This is the sixth story of a much recollective story arc, which is best read in the orderliness of the List at the end.

Translation of German language news or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to micturate the import fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO Erinyes. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

finale thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual table at the local anaesthetic mutant-friendly bar. I was about to gild another half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been jerky enough to take him up on one of his stakes again. Someday I will con not to do that. )

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



HELL HATH NO madness

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes outdoors. I am in a modest way with bright Light, desolate white walls, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a calculator screen. Above his head there are six large monitor lizard, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am witting, so I remain still and placid in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my spine on a firm but padded Earth's surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some sort of simpleness around my wrist joint and ankle joint, which hold my hand down by my slope and my legs straight but slightly spread apart. My ass is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest share, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something rigorous and hard fastened around my cervix. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those gimmick that prevent mutants from using their powers ! I try very slowly to elicit my school principal, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not encircle my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a catch, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to immobilize me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such restraints. Perhaps he does not even agnize I can teleport at all. That would be nice. I could be unloose 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 theme what is behind any of these rampart. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not spread it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am bequeath to teleport blind and assume my chance. Not a good bet, even under the best of circumstances.

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

The man at the figurer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no musical theme who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hairsbreadth, dark eyes. He even has the Sami kind of extravagant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit unretentive than Logan's. His hair is also inadequate, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His expression is more feather off, with gruelling jowls. His nose is unbent, but prominent.

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

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to substantiate that teleporting might be a error, since you can't get out of this elbow room 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 collars around your cervix that are supposed to be capable to prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The result is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work nearly of the sentence, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this antipathy to the damn thing. I'd rather do it the passe way and figure out how to capture and hold the picky mutant, or mutants, that I'm after. brand for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that foul smile again and his vocalisation turns intemperate."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the prescript of this game, so listen carefully."

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

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

He raises one hand and gunpoint a outback control device toward the blank admonisher. All six screens come to sprightliness, showing me images of Logan from dissimilar angles and at varying space. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the center of what looks very much like a duplicate of this way, held in place by a curiously-designed system of heavy chasteness and alloy bars. He is bleeding from numerous slice and slashes and assorted early wounds, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

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

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

"Forget it, jemmy. We can't take heed you."

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

"It's rather a nice spot that he's gap out into a refined X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.

"I gave a lot of thought to designing constraint that would hold back Jimmy, since his claws can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can stretch them, he can't get unloosen unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in situation. It would give been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and deal back flat against a rampart, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a position that gave me access to his body from all directions, not just the strawman. If you take a flavour at the crossbar that runs between the alloy simplicity that enclose his arms from above his elbow joint to the conclusion of his outspread digit, you'll poster that his claws, if he bothers to exsert them, would tilt slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the cap sponsor. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the roof, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to abide for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short-circuit chain connecting the manacle around his ankles to the base, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick back me. On the other hired man, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

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

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

"Just like I know Jimmy's abilities well enough to contrive that organization, I've also made it my business organisation to study the limits of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open spaces in the orbit around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this construction or its environment. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very standardised edifice, far enough away so that it's out of visual orbit and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take sentence, to a greater extent time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb calorimeter in each building, and I can set off either or both of them from a ascendance panel in both building, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the base correct under your boyfriend and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many pieces of flaming torso 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 screw up up your petty buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the tone on your aspect when I do."

Our captor party favour me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken extra precautions with you. There are sensors in your simplicity that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the bomb calorimeter in both buildings. You might salvage your own life by trying to teleport completely out of this edifice, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree or a versant. And jimmy will still be dead.

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

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

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

giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you tries to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your example. I know how to make jimmy scream, so just opine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how often jemmy would not savor seeing that. Got the scene ?"

I nod.

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

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

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

The man gives a bass chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Logan."What's the affair, Jimmy ? Don't need your piddling 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 Wood, and you loved it ?"

From the flavor on Logan's typeface, this man is telling the trueness. I close my center and try to keep my electric shock and hurt hidden.

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

He takes hold of my lower jaw and opens my mouth, turning my head from one side of meat to the former and surveying my dire mouthful of teeth. They are not my best feature and I am acutely cognizant of that. Then he runs his index finger along the circus tent of my lower teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be sure the animal is not sr. and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

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

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stick his cock between those tooth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no coward, but I'm no chump either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to stay fresh its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a brusque joke."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific soubriquet. jemmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look More like a fairy, except for the colouring material. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my fiddling blue poove boy. You like that ?"

I shake my straits vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. surmisal I'll pin to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to visit you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's Victor. master Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jemmy's sidekick. wellspring, half-brother. Same father, different mothers. I'm a lot like him in many shipway. The same healing factor, but not such farsighted claws."

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

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

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

"I assume you're familiar with dildos, fag boy. Probably very familiar. I find that this particular one comes in rather utilitarian 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 wish to cause this fussy point inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Negro ice, cool and smooth. Should feel real good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hand to run the sharp tips of his pincer teasingly along the course of the scratch on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or fear it.

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

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

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very neat and pretty. How did you arrive at them fall out so precise ? scratch can bring around in sloppy way of life sometimes."

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

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slit yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a fiddling, queer boy."He looks again at my short bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get operose."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. Sir Thomas More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me show you a unequaled lineament of this table you're lying on. Like jemmy's chasteness, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

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

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any serious price, in guild to get a better 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 vicious grinning."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the clock time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the smaller tapered end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a personnel casualty for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart comment at this clock time could be something I would repent later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the spyglass cock around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this decimal point, it feels good and I know he is correct about relaxing. All compensate, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to measure me in this way, it would be effective to have him underrate what I can take, rather than overestimate it.

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

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

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tab key on him from a length. Just when Logan began to mob up his things and boost back to the nearest townsfolk, he waylaid him, convincing him to outride a minuscule longsighted by offering to severalise him about his past.

"He's a mark for anyone who says they can fill him in on what he's been and done. It was wanton to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell 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 distributor point in the proceeding. Much to my shame, my penis decides it just might delight the feeling, and I can evidence that my optic are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my heading as far away from his gaze as I can and hale my eyes closed. But this displeases winner. He grabs my Kuki and turns my expression back.

"Open your eyes, faggot boy,"he guild me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the Price later on."

I obey. Victor makes the connection between my heart and my curing cock. He takes time lag of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to do work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my body's cancel chemical reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it pass off. I will fight it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eye get brighter as I work your putz,"he concludes."Very concern essence. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted prepuce forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was Sir Thomas More to play with on an rough penis. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a while but act it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My penis will continue to turn overindulge, trying vainly to push the head free of my captured foreskin.

"This would be a practiced time for me to tell you how much fun jemmy 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 finis matter I would care to learn, for it would remain to arouse me. But winner knows that. He describes some of the thing he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to twist in pain in the neck as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very variety 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 screw thread no matter what happened. Think about that for a while, nance boy."

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the images it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"jemmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might decrease my stimulation.

Finally, winner has mercy on me and lets go. One sorting of bother stops, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a sharp jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very angry jemmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another precipitous push. I am beginning to set about my demarcation, as far as the width goes. In rules of order to reach him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter muscle, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

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

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

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

"I'll tolerate none of that Kraut bullshit, faerie boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to understand, much to a lesser extent do as you ask."

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

Logan is reacting to my plain pain by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the quoin of one eye, superior notices this."What's the matter, piddling brother ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. Want me to turn over on the audio, so we can hear you ?"

Mount Logan nods frantically.

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

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

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

I can not recount him no, as my hard cock would clearly show it to be a lie. winner examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to call up not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do placate very well anyway. You can ask jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to put up next to me, readjusting the table so that my stage are again matted down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my bureau and begins to follow the scars with the point of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more interested in my scrape than in the discourse."I would never have been able to afford all this clobber, except that some very plentiful and very powerful folk hired me to take down the dreaded Wolverine. You're just collateral damage. They think I'm going to kill Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep open him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

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

"Yeah, they probably will. But Jimmy and I can rent ourselves out to some early equally mighty folks and be condom. Or at to the lowest degree as safe as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

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

He positions his chela around the areola, pricking just enough to describe blood."Now listen, and listen good. If you behave well, I can free up one of your weaponry so that it's on a inadequate chain. That way, you can reach the piddle nursing bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those things usable to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that dependable about such issue, if I have no understanding to be. translate ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be upright, Victor."

The hook prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to flinch for fear it would embroil those points through my physical body."If you're prevarication to me, bear in judgment that jemmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to mention being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a shortstop length of mountain range to the metal cuff around my left wrist then releasing the cuff 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 pee, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the wheat between my sass and take a few deglutition. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

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

He clicks the remote control as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the curl on the doors will only work by a articulation bid from me, so don't even incommode to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimicker. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some folderal Holy Scripture at the threshold. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can make virtually of the way to my face and a little way down below my hips.

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

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

I have every intellect to experience 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 ’. Talk to me."

I take a breathing place and exhale, trying to bar the frisson that threatens my voice."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"

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

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

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my shift you're in this kettle of fish. I fucked up big meter. 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-hatred."I should have known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a chance 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 encounter to you."

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

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

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

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

"No topic vhat happens, I vill never blame you for this. It is Victor's doing, not yours. I vould rather die here vith you, than live in condom 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 Victor is listening, I want him to believe I have taken all of what he said at expression note value and conceive our spot is hopeless.

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

Good. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced Victor.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan call to rescue me. That will put Victor's direction on him as a potential saviour, rather than me. That could come up 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 speech sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to prognosticate you jemmy instead of Logan ?"

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

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take advantage of this respite to try to get some rest, since Victor could return at any time. The less ve talk of escapism vhen he may be listening, the better."That last function is for master's ears, more than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not wish my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want victor to find out anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to loosen up and calm himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time Victor returns, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary agreement. Not altogether neat, but better than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the manacle around my wrist into its station by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitoring device."I'll leave the audio on, jimmy, if you keep your back talk shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

Victor turns his care back to me.

"We're going to play nice this meter, my little bluish fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my sass. When I try to wrick my headland away, he grabs my mentum. Then he covers my lip with his mouth, his tongue pressing hard, seeking entry. He must have forgotten about my teeth. I unresolved my backtalk slightly. When he tries to press his vantage, I bite his tongue. Not punishing enough to do serious impairment, but hard enough to reap rakehell. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a stinging slap.

If anything, the pain of his bitten knife encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his natural language is deeply into my mouth, I close my teeth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his clapper near the basis, and he knows it. I release him, having made my distributor point, and he retreats. A behind smiling spreads across his fount, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got inspirit, infant, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just dissolve into tears and start begging for mercifulness, at starting time anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of upcoming, what do you like, baby ? What do you dread ? What do you absolutely hate ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"

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

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

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

"I vould very likely bleed to destruction. And your little plot vould be over almost before it began."

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

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

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure as shooting I like that. Does jimmy take this sorting of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"score one for the blue faerie,"winner says cheerfully."No more threat of immediate death. However,"-- his good temper changes abruptly -"if you don't flavor it down some, you'll be feeling some contiguous painful sensation. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

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

"Let's starting time again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the steer of his hook lightly across my breast, then begins following the scar just as Logan often does with his fingerbreadth. scar tissue is less sensitive than average flesh, but the wiz is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost titillation. And it always arouses me. I close my oculus to enshroud the gleaming I know will soon be visible. As he continues to run his way down my pectus to my abdomen, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my grimace."Open your middle, boy, and keep them open. I want to be able to see just how a lot 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 hide my faithless eyes, my pity deepens. I do not require to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially reliable as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising mildness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a tiresome, becalm cycle, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that fellow twitch set about oceanic abyss inside me. No ! I try to fight it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible delight. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his voice."Sure you do. You're skillful and toilsome now. preserve it up, baby. Come for me. record me how practically you like what I'm doing. appearance Jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my dick and balls. I will discount it. I will not come. I will slacken. I will think of how lots I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, naught 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 ! English !"His grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

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

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

"So you use that Kraut gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to 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 smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

"Too late, pouf boy. I already know. Besides, I strongly suspect you're cursing me out, and you can't revilement 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 ‘ hoot ’. I've heard it before."

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

He goes back to what he was doing, but the squeeze is becoming harder now, more dreadful. 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 awful arrest, spitting out the words as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"

He smiles and does it again.

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

I can see Logan's optic blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all winner hears is another contumely. If I use merely German phrases that Logan knows, I can communicate with him and master will not agnize it.

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

"Maybe my mitt just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and Thomas More intense. I just materialize to induce a nice collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appealingness to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the BASIC touchstone smooth plastic, medium size, uses 2 C batteries, and available in an attractive bright pinko. Do you like it on the outside, or the interior ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a abbreviated interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of line, I have had some experience of such things and I know they are entirely terrific. The speedy vibration gets to the titillating nerve endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my soundbox literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that place inside and finally satisfies the growing titillation, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the travail of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to foreclose it.

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

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in despair. My thighs shiver and my full body handshake in the travelling bag of my contradictory desires.

Then victor touches another smaller but more than intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping tool. I am almost sobbing now.

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

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

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

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

"stay fighting me, nance boy. You know you want to let go."

He is decently. I will not be able-bodied to stop. I can experience it late inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic wave of delight cresting and ready to bring out. In a last desperate effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my inguen as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A fierce satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing undulation of golden joy turning my torso into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the playground slide of fluid through my member, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity of the spasms that continue on within my torso, while everything is locked and held down heavily by my will. I hide my feelings from superior as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to prove me fake, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensiveness of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not be intimate such a thing was possible !

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

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

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

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

"Oh, did I forget to tell apart you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very warm emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My look is fooling and serene, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to burst again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My satire earns me a precipitous flavor in the face. I see it coming, so I make indisputable to let my forefront turn with the nose candy, to minimize the legal injury. Even so, my lip splits against the point in time of my teeth.

winner tosses both vibrators across the elbow room in a hysteria of defeat, then leans over me and snarls,"Keep that up, fairy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of things before I'm done with you."

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

He just laughs, wiping off the parentage with his fingerbreadth, then licking them.

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

As Victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the seconds between the sentence he leaves here and the clip he appears in the other room with Logan, in the hope that I can get some mind of how far away the other edifice is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that winner's stride is roughly a time long, that would pass water it around 12 meters. cipher guarantee that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very roughly appraisal, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no choice but to watch Victor Brassica napus Logan, using none of the care and discreetness that he lavished on me. I am not truly distressed that he can wound Mount 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 co-op than I was about allowing himself to get through orgasm as a resultant of winner's action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the fury suffusing winner's face and I am afraid. I want to tell Mount Logan to give in, generate him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a circumstance in Mount Logan's character. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Mount Logan must prove that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when close we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

Finally, winner gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his passion and foiling. Suddenly, his attitude change, he takes a deep breath and seems to have come to some conclusion.

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

One clawed mitt reaches down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the al-Qaida just as he did mine. I can see from the feeling on Mount Logan's face that he too knows what will make out next.

"I'm going to do this substantial slow."One of the varan shows a close up of Logan's lower organic structure. I can not tear my eyes away from it as master's chela extend and go in."Scream for me, little sidekick. I want to try it. And I want your piffling blue tooth fairy to hear it also."

There is triumph in superior's centre as he turns to look at me. His bridge player closes tighter. Mount Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's fingerbreadth pull downward, the sharp pincer cutting through bleeding anatomy slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testis are forced against it.

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

The chela finally dig in to the orchis as they continue to shred the scrotum. The dilate flesh at the behind gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered clod in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the committed ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

"What's more important to you, jimmy ? Your pride, or your daemon lover ?"

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

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

His stay on screams pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now proceed your own hope alive. You know wax well he will go this.

keeping Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, victor laughs at my futile elbow grease to insult him. As I watch the blood gush down from Logan's inguen, I swear to myself that the endure laugh will be mine, no matter what the cost.


winner returns to my elbow room. I have been too distracted to enumerate the elapse sentence, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, child ?"he asks as he loosens the restraint on my left arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to pull in 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 handle on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the passion combustion in my heart reflected in my glowing centre. His handwriting move toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a incisive claw hint each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can breathe again.

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

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

He is justly. I would almost have preferred a physical penalisation to this. I want so much to say something to console Logan, but at least I can still see how riotous he is healing and I will bang when he is whole again. It is nothing short of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a voice. However, it does take time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of painfulness as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how farseeing it took, but at concluding he looks at me with something former than infliction in his reflection. I smile tentatively and evoke one supercilium in question as I make the ovolo up signal with my script. He can not reply in kind, as his hands are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As victor again takes the slack out of my left manus control and fastens it down, he remark cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well finally time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be good-for-naught you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to give me what I want. This time, you're not going to throw 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-bodied to create himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we require to be able to watch his reactions ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go blackamoor.

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

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my phallus hard with his middle digit, 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."deal this to be a pick up experience. This is a violet scepter. It can do some interesting things."

It does not wait particularly telling. Just a kind of a handgrip with a pull in methamphetamine globe at the end, attached to a box by a cablegram. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very small interpretation of those plasma earth in science museums, where the glint follow your finger around on the surface of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right nipple, and I expect him to reach me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small sparks jump between the wand and my hide. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny overture are wiggling around. The muscles of my bureau tighten in arousal, and my nipples raise taut.

master turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter Muriel Spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attending, but not enough to cause real botheration.

He moves the earth to my left side, giving it the like treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more randy by the strange feelings that are almost delight but also almost nuisance. No ! I do not need this to encounter !

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

As he approaches my seawall, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my mind back as far as the metallic element band around my neck will grant. My teeth clutch as I try to stifle a moan in prediction of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one position, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower abdomen, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the live session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this metre. I focus on my hate of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this picture held firmly in my psyche, my penis falters. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my body just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to bring the Lapplander game we played cobbler's last sentence, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The spark dance rapidly up the length of my shaft, then concentrate on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the spiritualist area around the frenulum.

As my dick twitching reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood line steadily dripping down to the flooring, and the survey of his balls clutched in Victor's mitt. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching maven oceanic abyss in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this hap !

winner finally gives up. But why does his phonation sound so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, pouf boy. I could turn this up often eminent, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in head. Looks like you win this round."

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

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

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

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this table, sister. The metre has come for me to prove it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my legs folds down, taking my bottom along with it. I am left with my derriere at the very edge and my pegleg knack at the knees.

He returns to the pushcart."flavor, I'll even make it wanton for you by putting a little lubricating substance on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

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

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

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than is necessary to get hold the right position near my prostate.

"Want to see what I'll be using on jemmy, 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 drop open in discouragement."No ! You vould not -"

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

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a electrical switch on the box."The common function is to go to the maximum setting right from the world-class, keeping it on for a distich of seconds. Then repeat that until the hope solvent are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries. That seems too quick for me, so I'll kickoff at the last setting and influence my way up. That should return you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not close. I am proven right after only a few gain in power. There appears to be a compass point where the opinion of tingling excitement and soft tensing of the sinew variety into the brawniness clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to pain. I know electrical energy can cause Burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on humans would stop short of that. Each time now as victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasm become more intense, until it feels as if my inside are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire get down soundbox convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and issue forth very close to sobbing.

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

Eventually, I am screaming.

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

I have lost this battle and I know it. My screams get gimcrack and longer each metre, until finally I can not block off my body from reacting.

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

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

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

"Stop ! Yyaahhh !"

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

By the meter he stops, my muscles are cramping and my branch and behind are pulling hard against their constraint. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself free of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his human face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a moment. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the dud in Logan's way that is supposed to be brawny enough to kill mortal with that Same healing factor, so it would only obliterate him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough thinking. I should be responding with more oath, but I have used up most of those in my mental lexicon by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and wrench it into German language as best I can commend it.

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

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

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded smutty. speculation you're pretty angry at me."The hand on my belly changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive force per unit area points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to wriggle away from the pain sensation, but his hand follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

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

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

He changes the mise en scene on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Mount Logan's face and hear his ragged respiration.

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

"Go fuck yourself !"is his merely reply.

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

Returning the board to its usual side, he gives me a final exam pat on the belly, then turns away to amass everything together on his niggling cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could have heard me, I would give told him to sacrifice winner what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Mount Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to turn up a point in time.

So once again, I can do nothing but lookout man and listen as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a Taurus the Bull, running it up a little at a metre, as his soundbox convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of track, he is made to ejaculate several times, just as I had been. I do not know if the current was enough to break his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his headway drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitor go black and the talker falls silent.


It is not very long before Victor comes into my room, a complacent smirk on his face and a newspaper cup in his hand.

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

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

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

If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."discharge my hired man and I vill toast it happily."

"Most of it is mine, you know."

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

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a mo I am sure he is going to pop me with his bare mitt. Then he storms out the doorway, and I breathe a suspiration of relief.

Since he left my script fastened only by the range, I reach down for the bottle of water and fill a sip, as I wonder if winner is even now offering Logan a composition cup. I am curious as to how he will react, but the Monitor and speaker unit have not been turned on, so I must hold back my oddity 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 restraints. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many other things has he said that might also be Lie ?


Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Mount Logan hanging in his chasteness, with multiple bleeding stroke down the inside of both second joint. His face is set in a sore face, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am gladiolus simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one objet d'art. I wait and watch the gashes stop hemorrhage and lead off to heal.

"Did he offer you a paper 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 spat it into his face, because virtually of it was his."Mount 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 let said that. I do not want winner to even think that Mount Logan understand German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should ingest been able to terminate him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in sentence, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want master to clean up on the fact that I can use it to trip up Logan's attention during my bouts of High German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are full of adamantium and your body heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your obligation ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should never have come back. I should have got 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 true !"

Mount Logan shakes his nous in denial, but he does not entreat the point.

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

"Nein."

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

"Even if you are blown to piece of music by Victor's turkey ? You may be punishing to vote down, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an supercilium."Only probably ?"

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

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

"I vill do everything vithin my power to save my own lifetime. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison and sigh hopelessly."But I have no thought 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 desire to imagine I have given up.

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

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

Victor's phonation comes over the speakers."All rightfulness, enough of that, you two lovebirds. future matter I know, you'll be professing your unceasing lovemaking and devotedness to each other. Enough, already !"

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

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

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will front it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond expiry, then I have certainly had my contribution of joy in this liveliness, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will confide that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and idolize, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not complain.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given piss now and again. The storey has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when requisite. It is almost sure that there is no one else here except victor, as he would surely assign these rather disagreeable labor to individual else if he could.

Every clock time victor leaves me, I have counted the seconds until he appears in Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my idea range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any great length. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the slip by metre. However, if we are not in two separate edifice, the threat of a dud that could defeat Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill victor also.

I can make a rough supposition as to how wide the wall of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when superior comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing declamatory objective outside my doorway and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the country just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not bang what is directly outside of this building, or if the outside threshold is locked.

There are too many terra incognita. I need more answers.




It seems a long time before Victor restoration. As usual, he wastes no time fastening my wrist back down.

He turns on both the audio and the video, so my eye go directly to Logan's trope. His read/write head lifts as he hears that the speakers are participating. He gives me a smile, as if to assure me that he is doing all right.

master starts teasing me with the points of his chela, drawing them lightly over the interior of my second joint, then next to my scrotum, then around my debunk anus. It does not ache, since he is using very slight insistence. In fact, it feels all too secure. If I did not have a go at it the horrors those dreaded claws could do, I would determine this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tail, where the lightest cutaneous senses sends shake of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, child ?"Victor asks, his voice sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a attender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

He presses harder against that raw expanse."You're not laughing. Are you sure it just tickle ?"

"I am too scared to laugh."

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

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my tail, which is off upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to concern my backside, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than nearly of the rest of my body. After all, my shadow can hold my weight and do set of former fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you know ?"

He taps a finger's breadth against his nozzle."Saame way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced mother wit of smell also."

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

He is still aim on handling my rump, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, deform it a little, whatever he wants. My rosehip are also not restrained, so I can travel around to an extent, to need some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just happen to receive this nice leather blindfold in my air hole. Maybe you'll enjoy things Thomas More if you can't see what I'm doing."

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

The blindfold is all too in force. I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sorting of catch this creates, as some of my childhood customers did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to induce you cogitate so. However, knowing this does not make me find a unanimous lot better about it.

I feel a sharp cocksucker down near the end of my tail, just above the metallic element band that holds it down.

"How would you like another fancy scar, sister ? I could use this scalpel to make one right here."

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to take for still, as my instinctive response would be to slash my tail away and out of danger.

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

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

"Since your fag end is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker role, where there's more than pith to work with. How about this ? Is this a dear situation ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"grip really still now. I'd hatred to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice heterosexual person stemma, don't we ?"

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

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

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

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my minuscule biz. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this phonograph needle on your aristocratical supporter 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 whole selection of them. Various lengths and assorted bore. You do know that the higher the number, the narrow-minded the diameter of the needle, right ? And frailty versa ?"

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

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

"medal ?"This conception is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear syncope jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of small metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, baby, the smallest size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my short behind, where it comes to a fairly sharp percentage point."Hold still now. There's not a lot of unleash skin for me to sour with."

A small slit, magnified by a scrape against the underlying bone, then another bastard as the item of the needle comes out again. It does not ache very a great deal, 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 two-base hit SOB of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will look material afters. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to lie with that.

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

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each metre when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the station where my tail sports meeting my soundbox, 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 needles that are still in place.

"Last one for your after part, nance boy. This is a 14."

well, at least he is almost done.

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

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

"Oh, no. The C. H. Best is yet to come."

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

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

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

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

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

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't vexation, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very shortstop. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it flat 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 total."I'm very unspoilt at knowing exactly when titillating nuisance turns into real pain sensation, so don't annoyance to try to deceive me. I've learned to judge that edge very closely, because I can smell the difference. With you, I intend to quell pretty close to that edge, although I may cross it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and look down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed ornament attached to each of the phonograph needle. Two shiny red marrow grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short-change chain of bone dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the distance of my tail there are former similar things : the mental image of a tiny cat, several sort of flower, a fleur-de-lis, a few small feather, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly get !

"fountainhead ?"victor asks impatiently.

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

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

victor's centre stick with mine."What do you guess, jemmy ? Didn't believe I had an aesthetic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his fingerbreadth and exclaims,"Oh tinker's dam ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a low blowtorch and ignitor it.

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

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

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

"Holding it against the skin just a picayune yearner makes it bad. Doing it in a very raw topographic point makes it a lot worse."He rubs a fingerbreadth over that spot between the base of my tail and my anus.

"No ! winner, please !"

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

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

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

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a finger's breadth slowly up my tail, flicking each minuscule decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the pain in the neck of the needle in my glans, not to mention the George Burns he just created, which I can not even see from this slant.

Take a deep intimation, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that cellar in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

superior has reached that raw spot now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the stallion arena in a throwaway motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and painful sensation throughout my entire groin. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my fountainhead, lips still clenched tightly.

His manus shifts to my turncock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another admixture of annoyance and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire Menachem Begin to realize itself matt-up deep inside me. No ! Not now !

Victor evidently decides that this would be a expert meter to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Department of Energy Jimmy ever let you have it off him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his other handwriting and squeezes tightly."result me when I ask a interrogation, baby."

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

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

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

I whimper as I feel the tapered end pressed against my initiative, without even the welfare of lubricator.

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the al-Qaida, holding me in place."clutches still, dammit ! Don't consecrate me a hard metre, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an occupy little variation on the usual proficiency of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

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

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

"Your scream of X would very quickly sour into a scream of torture, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Mount Logan's paradigm."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll shift the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"superior, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. And I'd use up it from him again before I'd submit 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. master turns to the camera, his font set in a snarl."All rightfulness, you two have really pissed me off big meter. I'm gon na learn you a lesson you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn bluing faggot, this is what you get."

As he shoves the butt plug in the rest of the way, I feel something rupture inside me and can not crush my thigh-slapper. His grin becomes a wide smile.

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

superior ignores us both.

"livelihood that plug in there, faery boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the rejoinder and payoff to fit the leather straps around my shank and between my legs. The strap between my legs is broad, but has an opening in the middle to leave my member and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the full contribution behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either slope of my tail.

"There. Now you can't thrust it out even if you try. That should hold back you busy for a while, like maybe until tomorrow dayspring. By the way, the rip looks real Nice seeping out around the leather strap, and all those nice decorations make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so raging at jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the threshold, without releasing my left hired hand as he usually does. Trying to discount the pain, I focus on counting the indorsement but get no further than three when superior appears in the other room. Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a curtly prison term. Mount Logan is almost certainly in the like building as I am. That being the face, 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 for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my simpleness that would observe my sudden absence seizure in order that some other kind of to a lesser extent lethal booby trap would be sprung.

My guess are cut brusk as I see superior shove his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

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

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

His grinning is More than usually venomous as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my breast. But I can do goose egg about it, former than scout and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At unlike angle and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Mount Logan's body so far that his hand opens a slice in his abdomen. I watch in repulsion as he closes his hand around the bowel twisted between his finger's breadth then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his excruciation. I force my optic to remain open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, rip flowing down my face and asshole racking my body. His brim bod my figure, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the potential elision of master, dead. He still appears weakly and is almost certainly in a lot of pain in the neck, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably look that his ravaged abdominal variety meat are in the unconscious process of regenerating.

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

For just a moment, I experience a sharp stab of envy for Logan's power to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no theme of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated colon does not hurt all that much until later, when contagion sets in and the abdominal pit becomes septic. It could equally well be nothing beyond a bad teardrop in my anal sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no mansion of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large ballyhoo. Nor can I adjust to the backbreaking pressing and reach it is forcing on my rectum and probably the low-pitched part of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open and adulterate, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's manus, and has been forced in deeper.

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

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

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

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

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

"close your optic, darlin ’, and don't open them again. Now, focus only on my vocalisation and what I'm sayin ’.

"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come home needing you so bad that I'm set up to violate 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 strike you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the tomfoolery out of my head before I take it out some early way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just open your wooden leg for me and close your center, preparing to endure it."

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

"Let him. I don't generate a darn in hell if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to love individual. Now break interruptin'me and close your optic. focus on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. Pretend I've got a cock as big around as my pep pill arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm Brobdingnagian and tough and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you wide than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deeper and rich 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 ache. Imagine you can get wind me moaning with pleasance over the way you're taking me, holding me so fast and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so a lot to apply you delight, not painfulness. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in further, but you don't tell me to stop. You only struggle to bear it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can severalise it's hurtin'you a lot, since your tool is barely hard. lots as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is induce nuisance, and that tears me up inside, but I can't stop.

"It feels so marvellous, so estimable, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest, my fingers spread wide to touch and rub those cutter nipples. I wrap my other hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed pussy. You gasp as your dead body responds. I can find your brawniness clenching around me, your interior starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't oblige back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my stern onrush, pulling me in deeper. I can confine out no longer. With a few Thomas More stroke, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to watch my breath."

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

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our privy to start the hot water running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the meanness of the muscleman I can feel beneath my hands. And they do relax, a piddling, but I can still palpate that aching severeness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower attachment while the water runs down the waste pipe. I help you up and wind you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the stool, then acquit you back to bed. I tuck the puff around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can hold you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the tips of your ears and your come together lid. I place my mitt once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a great deal to micturate it terminate. I long to heal you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the 1 you love. All I can do is obtain you close and hope that I may never birth to let you go. Finally, you rest your deal on top of mine and sigh. Your external respiration slows, your body loosen up a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the dateless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

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



Yes, there is surely something legal injury. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the steady ache rich inside me, on top of my other accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far more than than I should be. But I can not even arrive at for the piddle bottleful, since master did not gratuitous my helping hand at all endure time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my tum is rank queasy just at the thought of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a rip in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing infection. My meter is clearly running out. I can not afford to take on games with winner much farsighted. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as victor comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my hips and pulls out the butt chew. The disconnected stretch bout my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of roue and fluid.

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

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

"All right, enough of that shit."

Giving in to one of the foreign quirks of mischief that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized interlingual rendition of a Yiddish oath."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh dearest ! Did I forget to free your hand last time ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the weewee bottleful."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in judgement, but we'll starting there."

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

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

Warily, I nod.

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

I make a revolt brass and shake my head.

"I could take a leak on you, if you'd rather. You could stick out some cleansing up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can finger pretty soundly, 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 peril, but I have run out of options.

"semen on, master, is that the serious you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to imbibe your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the respite of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playing children's games and get down to the real thing. Fuck me ! thrust your dick up my ass and see if you really can smart me with it. Let's get this over with, rightfulness now."

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

He rests his deal low down on my stomach. I suck in my breath and grimace.

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His finger trace across my belly, probing to find the arena that hurts most. When he reaches a fleck low down and just a bit to the left of midpoint, I gasp.

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

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my correct nipple and sucking. At first gear, it feels nice. I dare to loose a bit and try to get myself under control during this for certain brief suspension. I feel a bridge player reach for my other teat, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my body did not pain so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the small-scale amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the aching in my gut has turned into knifelike spasms.

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

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

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

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

"infernal region, fagot boy, by the time you feel my hammer inside you, it'll be a relief, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. Jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make trusted you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm fucking you ?"

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

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

"I have been called vorse things."

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

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

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

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

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

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his eyes microscope slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not empathise 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 plot 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 only kind of lovemaking you know."I let him think about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, fagot boy."

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

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

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

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

"Nein. You vill not presume. The recollective 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 on with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

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

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

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

He places his hand apartment on my abdominal cavity."You'd upright stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want jemmy to hear you scream some more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I do not take my eyes 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 High German name into his face.

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

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any further, I add one Thomas More furious ‘ nemesis ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

He adjusts the board, much as he did once before, dropping the subdivision with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the sharpness, and my branch are stoop sharply.

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

Despite what some men may want to think, no penis is a weapon of mass destruction. However, almost any penis 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 fatheaded than normal. This is clearly what winner intends.

I close my oculus and try to exonerate my mind in order to focalise on the floating cloud meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But victor will not allow me this escape.

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

I shake my head.

"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 ass plug, he simply shoves his turncock into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerking of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not hold back quiet, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a individual can make water to express both pleasure or bother. I learned a few new unity from winner Creed.

"zippo to say now, smartass ? Not so trusted of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of music of turd ?"he says between grunts."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your guts apart, faerie boy."

He could almost make good on that scourge, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my mind on what I must do, but I have to call for it for a picayune while longer. I want all of him inside me, in order to be sure as shooting.

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

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

The import I feel his orchis slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the fully intention of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the doorway of the elbow room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any dubiousness, the screaming and cursing that reaches me even through the unsympathetic door would hold convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should come about at any arcsecond. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a mild"poof ”. No dud, but only the Sami gas that he used to seize us ! I continue to take my breath.

Now I must hope that my close about Logan being in this same building are even off. If not, once Victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to cure, he will be able to follow after me. Or big : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may detonate the turkey under Mount Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left hand and to the right wing. There is zilch but a short corridor, with one door on the side opposite to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must encounter Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of line behind me. There is only so much time left before I have to emit, or before I collapse from loss of blood, for I know some of that blood is mine.

The door on the former English of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious living living quarters but no windowpane. The threshold at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And find myself right adjacent to Logan ! His optic flare spacious with surprisal and promise, as I wrap my arms around him.

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

There is an open subject area, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be thick jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely care.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the botany, but I can see an opening under one of the larger Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I take us there. In this personal manner, I teleport us respective more times. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more tire.

Finally I have to check. My knee go feeble. Logan wraps an arm around my waistline to support me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean - ?"

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

This sentence he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as measured as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and give way off a short piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your dentition to do any more damage to your mouth. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the peg as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me further with his finger's breadth in order of magnitude to get a grasp on the ragged and lacerated frame of victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a screaming and push button again as he pulls it out, but I do not travel. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the collect shock absorber of what has happened over the last-place few sidereal day, not even looking as Mount 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 open again. I just hope there's no tough damage deep inside. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can encounter something to stop the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely certain there is Sir Thomas More wrong, because I feel much forged 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 do it about that.

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him spread out my stern and mob the soft, sticky substance against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to promise that, you must first spend a penny sure enough you never do anything to deserve it."

"No worries on that account statement, Elf."

"Victor - he vill rise it back ?"

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

"Ve must get avay from here."

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

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the distance of my rear end, quickly pulling out the phonograph needle and tossing them away, then working on the 1 in my penis. The finis one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts Thomas More than I had expected. A drop of blood Wells up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his bearing."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 come from ? I lost track after the first jump."

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

Mount Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the diametrical 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 weaponry, a sharp-worded spasm rip through my guts. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then pass out.

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

The next affair I am sure of is hearing Mount Logan's vocalism. It seems to issue forth from far away, but with each repeating it gets louder.

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

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying arms. At first I try to ignore the mental disturbance. I am so prosperous here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of jazz. But the articulation is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp-worded spasm of pain parts the curtain of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my psyche back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached condom, but the verdure still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and disordered, I realize we are on the 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 queer this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious mind and vulnerable. Do ya sympathise me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

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

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

He is covered with baseball swing and welts from dirt ball pungency, in varying stages of healing. For the thing of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut ache, I am weak as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to cite shaking with coldness, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to point that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will entrust him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

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

Extending his sword, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the lowest leg, then is quickly lost to sight in the blockheaded foliage. All I want to do is go by out again, but I must not. There is always the theory that Victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may ambuscade in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of neglect in such an environment.

It is not foresightful before Mount Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree trunk in his hurry to pass the primer. Excitement and relief mingle on his facial expression as he kneels beside me.

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

swimming is not promiscuous for him, as his adamantium-laced skeletal frame makes it hard enough for him to stay afloat, much to a lesser extent tow soul else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the glare of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The space appears to be approximately three km. I can see what looks like a well-defined stretchiness of gumption on the far side of meat, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am weak and sick.

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

He makes an exertion to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Same thing I'd say about my power to drown across, darlin ’."

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

I give him no time to take issue. Wrapping my weapon tighter around his neck, I take us away from our acquaint position.

lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that moth-eaten and vacuous lieu that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my imaginativeness. I fight against it. I must be witting if I hope to get us back to our own realism !

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

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

"—is a undecomposed one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smile but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you call back it vould be dependable to salute from the river ?"

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

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

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

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing H2O. The sun sump behind the Tree on the far English. darkness will be here soon.

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

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

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

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

"And he vill be sick than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secrecy falls over us again. The water sits expectant in my stomach, but shows no very sign of coming up. I place one paw on my venter, pressing gently. It feels difficult as a plug-in. Not good at all. I push harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

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

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

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

"How about a little to a greater extent to imbibe ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."

A few more handful of weewee and I am again lifted securely in his weapons system, as easily as if I were a minuscule child. Now, at last, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of oblivion holds me in its weapon system and I know nothing more.



When I begin to do to again, I have not even the intensity to open my eyes at showtime. I can tell I am lying on a surd fill out control surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's hands ! !

Voices echo through my head, a extraneous words - 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 fundamental noesis of Spanish allows me to piss out many of the Christian Bible.

Through the haze of febricity and pain, I feel something tight around my arm, followed by the small-scale stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical exam facility. We have made it ! promise rushes through my eye. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eye, expecting to see Logan's expression. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to research for a mineral vein in my dehydrated body.

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

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

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

The womanhood returns quickly and holds a deoxyephedrine of weewee to my lip, helping me control my chief up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill resilient. I think."

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

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

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The woman has at finish gotten the IV telephone circuit set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me truehearted. I recognize the feeling as my caput begins to feel Light Within and my awareness fades.

"Logan -"

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

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



consequence

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

Of course, I wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in secretiveness. The park of the leaves and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the variety of nature pleasure my oculus, after staring at the beige walls of the hospital for so long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am mostly just teasing him, to use up his mind off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my paw in his and pull him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the tree diagram. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor's grasp, vere you not ?"

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was still trying to take over all the thing he had told me about my yesteryear. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the right hand 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 speculative of it. The forged is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an total month with him, and almost made it the residue of my animation. Yet it was awful. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

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

I take a hint, as I prepare to ask a question of my own, aware that I may not wish the result."How often vere you tempted to stay put 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 prevarication. So vhy did you not bide ?"

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

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

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

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

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

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

We both get a jape out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the tree. The water coruscation in the betimes morning sun, as a illumination duck soup skip over the surface. I drink in the surface area of blue, fringed with putting green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is fell and uncaring, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are entail to view. I stand as if spell-bound, drinking it all in.

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

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

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

I wince, not surely if there is any more he can say that I truly want to get it on. But I am the one who places so much importance on Lunaria annua and receptivity, so I can not refuse."Go on."

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

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me sense better."

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

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

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

"Of trend it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, nothing but the Wilderness and your reverence for me, you vould not own given up something that vas of cracking value to you in ordering to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

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

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

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

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

"I am not one of your past lovers. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, think back ?"

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me knockout and long. As common, he ends up with rake on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp-worded teeth. He rubs it absently away with the back of one bridge player, then stares intently at that hand.

"Mount Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the unknown reflexion that crosses his face.

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

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting action at law to words, I give him an exaggerated smile, then turn my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right field idea vould put his penis into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally go for yours up to my lips vhen you are fix, so I can tope your cum."

I lick my brim at the idea, recalling the tone and the taste of him.

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

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally shred vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and champ my teeth together with an hearable clicking disturbance"—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 system of cacoethes -"

I leave that suspension as I start to stomach up. He grabs my rear end and drag 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 hired man is still around my ass. He slides his fingers a little way along my fundament until they are at the topographic point where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a seeable scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply bear the delight that I feel.

I do not have to hold to stick where I am. I know my withdrawn intimation and the luminescence that is starting to occupy my eyes has agreed for me.

"surface your oral fissure as wide-cut as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the safe you can do ?"

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

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The paw that was on my keister move around to the forepart to turn over down into my sweatpants and ingest hold of my prick. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste roue. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to come about. You've got ta pay more attending to what you're doing and LE to what I'm doing, that's all."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips grant a piddling up oddity as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the hobo camp, 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 jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the material. His compact pubic hairsbreadth obscures the base, but his prepuce has already begun to pull back back as he becomes engorge. I can reek the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost set to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to keep my back talk loose as full as will be requisite for a prospicient time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this Angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the dirt ball sing their songs, and the thin overlapping of the wafture on the shore keep prison term. The cinch brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree command processing overhead time, as I glance up the length of Mount Logan's trunk from my new vantage dot, my fingers teasing his pecker with lenify touches, soon changing into a stiff stroke as they combine to moderate him within a clenched fist. His pelvis begin to proceed in time with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the head of his phallus, swirling my knife around the sensitive corona, then add my lips, sucking his dent. How often have I taken this wonderful part of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to animation that fire that always smolders thick inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able to make such joy.

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

Logan's body is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his pussy and lick it off, just as I open my backtalk to take him in, my rim pulled down as far as I can to track my evil tooth. As I suspected, it is not well-heeled for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to stimulate him any damage, but only pass on him pleasure.

He pushes deeply into my back talk, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he meets with no pain. As he hits the dorsum of my throat, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to harbor 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 boot runs through me at his Scripture, and I try harder to raven his cock fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the rachis of my head, but he does not try to wedge me closer, as surely must be his pulsing. He just holds my haircloth and murmuring,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is punishing to breathe around the objective now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer hold open my rima oris as wide opened. I feel him skin one of my downhearted teeth and taste parentage, but it does not appear to bother Logan at all. He is very close up to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image trice across my idea : kneeling at the Lord's table rail as the priest lays the commit Wafer on my clapper, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this thought sacrilege - or just a different manakin of sanctitude ? At one and the Saame meter, I beg my God for pardon and offer thanks for the almost unbearable lulu of this moment.

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

His manus unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a severe and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm breeze on my freed tool, followed by the touch of his helping hand on the spiritualist flesh than I empty myself into the decoration of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his handwriting to his mouth and sucks the glossy glob of semen into his mouth, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our lingua intertwine. I have always thought that to be a loathsome thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep share-out between us.

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

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

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

"trauma, huh ?"

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

"Just be glad ya never had to give victor a coke job, darlin ’."

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

But already the icon has flashed across my creative thinker of Victor's paw tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of pain rings through my head.

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

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

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

"Here."He takes my hand and leads it to his abdominal cavity."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 recede me, ya dim Krauthead,"he says, ruffling my hairsbreadth."I don't get lost easy, unless I want to."

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

"So maybe now ve get a opportunity to populate happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"

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




German version HELL HATH NO Erinyes. ..

Lieber Gott ! honey God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like nether region !

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

Scheisse ! mother fucker !

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

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

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

Entschuldigung. amnesty me.

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

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






German language TRANSLATION. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! full stop !

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

Filthy pig ! You should sprain into a pendant, so you can hang during the day and burning by nighttime !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The daemon drive you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy brute !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

matte !
Stop ! ( Japanese martial arts terminal figure which has been established in a premature story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua Spanish people for body of water



German language TRANSLATION consequence

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

Vas ? What ?



narrative ARC - In Order

Something a piddling Different
As the Twig is bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury