This is the fifth story of a much longer news report arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German row or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to construct the substance fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO fierceness. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

final stage thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual table at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another half dozen beers for Mount Logan. ( Yes, I had been anserine enough to take in him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will ascertain not to do that. )

In any subject, there was a subdued"poof"and the air was filled with a midst, choking cloud of some variety of gas. Before I could even grab Mount Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the edges and the floor was coming up to take on me fast.



infernal region HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes open. I am in a little room with vivid light source, stark white bulwark, no windowpane,
and only one door. I can see the book binding of a rather bulky man standing near one of the paries, looking at a computer screen. Above his forefront there are six large monitors, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to value my situation.

I am lying on my rachis on a firm but padded open. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally au naturel, with some sorting of simpleness around my wrists and ankles, which hold my hands down by my side and my legs straight but slightly spread apart. My tail is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the sagittate end. Worst of all, there is something mean and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those device that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to fire my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the twist does not encircle my stallion neck opening, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

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

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

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

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious muscles, shadow hair, dark eyes. He even has the Saame variety of exuberant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit little than Logan's. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to move back slightly at his temple. His font is more squared off, with heavier jowls. His nozzle is unbowed, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty mass. There is zilch but cruelty in his smile.

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to make that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this way like that without taking a big risk of exposure. 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 table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those shoe collar around your neck opening that are supposed to be able to prevent a mutant from using his office, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that virtually of them work some of the time, and some of them work virtually of the prison term, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a sport, I just have this aversion to the damn thing. I'd rather do it the old-fashioned way and figure out how to seize and take the picky variation, or sport, that I'm after. make for more than of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty grin again and his voice turns gruelling."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so hear carefully."

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

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

He raises one handwriting and distributor point a removed control condition device toward the blank monitor. All six screens come to life, showing me picture of Logan from dissimilar slant and at varying distances. He is standing rout and bare 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 restraint and metal bars. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and slashes and assorted other injury, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His oral sex sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

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

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

"Forget it, jimmy. We can't get wind you."

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

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would hold jemmy, since his claws can cut through tinker's damn near everything. However, even if he can strain them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in post. It would let been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and hands back flat against a bulwark, so that he couldn't use his chela to cut himself release, but I wanted him in a side that gave me access to his physical structure from all directions, not just the front. If you take a facial expression at the crossbar that runs between the metallic element chasteness that enclose his blazonry from above his elbow joint to the ends of his spread fingers, you'll poster that his hook, if he bothers to extend them, would tip slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the eye that runs up to the ceiling supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever point I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stick that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a patch, if I felt merciful. There's only a light Ernst Boris Chain connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the level, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to progress to far enough to kick me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be glad I decided against stringing you up that way, down in the mouth boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded mesa. Now pay attention, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

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

"Just like I know jimmy's abilities well enough to plan that scheme, 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 open distance in the field 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 building or its surroundings. And even if you did, jemmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very interchangeable building, far enough away so that it's out of visual image and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take meter, more time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a dud in each building, and I can blow up either or both of them from a control control board in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incitive bomb mounted beneath the floor right under your fellow and it's pretty brawny. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many opus of flaming body parts that you wouldn't know what to rescue even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your fiddling brother here. earn me too raging and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your face when I do."

Our captor party favour me with a gloating grin.

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

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

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

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

giving each of us a ass tone, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you effort to miss and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to learn the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to get Jimmy screech, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And suppose how much jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

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

From the look on Mount Logan's font, this man is telling the true statement. I close my eyes and try to keep my shock and smart hidden.

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

He takes hold of my low-down jaw and opens my mouth, turning my head from one side of meat to the other and surveying my dreadful mouthful of teeth. They are not my considerably feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the cover of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose tooth are being examined to be sure the brute is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets speculative when he uses his thumb to find along my top teeth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite sharp-worded, especially the I in the center. He presses his thumb down on the tip of the acute one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you guess ?"

"I think any man who would stick his shaft between those teeth is either very brave or very gooselike. I'm no Sir Noel Pierce Coward, but I'm no sap either. If zero else, your verbalize gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a short laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparability. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't aspect like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the semblance. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my piffling disconsolate pansy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my straits vehemently.

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

I do not even ennoble that with a reply.

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

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to prognosticate you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's Victor. Victor creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's Brother. Well, half-brother. Same father, unlike mother. I'm a lot like him in many direction. The same healing element, but not such farseeing claws."

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

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

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

"I assume you're familiar with dildos, nance boy. Probably very familiar. I find that this special one comes in rather utile for my purposes."He holds it up in front 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 deliver this special item inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Black glass, cool and smooth. Should feel real good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hand to run the sharp top of his claws teasingly along the product line of the scar on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my member, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attending or fears it.

"Nice cock, even if it is disconsolate and sort of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little finisher."What's this ? A fancy lilliputian scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

He narrows his oculus 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 make them come out so precise ? scar can heal in sloppy ways sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take care vith the cutting. Even mark from injuries do not make too much of a mess."

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

Much to my humiliation, I discover that the table is made so that my feet can be slid back and Forth River along the sides, restraints and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the so of my feet come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my genu bent up sharply and my infantry almost next to my rump. It occurs to me to wonder what else this tabular array can do.

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can carry without incurring any serious damage, in guild to get a practiced idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a piffling lubricant on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another venomous grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be thankful that I'm taking the time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be often fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the minor tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a loss for words, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A ache remark at this time could be something I would repent later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this stage, it feels good and I know he is correct about relaxing. All right wing, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to assess me in this way, it would be better to have him underrate what I can bear, rather than overestimate it.

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

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

He goes on to recount me how he tracked Logan to his camping ground, leaving him to his own gimmick for a time, but keeping tab on him from a aloofness. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his matter and hike up back to the good town, he waylaid him, convincing him to bide a little longer by offering to tell him about his past.

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

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

"out-of-doors your eyes, sprite boy,"he Holy Order me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the Price later on."

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

"Just as I figured. Your centre get brighter as I work your putz,"he concludes."Very interesting effect. 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 play with on an rough member. I'm going to continue this dildo right here for a while but strike it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will materialise. My penis will continue to go scarf out, trying vainly to agitate the headway free of my capture foreskin.

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

That is about the shoemaker's last thing I would like to get wind, for it would remain to arouse me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in painfulness as my putz stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually rupture my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

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

I do, and I do not particularly love the picture it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the bodily function he and"jemmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might decrease my arousal.

Finally, winner has mercy on me and lets go. One variety of pain Chicago, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a acute jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very furious jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another abrupt push. I am beginning to draw close my limit, as far as the width goes. In order to shit him mean I have already gotten there, I tighten my anatomical sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressing. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Please, victor, no -- no more than. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not see bare German language. Or he wants to make me think 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 bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the matter, little brother ? You look as if you'd like to state me something. require me to turn on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

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

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

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

I can not secernate him no, as my hard shaft would clearly express it to be a lie. master examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a gratify nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fay boy, I've got to remember not to be overly patrician or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that occurrent, since I don't do gruntle very well anyway. You can ask jemmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to digest next to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again straight 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 scars with the point of one nipper, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my mark than in the discussion."I would never possess been capable to give all this stuff, except that some very rich and very herculean sept hired me to require down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to vote down Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

"Vill these 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 knock-down folks and be safety. Or at to the lowest degree as safety as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positions his pincer around the areola, pricking just enough to draw rip."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your subdivision so that it's on a scant chain. That way, you can reach the water system bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those matter useable to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that honest about such matters, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be commodity, Victor."

The chela dick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fear it would drag those points through my flesh."If you're lying to me, wear in mind that jimmy will be the one to have for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to bring up being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

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

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

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can talk affair 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 jaw either or both of you whenever I feel like having a trivial More fun."

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

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottleful and then testing the length of mountain chain again. I can reach most of the way to my font and a piffling way down below my hips.

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

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

"Be 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 ask to know."

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You told him - ? !"

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

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to look at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the inside information immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your love, overpower my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

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

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

"I am not so sure there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false misery in my voice. If winner is listening, I want him to think I have taken all of what he said at cheek value and believe 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 implore that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan promise to rescue me. That will put Victor's focal point on him as a possible rescuer, rather than me. That could fare in Handy later.

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

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

"It has a nice strait 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 margin call me !"

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and read vantage of this respite to try to get some nap, since Victor could revert at any fourth dimension. The less ve lecture of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That final part is for superior's auricle, more than Logan's

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




By the prison term Victor returns, I am awake and give tried out the sanitary system. Not altogether not bad, but good than nothing.

The first off thing he does is readjust the cuff around my wrist into its office by my side. Then he faces Logan on the Monitor."I'll leave the sound recording on, jimmy, if you keep your oral cavity shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

winner turns his attending back to me.

"We're going to play nice this clip, my petty blue fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my lips. When I try to grow my head away, he grabs my Kuki-Chin. Then he covers my brim with his sass, his lingua pressing hard, seeking entry. He must suffer forgotten about my teeth. I opened my mouth slightly. When he tries to press his reward, I bite his spit. Not hard enough to do serious harm, but hard enough to absorb blood. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my second joint a stinging slap.

If anything, the painfulness of his seize with teeth clapper 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 dentition 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 wearisome smiling spreads 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 tears and embark on begging for clemency, at first off anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of total, what do you like, baby ? What do you reverence ? What do you absolutely detest ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the top of his chela rest against the base of my scrotum."It would make Thomas More sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my dentition, his grip tightens only enough to line line."I think you can suppose what would hap 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 little game vould be over almost before it began."

"Are you so sure as shooting of that ?"He digs his claw a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to pull up away, as that would just do to a greater extent damage.

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

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not surely I like that. Does Jimmy hire this sort of affair from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, heedful not to say anything.

"grievance one for the blue poof,"Victor says cheerfully."No Sir Thomas More scourge of prompt destruction. However,"-- his effective humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some quick bother. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a query. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is dread to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not chafe 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 mean I have felt so helpless before soul else since I was a minor, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear show. This man would screw exactly how to use it to wear me.

"Let's starting again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the crest of his claw lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his fingers. Scar tissue is less sensitive than ordinary frame, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my oculus to hide the luminescence I know will soon be visible. As he continues to put to work his way down my chest to my belly, I can not blot out the rigidification of my penis.

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."Open your optic, boy, and restrain them open. I want to be able to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

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

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his mitt, squeezing and releasing in a slow, stabilise calendar method of birth control, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar twitch get down bass inside me. No ! I try to press it, try to decompress whatever it is that causes this unbelievable pleasure. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his representative."Sure you do. You're nice and hard now. Keep it up, infant. cum for me. Show me how much you like what I'm doing. Show jemmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my peter and Lucille Ball. I will brush off it. I will not occur. I will unlax. I will think of how lots I hate his touch. I will condense on that, nothing else.

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

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

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

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

"So you use that 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 head violently, as if I have only now realized I have given something away to him.

The grinning 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 vilification 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 ‘ doodly-squat ’. I've heard it before."

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Saami tone of voice, but with my eyes focused on Logan's persona in the Monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

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

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

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Sir Thomas More intense. I just hap to have a nice appeal of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, faery boy : the basic touchstone smooth charge plate, medium size, uses 2 C electric battery, and useable in an attractive bright garden pink. Do you like it on the extraneous, or the inside ? No solution ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a abbreviated time interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of path, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid oscillation gets to the erotic heart ending like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my eubstance literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to take out it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that berth inside and finally satisfies the growing tickle, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for foreplay and gratification. I am gasping with the effort of simultaneously wanting to derive and struggling to prevent it.

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

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is groan in desperation. My thighs shake and my total eubstance tremble in the traction of my contradictory desires.

Then superior touches another smaller but more vivid vibrator to the tip of my dripping rooster. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's really nice. substantial courteous. You're getting to me, fairy boy. flavor. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own toilsome cock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

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

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My spinal column arches and my pelvic arch lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to capture the author of that tantalizing whizz.

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

He is properly. I will not be capable to lay off. I can feel it recondite inside, the air pressure mounting, the ecstatic moving ridge of pleasure cresting and fix to give away. In a endure heroic effort to foreclose ejaculating, I tense every brawniness in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A boisterous expiation envelops me, pulsing, throbbing wave of golden joy turning my body into nirvana. I come - and yet I do not. There is no notion of the playground slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasm that continue on within my soundbox, while everything is locked and held down difficult 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 show me imitation, I pretend nix has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the volume of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not have a go at it such a thing was possible !

Apparently, master does not sleep with it either, judging by his next remark.

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

I gather my dissipate wits and reply casually,"Now, Victor, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't change state me on."

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

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

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not voice at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a shrewd relish in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my header turning with the puff, to minimize the harm. Even so, my lip splits against the breaker point of my teeth.

master tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of frustration, then leans over me and mat,"Keep that up, pansy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of affair 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 rake with his finger, then licking them.

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

As Victor stomps out of the way, I start counting the seconds between the prison term he leaves here and the time he appears in the former room 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 Victor's stride is roughly a time long, that would make it around 12 m. cypher guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily exact. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no alternative but to keep an eye on Victor rape Logan, using none of the care and discreetness that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can suffer Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as winner savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.

Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to accomplish orgasm as a result of superior's action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing victor's facial expression and I am afraid. I want to tell Mount Logan to give in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a thoughtfulness in Logan's instance. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must turn up that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when hold up we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires winner's attentions.

And so I watch in secrecy. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has Thomas More control condition over his sexual answer than I do. Either way, for all Victor's striving, he can not stool Mount Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climaxes of his own.

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

"You don't want to return me your delight,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Mount Logan,"so I'm going to pretend you give me your pain in the ass instead."

One clawed paw grasp down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base just as he did mine. I can see from the spirit on Logan's fount that he too knows what will make out next.

"I'm going to do this existent slow."One of the monitors shows a close-fitting up of Logan's lower body. I can not snap my eyes away from it as Victor's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, piffling brother. I want to find out it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to take heed it also."

There is victory in winner's heart as he turns to take care at me. His mitt closes tighter. Mount Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's fingers draw downward, the tart claws cutting through bleeding material body slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the nut are forced against it.

"occlusive being the firm silent type, niggling buddy. Unless you want to watch me do this to your piece of ass sidekick once I'm finished with you."

The chela finally dig in to the egg as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The distend shape at the merchant ship gives way, leaving master holding Logan's skewered balls in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the committed ligaments and ducts out of the blooming opening.

"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your demon buff ?"

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

I start on my common litany of swearing in High German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonized aid, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the unsporting name calling I am calling Victor.

His cover screams pierce my nitty-gritty but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own hope alive. You know full well he will survive this.

holding Logan's skewered balls up to the tv camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile feat to insult him. As I watch the blood line spurt down from Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the go gag will be mine, no matter what the cost.


master returns to my way. I have been too distracted to count the elapsed clock time, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the appearance, child ?"he asks as he loosens the control on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so ferocious 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 traveling bag on his forearm with my fingernails and deplume out a ball of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the rage burning in my heart reflected in my radiate heart. His hand move toward my face. My eye close reflexively and the tip of a astute pincer touches each eyelid.

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

The pincer withdraw and I can breathe again.

He takes the outside control from his pocket."There. I've shut off the audio both way of life. You can lie here and follow while jimmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."

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

He is correctly. I would almost let preferred a physical penalization to this. I want so much to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how degraded he is healing and I will bed when he is whole again. It is nothing curtly of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a part. However, it does take prison term and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at close he looks at me with something early than pain in his expression. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in enquiry as I make the ovolo up signaling with my hired hand. He can not reply in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their simplicity, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A sport SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slackness out of my left paw restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well lastly time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sad you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to commit me what I want. This sentence, you're not going to let a choice."

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

"Now, how do I desire 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 make himself heard."He sets the control."Do we require to be able to look out his reactions ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go calamitous.

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

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you mean ?"

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

It does not see particularly telling. Just a sorting of a handle with a clear glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the shabu lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very small-scale version of those plasm globes in science museums, where the Muriel Spark follow your fingerbreadth around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right tit, and I expect him to reach me with it. Instead, as it gets close, modest flicker jump between the baton and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in arousal, and my mammilla grow taut.

victor turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter arc jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharply snap of electrical energy. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to do genuine pain.

He moves the globe to my left side, giving it the Saami discourse. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more come alive by the unusual intuitive feeling that are almost pleasure but also almost botheration. No ! I do not want this to chance !

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

As he approaches my breakwater, my soundbox arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the metal band around my neck opening will allow. My teeth hold as I try to stifle a groan in anticipation of how it will find when it reaches my member. Instead, the flicker move to one face, running down the inside of one second joint, then back down the former. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my depleted abdomen, following the blueprint of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to remember to a greater extent clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the lastly session, I am certainly not about to pay in easily this time. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claw piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screaming.

With this icon held firmly in my mind, my penis hesitation. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the light still dancing across my trunk just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to play the same secret plan we played shoemaker's last time, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The Dame Muriel Spark dance rapidly up the length of my tool, then centre on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the raw area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the sight of his balls clutched in Victor's handwriting. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groyne, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this bechance !

master finally gives up. But why does his voice auditory sensation so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, fairy boy. I could turn this up often higher, 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 way for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small cart with some sort of mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the facial expression of this. It is a metal box with several meters and classify substitution and buttons on the front.

"deprivation to call for a guess, baby ?"When I can not add up up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a wind : this is a medical exam device that's used to get semen from a man who can not blunder, for one reason or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

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

He sets the investigation down on the cart.

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

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

I do not thank him. My idea has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting seed from prize copper. It did not appear all that bad, but the strapper usually bellowed pretty loudly when the electric current was turned on.

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

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

"neediness 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 drops open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty often undestroyable, remember ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The common function is to go to the uttermost setting right from the offset, keeping it on for a duet of seconds. Then repeat that until the want answer are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too nimble for me, so I'll first at the humbled scene and mould my way up. That should render you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safety on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not lowest. I am proven right after only a few addition in power. There appears to be a pointedness where the feeling of tingling excitement and modest tensing of the muscles changes 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 gimmick meant to be used on humans would stop shortstop of that. Each time now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the muscle spasm become more vivid, until it feels as if my inside are trying to grow themselves inside out. My entire depress body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me real hot. retain it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

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

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

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

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

"check ! Yyaahhh !"

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

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

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

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

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

"That didn't have to materialize, you know. If you had been more cooperative finish meter, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."

I look obelisk at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself release of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his fount, but that would set off the dud and get Mount Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb calorimeter in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to stamp out someone with that same healing divisor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's way when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to acquire the fortune that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough mentation. I should be responding with more whammy, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish bane I once heard and turn it into German as best I can remember it.

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

No one can criminate me of not having a sense of humor, even under these circumstances. I called him a filthy pig and said he should move around into a pendant, so he could flow by day and suntan by night.

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded nasty. Guess you're pretty raging at me."The handwriting on my abdomen changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive pressure points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His early hand reaches into his own gasp and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, child, louder ! Oh dickhead, yeah !"

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

"That was genuine nice."His sass quirk ironically."Next you get to ascertain me pass water Jimmy come. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the place setting on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's face and find out his remonstrate external respiration.

"Maybe jimmy'll have enough sense to render me what I want the right way away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Mount Logan's image."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more conjunct ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only reply.

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

Returning the table to its usual situation, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to pucker everything together on his small pushcart.



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

So once again, I can do goose egg but watch and listen as Victor uses the Brobdingnagian investigation on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a Irish bull, running it up a little at a time, as his physical structure convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of course, he is made to blurt out several times, just as I had been. I do not fuck if the current was sufficiency to kibosh his kernel, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his fountainhead drooping on his pectus. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitors go pitch-black and the speaker falls silent.


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

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

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

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

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

"Most of it is mine, you know."

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

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

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

Since he left my script fastened only by the string, I reach down for the bottle of water supply and take a sip, as I wonder if winner is even now offering Logan a newspaper publisher cup. I am singular as to how he will respond, but the monitor and speakers have not been turned on, so I must moderate my peculiarity for the time being.

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


Finally, the reminder and speakers come back on. I can see Mount Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple haemorrhage slash down the insides of both thighs. 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 have sex he is essentially in one part. I wait and watch the slash stop bleeding and begin to heal.

"Did he offer you a theme cup, Elf ?"Logan asks eventually.

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a great deal of joy, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouth then spew it into his face, because nearly 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 get said that. I do not want winner to even think that Mount Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been capable to block off him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in clip, I remember that I must not call off him Schatz, since I do not want superior to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan's attention during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No issue that your bones are wide 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 trump there is at everything, you know."

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not dependable !"

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

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

"Nein."

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

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

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

I raise an brow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many man, and those part were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his independent distributor point."hope me, Elf. I need to know that you'll economize yourself, if at all possible."

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

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

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

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

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

Victor's articulation comes over the speakers."All right, enough of that, you two Melopsittacus undulatus. Next thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal lovemaking and devotion to each former. Enough, already !"

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

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

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my parcel of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will intrust that it is worthy of the God I choose to get laid and revere, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not quetch.

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

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the second gear until he appears in Mount Logan's way, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate construction, but not at any bang-up distance. It has seemed all along to be prodigal overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I can not try out it to be impossible from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the terror of a bomb that could obliterate Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill winner also.

I can take a crap a rough guess as to how wide the wall of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extremum of placing large objects outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the surface area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not cognize what is directly exterior of this building, or if the outdoor door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a farsighted time before master returns. As usual, he wastes no metre fastening my articulatio radiocarpea back down.

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

Victor starts teasing me with the distributor point of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then side by side to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not spite, since he is using very little force per unit area. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not bonk the repugnance those atrocious claw 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 floor of my tail, where the lightest touch sends quiver of desire up my backbone. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, baby ?"Victor asks, his spokesperson sarcastically mellisonant."Did I hit a attender pip ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too frighten to laugh."

So he laughs. commodity. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that part of my physical structure 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 bum. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my tail assembly, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to match my hindquarters, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my body. After all, my prat can concur my weight and do fortune of early fairly straining things, so how sensitive could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable. It is so wanton 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's breadth against his nose."Same way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced good sense of smell also."

I was afraid he would say that. The best I can do is try to explain away my care as something else, if I want to throw him off the track. Whether it is physical 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 get to around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants. My hip are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to lead some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a piddling experiment here, fairy boy. I just bump to have this prissy leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll enjoy things Sir Thomas More if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of apprehension 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 assume it is bad than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to pee-pee you think so. However, knowing this does not make me sense a hale lot better about it.

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

"How would you like another fondness scratch, baby ? I could use this scalpel to hold one right here."

I seriously dubiety he has a scalpel, but it is unimaginable to distinguish just from what I felt. Another lite putz, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

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

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

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

"Since your empennage is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker piece, where there's to a greater extent meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a respectable lieu ?"

Now he is right up near where my tail begins. It truly is more medium there and the garget he gives me this sentence hurts.

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

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

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

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

"Hold veridical still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a skillful unbent line, don't we ?"

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

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

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

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

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a unit selection of them. several lengths and various gauges. You do bang that the higher the number, the narrow the diameter of the needle, right ? And frailty versa ?"

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

"I've been using a 14 gauge, but I think we'll Menachem Begin with something smaller, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up in high spirits as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the phantasy needles that have palm on them."

"ornament ?"This concept is new to me.

"Yep. They've got matter like - no, I won't William Tell you. It will be a surprisal 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 assembling of small alloy objective, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 bore needle, baby, the smallest size I have."His finger's breadth move to the very end of my poor tail, where it comes to a fairly acute peak."Hold still now. There's not a lot of at large skin for me to work with."

A small prick, magnified by a scar against the underlying bone, then another prick as the pointedness of the needle comes out again. It does not spite very very much, but it is not comfortable either.

His fingers move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the replicate prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will face real sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly nada to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my prat, informing me each meter when the diameter of the needle gets gravid. By the time he is close to the shoes where my backside meets my consistence, we are up to the 18 gauge ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other phonograph needle that are still in place.

"Last one for your tail, fairy boy. This is a 14."

well, at to the lowest degree he is almost done.

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

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

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

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

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"shout me whatever you like, baby, but your asshole is hard."

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

"Lapp affair below the scar. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

I do not open up my mouth, but I can not go along back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't headache, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to come."I'm very undecomposed at knowing exactly when erotic nuisance turns into real hurting, so don't bother to try to deceive me. I've learned to label that bound very closely, because I can smell the conflict. With you, I intend to stay on pretty close to that sharpness, although I may cut through it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and look down at winner's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the needles. Two sheeny red Black Maria grace the top and the hindquarters of the scar, while a short string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar matter : the image of a diminutive cat, respective kinds of flowers, a sword lily, a few small feather, a rainbow, a butterfly stroke. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feathering !

I am well and truly get !

"Well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

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

Victor's heart adopt mine."What do you think, jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an esthetic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

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

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

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

Why do I mean it is not going to be that slowly for me ?

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

"No ! Victor, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a fingerbreadth slowly up my tail, flicking each lilliputian decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to remark the sunburn he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

get hold of a abstruse breathing place, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life sentence. Let it go. punter yet, toss it into that basement in your theatre of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

Victor has reached that medium spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the stallion area in a handbill motility, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasance and pain in the ass throughout my entire mole. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my oral sex, lips still clenched tightly.

His manus teddy to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his finger's breadth. Another mixture of annoyance and pleasance, as my penis hardens more, increasing the force per unit area on the phonograph needle. As he continues to do this, I can sense the twitch of heightened desire begin to make itself felt mystifying inside me. No ! Not now !

master evidently decides that this would be a good time to get a conversation, as he asks,"Energy Department Jimmy ever let you fuck him, fagot boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

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

"It is my taste 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 aspect designed to incense him over my gloating look. I simply can not resist goading him like this.

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

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

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

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the basis, holding me in place."hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a hard sentence, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this skillful smooth dildo. I know an interesting trivial variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one deal into a fist and holds it up in front 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 slip I did not get the picture, he elaborates.

"Your riot of disco biscuit would very quickly plow 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 persona."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll switch the audio recording back on, if you promise to be polite."

"Victor, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

He grinds it against me, beginning to diffuse me open."Now, I'll ask you that question again. What did jemmy 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 slacken and accept what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the bottom plug in the rest of the way, I feel something displume inside me and can not crush my scream. His grin becomes a wide smile.

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

Victor ignores us both.

"hold that spark plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and yield to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my legs. The strap between my legs is all-encompassing, but has an curtain raising in the middle to allow my member and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide section behind that be pulled tight between my prat and against the al-Qaeda of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

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

Still angry, he storms out the threshold, without releasing my left mitt as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain in the ass, I focus on counting the seconds but get no promote than three when Victor appears in the early way. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered often distance in such a short clip. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the pillow slip, there may well be bombs in both rooms that victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensor in my restraints that would observe my sudden absence in order that some other sort of LE lethal booby trap would be sprung.

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

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

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

His smile is to a greater extent than usually barbarous as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my affection cringes within my breast. But I can do nil about it, other than scout and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At dissimilar slant and on each Monitor, I see his arm push 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 intestines twisted between his finger then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his torment. I force my eyes to rest spread, watching as Victor continues to eviscerate my lover.

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must count totally distraught, tears flowing down my cheek and sobbing racking my soundbox. His lip form my public figure, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Mount Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would deliver left any early man, with the potential exception of Victor, dead. He still appears faint and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his consistency is intact again and I can reasonably await that his ravaged abdominal organs are in the appendage of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the original wound. I suppose that makes horse sense. Even for an average someone, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be worse under some circumstances, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer time span.

For just a moment, I experience a piercing stab of enviousness for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing infliction inside me. I have no thought of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection solidifying in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad teardrop in my anal sphincter, but I do not guess so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not fight out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the difficult pressure and stretching it is forcing on my rectum and probably the down in the mouth contribution of my sigmoid Costa Rican colon as well. Usually I can relax and set aside myself to spread and debase, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hired hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every metre my ill-treat gut contracts hard against the abuse it is having to put up. 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 sword lily he has recovered enough to be capable to address to me.

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

I can think of nil he can do that would amend matter in the slightest. But I nod.

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

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

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

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

"Let him. I don't give a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to love someone. Now layover interruptin'me and conclude your eyes. Concentrate on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally out of true. sham I've got a turncock as big around as my pep pill arm and just as long. Don't joke, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm huge and operose and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you broad than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deep and mysterious into your body. I'm fucking you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will anguish. Imagine you can hear 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 grant you pleasure, not painful sensation. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in edict to stay sane.

"I can see the saying on your human face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't distinguish me to blockade. You only struggle to take on it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your peter is barely hard. a good deal as I want to break you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain, and that split me up inside, but I can't stop.

"It feels so marvelous, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to bask it also. One of my men moves up to your chest, my fingers spread widely to touch and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my early hired man around your shaft, pulling gently, rubbing my pollex over your exposed puss. You gasp as your body responds. I can finger your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. 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 attack, pulling me in deeper. I can hold up out no longer. With a few more cam stroke, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my breast as I struggle to catch my breath."

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

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our lavatory to start the hot urine running in the tub. I come back and airlift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your look and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to allay the tightness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a little, but I can still sense that aching rigorousness inside you.

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

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your ears and your closed eyelid. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your member and on top of that mark that stretches from one incline to the early. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to defecate it break off. I long to cure you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ones you love. All I can do is accommodate you close and promise that I may never take to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your trunk loose a bit at a sentence. Your head lolls against my pectus. And I lie beside you through the dateless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the following clip that winner comes in to rouse me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the steady ache deep inside me, on top of my former hoard hurts. I feel as if I have a febrility and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even pass on for the water supply bottle, since winner did not absolve my script at all finis meter. 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 out-and-out queasy just at the intellection of food for thought. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most belike ground, as I have already surmised, is a rip in my sigmoid Costa Rican colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal muscle cavity and causing infection. My clock time is clearly running out. I can not afford to playact games with Victor much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.

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

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh honey ! Did I block to free your script hold out sentence ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the water bottleful."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in mind, but we'll start there."

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

"Aw, looks as if I spilled almost of it."He tosses the empty bottleful 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 piddle, hmm ? I'm sure you'd favor his -"He jerks a pollex toward the monitoring device, which show Mount Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a disgusted aspect and throw off my head.

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

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

"Come on, Victor, is that the best you can guess of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the respite of it ? If so, you greatly lowball me. Let's period playing children's biz and get down to the real thing. screwing me ! Shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can pain me with it. Let's get this over with, right now."

"My, my. The small fairy boy is queasy for it, is he ? He wants to sense my big dick inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But foremost I want to experience a slight fun."

He rests his hand low down on my abdomen. I suck in my breathing time and grimace.

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His digit trace across my belly, probing to find the area that hurts most. When he reaches a billet low down and just a bit to the left wing of core, I gasp.

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

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

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

I scream and say it again.

"But I'm supposed to be trying to call down 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 hand mammilla and suction. At first, it feels dainty. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this sure enough brief respite. I feel a deal compass for my other nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my organic structure did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the little sum of money of water that I managed to salute is not sitting well in my tum, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

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

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that reasonably dispirited dick is getting harder and turning a squeamish purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive post just below my buttocks that he burned during our conclusion session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

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

"Hell, faery boy, by the time you feel my putz 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 sure you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm roll in the hay 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 follow vith Jimmy inside me ? Or me inside jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an outrageous little slovenly woman, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

"Yeah, I imagine you have, at that."He actually chuckles before he continues."I'm just having so very much fun with you these days. Maybe I'll preserve you alive a little thirster. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a picayune encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How lots is your animation Charles Frederick Worth to you ?"

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

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

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

"What's the thing ? Run out of High German oath ?"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 optic slide upwards to one of the monitor lizard, watching for Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not understand why. Now I think I know.

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

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

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

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

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

"Shut up, poove 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 diddlysquat ! I'm warning you -"

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

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

"Nein. You vill not defy. The retentive 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 stay with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

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

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

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

He places his hand flatbed on my abdomen."You'd better occlusion now while you're ahead. Unless you want jimmy to try you scream some more."

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

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill piss jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck person else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eye at him, giving him an chesty blaze."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so attend up on jemmy that you are not up to of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

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

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

I do not subscribe to my middle off of my tormentor."Oh yes, I know exactly vhat I am doing. I am telling this Schweinhund the truth."Again I spit a few of my prize German name into his face.

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

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any advance, I add one more furious ‘ condemnation ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

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

"Makes it well-fixed for me to get in existent deep, from this angle."He steps between my knee, holding up his cock for me to see."If you're in such a hurry for this, pouf boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may want to think, no penis is a weapon of pot destruction. However, almost any member can become a arm 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 centre and try to clear my mind in order to focus on the floating cloud meditation that helped so a good deal when Mount Logan fisted me. But master will not leave me this escape valve.

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

I shake my principal.

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

I surrender to that demand.

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

As he did with the butt 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 break off struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a mortal can pretend to give tongue to both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new unity from winner Creed.

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

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

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

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

The moment I feel his chunk slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the replete intent of taking it along and leaving the repose of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the shut down room access would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any mo. I hold my breather and pray. The solely affair I hear is a flaccid"poof ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to get us ! I continue to hold my breath.

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

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

I must chance Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a track of ancestry behind me. There is only so a great deal prison term left before I have to emit, or before I collapse from loss of origin, for I know some of that blood is mine.

The threshold on the early position of the Hall is ajar, revealing obvious living quarter but no windows. The door at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And see myself right succeeding to Logan ! His eyes flare wide with surprisal and Hope, as I wrap my coat of arms around him.

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

There is an open field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all counsel appears to be blockheaded jungle. All right wing, 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 initiative under one of the bombastic Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us respective more multiplication. Each time, I grow sapless, sicker, and more eat up.

Finally I have to intercept. My stifle go light. Logan wraps an arm around my waistline to support me as I collapse to the ground.

"Kurt, are you OK ? There's origin 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 trusted I could do such a affair, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must help -"

This metre he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and relegate off a curtly piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any Sir Thomas More damage 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 advance with his fingerbreadth in parliamentary law to get a hold on the ragged and shoot pulp of superior's member inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not propel. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain in the neck and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the live few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

"dirt !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya afford again. I just hope there's no high-risk hurt late inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can find something to intercept the bleeding."

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

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a fistful of spider web. That should help. upright 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 bottom and pack the piano, sticky content against and partly into my anus."hope me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No worries on that account statement, Elf."

"Victor - he vill get it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few time of day and it will hurt a lot, but he will. Don't lose any nap over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

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

I nod a little and smile through clenched tooth.

He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before Victor recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which direction did we descend from ? I lost track after the offset 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 direction. Put your arms around my neck, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a sharp spasm rip through my gut. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.

After that I have no consistent memory board of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious mind much of the time, with fade installment of half-consciousness fuse in.

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

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

His row penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless branch. At first I try to ignore the upset. I am so comfy here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of nullity. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A piercing spasm of pain component the drape of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes out-of-doors and my creative thinker back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. blear and confused, I realize we are on the coin bank of a wide stretch of water.

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

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

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

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

He is covered with baseball swing and welts from insect bites, in varying microscope stage of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to name shaking with common cold, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant style. But it will not avail to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his brand, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest branch, then is quickly lost to spy in the thick leafage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that winner is tracking us even now, not to bring up 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 tenacious before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree trunk in his rushing to reach the ground. upheaval 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 pinnacle of edifice in a glade. Even if it's only a Village or Plantation, all we need is a sound or radio receiver to reach the Mansion and get help. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too deep for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the military capability to ‘ interface us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

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

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

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

He makes an drive to smile, adding a sardonic razz."Same matter I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no fourth dimension to disagree. Wrapping my implements of war tighter around his neck, I take us away from our face position.

dizziness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that dusty and empty place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness culmination in on my sight. I fight against it. I must be witting if I hope to get us back to our own world !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far English of the river, so perilously end to a tree that I could reach out and touch it. Logan's grimace is distinctly greens. My stomach doesn't feel too good either.

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

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

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

"Dehydration may be a slap-up danger to me than the water, right now. I vill read the chance, if you vill aid me."I try to rise up, but can get no boost than propping myself up on one elbow before my headway starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as often water supply as he can support in the palm of his paw and holds it to my rim. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to aid. After a few Sir Thomas More poor fistful, he shakes his head."No to a greater extent right now, darlin ’. Even if the body of water's OK, you may fuddle up. apply it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

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

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

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

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

"Yes. If he can happen our perfume to get down with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

quiet falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my belly, but shows no real signaling of coming up. I place one manus on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a control panel. Not good at all. I get-up-and-go 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 decision. If you've decided that you're not in very good soma, you're the right way. I can blame up that much from your scent,"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 piss and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small tike. Now, at net, I can end fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of obliviousness holds me in its implements of war and I know nothing more.



When I begin to total to again, I have not even the durability to open up my heart at first off. I can evidence I am lying on a surd padded surface. Please God, we are not back in victor's hands ! !

Voices echo through my head, a extraneous 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 make out many of the Christian Bible.

Through the haze of febrility and pain sensation, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the low stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A health check facility. We have made it ! Bob Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly athirst. I open my optic, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to look for for a venous blood vessel in my dehydrated body.

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

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

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

The adult female returns quickly and holds a spyglass of water to my lips, helping me hold my head up enough to take in a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill live. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The adult female has at go gotten the IV logical argument set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my head begins to feel Light and my consciousness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



aftermath

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the woodwind when I hear running footsteps behind me. Alarmed, I start to ferment but then Logan's part calls out,"Kurt ! waiting 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 surgical operation and the transmission is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some light exercise vould be serious for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He captures the planate end of my tail, which is hovering in his neighbourhood, and kisses the undersurface."That still leaves us many possibleness, 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 move around in the sassy air and sun again."

"No job. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in muteness. The green of the leaves and bushes surrounding me seems shining than usual and the salmagundi of nature delights my eye, after staring at the beige walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

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

"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 short dark-green around the gulls."

"You know I hate to be teleported, Elf. And that's supposed to be ‘ lamella ’, not ‘ soft touch ’."

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to subscribe his psyche off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my mitt in his and get out him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the trees. It is beautiful too soon in the cockcrow. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



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

"Vell, I am now recovered. Vhat is it you vould like to roll in the hay ?"

"Are ya mad at me for screwin'around with master 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 undecided relationship, haven't we ?"

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

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

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

"I was still trying to absorb 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 clock 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 worst 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 rest of my living. Yet it was awesome. Brutal and criminal and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

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

I take a breathing place, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, cognisant that I may not wish the answer."How a lot vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, ya got that one right wing !"

"Ja. But at to the lowest degree I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the low place,"I remind him.

We both get a laugh out of that.

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

We hurry the eternal rest of the way through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The water coruscation in the former forenoon sun, as a visible radiation child's play skips over the surface. I drink in the area of blue, fringed with park vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such dish to face upon now and then. Yes, nature is vicious and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are meant to watch. I stand as if hypnotized, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just go on to have a couple of granola bars in my air pocket, the chocolatey ones you like so much. need one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle next to him, leaning my mind on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and pick on it, wanting to hold the appreciation final stage as long as possible. Mount Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense up as we sit together, staring across the lake.

"Uh - Elf ? There was to a greater extent I wanted to tell you, beyond what I've said already."

I wince, not sure if there is any more he can say that I truly want to know. But I am the one who places so a great deal importance on honesty and nakedness, so I can not turn down."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that sentence I thought about you sleeping in my weapon system just before I left, and how practically I missed you ? What I didn't William Tell you was that it happened while I was lying following to superior, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nix but lie there waiting to cure. That's when I made up my mind. The following forenoon I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

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

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

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

"You're looney, darlin ’."

"I do not guess so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly puzzled feel on me."I do not vant you to feel that you must alvays be the one to saving and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so strong and problematical as you are, but I can take hold my own."

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

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

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

"I am not one of your preceding lovers. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, call up ?"

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

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

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting activity to words, I give him an exaggerated grinning, then turn my oral sex away."There, you see ? No man in his rightfulness psyche vould put his phallus into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done Sir Thomas More than occasionally hold yours up to my lips vhen you are set, so I can salute your cum."

I lick my rim at the view, recalling the feel and the taste of him.

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

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

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

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

I leave that suspension as I start to stand 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 helping hand is still around my poop. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive speckle and massages it gently. The tan that superior inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply live with the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to agree to continue where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the glow that is starting to sate 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 mouth still stretched open. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexile as virtually of the sleep of my joints.

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hand that was on my stern movement around to the strawman to reach down into my sweat pants and take hold of my cock. As my consistency reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop over it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to fall out. You've got ta pay to a greater extent aid to what you're doing and lupus erythematosus to what I'm doing, that's all."

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

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

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

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

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

He is now rubbing his calloused laurel wreath over the tip of my pap. I refuse to be distracted from my job, even though my motherfucker is getting hard and my fanny is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

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

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his stifle slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his blue jean and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening rooster jutting out above the fabric. His heavyset pubic hairsbreadth obscures the home, but his foreskin has already begun to pull back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the feature aroma of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to keep my back talk open as wide as will be necessary for a long clip.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birdie and the insect sing their strain, and the tenuous overlapping of the waves on the shore keep time. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leave of absence from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new advantage point, my fingerbreadth teasing his diaphysis with gentle touches, soon changing into a steady virgule as they combine to hold him within a fist. His hips begin to prompt in time with my rhythm and he groans.

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

In a warm newsflash of superstar, I remember how it felt to ‘ porthole while taking Victor's turncock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not sleep together he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Mount Logan's body is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum signifier at his twat and bat it off, just as I open my rima oris to involve him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-to-do for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any price, but only give him pleasure.

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

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

A thrill runs through me at his actor's line, and I try heavily to devour his rooster fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to pursue the rhythm of his jab as well as I can. His deal touches the back of my head, but he does not try to push me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmur,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is intemperately to breathe around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouth as wide open. I feel him scrape one of my lower teeth and gustatory perception blood, but it does not look to inconvenience Logan at all. He is very stuffy to coming now. Soon he will -

With a guttural growl, he pushes forward strong and holds there for an instant, his torso trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more scant thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous image photoflash across my mind : kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this cerebration desecration - or just a unlike sort of holiness ? At one and the same time, I beg my God for pardon and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

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

His hands unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a punishing and aching hard-on. Barely do I feel the warm air on my freed shaft, followed by the touch of his script on the raw flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his bridge player to his backtalk and sucks the slick magazine glob of cum into his mouthpiece, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our lingua intertwine. I have always thought that to be a distasteful affair to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a inscrutable communion between us.

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

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

"I do not suppose that vill ever go my initiative choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

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

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

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

But already the image has flashed across my judgment of winner's hand tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his shrieking of pain rings through my head.

"grasp 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 of drawers, his arm clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

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

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya think I didn't learn almost of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will hold to being a bit confused about the onion plant and the chandelier though."

Now it is my act to laugh. As our laugh dies away, I prop myself up on my articulatio cubiti and see down into his face.

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

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





German translation HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! Dear God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like snake pit !

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

Scheisse ! tinker's dam !

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

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You foul wight ! You piece of manure !

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






GERMAN interlingual rendition. .. LIKE A variation SCORNED

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

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

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

Filthy pig ! You should change by reversal into a pendent, so you can pay heed during the day and suntan by night !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The Devil pick out you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy fauna !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
occlusion ! ( Japanese martial arts condition which has been established in a previous tale that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be set !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish for pee



GERMAN TRANSLATION AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's unseasonable ?

Scheisse ! SOB !

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

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



write up ARC - In Order

good morning idolatry
Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With nada on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
hell Hath No Fury