Summary : Kimble finds a new Master in an unexpected place. Part 18 of my Kimble series.
Notes : Rated M for language, violence, and strong sexual situations.
AU but only because I chose to change a few things in my dear friends' histories for simplification, nothing drastic so please forgive. I've been working on this story for years so I do ask that you don't use any of my non-Marvel universe characters without my permission. I love my Siskans as I do my children.
I am going to apologize ahead of time for the amount of sexual content in this next book and the brutal nature of it as well. It's just that this is where my muse took me. I did try to tone it down some for this site. I hope I don't lose too many of you because of it. This is not something that will continue in the rest of the series. - SQ.
Updated 10-17-13 to add (break)s as needed and for pervasive errors. Still amazed at how much crap I keep missing...
(One)
When Lakotashay finally awoke, her body screamed with agony. Being zapped by Davis was the equivalent to being hit by a truck. She groaned and rolled over onto her belly, lost in a fog of misery. She had no idea how much time had passed, the last thing she remembered was being taken from Kyle Franks and his team by Victor Creed, the infamous Sabretooth. Zander had won his fight against Seamus but next had been fried by Davis and immobilized. Then they had been tossed over Creed's shoulder like a dead deer and away they went. She had some vague recollection of hearing the beloved Remy's voice, but wasn't sure if he'd really been there or if it was a flashback from the bank.
Back in the here and now, she had no idea where they had been taken to. She could feel the coldness of the floor beneath her and realized she was naked, whoever had taken her had removed her clothes and weapons. There was something cold and metal around her throat, a collar of some kind. She could hear voices around her, but was only dimly aware of what was being said.
"What do ya want to do with this one, boss?" someone asked from close by.
There was a rush of hands over 'Shay's body, someone was looking to see if she was concealing anything. An odd thing since she was naked. "This one's ready for shipment," came the answer from the one who had frisked her.
"And the other?"
'Shay's eyes fluttered open and she could dimly see that Leon was being dragged away to the back of the room and dumped into a chair. This room they were now in was odd, it was big and open with srtange indents on the floor in the pattern of a square, the chair was the only furniture in it and it was fixed to the floor. Leon was naked himself and fighting his captors, but he was in the control of two large men, one of them being the powerful electricity producer, Davis. Leon, too, had a collar around his neck, one 'Shay recognized from her training. It was a restraining collar, Leon was powerless to do anything.
'Shay heard the clomp of heavy workboots and then there he was, Sabretooth in all of his glory, striding into view and looking Leon over like he was something good to eat. "Well, now. He's a little toy for us to play with. Let's see just how good he is at it, heh heh." The laugh was all evil intent.
"We got time for that, boss?" asked the man next to 'Shay. He still had his hands on her, vibrating worry and concern. "This one goes to Jael right away, just like you said."
"Oh, I know what I said, Charlie. I don't need reminding," Victor replied, his tawny eyes gleaming with malice. "But there's always time fer a little sport." His answer was that of ringleader and Charlie didn't argue, he merely sighed and waited, watching as his boss turned back to his prey.
Leon was sobbing now, looking up into the eyes of a monster. He just knew it was going to be bad, nothing Sabretooth did was ever easy or pleasant. "Z-Zander, help me!" he bawled, his whole body one huge tremor.
Zander heard Leon's call. He saw through 'Shay's eyes and saw what Creed was about. The man was already unbuckling his pants and sliding his belt loose. It was obvious the man was aroused and intended to do something about it, something at poor Leon's expense. Leon's eyes dropped to Victor's crotch and he let loose a twisted wail of terrible misery. Zander didn't need to read shines to know what that sound had meant, Leon had been sexually abused in the past and was about to be abused again.
Kimble! Zander howled in the circle of light of Kimble's private black room, his voice loud in the semi-darkness. He had tried to wake the Lover before, but it had always been a bit tentative and gentle. Not this time, however. It was a plea for mercy.
Kimble suddenly jerked in his chains with a startled snort and rolled partway over, his eyes blinking drunkenly in the light. What's going on? he slurred, totally confused.
Leon's in trouble. You gots to help him out! We needs the Lover!
Kimble blinked some more and looked to the screen in front of him. The screen showed what 'Shay saw and the torment that was heading Leon's way. 'Shay herself seemed oblivious to her inner selves. She seemed oddly pleased in some way, Leon was going to get some comeuppance and she had a front row seat. Her malicious streak was loving every moment of this.
That's Leon, Kimble mumbled, trying to grasp what Zander was asking of him.
Yeah, kid. He's got no time.
What do you needs me for? Kimble asked, still having no clue.
You needs to take his place. You kin do what he cain't.
Kimble sat up straight and rubbed at his eyes. In spite of Zander's urgency, he wasn't responding too quickly. It was hard to fully wake after so long a sleep. He watched as Leon was slapped, a heavy blow that threw his head back with a sickening snap.
I'm scared, Kimble said, trembling. Sabretooth was one of the scariest people Kimble had ever seen. His shine was all anger and rage, speaking of evil deeds Kimble couldn't even conceive of.
Kimble, please. We promised. We promised no harm would comes to any of them.
He'll hurts us. Hurts us bad.
I'll be here with ya, Kim. Every step of the way.
I don't know if I can. Kimble looked up at Creed's image on the screen. It ain't us he wants.
Then makes him wants us. You kin do it. You knows this.
Of course he did, Logan had gone so far as to accuse him of it. They were so much Siskan trash, the one who stole the love from those who wouldn't have given it otherwise. The rapist. But even the Lover's wounded heart still had some steel in it. He understood what Zander wanted and there was enough of a hero in him to desire it was well. If he was a rapist, so be it. Perhaps then, he could seduce for a good cause. Leon didn't deserve this, no matter how bad he had been, and Kimble was in a position to do something about it. Kimble stood up, flapping his wings in the circle of light and waking. He had no idea just how much this decision was going to alter him forever.
Creed snatched a fistful of Leon's hair and dragged his head down towards his crotch. "Let's see how good you can suck, boy. Way's I figure it, a pretty boy like you oughter do just fine."
"Nnoo!" Leon screamed, his voice tearing his throat raw. He fussed and twisted, all the while knowing the inevitability of this. He hadn't been able to escape the man who had previously molested him, why would this be any different?
"Lets me. I'll do it."
Victor stopped, momentarily startled by the new voice. He turned and watched the pilot as he rose up onto his hands and knees. The creature was wasted, trembling still from what Davis had done to him, but there was only resolve in his eyes.
"What makes you think I want you? It wasn't you I was askin'," Sabretooth replied in an arrogant snarl. He wasn't pleased at the interruption, but really, it wasn't the first time he'd seen one teammate stick up for another. Sometimes it even added to the fun.
"Cause I'll suck ya so hard you won't even feels yer feets no more," Kimble boasted proudly, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. He was scared shitless.
Sabretooth's eyebrows went up in amused surprise and he couldn't stop the laugh that trickled out. "Well, ain't you the boastful one. Too bad though, yer bein' shipped out — unspoiled. Can't be bringin' Jael damaged goods, boy."
"If ya hurts me some it don't makes no nevermind," Kimble said next, the tremble already breaking his voice a little, "Leon kin fix me with his plasma."
Sabretooth heard Kimble's fear and couldn't help but respond. He turned away from Leon, considering this. There was nothing more fun that giving what a victim asked for, especially when they had no idea just what it meant.
"Boss," Charlie warned. Kimble was worth a lot of money - three million dollars in fact - and Charlie wanted his cut. That wouldn't happen if Kimble were killed.
"Is this true?" Victor asked Leon, ignoring Charlie completely. "Don't lie or I'll know."
"Yes!" Leon bawled. Being the coward he was, he was all too willing to let Kimble take his punishment. Anything to get out of this. "I fixed him up all the time!"
Creed sniffed and listened. He could tell by a person's scent and heartbeat if they were lying. Granted Leon was already under duress, but this seemed to be a fairly truthful answer. He remembered how Leon had tossed Zander the plasma right before Zander had charged that funny sword of his. That backed up what Leon had said as well.
Sabretooth looked back at Kimble, grinning now. He gestured to Davis who flipped a switch and a green laser field turned on, lighting up from the floor and creating an energy containment field. This now was the reason for the strange indents on the floor, they formed a sustained holding area that now boxed Leon inside with Davis who kept watch. Leon was isolated and a prisoner still, but now Creed's attention was diverted elsewhere. Kimble had the monster's undivided attention.
"Boss," Charlie repeated from Kimble's side, this time a little too impatiently.
Creed flashed his teeth. "I heard ya the first time, pup. Shut the fuck up or get out."
Charlie put his hands up and backed away, rising from his stooped position nice and easy, his eyes never leaving Sabretooth's. Creed paid well, very well in fact, but there was a risk in it. It was never wise to piss the man off, he wasn't the least bit put off at killing one of his own. One learned to tread lightly in this outfit.
Creed let the man back up and away. He moved closer to Kimble now and snatched at the Siskan, hauling him up to his feet by his hair.
By this time, 'Shay was done being quiet. At first she had been waiting patiently for Leon to be tortured, the little bastard. Her hatred of him had simmered all along, this child who forced her to kill, he was going to get what he deserved. Unlike Zander, she had no loyalty to Leon or anyone. She would love to see him have a little pain. But no, Zander had to go and wake the stupid cry baby Lover and now things were different. She had been rudely pushed aside and was now fighting for control of the body.
The bright lance of pain her tortured scalp was giving her was a terrible distraction though, it aroused her even as it hurt her. Curse Kimble and his stupid long fucking hair! It was ridiculous how many times it had been used to control them. Creed's breath came at her, hot and wet. His face came right up to hers as he looked them over and Creed's shine almost blinded her, it was even brighter than Wolverine's. She felt a surge of anger at their mistreatment and her power came awake with it. She pushed back against her captor telekinetically and was slapped viciously for her trouble.
"Davis! What's up with this collar!" Creed complained, tugging on the metal ring around 'Shay's neck. The collar was a restraining device, the light was flashing, indicating it was activated, but his captive had used his power anyway.
"The light is red, boss. Guess it don't work on him."
"Havin' a little problem, there, huh? What do ya know 'bout that?" Lakotashay taunted and then phased the body, hoping for a quick getaway. To her surprise, they remained solid, solid enough for another brutal slap to the face. This wasn't Zander holding her back, it was the restraining collar. She could use all their powers except phasing, it was the only measure of restraint the collar had. It was another one of those strange indicators that they were not organically alive, those restraints used for mutants wouldn't work on them the same way most computer detection systems missed them as well. The collar did change the air density around them, keeping them from phasing out of its range, but that was it. She raised some spikes at least, threatening pain.
"Don't even think about it, pretty boy!" Sabretooth snarled, not in the least bit intimidated. He was a bit uneasy by the change in Kimble's voice. It didn't sound as it had before, now he sounded like a little girl. It was a game, it had to be. Well, he could play games, too. "We ain't alone. You try fuckin' with me and yer boy Leon there is toast," Sabretooth promised, his authority here not to be questioned.
'Shay could care less about Leon's fate, but Zander did. He dissolved the spikes, leaving 'Shay helpless. He could have fought off Sabretooth perhaps, but not without losing Leon. Davis was too close and the laser field kept them separate. It wasn't worth the risk.
Creed sniffed at them again. "I want what you promised me, boy. You called me an' now I'm here."
"Do what he says, 'Shay!" Leon pleaded with a sob. He couldn't believe what was happening. Kimble had saved him and now 'Shay was going to screw it all up. "Don't let them hurt me no more..."
"You listenin' to yer boy over there, huh?" Creed continued with a laugh. He hadn't missed the fact that first Leon had called this one Zander and now 'Shay, but passed it off as hysteria on Leon's part. "He sounds a little bit scared."
"Yeah, we hears ya," Kimble answered in her place. He was fighting with 'Shay for control. The only thing holding him back was his fear. Creed up close was even scarier than Creed at a distance. He wasn't sure how he could possibly seduce so cruel a man, it was a nightmare waiting to happen.
Creed cocked his head again at the switch in voices. This was turning out to be one strange day. He wasn't sure what to make of all this, this bizarre little game playing out before him. He didn't like strange things and felt his ire rise. Maybe the poor creature was freaking out. He could have cared less. Obedience was his issue here. "Good...good. See, you belong ta me now, understand?"
'Shay began to tremble as Sabretooth's unexpected words resinated inside her mind. She had no idea if Creed actually meant what he just said but couldn't deny the effect - it was the same as it had been with Cameron Bishop. It seemed as though this one wanted to own them as Cameron had. Being possessed, it had come to feel right, proper. Again, they had passed hands without their consent, forever a trinket to be owned and used. She could try to resist, but all the jerk had to do was shout Master and it would be all over like it had been with Cameron. She accepted her fate and realized that compliance was her only option here. Although...if she were to resist, perhaps he would kill them.
Don't you even thinks about it, 'Shay! Zander growled and rattled his chains. He was upset at 'Shay spoiling his plans. He wasn't sure Kimble could hold her back. This was unexpected and most troublesome.
I'll do as I please! she replied, eager now.
Victor was tired of waiting for her compliance. "You belong ta me now! Ya hearin' me, pup!" he repeated, his ire rising. He was not known for gentleness or patience.
There was no response, the conversation was all within. Kimble cain't stop me! 'Shay said triumphantly.
We made a promise! Leon won' be left ta die! Zander ordered. Kimble, you gotta keeps control! 'Shay's gonna gits us killed!
So? Kimble asked wearily.
Don't you give up on me, kid!
Kimble turned away. He wasn't sure he cared any more. He was torn between what Zander wanted and 'Shay's powerful destructive will. Dying now would be so much easier than what Zander had asked of him.
Sabretooth gave the pilot another vicious slap and 'Shay shuddered from the impact. It angered her, yet pleased her at the same time. How she loved her precious pain. There was a strong pull from her groin, the sharp sting from the blow had aroused her further and sent a flush to her cheeks. It wouldn't stop her from trying to get this monster to kill them. She could see Sabretooth was up for it, he was furious.
"I said, are ya hearin' me!" Sabretooth howled, spit flying from his mouth. Charlie's fears of Sabretooth's anger were all too real, Creed could just as easily kill their prize, the money be damned.
"Fuck you!" 'Shay said, antagonizing him on purpose. Zander shouted something on top of it, garbling her words.
"What was that crap? I didn't hear ya!"
Kimble, now! Zander shouted.
I cain't. It's better this way.
Leon's gonna die. Do it fer him!
Kimble looked over at Leon and saw death on his face. He had to chose. He had to chose now or Leon would die. The sneer on Davis' face proved it.
"Are ya with the fuckin' program, ya fuckin' retard!" Sabretooth shouted at his uncooperative victim and raised a hand full of claws. He made a fist and shook it with a loud growl. He was all done fooling around.
"Yes!" Kimble shouted, finally making his choice and jumping to the fore.
"Yes, what!" Creed snarled.
"Yes, Master!" Kimble squealed, automatically giving the ritual response.
Creed laughed. "That's better. Next time I ask you a question, you answer me!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Heh, you take on quick. Now that we got that all straightened out, pup...what can ya do for me?" Sabretooth asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Huh?" Kimble asked, bewildered, then recognized the look on Creed's face. Kimble knew this game, all he had to do was please. Just make this man happy. The Lover could do that, oh yes.
See, kid. This won't be so bad. S' what we been doin' all our life. He's just a client, nuthin' more'n that, Zander said to Kimble in his best soothing voice. He could see Kimble was afraid, but also that the two of them were on the same page now.
Kimble understood why Zander had called him out and had enough honor and courage to do what needed to be done to keep Leon alive. Zander's words were true, this man was a client. He had served others he didn't like, it didn't keep him from doing a good job then and it wouldn't now. To be owned, to be used for pleasure...that was what he had been made for. His whole reason for existence in the first place. It assured his compliance and he gave up any thoughts of resistance that might have lingered.
The only one not happy was Lakotashay. She howled and screamed inside, feeling cheated from her death, but she was now outvoted. Kimble had made his choice. He would do this thing, he would keep Leon alive. He had the will and reasons enough now to keep 'Shay at bay.
Kimble looked up at Creed with his new sense of understanding and gave him his best charming smile. It came out all wrong because of his fear, but Sabretooth didn't seem to care one bit. "What did ya have in mind?" Kimble asked weakly.
"You called me on, boy. What can ya do?"
"Whatever ya wants, I guess. I'm ain't no real man like yous. I'm a pleasure program. A livin' hologram. I kin do whatever ya wants. 'Cept I cain't change back to a girl no more. This is the only skin I gots that still works."
Creed shook his head in confusion. He hadn't been told anything about this guy being anything less than human, but now it made a kind of sense. He had seen Kimble shift from human to pilot just before he was melted. No organic creature could have survived that melting as well and the pilot probably didn't walk away from that without some kind of damage. Up close Kimble had no scent, no heartbeat. And what about this guy's voice? He could have sworn it was different now. It was deeper, less flat and empty. Again he wondered if this strange creature was going into shock from being captured. No matter, it would make him that much easier to control. "That ain't no big deal ta me. Sos yer not a real man, just some kind of toy. Well, toy, I'm waiting."
Sabretooth released Kimble and the pilot fell to his knees, still a little dazed. Kimble had never been forced to perform under circumstances like this before and didn't know if he could pull it off. Still, he reached up and gently pawed at Creed's crotch. He felt the rock hard bulge there and hoped this wouldn't be so difficult. If he could please this monster, than maybe he could find a way to free himself and Leon as well.
"They gonna watch?" he asked, jerking a thumb at Leon and Davis.
"Is that a problem?"
"No. Jus' that Leon's kinda...squeamish... 'bouts this sorta thing."
"Like I give a shit. Now stop blabbin' an' git to it 'fore I get the idea yer just stallin'. You don't want to be dealin' with me all pissed off."
From the distant past, Kimble heard Gambit's voice in a warning. Yeah, his 'ands is big. Whatever you do, don' ever piss Saby off. It ain't healthy. A shiver of pain, bright white from the loss of his friend. But another of compliance, of submission. "Yes, Master."
Kimble closed his eyes and prepared himself. The flashback had brought him an idea. He thought about Remy and a faint smile came to his lips. That was it. Just a little game to make this easier. He still couldn't believe he was about to give pleasure to the man who had murdered Gail and left Gambit scarred forever, but the three of them had made a promise to protect the team, even if all that was left of it was Leon, the one who had hated them most. Kimble slid Sabretooth's belt free and loosened his pants, gently easing them to the floor.
Kimble tried to imagine a look of utter bliss on Remy's face as he bent to his task, putting all of his skills and training to work. The big man bucked against him with pleasure and Kimble was right at home again, doing what he had been made for.
Kimble's delightful illusion of pleasuring Gambit was shattered as Sabretooth growled with happiness and grabbed another handful of his hair. It was uncomfortable, but Kimble never lost his pace. This was no different than when Cameron Bishop had taken possession of him. Serve was the command that had been given and the Lover accepted it. Submit was the order demanded by the Master's fierce and painful grip on his hair and Kimble did not resist. He was terrified and wanted no more pain than what he'd gotten already. He knew a little hair pulling was the least of Creed's capabilities. He just closed his eyes and blanked it all out.
Kimble kept up with the big man even when Creed groaned and finished with jerk. Victor looked down in amused bewilderment as Kimble's throat worked, swallowing it all down even with his mouth still full. Kimble didn't gag or resist. He made one soft choking noise, but it wasn't because he wasn't able or willing to swallow it all down, it was because Victor had his head bent at an odd angle from his hair being twisted all around his fist. Creed was amazed, he had never seen a man perform so well before, never mind one being forced like this.
"Oh, you suck good, boy. Better than a fifty dollar whore," Sabretooth purred. He was still a little hard and he stroked himself playfully. He had a high metabolism and an oversized libido to match. "That was just fine...fer starters."
Kimble shuddered. He wasn't getting the rush and joy from working as he usually did. At least it didn't hurt all that much, not like the times he had been slapped. He looked across at Leon, but his teammate had closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch. Leon was trembling with fear. The sight of him reminded Kimble of why he was doing this. He was still Kyle's little hero, the protector of his people. If the big guy wanted a blow job, so what? If he wanted more, no big deal. He could take it. He had been made to serve.
"I needs ta power up a little," Kimble said, feeling a little used up from the abuse. Anything for another moment to catch his breath.
"All right," Creed said. He was feeling a little generous. He had enjoyed what Kimble had done and was looking forward to seeing what else he could do.
This wasn't the first time Sabretooth had forced a man to pleasure him this way, not by a long shot. His reputation as a walking nightmare was well known. It wasn't about the sex, it was about the domination and total control of someone else. That's what really got Victor off. Gender was meaningless in this game and the victims always slaughtered. It had happened more than once that a job got interrupted for sport like this and it wouldn't be the first time that his darker appetites even ruined a score. He wasn't worried about his men, he would compensate them regardless of the outcome, if this should get so ugly that the job was compromised. Although in this case, he didn't intend to kill this one, not Jael's prize. On the other hand, maybe he wouldn't bring him over tonight. He was having too much fun, something hard to achieve with his short attention span. He found himself wondering if he really wanted to turn Kimble over to Jael at all or keep the little bugger around just for kicks.
Sabretooth impatiently snapped his fingers at the door behind him.
Kimble was confused when a woman approached him from the next room. She was dressed in military style clothes as was her boss, but she wore them well. She was a shimmering blonde and walked with a feline grace and confident stride. Creed's presence did not intimidate her in the least. Mary smiled at Kimble indulgently and created a small ball of plasma from her finger tips. Kimble was startled, Leon had been lying to him all this time, saying he was the only who could provide plasma for him. She tossed the ball of energy at him and he snatched at it greedily, desperately wanting its warmth and oblivion even as he swallowed a snarl of resentment towards his teammate. What else had Leon lied about? The plasma blasted into him and he shivered from the joy of it. Yes, this was better.
"Happy now?" Victor asked impatiently, still waiting. He had stripped down while he had watched Kimble's transformation from the energy. He watched as Kimble's pupils dilated and observed the pilot's sloppy grin, his response to the plasma had been fast. Sabretooth was quick to notice that the bruises Kimble had received during the fight with Seamus and the rough handling had vanished, Leon had spoken the truth. It also gave Sabretooth free rein to do as he wished.
Kimble looked up him with half open eyes. Mary's plasma was stronger than Leon's had been and he was sailing now. He was feeling quite buzzed and no longer cared about how horrible this was. "Shure. What didja wanna do now?"
"I want you on your knees."
Kimble obeyed.
His movements were a little sloppy from being so high and Creed didn't like it. He crouched down beside his captive whore and yanked on his hair once more, jerking him into position. Kimble cried out in shock and surprise from the rough handling and scrambled to comply.
"When I tell ya to move, you move at my pace, not yours!" Sabretooth growled, his snarl right in Kimble's ear.
"Yes, Master!" Kimble blurted out as he trembled uncontrollably in terror.
Creed laughed, appeased. "You all done playin' around, pup?"
"Y-Yes, Master!"
Davis laughed, he couldn't help himself. He loved to watch Sabretooth break down a man's spirit. He did it very well. Creed was a monster and he worked with a group of people as cruel and hard as he was, how could he not? No one else would put up with a boss as harsh and demanding as he was, no matter what the pay. Of course Creed paid very well, his dollars and allowance of brutality on their victims were an incentive no other faction would allow. His men were just as violent and insatiable as he was.
Creed moved in behind the pilot and Kimble cried out when he was suddenly slammed as Sabretooth took him. There had been no preamble, no foreplay, just a savage, violent entry. Never had Kimble been taken so roughly and with such force and he cried out in shock and surprise. His lower belly exploded with pain.
"Oh, yer tight. Tight and sweet, just like fuckin' a little bitty girl," Victor purred, thrilled by the cries of pain Kimble had made, he was getting off on Kimble's agony. Sabretooth's enjoyment came from the rape and the pain of his victim, not the sex.
It hurts! Kimble screamed inside and immediately burst into tears. Oh, oh! Zander! It hurts so bad!
I'm sorry, kid. Just hang in there and I'll get us out of this as soon as I can, I swear.
Kimble sobbed and bawled, the pain more than he could bear. Creed laughed from behind him and slammed him even harder.
Hope yer happy now, Lover, Lakotashay said with a laugh of pure malice and triumph. This is what you deserve for stopping me. Take him all in, Kim. Take every inch.
Kimble had never felt such pain. He had to do something, he could feel vibrations of hurt and rage coming from Creed and they hurt him as bad as the physical abuse. These vibrations, they were the source of Creed's cruelty and his torture. He was lashing back at every person who ever fucked him over. It was his pain. His pain...
With sudden understanding, Kimble acted quickly. He took a deep breath and reached out with his empathy. He thought of Fallen and the sweet smell of her skin when she would hold him close and mother him when he was angry and afraid. He thought of Seth and the soft gentle sound of his laughter and the way his lips would curl slightly when he smiled. He thought of Remy...gentle Remy with his soft Cajun lilt and the lovely smell of his aftershave. Remy...sweet Remy and chocolate.
Creed grunted in surprise as all of Kimble's love suddenly poured into his brain. It hit him like a warm wet blanket and smothered all of his burning rage. His anger was replaced with a wave of pure pleasure and his body shook with it. He looked down at Kimble and saw that he had stopped sobbing. Kimble's face had taken on a look of total bliss under all of his tears and he was relaxed, no longer fighting this. Another wave of pleasure slammed him and he knew now Kimble was doing this. Creed was normally resentful towards most forms of mind control, but heck, this was just too damn good!
Victor threw his head back and laughed. He was riding high now. His brain was being flooded with endorphins and he was buzzed above and beyond any drug he had ever taken - and he had tried a great many in an attempt to achieve the sensation of utter bliss he was feeling now. His high changed his motions and he was no longer violent. He released the death grip on Kimble's hair and stopped slamming him with his body. His movements became less wild and more controlled. He had gone now from rape to simple fucking and sent the pleasure waves right back to Kimble.
Kimble heaved a sigh of relief when the sharp level of pain dropped off dramatically. He was shocked to find himself becoming aroused, turned on by Creed's vibrations of joy. He had done this only to lessen his pain, to calm Victor enough to make this tolerable. He had never expected to get this turned around back on him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him with every stroke of Creed's now gentled rhythm and all of his pain vanished, replaced with wonder and happiness. The change of pace allowed the plasma from Mary's recharge to heal him some and he felt no more pain from the abuse Creed had given him. It changed the feel of everything, and he shivered from the pleasure of it. This was good, so very good. He was now controlling Sabretooth, taking him over to a point in a perverse kind of masturbation, and it had been so long since he was used as well as this. He was hit by unexpected guilt. This was the killer of Gail and Kyle. How could he possibly be enjoying this?
Nice trick, kid. Very nice, Zander praised with a laugh. Gotta hand it to ya, yer pretty clever.
Kimble was getting more than he bargained for. He was beyond aroused now and fully on his way to completely desiring this. "Uh, oh no..." Kimble wheezed, shaking from his world coming apart in a way he could never have imagined.
Creed was having a blast. "Make him watch!" he bellowed to Davis. He wanted Leon to see.
Leon squealed as he was forced to watch by his captors. He had heard Kimble's screams in the beginning. He had heard Kimble's pain and knew it all too well. Leon had been savagely raped like that himself as a child and for the first time, Leon actually had some sympathy for Kimble.
Kimble was confused at his body's reaction to what was happening, but loving every moment of this vibrations fueled his passion as much as his will and for the first time in a long time, Kimble was back at the helm and in complete control.
In the circle of light, Zander began to pace. He didn't like just how much Kimble was enjoying himself. He was starting to get a really bad feeling about this. He had no desire to trade one bad Master for another. He would be sure to speak to Kimble about this if this was going the way he suspected it might. For the moment, he would sit quiet.
Victor's pleasure waves hit Kimble again and again, making him incredibly high. He was enhancing Sabretooth's rush with his power and it was coming full circle round. He had manipulated Sabretooth into doing this, he had used his power to control the situation and was being fully rewarded for it. The big man had pumped him full of passionate energy and Kimble let him do as he wished, his mind reeling from a pleasure so great he couldn't contain it. He realized to his surprise that for the first time he could recall, a client was taking him for a ride instead of the other way around. All of Kimble's control was lost as Creed's huge thundering heartbeat swelled inside of his head and blew him away. His body shook uncontrollably as Creed's climax became his own and they both cried out loudly.
Victor fell forward, laying Kimble down as his knees gave way. He was shaking from head to toe, blown completely away. His mind was a white blanket of bliss, all of his rage and pain was gone. He had always had some background noise going on, a constant clamoring for the hunt and the kill. It was now wonderfully absent. All he felt was an incredible sense of peace and euphoria. His pupils were large and glassy now, his body stoned on Kimble's backwash. Never in his life had he felt anything so fine as this. All he heard now was silence and the sound of his own labored breathing.
He looked down and saw Kimble, this strange angel, quivering and panting from what had to be a rush as fantastic as his own. He sat back on his heels, rising now, and gently pulled Kimble up with him. He looked down where Kimble had been crushed on the floor and saw he was right. A small puddle of grey gel had come from him, he had ejaculated. It now shimmered and disappeared, but Creed had no doubt of what he had seen. This strange creature had gotten off as much as he had. Never had Creed witnessed a victim of his torture react like this. Creed felt a most pleasant buzz coming from his new found high. He couldn't stop himself from laying the pilot back against him and gently running a huge clawed hand across Kimble's belly in an almost loving, intimate gesture of thanks.
Kimble was surprised when Creed embraced him and the heat of Sabretooth's body from the exercise warmed him. He lay his head against the big man's chest and half closed his eyes, breathing in Creed's atmosphere and mood. All he sensed there was peace. Up close, he could still hear the thundering of Creed's heart beating in his chest and the heavy pant of his labored breathing. His shine was so bright and wonderful as it shimmered with joy at the pleasure the big man had just received and it washed over him. Combined with the recent hit of rich, lovely plasma, Kimble couldn't help but give another small shudder of pleasure.
"Liked that, did you?" Sabretooth growled from above him, his voice slightly slurred from being so high. Kimble's empathic backwash had rinsed his mind clean of all his torments and he was tripping as merrily as the one who had made it possible. "So did I. I don't know what ya done ta me, but I like it. You belong ta me now and I'm lookin' forward ta doin' that again soon. Real soon." He gave Kimble's neck a lick as he continued to caress Kimble's belly in an oddly tender gesture, a token of his appreciation, of his acceptance.
"Yes, Master..." Kimble whispered, a small smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
The smile pleased him and Creed laughed. "Yer all right, kid," he teased Kimble with a grin and patted him on the back with a heavy, clawed hand. He then pulled away, giving Kimble a shove back onto his hands and knees.
Kimble groaned from the separation, not wanting Creed to leave him. It occurred to him with finality that with Kyle dead and the X-men nowhere in sight, that he had just changed handlers again. He had started out as Leon's defender, but he was still a Courtesan and would always be someone's property. Now he belonged to this monster, one that didn't care who he had been before or what he had done. He laughed a little at the irony that he had come all this way to finally find someone who actually wanted to use him as his creator had intended. In spite of the insanity of it all, it felt so good, so very good.
"What?" Victor growled when he heard Kimble laugh.
Kimble smiled up at him, no longer afraid. "Life's a funny thing. Never know just how it's gonna turn out, is all. One minute yer shootin' up my boss, the next yer givin' me the best fuck I've had in weeks. Well, what do ya know 'bout that?"
At first Creed was angry at Kimble's boldness, that was most inappropriate for a possession, but then he smiled when he saw that Kimble was merely acknowledging that he knew the score. Kimble was property, his property. The idea of owning this angelic new toy filled Creed with an odd feeling of satisfaction and made the big man smile even broader, showing his long canine teeth. He'd had every intention of moving on from Kimble to some sport with Leon but he was so high and so thoroughly satisfied he simply no longer felt the desire.
Kimble watched as his new Master picked up his clothes and dressed. The woman who had fed him was still standing there. She had watched her boss handle him and was clearly aroused by what she had witnessed.
Creed laughed at her. "He's all yers, Mary. You can do what ya want with him, just save some fer me later." He looked back at Kimble. "I'm gonna take yer Leon now, put him aside someplace nice an' safe. So long as ya don' pull nuthin' stupid, yer boy'll be all right. You readin' me?"
"Yes, Master," Kimble said soft and low. He hadn't needed Sabretooth's threat, all he felt was a powerful longing for those big arms to simply swallow him up and take him all over again. It was irrational, but there was no denying the strength of his desire. He was tired now, but judging from the look Mary was giving him, he wasn't going to get a rest anytime soon. He chuckled softly. From famine to feast.
He felt Mary's heat as she came near and gave himself over to her, losing himself in her touch. He had never had sex with an actual supplier of his power and wasn't prepared for the wonderful insanity that followed. He didn't know what felt better, the constant stream of plasma sending him sky high or the blast from her heat and desire pouring into him. All of Creed's abuse faded away into oblivion and he was swept away. He was so high and so used up by the time she was finished, he didn't last five minutes before he was out cold and asleep on the floor. He never felt it when Davis came for him eventually and carried him away to a separate holding cell to be put to bed.
(break)
Victor Creed sat at his desk, his face the picture of contentment. His eyes were closed and he was almost purring from being so well pleased. He was surprised by his own feelings of contentment. Even now, an hour later, the voices of rage were still muted. He had a sense this wouldn't last, but he enjoyed this time while he had it. He'd had a nice long shower and felt wonderful. He lit a cigarette and poured a glass of nice aged whiskey. As he sipped it, he was struck by how good it tasted and how he was much more aware of what was around him. He had cracked the window and could smell the warmth of the late September air. With the rage so nicely abated, he was free to enjoy things again as a normal man would. He would have to play some more with his new toy again, just to see if this momentary peace was a fluke or something else. It was almost too much to hope for that he had finally found something that made him happy.
Sabretooth was pleased with his new guest. It was difficult for him to find anyone who could stand up to his punishment like that, never mind get off on it. He didn't completely understand what had happened between them. He didn't comprehend that the only reason Kimble had gotten off was through a manipulation of his own emotions, he thought Kimble had gotten off just because the pilot had liked what had been done to him. He wondered if Kimble was some kind of sicko...much like himself, he teased himself with a grunt. He had no illusions about himself. He was a monster and had come to terms with it long ago.
He marveled at Kimble's endurance. Kimble had done him twice in rapid succession and still had enough for Mary. He had heard her cries of passion even from the lock up where he had taken Leon. It was enough to make him shiver all over again with renewed lust. Whoever had made this marvelous toy should be praised, he thought to himself. Just hope he can maintain the pace. Creed was curious by nature and wondered just what Kimble's limits were.
Sabretooth looked up as Mary came slinking into his office. She had showered but he could still see the glow on her face and smelled her satisfaction. "Please tell me you're not going to turn him over to Jael," she purred.
"I ain't decided yet. Figure I'll keep him around a bit, turn him over when I git bored."
"I'll give you Jael's three million for him."
Creed cocked his head in surprise. He knew she had the money, it's just that she'd never offered it to him before like this. "I'll think about it. 'Course, if ya want him that badly, I'll be askin' fer a little more."
She looked back at him, her eyes still filled with heat. "Whatever you desire."
Victor just grunted a laugh as she walked out. He yawned and stretched, flexing his claws. Sabretooth's claws were a fearsome thing. They weren't just hooks on the ends of his fingers, he could retract them in and out at will, depending on the amount of damage he desired to inflict at that moment. He didn't have fingernails, these were the real deal. When he had been born, his hands were not normal looking, yet he didn't have the fully developed claws either. As a child of poverty, his stunted looking fingers were blamed on malnutrition or poor breeding. No one knew about mutation then. When he was a teenager and his fingers developed into the weapons of destruction they were today, he took on quick, learning quickly enough how they could be used.
But now, he was just flexing them to enjoy the easy movement. It made him feel powerful, strong. Dog was fully grown now and more than a match for most men. He would never be beaten with a belt ever again. But all that was behind him now. He liked the way he felt at this moment, lightly buzzed... content. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the smile never leaving his face.