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Chapter 37
Tears alert!
Chapter 37
Nausea rolled through Kurt’s stomach and his head and face throbbed. Confusion marred his thoughts, muddled his brain. He tried to open his eyes, but the effort sickened him. He moaned and tried to stay very still.
Hands touched his face and turned his head sending an explosion of pain from his brain straight down his spine. He wanted toch bch but couldn’t find the strength to do even that. Another moan escaped him and the hand stroked his hair, fingers tracing his face, moving down his body.
Kurt tried to move, but something held him down, holding his wrists at his sides and his ankles flat against some hard surface. Finally, he opened his eyes and a blur of colors washed across his vision, slowly stabilizing into a person. He closed his eyes again, willing the nausea away. His effort was of little use, another wave slapping him hard until he moaned again.
“Careful, little demon. Careful.”
The voice sounded with haunting familiarity.
Kurt opened his eyes again and the face of Bolivar Trask came into focus, smiling down at him with that smug smile. And standing just behind him was Sabertooth, that primal sneer plastered on his face.
“No!” Kurt jerked against his restraints to no avail then tried to teleport without really thinking where go. go. That oh so familiar agony of the collar raked his body and he cried out in pain and terror. “No!” he screamed again, trying to rise, but the collar held him down, fastened to the table he lay on.
He lay panting, praying this was a horrible dream...one of many he was prone to having, but something about this one felt more real. The pain felt real.
The hand touched him again, caressing his face. Kurt jerked away and opened his eyes to stare up into Trask’s sadistic gaze.
“This can’t be happening,” Kurt whispered. “Please, God, don’t let this be happening.”
“That’s pretty audacious...a demon praying to God. But then even the devil can pray.” Trask’s mouth pulled into a smirk. “But it won’t help you. Nobody’s going to help you. And you are my trap to lead Logan to his doom.”
Kurt shook his head. Now Trask had Sabertooth working for him.
Trask ran a hand over Kurt’s bare shoulder, trailing down his arm. Once again, Kurt’s clothing had been stripped from him while he was unconscious. Once again, his image inducer had been stolen from him.
“I had every intention of killing you the first time I had you. Thought I’d be doing the world a favor by ridding it of a mutant. But events conspired differently and you escaped me. Now, I think perhaps there was a reason.”
Trask’s gaze traced the line of Kurt’s body, watching his own hand run down over Kurt’s chest and stomach, skim along his hip and caress his thigh. Kurt strained against his restraints, knowing it was futile but needing to try anyway.
“How strange you are. And compelling,” Trask said, as if to himself. “I think, instead of killing you, I’ll make a pet of you. Yes, my little pet demon. So instead of you dying, it will be your precious Logan. And if he won’t die...there are w fat fates than death.”
“You’re insane,” Kurt said, breathlessly.
With raised eyebrows, Trask met Kurt’s gaze. “Am I? Then you should be very frightened indeed.” Trask’s eyes moved over him again, hand reaching up to stroke the fur on Kurt face. Then his fingers searched out a precise placement along Kurt’s jaw. “You know, when breaking a man, one must start small. It’s a slow process if you do it right.” With strong fingers, Trask pressed into Kurt’s face. A flash of pain shot through Kurt’s head, skewering his brain. “And far more satisfying.”
Kurt cried out and tried to jerk away, but Trask had him in a firm grip, thumb pressing in till Kurt thought his skull would cave in. Trask released his hold and gently stroked Kurt’s hair.
“You see how simply it starts?”
Kurt didn’t answer. What was there to say to such an insane question?
Behind Trask, Sabertooth caught his eye, daring him to blink. The man licked his lips, tongue sliding over his fangs suggestively. Kurt closed his eyes.
Trask’s hand stroked down Kurt’s neck to his shoulder and the fingers pressed in again, a blossoming pain spreading down Kurt’s arm and across his chest. He gasped out a breathless cry and panted out his pain.
The processed continued, down Kurt’s arm to the elbow, another shot of agony reaching his fingers. Then other places, his knee and ankle then back up to the inside of his thigh. Trask’s smile grew sly and his fingers stroked gently at the joint where the body and thigh met, oh so close to Kurt’s genitals.
Kurt’s breath was ragged now with the fear of the next placement of pain. Trask pressed in and the agony spread through Kurt’s groin and hip, streaming down his leg.
“Please stop!” Kurt cried out, the pain throbbing through him, roll after roll of agony.
Trask released his hold and bent over him, a finger tracing Kurt’s ear from the point to the lobe.
“It’s too soon for begging. This is only the beginning. If you beg now, what will you do later...when it’s so much worse?”
Kurt swallowed down a sob. “Why...why do you want to do this to me? Why do...you want to hurt me? Why do you want to hurt Logan?”
“Hmmm, a fair question,” Trask stated and stood straight again. His face went solemn for a moment then the sadist’s smile returned. His hand ran down Kurt’s body again, moving to the other thigh and pressed in. “Because I so enjoy it.”
*****************
Kurt shivered, his muscles so tense they ached. Yet, his mind felt muddled, dull with drugs they’d injected into him. Trask wasn’t taking any chances this time. If somehow he managed to get out of the collar, the drugs would keep him too doped up to “port.”
He lay on the floor of his cell, feeling sick from all the tests they had put him through again. Trask insiinsisted on it with sadistic glee. Pay backs for destro his his data. Humiliation stung Kurt’s pride and the fear of what came next ate at his courage, for he was certain Trask had something special in mind for him now that the man had decided not to kill him.
Make a pet out of him?
Anger rose up inside of Kurt at being treated like an animal. Even an animal shouldn’t be treated so horribly.
He shifted his weight, dragging the shackles around his ankles with him, anotsecusecurity measure or maybe just another tool on the way to breaking him.
And what about Sabertooth? What part was he going to play in all this? Then it came to Kurt. Sabertooth was as much a lure as he was, something to draw Logan into the trap Trask was laying for him.
So what was Sabertooth’s payment? Logan, of course.
Oh Logan, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. And I know you. You’ll run straight into a trap because of me.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, stopping outside Kurt’s cell door. In spite of the drugs, Kurt pushed up to sit. He didn’t want to meet his next tormentors lying down, nor did he want them to think he’d break so easily.
Sabertooth stood there, filling the doorway. He stepped in and slammed the door closed with a thud.
Make that two payments.
“I remember you, little boy,” Sabertooth said, stripping off his long vest and stepping closer. “You gave me a hard way to go up in the North Country a while back. You and that little Kitty bitch got in my way big time. Too bad she’s not here too. I’d have her for lunch and save you for supper.”
Kurt crouched now, but had nowhere to go with his ankles chained. “I suppose, an apology wouldn’t help?” Kurt asked, his throat tight around his words.
Sabertooth smiled, showing fangs. “Not a chance, pretty boy. Your little ass is mine.”
Kurt drew in a gasping breath and flinched away from Sabertooth’s grasping hands. He scrambled back, suddenly stopped by his shackles and Sabertooth gripped his arms, slamming Kurt to the floor.
“Too bad you’re clothes are already gone. I’d have enjoyed ripping them off of you.”
“No!” Kurt screamed. “Let go...of me!”
But Sabertooth had no intentions of releasing him. He straddled Kurt, pinning him with a massive muscular body.
“Why are...you working for Trask?” Kurt demanded, his struggle futile but necessary. “He...hates...mutants!”
Sabertooth dragged Kurt’s arms up over his head and pinned his wrists with one huge hand. The other reached for Kurt’s face, stilling his struggles.
“Cause he hates Logan almost as much as I do. And the pay ain’t so bad either,” Sabertooth snarled and pressed forward, catching Kurt’s mouth with his own. Clawed fingers worked Kurt’s jaws, forcing his lips apart and a foul breath filled Kurt’s mouth. Fangs bit into his lower lip sending a stream of blood down the back of his throat. Kurt choked and bucked and spat when Sabertooth released his mouth.
No! Not again! This can’t happen again!
But Sabertooth’s hold on him was like a vice, pinning him in all the right places. Sabertooth’s teeth sank into Kurt’s shoulder and he screamed and writhed. If Sabertooth decided to rip out his throat right now, there’s was nothing Kurt could do to stop him.
Helplessness wrapped around Kurt, baring his soul to the despair in his heart. That terrible hopeless feeling filled up the crevices, saturating him with terror.
Kurt felt Sabertooth’s fangs seeking his jugular, going in for the kill perhaps.
“Don’t kill him, Creed,” Trask’s stern voice echoed through the intercom system. “I’ll have your head if you kill him.”
So Trask was enjoying the show again. Perverted bastard.
Sabertooth lifted his head to the remote camera in the corner and snarled, but he didn’t go back to Kurt’s neck. The big mutant sat up and turned Kurt over with a quick flip.
Kurt renewed his struggle, but just as quickly Sabertooth had his wrists pinned high against his back, his tail tucked in the grip for good measure.
“I hear you’re Logan’s bitch now,” Sabertooth growled into his ear, tongue licking out at the tip and running to his lobe.
Kurt shuddered at the intimate touch, his body growing more tense with terror and anticipation.
“Well, what was Logan’s is mine now. I’ve marked you as mine.”
Blood flowed down Kurt’s chin, dripping to the floor and his shoulder throbbed with each pump of his heart.
He felt the man working his belt and pants then Sabertooth’s cock pressed against Kurt’s hole, ramming into him hard, the angle deliberate to hurt him. Kurt cried out, unable to hold back, the pain pervading his nerve endings. Kurt knew he shouldn’t stiffen, but his muscles contracted against this unwanted entry, the pain surging through him, nothing at all like when he and Logan made love.
“Did you like it...hard with Logan?” Sabertooth grunted into his ear with a thrust. “Yeah, that’s the way... the old man would do it. Real hard. Did he...fuck you till you screamed? I bet you did, you little...demon slut. Scream for me.”
And Kurt did, screaming out his agony, crying out his despair. But the rape went on until Sabertooth came in a series of hard, frantic thrusts, nails dug into Kurt’s hip.
“Did he...fuck you...like that?” Sabertooth asked, leaning up close. Teeth bit into Kurt’s neck, but Kurt just flinched, all his pain already taken up elsewhere. Sabertooth growled a laugh and pulled out of him.
Kurt lay panting, the floor beneath his cheek wet with his blood and the tears that still welled up in his eyes. He tried to close his mind to what had just occurred, trying to block out the pain and humiliation, but the images did battle inside his muddled brain, spinning and cascading out of control.
Sabertooth released his hold and climbed off of Kurt, pulling his clothes together and shrugging on his discarded vest.
Then Sabertooth was beside him, yanking Kurt up by his hair and turning him over with a rough jerk.
“You think this is it, pretty boy? Don’t you believe it. This goes on until I have Logan then I’ll hand you over to Trask and you can be his little pet like he wants.”
Kurt stared up into a gaze full of pure malice, sadism second nature to this man.
Sabertooth opened his hand and let Kurt drop back to the floor. Kurt listened to the door open and close and knew Sabertooth was gone. Yet he could still smell the man’s lingering scent, musky with sex. Kurt’s stomach rolled and his body ached.
Tears pushed at his eyelids and he let them fall, puddling beneath his cheek on the floor. He closed his eyes and imagined himself in Logan’s strong arms, safe in a loving embrace.
Chapter 37
Nausea rolled through Kurt’s stomach and his head and face throbbed. Confusion marred his thoughts, muddled his brain. He tried to open his eyes, but the effort sickened him. He moaned and tried to stay very still.
Hands touched his face and turned his head sending an explosion of pain from his brain straight down his spine. He wanted toch bch but couldn’t find the strength to do even that. Another moan escaped him and the hand stroked his hair, fingers tracing his face, moving down his body.
Kurt tried to move, but something held him down, holding his wrists at his sides and his ankles flat against some hard surface. Finally, he opened his eyes and a blur of colors washed across his vision, slowly stabilizing into a person. He closed his eyes again, willing the nausea away. His effort was of little use, another wave slapping him hard until he moaned again.
“Careful, little demon. Careful.”
The voice sounded with haunting familiarity.
Kurt opened his eyes again and the face of Bolivar Trask came into focus, smiling down at him with that smug smile. And standing just behind him was Sabertooth, that primal sneer plastered on his face.
“No!” Kurt jerked against his restraints to no avail then tried to teleport without really thinking where go. go. That oh so familiar agony of the collar raked his body and he cried out in pain and terror. “No!” he screamed again, trying to rise, but the collar held him down, fastened to the table he lay on.
He lay panting, praying this was a horrible dream...one of many he was prone to having, but something about this one felt more real. The pain felt real.
The hand touched him again, caressing his face. Kurt jerked away and opened his eyes to stare up into Trask’s sadistic gaze.
“This can’t be happening,” Kurt whispered. “Please, God, don’t let this be happening.”
“That’s pretty audacious...a demon praying to God. But then even the devil can pray.” Trask’s mouth pulled into a smirk. “But it won’t help you. Nobody’s going to help you. And you are my trap to lead Logan to his doom.”
Kurt shook his head. Now Trask had Sabertooth working for him.
Trask ran a hand over Kurt’s bare shoulder, trailing down his arm. Once again, Kurt’s clothing had been stripped from him while he was unconscious. Once again, his image inducer had been stolen from him.
“I had every intention of killing you the first time I had you. Thought I’d be doing the world a favor by ridding it of a mutant. But events conspired differently and you escaped me. Now, I think perhaps there was a reason.”
Trask’s gaze traced the line of Kurt’s body, watching his own hand run down over Kurt’s chest and stomach, skim along his hip and caress his thigh. Kurt strained against his restraints, knowing it was futile but needing to try anyway.
“How strange you are. And compelling,” Trask said, as if to himself. “I think, instead of killing you, I’ll make a pet of you. Yes, my little pet demon. So instead of you dying, it will be your precious Logan. And if he won’t die...there are w fat fates than death.”
“You’re insane,” Kurt said, breathlessly.
With raised eyebrows, Trask met Kurt’s gaze. “Am I? Then you should be very frightened indeed.” Trask’s eyes moved over him again, hand reaching up to stroke the fur on Kurt face. Then his fingers searched out a precise placement along Kurt’s jaw. “You know, when breaking a man, one must start small. It’s a slow process if you do it right.” With strong fingers, Trask pressed into Kurt’s face. A flash of pain shot through Kurt’s head, skewering his brain. “And far more satisfying.”
Kurt cried out and tried to jerk away, but Trask had him in a firm grip, thumb pressing in till Kurt thought his skull would cave in. Trask released his hold and gently stroked Kurt’s hair.
“You see how simply it starts?”
Kurt didn’t answer. What was there to say to such an insane question?
Behind Trask, Sabertooth caught his eye, daring him to blink. The man licked his lips, tongue sliding over his fangs suggestively. Kurt closed his eyes.
Trask’s hand stroked down Kurt’s neck to his shoulder and the fingers pressed in again, a blossoming pain spreading down Kurt’s arm and across his chest. He gasped out a breathless cry and panted out his pain.
The processed continued, down Kurt’s arm to the elbow, another shot of agony reaching his fingers. Then other places, his knee and ankle then back up to the inside of his thigh. Trask’s smile grew sly and his fingers stroked gently at the joint where the body and thigh met, oh so close to Kurt’s genitals.
Kurt’s breath was ragged now with the fear of the next placement of pain. Trask pressed in and the agony spread through Kurt’s groin and hip, streaming down his leg.
“Please stop!” Kurt cried out, the pain throbbing through him, roll after roll of agony.
Trask released his hold and bent over him, a finger tracing Kurt’s ear from the point to the lobe.
“It’s too soon for begging. This is only the beginning. If you beg now, what will you do later...when it’s so much worse?”
Kurt swallowed down a sob. “Why...why do you want to do this to me? Why do...you want to hurt me? Why do you want to hurt Logan?”
“Hmmm, a fair question,” Trask stated and stood straight again. His face went solemn for a moment then the sadist’s smile returned. His hand ran down Kurt’s body again, moving to the other thigh and pressed in. “Because I so enjoy it.”
*****************
Kurt shivered, his muscles so tense they ached. Yet, his mind felt muddled, dull with drugs they’d injected into him. Trask wasn’t taking any chances this time. If somehow he managed to get out of the collar, the drugs would keep him too doped up to “port.”
He lay on the floor of his cell, feeling sick from all the tests they had put him through again. Trask insiinsisted on it with sadistic glee. Pay backs for destro his his data. Humiliation stung Kurt’s pride and the fear of what came next ate at his courage, for he was certain Trask had something special in mind for him now that the man had decided not to kill him.
Make a pet out of him?
Anger rose up inside of Kurt at being treated like an animal. Even an animal shouldn’t be treated so horribly.
He shifted his weight, dragging the shackles around his ankles with him, anotsecusecurity measure or maybe just another tool on the way to breaking him.
And what about Sabertooth? What part was he going to play in all this? Then it came to Kurt. Sabertooth was as much a lure as he was, something to draw Logan into the trap Trask was laying for him.
So what was Sabertooth’s payment? Logan, of course.
Oh Logan, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful. And I know you. You’ll run straight into a trap because of me.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, stopping outside Kurt’s cell door. In spite of the drugs, Kurt pushed up to sit. He didn’t want to meet his next tormentors lying down, nor did he want them to think he’d break so easily.
Sabertooth stood there, filling the doorway. He stepped in and slammed the door closed with a thud.
Make that two payments.
“I remember you, little boy,” Sabertooth said, stripping off his long vest and stepping closer. “You gave me a hard way to go up in the North Country a while back. You and that little Kitty bitch got in my way big time. Too bad she’s not here too. I’d have her for lunch and save you for supper.”
Kurt crouched now, but had nowhere to go with his ankles chained. “I suppose, an apology wouldn’t help?” Kurt asked, his throat tight around his words.
Sabertooth smiled, showing fangs. “Not a chance, pretty boy. Your little ass is mine.”
Kurt drew in a gasping breath and flinched away from Sabertooth’s grasping hands. He scrambled back, suddenly stopped by his shackles and Sabertooth gripped his arms, slamming Kurt to the floor.
“Too bad you’re clothes are already gone. I’d have enjoyed ripping them off of you.”
“No!” Kurt screamed. “Let go...of me!”
But Sabertooth had no intentions of releasing him. He straddled Kurt, pinning him with a massive muscular body.
“Why are...you working for Trask?” Kurt demanded, his struggle futile but necessary. “He...hates...mutants!”
Sabertooth dragged Kurt’s arms up over his head and pinned his wrists with one huge hand. The other reached for Kurt’s face, stilling his struggles.
“Cause he hates Logan almost as much as I do. And the pay ain’t so bad either,” Sabertooth snarled and pressed forward, catching Kurt’s mouth with his own. Clawed fingers worked Kurt’s jaws, forcing his lips apart and a foul breath filled Kurt’s mouth. Fangs bit into his lower lip sending a stream of blood down the back of his throat. Kurt choked and bucked and spat when Sabertooth released his mouth.
No! Not again! This can’t happen again!
But Sabertooth’s hold on him was like a vice, pinning him in all the right places. Sabertooth’s teeth sank into Kurt’s shoulder and he screamed and writhed. If Sabertooth decided to rip out his throat right now, there’s was nothing Kurt could do to stop him.
Helplessness wrapped around Kurt, baring his soul to the despair in his heart. That terrible hopeless feeling filled up the crevices, saturating him with terror.
Kurt felt Sabertooth’s fangs seeking his jugular, going in for the kill perhaps.
“Don’t kill him, Creed,” Trask’s stern voice echoed through the intercom system. “I’ll have your head if you kill him.”
So Trask was enjoying the show again. Perverted bastard.
Sabertooth lifted his head to the remote camera in the corner and snarled, but he didn’t go back to Kurt’s neck. The big mutant sat up and turned Kurt over with a quick flip.
Kurt renewed his struggle, but just as quickly Sabertooth had his wrists pinned high against his back, his tail tucked in the grip for good measure.
“I hear you’re Logan’s bitch now,” Sabertooth growled into his ear, tongue licking out at the tip and running to his lobe.
Kurt shuddered at the intimate touch, his body growing more tense with terror and anticipation.
“Well, what was Logan’s is mine now. I’ve marked you as mine.”
Blood flowed down Kurt’s chin, dripping to the floor and his shoulder throbbed with each pump of his heart.
He felt the man working his belt and pants then Sabertooth’s cock pressed against Kurt’s hole, ramming into him hard, the angle deliberate to hurt him. Kurt cried out, unable to hold back, the pain pervading his nerve endings. Kurt knew he shouldn’t stiffen, but his muscles contracted against this unwanted entry, the pain surging through him, nothing at all like when he and Logan made love.
“Did you like it...hard with Logan?” Sabertooth grunted into his ear with a thrust. “Yeah, that’s the way... the old man would do it. Real hard. Did he...fuck you till you screamed? I bet you did, you little...demon slut. Scream for me.”
And Kurt did, screaming out his agony, crying out his despair. But the rape went on until Sabertooth came in a series of hard, frantic thrusts, nails dug into Kurt’s hip.
“Did he...fuck you...like that?” Sabertooth asked, leaning up close. Teeth bit into Kurt’s neck, but Kurt just flinched, all his pain already taken up elsewhere. Sabertooth growled a laugh and pulled out of him.
Kurt lay panting, the floor beneath his cheek wet with his blood and the tears that still welled up in his eyes. He tried to close his mind to what had just occurred, trying to block out the pain and humiliation, but the images did battle inside his muddled brain, spinning and cascading out of control.
Sabertooth released his hold and climbed off of Kurt, pulling his clothes together and shrugging on his discarded vest.
Then Sabertooth was beside him, yanking Kurt up by his hair and turning him over with a rough jerk.
“You think this is it, pretty boy? Don’t you believe it. This goes on until I have Logan then I’ll hand you over to Trask and you can be his little pet like he wants.”
Kurt stared up into a gaze full of pure malice, sadism second nature to this man.
Sabertooth opened his hand and let Kurt drop back to the floor. Kurt listened to the door open and close and knew Sabertooth was gone. Yet he could still smell the man’s lingering scent, musky with sex. Kurt’s stomach rolled and his body ached.
Tears pushed at his eyelids and he let them fall, puddling beneath his cheek on the floor. He closed his eyes and imagined himself in Logan’s strong arms, safe in a loving embrace.