineage, but it does not seem to gravel Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

With a guttural growling, he pushes forward difficult and holds there for an instant, his torso trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few More short stab and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous image flash across my idea : kneeling at the Lord's table track as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this intend profanation - or just a different form of holiness ? At one and the Sami clock time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offering thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my sass is vacuous and Logan is kneeling in strawman of me, hugging me conclusion against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His paw unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm breeze on my freed cock, followed by the tactual sensation of his bridge player on the sensitive pulp than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his script to his sassing and sucks the slick glob of semen into his mouth, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our clapper intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting matter to do, yet this metre it is not. It is only a trench sharing between us.

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

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

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

"harm, huh ?"

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

"Just be gladiola ya never had to give superior a setback job, darlin ’."

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

But already the image has flashed across my mind of superior's hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his screech of nuisance rings through my head.

"cargo area 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 blazonry clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

"Ya won't turn a loss me, ya speechless Jerry,"he says, ruffling my whisker."I don't get lost easygoing, unless I want to."

"You called me a mute Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

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





German Translation HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! Dear God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

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

Scheisse ! tinker's dam !

Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the trash of the land !

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

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

Entschuldigung. amnesty me.

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

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






High German TRANSLATION. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

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

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No More ! Stop !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
damn ! The daemon take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! cruddy animal !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese martial arts term which has been established in a premature narration 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 version consequence

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! diddly-squat !

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

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



STORY ARC - In Order

dawning Devotions
Something a Little Different
As the sprig is bent-grass
Pray for Us Sinners
With cipher on My spit
You Win, Elf
inferno Hath No Fury