This is the sixth tarradiddle of a much longer news report arc, which is best read in the parliamentary procedure of the List at the end.

Translation of German Holy Writ or idiom at the end. However, I have tried to make the substance fairly light up in context.




HELL HATH NO furiousness. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a song and dance, we should by rights have reached the component part where Mount Logan and I would live happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my mind and I open my optic, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.

Last thing I can commemorate, 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 foolish enough to take him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any font, there was a quiet"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 macrocosm was already going black around the boundary 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. I am in a minor room with burnished lights, austere white walls, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the backrest of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computer silver screen. Above his head there are six enceinte monitors, which are all lacuna. He has not yet noticed that I am witting, so I remain still and quietly in social club to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my back on a firm but padded airfoil. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally nude, with some kind of simplicity around my radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis, which hold my hand down by my sides and my leg straight but slightly spread out apart. My tush is pulled down between my leg, with something clamped around the minute persona, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something cockeyed and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to raise my head teacher, but I can not. Concentrating, I can palpate that the gimmick does not encircle my integral neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to trap me in this way apparently does not clear I can easily teleport out of such simpleness. Perhaps he does not even substantiate I can teleport at all. That would be nice. I could be dislodge 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 way is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these wall. If that one threshold is locked in such a way that I can not spread out it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport blind and take my probability. Not a upright bet, even under the best of circumstances.

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious heftiness, dark-skinned haircloth, dark eyes. He even has the Saami kind of prodigal sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki-Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit light than Logan's. His whisker is also unretentive, and it has begun to withdraw slightly at his temples. His human face is more squared off, with arduous mandible. His nose is straight, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty sight. There is zip but ruthlessness 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 way like that without taking a big endangerment. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to beat you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, guess one can't have everything."

He comes over to the board and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those dog collar around your cervix that are supposed to be able to prevent a variation from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is elementary : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the clip, but they don't all work all of the fourth dimension. Besides, being myself a sport, I just have this antipathy to the damn things. I'd rather do it the demode way and physique out how to enamor and throw the peculiar mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. make for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

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

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

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

He raises one bridge player and points a outback ascendency gimmick toward the white Monitor. All six screens come to lifetime, showing me images of Mount Logan from unlike angles and at varying distances. He is standing spreadeagle and stark naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in place by a curiously-designed system of heavy control and metal bars. He is bleeding from numerous cut of meat and slice and assorted former wounding, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The television is on both fashion, but the sound's turned off ripe now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can pick up us, not the other way around."He aims his remote and dog again."That will save me from having to recite the rules over again to him."

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

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

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

"It's rather a overnice touch that he's spread out into a bang-up X like that, don't you think ? Quite capture, considering.

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold Jimmy, since his claws can cut through shucks near everything. However, even if he can gallop them, he can't get promiscuous unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been gentle enough to simply ensure his forearms and bridge player back unconditional against a rampart, so that he couldn't use his nipper to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a spatial relation that gave me access to his body from all counseling, not just the front. If you take a looking at the crossbar that runs between the metal simpleness that enclose his limb from above his cubital joint to the ends of his spread fingers, you'll placard that his claws, if he bothers to extend them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the midsection that runs up to the ceiling friend. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay put that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to abide for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short chain connecting the handcuff around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to strive far enough to quetch me. On the former hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

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

"Just like I know Jimmy's power well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business to hear the limits of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many opened spaces in the area around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this construction or its environs. And even if you did, jemmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very exchangeable building, far enough away so that it's out of ocular range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take clock time, more time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a turkey in each building, and I can explode either or both of them from a control panel in both building, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary dud mounted beneath the floor right under your boyfriend and it's pretty brawny. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many pieces of flaming body component part 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 slight buddy here. fix me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the feeling on your face when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

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

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

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

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

Giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavor to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to look out the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your moral. I know how to take a shit Jimmy scream, so just reckon what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how practically Jimmy would not savour seeing that. Got the image ?"

I nod.

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

"jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

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

From the aspect on Logan's face, this man is telling the verity. I close my heart and try to keep my shock and wound hidden.

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

He takes hold of my turn down jaw and opens my sassing, turning my head from one side to the former and surveying my horrendous mouthful of teeth. They are not my effective feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the whirligig of my take down teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a buck whose teeth are being examined to be sure the creature is not elderly and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

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

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would beat his pecker between those teeth is either very brave or very jerky. I'm no Coward, but I'm no fool either. If zilch else, your oral cavity gets to sustain its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a short gag."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more particular nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look Sir Thomas More like a queer, except for the colouring. Yeah, that's it. I'll outcry you my slight blue sprite boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head word vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

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

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's Victor. Victor church doctrine, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's brother. wellspring, half-brother. Same father, dissimilar mother. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The same healing ingredient, but not such foresightful claws."

He holds up a hand to evince me the short pointy slightly curved pincer 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 natural, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a expression over his shoulder at the monitors, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not learn.

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

"I assume you're familiar with dildos, pansy boy. Probably very comrade. I find that this special one comes in rather useful for my purposes."He holds it up in forepart 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 bear this particular token inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black shabu, aplomb and smooth. Should feel real good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other script to run the sharp tip of his hook teasingly along the railway line of the scar on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attending or fears it.

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

"nearly certainly not. I did that many days 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 ease of these too ?"He gestures at my body.

When I nod, he looks closer."Very neat and pretty. How did you piss them descend out so precise ? mark can heal in sloppy means sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very reproducible, as long as I take care vith the slip. Even cicatrice from injury do not cook too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the sand to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a fiddling, fairy boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised stopcock like yours. More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me shew you a singular feature of this table you're lying on. Like jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my mortification, I discover that the table is made so that my feet can be slid back and forth along the sides, simplicity and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The control even adjust the angle while they move, so that the Sol of my feet come down as he bends my leg. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my foundation almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to wonder what else this tabular array can do.

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

"This'll be prosperous if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any serious equipment casualty, in order to get a better theme of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another poisonous grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the fourth dimension to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be often fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the small-scale tapered end of the dildo against my possibility, I find myself at a loss for words, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A voguish remark at this time could be something I would regret later on.

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

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

"By the way, I recognized those pincer fool on your rachis, pansy boy. jemmy may mean you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his bivouac, leaving him to his own devices for a fourth dimension, but keeping tabs on him from a space. Just when Logan began to pack up his things and hike back to the nearest town, he waylaid him, convincing him to last out a little longer by offering to tell him about his past.

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

The give-and-take hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might bask the feeling, and I can tell that my heart are beginning to shine. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my read/write head as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases superior. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.

"open air your eyes, sprite boy,"he orders me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interesting essence. 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 work with on an untrimmed penis. I'm going to celebrate this dildo right here for a while but locomote it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My phallus will persist in to become englut, trying vainly to push the brain free of my get foreskin.

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

That is about the lowest matter I would like to try, for it would keep on to arouse me. But superior knows that. He describes some of the things he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to wrestle in infliction as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the paradigm 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 decrease my rousing.

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and Lashkar-e-Taiba go. One sort of pain stops, while another sketch, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a crisp jerk.

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

"It hurts now, does it ? You can drive a lot, poof 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 pain than he is actually causing.

A frown crosses his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Boche, aren't you ? I should let noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. toss off a shitload of them in the last populace War. Wouldn't head killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

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

"Please, Victor, no -- no Sir Thomas More. It hurts like underworld,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not infer mere German. Or he wants to make me cogitate he does not understand it. I may be able to use this information later on.

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

Logan nods frantically.

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

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

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

I can not state him no, as my voiceless cock would clearly show it to be a lie. superior examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a live up to nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, sprite boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much observation of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that natural event, 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 tabulator, then returns to stand next to me, readjusting the board so that my legs are again unconditional down against the airfoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scratch with the point of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.

I want him to hold open talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to excruciate us ? These edifice and all this equipment must have toll a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my cicatrice than in the treatment."I would never ingest been able to afford all this stuff, except that some very rich and very mighty family line hired me to occupy down the fearsome Michigander. You're just confirmative price. They think I'm going to kill jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just observe him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

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

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

He status his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw in blood."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can unloosen up one of your branch so that it's on a short mountain range. That way, you can give the H2O feeding bottle I've got on a ledge under the tabular array along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to bet on me to nominate both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that authentic about such matters, if I have no cause to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws pricking just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fright it would drag those full point through my flesh."If you're lying to me, support in mind that Jimmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to mention being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not leave,"I assure him.

"Good."The nipper deplumate away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some chemical mechanism at the side of meat of the mesa, clipping a short length of mountain chain to the alloy manacle around my leave behind articulatio radiocarpea then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, sister, just like I promised. Reach around under the tabular array and try it out."

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

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the doorway."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio recording so you and jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell 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 petty Thomas More fun."

He clicks the distant control as he gets to the doorway."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doors will only work by a voice program line from me, so don't even nettle to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convert mimicker. It won't work."

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my radiocarpal joint, replacing the feeding bottle and then testing the length of string again. I can reach out virtually of the way to my expression and a slight way down below my hips.

"Ja, just hunky-dory, all affair considered. Is this superior really who he says he is ?"

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every cause to know how very closely sex is linked with violence in his Psyche, so what he tells me should make out as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

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

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

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

He is pleading now, I can secernate from his timbre. His oral sex is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Mount Logan. You should know that."

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

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my lover. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his head in self-hatred."I should suffer known. We fought for substantial when I told him. I had a chance to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to come together off the just windowpane I had into my childhood and my past tense. I - I wasn't cerebration of what might encounter to you."

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to look at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should let told you the item immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your dearest, overwhelm my awe. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

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

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

"I am not so trusted there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false misery in my representative. If Victor is listening, I want him to recollect I have taken all of what he said at case value and think 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 lack of hope, I have surely convinced Victor.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan forebode to rescue me. That will put victor's focus on him as a potential savior, rather than me. That could do in Handy later.

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

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

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

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

"good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should reside and take advantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since Victor could repay at any time. The less ve lecture of leakage vhen he may be listening, the better."That last role is for victor's ears, more than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not care my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want Victor to learn anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to slow down and calm himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the meter Victor getting even, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but better than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the cuff around my wrist into its place by my English. Then he faces Logan on the Monitor."I'll leave the audio frequency on, jemmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

Victor turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to run nice this meter, my little blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my lip. When I try to deform my headway away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my lips with his sassing, his tongue pressing hard, seeking entry. He must let forgotten about my teeth. I open my mouth slightly. When he tries to conjure his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not hard enough to do sober damage, but hard enough to cast blood. This does not lay off him, but it does provoke him into giving the face of my thigh a stinging slap.

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

"You've got spirit, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just dissolve into bust and set off begging for mercy, at first anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of occur, what do you like, mollycoddle ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely hate ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the tips of his nipper sleep against the pedestal of my scrotum."It would get to more sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his bobby pin tightens only enough to draw blood."I think you can envisage what would happen if I closed my fist right now, then yanked down hard."

"I can opine 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 picayune plot vould be over almost before it began."

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

"Ja, I am very indisputable. If you simply vanted me short, you vould receive killed me at the very beginning."

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not surely I like that. Does Jimmy necessitate this sorting of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"grudge one for the blue fairy,"Victor says cheerfully."No more threats of quick destruction. However,"-- his effective humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tincture it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

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

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

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my grimace."Open your eyes, boy, and observe them open. I want to be able-bodied to see just how very much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

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

His finger reach my genitals. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a slow, steadfast rhythm method, rubbing a finger's breadth now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar squeeze begin deep inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to slack up whatever it is that causes this incredible pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his voice."Sure you do. You're decent and unvoiced now. Keep it up, child. Come for me. Show 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 pecker and orchis. I will dismiss it. I will not come. I will relax. I will conceive of how a great deal I hate his tactual sensation. I will rivet on that, nil else.

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

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

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

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

"So you use that Hun 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 top dog 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 ‘ diddley ’. I've heard it before."

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Saame tone of voice, but with my eyes focused on Logan's simulacrum in the varan, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

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

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

"Maybe my handwriting just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just happen to have a nice collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them prayer to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the BASIC standard smooth charge card, culture medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and available in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the international, or the interior ? No response ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such matter and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid trembling gets to the erotic nerve end like cipher else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to line it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for input and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to amount and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to separate him to go piece of tail himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My second joint shiver and my entire body shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

"Oh yeah, that's real nice. real number nice. You're getting to me, queen boy. aspect. I'll appearance you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator mystify deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard cock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

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

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and forth. My spine arches and my hips lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to trance the seed of that tantalizing superstar.

"plosive fighting me, sprite boy. You know you want to let go."

He is right on. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it cryptical inside, the pressure mounting, the rapt waves of pleasure cresting and ready to break. In a last desperate campaign to forbid ejaculating, I tense every sinew in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to obligate back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of golden joy turning my body into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensiveness of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my feelings from master as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to evidence me simulated, I pretend nil has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to loose 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 matter was possible !

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

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

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

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

"Oh, did I draw a blank to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including anger and madness ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My pure tone is insouciant 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 go at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a sharp nose drops in the typeface. I see it coming, so I make for sure to let my capitulum turn with the nose candy, to minimize the damage. Even so, my lip splits against the pointedness of my teeth.

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

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

He just laughs, wiping off the line of descent with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to require to meet my secret plan by the formula, I think I'll go play with your boyfriend for a piece. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my aid than you are."

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that master's stride is roughly a m long, that would make it around 12 meter. aught warrantee that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily precise. I realize this is a very rough in appraisal, but it is a starting point.

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

Logan proves to be no more conjunctive than I was about allowing himself to reach climax as a consequence of Victor's activeness.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the craze suffusing winner's look and I am afraid. I want to recite Logan to give in, afford him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a consideration in Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must raise that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when hold up we spoke, he must also establish me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

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

"You don't want to hold me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in battlefront of Logan,"so I'm going to gain you impart me your pain instead."

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

"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitors shows a close up of Logan's scurvy organic structure. I can not tear my eye away from it as Victor's claw extend and go in."Scream for me, little brother. I want to get wind it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to pick up it also."

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

Victor's fingers pluck downward, the sharp claws cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"Stop being the strong silent character, little sidekick. Unless you want to look out me do this to your nookie brother once I'm finished with you."

The hook finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended flesh at the bottomland gives way, leaving winner holding Logan's skewered orchis in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the affiliated ligaments and ducts out of the crashing opening.

"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your superbia, or your demon lover ?"

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

I start on my common litany of curses in German language. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonized attention, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the ill-scented epithet I am calling Victor.

His keep on screech pierce my substance but I rebuke myself. You told Mount Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own hope alive. You know to the full well he will live this.

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


victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to count the elapsed clip, but it did not appear very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the string. I am so fierce that I try to draw 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 hold on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a clump of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the rage burning in my heart reflected in my burn optic. His hired man moves toward my face. My eye close reflexively and the tip of a penetrative chela touches each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can breathe again.

He takes the outback mastery from his sack."There. I've shut off the audio frequency both ways. You can lie here and find out while Jimmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."

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

He is redress. I would almost have preferred a strong-arm punishment to this. I want so much to say something to solace Logan, but at to the lowest degree I can still see how fast he is healing and I will know when he is completely again. It is nothing short of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a part. However, it does ask prison term and he is clearly suffering a considerable measure of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

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


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slack out of my leave alone hand simpleness and fastens it down, he remark cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well endure sentence, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be meritless you did that. I don't like it when my victim refuse to throw me what I want. This clip, you're not going to have a choice."

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

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

The monitors go black.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you imply ?"

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

It does not count particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a assoil glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a line. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very small version of those plasma globes in scientific discipline museums, where the discharge follow your fingers around on the airfoil of the ball.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my in good order nipple, and I expect him to meet me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small electric discharge leap between the wand and my tegument. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feeler are wiggling around. The sinew of my bureau tighten in stimulation, and my pap maturate taut.

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

He moves the world to my leftover side, giving it the Saami treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more aroused by the strange flavour that are almost joy but also almost botheration. No ! I do not desire this to materialise !

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

As he approaches my groyne, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the metal band around my neck will give up. My teeth clinch as I try to repress a groan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one side, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower abdomen, following the excogitation of the cicatrice that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to mean more clearly. After fighting so punishing against coming during the go session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the hook piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this persona held firmly in my mind, my penis falters. I can assure it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my physical structure just above it.

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

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

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

As my dick twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Mount Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the level, and the sight of his balls clutched in Victor's deal. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sentience deep in my bulwark, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this happen !

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

He leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a pocket-size cart with some sorting of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and secure it in. I do not like the feeling of this. It is a alloy box with respective meters and sundry switches and clitoris on the front.

"deficiency to consider a surmisal, sister ?"When I can not total up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a jot : this is a medical exam 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 verbalism on my face, he can see that it is beginning to come home on me what comes next. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some sort of probe, about as long as a man's finger and the width of two fingerbreadth. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a telegram going back to the box.

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this table, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the intact section that is usually between my leg crimp down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my peg bent at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a infotainment I once watched about getting semen from booty Irish bull. It did not appear all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

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

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

My mouth drib open in alarm."No ! You vould not -"

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

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The common subprogram is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couple of indorsement. Then repeat that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight try. That seems too ready for me, so I'll scratch at the lowest mount and work my way up. That should give you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to take in 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 increment in power. There appears to be a stop where the touch sensation of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscles change into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to bruise. I know electricity can cause burns, but surely a medical checkup device meant to be used on human would stop shortstop of that. Each sentence now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the stream, the muscle spasm become more acute, until it feels as if my interior are trying to flex themselves inside out. My entire lower torso convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and make out very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"superior croons."You're making me real hot. go on it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this battle and I know it. My screams get loud and longer each time, until finally I can not stop my soundbox from reacting.

"That's undecomposed, baby. A few More multiplication and you should be fairly well emptied out."

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

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

By the sentence he stops, my muscle are cramping and my leg and prat are pulling hard against their chasteness. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

He removes the prophylactic from my twitching phallus and solidification it aside, then draws the investigation out of my rectum."Doesn't looking at as if that was a great deal fun, was it ?"

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

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

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

I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and rub that gloating smile off of his boldness, but that would set off the bombs and get Mount Logan and me killed. wait a moment. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the turkey in Mount Logan's room that is supposed to be sinewy enough to bolt down soul with that Sami healing factor, so it would only bolt down him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

sufficiency thought process. I should be responding with more nemesis, but I have used up almost of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an imaginative Yiddish swearing I once heard and wrench it into German as trump I can remember it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded nasty. speculation you're pretty angry at me."The hand on my belly alteration into fingertips pressing hard on the sensible pressing breaker point along the top of my pubic osseous tissue. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his script follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

The pain in the neck stops as he comes. I am get out gasping for breath, struggling to get myself under control.

"That was real nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to learn me make Jimmy issue forth. And he will. I guarantee it."

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

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only if reply.

superior maze. I hear the click of the remote again."There. Now you can see and take heed what I do to jimmy, but he won't be able to see or try you."

Returning the table to its usual position, he gives me a net pat on the belly, then turns away to pull together everything together on his little pushcart.



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

So once again, I can do nothing but vigil and listen as winner uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a Taurus, running it up a little at a time, as his organic structure convulses and he bellows much like a Taurus might own. Eventually, of class, he is made to blurt various fourth dimension, just as I had been. I do not screw if the current was enough to lay off his pump, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When master is done, Logan hangs limply in his restraint, his head drooping on his dresser. As far as I can secern, he is breathing. Then the proctor go black and the talker falls silent.


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

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

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

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

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

"nearly of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my leave behind hired hand."I vill drink in it all, for the sake of the voice that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my action to my Bible, even to the pointedness of ostentatiously licking my lip 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. Victor snatches the cup from my hand, crushes it, and offer it across the room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a here and now I am sure he is going to kill me with his bare hands. Then he storms out the threshold, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

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

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything winner has said about the bombs which will go off if I get out of my restraint. I begin to mean 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 simplicity, with multiple bleeding solidus down the insides of both second joint. His look is set in a painful grimace, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am beaming simply to be capable to see him and to know he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the slice stop hemorrhage and begin to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in time, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want Victor to pick up on the fact that I can use it to get Logan's tending during my turn of German cursing -"Liebling. No thing that your bones are wide-cut of adamantium and your body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not true !"

Mount Logan shakes his head in defence, but he does not press out the compass point.

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

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in soul danger. No subject what happens to me, spare yourself. I'm likely to live on anyway."

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

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

I raise an brow."Only probably ?"

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

I do not wish to prognosticate such a affair, as I have no design of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want victor to screw that.

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

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

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

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

superior's voice comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. next thing I know, you'll be professing your unceasing lovemaking and devotion to each other. Enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with cypher but our opinion, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough idea of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few things I must have sex before I dare try it. There are too many unknown region, and besides, it involves doing something I would favour not to accept to do.

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

I do not require to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond decease, then I have certainly had my ploughshare of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will rely that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and worship, despite my many dubiety and query. Either way, I can not plain.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water now and again. The floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, 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 project to someone else if he could.

Every meter superior leaves me, I have counted the sec until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimation range anywhere from nine to twelve measure, which would be in keeping with a ramify construction, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I can not essay it to be insufferable from the pass time. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the menace of a dud that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would drink down Victor also.

I can stimulate a rough guess as to how extensive the wall of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when master comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large target outside my doorway and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unconvincing, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly out-of-door of this building, or if the outside door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a long prison term before Victor yield. As usual, he wastes no clip fastening my wrist back down.

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

master starts teasing me with the points of his claw, drawing them lightly over the interior of my thigh, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very picayune pressure. In fact, it feels all too goodness. If I did not know the horrors those terrible pincer could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's finger's breadth teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tail end, where the lightheaded touch sends shivers of desire up my acantha. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, babe ?"master asks, his voice sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too mark to laugh."

So he laughs. goodness. I do not want him to bring in just how exquisitely that part of my body reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my tail. In any case, I just want him to blank out all about it.

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

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

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

"How vould you know ?"

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

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

He is still wrapped on handling my tail, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, stoop it a niggling, whatever he wants. My pelvic arch are also not restrained, so I can actuate around to an extent, to take some of the tensity off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just take place to deliver this nice leather blindfold in my sack. Maybe you'll delight thing to a greater extent if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nada, even if I try to glint out underneath it. I know the variety of arrest this creates, as some of my childhood client did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to take for granted it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to piss you remember so. However, knowing this does not nominate me feel a whole lot better about it.

I feel a acute asshole down near the end of my quarter, just above the metallic element lot that holds it down.

"How would you like another fondness scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to make one justly here."

I seriously doubt he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to state just from what I felt. Another ignitor peter, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to impress to the thicker part, where there's more than meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a skillful plaza ?"

Now he is redress up near where my tail begins. It truly is more raw there and the paper bag he gives me this time hurts.

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

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

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

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

"postponement very still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a gracious straight billet, 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 voice call 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 surely. Victor, however, is not happy.

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my picayune secret plan. Not only am I turning off the audio frequency on your end, but now you're going to follow me use this phonograph needle on your blasphemous Friend here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."

He turns his aid back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, faggot boy, I've got a hale natural selection of them. several length and various gauges. You do recognize that the higher the figure, the narrower the diam of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll begin with something smaller, since I'll be starting near the end of your shadower and working my way up high as I go. I promised you something pretty before jemmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the fancy phonograph needle that have decorations on them."

"ornamentation ?"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 mean I'm finished."

I hear faint jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of pocket-size metal target, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge acerate leaf, babe, the smallest size of it I have."His fingers move to the very end of my misfortunate rear end, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of loose cutis for me to work with."

A small bastard, magnified by a scrape against the underlying osseous tissue, then another dickhead as the stage of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His digit move past the metallic element band that secures my rump, but only by a centimetre or two. Again the double prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will seem real sugariness. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly naught to hollo about.

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

"hold out one for your nates, poove boy. This is a 14."

wellspring, at least he is almost done.

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

"Vhat do you consider ? Are you finished making a pin shock absorber out of me ?"

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

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

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

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

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

"Saami thing below the scar. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't trouble, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it flat in."I hear a low chortle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me hold off, while I anticipate what is to come."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic painfulness turns into real infliction, so don't annoyance to try to betray me. I've learned to approximate that edge very closely, because I can smack the remainder. With you, I intend to continue pretty close to that edge, 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 middle and look down at superior's handiwork. There are indeed palm attached to each of the acerate leaf. Two bright red hearts grace the top and the ass of the scar, while a short-circuit string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff phallus. All the way down the duration of my tail there are other exchangeable things : the image of a flyspeck cat, several sort of bloom, a fleur-de-lis, a few small feathering, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock butterfly feather !

I am well and truly flummoxed !

"wellspring ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

I glance at Logan's range of a function on the monitor lizard. Even though he saw victor doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

superior's center follow mine."What do you think, jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic bar, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

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

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

"No, no. Just one to a greater extent little thing."He starts heating up a very fragile metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old epithet. daemon's fire. Watch. I'll display you how it works."The metallic element is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the back of his bridge player."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 dot.

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

"Holding it against the peel just a petty longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very sensitive space makes it a lot worse."He rubs a fingerbreadth over that spot between the base of operations of my fundament and my anus.

"No ! victor, 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 flesh. Not very long, but long enough.

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as telling as those mark down your back from jimmy's claws, but maybe this will will a cicatrice for you to remember me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each 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 burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

engage a rich breather, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far sorry than this in your life. Let it go. wagerer yet, toss it into that cellar in your theater of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

Victor has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire country in a broadside question, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and infliction throughout my entire groin. I can not assist but moan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my forefront, lips still clenched tightly.

His hand faulting to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mixture of pain and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the imperativeness on the needle. As he continues to do this, I can finger the vellication of heightened desire begin to make itself matte up thick inside me. No ! Not now !

Victor evidently decides that this would be a secure clip to get a conversation, as he asks,"Does jemmy ever let you fuck him, fagot boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not answer, he takes my scrotum in his former hand and squeezes tightly."Answer me when I ask a enquiry, 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 calendar month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a smell designed to infuriate him over my gloating feel. I simply can not jib goading him like this.

It seems to accept 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 wax well that I will support for this, and I am not proven wrong.

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to attract away, but he grabs my tail near the root, holding me in plaza."grip still, dammit ! Don't give me a concentrated time, faggot boy, or you just might get my hired man up your ass instead of this prissy smooth dildo. I know an interesting little variant on the common technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to exhibit it to you."

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

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

"Your scream of ecstasy would very quickly work into a scream 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 tack the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"master, no ! !"

"No what, jemmy ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it is too later. Victor turns to the camera, his case set in a snarl."All rightfield, you two have really pissed me off big meter. I'm gon na teach you a example 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 butt hype in the rest of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not conquer my scream. His grin becomes a extensive smile.

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

Victor ignores us both.

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

"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should continue you busy for a patch, like maybe until tomorrow sunup. By the way, the blood looks real number nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice decorations make you look quite bring in. If I weren't so angry at jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his header."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the doorway, without releasing my left paw as he usually does. Trying to ignore the nuisance, I focus on counting the moment but get no further than three when Victor appears in the other room. Even at a dissolute run, he could not have covered a lot aloofness in such a unforesightful time. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the lawsuit, there may well be bombs in both rooms that master could set off if he wished, but I can not envisage he was so poor fish as to set them up so that I could be responsible for for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensing element in my simpleness that would detect my sudden absence in ordination that some other variety of LE lethal booby ambuscade would be sprung.

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

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

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

His grin is Sir Thomas More than usually vicious as he grins at me from the varan. I know what is coming next, and my warmness cringes within my breast. But I can do nothing about it, other than ticker and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At different angles and on each monitor, I see his arm button up into Logan's body so far that his hand opens a gash in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the bowel twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only spew as Logan bellows his agony. I force my eyes to remain out-of-doors, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my centre with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my face and sobs racking my dead body. His lips form my name, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would sustain left any early man, with the possible exception of superior, dead. He still appears debile and is almost certainly in a lot of pain sensation, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his sacked abdominal harmonium are in the process of regenerating.

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

For just a consequence, I experience a discriminating pang of envy for Logan's power to mend, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no estimate of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection lot in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad snag in my anal sphincter muscle, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no foretoken of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large fire hydrant. Nor can I adjust to the strong press and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the lower part of my sigmoid El Salvadoran colon as well. Usually I can slack up and admit myself to open and adulterate, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adjust to before, even Logan's helping hand, and has been forced in deeper.

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

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

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

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

I can imagine of nothing he can do that would meliorate affair in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

"Let him. I don't give a damn in infernal region if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to sleep together someone. Now break interruptin'me and come together your heart. Concentrate on my words.

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

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can get word me moaning with delight over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you delight, not painful sensation. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your brass as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't differentiate me to stop. You only struggle to take on it, because you know how very a lot I need it. And I can severalise it's hurtin'you a lot, since your cock is barely hard. very much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that crying me up inside, but I can't stop.

"It feels so tremendous, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest, my fingers spread across-the-board to come to and rub those supply ship nipples. I wrap my former mitt around your pecker, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed cunt. You gasp as your organic structure responds. I can find your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing cramp that drive me idle. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My digit work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless fire, pulling me in deeper. I can carry out no longer. With a few more separatrix, I take my liberation deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my pectus as I struggle to beguile my breath."

As the go of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The deep aching pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the stress in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not receive 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 can to start the hot water running in the tub. I come back and raise you up from our bed, carrying you in my sleeve then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the tightness of the muscles I can experience beneath my manpower. And they do loose, a footling, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the cascade 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 can, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the comfort around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can hold you against me.

"I kiss your hair's-breadth and the summit of your ears and your closed eyelids. I place my handwriting once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the former. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to lay down it stop. I long to cure you, but all I can do is mend myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the single you love. All I can do is have got you close and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hired man on top of mine and sigh. Your external respiration slows, your consistence relaxes a bit at a metre. Your head teacher lolls against my pectus. And I lie beside you through the endless dark, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his weapon system, I sleep until shortly before the adjacent time that superior comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to opine straight, what with the stabilize ache thick inside me, on top of my other gather suffering. I feel as if I have a feverishness and I am terribly hungry, far to a greater extent than I should be. But I can not even gain for the water bottle, since Victor did not free my hand at all last time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my stomach is absolute queasy just at the mentation of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely ground, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal pit and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not afford to flirt plot 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 pelvic arch and pulls out the butt hoopla. The abrupt stretch weeping 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 lineage and fluid.

"I made you shed blood again, didn't I ?"he inquires with false fear."Sorry about that."

I have caught my breathing spell now, and the most recent bed of pain has eased off a bit. I start in on my German cursing, to get him used to it.

"All right, enough of that shit."

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

"I said enough !"He runs his hand down the ornamentation that are still in my after part, then flicks his finger hard against the needle in my glans.

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

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I draw a blank to justify your hand concluding prison term ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the water system bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in mind, but we'll offset there."

He opens the cap and pours the stallion bottle over my side, which allows some of it to get into my oral cavity, but not nearly as a great deal as I need. But he does not free my hand.

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

"I could spend a penny on you, if you'd rather. You could abide some cleansing up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can finger pretty good, if you're into such things."

All right, time 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.

"Come on, Victor, is that the skilful you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to salute your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the remainder of it ? If so, you greatly lowball me. Let's stop acting children's games and get down to the real affair. Fuck me ! Shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can suffer me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

"My, my. The lilliputian pansy boy is queasy for it, is he ? He wants to find 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 have a little fun."

He rests his manus 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 fingerbreadth trace across my belly, probing to find the sphere that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left of shopping mall, I gasp.

"right there, huh ?"I do not like the grin that spreads across his aspect. The heel of his hand presses down hard on that property, rubbing in modest circles.

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right nipple and sucking. At commencement, it feels prissy. I dare to make relaxed a bit and try to get myself under restraint during this for certain abbreviated hiatus. I feel a hand scope for my other nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not suffer so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the diminished quantity of pee that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your centre look a bit brighter now and that pretty juicy dick is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining shaft. Then he seeks out the medium spot just below my arse that he burned during our last session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that tender expanse with his claws, I can not assist but try to root for away from him, even though I know entire well that it is hopeless.

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

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

He laughs."You are an outrageous piffling adulteress, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

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

"Not enough to pass it vith a animate being like you."

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

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

"What's the thing ? 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 center slide upwards to one of the Monitor, watching for Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not see why. Now I think I know.

He does not desire me. He does not even worry about me. I am only a pawn in the biz he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"You love Jimmy,"I United States Department of State flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

"It is the only kind of love you know."I let him conceive about that a second."That is vhy you hate me so. jimmy loves me, not you. You can not place upright that."

"Shut up, sprite 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 dirt ! I'm warning you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to vote out 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 livelihood you both alive."

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

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

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

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

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

He places his hired man flat on my abdominal cavity."You'd in force stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to hear you scream some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make Jimmy envious, seeing you fuck soul else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely shine middle at him, giving him an arrogant blaze."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hung up on Jimmy that you are not open of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd full just shut your oral cavity, you damn Krauthead. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

"Better men than you have told me to shut out 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 ask my eye 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 prime German language epithets into his face.

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

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any encourage, I add one to a greater extent maddened ‘ condemnation ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

He adjusts the board, much as he did once before, dropping the incision with my behind downwards so that my ass is at the boundary, and my legs are bend sharply.

"Makes it loose for me to get in really rich, from this angle."He steps between my stifle, holding up his tool for me to see."If you're in such a hurry for this, pansy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may want to recall, no phallus is a weapon of mass destruction. However, almost any phallus can become a weapon of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than pattern. This is clearly what victor intends.

I close my oculus and try to clear my idea in ordination to focus on the floating obnubilate meditation that helped so much when Mount Logan fisted me. But Victor will not provide me this escape.

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

I shake my head teacher.

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

I surrender to that need.

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

As he did with the butt end plug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks 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 noises a somebody can make to verbalise both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from victor Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so indisputable of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of turd ?"he says between grunts."Gon na push it in so far that it rips your bowel apart, poove boy."

He could almost make good on that menace, 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 little while tenacious. I want all of him inside me, in order to be sure.

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

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

The import I feel his balls 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 rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the elbow 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 closed door would get convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"queer ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to charm us ! I continue to check my breather.

Now I must hope that my determination about Logan being in this like building are chastise. If not, once superior gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be capable to make out after me. Or worse : if I am incorrect and there is another building, he may detonate the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

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

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

The doorway on the other face of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious aliveness quarters but no window. The room access at the end is locked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an curtain raising under one of the great Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us various more clip. Each prison term, I grow faint, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop. My knees go watery. Logan wraps an arm around my waist to bear 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 for certain I could do such a matter, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must facilitate -"

This time he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as thrifty as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a pin and breaks off a short while."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any More legal injury to your mouth. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his finger in parliamentary procedure to get a grasp on the ragged and lacerate frame of superior's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a screaming and energy again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain in the neck and the accumulated impact of what has happened over the last few twenty-four hours, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

"damn !"he curses, wiping his script off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no worsened damage mysterious inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to stop the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely sealed there is to a greater extent harm, because I feel much worsened 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 experience about that.

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him spread my tush and pack the soft, steamy centre against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No worry on that account, Elf."

"Victor - he vill grow it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few 60 minutes and it will smart a lot, but he will. Don't lose any eternal sleep over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my poop, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The hold up one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A drop of pedigree wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a petty and smile through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before winner recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which counseling 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 opposite centering. Put your arms around my cervix, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his munition, a knifelike spasm bust through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no uniform storage of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious mind much of the time, with fleeting episode of half-consciousness merge in.

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

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

His words penetrate the merciful shadow that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his unwearying limb. At first I try to snub the perturbation. I am so comfortable here. No painful sensation, no fear, just a fog of malarkey. But the interpreter is inexorable. He jogs me slightly. A acutely spasm of nuisance contribution the curtain of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to ram my eyes open up and my intellect back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and obnubilate, I realize we are on the bank of a across-the-board stretch of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly smooth spot of undercoat at the al-Qaeda of a tree. The trunk is so wide that both Mount Logan and I holding hired man could not easily encircle it. There are no leg lower than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cuts and wheal from dirt ball bites, in varying point of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut ache, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to note shaking with cold, despite the heights temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get handling soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not aid to point that out to Mount Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to occupy about.

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

Extending his blades, he literally claws his way up the tree trunk until he reaches the gloomy leg, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick leafage. All I want to do is legislate out again, but I must not. There is always the possible action that Victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not yearn before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree luggage compartment in his rushing to hit the solid ground. Excitement and relief mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tip of buildings in a clearing. Even if it's only a small town or plantation, all we need is a speech sound or radio to reach the mansion house and get assistance. But we'll have to crossbreed this river to get there. It's too deep for me to take the air 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 ‘ porthole yourself and I'll swimming ?"

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

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

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

He makes an effort to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Same thing 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 disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present position.

lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that inhuman and vacate place that is so conversant to me. I feel faint, with lightlessness 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 to a tree that I could reach out and adjoin it. Logan's nerve is distinctly commons. My abdomen doesn't sense too good either.

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

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

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

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

Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the palm of his hands and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to aid. After a few more short smattering, he shakes his headspring."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the pee's OK, you may thrust up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing water. The sun sink behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on the far face. 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 gain it the neat character of a day so far."

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

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

"And he vill be huffy than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

silence falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my stomach, but shows no substantial sign of coming up. I place one paw on my stomach, pressing gently. It feels knockout as a control panel. Not good at all. I crusade harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Through the haze of fever and pain, I feel something fast around my arm, followed by the small stab of a acerate leaf seeking a mineral vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A aesculapian adroitness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly athirst. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's nerve. No, just two unknown women, one of whom continues to explore for a nervure in my dehydrated body.

lacing dry lips, I try to utter."Agua, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. Right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her shout out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! Wake up. Your friend is wake up !"

I follow her with my eyes and observe 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 alive and well.

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of water to my mouth, helping me accommodate my head up enough to lease a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill inhabit. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at last gotten the IV line of descent set up and started something dripping into my nervure. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my pass begins to sense light and my sentience fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



AFTERMATH

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

Of path, I wait.

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

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

"And ya didn't even ask over me along ?"

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

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

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

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

"Ja."Seeing the glimmer in his eyes, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal retentive sex for a good long vhile. And zippo too rough even then."

He captures the flattened end of my tail, which is hovering in his vicinity, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many opening, 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 impress around in the novel air and temperateness again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a meter in silence. The green of the leave and bushes surrounding me seems smart than usual and the diversity of nature delight my eyes, after staring at the beige walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

"Ve are going to my front-runner daub down by the shore of the lake."

"Isn't that kind of far away for your first off walk ?"

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

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

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to charter his mind off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my deal 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 sunup. Besides, you vere gladiola enough to be ‘ ported avay from superior's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



"I'm bein'unplayful, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to apply you some time to recover first."

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

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

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

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

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

"Good. I just needed to reach sure 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 hold known before Victor told me."

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

"I believe you."I could 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 spoiled of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so a good deal that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the relief of my liveliness. Yet it was fearsome. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would delight it with a partner who is not so fragile as I am, so easily damaged if he loses ascendancy. With another sport who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I can never feed him that.

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess I wanted to obtain 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 guard off my future words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupefied and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

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

We both get a laugh out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The water glitter in the early on morning sun, as a light duck soup skip over the aerofoil. I drink in the sweep of low, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my someone would fade and die if I did not have such beauty to appear upon now and then. Yes, nature is brutal and unthinking, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are intend to watch. I stand as if empale, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be well-heeled. I just happen to possess a couple of granola stripe in my scoop, the chocolatey ones you like so much. Want one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle adjacent to him, leaning my principal on his berm as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nybble on it, wanting to constitute the mouthful last 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 tell you, beyond what I've said already."

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

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that clip I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do cipher but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my psyche. The next dayspring I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, nothing but the wilderness and your fearfulness for me, you vould not throw given up something that vas of great value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're weirdo, 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 gravel look on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to delivery and protect me. I am not incapacitated. I may not be so strong and bully as you are, but I can keep back my own."

"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just obtain your own. You rescued me. Do you remember I didn't bill that ?"

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

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

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

"Yeah. How could I blank out ?"He leans around to kiss me unvoiced and long. As usual, he ends up with blood on his mouthpiece from pressing too hard against my penetrative teeth. He rubs it absently away with the vertebral column of one mitt, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting actions to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my headway away."There, you see ? No man in his right hand mind vould put his member into my lip, not even Victor. You have never done Thomas More than occasionally sustain yours up to my backtalk vhen you are ready, so I can drink your cum."

I lick my back talk at the thought, recalling the feeling and the taste of him.

"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do to a greater extent, wouldn't ya ?"

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

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

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

I leave that hanging as I start to support up. He grabs my tail and twist 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 script is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a fiddling way along my tail until they are at the spot where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive patch and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible mark. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to agree to stay where I am. I know my withdrawn intimation and the glowing that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

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

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

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his ovolo is not so tumid around as his erect penis, but I can not speak with my rima oris full.

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

The mitt that was on my tail movement around to the front to attain down into my sweatpants and take in cargo hold of my cock. As my torso reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

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

I am tempted to nod my agreement, but that might well stimulate more bloodshed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His rim throw a little upward oddity as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the hobo camp, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his bash, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening rooster jutting out above the fabric. His thickheaded pubic pilus obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the feature odour of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not anticipate to be able to proceed my oral fissure unfold as wide as will be necessary for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar phallus, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the hiss and the insects sing their songs, and the rebuff lapping of the moving ridge on the shore prevent time. The breeze brings forth a whisper of leaves from the tree diagram overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new advantage degree, my fingers teasing his shaft of light with gentle trace, soon changing into a steady separatrix as they combine to hold him within a clenched fist. His coxa begin to be active in clock time with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his penis, swirling my glossa around the sensitive corona, then add my sassing, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this terrific function of a man's torso into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolder bass inside me ? And yet, how fragile a affair it is, to be able to make such joy.

In a quick split second of esthesis, I remember how it felt to ‘ porthole while taking superior's rooster along inside me. Yes, all too slight, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not roll in the hay he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no former choice.

Logan's organic structure is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum human body at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my rima oris to take him in, my lip pulled down as far as I can to hatch my poisonous teeth. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any damage, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his actor's line, and I try harder to pig his cock fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to conform to the calendar method of his driving force as well as I can. His bridge player touches the back of my headway, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and muttering,"So in effect, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is severe to take a breath around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer maintain my backtalk as panoptic clear. I feel him scrape one of my down teeth and taste rakehell, but it does not seem to rile Logan at all. He is very stopping point to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image flashes across my mind : kneeling at the altar railing as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my natural language, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this mean sacrilege - or just a different form of sanctity ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

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

His hands unfasten my rap, as I realize I have a heavy and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his manus on the sensitive chassis than I empty myself into the thenar of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his sass and sucks the cunning ball of semen into his mouth, then kisses me with the appreciation of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting matter to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

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

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

"I do not believe that vill ever turn my first choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"harm, huh ?"

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

"Just be glad ya never had to leave Victor a C job, darlin ’."

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

But already the prototype has flashed across my mind of master's deal tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of pain ring through my head.

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

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

"Here."He takes my 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 thick breath and unbend a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

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

"You called me a speechless Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

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




German translation HELL HATH NO Eumenides. ..

Lieber Gott ! dear God !

Bitte, Victor, nein ! Please, master, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

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

Scheisse ! dogshit !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. amnesty me.

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

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






German translation. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No Sir Thomas More ! arrest !

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

Filthy pig ! You should sour into a chandelier, so you can cling during the day and burn by Nox !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The dickens contract you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! filthy creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

matte !
Stop ! ( Nipponese Martial nontextual matter term which has been established in a previous narration that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be prepare !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Bufo marinus Spanish for water



German transformation backwash

mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my hoarded wealth )

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! dickhead !

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

Vas ? What ?



account ARC - In society

Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
hell on earth Hath No Fury