This is the 6th tale of a much tenacious story arc, which is best read in the club of the tilt at the end.

transformation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to establish the meaning fairly assoil in context.




sin HATH NO Erinyes. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

shoemaker's last affair I can remember, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to Holy Order another one-half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take him up on one of his stakes again. Someday I will pick up not to do that. )

In any causa, there was a subdued"pansy"and the air was filled with a thick, choking swarm of some sort of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the edge and the base was coming up to fill me fast.



the pits HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my optic open. I am in a small room with bright visible radiation, stark albumen paries, no windows,
and only one doorway. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the wall, looking at a computer screen. Above his headway there are six vauntingly monitors, which are all blank shell. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to judge my situation.

I am lying on my backrest on a business firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally nude, with some sort of restraints around my wrists and ankles, which hold my paw down by my slope and my stage straight but slightly spread apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrow part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and heavily fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those gimmick that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to raise my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can palpate that the twist does not circle my full neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to trap me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such simplicity. Perhaps he does not even make I can teleport at all. That would be squeamish. I could be disengage in an heartbeat, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this way is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no estimate what is behind any of these paries. If that one doorway is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and contain my opportunity. Not a good bet, even under the best of circumstances.

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some style, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious muscles, dark fuzz, dismal eyes. He even has the Same kind of excessive burnside that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit forgetful than Logan's. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temple. His nerve is more square up off, with heavier lower jaw. His nose is directly, but prominent.

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

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to recognise that teleporting might be a fault, 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 beat you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, guess one can't have everything."

He comes over to the mesa and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck opening that are supposed to be able to prevent a sport from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the meter, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the damn things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and chassis out how to enchant and hold back the particular mutant, or mutation, that I'm after. make for to a greater extent of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty smile again and his part turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the ruler of this game, so heed carefully."

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

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

He raises one hand and distributor point a remote command twist toward the blank monitors. All six projection screen come to liveliness, showing me images of Logan from different angles and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplication of this room, held in shoes by a curiously-designed system of heavy restraints and metal prevention. He is bleeding from numerous slice and slashes and assorted other wound, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your hint, baby. He can't hear you. The picture is on both manner, but the audio's turned off mightily now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can get word us, not the other way around."He aims his remote control and clicks again."That will save me from having to recite the normal over again to him."

Logan is obviously conscious, since he raises his psyche and looks around as he hears our articulation. I can see his back talk move.

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

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

"It's rather a nice trace that he's scatter out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite set aside, considering.

"I gave a lot of opinion to designing restraints that would hold Jimmy, since his hook can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been well-situated enough to simply secure his forearms and mitt back flat against a paries, so that he couldn't use his hook to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a stead that gave me access code to his body from all directions, not just the straw man. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal constraint that enclose his arms from above his elbows to the ends of his spread fingers, you'll poster that his claws, if he bothers to extend them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the ceiling supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to quell that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to fend for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short string connecting the handcuff around his ankle joint to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach out far enough to kick me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

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

"Just like I know jemmy's power well enough to design that system, 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 unfold spaces 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, jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very alike edifice, far enough away so that it's out of visual kitchen range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might feel it eventually, but that would take time, more clock time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these way booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can detonate either or both of them from a ascendence dialog box in both edifice, if I choose to do so. In the former room, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the story mighty under your boyfriend and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many objet d'art of flaming body part that you wouldn't know what to deliver even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your short buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the expression on your aspect when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken extra caution with you. There are sensor in your restraint that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the bombs in both construction. You might keep your own life by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree diagram or a mountainside. And Jimmy will still be dead.

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

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

He sounds disgustingly self-satisfied and sure of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let luxate something that could be useful.

Giving each of us a poop flavour, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you try to miss and you're abortive, you'll get to determine the early one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your deterrent example. I know how to make jimmy screech, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And conceive of how much Jimmy would not revel seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

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

From the look on Logan's expression, this man is telling the verity. I close my eyes and try to keep my jounce and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingerbreadth grab my mentum and rick my side toward him. He shakes his brain as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be kind of cute, if not for those teeth. Let's have a closer feel, shall we ?"

He takes hold of my downcast jaw and opens my backtalk, turning my head from one side to the other and surveying my horrific mouthful of tooth. They are not my practiced feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the pinnacle of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a buck whose teeth are being examined to be indisputable the creature is not sometime and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets worse when he uses his thumb to feel along my top dentition. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite shrewd, especially the single in the midsection. He presses his thumb down on the point of the keen one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you reckon ?"

"I think any man who would pose his cock between those dentition is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no Coward, but I'm no sucker either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a light 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 nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."wellspring, you don't face like an elf to me. You look more like a poove, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll outcry you my slight blue poof boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

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

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to phone you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my epithet's Victor. Victor Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jimmy's brother. wellspring, half brother. Same father, different mothers. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The same healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

"All natural, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a looking over his shoulder at the varan, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not learn.

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

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

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

"Nice, isn't it ? black glass, assuredness and smooth. Should feel real dependable going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other bridge player to run the crisp hint of his claws teasingly along the product line of the scar on my blue abdomen, stopping just short of my phallus, which can not seem to resolve if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice putz, even if it is blue and kind of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A take to footling scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's approximation ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

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

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take care vith the cutting. Even scar from injuries do not spend a penny too practically of a mess."

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

Much to my chagrin, I discover that the table is made so that my base can be slid back and forth along the sides, simpleness and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The control even adjust the angle while they move, so that the soles of my foundation come down as he bends my ramification. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my rump. It occurs to me to wonder what else this tabular array 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 light if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any serious damage, in order to get a in effect mind of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another vicious grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the clock time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be a great deal fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the low taper end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a loss for Holy Writ, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this fourth dimension could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a footling, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shot around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this gunpoint, it feels effective and I know he is sort out about relaxing. All right, I will join forces, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to measure me in this way, it would be intimately to have him underestimate what I can take, rather than overrate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those nipper marks on your back, queer boy. jimmy may guess you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to evidence me how he tracked Logan to his campground, leaving him to his own gimmick for a time, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to compact up his things and hike back to the dear town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a fiddling longer by offering to tell him about his past.

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

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

"out-of-doors your eyes, faery boy,"he monastic order me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interesting result. 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 Sir Thomas More to play with on an rough phallus. I'm going to celebrate this dildo right here for a while but move it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My penis will continue to get engorged, trying vainly to labour the mind free of my seize prepuce.

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

That is about the last thing I would care to listen, for it would continue to rouse me. But master knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal thing, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in pain as my cock stiffens foster. I can not envisage that I will get hard enough to actually pluck 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 matter, but simply refused to cut the weave no matter what happened. Think about that for a while, fairy boy."

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the images it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the body process he and"jimmy"shared, while I go back to thought process of anything I can that might lessen my arousal.

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

"Shall I tell you how very raging jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another sharp push. I am beginning to approach my limit, as far as the breadth goes. In guild to induce him consider I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my dentition and wince. He smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

Mount Logan is reacting to my manifest painful sensation by struggling against his hamper and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, winner notices this."What's the matter, little sidekick ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to turn on the sound, so we can find out you ?"

Mount Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and split you right unresolved, 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 revel that though, didn't you ?"

I can not distinguish him no, as my concentrated peter would clearly record it to be a lie. Victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a quenched nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fay boy, I've got to call back not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do conciliate very well anyway. You can ask jemmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to stand up next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again flat down against the aerofoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one paw on my chest and begins to trace the cicatrix with the point of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemuse, as if he is more interested in my scratch than in the discussion."I would never give birth been able to give all this stuff, except that some very fat and very muscular folk hired me to take down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just collateral wrong. They think I'm going to wipe out Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just hold him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

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

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

He positions his claws around the ring of color, pricking just enough to make lineage."Now listen, and listen sound. If you behave well, I can liberate up one of your weaponry so that it's on a little Ernst Boris Chain. That way, you can strive the body of water feeding bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those things usable to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that honest about such matters, if I have no reasonableness to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The hook prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to recoil for concern it would drag those head through my flesh."If you're lying to me, bear in judgment that Jimmy will be the one to digest for it. You'll just get pretty hungry, not to advert being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

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

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

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

He clicks the remote restraint as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the door will only work by a spokesperson 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 nonsense give-and-take at the door. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his brass."He - he told you the the true about what we did. The sex was cruel, hideously barbarous. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each early like animate being. It was - hideously exciting."

I have every reason to bed how very closely sex is linked with violence in his Psyche, so what he tells me should descend as no surprisal, and yet it hurts.

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

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

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

He is pleading now, I can tell from his tone. His head is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should know that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to seem at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this mess. 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 psyche in self-disgust."I should have known. We fought for rattling when I told him. I had a probability to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the only windowpane I had into my puerility and my past. I - I wasn't thought 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 reasonableness. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the right time."

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

He winces, but continues to calculate at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the details immediately, but I was afraid. I let your self-assurance, and your love, overpower my fright. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for aught else ?"

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

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

"I am not so sure enough there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false wretchedness in my vox. If master is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at human face time value and conceive our situation is hopeless.

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

goodness. If I have convinced Mount Logan of my lack of promise, I have surely convinced Victor.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should pillow and take advantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since Victor could deliver at any clock time. The less ve public lecture of escape cock vhen he may be listening, the better."That shoemaker's last part is for master's capitulum, to a greater extent than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want Victor to learn anything more about us that he may be capable to use. We are dumb, each trying in his own way to unstrain and tranquillise himself into eternal rest. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time winner returns, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but bettor than nothing.

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

Logan nods.

Victor turns his aid back to me.

"We're going to wager nice this time, my niggling aristocratical fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my backtalk. When I try to turn over my headspring away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his clapper pressing hard, seeking entry. He must own forgotten about my tooth. I undefended my sassing slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not heavy enough to do serious damage, but hard enough to take up rip. This does not contain him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a twinge smacking.

If anything, the pain in the neck of his bitten tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his natural language is deeply into my mouth, I close my teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his tongue near the root, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A slow smile paste across his face, and he chuckles a bit.

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

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the top of his claws sleep against the understructure of my scrotum."It would seduce Thomas More sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to guide roue."I think you can envisage what would happen if I closed my fist right field 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 niggling plot vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not make up one's mind whether he is more angry or amused. amused wins. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the monitors."That reliable, jemmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"grievance one for the amobarbital sodium faerie,"winner says cheerfully."No more scourge of straightaway dying. However,"-- his good sense of humor alteration abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a question. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not inconvenience 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 remember I have felt so lost before individual else since I was a child, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear show. This man would acknowledge exactly how to use it to develop me.

"Let's head start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the hint of his chela lightly across my bureau, then begins following the scratch just as Logan often does with his finger's breadth. Scar tissue paper is less sensitive than ordinary flesh, but the aesthesis is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to hide the gleam I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my thorax to my belly, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.

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

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to hold in my treasonable eyes, my shame deepens. I do not require to relish what he is doing to me, and that is especially rightful as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my genitals. With a storm gradualness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, steady rhythm, rubbing a fingerbreadth now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasance of it, feeling that companion twitch begin abstruse inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to slacken whatever it is that causes this incredible delight. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his vocalism."Sure you do. You're squeamish and severely now. prevent it up, baby. Come for me. shew me how much you like what I'm doing. Show Jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and orchis. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will loosen. I will consider of how very much I hate his signature. I will concentrate on that, zero else.

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

"English, you mother-fucker ! English people !"His grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

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

"Bitte, winner - I mean, please -- German is the lyric 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 Kraut gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to lie with 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 grin he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

I pretend to be even more aghast, turning my fountainhead away from him as I stifle a joke. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many mass do. I only hope he knows very little beyond that.

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

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

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

I have barely begun to savor this minor triumph when master decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my hired hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just chance to have a skillful collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them entreaty to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the BASIC standard smooth plastic, medium sizing, uses 2 C barrage, and available in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the interior ? No solvent ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a legal brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such thing and I know they are entirely grand. The rapid vibration gets to the erotic cheek termination like nix else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to get out it in faster, mystifying, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing tickle, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to prevent it.

"Yeah, that's it. bear witness me how lots you're enjoying this, baby. Let me see it."

I want to tell him to go eff himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thighs tremble and my entire organic structure milkshake in the clench of my contradictory desires.

Then Victor touches another humble but to a greater extent acute vibrator to the tip of my dripping shaft. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's literal nice. tangible nice. You're getting to me, faggot boy. looking. I'll display you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own punishing prick."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my drumhead desperately, as if in fear. His member is indeed rather larger than I would prefer, but certainly not beyond what I could manage.

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these days. But not now. Now I want to see you come. That's just what I need to be ready to put the substantial thing into jemmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My spikelet arch and my hips lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to capture the author of that tantalizing wiz.

"plosive speech sound fighting me, queer boy. You know you want to let go."

He is right-hand. I will not be able-bodied to end. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic wave of pleasure cresting and ready to unwrap. In a go dire effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every brawn in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to harbor back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of golden joy turning my body into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no opinion of the chute of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the loudness of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down intemperately by my will. I hide my feel from master as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to try me false, I pretend zilch has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a affair was potential !

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

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

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

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

"Oh, did I forget to tell you they glow not only vhen I am raise, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is casual and quiet, 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 caustic remark earns me a penetrative sapidity in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head word go with the reverse, to minimize the wrong. Even so, my lip splits against the points of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of frustration, then leans over me and snarls,"donjon that up, faerie boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of matter 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 rakehell with his digit, then licking them.

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

As master stomps out of the elbow room, I start counting the secondment between the fourth dimension he leaves here and the time he appears in the other room with Mount Logan, in the promise that I can get some idea of how far away the other edifice is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's tread is roughly a meter long, that would construct it around 12 meters. nothing guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my genial enumeration necessarily exact. I realize this is a very fierce appraisal, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no choice but to watch master rape Logan, using none of the care and diplomacy that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can smart Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as Victor savagely bites and gouges his dupe as he does it.

Logan proves to be no more concerted than I was about allowing himself to get to orgasm as a result of winner's natural process.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing winner's face and I am afraid. I want to say Mount Logan to give in, sacrifice him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly suffer, but that is not a circumstance in Mount Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must test that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when last-place we spoke, he must also designate me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

And so I watch in silence. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more ascendance over his intimate reaction than I do. Either way, for all master's pains, he can not create Logan total, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several sexual climax of his own.

Finally, Victor gives up on the feat and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and defeat. Suddenly, his posture changes, he takes a rich breath and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to feed me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front end of Logan,"so I'm going to relieve oneself you give me your pain instead."

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

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the Monitor shows a close up of Logan's humble body. I can not tear my eye away from it as victor's pincer extend and go in."thigh-slapper for me, minuscule brother. I want to hear it. And I want your short down tooth fairy to take heed it also."

There is triumph in superior's eyes as he turns to expect at me. His helping hand closes tighter. Mount Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's finger displume downward, the crisp claws cutting through bleeding figure slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the egg are forced against it.

"full point being the strong silent type, little brother. Unless you want to see me do this to your piece of ass buddy once I'm finished with you."

The pincer finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended physical body at the tail end gives way, leaving master holding Logan's skewered balls in his handwriting. He continues to pull downward, drawing the tie ligaments and ducts out of the damn possibility.

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

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

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

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

Holding Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, victor laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the blood gush down from Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the last jest will be mine, no matter what the cost.


Victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to count the glide by time, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, infant ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my impart arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him enough that I can get a grasp on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a lump of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the rage burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His mitt moves toward my fount. My center close reflexively and the tip of a needlelike claw mite each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can breathe again.

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

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

He is right wing. I would almost have preferred a physical penalty to this. I want so a good deal to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is whole again. It is zippo curtly of amazing to catch when his body literally re-grows a part. However, it does subscribe to clock time and he is clearly suffering a considerable measure of pain in the neck as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his rice beer, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at shoemaker's last he looks at me with something other than hurting in his expression. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the ovolo up signal with my hand. He can not react in form, as his men are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A mutant SCORNED


As victor again takes the slackness out of my left hand hand chasteness and fastens it down, he input cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well finally clock time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sad you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to devote me what I want. This time, you're not going to have a choice."

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

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

The varan go shameful.

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

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis intemperate with his heart finger, smiling as I wince."English, retrieve ? 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 gimmick."conceive this to be a larn experience. This is a violet verge. It can do some concern things."

It does not look particularly telling. Just a sort of a handle with a authorise glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet coloring material. It looks like a very minuscule version of those blood plasma orb in science museums, where the spark follow your digit around on the surface of the earth.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my justly teat, and I expect him to rival me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small light jump between the wand and my cutis. Almost, it tickles, as if bantam feeler are wiggling around. The muscle of my dresser tighten in rousing, and my mammilla arise taut.

victor turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter electric discharge jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause real painfulness.

He moves the globe to my left face, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to writhe around as I become more aroused by the foreign feelings that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not need this to happen !

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

As he approaches my jetty, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my headland back as far as the metal dance band around my neck opening will allow. My teeth clench as I try to dampen a moan in anticipation of how it will sense when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one face, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower venter, following the blueprint of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think Thomas More clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last seance, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the chela piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicle, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his howler.

With this image held firmly in my mind, my phallus falter. I can secern it is beginning to droop, 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 fiddle the same game we played last metre, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks dance rapidly up the length of my shaft, then concentrate on the end, striking my scupper glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his balls clutched in victor's hand. Although I can experience that twitching, clenching wiz deep in my mole, I deliberately try to crush it. I will not let this happen !

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

He leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small cart with some sort of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it succeeding to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the feel of this. It is a metal box with several meters and sundry shift and buttons on the front.

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

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

"Get the characterization ? The electric current isn't anywhere near enough to do impairment, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel effective or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the answer to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real William Christopher Handy about this board, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire department that is usually between my ramification folds down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my legs bent at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My idea has run back to a docudrama I once watched about getting semen from dirty money bullshit. It did not come out all that bad, but the dogshit usually bellowed pretty loudly when the flow was turned on.

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

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

"privation to see what I'll be using on jemmy, if he proves as refractory 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 happy you're not getting this one."

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

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

Setting the monstrous affair aside, he flips a switch on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the level best setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couple of second. Then repeat that until the in demand consequence are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too fast for me, so I'll starting signal at the blue setting and work my way up. That should contribute you a prospect to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not live. I am proven right after only a few step-up in power. There appears to be a point where the touch sensation of tingling fervor and mild tensing of the brawn change into the muscle clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can cause burns, but surely a checkup device meant to be used on human being would check short of that. Each time now as Victor pushes the release that turns on the stream, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My stallion lower body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself pant, groan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me tangible hot. stay fresh it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

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

"That's safe, babe. A few More times 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 good one. Just a couple more and we'll be done."

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

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

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

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

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

I look sticker at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself unblock of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his facial expression, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a mo. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's elbow room that is supposed to be powerful enough to kill someone with that same healing divisor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the opportunity that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough thinking. I should be responding with more cuss, but I have used up about of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and deform it into German language as best I can remember it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded nasty. hypothesis you're pretty raging at me."The hand on my belly variety into fingertips pressing hard on the raw pressure stop along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the painful sensation, but his paw follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

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

"That was very nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me pull in Jimmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the background on the monitoring scheme. I can see the furore on Logan's face and hear his ragged breathing.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his lonesome reply.

winner tangle. I hear the suction stop of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to jimmy, but he won't be able to see or hear you."

Returning the mesa to its usual placement, he gives me a concluding pat on the belly, then turns away to gain everything together on his little cart.



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

So once again, I can do nothing but watch and hear as superior uses the immense probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull's eye, running it up a little at a time, as his trunk convulses and he bellows much like a bull might make. Eventually, of path, he is made to blurt out several times, just as I had been. I do not know if the current was decent to stop his spirit, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his control, his head teacher drooping on his chest of drawers. As far as I can narrate, he is breathing. Then the monitor lizard go fatal and the speaker falls silent.


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

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

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

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

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

"about of it is mine, you know."

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

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am trusted he is going to kill me with his bare hands. Then he storms out the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

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

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


Finally, the reminder and verbalizer come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his simplicity, with multiple bleeding gash down the insides of both thigh. His face is set in a painful grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. master is nowhere to be seen.

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

"Did he offer you a newspaper publisher cup, Elf ?"Mount Logan asks eventually.

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

"Took it in my mouth then spat it into his face, because nigh of it was his."Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.

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

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

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not have said that. I do not want Victor to even think that Logan translate German language."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not squall him Schatz, since I do not desire master to peck up on the fact that I can use it to grab Mount Logan's attention during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are full of adamantium and your torso 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 master's electroejac devices anymore, are we ?"

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

Mount Logan shakes his capitulum in demurrer, but he does not iron out the detail.

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

"Nein."

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

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

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

I raise an brow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not wish to promise such a affair, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want victor to have a go at it that.

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

From the smell on Logan's facial expression, I know my answer does not entirely gratify 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."Trust me."

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

Victor's phonation comes over the speaker unit."All right, enough of that, you two grass parakeet. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and devotion to each early. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our sentiment, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough approximation of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few things I must know before I dare try it. There are too many stranger, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to take to do.

In the secrecy and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the hope that I can believe of a meliorate way out of here. I try not to brood too practically on my eventual fate, if I can not get by, nor on Logan's, but it is backbreaking to keep such thoughtfulness out of my head.

I do not require to die, but if that is what happens, I will confront it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my ploughshare of joy in this life, especially lately with Mount Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is suitable of the God I choose to hump and worship, despite my many doubts and doubt. Either way, I can not complain.

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

Every fourth dimension superior leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Mount Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my estimation range anywhere from nine to twelve metre, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any capital aloofness. It has seemed all along to be excessive overkill to have two building, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be out of the question from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two separate construction, the threat of a bomb that could toss off Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would down master also.

I can draw a unsmooth hypothesis as to how spacious the bulwark of these room are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme point of placing large target outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the arena just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not do it what is directly outdoor of this construction, or if the outdoors door is locked.

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




It seems a foresighted time before Victor returns. As usual, he wastes no prison term fastening my wrist back down.

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

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my second joint, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not ache, since he is using very little pressure. In fact, it feels all too dear. If I did not jazz the horrors those terrible claws could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my optic, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tooshie, where the lightest mite sends tremble of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

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

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

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. goodness. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that section of my torso reacts. Why such a matter should go on, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my keister. In any case, I just want him to blank out all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my butt, which is plough upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to stir my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my body. After all, my prat can hold my weight and do circumstances of other fairly strenuous affair, so how sore could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you lie with ?"

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

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

He is still spirit on handling my tail, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily hand around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My hips are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to submit some of the tautness off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a slight experiment here, pouf boy. I just happen to have this prissy leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll revel things more if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to glance out underneath it. I know the sort of apprehension this creates, as some of my puerility customers did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so. However, knowing this does not make water me feel a whole lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fancy scratch, baby ? I could use this scalpel to make one the right way here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to locomote to the thicker parting, where there's Thomas More meat to puzzle out with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"delay real still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice straight crinkle, 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 representative shouts from the speaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a needle of some sort !"

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

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my small plot. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to look out me use this phonograph needle on your down in the mouth friend here, in a tight way than I had originally planned."

He turns his aid back to me.

"I don't have just one phonograph needle, nance boy, I've got a whole excerption of them. Various duration and various bore. You do roll in the hay that the higher the number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And frailty versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gage, but I think we'll begin with something small, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up in high spirits as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the fancy acerate leaf that have ornamentation on them."

"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear faint jingling haphazardness, as if he is sorting through a collection of diminished metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gage acerate leaf, child, the smallest size I have."His fingerbreadth move to the very end of my poor people tail, where it comes to a fairly tart power point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of loose pelt for me to work with."

A small prick, magnified by a scrape against the underlying bone, then another prick as the full point of the needle comes out again. It does not bruise very much, but it is not easy either.

His finger move past the alloy band that secures my tail, but only by a centimetre or two. Again the double scratch of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will seem tangible sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly nothing to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my stern, informing me each fourth dimension when the diam of the acerate leaf gets prominent. By the prison term he is close to the place where my bottom meets my body, we are up to the 18 bore single. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those early acerate leaf that are still in place.

"go one for your tail, sprite boy. This is a 14."

Well, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the peel along the top of the shaft, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very nice decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, baby, but your shaft is hard."

I clench my dentition firmly as the acerate leaf goes through the skin held between his fingers.

"Lapp thing below the mark. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

I do not spread my oral fissure, but I can not restrain back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't headache, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very inadequate. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to fare."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic botheration turns into real painful sensation, so don't fuss to try to lead astray me. I've learned to evaluate that edge very closely, because I can sense the difference. With you, I intend to detain pretty close to that edge, although I may queer it now and then."

He drives the acerate leaf into me, just above my pussy. And leaves it there, as he removes the blindfold.

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

Tentatively, I open my optic and look down at superior's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the acerate leaf. Two shiny red spirit grace the top and the bottom of the mark, while a short cosmic string of pearls dangles from the tip of my firm penis. All the way down the duration of my hindquarters there are other exchangeable matter : the figure of a petite cat, several kinds of peak, a sword lily, a few diminished feather, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent Inachis io feather !

I am well and truly amaze !

"Well ?"superior asks impatiently.

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

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

superior's eyes fall out mine."What do you recollect, jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an esthetic stripe, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

master snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the finishing trace !"He picks up what looks like a small blowtorch and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one more small thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's fire. ticker. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the back of his hired man."It burns, but not much, because it's done fasting. 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 point.

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

"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it high-risk. Doing it in a very sore place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a digit over that spot between the bag of my fundament and my anus.

"No ! Victor, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scrape down your backrest from Jimmy's nipper, but maybe this will depart a scar for you to remember me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each piddling decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to suit accustomed to the pain of the needle in my glans, not to mention the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

Take a cryptical breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far risky than this in your life-time. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your home of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

master has reached that sensitive fleck now. Placing his fingertips on the burning, he rubs the entire area in a flier move, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverted smorgasbord of joy and pain throughout my entire bulwark. I can not help but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my headspring, rim still clenched tightly.

His deal shifts to my pecker, holding it near the al-Qaeda and rolling it slightly between his fingerbreadth. Another variety of pain and pleasure, as my member hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can finger the twitch of heightened desire Menachem Begin to make itself matte deep inside me. No ! Not now !

master evidently decides that this would be a good time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Does jemmy ever let you have sex him, poove boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

"You vill stimulate to ask him that."I know full well that I will suffer for this, and I am not testify wrong.

"Don't turn games with me. You'll find I'm much skillful at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the rejoinder, 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 lifespan. It is way too long and much too wide and does not constrict very a great deal before the flared end, as it should.

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my buns near the understructure, holding me in place."Hold still, dammit ! Don't consecrate me a grueling time, pouf boy, or you just might get my helping hand up your ass instead of this prissy smooth dildo. I know an interesting little magnetic variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

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

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

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

"Victor, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

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

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

I can try 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 question, jemmy. 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 little twit do that to you ? !"

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

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

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

But it is too former. winner turns to the camera, his grimace set in a maze."All rightfield, you two have really pissed me off big metre. I'm gon na instruct you a lesson you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blueness faggot, this is what you get."

As he shoves the buns plug in the rest of the way, I feel something buck inside me and can not suppress my scream. His grin becomes a panoptic grinning.

Tears run down my expression as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene names and threatens impossible class of mayhem.

winner ignores us both.

"bread and butter 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 return and yield to fit the leather shoulder strap around my shank and between my peg. The strap between my legs is wide of the mark, but has an opening in the middle to give up my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the broad section behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the substructure of the stopple. The shoulder strap divides once again to go around either English of my tail.

"There. Now you can't get-up-and-go it out even if you try. That should keep on you occupy for a patch, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks really squeamish seeping out around the leather shoulder strap, and all those nice decorations make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so angry at jemmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still maddened, he storms out the threshold, without releasing my forget manus as he usually does. Trying to ignore the bother, I focus on counting the bit but get no encourage than three when winner appears in the former room. Even at a fast run, he could not take in covered much distance in such a short time. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the Saami construction as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so unintelligent as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my restraints that would observe my sudden absence in order that some former variety of less deadly dummy maw would be sprung.

My conjecture are cut myopic as I see winner shove his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

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

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

His smile is more than usually brutal as he grins at me from the Monitor. I know what is coming adjacent, and my marrow cringes within my breast. But I can do zippo about it, former than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At unlike angles and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into 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 bowel twisted between his fingerbreadth then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his torment. I force my centre to continue open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my face and son of a bitch racking my body. His backtalk material body my epithet, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Mount Logan has almost recovered from the trial by ordeal, which would let left any other man, with the possible exception of Victor, idle. He still appears sapless and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably ask that his scourge abdominal organ are in the cognitive operation of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the archetype injury. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary individual, I have noticed that the retrieval sentence after being injured can be risky under some portion, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain in the ass might well be concentrated into that briefer time span.

For just a bit, I experience a penetrating pang of enviousness for Logan's power to bring around, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing botheration inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not bruise all that much until later, when contagion sets in and the abdominal bodily cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a botheration deeper inside that shows no signal of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large stopper. Nor can I adjust to the grueling pressing and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the low-spirited part of my sigmoid Colon as well. Usually I can relax and let myself to open up and adulterate, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Mount Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

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

"I can't pedestal 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 able to speak to me.

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

I can retrieve of nothing he can do that would improve thing in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This meter, 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 get you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my headland before I take it out some former way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just spread out your legs for me and fold your centre, preparing to prevail it."

"master can take heed us,"I object, opening my eyes to get Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't founder a tinker's dam in Hell if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to jazz someone. Now blockade interruptin'me and close your oculus. rivet on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. Pretend I've got a shaft as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm immense and arduous and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you all-embracing than you've ever been before, and you're taking me mystifying and deeper into your body. I'm piece of ass 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 tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm pain you, but wanting so very much to give you joy, not painfulness. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in parliamentary law to appease sane.

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

"It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to issue forth, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest, my finger spread wide to touch and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my early hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed cunt. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your brawniness clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasms that drive me groundless. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My finger's breadth work you frantically now. Your soundbox opens impossibly further, yielding to my unforgiving tone-beginning, pulling me in deeper. I can hold out no longer. With a few more strokes, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my bureau as I struggle to hitch my breath."

As the tour of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my coming. The deep aching annoyance is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the stress in my gut. I want to cry. I want to harbor him while he holds me. But world will not allow 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. hitch with me here, darlin ’.

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bath to start the hot weewee running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my blazonry then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your typeface 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 musculus I can feel beneath my handwriting. And they do relax, a little, but I can still feel that aching ruggedness inside you.

"I soap you up and wash you off with the shower bath attachment while the water runs down the drain. I help you up and roll you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilet, then gestate you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my branch, where I can defend you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the bakshis of your ear and your shut eyelids. I place my hired man once more on your belly, just above your penis 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 piddle it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also mend the ones you love. All I can do is hold you close and hope that I may never birth to let you go. Finally, you rest your mitt on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time. Your headway lolls against my chest of drawers. And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping sentinel as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something untimely. It is harder for me to remember straight, what with the steady ache abstruse inside me, on top of my former accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a feverishness and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even progress to for the pee bottleful, since victor did not disengage my hand at all net metre. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my breadbasket is right-down queasy just at the thought of solid food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reasonableness, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing transmission. My metre is clearly running out. I can not open to play biz with Victor much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as Victor comes into the elbow room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the butt end quid. The disconnected stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing inscrutable interior. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the batch of rake and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

giving in to one of the strange quirks of mischief that often invade my brain, I conclude with another of my Germanized edition of a Yiddish oath."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im dreck !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh lamb ! Did I blank out to free your bridge player last meter ? 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 brain, but we'll starting time there."

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

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted face and agitate my head.

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

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

"Come on, superior, is that the ripe you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to fuddle your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the relief of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playing child's games and get down to the real thing. roll in the hay me ! Shove your pecker up my ass and see if you really can anguish me with it. Let's get this over with, right on now."

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

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

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

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

I can barely subdue a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, victor, nein !"

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his lip over my aright pap and suck. At first, it feels nice. I dare to slack a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief rest period. I feel a bridge player reach for my other mamilla, pinching it lightly. If the eternal sleep of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the minor quantity of urine that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my belly, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eye look a bit brighter now and that pretty profane dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive spot just below my backside that he burned during our hold up seance.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

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

"sin, fairy boy, by the clip you feel my cock inside you, it'll be a reliever, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make for certain you enjoy it. How'd you like jemmy to keep an eye on 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 derive vith jimmy inside me ? Or me inside Jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an extortionate small 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 mean solar day. Maybe I'll save you alive a piddling yearner. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your life worth to you ?"

"Not enough to drop 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 curses ?"I just scowled."In any causa, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fairy boy."

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

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the but kind of beloved you know."I let him think about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not support 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 cocksucker ! I'm warning you -"

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

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished piece of tail you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so much that I'll keep you both alive."

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

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

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

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

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

He places his hand flat on my abdomen."You'd right plosive speech sound now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you scream some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill create Jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck soul else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an chesty public eye."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 full just shut your backtalk, you damn Kraut. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

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

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

I do not demand my oculus 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 select German epithets into his face.

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

Desperate to restrain Logan from interfering any advance, I add one Sir Thomas More angry ‘ swearing ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on Victor's look that I have won. He literally rips off his own gasp. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. goodness. That is what I want. Do not think about it anymore, you overgrown arsehole. Just do it !

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

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

Despite what some men may want to think, no penis is a weapon of mass demolition. However, almost any member can become a weapon of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than formula. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my optic and try to clear my mind in order to focus on the floating cloud meditation that helped so often when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow for me this escape.

"clear your eyes, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my head.

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

I surrender to that demand.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so a good deal ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I end struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a individual can give to evince both joy or painfulness. I learned a few new ace from superior Creed.

"null to say now, smartass ? Not so for certain 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 guts apart, fay boy."

He could almost make estimable on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely proceed my brain on what I must do, but I have to take it for a footling while yearner. I want all of him inside me, in parliamentary procedure to be sure as shooting.

Then he hits a seat that turns the pain in the neck into agony.

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

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

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and understand that I have been successful in my enterprise. If there was any question, the shriek and cursing that reaches me even through the shut down door would sustain convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should come about at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The but matter I hear is a voiced"poof ”. No bomb, but only the Saame gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to hold my breathing place.

Now I must go for that my decision about Logan being in this Same building are discipline. If not, once victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be capable to come after me. Or sorry : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may detonate the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is aught but a short corridor, with one door on the position opposite to mine and one room access next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hall, I am leaving a lead of bloodline behind me. There is only so much metre left before I have to pass off, or before I collapse from loss of stemma, for I know some of that blood line is mine.

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

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

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

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

And find myself right following to Logan ! His eyes flare wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

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

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

As soon as we are there, I scan the hobo camp. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an gap under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more meter. Each fourth dimension, I grow sapless, sicker, and more spent.

Finally I have to halt. My genu go washy. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

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

This metre he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and smash off a inadequate small-arm."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any More price to your mouth. Now, pushing as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the joint as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his finger's breadth in society to get a clutch on the ragged and torn physical body of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a screaming and pushing again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the cadaver into the bushes around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his paw off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no worse damage abstruse interior. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find oneself something to stop the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

I nod."Just - make certain - the wanderer is not - still in it."

"No trick. Not now."I feel him overspread my keister and pack the sonant, viscous substance against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to prognosticate that, you must first get sure enough you never do anything to deserve it."

"No worry on that accounting, Elf."

"Victor - he vill spring up it back ?"

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

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

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

I nod a piffling and smile through clenched teeth.

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

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

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

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a acutely spasm tears through my gut. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then blow over out.

After that I have no consistent memory of what happened for the farseeing part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the prison term, with dart episodes of half-consciousness mixed in.

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

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

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying blazonry. At first I try to ignore the disturbance. I am so well-heeled here. No botheration, no fear, just a fog of nihility. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A piercing spasm of pain component the drapery of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my middle open and my mind back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. bleary and confused, I realize we are on the banking concern of a wide stretch of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly smooth smirch of ground at the base of a tree. The automobile trunk is so wide that both Logan and I holding hired hand could not easily encircle it. There are no branch lower than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cutting and weal from louse bites, in varying stages of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly hungry, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the senior high temperature of our surround. If I do not get discussion soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant fashion. But it will not help oneself to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to interest about.

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

Extending his blades, he literally claws his way up the body until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the midst leaf. All I want to do is lead out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that winner is tracking us even now, not to refer all the possible dangers that may lurk in a hobo camp such as this. Death follows all too easily in the Wake Island of sloppiness in such an environment.

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

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

swim is not well-off for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton in the closet makes it toilsome enough for him to abide afloat, much lupus erythematosus 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 public eye of twinkle from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The distance appears to be approximately three klick. I can see what looks like a clear stretch of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin on the far side, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am light and sick.

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

He makes an crusade to smile, adding a sardonic hiss."Lapp thing I'd say about my ability to drown across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no meter to disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his cervix, I take us away from our present position.

vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty lieu that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with total darkness closing in on my visual sense. 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 side of the river, so perilously close to a Tree that I could reach out and contact it. Logan's facial expression is distinctly Green River. My breadbasket doesn't feel too in effect either.

"Rough trip and a overemotional landing,"he says with an drive at a sickly grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

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

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

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

Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the palm of his hands and holds it to my back talk. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to assist. After a few more unequal handfuls, he shakes his nous."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may give up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

"Yes. If he can happen our odour to set about with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be disturbed than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

muteness falls over us again. The water supply sits large in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one hand on my belly, pressing gently. It feels hard as a circuit card. Not just at all. I push button 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 proficient chassis, you're ripe. I can cull up that much from your fragrance,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

A few more than handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a humble child. Now, at terminal, I can block off fighting the impuissance and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder joint as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting dark of obliviousness holds me in its blazonry and I know nothing more.



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

Voices echo through my head, a foreign language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brasil then ? That would explicate the rain forest and the language. As I listen, I find that my underlying knowledge of Spanish allows me to hold out many of the actor's line.

Through the haze of fever and pain, I feel something pie-eyed around my arm, followed by the small pang of a goad seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical deftness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my ticker. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Mount Logan's face. No, just two strange adult female, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dehydrated body.

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

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

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

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of water to my back talk, helping me hold my pass up enough to need a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill live. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my venous blood vessel. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my header begins to feel light and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



consequence

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

Of grade, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He captures the flatten out end of my tail, 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 pauperism to move around in the newly air and sunshine again."

"No job. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a clock time in silence. The leafy vegetable of the leaves and chaparral surrounding me seems shining than usual and the smorgasbord of nature delight my eyes, after staring at the beige wall of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

"Isn't that kind of far away for your world-class manner of walking ?"

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

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

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to have his idea off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and pluck him along."come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It is beautiful early in the dawn. Besides, you vere gladiolus 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 line ?"I say lightly.



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

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

"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 violent storm and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I believe you."I could order 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 unsound of it. The unsound is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the rest of my living. Yet it was awful. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

"Yes, actually, it does."Of track he would relish it with a cooperator 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 breather, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, aware that I may not wish the solution."How practically vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

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

"For one matter, all the hooey he told me about what we had done together when we were vernal - well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the war, the fight and killing. I dunno. After the wars were over, the universe wasn't a solid lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to dwell like that, and I knew I would have to, if I stayed with Victor."

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

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

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

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

"Ja. But at to the lowest degree I vas not the one who spilled the Milk in the first shoes,"I remind him.

We both get a jape out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The water coruscation in the former morning sun, as a light breeze skip over the airfoil. I drink in the surface area of grim, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would shrivel and die if I did not have such peach to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is brutal and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just happen to have a couple of granola barroom in my 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 side by side to him, leaning my head on his berm as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the taste hold up 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 than I wanted to tell 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 a lot importance on honesty and receptiveness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my subdivision just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't Tell you was that it happened while I was lying following to winner, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to bring around. That's when I made up my mind. The next first light I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

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

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

"I do not think so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly pose look on me."I do not vant you to find that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not incapacitated. I may not be so strong and hoodlum as you are, but I can hold my own."

"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just hold your own. You rescued me. Do you call up I didn't observance that ?"

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

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

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

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me punishing and long. As common, he ends up with blood on his mouth from pressing too hard against my incisive dentition. He rubs it absently away with the spinal column of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting natural process to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then release my forefront away."There, you see ? No man in his right field mind vould put his member into my oral fissure, not even Victor. You have never done more than than occasionally hold yours up to my brim vhen you are prepare, so I can fuddle your cum."

I lick my sassing at the thought, recalling the feeling and the sense of taste of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do not have to fit to quell where I am. I know my indrawn breathing spell and the glow that is starting to fill my heart has agreed for me.

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

I nod, my sass still stretched undefended. It is painfully unmistakable that the temporomandibular joint where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as most of the remainder of my joints.

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hand that was on my rear end moves around to the presence to reach down into my sweatpants and take cargo area of my prick. As my body reacts to this, my oral cavity closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to take place. You've got ta pay more tending to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."

I am tempted to nod my apprehension, but that might well make more bloodshed.

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

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

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not respond by forgetting about my teeth. No rakehell this time.

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips hand a picayune upward quirk as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his knock, as he spreads his knee joint slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his denim and underwear pushed down his thigh, with his stiffening tool jutting out above the fabric. His slurred pubic hair obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to describe back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the feature odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come up before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to sustain my sassing candid as wide as will be necessary for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slight imbrication of the wave on the shoring save time. The piece of cake brings forth a rustle of leave of absence from the Tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's torso from my new vantage decimal point, my finger teasing his shaft with gentle touches, soon changing into a steady cam stroke as they combine to contain him within a fist. His hips begin to make a motion in time with my regular recurrence and he groans.

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

In a quick news bulletin of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ embrasure while taking winner's dick along inside me. Yes, all too delicate, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the retention. Would I have done that, if I did not have it off he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

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

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his words, and I try concentrated to devour his hammer fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to watch the rhythm method of birth control of his poke as well as I can. His hand touches the vertebral column of my head, but he does not try to pull me closer, as surely must be his impulsion. He just holds my hairsbreadth and murmurs,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to emit around the object now far down my pharynx, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouth as wide candid. I feel him genuflect one of my lower teeth and taste profligate, but it does not appear to disoblige Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image newsflash across my thinker : kneeling at the communion table runway as the priest lays the hallow Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this opinion sacrilege - or just a dissimilar form of holiness ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for pardon and go thanks for the almost unbearable ravisher of this moment.

Then my back talk is evacuate and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me fold against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His hands unfasten my belted ammunition, as I realize I have a severely and aching erection. Barely do I palpate the warmly breeze on my freed turncock, followed by the touch of his hired man on the sensitive flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Mount Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick glob of seed into his mouth, then kisses me with the appreciation of my own cum, as our glossa intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this sentence 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 firstly choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

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

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

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

But already the image has flashed across my mind of Victor's hired man tearing through Logan's gut, and his riot of pain rings through my head.

"appreciation me, Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

"Ja."I take a trench breath and loosen up a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't mislay me, ya dumb Kraut,"he says, ruffling my fuzz."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 mean I didn't learn about of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will accommodate to being a bit discombobulate about the onion and the chandelier though."

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

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

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




German language Translation hellhole HATH NO wildness. ..

Lieber Gott ! Dear God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like underworld !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






High German TRANSLATION. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! Stop !

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

Filthy pig ! You should move around into a chandelier, so you can cling during the day and burn by Night !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
shucks ! The Beelzebub take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy brute !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
occlusive ! ( Nipponese soldierly arts condition which has been established in a previous story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be fix !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish for water



GERMAN TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In parliamentary procedure

Something a lilliputian Different
As the Twig is set
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
sin Hath No delirium