The Bet

The Bet

Chapter 6
Daddy’s Home

Vanquish exhaled as the 6’7 monster pressed his chiseled frame against her petite one. He licked his lips watching her pant like an eager puppy. Moving his hips back, the head of his cock barely touching her pussy as it held straight in the air, his glance at the clock read 12:03. He chuckled to himself as he thought he was behind schedule. His eyes averted back to the dark delight below him as her attention was on the runt. Quickly displeased, he pushed his dick with all his might into her already swollen sticky pussy. The scream bellowed in his ear like wind chimes on a spring day. Victor pumped his cock mercilessly, driving Vanquish to cry in bloodcurdling screams, her nails burning scratches into his flesh. Logan watched as his nemesis ripped his love in two, stretching her pussy to fill the beast’s desire; his dick ached, throbbing in his hand begging to be stroked.

The gushy wet sound of her pussy filled the room, with Victor’s growling and moaning, her screams of pain driving everyone in the room mad with lust. Moments of endless torment her pussy was free of the meaty pile driver but only for a few seconds as her legs were crossed and his tip found the puckered hole of her ass. The medicine still in her limbs she tried clawing at the bed to pull her body away from him. She couldn’t take that ‘thing’ drilling inside her ass the same as her pussy; she would faint from the pain.

‘How tight is it darlin’?’ hissed through pearly fangs.

Victor grabbed his cock stroking it fast spurting thick gobs of cum all over ass and pussy. His claws played little circles in the goop, lifting two of his fingers as it dripped like warm molasses in the air; he grabbed her head pulling it uncomfortably back driving his fingers into her mouth. The salty taste made her gag or was it the claws playing at the back of throat? Before she choked on her spit, Victor took out his fingers only to drive his tongue down her throat sucking her tongue, tasting himself on her lips. Distracting her now, he pushed his dick into her ass making her muffled screams sound erratic. He watched her with dark eyes now her white eyes wide as the tears fell fast from her face. The growls of a hungry horny animal filled her ears as she fought to breath. His hands pulled and grabbed her breasts as he pumped harder and faster, his eyes shifted to see Logan squeezing his shit to the point it turned a dark bruised purple.

‘Fuck that!’ Victor barked.

Quickly he snatched his body from Vanquish pulling her to the floor in a cum and blood soaked heap. Grabbing Logan by his dick he pulled him painfully to the bed. Pushing him down on his back, dick in the air looking a bit weird. Vanquish is pulled to her feet, shaky and exhausted she sees her man, lying there in pain in so many ways.

‘See what you do to him,’ Victor licked into her ear.

He bent her over pressing her lips on the tip of Logan’s cock. He winced at the pain trying to move his hips so to avoid it being shoved down her throat. A deep chuckle escaped the blond monster as he pulled the 5’2 victim upright.

‘Don’t want her to suck your dick huh? What is she not good at it? Let’s see shall we.’

Victor pushed Vanquish down to her knees holding her hair tightly keeping her head in perfect position for himself and Logan to see.

‘Creed! That’s enough leave her alone…’
‘Or you’ll what? Pull your dick off and beat me with it?’

His green eyes pierced into Logan’s blue ones as he rammed every thick inch of flesh into Vanquish’s mouth. She gagged, convulsing over his cock unable to breath. Her saliva fell over her breast as her head was maneuvered allowing her mouth to slide over his dick.

‘No darlin’ do it right….like I know you can.’

Victor’s voice was sarcastically nice as he grabbed two handfuls of her hair, fucking her mouth relentlessly like her pussy. The sound of garbled speech came from her mouth as he fucked her over and over again, her mouth becoming sore, her throat trying to close as he deep throated her again and again. Victor lulled his head back baring his fangs as he arms flexed pushing her head with his rough eager rhythm. He felt the familiar squeeze of his nuts as cum spewed down her throat like a thick foamy waterfall, cum spilling from her mouth dropping in globs onto her breasts, thighs and the floor.

‘Fuck!! You dirty little cunt suck me off!!’

Victor howled as he nutted again in her mouth, her head became loose in his hands as she passed out from loss of air. Victor looked down at the helpless little firebug and smiled looking over at Logan who had tears in his eyes. Anger, fear, hatred, all things he was used to seeing in those baby blues.

‘Thought she had some fight in her, oh well there’s always sick twisted forced molested perversion, right runt?’

‘You sick son of a bitch, you proved any point your sick mind was trying to make, leave!!’

‘What’s the matter James? Hmmm? Hate to see the other side of that mirror you thought you broke decades ago?’

‘I’m nothing like you.’

‘Really?’
‘Fuck you!!’

‘Yeah nothing like me…tell that bullshit to that dick that’s wavin’ at me boy.’

‘Fuck….you…’

‘Keep beggin’ you little bitch and you’ll get what yer askin’.’

His threat was full as he dragged Vanquish, still unconscious across the floor like a Neanderthal hoisting Logan up by his neck.

‘I’ll break this little bitch in half and let you watch just like old times.’

Logan found the muster to spit in his face but Victor only looked at him coldly as he threw Vanquish’s body to the floor as he pushed Logan onto the bed going into the bathroom. Logan tried desperately to move his body but couldn’t do as much as he wanted to. Only able to roll onto his side, Victor watched him as he wiped his hands throwing the cloth onto Logan’s head.

‘No matter what position your in, your effort will always be ridiculous to me.’

He walked over and pushed Logan on his back mushing him in the forehead.

‘Stay boy,’ he laughed.

He bent down looking at Vanquish who was sleeping now peacefully, the air in the room giving her the energy she needed to regenerate back to life. He ran his hands through her hair like a lover admiring his sleeping beauty. Logan never felt more repulsed as he continued to work his muscles to move, praying for them to work, his claws itching for Victor’s skull. He watched as Victor picked her up in his arms, not a fireman’s carry but a gentle embrace as he took her out of the room somewhere down the hall. Out of his sight Logan pushed his body harder to move, the sadistic monster she was with no telling what was on his mind.

His ears perked up as he heard water running and more movement about but still tried his best to maneuver around to no avail. Two rooms down the hall Victor took Vanquish to Logan’s room. An easy find, neat room with little trinkets; a desk, chair, bed, dresser and picture of his lady love, plus the one hidden of the women she knew or didn’t know about of course. A perfect setting for a person that holds no ties to anyone. Walking to the bathroom he turned off the water to the tub the water cool soon to be the right temperature. Stepping out he went to go get the limp pile of pitifulness.

‘Ready you little shit?’
‘Fer what?’
‘Ahh ahh ahh, only I get to ask the questions.’ he said waving a dark claw in the air.

Victor grabbed Logan’s foot dragging him off the bed letting his head hit the floor with a hard thud.

‘Oops I’m sorry,’ he said coldly not looking back.

Logan growled as he was being rug burned to his bedroom. He saw Vanquish still out cold on his bed. Victor’s scent was all over her and it made Logan sick. Leaving him in the middle of the room, he watched his tormentor reach in a black bag for a small black case. Like an operative, something was in there to make the night go longer or shorter.

‘Now be a good little shit and take your medicine.’

The needle jabbed into Logan’s neck making him wince in pain. Whatever was given to him it made his limbs more lucid. Victor’s back to him he quickly moved with his claws inching silently through his hands. His fist rose just at Victor’s neck, he paused.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you runt. It might hurt you far more than it will ever hurt me.

Logan stepped back and saw Vanquish’s head contorted in his enemy’s hands only one more move would make her neck snap. Not knowing the limitations to her regeneration Logan stood down easing his claws back in his arms, the blood from his knuckles pooling at his feet.

‘Good little doggy, good boy.’

Victor moved his hands down the still body to pick her up once again and signaled Logan to follow him. Logan’s mind spinning to what to do he took the opportunity to follow along while he could move around. They entered the bathroom and Victor placed Vanquish down on the vanity seat. He tested the water again and it got more cooled. Logan contemplated pushing his ass down drowning him but he wasn’t strong enough for a struggle with him, not yet. He picked her up again ignoring Logan as he knew what was going through his mind.

‘Come help me.’

The simple request took Logan a while to register. His feet moved as he stood next to the large framed man awaiting his next request. Pointing to her Logan lifted the soft fragile body and carried her to the tub setting her inside. She twitched at the temperature and began to shiver.

‘Hmmm, just like I thought,’ Victor said out loud.

Logan knew what his assumption was already. Without warning the needle was jabbed into her neck jolting her awake. The water quickly began to heat as Vanquish’s body temperature came back up. Her eyes focused as she turned to the face she thought was gone. She grabbed his neck in a tight embrace running her hands through his hair breathing into his neck. The silence between them said all that was needed to be said, ‘I’m sorry, I’ll fix it, I’ll kill him’. Logan kissed her neck then her lips that were beginning to heal from the previous assault.

‘I’ll fix this,’ he whispered.

The water felt good around her body as Logan began washing her. He got her favorite scent and let it pour gently. Alerted that he was speaking, even holding her she quickly looked for the threat to reign down his punishment for breaking the rules, but he wasn’t in the room with them. He found a note on the door with a knife in it to give true threat to whatever warning was on the paper.

‘Enjoy the moments I give you. If I find yer asses missing well you know already now don’t you?’

He signed it ‘With Love, Victor Creed’. Logan balled it up tossing it aside getting back to the aching woman he vowed to avenge when the son of a bitch got back. Logan slipped inside the tub letting Vanquish lay between his legs as she fell asleep in his arms. They could stay there forever since the water would never grow cold. He stroked her hair thinking of a way of keeping Creed’s claws off of her before he got back or popped up with intent to torment again.