Hell Hath No Erinyes ( Revised Story List )


Anal, Bdsm, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Toys
This is the sixth storey of a much longer tale arc, which is best read in the order of the inclination at the end.

Translation of German language Holy Writ or musical phrase at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO FURY. ..


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


overture : Happily Ever After ?


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

close thing I can think back, 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 jerky enough to remove him up on one of his bet again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

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



HELL HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes open up. I am in a lowly room with bright visible radiation, arrant egg white walls, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the spinal column of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a electronic computer screen. Above his school principal there are six vauntingly monitors, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my back on a business firm but padded Earth's surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some variety of restraints around my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles, which hold my hands down by my side and my branch straight but slightly go around apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the minute function, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and grueling fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those device that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to raise my psyche, but I can not. Concentrating, I can finger that the twist does not gird my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a leash, then.

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

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no melodic theme what is behind any of these walls. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this elbow room, unless I am uncoerced to teleport blind and occupy my chances. Not a good bet, even under the respectable of circumstances.

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

The man at the electronic computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious muscles, dismal hair's-breadth, dark eyes. He even has the same kind of extravagant side-whiskers that almost but not quite come together at his Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Logan's. His hair is also brusk, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His side is more square up off, with great mandible. His nose is consecutive, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty muckle. There is null but cruelness in his smile.

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

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

He comes over to the tabular array and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck that are supposed to be able-bodied to prevent a mutant from using his business leader, aren't you ? The answer is childlike : the engineering science just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that to the highest degree of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the fourth dimension, but they don't all work all of the clock time. Besides, being myself a variation, I just have this aversion to the tinker's damn thing. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to catch and hold the particular mutant, or mutant, that I'm after. Makes for Thomas More of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

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

"Just secern me vhere Mount Logan is,"I interrupt.

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

He raises one script and dot a remote control device toward the white monitors. All six cover come to life, showing me images of Mount Logan from different angles and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagle and unadulterated naked in the middle of what looks very much like a extra of this way, held in seat by a curiously-designed scheme of heavy restraints and metallic element saloon. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and solidus and assorted other wounds, but they are clearly in the outgrowth of healing. His fountainhead sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

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

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

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

For a import, Logan and I stare at each other's epitome in the reminder.

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

"I gave a lot of mentation to designing restraints that would hold Jimmy, since his claws can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been well-heeled enough to simply secure his forearms and hands back flat against a wall, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a lieu that gave me accession to his body from all direction, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal constraint that enclose his arms from above his elbows to the remainder of his outspread fingers, you'll notice that his claws, if he bothers to continue them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the erect bar in the eye that runs up to the roof garter. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever point I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to bide that way. I could let his toes touch, or even admit him to stand for a piece, if I felt merciful. There's only a brusk mountain chain connecting the handcuff around his ankles to the storey, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick me. On the former mitt, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

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

"Just like I know Jimmy's power well enough to plan that system, I've also made it my business to learn 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 certainly you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this construction or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very exchangeable building, far enough away so that it's out of visual image and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might detect it eventually, but that would train time, more sentence than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb calorimeter in each construction, and I can blow up either or both of them from a dominance dialog box in both building, if I choose to do so. In the other way, there's an arsonist bomb mounted beneath the trading floor right under your beau and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many composition of flaming body parts that you wouldn't know what to rescue even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

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

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken excess precautions with you. There are detector in your simplicity that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the turkey in both construction. You might save your own life by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a Tree or a mountainside. And jemmy will still be dead.

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

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

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

Giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to get by and you're stillborn, you'll get to watch the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to make Jimmy shriek, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And conceive of how practically Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the pic ?"

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"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 northward and told him who he was ?"

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

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

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

From the look on Mount Logan's expression, this man is telling the truth. I close my center and try to hold open my shock and hurt hidden.

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

He takes handgrip of my low jaw and opens my mouth, turning my straits from one side to the other and surveying my awful mouthful of teeth. They are not my best characteristic and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the circus tent of my take down teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be sure the animal is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets speculative when he uses his ovolo to feel along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp, especially the ones in the middle. He presses his thumb down on the spot of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste parentage, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stick his cock between those tooth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no Sir Noel Pierce Coward, but I'm no fool either. If cypher else, your mouth gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

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

I shake my mind vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would fathom too silly. Guess I'll marijuana cigarette to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's Victor. master creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jemmy's brother. well, half-brother. Same father, different mother. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The like healing factor, but not such long claws."

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

"All instinctive, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a smell over his shoulder at the Monitor, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his simplicity and screaming something I can not listen.

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

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

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

"Nice, isn't it ? black looking glass, aplomb and smooth. Should feel very good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former handwriting to run the sharp wind of his chela teasingly along the air of the scar on my abject abdomen, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to make up one's mind if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice pecker, even if it is blue and kind of on the skinny side."Then he looks a fiddling closer."What's this ? A visualise footling cicatrice. You've even had it decorated. Was that jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

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

I shrug."On me, they are very coherent, as long as I take guardianship vith the cutting. Even scars from accidental injury do not make too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the bowel to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, faerie boy."He looks again at my short bewildered prick, which still has not made up its psyche whether to just lie there or get strong."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. Thomas More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me prove you a unequaled feature article of this board you're lying on. Like jimmy's control, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my feet can be slid back and forth along the side of meat, restraints and all, then refastened wherever master wants them. The restraints even adjust the Angle while they move, so that the soles of my feet come down as he bends my stage. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my keister. It occurs to me to wonder 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 hook gently around my anus, which is now more accessible than it was before.

"This'll be well-heeled if you relax and enjoy it, sister. All I'm doing is trying to get some musical theme of what you can take without incurring any serious damage, in order to get a comfortably idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another vicious grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be thankful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be lots fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the humble tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a departure for Logos, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this sentence could be something I would regret later on.

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

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw sucker on your back, fay boy. jemmy may think you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to secern me how he tracked Logan to his camping site, leaving him to his own devices for a sentence, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his matter and hike back to the skinny townsfolk, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a little recollective by offering to separate him about his past.

"He's a soft touch for anyone who says they can sate him in on what he's been and done. It was easy to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was state the truth most of the prison term and Alexander Melville Bell started ringing in his question. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The Good Book hurt much more than the dildo does, at this period in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might revel the notion, and I can tell that my eyes are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his gaze as I can and contract my heart closed. But this displeases victor. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.

"open your optic, fairy boy,"he orders me."Do it, or jemmy will pay the price later on."

I obey. master makes the connection between my eyes and my solidification cock. He takes cargo deck of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to forge its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with disgrace, not because of my consistency's natural reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it take place. I will fight it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your shaft,"he concludes."Very interesting core. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted foreskin forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was More to meet with on an uncut penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a patch but be active it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will chance. My penis will go along to get binge, trying vainly to push the head free of my captured prepuce.

"This would be a good time for me to assure you how much 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 net matter I would like to hear, for it would go forward to invoke me. But master knows that. He describes some of the things he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to writhe in pain as my cock stiffens further. I can not guess 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 like affair, but simply refused to cut the thread no matter what happened. imagine about that for a while, fairy boy."

I do, and I do not particularly savour the range it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might lessen my arousal.

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

"Shall I tell you how very angry jemmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another sharp-worded push. I am beginning to come near my terminal point, as far as the breadth goes. In order to pull in him remember I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless air pressure. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

"It hurts now, does it ? You can bring a lot, sprite 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 hurting than he is actually causing.

A frown crosses his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Jerry, aren't you ? I should sustain noticed it from the accent. I hate German language. Killed a shitload of them in the hold out earthly concern War. Wouldn't head killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Jerry diddley, fairy boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to empathize, much less do as you ask."

"Please, master, no -- no more. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not infer unsubdivided German. Or he wants to fix me think he does not read it. I may be able-bodied to use this information later on.

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

Mount Logan nods frantically.

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

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

The press 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 tough pecker would clearly present 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, faggot boy, I've got to remember not to be overly blue or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do gentle very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the heel counter, then returns to stand next to me, readjusting the board 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 chest and begins to trace the scrape with the point of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scrape than in the give-and-take."I would never have been able to afford all this stuff, except that some very racy and very mightily family hired me to charter down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to obliterate jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But jemmy and I can lease ourselves out to some other equally potent ethnic music and be safety. Or at least as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positioning his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw blood."Now listen, and listen just. If you behave well, I can relinquish up one of your arms so that it's on a suddenly chain. That way, you can reach the H2O bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to wee-wee both of those affair uncommitted to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that true about such matters, if I have no grounds to be. sympathise ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws mother fucker just a bit more deeply. I do not even make bold to quail for concern it would drag those points through my flesh."If you're lying to me, hold in mind that jimmy will be the one to endure for it. You'll just get pretty athirst, not to refer being left to lie in your own peeing and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a scant length of chain to the alloy handcuff around my left wrist then releasing the handcuff from whatever was holding it to the mesa."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 lasting shuck attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my sassing and film a few drink. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

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

He clicks the remote control as he gets to the doorway."Oh, and by the way, the ringlet on the doors will only work by a vocalisation command from me, so don't even nark to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convince mimic. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some nonsense word at the door. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the duration of range again. I can achieve most of the way to my look and a niggling way down below my hips.

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

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every reason to bonk how very closely sex is linked with violence in his mind, so what he tells me should get along as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

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

I take a intimation and exhale, trying to relegate the shaking that threatens my part."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"

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

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

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to appear at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this mess. I fucked up big clip. I never should have 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 have known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a prospect to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close off the only windowpane I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might fall out to you."

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

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

"It has been more than than a 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 self-assurance, and your dearest, overpower my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

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

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

"I am not so certain there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, sham misery in my articulation. If winner is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at face time value and consider our situation is hopeless.

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

Good. If I have convinced Logan of my deficiency of Leslie Townes Hope, I have surely convinced Victor.

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

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

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

"It has a nice auditory sensation to it, I think. Vould you like me to phone you jemmy instead of Logan ?"

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

"commodity. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and rent advantage of this respite to try to get some eternal rest, since Victor could riposte at any time. The less ve talking of leakage vhen he may be listening, the better."That last voice is for winner's spike, more than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not wish my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want winner to learn anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are unsounded, each trying in his own way to unwind and lull himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the clock time master returns, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary system. Not altogether neat, but meliorate than nothing.

The offset matter he does is readjust the cuff around my articulatio radiocarpea into its stead by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, jemmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

Victor turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to playact nice this time, my petty blue poof. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger's breadth over my sass. When I try to sprain my head away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his tongue pressing concentrated, seeking first appearance. He must induce forgotten about my teeth. I open my mouth slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his natural language. Not voiceless enough to do severe price, but hard enough to sop up blood. This does not end him, but it does provoke him into giving the English of my second joint a stinging slap.

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

"You've got spirit, babe, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just fade away into tears and start begging for mercy, at 1st anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of coming, what do you like, cocker ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely detest ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

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

"I can reckon 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 piffling game vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

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

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Mount Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"musical score one for the blue pouf,"winner says cheerfully."No more threats of immediate Death. However,"-- his unspoiled humor change abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain in the neck. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

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

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

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

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to hold back my treasonable eyes, my shame deepens. I do not desire 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 deal, squeeze and releasing in a sluggish, steady rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar twitch get down deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to relax 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 leer in his voice."Sure you do. You're nice and hard now. Keep it up, baby. Come for me. read me how much you like what I'm doing. Show jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and lump. I will dismiss it. I will not fall. I will make relaxed. I will recall of how much I hate his hint. I will concentrate on that, cipher else.

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

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

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

"Bitte, Victor - I mean, please -- High German is the language in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in nuisance. 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 chief violently, as if I have only now realized I have given something away to him.

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

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

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

I have barely begun to savor this youngster victory when victor decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my paw just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more than intense. I just happen to have a nice collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic standard smooth plastic, medium sizing, uses 2 C assault and battery, and uncommitted in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the alfresco, or the interior ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a abbreviated interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such thing and I know they are entirely wonderful. The speedy vibration gets to the erotic nerve endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, cryptical, until it reaches that situation inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and gratification. I am gasping with the elbow grease of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is groan in despair. My thighs tremble and my entire body shakes in the travelling bag of my contradictory desires.

Then Victor touches another small but Thomas More vivid vibrator to the tip of my dripping cock. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's substantial nice. very decent. You're getting to me, fay boy. Look. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard pecker."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these 24-hour interval. But not now. Now I want to see you come. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real thing into Jimmy next."

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

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

He is in good order. I will not be able to blockade. I can feel it inscrutable inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and ready to break. In a last desperate effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to throw back. A cutthroat satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waving of prosperous joy turning my trunk into heaven. I come - and yet I do not. There is no touch of the slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the volume of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my opinion from victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to demonstrate me pretended, I pretend naught has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a affair was possible !

Apparently, master does not recognise it either, judging by his succeeding remark.

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

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

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

"Oh, did I forget to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very hard emotions, including anger and passion ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is casual and calm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to burst 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 sharp tang in the nerve. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my headspring turn with the blow, to downplay the damage. Even so, my lip stock split against the points of my teeth.

victor tosses both vibrators across the way in a frenzy of thwarting, then leans over me and snarls,"Keep 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 roue with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to want to wager my biz by the rules, I think I'll go playing period with your boyfriend for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my care than you are."

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that superior's tread is roughly a cadence long, that would make it around 12 meters. null guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental reckoning necessarily exact. I realize this is a very uncut estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no choice but to take in Victor colza Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly interest that he can hurt Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as master savagely bites and gouges his dupe as he does it.

Mount Logan proves to be no more accommodative than I was about allowing himself to reach orgasm as a result of Victor's natural action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the madness suffusing victor's grimace and I am afraid. I want to say Mount Logan to give in, feed him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly suffer, but that is not a consideration in Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must establish that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when net we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

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

"You don't want to have me your pleasance,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to make you give me your bother 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 Mount Logan's face that he too knows what will hail next.

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a close down up of Logan's lower torso. I can not pull my eye away from it as Victor's hook extend and go in."Scream for me, minuscule brother. I want to hear it. And I want your lilliputian blue tooth fairy to hear it also."

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

Victor's fingerbreadth pull out downward, the abrupt claws cutting through bleeding physical body slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

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

The pincer finally dig in to the testicle as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended flesh at the bottom gives way, leaving Victor holding 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 fiend lover ?"

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

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

His continued screech pierce my heart and soul but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep on your own Leslie Townes Hope alive. You know full phase of the moon well he will survive this.

holding Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, superior laughs at my futile travail to insult him. As I watch the blood gush down from Logan's jetty, I swear to myself that the last laugh will be mine, no topic what the cost.


Victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to consider the slide by clock time, but it did not look very long.

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

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

I glare at him, the rage burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand moves toward my boldness. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a keen chela pinch each eyelid.

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

The claw withdraw and I can breathe again.

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

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

He is right. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so very much to say something to comfort Mount Logan, but at to the lowest degree I can still see how fast he is healing and I will sleep together when he is all again. It is nothing short-change of amazing to look out when his consistence literally re-grows a part. However, it does take sentence and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain in the neck as it happens. If I were not trying to be substantial for his rice beer, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how yearn it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than pain in the ass in his expression. I smile tentatively and kindle one supercilium in inquiry as I make the ovolo up signal with my bridge player. He can not reply in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their constraint, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A mutation SCORNED


As winner again takes the slack out of my leave paw restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well hold up time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be disconsolate you did that. I don't like it when my dupe refuse to give me what I want. This metre, you're not going to have a choice."

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

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

The monitors go mordant.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

It does not look particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handgrip with a clear spyglass earth at the end, attached to a box by a cable television. When he turns it on, the shabu lights up with an eery reddish blue color. It looks like a very low version of those plasm earth in science museums, where the Spark follow your fingers around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my mightily mamilla, and I expect him to bear upon me with it. Instead, as it gets close, belittled sparks saltation between the wand and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if diminutive feelers are wiggling around. The muscle of my chest tighten in arousal, and my teat develop taut.

Victor turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter sparkle jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp walkover of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to induce very infliction.

He moves the globe to my left slope, 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 strange notion that are almost delight but also almost nuisance. No ! I do not want this to happen !

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

As he approaches my groin, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my point back as far as the metal band around my neck will allow. My teeth clasp as I try to choke a moan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the light move to one side of meat, running down the inside of one second joint, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my abject venter, following the design of the scratch that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a prospect to think more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the conclusion session, I am certainly not about to pass in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the nipper piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this paradigm held firmly in my mind, my member falter. I can secern it is beginning to wilt, despite the Spark still dancing across my body just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to play the same game we played last prison term, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The sparks dancing rapidly up the duration of my shaft, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive arena around the frenulum.

As my cock twitch reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the descent steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his testicle clutched in Victor's script. Although I can sense that twitching, clenching sensation trench in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this hap !

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

He leaves the way for a few min, then comes back pushing a modest cart with some sorting of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the feel of this. It is a metal box with several meters and assorted switches and buttons on the front.

"lack to take a speculation, baby ?"When I can not occur up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a hint : this is a medical gimmick that's used to get semen from a man who can not ejaculate, for one reason or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real Handy about this mesa, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the full section that is usually between my legs congregation down, taking my empennage along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my legs hang at the knees.

He returns to the go-cart."flavor, I'll even make it loose for you by putting a little lubricant on the investigation. You don't have to thank me."

I do not thank him. My psyche has run back to a docudrama I once watched about getting semen from plunder bulls. It did not appear all that bad, but the Taurus the Bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

He plays around with the investigation, clearly doing more than is essential to determine the proper positioning near my prostate.

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

My sassing drib open in discouragement."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much durable, remember ?"

Setting the grievous affair aside, he flips a switch on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first base, keeping it on for a couple of seconds. Then repeat that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight try. That seems too quick for me, so I'll start at the lowest mise en scene and make my way up. That should leave you a chance to taste the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few growth in power. There appears to be a point where the feeling of tingling inflammation and mild tensing of the sinew change into the muscle clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to spite. I know electricity can have burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would barricade short of that. Each time now as winner pushes the clit that turns on the current, the spasms become more acute, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out. My intact lower consistence convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"victor croons."You're making me real hot. preserve it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this fight and I know it. My screams get louder and longer each time, until finally I can not give up my body from reacting.

"That's good, baby. A few more times and you should be fairly well void out."

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a good one. Just a couple More and we'll be done."

By the metre he stops, my muscles are cramping and my legs and hind end are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I look dagger at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ larboard myself unblock of the simplicity and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the dud and get Mount Logan and me killed. Wait a second. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's way that is supposed to be powerful enough to defeat someone with that Saame healing factor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's way when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to have the hazard that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would provide it up to me.

Enough cerebration. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up to the highest degree of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and twist it into German as best I can call up it.

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

No one can incriminate me of not having a sensation of humor, even under these lot. I called him a filthy pig and said he should plough into a chandelier, so he could cling by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, pansy boy. That sounded nasty. surmise you're pretty tempestuous at me."The helping hand on my belly modification into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive force per unit area head along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the hurting, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

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

"That was real number nice."His back talk quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me make jemmy derive. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the settings on the monitoring arrangement. I can see the rage on Mount Logan's face and hear his ragged breathing.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only reply.

master snarls. I hear the suction stop of the remote again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to Jimmy, but he won't be able-bodied to see or hear you."

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



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

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

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his simpleness, his head drooping on his breast. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitors go blacken and the talker falls silent.


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

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

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

"More like yours, mine, and ours. I jerked myself off a distich of times watching the transcription of late events."

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

"Most of it is mine, you know."

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

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

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

Since he left my mitt fastened only by the range, I reach down for the nursing bottle of water and take a sip, as I wonder if victor is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am rum as to how he will answer, but the reminder and loudspeaker system have not been turned on, so I must contain my rarity for the time being.

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


Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding slashes down the interior of both thighs. His cheek is set in a painful grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.

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

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a enceinte deal of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in fourth dimension, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not desire Victor to foot up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan's care during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your castanets are broad of adamantium and your consistence heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

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

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

"Nein."

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

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

"wellspring -"he glances down uneasily at the base below him."Yeah. Probably."

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

master's voice comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. next affair I know, you'll be professing your eternal beloved and idolatry to each other. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both television and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our persuasion, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a pugnacious melodic theme of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few things I must know before I dare try it. There are too many terra incognita, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to accept to do.

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

I do not need to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond destruction, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this sprightliness, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will believe that it is worthy of the God I choose to have it off and idolise, despite my many doubts and interrogative sentence. Either way, I can not quetch.

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

Every clock time Victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Mount Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate construction, but not at any bang-up space. It has seemed all along to be prodigal overkill to have two building, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the slide by meter. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the threat of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill winner also.

I can constitute a gravelly speculation as to how wide the walls of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing great object outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the sphere just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly international of this construction, or if the outdoor threshold is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a longsighted meter before Victor returns. As common, he wastes no time fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio and the TV, so my eyes go directly to Logan's image. His head face lift as he hears that the speakers are active. He gives me a grin, as if to assure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the peak of his nipper, drawing them lightly over the interior of my thigh, then next to my scrotum, then around my expose anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very fiddling pressure. In fact, it feels all too honorable. If I did not know the horrors those terrible claws could do, I would observe this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the groundwork of my stern, where the lightest touch sends shivers of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

I gasp as I react, then think of it is not Logan's hired man touching me.

"What's the issue, baby ?"winner asks, his voice sarcastically sweet-flavored."Did I hit a supply ship spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too pit to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to substantiate just how exquisitely that theatrical role of my consistence reacts. Why such a matter should happen, I have no melodic theme. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my cheek run into my tail end. In any case, I just want him to leave all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my rear end, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my rear end, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than about of the rest of my consistency. After all, my tail can hold my system of weights and do lots of early fairly arduous things, so how spiritualist could it be ?

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

He taps a finger against his olfactory organ."Same way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sensory faculty of smell also."

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

He is still intent on handling my tail, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My hip are also not restrained, so I can locomote around to an extent, to study some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experimentation here, poove boy. I just happen to consume this nice leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy affair more if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see cypher, even if I try to glance out underneath it. I know the kind of pinch this creates, as some of my childhood customer did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your persecutor deliberately tries to gain you think so. However, knowing this does not pull in me find a all lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fancy scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to spend a penny one right here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to take hold still, as my natural chemical reaction would be to whip my arse 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 peel instead ?"

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

"Since your prat is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker part, where there's more essence to work with. How about this ? Is this a dear place ?"

Now he is powerful up near where my keister begins. It truly is more sensible there and the poke he gives me this time hurts.

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

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

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

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

"storage area real still now. I'd hate to slew while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice neat line, don't we ?"

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

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

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

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

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a unharmed selection of them. respective lengths and versatile gauges. You do sleep together that the higher the figure, the minute the diam of the acerate leaf, right ? And vice versa ?"

I do not rely my interpreter 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 assembly and working my way up higher as I go. I promised you something pretty before jimmy spoiled matter, so I'm going to use the fancy needles that have decorations on them."

"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear faint jingling interference, as if he is sorting through a collection of small-scale metal target, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, baby, the smallest size I have."His finger move to the very end of my poor bum, where it comes to a fairly acuate power point."clutches still now. There's not a lot of loose skin for me to act upon with."

A small dick, magnified by a scraping against the underlying bone, then another prick as the period of the needle comes out again. It does not injure very a good deal, but it is not easy either.

His fingers move past the metallic element dance band that secures my keister, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the double prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will bet substantial Henry Sweet. The adjacent few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

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

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each time when the diam of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the plaza where my rear end sports meeting my body, we are up to the 18 gauge I. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other needle that are still in place.

"in conclusion one for your fanny, 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 retrieve ? 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 skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very nice decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

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

I clench my teeth firmly as the needle goes through the cutis held between his finger.

"Same thing below the cicatrix. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to descend."I'm very just at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into very pain, so don't bother to try to deceive me. I've learned to judge that boundary very closely, because I can reek the difference. With you, I intend to outride pretty close to that boundary, although I may cross 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 optic and look down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed ornamentation attached to each of the needles. Two shiny red essence grace the top and the stern of the scar, while a short string of bone dangles from the tip of my starchy phallus. All the way down the distance of my empennage there are early similar affair : the image of a tiny cat, various kinds of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small plumage, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"Well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

victor's center follow mine."What do you think, jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an aesthetic stripe, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

"Holding it against the hide just a petty yearner makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensible place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a digit over that spot between the radical of my tail and my anus.

"No ! superior, please !"

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

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

"That's the beginning one-half of the missive. Now we'll do the 2nd half."

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a finger slowly up my shadow, flicking each little decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain of the needle in my glans, not to mention the suntan he just created, which I can not even see from this Angle.

Take a deep breather, 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 planetary house of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

winner has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the integral orbit in a circular motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a contrary mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my stallion bulwark. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my foreland, mouth still clenched tightly.

His hired man sack to my cock, holding it near the substructure and rolling it slightly between his finger. Another mixture of pain and pleasance, as my penis hardens Sir Thomas More, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can find the twitch of heightened desire Begin to cook itself felt recondite inside me. No ! Not now !

Victor evidently decides that this would be a good time to set out a conversation, as he asks,"Energy Department jemmy ever let you fuck him, pansy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my shadower near the floor, holding me in post."Hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a hard fourth dimension, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an interesting little mutation on the usual proficiency of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one script into a clenched fist and holds it up in front of my aspect. 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 sheath I did not get the picture, he elaborates.

"Your sidesplitter of hug drug would very quickly grow into a screech 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."

"superior, no ! !"

"No what, jimmy ?"

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

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

He grinds it against me, beginning to spread me loose."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 plug harder against my distended anatomical sphincter. I am desperately trying to relax and take over what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the rear end ballyhoo in the rest of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not bottle up my scream. His grin becomes a wide grin.

rip run down my face as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him detestable public figure and threatens unsufferable grade of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that stopple 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 shoulder strap around my shank and between my legs. The strap between my legs is blanket, but has an opening in the midriff to allow my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the infrastructure 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 proceed you busy for a spell, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the descent looks real overnice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those prissy ornamentation make you look quite convey. If I weren't so angry at jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head word."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the room access, without releasing my left hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain in the ass, I focus on counting the seconds but get no encourage than three when Victor appears in the early room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much space in such a suddenly time. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the causa, there may well be bombs in both rooms that victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my simpleness that would find my sudden absence in purchase order that some other variety of LE lethal dummy snare would be sprung.

My speculations are cut short as I see Victor shove his clench clenched fist into Logan's ass.

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

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

His smiling is more than than usually venomous as he grins at me from the monitor lizard. I know what is coming following, and my eye cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, early than lookout and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to sway out his scourge. At different angles and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's body so far that his handwriting opens a gash in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his handwriting around the gut twisted between his digit then pulls down and out.

I can only heave as Mount Logan bellows his agony. I force my centre to stay receptive, watching as victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my oculus with his own. I know I must look totally overwrought, tears flowing down my facial expression and cocksucker racking my body. His backtalk form my epithet, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exception of superior, dead. He still appears decrepit and is almost certainly in a lot of pain sensation, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his ravaged ab organs are in the process of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a sharp pang of envy for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing botheration inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a perforate colon does not hurt all that much until later, when contagion sets in and the abdominal cavity becomes infected. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large fireplug. Nor can I adjust to the severely pressure and stretchability it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower part of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can loosen up and allow myself to open and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's script, 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 abused gut declaration hard against the abuse it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing spasm that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

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

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

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

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

"stopping point your heart, darlin ’, and don't give 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 clock time, I tell you why I need it, since you said that's what you wanted me to do, if it ever happened again. I need to take aim you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the indulgence out of my principal before I take it out some other way on soul else. You don't say anything. You just open your legs for me and close down your center, preparing to endure it."

"winner can get word us,"I object, opening my oculus to get Mount Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't give a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to lie with person. Now stop interruptin'me and come together your eyes. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally false. act I've got a cock as big around as my upper berth arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just make-believe. I'm huge and hard and I'm shoving that frightening dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deeper and deeper into your consistency. I'm shtup you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will injure. Imagine you can see me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your coxa tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not pain in the ass. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in rules of order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't tell me to hold on. You only struggle to assume it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your hammer is barely hard. Much as I want to kick in you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that tears me up inside, but I can't hitch.

"It feels so wonderful, so thoroughly, to be inside you. I'm about to hail, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest of drawers, my finger's breadth spread all-embracing to rival and rub those tender pap. I wrap my other hired man around your gumshoe, pulling gently, rubbing my pollex over your exposed slit. You gasp as your consistency responds. I can palpate your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me uncivilised. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your trunk opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless approach, pulling me in deeper. I can contain out no longer. With a few more strokes, I take my going deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my thorax as I struggle to take in my breath."

As the spell of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my climax. The deep aching pain sensation is still there but seems to a lesser extent, 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 take into account that. I keep my middle closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our privy to start the hot H2O running in the tub. I come back and airlift you up from our bed, carrying you in my sleeve then lowering you into the pee. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your look and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to facilitate the tightness of the muscle I can feel beneath my workforce. And they do relax, a slight, but I can still palpate that aching inclemency inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse off you off with the shower adhesion 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 toilet, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can concord you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the steer of your ears and your closed lid. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that cicatrice that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to make it stop. I long to bring around you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to bring around oneself, when you can not also heal the one you love. All I can do is obligate you tight and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your paw on top of mine and suspire. Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time. Your pass lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the dateless night, keeping sentinel as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to imagine straight, what with the unbendable aching bass inside me, on top of my other gather hurt. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly athirst, far More than I should be. But I can not even reach for the water supply bottle, since victor did not give up my hand at all last sentence. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not athirst any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the thought of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most probably reason, as I have already surmised, is a snag in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal muscle pit and causing contagion. My time is clearly running out. I can not afford to play games with Victor much longer. 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 tail end plug. The abrupt stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of blood and fluid.

"I made you shed blood again, didn't I ?"he inquires with fictive business organisation."Sorry about that."

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

gift in to one of the strange quirks of mischief that often invade my idea, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im schlock !"

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

But the painful sensation is worth it, since I just told him he should farm like an Allium cepa, with his question in the ground.

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

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

"Oh love ! Did I forget to free your 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 mind, but we'll start there."

He opens the cap and pours the full bottle over my facial expression, which allows some of it to get into my sass, 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 discharge bottle over his shoulder."Are you still thirsty ?"

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted expression and shake off my head.

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

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

"seed on, master, is that the dear you can conceive of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to booze your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the remainder of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playacting children's plot and get down to the real thing. fucking me ! shove 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 little queer boy is anxious for it, is he ? He wants to feel my big cock inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But first I want to stimulate a little fun."

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

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

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

"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his fount. The cad of his bridge player presses down hard on that piazza, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely stamp down a screeching. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, Victor, nein !"

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right teat and suction. At firstly, it feels skillful. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under ascendancy during this surely legal brief respite. I feel a hand reach for my other mamilla, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the pocket-sized amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my tummy, and the ache in my gut has turned into tart spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty grim dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive touch just below my seat that he burned during our last session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

The digit continues to rub over the suntan, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.

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

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

"That vould not be too bad, overall,"I inform him as blithely as I can finagle."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me make out vith Jimmy inside me ? Or me inside jimmy ?"

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

"I have been called vorse things."

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

"Not enough to drop it vith a animal like you."

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

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

"Shut up, queen boy."

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

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

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

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished fucking you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so 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 bide with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to pee-pee him conceive you have done so. You vill obliterate me regardless."

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

"Because as long as I am animated, there is a hazard he might determine that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the approximation that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly make love you."

He places his hand flat on my abdomen."You'd skillful stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you call some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill constitute jemmy jealous, seeing you fuck individual else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely radiance eyes at him, giving him an self-important glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hung up on Jimmy that you are not up to of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Desperate to go on Mount Logan from interfering any advance, I add one more furious ‘ execration ’."matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane passion 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. trade good. That is what I want. Do not mean about it anymore, you overgrown asshole. Just do it !

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

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

Despite what some men may desire to reckon, no member is a weapon of mass end. However, almost any penis can become a weapon system of sorting, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and blockheaded than pattern. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my oculus and try to gain my mind in order to focalize on the floating cloud meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not earmark me this escapism.

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

I shake my mind.

"open air them, dammit ! Or you'll get my clenched fist instead of my hammer !"

I surrender to that demand.

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

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

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent randomness a person can give to express both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from victor Creed.

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

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

Then he hits a lieu that turns the pain sensation into agony.

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

The moment I feel his orchis slap 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 eternal rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and realize that I have been successful in my try. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the shut door would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my hint and pray. The exclusively matter I hear is a soft"fairy ”. No dud, but only the same gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to hold my breath.

Now I must go for that my closing about Logan being in this same edifice are correct. If not, once victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be capable to come after me. Or uncollectible : if I am incorrectly and there is another building, he may blow up the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the rightfulness. There is cipher but a short corridor, with one door on the position antonym to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Logan quickly now. As I run down the hall, I am leaving a trail of blood behind me. There is only so practically sentence left before I have to take a breather, or before I collapse from loss of blood, for I know some of that bloodline is mine.

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

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

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

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

And chance myself right next to Logan ! His center flare all-encompassing with surprisal and promise, as I wrap my blazonry around him.

We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the outside threshold and authorize of any obstruction. As I search for my next address, we both suck in a welcome hint of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at to the lowest degree one lungful of the gas.

There is an open field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all counselling appears to be stocky jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the safe I can safely manage.

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

Finally I have to stop. My stifle go weak. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my waist to sustain me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

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

This prison term he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as heedful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a joystick and go off a shortsighted musical composition."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more damage to your mouth. 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 foster with his fingers in edict to get a grasp on the ragged and torn flesh of victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a thigh-slapper and get-up-and-go again as he pulls it out, but I do not displace. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated seismic disturbance of what has happened over the last few mean solar day, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

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

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely sealed there is Thomas More damage, because I feel much sorry 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 fuck about that.

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him distribute my tail end and pack the soft, gluey subject matter against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No headache on that account, Elf."

"master - he vill farm it back ?"

"Yeah. It may require a few hours and it will bruise a lot, but he will. Don't lose any nap 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 lovely ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the distance of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the single in my penis. The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A drop of rakehell H. G. Wells up, but Mount Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a small and smile through clenched dentition.

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

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

Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the face-to-face commission. Put your arm 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 blazon, a sharply muscle spasm tears through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then happen out.

After that I have no consistent memory of what happened for the foresighted part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious mind much of the time, with fleeting episode of half-consciousness coalesce in.

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

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

His language penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying blazon. At first I try to ignore the commotion. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of void. But the articulation is inexorable. He jogs me slightly. A knifelike spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to pressure my eyes open and my mind back into on the qui vive. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the verdure still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the bank of a spacious reaching of water.

"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to foil 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 and vulnerable. Do ya realize me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly smooth speckle of ground at the base of a tree diagram. The trunk is so astray that both Logan and I holding hands could not easily circle it. There are no branches bring down 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 slice and welts from insect bites, in varying phase of healing. For the subject of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am debile as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly athirst, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get discourse soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant mode. But it will not help to designate that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave behind him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his leaf blade, he literally claws his way up the automobile trunk until he reaches the lowest ramification, then is quickly lost to sight in the duncical foliation. All I want to do is blow over out again, but I must not. There is always the possible action that Victor is tracking us even now, not to observe all the possible dangers that may linger in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of nonperformance in such an environment.

It is not hanker before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the Brobdingnagian tree diagram torso in his hurry to turn over the ground. Excitement and relief mingle on his boldness as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the upper side of buildings in a glade. Even if it's only a small town or plantation, all we need is a phone or wireless to gain the planetary house and get help. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too cryptical 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 swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swimming ?"

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

By now, he has again lifted me in his limb. I gaze across the river, the brilliance of luminosity from the setting sun dazzling my center. The length appears to be approximately three km. I can see what looks like a authorize stretching of grit 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 raspberry."Same matter I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no time to dissent. Wrapping my arm tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present position.

vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far side of the river, so perilously close up to a tree that I could touch out and reach it. Mount Logan's face is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't feel too good either.

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

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

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

"Dehydration may be a large risk of exposure to me than the water, right now. I vill take the hazard, if you vill help me."I try to rear, but can get no far than propping myself up on one elbow joint before my foreland starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Mount Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the palm of his hands and holds it to my lip. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more poor handfuls, he shakes his question."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water supply's OK, you may make up. apply it a few hour and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing water. The sun cesspool behind the tree diagram on the far side. Darkness will be here soon.

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

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

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

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

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

Silence falls over us again. The water sits arduous in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up. I place one hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a board. Not right at all. I campaign harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

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

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

A few more handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a diminished child. Now, at last-place, I can end fighting the weakness and relax. My pass lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the hobo camp. The comforting wickedness of oblivion holds me in its weapon and I know nil more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the strength to open my optic at kickoff. I can severalise I am lying on a hard plod airfoil. Please God, we are not back in Victor's hands ! !

vox echo through my straits, a foreign nomenclature - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in brazil then ? That would explain the rainforest and the spoken language. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish allows me to make out many of the words.

Through the haze of fever and pain, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, mortal is starting an IV on me. A medical installation. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly hungry. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange char, one of whom continues to look for a vein in my dehydrate body.

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

"Yes. rightfield away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call option out,"Senhor Logan ! viewing up. Your booster is awaken !"

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

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

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill live. I think."

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

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

He becomes good."I know, darlin ’. But the Turdus merula will be here any minute now to pick us up. hang in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me profligate. I recognize the touch as my head begins to feel scant and my knowingness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



consequence

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

Of course, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

"I have been lying in bed in the infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the need to actuate around in the newly air and sunlight again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in silence. The cat valium of the leaves and Dubya surrounding me seems shiny than usual and the variety of nature delights my eyes, after staring at the beige bulwark of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

"Isn't that form of far away for your low walk ?"

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

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

I give him a puzzled look."Who cares ? It makes no more sensory faculty one vay or the other."

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

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

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



"I'm bein'serious, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to ease up you some time to go back first."

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. I just needed to take a shit for certain 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 superior told me."

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

"I believe you."I could 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 whip 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 sleep of my life. Yet it was tremendous. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

"But something about it was - how can I distinguish 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 shit sense ?"

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

I take a breather, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, aware that I may not like the answer."How practically vere you tempted to delay vith him ?"

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

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

"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 warfare, the fighting and killing. I dunno. After the warfare were over, the world wasn't a whole lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to dwell like that, and I knew I would have to, if I stayed with Victor."

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

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

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

"Hey, ya got that one rightfield !"

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

We both get a laugh out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The water glister in the early break of day sun, as a light walkover skip over the open. I drink in the sweep of dismal, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such dish to wait upon now and then. Yes, nature is vicious and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are think 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 comfortable. I just happen to have a duad of granola bars in my air hole, the chocolatey ones you like so much. desire one ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

"Of line it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, cipher but the Wilderness and your concern for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of bang-up time value to you in guild to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

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

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

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

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past times experience with devotee, at to the lowest degree as a good deal as I can call up, isn't exactly reassuring."

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

"Yeah. How could I draw a blank ?"He leans around to osculate me hard and long. As usual, he ends up with ancestry on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp 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 formulation that crosses his face.

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting actions to lyric, I give him an exaggerated smile, then wrench my straits away."There, you see ? No man in his right head vould put his member into my mouth, not even master. You have never done more than than occasionally withstand yours up to my lips vhen you are fix, so I can imbibe your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought, recalling the feeling and the taste sensation 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 chomp my tooth together with an audible clicking haphazardness"—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 heating system of passion -"

I leave that hanging as I start to stand up. He grabs my tail and clout 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 bridge player is still around my bum. He slides his finger a little way along my quarter until they are at the situation where it joins my soundbox, then reaches down for that tender smear and massages it gently. The sunburn 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 joy that I feel.

I do not accept to gibe to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breathing space and the glow that is starting to fill up my eyes has agreed for me.

"out-of-doors your oral cavity as wide-eyed as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"

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

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his pollex is not so large around as his erect penis, but I can not verbalize with my mouth full.

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

The hand that was on my buttocks motion around to the front man to reach down into my sweatpants and assume cargo area of my cock. As my soundbox reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can arrest it. I taste rip. Scheisse !

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

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

He leaves his quarter round in my oral cavity, which is just as well, because I am starting to revel sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.

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

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

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

He is now rubbing his thickened palm over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my project, even though my cocksucker is getting hard and my behind is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His back talk give a little upwards queerness as he rises to his feet."You're a unknown one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the hobo camp, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his second joint, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the cloth. His thick pubic tomentum obscures the base, but his prepuce has already begun to imbibe back as he becomes engorge. I can reek the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost set to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be capable to keep my mouth open as wide as will be necessary for a farsighted metre.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this Angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slim lapping of the wave on the shore keep prison term. The breeze brings forth a whisper of leaf from the tree overhead, as I glance up the distance of Logan's body from my new vantage compass point, my digit teasing his putz with assuage tactual sensation, soon changing into a steady stroke as they combine to hold him within a fist. His hips begin to move in sentence with my rhythm and he groans.

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

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

Logan's consistency is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his scratch and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my lip pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-heeled for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to get him any damage, but only impart him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my rima oris, tentatively at first, then with to a greater extent confidence as he meets with no annoyance. As he hits the binding of my throat, 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'serious,"I hear him say above me."So damn fuckin'good."

A tingle runs through me at his words, and I try harder to devour his cock fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to come after the rhythm method of birth control of his thrusts as well as I can. His mitt touches the back of my head, but he does not try to pull me finisher, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmuration,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is backbreaking to breathe around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer restrain my mouth as panoptic open. I feel him skin one of my turn down teeth and penchant blood, but it does not come along to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous trope flashbulb across my idea : kneeling at the communion table rail as the priest lays the ordinate Wafer on my glossa, then offers me a sip from the chalice. Is this thought process profanation - or just a dissimilar pattern of holiness ? At one and the Saame time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my oral cavity is vacuous and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me close against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His hands unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I find the warm breeze on my freed pecker, followed by the sense of touch of his hand on the spiritualist flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his script to his brim and sucks the slick glob of ejaculate into his mouth, then kisses me with the tasting of my own cum, as our lingua intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this sentence it is not. It is only a deep share-out between us.

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

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

"I do not think that vill ever suit my first option for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"distress, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from side to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a serpent, and could luxate my jaws in Order to svallow prominent objects."

"Just be happy ya never had to hold master a blow job, darlin ’."

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

But already the image has flashed across my judgment of winner's hand tearing through Logan's gut, and his belly laugh of hurting doughnut 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 capitulum on his thorax, 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 hired hand and leads it to his abdomen."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"

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

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

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya reckon I didn't learn most of the dirty dustup first, darlin'? I will take on to being a bit obnubilate about the onion and the pendant though."

Now it is my routine to laugh. As our laugh dies away, I prop myself up on my elbows and take care down into his face.

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

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




German Translation HELL HATH NO Fury. ..

Lieber Gott ! beloved God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like snake pit !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. forgiveness me.

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

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






German language interlingual rendition. .. LIKE A mutant SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! Stop !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
shit ! The Devil subscribe to you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy fauna !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese martial arts full term which has been established in a previous chronicle that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish for pee



German language rendering aftermath

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! cocksucker !

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

Vas ? What ?



tale ARC - In Order

Something a footling Different
As the branchlet is bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No vehemence
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