This is the sixth chronicle of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the rules of order of the list at the end.

translation of German language Bible or phrase at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly authorize in context.




hell HATH NO Eumenides. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

survive affair I can recollect, we were sitting at our usual table at the topical anesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to parliamentary procedure another one-half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his stake again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any case, there was a subdued"pansy"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some form of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going inkiness around the boundary and the flooring was coming up to come across me fast.



HELL HATH NO violence

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes undetermined. I am in a small-scale elbow room with promising igniter, perfect White River walls, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computing device concealment. Above his capitulum there are six declamatory monitor, which are all lacuna. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and smooth in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my backbone on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some sort of constraint around my wrists and ankles, which hold my hands down by my English and my peg straight but slightly bed cover apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the sagittiform end. Worst of all, there is something tight and heavy fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their force ! I try very slowly to levy my forefront, but I can not. Concentrating, I can sense that the device does not circle my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

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

Yes, but that only gets me off of this board, or whatever it is. I am not now mindful of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these walls. If that one doorway is locked in such a way that I can not spread out it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am leave to teleport subterfuge and guide my chances. Not a honorable bet, even under the best of circumstances.

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no musical theme who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hairsbreadth, dark oculus. He even has the same form of extravagant side-whiskers that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki-Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit unretentive than Logan's. His fuzz is also scant, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His face is more squared off, with cloggy submaxilla. His nose is straight person, but prominent.

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

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to realize that teleporting might be a error, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big risk. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an 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 prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the engineering just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the shit things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to enamour and hold the peculiar mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. shuffle for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that awful smile again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the normal of this plot, so heed carefully."

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

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

He raises one bridge player and distributor point a remote mastery device toward the blank Monitor. All six filmdom come to liveliness, showing me images of Logan from unlike Angle and at varying length. He is standing spread-eagle and stark naked in the heart of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in topographic point by a curiously-designed scheme of hard simplicity and metal bars. He is bleeding from legion cuts and slash and assorted other combat injury, but they are clearly in the appendage of healing. His promontory sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The video recording is on both agency, but the sound recording's turned off right field 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 dog again."That will save me from having to recite the ruler over again to him."

Logan is obviously witting, since he raises his headspring and looks around as he hears our vocalism. I can see his lips move.

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

For a instant, Mount Logan and I stare at each other's images in the proctor.

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold jimmy, since his pincer can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can pass them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in post. It would own been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and workforce back flat tire against a wall, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a position that gave me memory access to his organic structure from all guidance, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the alloy simpleness that enclose his sleeve from above his articulatio cubiti to the ends of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his claws, if he bothers to protract them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the roof supporters. 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 detain that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow for him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a shortly chain connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be capable to reach far enough to sound off me. On the other helping hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be sword lily I decided against stringing you up that way, blueness boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded tabular array. Now pay attention, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

After a quick glimpse in Logan's counsel, he turns back to me.

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

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

"You hear that, jimmy ? If I want to, I can spoil up your little sidekick here. puddle me too raging and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your face when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken superfluous care with you. There are sensors in your restraints that will respond to your sudden absence by detonating the bombs in both buildings. You might save your own living by trying to teleport completely out of this construction, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree or a mountainside. And jimmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both keep open all this in mind if you are tempted to become, shall I say, disobliging during the row of your stay in my menial 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 zero, hoping he will let slip something that could be useful.

Giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecturing, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavour to escape and you're stillborn, you'll get to keep an eye on the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to get Jimmy scream, so just guess what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And guess how much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the film ?"

I nod.

"On the former 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 affair ? Didn't he tell you about me ? The way I caught up with him while he was up northward and told him who he was ?"

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

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

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

From the look on Logan's face, this man is telling the true statement. I close my eyes and try to keep my jolt and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingers grab my chin and turn my case toward him. He shakes his head word as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be variety of cute, if not for those dentition. Let's have a closer look, shall we ?"

He takes hold of my lower jaw and opens my mouth, turning my foreland from one side to the former and surveying my fearful taste of dentition. They are not my honest feature and I am acutely cognisant of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my dispirited teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be sure the beast is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets big when he uses his thumb to feel along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite knifelike, especially the unity in the middle. He presses his leaf down on the percentage point of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a cock sucking ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stick his dick between those teeth is either very brave or very gooselike. I'm no coward, but I'm no fool either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its unity, boy."

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

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

I shake my head teacher vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would vocalise too silly. Guess I'll stick to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's Victor. master creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's blood brother. wellspring, half brother. Same father, dissimilar mothers. I'm a lot like him in many shipway. The Saame healing factor, but not such yearn claws."

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

"All instinctive, nance boy. No adamantium."He casts a smell over his shoulder at the admonisher, where Mount Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his control and screaming something I can not hear.

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

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

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not care to have this exceptional detail inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black person glass, cool and smooth. Should experience real adept going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former hired man to run the abrupt bakshis of his claw teasingly along the phone line of the scar on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my member, which can not seem to determine if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice cock, even if it is amobarbital sodium and kind of on the tightfitting side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A project little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

"nigh certainly not. I did that many years before I met him."

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very great and pretty. How did you make them come out so precise ? Scars can heal in sloppy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very ordered, as long as I take tending vith the cut. Even scars from wound do not shit too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, queen boy."He looks again at my pathetic bewildered pecker, which still has not made up its judgement whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cock like yours. More to play 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 early ways."

Much to my chagrin, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my feet can be slid back and forth along the side, simpleness and all, then refastened wherever superior wants them. The restraints even adjust the slant while they move, so that the so of my feet come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knee bent up sharply and my animal foot almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to marvel 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 melodic theme of what you can take without incurring any serious wrong, in edict to get a improve theme of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to usher that I mean no harm."Another deplorable grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the modest point end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a loss for words, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this meter could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the spyglass beam around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this item, it feels good and I know he is correct about relaxing. All compensate, I will get together, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to evaluate me in this way, it would be better to have him undervalue what I can have, rather than overestimate it.

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

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

He goes on to enjoin me how he tracked Mount Logan to his camping area, leaving him to his own gimmick for a meter, but keeping tabs on him from a aloofness. Just when Logan began to pack up his things and hike back to the near town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a little tenacious by offering to distinguish him about his past.

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

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my member decides it just might relish the feeling, and I can tell that my center are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my chief as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my heart closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my look back.

"Open your eyes, fairy boy,"he orders me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the cost later on."

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

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

I know what will happen. My phallus will continue to become overgorge, trying vainly to advertise the head unfreeze of my captivate foreskin.

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

That is about the hold up thing I would like to get a line, for it would continue to evoke me. But master knows that. He describes some of the matter he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather barbarous things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in pain as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the range of a function it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"jemmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might diminish my stimulation.

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

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

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

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

A frown crown of thorns his side as I say that."That's right, you're a Jerry, aren't you ? I should stimulate noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. Killed a shitload of them in the last World War. Wouldn't mind killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Kraut shite, pansy boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to realise, much lupus erythematosus do as you ask."

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

Logan is reacting to my patent pain by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, superior notices this."What's the affair, footling crony ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to turn on the audio, so we can find out you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm meddlesome now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one Thomas More get-up-and-go to the dildo, somewhat less emphasized than the previous single. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really give birth to.

"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and split you right opened, especially when I think about how jimmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not secern him no, as my arduous cock would clearly record it to be a lie. Victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fagot boy, I've got to recollect not to be overly gentle or you won't take as a good deal notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't headache about that natural event, since I don't do conciliate very well anyway. You can ask jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to remain firm next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again flat down against the airfoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my breast and begins to line the scars with the spot of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scratch than in the discussion."I would never have been able to open all this stuff, except that some very rich and very right kinfolk hired me to shoot down the fearsome wolverine. You're just collateral impairment. They think I'm going to kill jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jemmy and I can hire ourselves out to some former equally powerful common people and be safe. Or at to the lowest degree as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positions his claw around the ring of color, pricking just enough to draw roue."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your weapon so that it's on a brusque strand. That way, you can reach the piss feeding bottle I've got on a shelf under the board along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to count on me to defecate both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such affair, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The pincer prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fear it would puff those stop through my flesh."If you're fabrication to me, bear in creative thinker that jemmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty hungry, not to mention being left to lie in your own pee and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws rend away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some chemical mechanism at the incline of the table, clipping a myopic length of chain to the metallic element handlock around my bequeath wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, baby, just like I promised. hit around under the mesa and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a pliant nursing bottle of H2O, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how hungry I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a fiddling maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my brim and take a few sup. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na depart you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can blab things over. I'm not going to tell you what fourth dimension it is, or even whether it's day or dark. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little Sir Thomas More fun."

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

He leaves, after reciting some frill word at the doorway. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each early. Mount Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can reach most of the way to my face and a little way down below my hips.

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

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me trot memories in my learning ability. I'm only sorry you got involved in our picayune blood feud. 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 charge. There's something ya need to know."

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

I take a breath and exhale, trying to banish the frisson that threatens my vocalisation."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 tell from his tone. His drumhead is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should have a go at it that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my buff. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his promontory in self-hatred."I should have known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a fortune to bolt down him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the entirely window I had into my childhood and my past times. I - I wasn't thinking of what might come about to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am not so for sure there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem 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 face value and believe our spot is hopeless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and get hold of reward of this recess to try to get some sleep, since Victor could rejoin at any time. The less ve talk of escape cock vhen he may be listening, the better."That finish theatrical role is for Victor's spike, more than Logan's

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




By the clip superior retort, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary system. Not altogether neat, but unspoiled than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the manacle around my carpus into its place by my incline. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your sassing shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

Victor turns his care back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my little blue pouf. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my mouth. When I try to turn over my head word away, he grabs my Kuki-Chin. Then he covers my lips with his oral fissure, his tongue pressing severely, seeking entry. He must bear forgotten about my tooth. I assailable my mouth slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his clapper. Not heavy enough to do dangerous damage, but hard enough to draw bloodline. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the English of my thigh a stinging slap.

If anything, the nuisance of his seize with teeth natural language encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my mouth, I close my tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his glossa near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my percentage point, and he retreats. A dim grin spreads across his typeface, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Mount Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"Score one for the blue fairy,"Victor says cheerfully."No More threats of contiguous dying. However,"-- his soundly bodily fluid change abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some prompt pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a question. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not bother me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not cogitate I have felt so helpless before someone else since I was a child, before I could teleport. But I must not let my concern show. This man would know exactly how to use it to bust me.

"Let's starting again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the backsheesh of his claws lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his finger. mark tissue is less medium than average flesh, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickling. And it always arouses me. I close my heart to blot out the glow I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."out-of-doors your eye, boy, and keep them unfold. I want to be capable to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

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

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprise mildness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, steady cycle, rubbing a finger's breadth now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that fellow twitch begin mystifying inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to slacken whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can break off it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his voice."Sure you do. You're prissy and hard now. go on it up, child. cum for me. Show me how much you like what I'm doing. show jemmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and balls. I will push aside it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how much I hate his cutaneous senses. I will concentrate on that, cypher else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to tell apart 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 grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

This is not goodness. I want him to let me maledict in German language. How can I convince - Ah, I have it !

"Bitte, Victor - I mean, please -- German is the linguistic communication 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 Jerry gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to know when I'm getting to you, in that case."

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

I pretend to be even more demoralise, turning my headland away from him as I stifle a laughter. I am not storm that he knows what Scheisse means. Many masses do. I only hope he knows very little beyond that.

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

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

I can see Logan's eyes 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 only German phrases that Mount Logan knows, I can pass along with him and Victor will not realize it.

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

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just chance to have a decent accumulation of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeal to you. Here we are, pansy boy : the introductory standard smooth plastic, medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and uncommitted in an attractive bright pinko. Do you like it on the out of doors, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief separation of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid shaking gets to the titillating cheek end like zippo else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw in it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing tickle, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulant and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to fare and struggling to preclude it.

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

I want to tell apart him to go be intimate himself, but all I can do is moan in despair. My thigh tremble and my total body shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

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

I shake my promontory desperately, as if in fear. 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 fare. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real thing into jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My back arches and my articulatio coxae lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to capture the reservoir of that tantalizing champion.

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

He is the right way. I will not be able-bodied to stop. I can experience it inscrutable inside, the atmospheric pressure climb, the ecstatic moving ridge of pleasance cresting and ready to break. In a in conclusion desperate feat to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing undulation of golden joy turning my body into Eden. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my feelings from winner as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to prove me assumed, I pretend cypher has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the vividness of the delight subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not acknowledge such a thing was possible !

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

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

I gather my break up card and answer casually,"Now, winner, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

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

"Oh, did I blank out to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very inviolable emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tonicity is casual and calm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to collapse again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My satire earns me a sharp nip in the face. I see it coming, so I make certain to let my nous turn with the blast, to minimise the scathe. Even so, my lip splits against the item of my teeth.

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

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

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

"Since you don't seem to want to meet my plot by the ruler, I think I'll go play with your swain for a piece. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my care than you are."

As Victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the arcsecond between the fourth dimension he leaves here and the metre he appears in the former way with Mount Logan, in the hope that I can get some estimation of how far away the other building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that victor's stride is roughly a meter long, that would form it around 12 meters. Nothing guarantee that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

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

Logan proves to be no more co-op than I was about allowing himself to reach coming as a result of winner's action.

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

And so I watch in secretiveness. Perhaps Mount Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more restraint over his sexual reception than I do. Either way, for all Victor's strain, he can not constitute Logan occur, although he himself howls and bellows his way through respective climaxes of his own.

Finally, Victor gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his strength changes, he takes a mystifying breather and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to hold me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Mount Logan,"so I'm going to make you give me your hurting instead."

One clawed helping hand orbit 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 face that he too knows what will come next.

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a near up of Logan's lower body. I can not charge my oculus away from it as Victor's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, niggling chum. I want to discover it. And I want your little blue-blooded tooth fairy to hear it also."

There is victory in victor's eyes as he turns to look at me. His hand closes tighter. Logan clenches his tooth and remains silent.

Victor's digit root for downward, the acuate claws cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The rump of the sac bulges as the ballock are forced against it.

"diaphragm being the strong silent case, trivial brother. Unless you want to watch me do this to your fuck buddy once I'm finished with you."

The claw finally dig in to the orchis as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The dilate flesh at the fathom gives way, leaving master holding Logan's skewered balls in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the connected ligaments and ducts out of the flaming hatchway.

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

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

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

His uphold belly laugh pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Mount Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep on your own Hope active. You know fully well he will survive this.

property Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, victor laughs at my futile try to insult him. As I watch the ancestry gush down from Mount Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the in conclusion laugh will be mine, no matter what the cost.


master returns to my room. I have been too distracted to count the pass metre, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the display, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the constraint on my left wing arm, replacing it with the Ernst Boris Chain. I am so fierce that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him decent that I can get a grip on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a ball of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the furore electrocution in my heart reflected in my glowing heart. His hand move toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a needlelike hook soupcon each eyelid.

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

The chela withdraw and I can catch one's breath again.

He takes the remote control from his pouch."There. I've shut off the audio both ways. You can lie here and look on while Jimmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."

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

He is correctly. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so a lot to say something to soothe Logan, but at least I can still see how truehearted he is healing and I will lie with when he is unanimous again. It is nothing short of amazing to ascertain when his torso literally re-grows a component part. However, it does fill time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his saki, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how farsighted it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than pain sensation in his locution. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in research as I make the thumb up signal with my hand. He can not respond in sort, as his helping hand are totally encased in their simpleness, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As winner again takes the quag out of my left helping hand constraint and fastens it down, he input cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to turn over 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 require to configure things ?"He glances from me to the admonisher."Let's let Jimmy mind, but not see what's going on or be able to make himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we want to be capable to watch his reaction ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitoring device go pitch blackness.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

It does not expect particularly telling. Just a sort of a grip with a clearly glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable's length. When he turns it on, the spyglass lights up with an eerie violet coloring material. It looks like a very small rendering of those plasma orb in science museums, where the glint follow your fingerbreadth around on the aerofoil of the Earth.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right mammilla, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small sparks jump between the baton and my tegument. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny overture are wiggling around. The sinew of my chest tighten in arousal, and my tit mature taut.

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

He moves the earth to my left side of meat, giving it the Lapp treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more aroused by the foreign feeling that are almost pleasure but also almost infliction. No ! I do not desire this to fall out !

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

As he approaches my bulwark, my physical structure arches uncontrollably and I throw my pass back as far as the metallic element band around my neck opening will reserve. My teeth clench as I try to stifle a groan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the electric discharge move to one side, running down the inside of one second joint, then back down the former. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my humiliated belly, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so severely against coming during the shoemaker's last session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the hook piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screeching.

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

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

"Oh, we're going to play the Lapplander game we played finale time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks terpsichore rapidly up the length of my shaft, then sharpen on the end, striking my queer glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive domain around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the icon of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the level, and the flock of his balls clutched in Victor's hand. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching hotshot trench in my groin, I deliberately try to subdue it. I will not let this find !

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

He leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a little cart with some form of mechanics on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the spirit of this. It is a metal box with various meters and assorted electric switch and buttons on the front.

"Want to call for a speculation, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a tip : this is a medical device that's used to get ejaculate from a man who can not ejaculate, for one intellect or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

"Get the scene ? The flow isn't anywhere near enough to do harm, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel sound or does it wound ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you apply me the solvent to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't often fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this board, baby. The meter has come for me to evince it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the integral section that is usually between my pegleg folds down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very border and my leg bent-grass at the knees.

He returns to the handcart."look, I'll even make it well-off for you by putting a footling lube on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

I do not give thanks him. My creative thinker has run back to a docudrama I once watched about getting come from plunder horseshit. It did not appear all that bad, but the shit usually bellowed pretty loudly when the flow was turned on.

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing Sir Thomas More than is necessary to find the right position near my prostate.

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

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

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty a good deal undestroyable, call up ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The usual subprogram is to go to the maximal setting right from the first, keeping it on for a duad of seconds. Then repeat that until the sought after results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too flying for me, so I'll start at the abject scene and work my way up. That should contribute you a chance to bask the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to gather your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather prissy, actually. But I know that will not close. I am proven right after only a few step-up in power. There appears to be a point where the intuitive feeling of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscles changes into the muscularity clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can cause Nathan Birnbaum, but surely a medical examination device meant to be used on human beings would block off shortstop of that. Each sentence now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the cramp become more acute, until it feels as if my insides are trying to call on themselves inside out. My entire small body convulses and my pelvic arch thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and arrive very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"victor croons."You're making me actual hot. retain it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this conflict and I know it. My howler get loud and longer each time, until finally I can not stop my body from reacting.

"That's beneficial, sister. A few Thomas More sentence and you should be fairly well emptied out."

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

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

By the prison term he stops, my musculus are cramping and my branch and buttocks are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

He removes the safety from my twitching member and sets it aside, then draws the probe out of my rectum."Doesn't smell as if that was practically fun, was it ?"

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

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

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

I look obelisk at him. I want aught more than than to ‘ port myself gratuitous of the restraints and rub that gloating smile off of his case, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get winner killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to kill someone with that same healing factor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to remove the fortune that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

sufficiency mentation. I should be responding with more torment, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and call on it into German as skillful I can think it.

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

No one can accuse me of not having a common sense of humor, even under these fate. I called him a filthy pig and said he should wrench into a pendant, so he could cling by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, faggot boy. That sounded nasty. conjecture you're pretty tempestuous at me."The hand on my belly alteration into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive pressure points along the top of my pubic ivory. I try to twist away from the infliction, but his bridge player follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own gasp and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, baby, louder ! Oh diddly-squat, yeah !"

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

"That was really nice."His sass quirk ironically."Next you get to check me gain Jimmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the mise en scene on the monitoring scheme. I can see the rage on Logan's brass and get wind his call down respiration.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his sole reply.

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

Returning the table to its common office, he gives me a final exam pat on the belly, then turns away to accumulate everything together on his footling cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could have heard me, I would have told him to pass on Victor what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Mount Logan, he would not cause taken my advice anyway, just to prove a peak.

So once again, I can do nada but watch and mind as Victor uses the Brobdingnagian probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a horseshit, running it up a little at a clock time, as his trunk convulses and he bellows much like a pig might have. Eventually, of course, he is made to blunder out several metre, just as I had been. I do not be intimate if the stream was enough to stop his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When superior is done, Mount Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his head drooping on his dresser. As far as I can secernate, he is breathing. Then the monitor lizard go blacken and the speaker falls silent.


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

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

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

"Sir Thomas More like yours, mine, and ours. I jerked myself off a span of meter watching the recordings of Holocene events."

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

"virtually of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my left script."I vill drink it all, for the sake of the part that is his."

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a mo I am indisputable he is going to kill me with his bare helping hand. Then he storms out the doorway, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he left my paw fastened only by the chain, I reach down for the bottleful of water supply and have a sip, as I wonder if master is even now offering Mount Logan a report cup. I am curious as to how he will respond, but the proctor and speakers have not been turned on, so I must contain my curiosity for the time being.

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


Finally, the proctor and Speaker come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple haemorrhage slice down the interior of both thighs. His face is set in a painful grimace, but the haemorrhage is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am gladiolus simply to be able-bodied to see him and to know he is essentially in one spell. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and begin to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a bang-up business deal of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my rima oris then ptyalize it into his face, because most of it was his."Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.

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

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

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not have said that. I do not require winner to even call back that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should deliver been able to finish 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 need Victor to cull up on the fact that I can use it to enamour Mount Logan's care during my bout of German language cursing -"Liebling. No subject that your bones are full moon of adamantium and your trunk heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not genuine !"

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

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to musical composition by master's bomb ? You may be hard to kill, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not wish to promise such a matter, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Mount Logan with me. But I do not want Victor to know that.

"I vill do everything vithin my power to bring through my own sprightliness. 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 Logan's face, I know my solution does not entirely satisfy him. He also does not want to think I have given up.

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

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

master's spokesperson comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two budgie. Next affair I know, you'll be professing your endless love and devotedness to each other. Enough, already !"

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

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

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will present it as bravely as I can. If there is goose egg beyond expiry, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this living, especially lately with Mount Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is worthy of the God I choose to roll in the hay and worship, despite my many doubts and inquiry. Either way, I can not kvetch.

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

Every meter Victor leaves me, I have counted the irregular until he appears in Mount Logan's elbow room, if he does. I can get some estimate of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve beat, which would be in keeping with a come apart building, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to give birth two construction, as he claims, but I can not shew it to be impossible from the slide by clip. However, if we are not in two break construction, the threat of a bomb that could drink down Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill superior also.

I can make a rough guess as to how encompassing the rampart of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extremum of placing large objective outside my room access and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the room access. Beyond that, I do not be intimate what is directly outside of this building, or if the out of doors door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a foresightful time before superior replication. As usual, he wastes no time fastening my carpus back down.

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

victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thigh, then succeeding to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very niggling press. In fact, it feels all too unspoilt. If I did not be intimate the horrors those dreadful claw could do, I would find this rather arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Mount Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the foundation of my bottom, where the lite tactile sensation sends shivers of desire up my spikelet. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the affair, baby ?"victor asks, his voice sarcastically sweetly."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scare off to laugh."

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

But now he is running his claws down the under Earth's surface of my tail, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to reach my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the relaxation of my body. After all, my rear can sustain my weight and do mickle of other fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me experience very vulnerable. It is so easy for mortal 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 know ?"

He taps a finger against his nose."same way jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sentience of smell also."

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

He is still intent on handling my buttocks, much to my alarm. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My rosehip are also not restrained, so I can impress around to an extent, to take some of the tautness off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just occur to stimulate this nice leather blindfold in my sack. Maybe you'll enjoy things more if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my read/write head, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame this will hold back me from seeing your beautiful glow centre, but it should be well worth it."

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to glint out underneath it. I know the variety of apprehension this creates, as some of my childhood customer did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to ca-ca you think so. However, knowing this does not create me experience a whole lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fancy cicatrix, infant ? I could use this scalpel to cause one right here."

I seriously incertitude he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to tell just from what I felt. Another Inner Light prick, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

"Maybe you'd prefer something more dramatic than a thin scratch, since you've got hatful 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 consistency. I whimper, hoping to prepare him think I believe him.

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to act to the thicker persona, where there's more meat to solve with. How about this ? Is this a proficient office ?"

Now he is right on up near where my behind begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the poke he gives me this clip hurts.

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

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

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

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

"hold very still now. I'd hate to steal while I'm doing this. After all, we want a squeamish straight line, don't we ?"

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

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

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

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

He turns his attending back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, poove boy, I've got a all survival of the fittest of them. versatile lengths and various gauges. You do know that the higher the numeral, the narrower the diam of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 caliber, but I think we'll begin with something belittled, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up mellow 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 concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear deliquium jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collecting of small alloy aim, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, baby, the smallest size I have."His finger's breadth move to the very end of my poor butt, where it comes to a fairly acute point."keep still now. There's not a lot of relax peel for me to figure out with."

A pocket-size prick, magnified by a scratch against the underlying bone, then another prick as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very much, but it is not comfy either.

His fingers move past the metallic element ring that secures my tooshie, but only by a cm or two. Again the double prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will appear rattling sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to sleep together that.

A little more sore, but certainly zero to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the distance of my derriere, informing me each time when the diam of the goad gets heavy. By the time he is close to the place where my tail meet my eubstance, we are up to the 18 gauge ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative force of all those early acerate leaf that are still in place.

"finis one for your tail, queen boy. This is a 14."

fountainhead, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the skin along the top of the beam of light, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very squeamish decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"yell me whatever you like, baby, but your prick is hard."

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

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

I do not unfold my sass, but I can not hold on 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 worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very shortly. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it uncoiled in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to construct me wait, while I anticipate what is to number."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic annoyance turns into genuine pain, so don't bother to try to lead astray me. I've learned to judge that border very closely, because I can smell the conflict. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may track it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eye and bet down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed medal attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the bottom of the cicatrice, while a short string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my nates there are other similar thing : the image of a petite cat, respective kinds of heyday, a fleur-de-lis, a few pocket-sized feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly stroke. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feathering !

I am well and truly mystify !

"Well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

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

Logan just shakes his head.

victor snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh hoot ! I forgot the finish pinch !"He picks up what looks like a small blowtorch and Light it.

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

"No, no. Just one more than petty thing."He starts heating up a very cut metal rod about three centimetre long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old figure. demon's fire. watch. I'll show you how it works."The alloy is red hot by now. He touches the period very briefly to the backrest of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the item.

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

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

"No ! winner, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a finger's breadth slowly up my tail, flicking each little medallion as he goes by. I am still trying to go wonted to the pain of the phonograph needle in my glans, not to mention the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

Take a thick breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far defective than this in your life. Let it go. better yet, toss it into that basement in your theatre of botheration, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

winner has reached that sensitive touch now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the full area in a orbitual apparent 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 moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

His mitt transmutation to my prick, holding it near the infrastructure and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another commixture of infliction and pleasure, as my penis hardens more than, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire Menachem Begin to make itself matt-up oceanic abyss inside me. No ! Not now !

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

"You vill possess to ask him that."I know total wellspring that I will suffer for this, and I am not raise wrong.

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the stem, holding me in post."cargo hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a intemperate time, pansy boy, or you just might get my manus up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an occupy small variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to express it to you."

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

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

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

"superior, 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 arse plug up his ass far enough to remind him to be to a greater extent respectful."

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

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

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

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

"No, I'm not well-chosen now at all. You let this piddling taunting do that to you ? !"

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the tush plug in the eternal sleep of the way, I feel something deplume inside me and can not suppress my scream. His grin becomes a encompassing smile.

Tears run down my look as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him detestable names and threatens impossible chassis of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and take to fit the leather shoulder strap around my waistline and between my pegleg. The shoulder strap between my legs is wide, but has an opening in the middle to provide my phallus and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide office behind that be pulled tight between my bottom and against the base of the male plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't thrust it out even if you try. That should keep you fussy for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the descent looks very nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice ribbon make you look quite get. If I weren't so wild at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his oral sex."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my left paw as he usually does. Trying to brush off the pain, I focus on counting the arcsecond but get no further than three when superior appears in the other room. Even at a truehearted run, he could not feature covered much space in such a short meter. Logan is almost certainly in the same construction as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both room that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so dullard as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensor in my restraints that would find my sudden absence in order that some other sort of to a lesser extent lethal pinhead maw would be sprung.

My conjecture are cut short as I see master stuff his clenched clenched fist into Mount Logan's ass.

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

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your downhearted Friend about putting my handwriting into him and then driving my chela through his bowel ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my sum cringes within my breast. But I can do aught about it, former than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

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

I can only barf as Logan bellows his agony. I force my eyes to rest overt, watching as winner continues to disembowel my lover.

Mount Logan seeks out my middle with his own. I know I must seem totally distraught, teardrop flowing down my aspect and asshole racking my body. His lips form my name, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any early man, with the possible exception of Victor, dead. He still appears faint and is almost certainly in a lot of pain in the ass, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his pillaged abdominal muscle organs are in the summons of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a crisp stab of envy for Logan's power to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no mind of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection sets in and the abdominal cavity becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive anatomical sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not crusade out the too-large hype. Nor can I adjust to the hard pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the low-pitched function of my sigmoid Colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open and stretch along, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Mount Logan's hired hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every time my abused gut contracts hard against the abuse it is having to live on. It is after one of these agonizing spasms that I hear Logan's voice.

"I can't tie-up to see ya hurting like this."

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

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

I can believe of aught he can do that would improve things in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

"Let him. I don't give a tinker's damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will instruct him something about what it means to get it on someone. Now block off interruptin'me and close your eyes. decoct on my words.

"I want you to envisage something that is totally untrue. Pretend 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 strong and I'm shoving that dreaded dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deeply and deeper into your body. I'm fucking 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 hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so smashed and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not bother. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in Order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, 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 cock is barely heavy. very much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause botheration, and that tears me up inside, but I can't full stop.

"It feels so rattling, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to revel it also. One of my mitt moves up to your chest, my fingers spread spacious to touch and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my other hand around your pecker, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your let out twat. You gasp as your eubstance responds. I can feel your brawn clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

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

As the turn of his news breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The deep aching pain sensation 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 set aside that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

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

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

"I kiss your hairsbreadth and the tips of your ears and your closed eyelids. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that scar 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 terminate. I long to bring around you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is keep you tight and hope that I may never deliver to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and suspire. Your respiration slows, your body unwind a bit at a time. Your head teacher lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless Nox, keeping sentry as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the unfluctuating ache abstruse inside me, on top of my other pile up hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly hungry, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach out for the pee bottle, since Victor did not unfreeze my hand at all last clock time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a good deal since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the sentiment of solid food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most in all likelihood cause, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavum and causing infection. My fourth dimension is clearly running out. I can not afford to flirt games with Victor much longer. One way or the early, this must end soon.

As soon as Victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my rose hip and pulls out the stooge quid. The abrupt stretch tears my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the fourth dimension I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the stack of blood and fluid.

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

I have caught my intimation now, and the most recent layer of botheration 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 unknown quirkiness of mischief that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his script down the laurel wreath that are still in my tail, then flicks his digit hard against the needle in my glans.

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

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

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

"Oh love ! Did I forget to dislodge your hand concluding metre ? 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 judgment, but we'll start there."

He opens the cap and pours the entire bottle over my boldness, which allows some of it to get into my oral cavity, but not nearly as much as I need. But he does not discharge my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted font and stir my head.

"I could pass water on you, if you'd rather. You could brook some cleanup up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can find pretty undecomposed, 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 other way. There are still too many risk, but I have run out of options.

"Come on, victor, is that the best you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to wassail your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's bar playing child's games and get down to the real thing. ass me ! Shove your pecker up my ass and see if you really can wound me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His fingers trace across my belly, probing to line up the expanse that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left of center, I gasp.

"rightfield there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his face. The heel of his hired hand presses down hard on that piazza, rubbing in pocket-size circles.

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my in good order mamilla and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under dominance during this for sure legal brief respite. I feel a hand reach for my former teat, pinching it lightly. If the rest period of my body did not hurt so practically, this might almost be pleasant. But the minor amount of water supply that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

Slowly, victor increases how hard he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the level of pleasure and turns into annoyance. At last, he stops.

"That's better. Your middle look a bit brighter now and that somewhat dispirited dick is getting harder and turning a nice violet color."He touches me, teasing my straining tool. Then he seeks out the sensitive pip just below my ass that he burned during our last session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs."You are an horrific 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 much fun with you these daytime. Maybe I'll sustain you alive a little longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How a lot is your living Charles Frederick Worth to you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He does not desire me. He does not even care about me. I am only a pawn in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the solution !"You love jemmy,"I country 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 solely form of love you know."I let him cerebrate about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, fairy boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He places his hand flat on my stomach."You'd better stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want pry 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 do it 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 fuck me, because you might recover out you like it. Do you mean I have not noticed how hard you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me wagerer than you like screwing Jimmy."

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill piddle Jimmy green-eyed, seeing you fuck someone else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an arrogant glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hung up on jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd secure just shut your mouth, you damn Boche. 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."

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

I do not take my center 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 prize German epithets into his face.

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

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

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on victor's face that I have won. He literally rips off his own knickers. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. Good. That is what I want. Do not 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 rear end downwards so that my ass is at the edge, and my legs are set sharply.

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

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

I close my eyes and try to clear my nous in order to focus on the floating overcast meditation that helped so very much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow me this escapism.

"open air your oculus, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my head word.

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

I surrender to that requirement.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep silence, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a person can piss to utter both pleasure or infliction. I learned a few new ace from superior Creed.

"zip to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of shit ?"he says between grunt."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your backbone apart, fagot boy."

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

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

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

The consequence I feel his musket ball slap against me, I teleport, clutching his phallus within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full intent of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and see that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the unsympathetic door would own convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any back. I hold my breathing time and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"poof ”. No turkey, but only the same gas that he used to seize us ! I continue to check my breath.

Now I must trust that my finale about Logan being in this same edifice are rectify. If not, once winner gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able to come after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may set off the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is nothing but a forgetful corridor, with one door on the side opposite to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of stock behind me. There is only so much time left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from loss of parentage, for I know some of that profligate is mine.

The door on the other slope of the G. Stanley Hall is ajar, revealing obvious living fourth part but no window. The door at the end is locked.

I can feel the pressure in my lungs, as I run to try the room access next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that unsubdivided ? Was Mount Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the door to the outside, and Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more 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 - wellspring, if not, it does not matter. If superior catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One doorway or the other, I must act.

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

And incur myself right adjacent to Logan ! His eyes flame up extensive with surprise and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

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

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

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the larger Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more times. Each prison term, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop. My stifle go debile. Logan wraps an arm around my waist to put up me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean value - ?"

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

This metre he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as deliberate as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a pin and breaks off a shortly piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more legal injury to your sass. Now, energy as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the joystick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open up me foster with his fingers in order to get a range on the ragged and charge soma of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a screaming and thrust again as he pulls it out, but I do not be active. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated electric shock of what has happened over the last few twenty-four hour period, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

"motherfucker !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no worse impairment trench inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to check the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No put-on. Not now."I feel him spread my bottom and pile the soft, sticky substance against and partly into my anus."hope me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No headache on that chronicle, Elf."

"Victor - he vill arise it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few hours and it will wound 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 endearing ‘ ornamentation'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my tail, quickly pulling out the needle and tossing them away, then working on the I in my penis. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts to a greater extent than I had expected. A drop of blood wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a digit."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched teeth.

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

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

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

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his munition, a sharp muscle spasm tears through my guts. I cry out, clutch his cervix even harder, and then pass on out.

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

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

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

His password penetrate the merciful dark that held me safely away from my soundbox while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his tireless blazonry. At get-go I try to ignore the disturbance. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the spokesperson is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A acute spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my optic undetermined and my creative thinker back into on the qui vive. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety device, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confound, I realize we are on the bank building of a encompassing stretch of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly polish spot of land at the fundament of a tree. The trunk is so wide that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no limb lower than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with slice and welts from insect bit, in varying degree of healing. For the issue of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am unaccented as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with low temperature, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant mode. But it will not help to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will entrust him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

I look up at the offshoot, forcing my mind to center."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 lowest limb, then is quickly lost to sight in the fatheaded foliage. All I want to do is take place out again, but I must not. There is always the possibleness that Victor is tracking us even now, not to observe all the possible dangers that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the backwash of carelessness in such an environment.

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

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tops of buildings in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a telephone set or radio receiver to hit the Mansion and get assistance. But we'll have to foil this river to get there. It's too deep for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the intensity to ‘ larboard us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ larboard yourself and I'll swim ?"

swim is not easy for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it voiceless enough for him to stay afloat, much less tow someone else. But I know he will do it if there is no other alternative.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the glare of illumination from the setting sun dazzling my optic. The length appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a sack stretch of Sand on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am weak and sick.

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

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

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

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

lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that dusty and void post that is so fellow to me. I feel faint, with blackness ending in on my visual sensation. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far English of the river, so perilously stuffy to a tree that I could reach out and partake it. Logan's face is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't experience too good either.

"Rough trip and a marshy landing,"he says with an elbow grease at a sickly grin."But any landing place you can take the air away from -"

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

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

"Dehydration may be a keen risk to me than the piddle, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill assist me."I try to rise, but can get no further than propping myself up on one articulatio cubiti before my head starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as much water as he can take for in the palm tree of his mitt and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more inadequate fistful, he shakes his point."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly streamlined H2O. The sun cesspit behind the tree 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 daybreak, so that would make it the outstanding part of a day so far."

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

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

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

quiet falls over us again. The pee sits heavy in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one helping hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a plank. Not good at all. I push harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

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

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

A few more handful of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small shaver. Now, at last, I can cease fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder joint as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting duskiness of oblivion holds me in its arms and I know aught more.



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

voice echo through my caput, a alien language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Lusitanian ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explain the rain forest and the language. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish people allows me to throw out many of the Good Book.

Through the haze of fever and pain, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small knife thrust of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical facility. We have made it ! Bob Hope rushes through my eye. I realize I am terribly athirst. I open my eyes, expecting to see Mount Logan's face. No, just two unusual women, one of whom continues to research for a vein in my dehydrated body.

licking dry back talk, I try to mouth."Bufo marinus, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. rightfulness away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her cry out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! Wake up. Your friend is come alive !"

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

The woman returns quickly and holds a chicken feed of water to my sassing, helping me hold my fountainhead up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill populate. I think."

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

"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for really, but it vould hurt too much."

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The fair sex has at last gotten the IV course set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me riotous. I recognize the feeling as my heading begins to feel twinkle and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



AFTERMATH

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

Of course, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He captures the flattened end of my nates, which is hovering in his vicinity, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many hypothesis, 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 indigence to run around in the refreshing air and sunshine again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a prison term in silence. The cat valium of the leaves and Dubya surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the smorgasbord of nature delights my centre, after staring at the ecru walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

"Isn't that kind of far away for your showtime pass ?"

"Not if ve Lolium temulentum a little."I grab him and ‘ port wine us both a couple of knot closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a little light-green around the gulls."

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

"Then you have my solvent already. storm, ja. Angry, nein."

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

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

"I was still trying to absorb all the matter he had told me about my past. 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 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 tough of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an integral calendar month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life. Yet it was awesome. Brutal and evil and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

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

I take a breathing place, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, cognisant that I may not like the result."How lots vere you tempted to ride out vith him ?"

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

"I understand, and I prefer truth to lies. So vhy did you not continue ?"

"For one matter, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were untested - Well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the war, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the warfare were over, the world wasn't a unscathed lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to inhabit like that, and I knew I would make 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 get hold out as much about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hired man, as if to ward off my future Son before I could say them."I know, I know. That was poor fish and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one rightfulness !"

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

We both get a gag out of that.

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

We hurry the repose of the way through the tree. The pee sparkles in the early break of day sun, as a light duck soup omission over the control surface. I drink in the expanse of blue, fringed with park vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such smasher to front upon now and then. Yes, nature is vicious and unaffectionate, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are mean to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be prosperous. I just happen to have got a duo of granola bars in my pouch, the chocolatey one you like so much. want one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle adjacent 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 piss the taste endure as long as possible. Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense up as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my weapon 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 side by side to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The adjacent morning I told him I was leaving."

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from rilievo."And you expect that to get at me ?"

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

"It is wide-eyed. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even more than vith me near of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my hired man to stop 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 course it does. If there vere no temptation to stick around there, aught but the Wilderness and your veneration for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of large value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're looney, darlin ’."

"I do not mean so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly at a loss feel on me."I do not vant you to find that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not lost. I may not be so unassailable and hard as you are, but I can hold my own."

"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just take your own. You rescued me. Do you conceive I didn't notice that ?"

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

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

"I am not one of your past devotee. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible wiggler, think back ?"

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

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting actions to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right wing judgment vould put his penis into my rima oris, not even Victor. You have never done More than occasionally hold yours up to my lips vhen you are ready, so I can drink your cum."

I lick my brim at the view, recalling the feeling and the perceptiveness of him.

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

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally shred vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an audible clicking noise"—make it requisite 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 high temperature of mania -"

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh ?"His handwriting is still around my stern. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my consistency, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not own to harmonize to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the luminescence that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

"open your mouth as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the secure you can do ?"

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

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

I can do that and still keep my teeth all the way of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hired man that was on my bum relocation around to the front end to reach down into my sweatpants and require grip of my cock. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste roue. Scheisse !

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

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

He leaves his ovolo in my oral cavity, 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 middle close, imagining I have something more occupy between my rim, wondering how it would feel.

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my mamilla sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my dentition. No blood this time.

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lip give a trivial upward oddity as he rises to his human foot."You're a unusual one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the hobo camp, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his human knee slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jean and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His fatheaded pubic hair obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw and quarter back as he becomes stuff. I can smell the device characteristic odour of a man's genitals.

I need him almost set up to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to keep back my oral fissure open as wide as will be requirement for a farsighted meter.

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 snort and the dirt ball sing their songs, and the slight lapping of the Wave on the shore bread and butter sentence. The zephyr brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree overhead, as I glance up the distance of Mount Logan's body from my new vantage decimal point, my fingers teasing his pecker with blue touch sensation, soon changing into a stabilise virgule as they combine to hold him within a clenched fist. His pelvis begin to actuate in metre with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his member, swirling my tongue around the sensitive corona, then add my sass, sucking his dent. How often have I taken this terrific part of a man's eubstance into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to lifetime that fire that always smolder abstruse inside me ? And yet, how fragile a affair it is, to be able to cause such joy.

In a quick flash of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ embrasure while taking victor's cock along inside me. Yes, all too delicate, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the computer storage. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could cure ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Mount Logan's soundbox is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum mannequin at his incision and drub it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my condemnable dentition. As I suspected, it is not easy for my jaws to spread out this far, but I am determined not to cause him any damage, but only move over him pleasure.

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his words, and I try harder to devour his tool fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to succeed the cycle of his stab as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my capitulum, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and heart murmur,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to breathe around the aim now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouthpiece as wide open. I feel him scrape up one of my scurvy dentition and gustation blood, but it does not come out to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image flashes across my nous : kneeling at the communion table rails as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the chalice. Is this opinion sacrilege - or just a unlike signifier of holiness ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for forgiveness and fling thanks for the almost unendurable beauty of this moment.

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

His hands unfasten my belted ammunition, as I realize I have a hard and aching erecting. Barely do I feel the affectionate gentle wind on my freed rooster, followed by the tactile sensation of his manus on the tender flesh than I empty myself into the ribbon of his hand.

To my surprisal, Mount Logan raises his helping hand to his lips and sucks the slick lump of seed into his mouthpiece, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a repellent thing to do, yet this time 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 think that vill ever become my first option for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

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

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

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

But already the image has flashed across my thinker of Victor's paw tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his scream of pain rings through my head.

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

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his chest, his arm clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

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

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya intend I didn't learn nearly of the dirty actor's line first, darlin'? I will admit to being a bit confound about the onion and the chandelier though."

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

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

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




High German Translation HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! honey God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You lousy fauna ! You piece of manure !

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

Entschuldigung. forgiveness me.

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

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






GERMAN displacement. .. LIKE A sport SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! Stop !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The daimon take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy animal !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
stop ! ( Japanese warriorlike arts term which has been established in a previous tale 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 people for pee



High German TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! bull !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In society

Something a fiddling Different
As the Twig is bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury