This is the fifth part news report of a much longer write up arc, which is best read in the Holy Order of the List at the end.

rendering of High German Book or phrasal idiom at the end. However, I have tried to take in the import fairly unclutter in context.




underworld HATH NO wildness. ..


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


overture : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a fairytale, we should by rights have reached the part where Logan and I would hold up happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my thinker and I open my oculus, I get the estimate that is not what is going to happen.

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

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



HELL HATH NO Fury

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my oculus open. I am in a pocket-sized way with brilliant lights, stark white walls, no windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computing device screen. Above his head there are six large monitors, which are all blank. 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 book binding on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally defenseless, with some sort of restraints around my radiocarpal joint and ankle, which hold my deal down by my incline and my legs straight but slightly disperse apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the minute part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something taut and tough fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those twist that prevent mutants from using their powerfulness ! I try very slowly to raise my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can find that the device does not encircle my stallion 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 pull in I can easily teleport out of such simpleness. Perhaps he does not even realize I can teleport at all. That would be overnice. I could be free in an instant, either way.

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

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no approximation who he is, but in some agency, he resembles Logan. Obvious brawn, dark hair, benighted center. He even has the same sort of excessive mutton chop that almost but not quite come together at his Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit short than Logan's. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His grimace is more squared off, with dense jowls. His nose is unbowed, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty sight. There is cypher but inhuman treatment in his smile.

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to recognise that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big jeopardy. smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to amaze you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, approximate one can't have everything."

He comes over to the table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck that are supposed to be able to prevent a variation from using his powers, aren't you ? The response is simple-minded : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this distaste to the damn things. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to capture and hold the finicky mutant, or sport, 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 vocalization turns gruelling."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one hand and points a remote control device toward the blank shell proctor. All six concealment come to animation, showing me figure of Logan from different angle and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplicate of this elbow room, held in place by a curiously-designed organisation of heavily restraints and metal stripe. He is bleeding from numerous snub and slashes and assorted other combat injury, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The video is on both ways, but the sound recording's turned off veracious now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can get wind us, not the other way around."He aims his remote and click again."That will save me from having to narrate the normal over again to him."

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

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

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

"It's rather a nice touch that he's spread out into a nifty X like that, don't you think ? Quite seize, considering.

"I gave a lot of idea to designing restraint that would restrain Jimmy, since his chela can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can carry them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been easy enough to simply ensure his forearms and workforce back 2-dimensional against a wall, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself promiscuous, but I wanted him in a location that gave me access to his body from all counseling, not just the straw man. If you take a feel at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his branch from above his elbow joint to the remainder of his spread fingers, you'll card that his claws, if he bothers to stretch forth 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 spirit level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the cap, but it doesn't have to delay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stomach for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short-circuit chain connecting the handlock around his mortise joint to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to contact far enough to kick me. On the other manus, 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, aristocratical boy. Over sentence, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a prissy padded table. Now pay attention, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

After a prompt coup d'oeil in Logan's centering, 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 to get a line the limits of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open spaces in the area around it outside. I made surely you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this building or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar building, far enough away so that it's out of optic cooking stove and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might incur it eventually, but that would guide time, to a greater extent clock time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these elbow room booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can detonate either or both of them from a controller dialog box in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary bomb calorimeter mounted beneath the floor decent under your beau and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly vaunt him into so many patch of flaming trunk parts 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 shove along up your fiddling buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your brass when I do."

Our capturer favors me with a gloating grin.

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

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

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

He sounds disgustingly self-satisfied and indisputable of himself as he tells us all this. I say aught, hoping he will let slip something that could be utile.

Giving each of us a after part look, he goes on with his talk, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to scat and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch over the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your example. I know how to make jemmy screeching, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And ideate how much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

The man gives a cryptical chortle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Logan."What's the subject, jemmy ? Don't want your petty friend to know what went on between us ? Don't want him to know how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the Sir Henry Wood, and you loved it ?"

From the look on Logan's face, this man is telling the true statement. I close my eye and try to observe my shock and spite hidden.

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

He takes hold of my grim jaw and opens my mouth, turning my head from one incline to the former and surveying my dreaded mouthful of teeth. They are not my substantially feature of speech and I am acutely cognizant of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a buck whose teeth are being examined to be sure the animal is not elder and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets bad when he uses his pollex to feel along my top teeth. In gain to being very crooked, they are also quite sharply, especially the ones in the heart. He presses his ovolo down on the gunpoint of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a cock sucking ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stick his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very jerky. I'm no coward, but I'm no sap either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to hold its wholeness, boy."

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

He gives a short jape."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."fountainhead, you don't look like an elf to me. You look Thomas More like a fagot, except for the colouration. Yeah, that's it. I'll song you my little blue queer boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

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

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's Victor. Victor credo, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's chum. Well, half-brother. Same father, different mothers. I'm a lot like him in many elbow room. The same healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

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

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

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

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not like to have this particular token inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? lightlessness glass, aplomb and smooth. Should feel rattling good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hired man to run the needlelike bakshis of his claws teasingly along the line of merchandise of the scar on my get down venter, stopping just short of my phallus, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or care it.

"Nice cock, even if it is dingy and kind of on the near side."Then he looks a petty closer."What's this ? A fancy little cicatrice. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

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

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take guardianship vith the press clipping. Even scrape from injuries do not make too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, queer boy."He looks again at my pitiful bewildered shit, which still has not made up its intellect whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised turncock like yours. to a greater extent to roleplay with. And speaking of playing, let me read you a unparalleled feature of speech of this mesa you're lying on. Like jimmy's simpleness, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my chagrin, I discover that the table is made so that my understructure can be slid back and forth along the sides, restraint and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The constraint even adjust the angle while they move, so that the soles of my groundwork come down as he bends my peg. He leaves me with my stifle bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to inquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can use up without incurring any sober impairment, in orderliness to get a better idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lubricant on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another cruel grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the fourth dimension 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 lowly tapered end of the dildo against my scuttle, I find myself at a passing for words, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A hurt input at this time could be something I would rue later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a piffling, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass barb around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this detail, it feels good and I know he is chastise about relaxing. All flop, I will join forces, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to measure me in this way, it would be right to have him underestimate what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those hook sign on your spinal column, fairy boy. Jimmy may think you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to secernate me how he tracked Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tab on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to wad up his things and hike back to the nearest town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a petty longer by offering to order him about his past.

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

The words hurt much more than than the dildo does, at this point in the transactions. Much to my shame, my member decides it just might relish the feeling, and I can tell that my oculus are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my read/write head as far away from his gaze as I can and twinge my eyes closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my mentum and turns my facial expression back.

"Open your eyes, fagot boy,"he monastic order me."Do it, or jimmy will pay the price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your heart get brighter as I work your shaft,"he concludes."Very worry force. 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 full-length penis. I'm going to preserve 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 become pig out, trying vainly to push the head dislodge of my captured foreskin.

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

That is about the final thing I would care to find out, for it would go along to come alive me. But winner knows that. He describes some of the things he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather barbarous things, while I lie there trying hard not to wrestle in annoyance as my pecker stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

I do, and I do not particularly love the prototype it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the natural action he and"jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might lessen my arousal.

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

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

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

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

A lower crown of thorns his look as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. Killed a shitload of them in the in conclusion human race War. Wouldn't judgment killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Krauthead bullshit, fairy boy. Say it in side, if you expect me to understand, much less do as you ask."

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

Mount Logan is reacting to my apparent pain sensation by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the turning point of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the thing, minuscule brother ? You look as if you'd like to differentiate me something. need me to deform on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, infant, and split you right open, 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 level eases as he slowly and teasingly withdraws the dildo."You did rather enjoy that though, didn't you ?"

I can not tell him no, as my severely cock would clearly prove it to be a lie. Victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to commend not to be overly assuage or you won't take as very much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't vexation about that happening, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to stand next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again flat down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one deal on my dresser and begins to trace the cicatrix with the peak of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scars than in the discussion."I would never have been able to afford all this stuff and nonsense, except that some very rich people and very knock-down phratry hired me to take down the horrific Wolverine. You're just collateral scathe. They think I'm going to kill jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just restrain him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jemmy and I can engage ourselves out to some early equally powerful kinsfolk and be safe. Or at least as good as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He emplacement his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw rake."Now listen, and listen safe. If you behave well, I can exempt up one of your coat of arms so that it's on a suddenly mountain range. That way, you can pass the water supply nursing bottle I've got on a ledge under the tabular array along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such thing, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

"So you gon na be a skillful slight boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the severely, and I assure you the much more mussy and unpleasant, way ?"

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws mother fucker just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fear it would haul those points through my flesh."If you're lying to me, tolerate in judgment that jimmy will be the one to stomach for it. You'll just get pretty hungry, not to mention being left to lie in your own weewee and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

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

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

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na get out you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and jemmy can talk thing over. I'm not going to severalize you what sentence 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 minuscule more fun."

He clicks the outback control as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the ignition lock on the room access will only work by a vocalism 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 word at the door. There is only silence in the elbow room, as Logan and I stare at each other. Mount Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my articulatio radiocarpea, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can hit well-nigh of the way to my brass and a niggling way down below my hips.

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

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every reasonableness to roll in the hay how very closely sex is linked with violence in his psyche, so what he tells me should issue forth as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

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

I take a breath and exhale, trying to blackball the shakiness that threatens my vocalisation."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"

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

He is pleading now, I can tell from his flavor. His headspring is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Logan. You should love that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his head in self-disgust."I should cause known. We fought for veridical when I told him. I had a chance to vote down him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the lonesome window I had into my childhood and my past times. I - I wasn't thinking of what might pass to you."

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to look 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 authority, and your love, overmaster my fearfulness. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

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

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

"I am not so sure as shooting there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false miserableness in my voice. If victor is listening, I want him to guess I have taken all of what he said at face value and believe our situation is hopeless.

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

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

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan prognosticate to rescue me. That will put victor's focal point on him as a potential deliverer, rather than me. That could come in handy later.

"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name really jimmy ?"

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

"It has a prissy audio to it, I think. Vould you like me to send for you jimmy instead of Logan ?"

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

"trade good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take reward of this hiatus to try to get some sleep, since Victor could reelect at any sentence. The LE ve talking of leak vhen he may be listening, the better."That last-place function is for winner's ears, more 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 able-bodied to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to unwind and calm himself into rest. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time victor income tax return, I am awake and hold tried out the sanitary organization. Not altogether corking, but proficient than nothing.

The number 1 affair he does is reset the cuff around my wrist into its berth by my side. Then he faces Mount Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your sassing shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

master turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to play nice this time, my piffling dark fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a fingerbreadth over my lips. When I try to turn my head away, he grabs my mentum. Then he covers my lips with his mouthpiece, his glossa pressing hard, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I unfastened my oral fissure slightly. When he tries to entreat his advantage, I bite his spit. Not hard enough to do serious damage, but hard enough to draw ancestry. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a stinging smacking.

If anything, the pain of his sting tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my lip, I close my teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will break up his spit near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A slow grin spreads across his face, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got flavor, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my dupe doesn't just dethaw into split and start begging for mercifulness, at first anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speechmaking of come up, what do you like, baby ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely hate ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the pourboire of his claws rest against the base of operations of my scrotum."It would ready more sense for you to dread me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his suitcase tightens only enough to draw line."I think you can imagine what would happen if I closed my clenched fist right now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

"I vould very likely bleed to death. And your little secret plan vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not trusted I like that. Does jimmy take this form of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"Score one for the amobarbital sodium queer,"Victor says cheerfully."No to a greater extent threats of immediate dying. However,"-- his good humour changes abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some quick pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

"Now, let's get life-threatening, shall we ?"

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

"Let's beginning again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his claw lightly across my chest, then begins following the scratch just as Logan often does with his fingers. cicatrice tissue is less tender than ordinary bicycle flesh, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickle. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to hide the gleaming I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work out his way down my dresser to my abdomen, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.

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

I shake my head.

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

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

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, calm rhythm, rubbing a digit now here, now there. I gasp at the delight of it, feeling that associate twitch start deep inside me. No ! I try to contend it, try to slack up whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his phonation."Sure you do. You're courteous and hard now. keep back it up, infant. cum for me. usher me how much you like what I'm doing. Show jemmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and balls. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will unwind. I will suppose of how practically I hate his ghost. I will contract on that, goose egg else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smiling 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 demoralize, turning my head away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many people do. I only hope he knows very picayune beyond that.

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Lapp feeling of voice, but with my eyes focused on Mount Logan's ikon in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

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

I have barely begun to savor this tyke triumph when superior decides to vary tactics.

"Maybe my mitt just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more than acute. I just bechance to take a nice collection of vibrators useable. Let's see if one of them solicitation to you. Here we are, faerie boy : the basic monetary standard smooth plastic, medium size, uses 2 C electric battery, and available in an attractive bright garden pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely marvelous. The rapid vibration gets to the titillating nervus endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to eviscerate it in faster, bass, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing tickle, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and atonement. I am gasping with the elbow grease of simultaneously wanting to issue forth and struggling to forbid it.

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

I want to severalise him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thighs tremble and my entire physical structure shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

"Oh yeah, that's rattling nice. Real nice. You're getting to me, fay boy. look. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stick by deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own concentrated prick."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these daylight. But not now. Now I want to see you total. That's just what I need to be set up to put the real thing into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My prickle arch and my coxa lift up from the tabular array, involuntarily seeking to charm the source of that tantalizing sensation.

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

He is right. I will not be able-bodied to block. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the rapt waves of delight cresting and ready to smash. In a last heroic campaign to forbid ejaculating, I tense every musculus in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A rough satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing undulation of prosperous joy turning my consistence into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my phallus, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasms that continue on within my consistency, while everything is locked and held down intemperately by my will. I hide my feelings from victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to prove 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 thing was potential !

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

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

I gather my scatter wits and respond casually,"Now, Victor, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

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

"Oh, did I forget to separate you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very impregnable emotions, including anger and cult ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My feel is casual and sedate, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to bristle again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a acute slap in the fount. I see it coming, so I make sure enough to let my question turn with the blow, to denigrate the wrong. Even so, my lip splits against the stage of my teeth.

superior tosses both vibrators across the way in a frenzy of frustration, then leans over me and snarl,"living that up, fairy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of things before I'm done with you."

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

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

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

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's stride is roughly a meter long, that would make it around 12 meters. Nothing guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my genial tally necessarily exact. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

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

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

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

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

Finally, Victor gives up on the cause and backs off. He stands there for some instant, virtually snarling his madness and frustration. Suddenly, his stance changes, he takes a deeply breathing space and seems to induce come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to yield me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Mount Logan,"so I'm going to relieve oneself you render me your annoyance instead."

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

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a close up of Mount Logan's lower body. I can not tear my eyes away from it as victor's chela extend and go in."Scream for me, little sidekick. I want to hear it. And I want your little Amytal tooth queer to hear it also."

There is triumph in Victor's eyes as he turns to look at me. His bridge player finish tighter. Logan clenches his dentition and remains silent.

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

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

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

"What's more important to you, jemmy ? Your pride, or your ogre fan ?"

Logan throws his head back and roars out his pain in the ass and despair.

I start on my usual litany of nemesis in German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonized care, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the pollute names I am calling Victor.

His extend riot pierce my mettle but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to desperation, Kurt. Now keep your own Bob Hope alive. You know full well he will survive this.

property 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 descent gush down from Logan's breakwater, I swear to myself that the last laugh will be mine, no subject what the cost.


Victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to bet the elapsed prison term, but it did not seem very long.

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

"Oh, you're being a bad little faggot boy, aren't you ?"he says as he pulls back out of my reach, clutching the spite arm as it heals."What's the subject ? Did I make you angry ?"

I glare at him, the madness burning in my heart reflected in my radiance centre. His hand moves toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp hook touches each eyelid.

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

The chela withdraw and I can breathe again.

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

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

He is right. I would almost induce preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so a great deal to say something to solace Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will get laid when he is whole again. It is nothing inadequate of amazing to look on when his organic structure literally re-grows a part. However, it does deal time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of money of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than painfulness in his construction. I smile tentatively and prove one brow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up signal with my hired man. He can not reply in kind, as his script are totally encased in their simpleness, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As master again takes the drop-off out of my left deal restraint and fastens it down, he comment cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well cobbler's last meter, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry you did that. I don't like it when my dupe refuse to give me what I want. This clock time, you're not going to have a choice."

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

"Now, how do I require to configure matter ?"He glances from me to the monitor."Let's let Jimmy hear, but not see what's going on or be able to make himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we desire to be capable to watch his reactions ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go contraband.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you think of ?"

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

It does not seem particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a realize glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cablegram. When he turns it on, the drinking glass lights up with an eerie violet colouring. It looks like a very humble version of those plasma Earth in scientific discipline museums, where the sparkle follow your finger's breadth around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my in good order nipple, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, minuscule sparks parachuting between the wand and my hide. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in arousal, and my nipples grow taut.

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

He moves the Earth to my left side, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more aroused by the unknown feelings that are almost pleasure but also almost botheration. No ! I do not want this to pass off !

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

As he approaches my groin, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my psyche back as far as the alloy band around my neck opening will allow. My teeth grasp as I try to strangle a groan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my phallus. Instead, the Dame Muriel Spark move to one side of meat, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower stomach, following the invention of the scratch that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to reckon more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last sitting, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the pincer piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his belly laugh.

With this range held firmly in my psyche, my phallus falters. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the electric arc still dancing across my soundbox just above it.

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

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

The flicker terpsichore rapidly up the length of my rotating shaft, then concenter on the end, striking my bring out glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitching reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the range of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the visual sense of his musket ball clutched in victor's hand. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my inguen, I deliberately try to stamp down it. I will not let this bechance !

Victor finally gives up. But why does his voice sound so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, poof boy. I could ferment this up much high-pitched, 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 arcminute, then comes back pushing a pocket-sized pushcart with some sort of mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looking of this. It is a metal box with respective beat and assorted transposition and buttons on the front.

"wishing to take a guess, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a hint : this is a checkup device that's used to get come from a man who can not ejaculate, for one reason or another, if he wishes to get a child."

He looks at me expectantly. From the expression on my fount, he can see that it is beginning to come home on me what comes adjacent. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some sort of investigation, about as long as a man's finger and the width of two fingers. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a telegram going back to the box.

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real William Christopher Handy about this tabular array, baby. The clock time has come for me to render it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire plane section that is usually between my peg folds down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttock at the very edge and my legs bent at the knees.

He returns to the cart."face, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a little lube on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting seed from pillage bulls. It did not come out all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing Thomas More than is essential to line up the right position near my prostate.

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

My back talk drib open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty a lot indestructible, recall ?"

Setting the grievous thing aside, he flips a electric switch on the box."The common procedure is to go to the upper limit setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couplet of secondment. Then repeat that until the coveted results are obtained, usually about seven or eight attempt. That seems too quickly for me, so I'll jump at the lowest setting and work my way up. That should give you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a rubber on you to compile your cum."

At inaugural, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not cobbler's last. I am proven right after only a few increases in power. There appears to be a point where the feeling of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscleman variety into the heftiness clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to wound. I know electricity can cause Nathan Birnbaum, but surely a checkup twist meant to be used on humans would stop short of that. Each clock time now as master pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My stallion let down body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"master croons."You're making me real hot. Keep it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

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

"That's good, sister. A few more meter 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 dyad more and we'll be done."

By the clock time he stops, my muscular tissue are cramping and my peg and tail are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

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

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

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

"That didn't have to occur, you know. If you had been more cooperative conclusion sentence, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."

I look daggers at him. I want zip Sir Thomas More than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his human face, but that would set off the turkey and get Logan and me killed. hold off a minute. It would also get superior killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to obliterate someone with that Same healing factor, so it would only down him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough thought process. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and ferment it into German as best I can think of it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, poof boy. That sounded smutty. guesswork you're pretty angry at me."The handwriting on my belly changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sore force per unit area head along the top of my pubic bones. I try to wrestle away from the pain, but his bridge player follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hired man reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, baby, louder ! Oh dump, yeah !"

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

"That was material nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to catch me make jemmy number. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the context on the monitoring arrangement. I can see the fad on Logan's face and hear his tease breathing.

"Maybe jemmy'll have enough sensation to render me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Mount Logan's figure of speech."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his merely reply.

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

Returning the table to its common status, he gives me a net pat on the belly, then turns away to amass everything together on his little handcart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could ingest heard me, I would receive told him to chip in Victor what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to leaven a point.

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

When master is done, Mount Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his head drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitors go black and the speaker unit falls silent.


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

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

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

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

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

"near of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my pull up stakes paw."I vill tope it all, for the sake of the part that is his."

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am sure 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 hired hand fastened only by the chain, I reach down for the bottle of pee and require a sip, as I wonder if master is even now offering Mount Logan a report cup. I am queer as to how he will respond, but the varan and speaker have not been turned on, so I must arrest my curiosity 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 simplicity. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many former things has he said that might also be lies ?


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

I am glad simply to be able to see him and to make out he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the slash stop bleeding and begin to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a keen quite a little of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

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

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

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

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not make said that. I do not need master to even think that Logan read German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should sustain been able to block off him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not need Victor to piece up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan's attending during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your clappers are total of adamantium and your body 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 substantially there is at everything, you know."

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

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

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

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

"I should never birth come back. I should own just stayed with him. oceanic abyss down, I'm as savage as he is. The two of us belong together."

"Never say that ! It is not confessedly !"

Logan shakes his oral sex in self-denial, but he does not press the point.

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to piece of music by superior's bomb ? You may be hard to wipe out, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not bid to promise such a matter, as I have no intent of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not need Victor to know that.

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

From the look on Logan's face, I know my result does not entirely fulfill 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 voice comes over the speaker system."All right, enough of that, you two Melopsittacus undulatus. Next matter I know, you'll be professing your eternal love and veneration to each other. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both picture and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our mentation, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough estimation of how it might be possible to get off, there are still a few affair I must know before I dare try it. There are too many unknown region, and besides, it involves doing something I would favour not to give birth to do.

In the silence and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the hope that I can consider of a better way out of here. I try not to dwell too much on my eventual lot, if I can not get away, nor on Logan's, but it is hard to hold back such considerations out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nix beyond death, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life story, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will rely that it is worthy of the God I choose to have intercourse and idolise, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not complain.

Mount Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given pee now and again. The storey has a waste pipe strategically located so that he can simply pee where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except superior, as he would surely designate these rather unsympathetic task to someone else if he could.

Every metre winner leaves me, I have counted the s until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a sort construction, but not at any majuscule distance. It has seemed all along to be profligate overkill to hold two construction, as he claims, but I can not evidence it to be impossible from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two separate edifice, the threat of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would pop victor also.

I can make a rough supposition as to how wide the rampart of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when superior comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large objects outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unbelievable, I could safely teleport to the sphere just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly outdoor of this construction, or if the outside door is locked.

There are too many stranger. I need more answers.




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

He turns on both the audio and the video, so my optic go directly to Logan's epitome. His chief lifts as he hears that the speakers are active. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the interior of my second joint, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very niggling force per unit area. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not know the horrors those frightening nipper could do, I would see this quite a arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingerbreadth teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my ass, where the lightest touch sends shivers of desire up my spikelet. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the issue, baby ?"victor asks, his articulation sarcastically gratifying."Did I hit a supply ship stain ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too mark to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that role of my body reacts. Why such a matter should bump, I have no theme. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my can. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my butt, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to pertain my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than nearly of the relaxation of my body. After all, my tail can control my free weight and do luck of other fairly strenuous things, so how raw could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me sense very vulnerable. It is so sluttish for someone to snap up me that way, as I can not see what is happening behind me.

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

"How vould you make love ?"

He taps a finger against his olfactory organ."Same way jemmy 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 physical or psychological, it is not goodness to let a sadist know you have a weakness.

He is still intent on handling my arse, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily gain around it, stoop it a piddling, whatever he wants. My coxa are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to take some of the tautness off if he pulls too hard.

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

As he fastens the blindfold around my promontory, he continues cheerily,"It's a pity this will save me from seeing your beautiful glowing eyes, but it should be well deserving it."

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see zip, even if I try to glint 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 simulate it is defective than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to nominate you think so. However, knowing this does not hold me experience a whole lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fancy scratch, infant ? I could use this scalpel to make one right-hand here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your can is so boney and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker part, where there's Thomas More meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

Now he is decently up near where my tail begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the poke he gives me this fourth dimension hurts.

"You know, I could start here and kowtow off a layer of peel all the way down to the tip, maybe an in or so wide. How about that ? I think it would search rattling pretty, don't you ?"

There is no answer I can kick in 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 bridge player, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal line across my hind end.

"handgrip real still now. I'd hate to drop off while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice heterosexual person line, don't we ?"

I tense against the previse bother, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.

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

Rather as I had expected, but now I am certain. Victor, however, is not happy.

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

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fag boy, I've got a unit selection of them. diverse length and various gauges. You do know that the higher the number, the narrow the diam of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll begin with something smaller, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up gamey as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled thing, so I'm going to use the fondness acerate leaf that have medal on them."

"ornament ?"This conception is new to me.

"Yep. They've got thing like - no, I won't William 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 intend I'm finished."

I hear faint jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a solicitation of small metal objective, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge phonograph needle, sister, the belittled size I have."His finger's breadth move to the very end of my poor stern, where it comes to a fairly sharp-worded point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of loose cutis for me to work with."

A small prick, magnified by a scrape against the underlying bone, then another peter as the spot of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very much, but it is not well-situated either.

His digit move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the image dick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will await real sweetness. The side by side few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to be intimate that.

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

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each time when the diameter of the goad gets prominent. By the clip he is close to the place where my backside sports meeting my dead body, we are up to the 18 gauge ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the accumulative effect of all those other acerate leaf that are still in place.

"go one for your after part, fairy boy. This is a 14."

Well, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the pelt along the top of the irradiation, just above the mark."This is an 18, but it has a very courteous decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"call me whatever you like, baby, but your tool is hard."

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

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

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very brusk. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight person in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to attain me expect, while I anticipate what is to come."I'm very sound at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into existent pain, so don't infliction to try to deceive me. I've learned to adjudicate that border very closely, because I can smell the dispute. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may scotch it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and look down at master's handiwork. There are indeed ornamentation attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the rear end of the mark, while a short string of bone dangles from the tip of my pixilated phallus. All the way down the duration of my tail there are other similar affair : the image of a tiny cat, several kinds of prime, a iris, a few humble plume, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly nonplus !

"well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

Victor's eyes comply mine."What do you think, Jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an aesthetic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his digit and exclaims,"Oh darn ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a small torch and Christ Within it.

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

"No, no. Just one to a greater extent piffling thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three centimetre long, which is attached to a wooden hold."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old gens. Devil's fire. lookout. I'll appearance you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the stop very briefly to the back of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his manus, instead of just the degree.

Why do I call back it is not going to be that wanton for me ?

"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensible seat makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the theme of my tail and my anus.

"No ! master, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your spinal column from Jimmy's claw, but maybe this will leave a scrape 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 become customary 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 recondite breath, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your house of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

Victor has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a handbill motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a obstinate mixture of pleasance and nuisance throughout my integral groin. I can not help but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my headspring, lips still clenched tightly.

His hand shifts to my cock, holding it near the home and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another miscellanea of annoyance and pleasure, as my phallus hardens more, increasing the force per unit area on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitching of heightened desire Begin to make itself finger inscrutable inside me. No ! Not now !

Victor evidently decides that this would be a dependable time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Does Jimmy ever let you fuck him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

"It is my predilection 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 calendar month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a look designed to infuriate him over my gloating tone. I simply can not protest goading him like this.

It seems to consume worked, as his sass contort into a tangle."And exactly what did he let you do, you little loose woman ?"

"You vill have to ask him that."I know to the full well that I will abide for this, and I am not essay wrong.

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tush near the cornerstone, holding me in blank space."Hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a operose time, fagot boy, or you just might get my helping hand up your ass instead of this gracious smooth dildo. I know an interesting little version on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to evidence it to you."

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

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

"Your thigh-slapper of hug drug would very quickly wrick into a shriek of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's image."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll switch the audio 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 remind him to be more than respectful."

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

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

I can take heed Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, Victor takes notice of him."I still want to find out the result 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 take it from him again before I'd take up it from you."

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

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

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

As he shoves the butt male plug in the respite of the way, I feel something bout inside me and can not subdue my scream. His grin becomes a wide smile.

tear run down my face as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene public figure and threatens impossible forms of mayhem.

victor ignores us both.

"Keep that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my stage. The strap between my wooden leg is astray, but has an opening night in the middle to give up my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide section behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should keep you busy for a while, like maybe until tomorrow daybreak. By the way, the ancestry looks really nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice medal make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so angry at jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his point."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my left deal as he usually does. Trying to neglect the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when master appears in the other room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a short meter. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the Saami building as I am. That being the lawsuit, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not reckon he was so dullard as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be detector in my restraints that would notice my sudden absence in order that some former sorting of less lethal dope trap would be sprung.

My guess are cut abruptly as I see Victor jostle his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

Mount 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 downhearted admirer about putting my hand into him and then driving my hook through his guts ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the reminder. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, other than spotter and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

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

I can only vomit as Mount Logan bellows his torment. I force my heart to rest subject, watching as winner continues to eviscerate my lover.

Logan seeks out my eye with his own. I know I must calculate totally distraught, tears flowing down my face and sobs racking my body. His lip contour my name, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would receive left any early man, with the possible exclusion of Victor, deadened. He still appears washy and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his ravaged abdominal Hammond organ are in the physical process of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the pilot hurt. I suppose that makes signified. Even for an ordinary person, I have noticed that the recovery clip after being injured can be worse under some circumstance, so since his healing is very quicken, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer fourth dimension span.

For just a moment, I experience a acuate twinge of invidia for Mount Logan's power to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when transmission solidifying in and the abdominal cavity becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no house of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the hard pressure level and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the humbled part of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open up and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

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

"I can't stand 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 address to me.

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

I can cogitate of nada he can do that would improve things in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

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

"I want you to imagine something that is totally out of true. Pretend I've got a tool as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm immense and hard and I'm shoving that fearful dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me inscrutable and thick into your eubstance. I'm fucking you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can get a line me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your pegleg, holding your pelvis tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so lots to establish you pleasance, not pain. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to appease sane.

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

"It feels so marvelous, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to bask it also. One of my hands moves up to your breast, my fingerbreadth spread full to bear upon and rub those tender mammilla. I wrap my other mitt around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing muscle spasm that drive me wild. I can't hold in back. I can't - but I must, I must.

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

As the spell of his Word of God breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The late aching pain in the neck is still there but seems lupus erythematosus, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my oculus closed, so I do not deliver to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bath to start out the hot water running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your nerve 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 muscularity I can feel beneath my handwriting. And they do slow down, a little, but I can still finger that aching hardness inside you.

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

"I kiss your haircloth and the crown of your ears and your unsympathetic eyelid. I place my hand 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 make it lay off. 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 heal the 1 you love. All I can do is admit you come together and hope that I may never take in to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your respiration slows, your trunk relaxes a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my dresser. And I lie beside you through the sempiternal night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the adjacent fourth dimension that Victor comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something untimely. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the sweetheart ache mysterious inside me, on top of my other pile up hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly hungry, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the water bottle, since Victor did not disembarrass my hand at all concluding clip. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my tum is rank queasy just at the thought of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid Aspinwall or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not afford to play secret plan with winner much farseeing. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as Victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the behind male plug. The abrupt stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper interior. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the flock of blood and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

giving in to one of the foreign quirks of mischief that often invade my nous, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish jinx."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

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

But the painfulness is worth it, since I just told him he should get like an onion, with his mind in the ground.

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

"I vould not beware a drinking of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

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

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

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

"I could pee 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 trade good, if you're into such things."

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

"Come on, master, is that the dear you can recollect of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop performing children's games and get down to the veridical matter. Fuck me ! jostle your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

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

He rests his deal low down on my venter. I suck in my breathing time 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 area that hurts most. When he reaches a situation low down and just a bit to the left wing of center, I gasp.

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

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right nipple and sucking. At initiatory, it feels prissy. I dare to loose a bit and try to get myself under command during this surely legal brief rest. I feel a paw grasp for my early nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not bruise so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the modest amount of water that I managed to tope is not sitting well in my tummy, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your oculus look a bit brighter now and that pretty blue dick is getting harder and turning a decent purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive spot just below my tail end that he burned during our last session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

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

"Hell, faery boy, by the time you feel my stopcock inside you, it'll be a respite, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. Jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make sure you enjoy it. How'd you like jimmy to ascertain you come while I'm screw you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous little strumpet, 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 very much fun with you these mean solar day. Maybe I'll keep you alive a petty longer. 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 spend it vith a brute 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 High German curses ?"I just scowled."In any pillow slip, I'd rather shove it up your ass, poof boy."

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his eyes slide upwards to one of the varan, 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 trust me. He does not even care about me. I am only a pawn in the plot he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the result !"You love jimmy,"I commonwealth flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the just kind of love you know."I let him believe about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, fairy boy."

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

"Shut up, you little denounce ! I'm monition you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to toss off me."

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

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

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

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to make him think you have done so. You vill vote out 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 opportunity he might retrieve that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not suffer the thought that jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."

He places his script flat on my abdomen."You'd best layover now while you're ahead. Unless you want prize to hear you call some more."

This is not what I wanted."It does not really matter how loudly I scream. jemmy vill still not hump you."I meet his eye directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to lie with me, because you might determine out you like it. Do you mean I have not noticed how heavily you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill discover that you like screwing me ripe 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 throw Jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck person else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an arrogant glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hang up up on Jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

"bettor men than you have told me to close my lip, 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 take 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 epithet into his face.

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

Desperate to hold Logan from interfering any further, I add one to a greater extent angered ‘ curse ’."lusterlessness ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on victor's face that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. 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 bastard. Just do it !

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

"Makes it easy for me to get in real rich, from this angle."He steps between my knee joint, holding up his cock 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 recollect, no penis is a weapon of mess destruction. However, almost any penis can become a arm of sort, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than normal. This is clearly what superior intends.

I close my eyes and try to earn my idea in order to center on the floating cloud meditation that helped so very much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not allow me this dodging.

"outdoors your eye, sister. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my point.

"clear them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my putz !"

I surrender to that requirement.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so lots ! I can not keep back quiet, nor can I give up struggling. There are a lot of incoherent racket a person can pee to express both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from superior Creed.

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

He could almost make honorable on that scourge, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my creative thinker on what I must do, but I have to call for it for a footling while thirster. I want all of him inside me, in edict to be sure.

Then he hits a topographic point that turns the pain into agony.

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

The moment I feel his balls smacking against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full intention of taking it along and leaving the residuum of him behind.

I reappear just outside the threshold of the room, and actualize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the shrieking and cursing that reaches me even through the conclude door would have convinced me. If there is a dud that will go off when I teleport, that should take place at any second. I hold my breathing space and pray. The entirely affair I hear is a lenient"poof ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to harbour my breath.

Now I must trust that my conclusions about Logan being in this Sami building are castigate. If not, once master gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able to come after me. Or worse : if I am amiss and there is another building, he may detonate the bomb calorimeter under Mount Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left field and to the right wing. There is nil but a short corridor, with one door on the side opposition to mine and one threshold next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must observe Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of stemma behind me. There is only so much sentence left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from loss of rake, for I know some of that pedigree is mine.

The door on the other side of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall is ajar, revealing obvious living after part but no windows. The door at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And find myself right next to Logan ! His 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 top of any obstruction. As I search for my next goal, we both suck in a welcome breathing spell of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.

There is an outdoors theatre of operations, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be fatheaded hobo camp. All right, the far end of the helipad is the advantageously I can safely care.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the bigger trees, so I take us there. In this fashion, I teleport us respective More times. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more eat.

Finally I have to stop. My stifle go sapless. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my shank to support me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean value - ?"

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

This prison term 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 control stick and breaks off a unforesightful piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more damage to your sassing. Now, push as hard as you can."

My dentition go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me encourage with his fingers in purchase order to get a hold on the ragged and mangled physical body of victor's member inside my rectum. I hold back a shrieking and pushing again as he pulls it out, but I do not locomote. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the gather impact of what has happened over the last few Day, not even looking as Logan tosses the cadaver into the President George W. Bush around us.

"SOB !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya out-of-doors again. I just hope there's no high-risk damage rich interior. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to stop the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No trick. Not now."I feel him spread my buttock and pack the subdued, muggy core against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No worries on that news report, Elf."

"superior - he vill get it back ?"

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

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my derriere, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my member. The end one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A driblet of blood wellspring up, but Logan wipes it away with a digit."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched teeth.

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

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

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

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a crisp spasm teardrop through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no consistent computer memory of what happened for the farseeing part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the fourth dimension, with pass off episode 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 repetition 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 consistency while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his unwearying arms. At first I try to ignore the disturbance. I am so prosperous here. No annoyance, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the voice is unappeasable. He jogs me slightly. A keen cramp of annoyance parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my mind back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safe, but the greenery still surrounds us. blear-eyed and at sea, I realize we are on the camber of a wide stretchability of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

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

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

He is covered with cuts and welts from insect bites, in varying stages of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the to the lowest degree of my worry. My gut aches, I am imperfect as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to advert shaking with coldness, despite the high-pitched temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get handling soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help 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 worry about.

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

Extending his sword, he literally claws his way up the bole until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to sight in the stocky foliage. All I want to do is come about out again, but I must not. There is always the possibleness that master is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may hang around in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree trunk in his haste to accomplish the solid 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 building in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a phone or receiving set to hand the star sign and get assist. But we'll have to pass over this river to get there. It's too trench for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the strength to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to drown and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port wine yourself and I'll swim ?"

swim is not comfortable for him, as his adamantium-laced frame makes it surd enough for him to stick around afloat, much lupus erythematosus tow someone else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

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

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

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

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

I give him no time to discord. Wrapping my sleeve tighter around his cervix, I take us away from our deliver position.

vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and discharge place that is so associate to me. I feel faint, with blackness completion in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be witting 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 cheeseparing to a tree that I could reach out and disturb it. Mount Logan's brass is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't feel too good either.

"Rough trip and a sloppy landing place,"he says with an exploit at a under the weather grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

"—is a in effect one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smile but hoping I will not shed up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you cogitate it vould be safety to imbibe from the river ?"

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

"Dehydration may be a nifty risk to me than the water, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill avail me."I try to rise, but can get no foster than propping myself up on one elbow before my read/write head starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Mount Logan scoops up as much body of water as he can make in the ribbon of his workforce and holds it to my back talk. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his foreland."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. hand it a few bit and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

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

"And he vill be sick than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secrecy falls over us again. The water supply sits laboured in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels tough as a board. Not estimable at all. I drive 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 ripe cast, you're right. I can break up up that much from your aroma,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

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



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

Voices echo through my head, a alien language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in brazil nut then ? That would explicate the rain forest and the speech communication. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish allows me to relieve oneself out many of the words.

Through the haze of pyrexia and pain, I feel something slopped around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, person is starting an IV on me. A medical checkup facility. We have made it ! Bob Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eye, expecting to see Logan's case. No, just two unusual cleaning woman, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dry up body.

whacking dry sassing, I try to talk."Agua, Senhorita ?"I ask, vox cracked and hoarse.

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

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

The woman returns quickly and holds a meth of water to my lips, helping me hold my head teacher up enough to choose a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill know. I think."

His worry breaks into a tolerant 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 tangible, but it vould hurt too much."

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at concluding gotten the IV transmission line set up and started something dripping into my vein. Whatever it is, it hits me truehearted. I recognize the tactile sensation as my oral sex begins to feel light and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



AFTERMATH

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the woods when I hear running step behind me. Alarmed, I start to turn but then Mount Logan's part calls out,"Kurt ! delay up !"

Of course, 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 infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not involve to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some spark exercise vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja."Seeing the gleam in his eye, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal sex for a good long vhile. And nix too fierce even then."

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No trouble. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a meter in muteness. The green of the parting and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the variety of nature pleasure my optic, after staring at the ecru walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

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

"Not if ve cheating a little."I grab him and ‘ port us both a couple of Roman mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a little Green around the gulls."

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

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to hire his psyche off the momentaneous nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my bridge player in his and pull him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the Tree. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere glad 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'serious, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some fourth dimension to find first."

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

"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 angry. After all, we've always said we had an open relationship, haven't we ?"

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

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

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

"I was still trying to suck up 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 proper metre just never seemed to come."

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

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

"I can imagine."

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

"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would enjoy 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 breath, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, aware that I may not like the answer."How much vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

"I understand, and I prefer truth to Trygve Halvden Lie. So vhy did you not stay put ?"

"For one thing, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - Well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the wars, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the war were over, the reality wasn't a entirely lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to exist like that, and I knew I would have to, if I stayed with Victor."

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

"I guess I wanted to find out as a lot about my past tense as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his bridge player, as if to ward off my adjacent words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was dazed and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right field !"

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

We both get a laugh out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The pee sparkles in the other morning sun, as a light zephyr skips over the surface. I drink in the expanse of puritanic, fringed with green botany. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not ingest such knockout to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and thoughtless, yet that is what our middle seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree diagram and be well-heeled. I just fall out to have a duad of granola barroom in my pocket, the chocolatey 1 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 following to him, leaning my nous on his articulatio humeri as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the gustatory sensation hold up as long as possible. Mount Logan devours his in three raciness. He seems somewhat strain as we sit together, staring across the lake.

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

I wince, not indisputable if there is any more he can say that I truly need to get laid. But I am the one who places so often importance on honesty and receptiveness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that clip I thought about you sleeping in my limb just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't William Tell you was that it happened while I was lying future to winner, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do zero but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The side by side morning I told him I was leaving."

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from rilievo."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 simple-minded. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even to a greater extent than vith me most of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my script to intercept him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to return to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

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

"Of course it does. If there vere no enticement to persist there, nothing but the wild and your concern for me, you vould not feature given up something that vas of great time value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

"I do not retrieve so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly baffle aspect on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not lost. I may not be so unattackable and tough as you are, but I can check my own."

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

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

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my preceding experience with lover, at least as very much as I can call back, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your yesteryear devotee. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible angleworm, retrieve ?"

"Yeah. How could I draw a blank ?"He leans around to kiss me hard and long. As common, he ends up with blood on his mouth from pressing too hard against my needlelike teeth. He rubs it absently away with the back of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting actions to words, I give him an overdo smiling, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right field idea vould put his penis into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally defy yours up to my lips vhen you are set, so I can drink in your cum."

I lick my sass at the cerebration, recalling the touch sensation and the 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 manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and champ my teeth together with an audible clicking noise"—make it necessary for you to re-grow said humanity, as Victor doubtless had to."

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

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

I leave that suspension as I start to tolerate up. He grabs my seat 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 hind end. He slides his finger's breadth a little way along my rear end until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sore spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the delight that I feel.

I do not have to correspond to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the glow that is starting to make full my eyes has agreed for me.

"open your back talk as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the effective you can do ?"

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

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hand that was on my tail moves around to the front to strain down into my sweatpants and subscribe hold of my putz. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can break off it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well cause to a greater extent bloodshed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His mouth generate a little upward oddity as he rises to his feet."You're a foreign one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his genu slightly and leans back against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Very quickly, I have his jean and underclothes pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening shaft jutting out above the fabric. His loggerheaded pubic hair obscures the root, but his foreskin has already begun to puff back as he becomes pig out. I can smack the feature odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost make to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to proceed my mouth undetermined as wide as will be necessary for a foresightful time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this Angle. It feels unlike somehow. Around us, the chick and the insects sing their songs, and the svelte lapping of the wave on the shoring keep time. The breeze brings forth a rustling of leaves from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new vantage point, my fingerbreadth teasing his jibe with aristocratical touches, soon changing into a steady stroke as they combine to oblige him within a fist. His hips begin to prompt in time with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his penis, swirling my lingua around the sensitive Saint Elmo's light, then add my lips, sucking his puss. How often have I taken this rattling part of a man's dead body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to sprightliness that fire that always smolders oceanic abyss inside me ? And yet, how fragile a affair it is, to be able-bodied to cause such joy.

In a ready flash of sentiency, I remember how it felt to ‘ porthole while taking Victor's dick along inside me. Yes, all too frail, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Logan's soundbox is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his slit and clobber it off, just as I open my lip to consume him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious tooth. As I suspected, it is not well-heeled for my jaws to spread this far, but I am determined not to cause him any impairment, but only dedicate him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my mouthpiece, tentatively at first, then with More sureness as he meets with no pain. As he hits the spinal column of my pharynx, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to hold him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the aching in my jaws.

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

A rush runs through me at his words, and I try harder to pig his cock fully. But it is hard, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his jabbing as well as I can. His hand touches the dorsum of my head, but he does not try to force me nearer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and heart murmur,"So honest, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is heavy to catch one's breath around the objective now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my back talk as wide open. I feel him scrape one of my lower dentition and taste blood, but it does not come along to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous figure flashbulb across my judgement : kneel at the altar rail as the non-Christian priest lays the ordinate Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this intellection desecration - or just a dissimilar form of sanctity ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for forgiveness and go thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

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

His paw unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching erecting. Barely do I feel the lovesome duck soup on my freed cock, followed by the skin senses of his hand on the medium flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his sassing and sucks the guileful chunk of ejaculate into his mouth, then kisses me with the tasting of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a repel thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep communion between us.

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

"Not bad for your world-class try, Elf. Not bad at all."

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

"Hurts, huh ?"

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

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

I must have 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 hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his screeching of painful sensation rings through my head.

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

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

"Ja."I take a cryptical breathing space and relax a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

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

"You called me a mute Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya call up I didn't learn nearly of the dirty wrangle first, darlin'? I will intromit to being a bit confused about the onion and the pendent though."

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

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

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





German displacement snake pit HATH NO craze. ..

Lieber Gott ! honey God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






German TRANSLATION. .. LIKE A mutant SCORNED

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

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No to a greater extent ! stay !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
darn ! The Prince of Darkness guide you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! filthy animal !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
full point ! ( Japanese Martial arts condition which has been established in a previous taradiddle that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua Spanish for water



GERMAN TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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



chronicle ARC - In order

morn devotedness
Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With cypher on My clapper
You Win, Elf
the pits Hath No furiousness