Train screamed, deep and throaty, almost more a bestial growl than a scream, as the electricity rippled through him. The gag in his mouth now wasn't to keep him from speaking, he could easily spit it out. It was to keep him from biting his tongue off. The current wasn't strong at all, one he was sure he barely would've noticed if not for that damned Doctor's drug.

It was the lingering pleasure when the pain subsided that bothered him the most. He'd never been a sadist, but at the same time he wasn't a fan of pain.

Sweat covered his body. His clothes were in tatters from Creed's lust, and they barely clung to his body by threads. There was nothing left to protect him from whatever Creed wanted to do to him - not that there had been to begin with, given how many straps and cuffs kept him locked to this contraption.

Train let the gag fall out, gasping for air and desperately wanting this drug to wear off. He didn't care what happened next, anything would be better than being Creed's little toy.

Cold slimy liquid wrapped around warm fingers slowly pushed into his entrance. His face turned red, both with anger and embarrassment. He knew demanding Creed stop was foolhardy, and he bit his lip to keep from making any noises that his twisted capture might enjoy.

There was no pain in what Creed was doing to him at all. He seemed to take extra care in making sure that his movements were pleasurable. He used liberal lubrication, and slowly worked his fingers in deeper, gently adding another digit.

Train couldn't stop himself from getting hard. He tried to ignore what Creed was doing, tried to think of the most godawful disgusting boner killing images he could - but the problem was he was already IN that situation! He couldn't think of anything that was more of a turn off than right now, and it wasn't doing him a bloody bit of good.

His eyes when wide when he felt the contraption he was on begin to shift. His legs were being spread apart and elevated. His arms came to his side and then drop a bit, so that his fists were about four inches below the cushion he was laying on. It wasn't any more or less uncomfortable than how he'd been positioned before, except now his lower half was more exposed and his chest was pushed forward a bit, making it harder for him to look down and see what Creed was doing.

"Are you ready for this, my dear Train?" Creed questioned, continuing on before Train could even muster a response. "You and I are about to become one Train. Then, then! You will forget that witch and we will be able to rule over this world as two gods!"

Involuntarily, Train replied to Creed's speech by cumming. He couldn't control it, he wanted to stop it so badly, but Creed's fingers had found some bundle of nerves inside him that he hadn't even known were there. His body clenched and shuddered, and he felt the warm liquid land where it pleased, and grow cold against his skin.

"Glad to see you're in agreement," Creed purred, freeing his own thick member from his pants.

"Damn… drug," Train panted, too exhausted to speak loud enough to Creed to even understand what he had said.

Train felt the warmth and pressure of what he knew to be Creed's cock pressing against his slick and widened entrance. There was still no pain in the movements Creed made, as he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper inside Train.

Even with as slow as the man was moving, Train could feel the urge to climax welling up inside him. He wasn't even sure at this point if he wanted to attempt to fight it. Creed wasn't under the influence of the drug, his stamina could mean this would end up lasting a long time.

Creed ran his fingers over Train's flesh. Tracing the lines of the sweeper's muscles, along his legs, over his exposed stomach. Slowly moving back and forth inside him.

"You are exquisite, Train. Your lethality, your movements - I love watching you in action, it's like a symphony given form and murderous intent. Yet, even helpless like this my dear friend, you're just as breath-taking. The drug has your body begging for more, so malleable, so wanting of my touches…

"And yet your eyes, Train, they speak of such anger," Creed admitted, leaning down and whispering into Train's ear. "They speak of death. You want nothing more than to kill me for the shame I'm putting you through."

Creed bit down lightly on Train's neck, at the point where to starts to become his shoulder, and then licked up along the line of jugular, diverting enough to nip softly at his earlobe.

"You… b-b-bas…" Train growled, but his words were overrun by a cry of pleasure when Creed's teeth nipped softly at his ear - his member slamming into Train at the same moment.

"Twice already Train?" Creed stated in mock surprise.

"Let… let me go Creed," Train demanded. Weary and exhausted as he was at this point, he'd rather face Creed head on than in this situation. "This humiliation won't get you anywhere… and you know it."

"Right you are Train, I don't expect this will have any lasting impact on you at all. You're too strong for anything like that," he replied as he tempo inside Train heightened.. "However, I have every intention of making this our most memorable night together. You and that witch never shared this level of intimacy. You never had and never will have this kind of connection to one another!"

As Creed spoke he slammed into Train's ass faster and faster. The table shuddered, and Train felt the restraints strain against Creed's assault.

Still, there was no pain. Even with the ferocity of Creed's movements, he seemed to know how to move. He gave extra attention to the move sensitive parts inside Train.

Train felt like he was losing his mind. He was drowning in the pleasure that Creed was forcing upon him and he couldn't struggle against it. He lost count of how many times Creed got his exhausted body to climax. He remembered only vaguely of being freed of the chair and clinging onto Creed like a drowning man.

The pain and pleasure, the drug and the incidents that took place even after he was almost sure it had worn off, all mixed together. He couldn't separate his desires from Creed's. He couldn't remember things that were important to him, important for him to remember.

From light to haze, from haze to blackness. He fell into the whirlpool that was oblivion.

He awoke. Sore, weak, exhausted and nauseous. His head was spinning as though he'd drank enough to kill an elephant. He leaned over the side of the bed and let go - puking onto the floor.

… the wooden floor. Train snapped to his sense and looked around. He was back in his room, where he'd been ambushed by the Apostle of the Star. Had he just eaten something bad maybe? Everything was so jumbled up in his head he wasn't sure what was going on.

When he looked around enough, however, he understood that it hadn't been a dream. The tattered remains of his clothes were on the floor at the foot of his bed. Inwardly he grumbled, he didn't feel like wearing a suit or anything else except his normal clothes, but he wouldn't have much choice in the mattered it seemed.

He wandered into the shower, bathed, got some breakfast, dressed and headed into town. Sven and Eve would be back in the next day or two, he'd have to get his clothes fixed or replaced by then. No use in worrying them over something that had already come and gone.

He was angry sure, but it wouldn't get him anywhere. He'd learned the hard way that he couldn't take on the Apostles all by himself, so running off after them for revenge would be stupid. Besides, there was no bounty yet, and even after the things he endured, he meant to bring them in for a nice paycheck

And about 6 months worth of rice balls and sushi.

~ Fin.