(Two)
The next few days blended into a steady blur for Kimble. He was kept almost constantly high from Mary's plasma. He wasn't sure why he was being kept here instead of being turned over to Jael, but couldn't exactly complain. He was visited regularly by Creed and the gang.
Sabretooth's small band of roughnecks were as insatiable as he was and came around constantly. Creed had compensated them for the delay in turning Kimble over, he had paid them a generous bonus and any grumbling about the botched job had ceased at once. Now their attention was turned to Kimble and his affect on their boss. They saw how Creed had gotten off on Kimble and wanted a piece of that for themselves. They had to be sneaky about it - Creed was possessive of his little toy, he wanted Kimble available to him at any time. Anyone in his place when he sought out the pilot for his own use was likely to be killed. Kimble could care less, he obliged Sabretooth's men, he was a whore after all, but Zander withheld the backwash. It was his insurance, he had to keep Kimble valuable so they wouldn't get killed. He sensed in Victor a need to be the top dog and if Kimble played out his special trick to everyone, Creed might not keep him.
Zander didn't want to go to Jael, he wanted to get back to Remy. Somehow he would have to work this out. He remembered Remy's cell phone number and would be sure to use it at his earliest convenience. First, he had to get Kimble out of his obligation to Leon and manipulate both the Lover and the Quitter into going back. They had been safe at the X-Mansion, safe from Lakotashay's suicidal tendencies, or at least happy enough to keep her from hurting anyone like she had with the security guard and the male prostitutes. He knew Remy would help them, it had been there in his eyes, in the promise of becoming their Master if he had the chance.
'Shay was put out over not being able to kill them, but part of her was starting to mind it less and less. Most of Sabretooth's gang were men. With the Lover back in control, she was having a grand time sharing with anyone who came to them. Kimble knew how to handle the men best and she felt such pleasure, more than she was capable of on her own. At first she had sputtered protests about Leon's mysterious God punishing them, but both Zander and Kimble were quick to remind her that being used this way was what they had been created for in the first place. How could something that felt so good be bad? She agreed grudgingly. She was still crafty and cruel and was there to point out to Kimble what a great place this was when Sabretooth came for his turn, he pounded Kimble every time.
Creed was brutal, there was no way around it. He came at the pilot, fists flying and teeth biting, forcing Kimble to use his empathy all the time to tone things down. That was what Creed wanted, really. He craved the backwash far more than sex alone and brutalized Kimble to get it. It started out as a matter of survival on Kimble's part, but had now become some sort of twisted game. There was no foreplay, no kissing or fooling around. Kimble would greet Sabretooth with a smile every time the man came to the door, but as soon as the cell was unlocked and he stepped inside, Kimble would flee.
Victor would chase him down quickly and slam against the wall, taking him forcefully. Kimble's consent made it less than rape, but it was still brutal. He always took Kimble from behind. There were a couple of reasons for this - mostly it was a dominance thing, he had to be on top, the one forcing this. The other big reason was that he refused to completely acknowledge Kimble was a man. Creed wasn't gay, he never had been. He wasn't even truly bi-sexual. He wanted to smash his victim down and took what he could get. He was turned on by the submission, by the act of dominating someone else and doing whatever he wanted with them. But he was becoming slowly addicted to Kimble's backwash, almost to the point where no one else would satisfy. He still stubbornly refused to admit he could only find true pleasure with a creature who was so clearly male.
Kimble tolerated the pain to get that which he had craved for so long now. He was something desired, wanted just as he was. Creed accepted him and used him frequently, sometimes as often as three times a day. Not once had the guy asked him about past crimes or looked at him like he was garbage. On the contrary, the guy was coming more and more often, making love to him oh so sweetly once his mind was blanketed in Kimble's warm fuzzy backwash, "the glow" he was coming to call it. "Give me the glow!" he would demand, and Kimble did.
Kimble didn't care about the bruises and the bite marks. Victor's desire for him made all of that worthwhile. He wouldn't be desired if he wasn't accepted, that was the Lover's twisted logic, and none of the other personalities denied it. Leon was becoming less and less important to made to be a Courtesan and was now being treated as one, something the Lover would only thrive on. Kimble's days had evolved into whoring for Creed's men to pass the time until Sabretooth himself came for him. He would be savagely taken until he gave Creed the glow and then it was so good...so good.
There wasn't much after play, in spite of Sabretooth's obvious happiness. He would sometimes pet Kimble's head or play with his hair some, but they never kissed. Kimble would try, but Creed backed off quickly, wanting none of it. Quite frankly, the guy didn't know how. Kissing was what lovers did and he had never been in love, not for real. Not with anyone who had wanted him. He wasn't in love with Kimble, he refused. He couldn't love anybody, least of all a man. Kimble didn't push the issue, he was the slave here. If the Master didn't want to be kissed, so be it. There was always Mary.
Mary came to Kimble to feed him as she used him herself. She had her own way of wanting things and the humble Lover was ever eager to oblige her. Like the high class Courtesan that he was, he adapted to each user, changing himself to suit their needs. She wanted him subservient and so he was. He would crouch down at her ankles and lick her feet, submissive and ready to do anything she wished. His compliance thrilled her beyond measure. Mary was very dominant and loved to see men cower. She wasn't as savage a killer as Creed, but had a cold merciless heart. Kimble's willingness to grovel and humiliate himself for her was an instant turn on. She at least did like to cuddle some after and let him kiss her.
Mary repaired all the damage from Sabretooth's savage loving. She never commented, but sometimes frowned if it was bad enough. Those moments were the ones she was more likely to mother him and he loved her for it. She would touch him and all of his hurts would go away. It was a vicious cycle the Lover found himself in, but in light of all the bad things that had happened to him since he left Xavier's, he tolerated this better than the rejection he had felt there.
Kimble had been sneaking out of the Mansion looking for love and acceptance and it had found him, just not the way he had expected. He didn't have to seduce Creed or the others, they all sought him out. Kimble took this as a sign that he was truly wanted and needed for the first time since he'd come to this strange new world. It didn't matter that he was beaten and hit and clawed, because this time, the hate and loathing didn't come with it. Creed didn't do this to punish him or because he was despised, Victor needed the outlet and Kimble provided it. As far as the Lover was concerned, they had found themselves a new home.
(break)
Kimble lay warm and comfortable in Sabretooth's holding cell. It was hot and close in here, or maybe it was just the plasma, he was almost constantly high now. He didn't know or care. He was on his back, his legs slightly spread, a blanket draped across his belly. He had kicked it off his legs, he was so hot. In his mind, a conversation was being held, a happy one for once. He was stoned and in his present contentment, didn't care that the words were leaking out of his mouth. This had happened so often since he had been melted, it had become normal to him.
"So what are we doin', Kim?" Zander grumbled.
Kimble's eyes were half open and dreamy. He shifted his legs open and closed, swaying slightly as he moved. He liked how the movement caused the air to ripple over him. He was naked and fully aroused. He no longer wore the restraining collar, it had become apparent early on it was a waste of time. The holding cells were protected with containment beams like the ones the X-men used, Kimble wouldn't be able to phase out of the room anyway. Kimble kept up his restless movement and the blanket slipped to the floor, unnoticed. Mary's plasma was even more potent than Leon's, he was tripping quite nicely and mumbled, "Nuthin'...we ain't doin' nuthin'..."
"No, stupid! When we bustin' outta here?"
"I ain't goin' nowheres."
"This sucks! We cain't train here! This ain't no good!" Zander complained.
Zander was angry, but he hadn't spoken that loudly. He did catch the attention of the guards, however. They had been sitting at their little table, playing cards. Kimble had woken from a nap only minutes before. Now he was mumbling and no longer quiet. One of the men got up and stood closer to Kimble's cell where he could listen unseen by the captive within.
"This place seems all right ta me," Kimble said happily. He scratched at his belly contentedly and considered jerking off. Nah, his Master would be coming soon. Better not waste it.
"I likes it, too," Lakotashay piped in. "I likes the Master 'n what he does. He hits us real nice."
The guard stepped back, a little startled by the change in Kimble's voice. It sounded like there was more than one person in the cell, but the pilot was alone, he had been checked up on only a few minutes before he woke up.
"Aw, c'mon! You guys suck!" Zander whined. "I don' see how yous guys kin just sit back an' take his shit like that."
The guard stepped back again and waved his buddy over. This was getting interesting.
Kimble grunted a laugh at the Punisher. "Yous guys dumped me cold back at Cam's. You didn' care that I wuz hurtin' so bad. Now you kin all jus' sit back an' see how you likes it."
"I knows what it feels like well enough," Zander complained. "I been watchin' you screw up all this time. Got a back seat fer 'Shay's little show, too. Don' know which one is worse, her killin' evraone in sight or you tryin' ta fuck evrathin' that moves. Maybe it's about time I took over fer good."
Kimble just grunted another laugh. "Yeah, right. The Master likes me cuz I kin fuck ten times better'n you. You cain't fuck worth shit!"
"That ain't true! I kin fuck jus' fine, you'll see! I'll slam that fucker down an' make him squeal!"
"The Master don' likes it like that, none of 'em do 'cept Mary 'cause she's a girl. Him and the guys wants us ta be the girl sos we are. That's jus' how it is."
"Yeah, I likes it jus' fine," 'Shay said in agreement.
The two guards just looked at each other and laughed quietly, shaking their heads. They didn't know if what they were hearing was real. Either way, the boss's new toy was having a grand old time in there by himself.
"Besides..." Kimble continued, "...there ain't no one fer you ta punish here. We're gitten' used right an' it's about fuckin' time. This is how it's suppozta be. We wuzn't made fer no fightin'."
"Sheyman said we hafta learn, Kim. We gots ta be strong fer our angel."
"Not that stupid bullshit again! Alla that is jus' a lie. Jus' like he said he wuz gonna come back fer us. He ain't cummin' an' neither is that angel. Right now, I don' much care."
The guards startled a little as Creed was heard coming down the hall. One of them caught his attention and waved him over, shushing him. Creed was a little irritated, thinking it was some kind of stupid game, but his eyes opened wide when he heard Kimble's voices speaking aloud. His enhanced hearing let him discern every word.
Lakotashay was giggling. "I likes it when the Master pulls our hair, don't you, Kim?"
"Hmm...it's jus' nice bein' used. I ain't been this busy since Siska. Fergot jus' how nice it wuz."
"Well, I likes it when he hits us, too. He gots ta do it harder, though. You kin ask him ta hits us harder, won't you, Kim?" 'Shay insisted. She loved her pain, but mostly got a kick out of Kimble's suffering. When he was damaged, he had to wait for Mary to fix him. There were times when the pain got to him and he would cry a little. 'Shay was happy then, it gave her an excuse to taunt the Lover.
Kimble didn't answer his internal sister. He had closed his eyes and was humming softly now as he gave into his arousal. He hand had strayed from his belly, lower. He stroked himself playfully and thought of the Master's warm body so close. He didn't really like the pain, it was the intense vibrations of happiness and joy from the big man that roused him. Creed's shine was so bright, making his vibrations stronger and more pleasurable than anyone else's. Hopelessly aroused now, Kimble grunted softly and rolled over onto his side towards the wall, pushing his feet against the bricks as his hand moved swifter still.
Creed had heard enough. His sensitive ears had picked up the sounds of Kimble's busy hand and he had heard the change in the pilot's breathing. He knew what Kimble was up to. The voices had surprised him until he recalled Kimble's change in speech the first day he had come here. Apparently that had been no fluke. He didn't much care if Kimble was broken or not. The rest of him seemed to work just fine. He grunted softly, dismissing the guards, and moved to where Kimble could see him.
"Hey, Kim. What's going on?"
Kimble didn't startle, he had actually sensed his new Master was near. He rolled his head back and smiled at him. "Jus' waitin' fer you. You wanna play some more?"
Victor grinned, loving that smile. He would never admit to anyone, but that smile warmed him every time. It was like a big hug, telling him someone out there was actually glad to see him. So strange to feel it, to feel that love. "Yeah, I wanna play."
He pressed the button that sealed Kimble inside and stepped inside the holding cell.
Kimble played the game and flew off the bunk, running away. He never made a sound as Creed grabbed him roughly and tossed him up against the wall. There was some pain at first as he was crushed painfully against the bricks and his arms were bruised from the hands that gripped him without mercy. He felt a moment of ripping pain as Creed barged into him without the grace of lubricant. Then the waves of Sabretooth's pleasure and happiness hit him and he laughed, paying no attention to the tears of pain that streamed from his eyes. He was oblivious to the darkness that seeped out from under his Master's fingers as the bruises slowly grew from the intense pressure of Creed's passion. His skin damaged easily and quickly showed the abuse for all to see. He cared not. Mary would come and make it all go away. All he wanted now was the rush of his Master's heartbeat in his head and it wasn't long in coming.
He released his powerful empathy and let Creed feel his love and the joy of being wanted and used like this. Sabretooth grunted as the warm, glowing emotion poured into him and caressed his brain. He calmed immediately and Kimble sighed in relief. They moved together in perfect rhythm and it wasn't long before the guards were snickering at the Master's loud cry of release. They hadn't gone far, they liked to watch the show on the small video monitors nearby.
When it was over, Sabretooth sat back and Kimble relaxed against him. The Lover loved to lay his head against Creed's chest and listen to his heart pound and the heaving of his breath. He had done this, he had caused his Master to shiver and shake and feel like the whole world was coming down. He sensed the white bliss of Victor's now whitewashed mind and was satisfied. It was free and clear of those mumbling rages and hatreds with no meaning. The Master was happy now, calm.
Creed brushed a heavy clawed hand over Kimble's chest. It was becoming easier and easier for him to give this one affection. He was growing to like this as well, the way a Master loves to pet his dog. "You okay, Kim?"
Kimble's eyes had closed and his face held the look of total rapture. "Yes, Master."
"Then why're you in here talkin' all funny? You spooked the boys some."
Kimble grunted a laugh without moving. He was much too comfortable. "Maybe I gots too much time on my hands. When ya leaves fer workin' next time...takes me with you."
Creed considered his options. He was still too concerned that Kimble would try to escape. He would need more motivation than Kimble's loneliness. He didn't believe for a minute that Kimble was sincere about really wanting to be with him. He knew full well this was some kind of bizarre rape thing he didn't completely understand. Kimble had to be looking for a way out. He countered by saying, "I heard ya talkin' in voices b'fore. When ya first come here. You weren't so lonely then."
"You really shure 'bout that?"
"What does that mean?"
"I wuzn't even out. Zander called me ta do fer you. You loved me so nice I decided to stay. Didn't have no reason b'fore."
"Maybe you should try explainin' that one again, kid. I didn't quite catch it."
Kimble looked up into Creed's face. "If I toldja I wuz crazy, would ya makes me leave?"
"Nope. We're all crazy here. 'Specially me. I could give a shit less. What's so special 'bout you?"
"I gots people in my head. There's me an' 'Shay an' Zander."
Victor just laughed. This had to be some kind of joke. Kimble wanted attention or something, maybe he was making up stories. Sabretooth had heard of split personalities, but never believed they were real. It was just some stupid excuse to get people to notice you or some such garbage. He ruffed Kimble's hair and moved away to dress. "Right. Whatever you say, kid."
Kimble whined softly as Creed withdrew. The Master was finished now, he was leaving. "Please don't go."
"Unlike you, I've got work to do. I got an out of town job, gonna be away a few days."
Kimble's heart shattered. The Master was leaving! A few days! "But-but - !" Kimble started to sputter, but Sabretooth held up a finger to silence him.
"Don't you worry. The boys here will be around. You won't be alone."
"It ain't the same as you," Kimble replied honestly. Sabretooth was his Master and he had already given himself over. No one else would really satisfy him. He started to follow Creed as he made for the door but was again held back by a raised hand. The Master didn't like him hanging on him, Kimble had learned that lesson early. If he got too grabby, he would be slapped with no love vibration to follow. Those blows always hurt because Creed didn't hold back. They were meant to deter him and they did, painfully. Kimble feared the sting of his Master's hand and obeyed. He crouched down to the floor submissively. "Takes me with you," he repeated, lowering his voice out of respect.
"I can't take ya where I'm goin'. It ain't safe. Besides, I can't work with you around. You distract me too much," Victor said with some affection. He had grown very fond of the pilot's special abilities. "Stay here an' sleep."
Kimble smiled up at him, recognizing the compliment he'd been given. He watched as Creed walked away, the Master's shine now shimmering with contentment, and thought his heart was going to burst with happiness. He was loved! The Master wanted him around. Heck! Somebody actually needed him! He had value, real value. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be in this cell much longer. The thought of it thrilled him. He wasn't the only one.
"So when're we bustin' out, Kim?" Zander repeated.
"The Master loves us..." Kimble breathed softly. His voice had gone soft and dreamy like before.
"He's jus' usin' us fer the backwash, kid. Don't git all excited."
"So what if he's usin' us. That's what we wuz made for. To be used."
Zander grumbled but Kimble was all done arguing. He climbed back up on the cot and curled up in the blanket. He was a little colder now that the Master had left. His body was using plasma to repair the damage done to him by Creed, but he wasn't fully cognizant that it was happening. He would sleep and the bruises would slowly fade. Whatever was left, Mary would fix.