Hell Hath No Fury ...

Chapter 2 . . . LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

 

 

Chapter 2, Part 1

 

As Victor again takes the slack out of my left hand restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily, “Since you both resisted so well last time, I’ll have to be more persuasive.  You’re going to be sorry 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 have a choice.”

 

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

 

“Now, how do I want to configure things?”  He glances from me to the monitors.  “Let’s let Jimmy listen, but not see what’s going on or be able to make himself heard.”  He sets the controls.  “Do we want to be able to watch his reactions?  Nah.  They’re pretty predictable, aren’t they?  I hurt you.  He gets all upset.” 

 

The monitors go black.  

 

“Do you two ever play with electricity, fairy boy?”

 

“Vas?”

 

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

 

“Vhat do you mean?”

 

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

 

It does not look particularly impressive.  Just a sort of a handle with a clear glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable.  When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet color.  It looks like a very small version of those plasma globes in science museums, where the sparks follow your fingers around on the surface of the globe.

 

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

 

“Uh – ja,” I reply uncertainly.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

No.  He goes to my lower abdomen, following the 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 last session, I am certainly not about to give in  easily this time.  I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan.  I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly.  I hear again his screams. 

 

With this image held firmly in my mind, 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 play the same game we played last time, are we?  Let’s just see about that.”

 

The sparks dance rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum. 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Want to take a guess, baby?”  When I cannot come up with anything, he continues.  “I’ll give you a hint:  this is a medical device that’s used to get semen from a man who cannot ejaculate, for one reason or another, if he wishes to father a child.”

 

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

 

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

 

He sets the probe down on the cart.

 

“There’s something real handy about this table, baby.  The time has come for me to show it to you.”  He fiddles with something that I cannot see and the entire section that is usually between my legs folds down, taking my tail along with it.  I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my legs bent at the knees.

 

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

 

I do not thank him.  My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting semen from prize bulls.  It did not appear 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 find the right position near my prostate.

 

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

 

My mouth drops open in dismay.  “No!  You vould not –“

 

“Sure I would.  Unlike you, he’s pretty much indestructible, remember?” 

 

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box.  “The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couple of seconds.  Then repeat that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight tries.  That seems too quick for me, so I’ll start at the lowest setting and work my way up.  That should give you a chance to savor the experience properly.  I’m even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum.”

 

At first, it is not unpleasant at all.  Rather nice, actually.  But I know that will not last.  I am proven right after only a few increases in power.  There appears to be a point where the feeling of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscles changes into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt.  I know electricity 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 spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to turn themselves inside out.  My entire lower body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably.  I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

 

“Oh, nice,” Victor croons.  “You’re making me real hot.  Keep it up.”

 

Eventually, I am screaming.

 

“Okay, fairy 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 louder and longer each time, until finally I cannot stop my body from reacting.

 

“That’s good, baby.  A few more times and you should be fairly well emptied out.”

 

“Bitte, nein!  Nicht mehr!  Hör auf!”

 

“Sorry.  Don’t know what you’re saying.”  He pushes the button again. 

 

“Stop!  Yyaahhh!”

 

“That was a good one.  Just a couple more and we’ll be done.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Here, let me see if I can help you out a little.”  His hands press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscles 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 time, 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 face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed.  Wait a minute.  It would also get Victor killed.  No, not if he is here with me.  It is only the bomb in Logan’s room that is supposed to be powerful enough to kill someone with that same healing factor, so it would only kill 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 curses, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and turn it into German as best I can remember it.   

 

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

 

No one can accuse 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 hang by day and burn by night.

 

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

 

His other 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 breath, 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 settings on the monitoring system.  I can see the rage on Logan’s face and hear his ragged breathing.

 

“Maybe Jimmy’ll have enough sense to give me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you.”   He glances at Logan’s image.  “What do you say, lover?  You going to be more cooperative?”

 

“Go fuck yourself!” is his only reply.

 

Victor snarls.  I hear the click of the remote again.  “There.  Now you can see and hear what I do to Jimmy, but he won’t be able to see or hear you.” 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

So once again, I can do nothing but watch and listen as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a time, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have.  Eventually, of course, he is made to ejaculate several times, just as I had been.  I do not know if the current was enough to stop 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 head drooping on his chest.  As far as I can tell, he is breathing.  Then the monitors go black and the speaker falls silent.

 

 

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

 

“Brought you something for dinner, fairy boy, but it’s not exactly a sirloin steak.”

 

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

 

“More like yours, mine, and ours.  I jerked myself off a couple of times watching the recordings of recent events.”

 

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

 

“Most of it is mine, you know.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“You are calling me disgusting?!”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

I am glad simply to be able to see him and to know he is essentially in one piece.  I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and begin 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 pleasure, because some of it vas yours.  You?”

 

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

 

“I guess he did not like that very much.”

 

“Understatement, darlin’.”  Then he starts swearing bitterly.

 

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

 

“I should have been able to stop him from making me come.”

 

“Vhy?  I could not.  You are being too hard on yourself, mein –“ just in time, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want Victor to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan’s attention during my bouts of 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 responsibility?”

 

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

 

“You cannot 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 sole responsibility, and the guilt that comes vith it vhen you fail.”

 

“Well, I can’t see that I’m doin’ very good at getting’ us outta this mess so far.  I’m just as helpless against Victor as you are.”

 

I do not 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 just stayed with him.  Deep down, I’m as vicious as he is.  The two of us belong together.”

 

“Never say that!  It is not true!”

 

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

 

“Kurt, listen.  If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, promise me that you’ll take it, and not worry about me.”



 

“Nein.”

 

“You gotta, especially if you think you’re in mortal danger.  No matter what happens to me, save yourself.  I’m likely to survive anyway.”

 

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

 

“Well –” he glances down uneasily at the floor below him. “Yeah.  Probably.”

 

I raise an eyebrow.  “Only probably?”

 

“I suppose if I were blown into too many pieces, and those pieces were deliberately separated and scattered far apart –”  He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main point.  “Promise me, Elf.  I need to know that you’ll save yourself, if at all possible.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“I’ll get you out of here, one way or another,” he says.  “Trust me.”

 

“Alvays vill I trust you.  Never doubt that.”

 

Victor’s voice comes over the speakers.  “All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds.  Next thing I know, you’ll be professing your eternal love and devotion to each other.  Enough, already!”

 

With that, he cuts off both video and audio.  We are alone, with nothing but our thoughts, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting.  Although I now have a rough idea of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few things I must know before I dare try it.  There are too many unknowns, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer 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 fate, if I cannot escape, nor on Logan’s, but it is hard to keep such considerations out of my head.

 

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

 

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

 

Every 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 vice versa.  Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any great distance.  It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two buildings, as he claims, but I cannot prove it to be impossible from the elapsed time.  However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the threat of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill Victor also. 

 

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

 

There are too many unknowns.  I need more answers.

 

 

Chapter 2, Part 2

 

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

 

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

 

Victor starts teasing me with the points of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then next to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus.  It does not hurt, since he is using very little pressure.  In fact, it feels all too good.  If I did not know the horrors those terrible claws could do, I would find 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 touch sends shivers 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, baby?” Victor asks, his voice sarcastically sweet.  “Did I hit a tender spot?”

 

“No.  You are tickling me.”

 

He presses harder against that sensitive area.  “You’re not laughing.  Are you sure it just tickles?”

 

“I am too scared to laugh.”

 

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

 

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

 

However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable.  It is so easy for someone to grab me that way, as I cannot see what is happening behind me.

 

“You don’t like this much, do you?”

 

“How vould you know?”

 

He taps a finger against his nose.  “Same way Jimmy does.  I’ve got that enhanced sense of smell also.”

 

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

 

He is still intent on handling my tail, much to my dismay.  It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, bend it a little, whatever he wants.  My hips are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to take 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 have this nice leather blindfold in my pocket.  Maybe you’ll enjoy things more if you can’t see what I’m doing.” 

 

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

 

The blindfold is all too effective.  I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it.  I know the sort of apprehension this creates, as some of my childhood customers did it to me.  Since one cannot see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so.  However, knowing this does not make me feel a whole lot better about it.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Or maybe here?  Or here?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker part, where there’s more meat to work with.  How about this?  Is this a good place?”

 

Now he is right up near where my tail begins.  It truly is more sensitive 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 real pretty, don’t you?”

 

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

 

“Yeah, I think you’d enjoy that sort of thing.”

 

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

 

“Hold real still now.  I’d hate to slip while I’m doing this.  After all, we want a nice straight line, don’t we?”

 

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

 

“Kurt, don’t believe him!” Logan’s voice shouts 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.  Victor, however, is not happy.

 

“Jimmy, you just spoiled my little game.  Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you’re going to watch me use this needle on your blue friend here, in a 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 various gauges.  You do know that the higher the number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right?  And vice versa?”

 

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

 

“I’ve been using a 14 gauge, but I think we’ll begin with something smaller, since I’ll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up higher as I go.  I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I’m going to use the fancy needles that have decorations on them.”

 

“Decorations?”  This concept is new to me.

 

“Yep.  They’ve got things like – no, I won’t tell you.  It will be a surprise when it’s finished.”

 

“I do not like surprises.”

 

I hear him laugh.  “Oh, you’ll like this one.  It will mean I’m finished.”

 

I hear faint jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of 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 poor tail, where it comes to a fairly sharp point.  “Hold still now.  There’s not a lot of loose skin for me to work with.”

 

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

 

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

 

“Oh, yeah.  This will look real sweet.  The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby.”

 

Like I really want to know that.

 

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

 

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each time when the diameter of the needle gets larger.  By the time he is close to the place where my tail meets my body, 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 tail, fairy 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 think?  Are you finished making a pin cushion out of me?”

 

“Oh, no.  The best is yet to come.”  

 

He takes hold of my penis, pinching the 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!  Geh zum Teufel!”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Now we get to the really fun part.”

 

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

 

“Don’t worry, boy.  It’s only a 25 and it’s very short.  You’ll hardly feel it, even though I’ll be sticking it straight in.”  I hear a low chuckle.  He continues on, and I realize he’s only doing it to make me wait, while I anticipate what is to come.  “I’m very good at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into real pain, so don’t bother 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 stay 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 decorations attached to each of the needles.  Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis.  All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar things:  the image of a tiny cat, several kinds of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly.  And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather!

 

I am well and truly flummoxed!

 

“Well?” Victor asks impatiently.

 

“Umm – Es ist sehr schön.  I mean, it is very pretty.”

 

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

 

Victor’s eyes follow mine.  “What do you think, Jimmy?  Didn’t believe I had an artistic streak, did you?”

 

Logan just shakes his head.

 

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

 

“Uh –it all looks just fine the way it is.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“No!  Victor, please!”

 

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

 

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

 

“That’s the first half of the letter.  Now we’ll do the second half.”

 

I clench my teeth and try not to flinch.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Victor has reached that sensitive spot now.  Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the entire area in a circular motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my entire groin.  I cannot help but groan.

 

 “You like that, fairy boy?”

 

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

 

His hand shifts to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers.  Another mixture of pain and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles.  As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire begin to make itself felt deep inside me.  No!  Not now!

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Oh, yeah?  How recently?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Let’s see you relax and enjoy this, smartass.”  

 

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the base, holding me in place.  “Hold still, dammit!  Don’t give me a hard time, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo.  I know an interesting little variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking.  Maybe you’d like for me to show it to you.”

 

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

 

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

 

“Your scream of ecstasy would very quickly turn into a scream of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your guts around my fingers.”  He glances over at Logan’s image.  “You look as if you’ve got something to say, Jimmy.  Here.  I’ll switch the audio back on, if you promise to be polite.”

 

“Victor, no!!”

 

“No what, Jimmy?”

 

“Please!!  I’m beggin’ you!  Do what you want to me, but don’t do that to him!”

 

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

 

He grinds it against me, beginning to spread me open.   “Now, I’ll ask you that question again.  What did Jimmy let you do to him?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Yes.  And I’d take it from him again before I’d take it from you.”

 

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

 

“Shut up, Kurt!  Shut up now!!”

 

But it is too late.  Victor turns to the camera, his face set in a snarl.  “All right, you two have really pissed me off big time.  I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, Jimmy.”  He turns back to me.  “As for you, you damn blue faggot, this is what you get.”

 

As he shoves the butt plug in the rest of the way, I feel something tear inside me and cannot suppress my scream.  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 forms of mayhem.

 

Victor ignores us both.

 

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

 

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

 

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my left hand as he usually does.  Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when Victor appears in the other room.  Even at a fast run, he could not have covered much distance in such a short time.  Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am.  That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I cannot imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated.  However, there may well be sensors in my restraints that would detect my sudden absence in order that some other sort of less lethal booby trap would be sprung.

 

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

 

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

 

“Shut up now and pay attention.  Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my hand into him and then driving my claws through his guts?” 

 

His smile is more than usually vicious 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 nothing about it, other than watch and pray. I yell “Noooo!”

 

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

 

I can only retch as Logan bellows his agony.  I force my eyes 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, tears flowing down my face and sobs racking my body.  His lips form my name, just before he finally passes out.

 

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“I can’t stand to see ya hurting like this.”

 

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

 

“Let me try something that might help, OK?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“It vas not –“ I begin.

 

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

 

“Victor can hear us,” I object, opening my eyes to get Logan’s attention.

 

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

 

“I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue.  Pretend I’ve got a cock as big around as my upper arm and just as long.  Don’t laugh, darlin’.  Just pretend.  I’m huge and hard and I’m shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin’ you wider than you’ve ever been before, and you’re taking me deeper and deeper into your 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 hurt.  Imagine you can hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you’re taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I’m kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I’m hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not pain.  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 accept it, because you know how very much I need it.  And I can tell it’s hurtin’ you a lot, since your cock is barely hard.  Much as I want to give you pleasure, I cannot.  All I can do is cause pain, and that tears me up inside, but I can’t stop. 

 

“It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you.  I’m about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also.  One of my hands moves up to your chest, my fingers spread wide to touch and rub those tender nipples.  I wrap my other hand around your dick, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit.  You gasp as your body responds.  I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild.  I can’t hold back.  I can’t – but I must, I must.          

 

“My fingers work you frantically now.  Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless attack, pulling me in deeper.  I can hold out no longer.  With a few more strokes, I take my release deep within you.  I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to catch 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 less, 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 eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

 

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

 

“The sex is over.  I get up and go into our bathroom 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 tightness of the muscles I can feel beneath my hands.  And they do relax, a little, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you. 

 

“I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower attachment while the water runs down the drain.  I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have.  I support you as you use the toilet, then carry you back to bed.  I tuck the quilt 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 closed eyelids.  I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scar that stretches from one side to the other.  I know that’s where it hurts, and I want so much to make it stop.  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 cannot also heal the ones you love.  All I can do is hold you close and hope that I may never have to let you go.  Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh.  Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time.  Your head lolls against my chest.  And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn.”

 

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

 

 

 

Chapter 2, Part 3

 

Yes, there is surely something wrong.  It is harder for me to think straight, what with the steady ache deep inside me, on top of my other accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be.  But I cannot even reach for the water bottle, since Victor did not free my hand at all last time.  Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer.  In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the thought of food.  These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavity and causing infection.  My time is clearly running out.  I cannot afford to play games with Victor much longer.  One way or the other, this must end soon.

 

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

 

“I made you bleed again, didn’t I?” he inquires with false concern.  “Sorry about that.”

 

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

 

“All right, enough of that shit.”

 

Giving in to one of the strange quirks of mischief that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish curse.  “Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck!”

 

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

 

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

 

“Now, what shall it be for today, fairy boy?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Aw, looks as if I spilled most of it.”  He tosses the empty 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 Logan watching us intently  “– but that’s not in the picture.”

 

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

 

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

 

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

 

“Come on, Victor, is that the best you can think of?  Do you seriously believe I’d be that ashamed to drink your pee?  Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it? If so, you greatly underestimate me.  Let’s stop playing children’s games and get down to the real thing.  Fuck me! Shove your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it.  Let’s get this over with, right now.”

 

“My, my.  The little fairy boy is anxious for it, is he?  He wants to feel my big cock inside him.  Maybe I’ll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you’re so hot for me.  But first I want to have a little fun.”

 

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

 

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

 

O Gott, now I am in for it!

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I scream and say it again.

 

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

 

He leans down, fastening his mouth over my right nipple and sucking.  At first, it feels nice.  I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief respite.  I feel a hand reach for my other nipple, pinching it lightly.  If the rest of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant.  But the small amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

 

Slowly, Victor increases how hard he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me.  It goes past the point of pleasure and turns into pain.  At last, 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 spot just below my tail that he burned during our last session.

 

“Schwein!  Scheisskerl!”

 

“Now, now.  I thought you liked being touched there.”

 

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

 

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

 

“Hell, fairy boy, by the time you feel my cock 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 sure 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 manage.  “Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me come vith Jimmy 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 much fun with you these days.  Maybe I’ll keep you alive a little longer.  Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement.  What do you say, fairy boy?  How much is your life worth to you?”

 

“Not enough to spend it vith a creature like you.”

 

“Now, now, that’s not very friendly.”

 

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

 

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

 

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his eyes 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 understand why.  Now I think I know.

 

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

 

“What did you say?”

 

“I said, ‘You love Jimmy.’”

 

“You’re crazy.”

 

“Nein.  In your own tvisted vay, you love him.”

 

“You’ve seen the things I do to him.  That’s not love.”

 

“It is the only kind of love you know.”  I let him think about that a moment.  “That is vhy you hate me so.  Jimmy loves me, not you.  You cannot stand that.”

 

“Shut up, fairy boy.”

 

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

 

“Shut up, you little shit!  I’m warning you –“

 

“Varning me of vhat?  You already intend to kill me.”

 

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

 

“Nein.  You vill not dare.  The longer Jimmy sees vhat you’re doing to me, the more he vill hate you.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Because as long as I am alive, there is a chance he might find that out and go back to me.  Besides, you hate me too much.   You cannot stand the idea that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you.”

 

He places his hand flat on my abdomen.  “You’d better stop now while you’re ahead.  Unless you want Jimmy to hear you scream some more.” 

 

This is not what I wanted.  “It does not really matter how loudly I scream.  Jimmy vill still not love you.”  I meet his eyes directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to.  “Perhaps you are afraid to fuck me, because you might find out you like it.  Do you think I have not noticed how hard you get vhile you’re playing vith me?  Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me better than you like screwing Jimmy.”

 

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

 

“Go ahead, big man.  Do it.  Maybe it vill make Jimmy jealous, 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 glowing eyes at him, giving him an arrogant glare.  “Or maybe you cannot do it, after all.  Maybe you are so hung up on Jimmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else.  Is that it?”

 

“You’d better just shut your mouth, you damn Kraut.  You’re only getting yourself in deeper.”

 

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

 

Logan interrupts us. “Kurt, stop it!  You don’t know what you’re doin’!”

 

I do not take 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 choicer German epithets into his face.

 

“Victor, don’t listen to him!  Please!  He doesn’t mean it!  You’ve driven him crazy!”

 

Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any further, I add one more furious ‘curse’.  “Matte!  Hab ‘nen Plan!  Sei bereit!”

 

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

 

He adjusts the table, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the edge, and my legs are bent 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, fairy 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 weapon of sorts, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than normal.  This is clearly what Victor intends.

 

I close my eyes and try to clear my mind in order to focus 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 butt plug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“That’s it, boy!  Take it all the way!  Oh, yeah!!!”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

The door on the other side of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious living quarters but no windows.  The door at the end is locked.

 

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

 

If this is indeed where he is being held, I know what it looks like inside and can safely teleport.  If not – Well, if not, it does not matter.  If Victor 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 safe spot. I cross myself and teleport.

 

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

 

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

 

There is an open field, 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 manage.

 

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle.  I cannot see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an opening under one of the larger trees, so I take us there.  In this manner, I teleport us several more times.  Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted. 

 

Finally I have to stop.   My knees go weak.  Logan wraps an arm around my waist 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 vomit, as I realize what I have to do next.  “Logan, you must help –“

 

This time he cuts me off.  “I know, darlin’.  I know.  I’ll be as careful as I can, but this is gonna hurt.”  He picks up a stick and breaks off a short piece.  “Here, bite down on this.  I don’t want your teeth to do any more damage to your mouth.  Now, push as hard as you can.”

 

My teeth go right through the stick as I try to obey.  Even so he has to open me further with his fingers in order to get a grasp on the ragged and torn flesh of Victor’s penis inside my rectum.  I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not move.  I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.

 

“Shit!” he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log.  “I know I split ya open again.  I just hope there’s no worse damage deep inside.  Lie still.  I’m gonna see if I can find something to stop the bleeding.”

 

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

 

He is back in a moment.

 

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

 

I nod.  “Just – make sure – the spider is not – still in it.”

 

“No jokes.  Not now.”  I feel him spread my buttocks and pack 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 make sure you never do anything to deserve it.”

 

“No worries on that account, Elf.”

 

“Victor – he vill grow it back?”

 

“Yeah.  It may take a few hours and it will hurt a lot, but he will.  Don’t lose any sleep over him.”

 

“Ve must get avay from here.”

 

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

 

“I have not!”

 

He proceeds down the length of my tail, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis.  The last one to go is the one sticking into my glans.  That hurts more than I had expected.  A drop of 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 bearings.  “OK, we’ve gotta 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 kilometers, I think.”  I prop myself up a bit and look around, then point.

 

Logan leans forward over me.  “Then we’ll go in the opposite direction.  Put your arms around my neck, I’m gonna carry you.”

 

“I can –“

 

“No, ya can’t.  Do as I say.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Kurt!  Elf!!  C’mon, darlin’!  I need you here!  Kurt, please!!”

 

His 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 disturbance.  I am so comfortable here.  No pain, no fear, just a fog of nothingness.  But the voice is relentless.  He jogs me slightly.  A sharp spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

 

“Logan, vas --?”  I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my mind back into alertness.  Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us.  Bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the bank of a wide stretch of water.

 

“I’m sorry, darlin’, but I gotta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to cross this river or not.  I’m gonna have to set you down so I can climb one of these trees, and I don’t want ya lyin’ here unconscious and vulnerable.  Do ya understand me?”



 

“Ja, I understand,” I assure him.

 

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

 

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

 

He is covered with cuts and welts from insect bites, in varying stages of healing.  For the matter of that, so am I.  But that is the least of my worries.  My gut aches, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with cold, 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 leave him in ignorance for now.  He has enough to worry about.

 

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

 

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

 

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree trunk in his hurry to reach the ground.  Excitement and relief mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“I think I can do it, but cannot be certain,” I admit.

 

He makes an effort to smile, adding a sardonic snort.  “Same thing I’d say about my ability to swim across, darlin’.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the palm of his hands and holds it to my lips.  I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help.  After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head.  “No more right now, darlin’.  Even if the water’s OK, you may throw up.  Give it a few minutes and I’ll get you more.”

 

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

 

“How long have ve been out here, mein Schatz?”

 

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

 

“Victor could be following us by now, nicht wahr?”

 

“Yes.  If he can find our scent to begin with, he’ll be on our trail.”

 

“And he vill be madder than hell.”

 

“’Fraid so, darlin’.”

 

Silence falls over us again.  The water sits heavy in my stomach, but shows no real sign of coming up.  I place one hand on my abdomen, pressing gently.  It feels hard as a board.  Not 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 diagnosis I have made for myself.  That is all.”

 

“I don’t need to ask you for your conclusion.  If you’ve decided that you’re not in very good shape, you’re right.  I can pick up that much from your scent,” he says, without meeting my eyes.

 

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

 

A few more handfuls of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small 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 arms and I know nothing more.

 

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Licking dry lips, 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 eyes 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 alive and well.

 

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of water to my lips, helping me hold my head 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 live.  I think.”

 

His worry breaks into a broad smile.  “Ya damn well better, after all the effort I went to luggin’ yer carcass through the jungle.”

 

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

 

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

 

“I vill,” I assure him.

 

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

 

“Logan –“

 

“Don’t fight it, Elf.  I’ll look out for ya.  You know that.”

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

GERMAN TRANSLATION

 

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

 

Kein mehr!  Hör auf!             No more!  Stop!

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

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

Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck!

You should grow like an onion, with your head in the dirt!

Verdammt!  Geh zum Teufel!

Damn!  Go to the Devil!

 

Es ist sehr schön.        It’s very beautiful.

 

Schwein!  Scheisskerl!                   Pig!  Filthy creature!

 

Schweinhund               Pig-dog

 

Matte! 

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

 

Hab ‘nen Plan!             I have a plan! 

(Colloquilism for “Ich habe einen Plan.”)

 

Sei bereit!           Be ready!

 

Senhorita/Senhor       Portuguese for Mr/Miss

 

Agua          Spanish for water