Days Without Sun
Chapter Twenty: Penetrated
Akihiko drove by Korovin's estate and about a mile past it he turned around. He killed the lights on the black Ford EcoSport he'd rented, pulled his night vision glasses on, and headed back.
There were other estates in this area, but around each were vast tracts of lush jungled forest. The inhabitants of the various mansions owned these as well and guarded the land aggressively, as their privacy was of the utmost importance.
From what he had learned studying the materials at Santo Justino's office, the perimeter of Korovin's estate grounds were largely unguarded, with the exception of a few widely interspersed security cameras and the ones on the main gate.
Akihiko felt Korovin was perhaps a bit overconfident, though the place was surrounded by a massive eight-foot stone wall. Atop the rock extended another four feet of wrought-iron, scalloped trim fencing; its top punctuated by sharp lethal looking spear-shaped points.
And of course, once one got over the fence there were the dogs to deal with. A dozen Brazilian mastiffs peppered with a few Dobermans patrolled the grounds, if the detective's information was good. Then closer into the property the placement of cameras became much more regular and there was a small contingent of about half a dozen armed staff in addition to regulars that ran the man's household.
From what he'd overheard at the PI's office it sounded like these human watchdogs were mostly ex-police or military.
Akihiko knew he was full of himself at times, but not so much so as to think the few times he and Misaki had played paintball commando or laser tag would give him any edge here. He knew he was clearly outmanned and out-gunned.
He frowned as he considered this.
He pulled off the road, shifted the Sport into four-wheel drive, and using the coordinates on his GPS in the dash, began to slowly press into the dense foliage. Soon he was inching the car cautiously just out of camera sight to one of the three blind spots one of Justino's men had identified along the outer wall.
Akihiko pulled the Sport right up alongside the stoned boundary scraping the side of the car.
What the hell do I care? It's just a rental after all.
Akihiko turned off the car. He'd already pulled all the wires to the vehicles internal lighting and all its various bells and whistles, another reason he wasn't too worried about the scratches on the side of the Sport. He slid out and opened the door to the back seat and pulled out his duffle bag, along with a few other things he'd purchased.
Akihiko then drew out the gun he loaded earlier, attached the glock's silencer, and slipped this into the holster he pulled on over his broad shoulders. He then set the duffle bag on the roof of the car. Next to this went a heavy, dark colored wool blanket. Lastly Akihiko pulled out a small but powerful portable Oxy Acetylene unit. Slinging the strap for the canister pack on his shoulder he agilely leapt on to the vehicle's hood and was soon standing on the roof of the car.
Standing on the top of the Sport, Akihiko had easy access to the fence. He peered over the wall and around as a precautionary measure. Seeing nothing that would alert Korovin to his presence, Akihiko took a fifty centavo coin from his pocket and snapped it at the iron fence before him. The metal hit with a soft clink and fell without another sound in to the foliage below.
Akihiko breathe a sigh of relief, the humid evening air sitting heavy in his lungs. They had said it wasn't electrified, but that it had that capability. Akihiko praised the gods for this consistency and hoped that his luck would continue to hold out.
Bending and picking up the blanket from the roof of the car. Akihiko threw it over the spikes so that it fell over the other side creating a blind. He slipped out another pair of goggles from the duffle bag and strapped them to the top of his head.
He ran through the checklist again of the things the man had told him at the welding supply store where he'd secured the tanks. Akihiko knew on so many levels that what he was attempting to do was madness, but he would have gone even more insane if he'd had to sit around and wait for one more second.
He turned the knob on the gas tank on low. Then Akihiko grabbed the striker attached to the unit and watched the flint spark. He couldn't help but jump at the pop as the gas caught. He turned the gas up and then twisted the knob on the adjacent oxygen tank. He watched the yellow flame shift to blue. He swallowed hard and stepped up to the metal fence.
It was sturdy, but not overly thick, thankfully. Akihiko pulled the self-darkening shades down over his eyes and then used his left hand to push the blanket out so that he didn't burn his cover. He angled the cutting tip against the base of the bars. He figured given the distance between them he'd need to cut three to make enough space to slip through.
Akihiko watched as the metal became molten. He depressed the handle on the cutting torch and an extra bit of air blasted from the oxy tank through the tip, the burst pushed the molten material aside, making the cut. It was nowhere near as clean as the one the shopkeeper had made after he'd given him extra money for a live demonstration, but it would do.
Akihiko's mind suddenly went to Misaki's finger again. Between the sparks he cursed Villinski and suddenly found himself wondering how this apparatus might work on human flesh.
Inside the compound, deep in his underground lair, Korovin was glowing. He sat in one of his many office spaces going over the results of his latest tests. All thirteen of his captives had now been successfully infected. In less than three months he'd be able to move to stage two of his project. Korovin grinned as he glanced at the display screen beside his desk. His pale eyes flickered over the image of a dozen blanketed forms in the dim dormitory he'd fashioned for his boys.
A brutal smile split his face, scanning over all his toys, carefully bundled, laying silent in their sickbeds.
Their fevers were raging, bodies aching, just as he'd planned. He supposed that some of them might be weathering this part of the virus better if he hadn't been playing with them so roughly prior to their infection. But what was the fun in that?
Korovin felt an electric thrill go through him. Even if not all of these subjects made it, there would be others. The Doc leaned back in his chair, his pelvis slid forward in the seat. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy.
The only problem he was having was, with some of the boys being as ill as they were, cleaning up after them was becoming such a bother. It was eating into his other activities but he didn't trust any of his staff with the importance of the work he was doing.
Korovin grimaced, and a low growl issued from his throat. That stupid escape plan that Jadir and Takahashi tried and its results certainly set me back. He hadn't found another boy he trusted enough to take over all Jadir's previous duties. The sadist gritted his teeth to keep from crying out his frustration, but the wave passed and he issued a sigh as the pleasing warmth of his success washed back over him. He knew how he could get back on track now.
"Jadir," Korovin sighed, pushing himself away from the desk.
A dark head followed his movement, mouth still attached to the mad doctor's shrinking penis as the youth stiffly crawled out from under the desk after him.
"You may release now," Korovin said coolly. He watched as Jadir drew back and his spent member slipped from between the teen's bruised lips with a slick slurping sound. Korovin brushed a cummy string of saliva from Jadir's bottom lip.
"Your skill never ceases to amaze me, my boy. There are days I am almost happy I saved you… Almost." Korovin chuckled.
Jadir said nothing. He kept his eyes on the floor.
Korovin watched the youth carefully and instantly noted the change in the boy's color. Without a word he reached over and grabbed a small waste basket next to him. He quickly shoved it in front of the kneeling youth and just in time as Jadir leaned over it and began to violently retch.
Korovin reached out for the teen when the boy was done but continued to linger over the container. He grabbed ahold of Jadir's close-cropped black hair and lifted his head. "I told you to tell me when you felt sick, you stupid cunt! I don't want your spew all over me or my space!" Korovin slapped Jadir hard with the hand not in his hair.
Jadir absorbed the blow. His tears fell, but the youth said nothing. "Tie that bag off!" Korovin ordered, the smell of the teen's come-filled vomit, offended even his medically calloused nose.
The Doc pushed himself back in his chair. He watched Jadir struggle to tie the plastic liner with the thumb and two fingers that remained to him. His eyes studied the boy's other arm, the roughly scarred caramel stump that ended at the elbow.
Finally growing impatient with the youth's frantic fumbling, Korovin leaned forward again, snatched the liner from Jadir's tortured hand, and tied it off himself.
"Honestly, Jadir!" He chided and his heart thrilled to watch the youth shrink from him. "If I'd known how useless you'd be with one hand, I might have tried harder to save the other."
As he said this Korovin remembered how it was, springing up those stairs the day of the escape, after throwing Takahashi down. He'd dashed out onto the grounds after Jadir, knowing in his battered condition the boy wouldn't get far. He'd feared for a moment he'd lost the youth but then he quickly located Jadir by the anguished screams. He'd run forward knowing that the dogs had found him.
Fortunately, it was only one of his dozen Fila Brasileiros. Despite his few fingers, Jadir managed to climb halfway up onto the low hanging branch of one of the estate's massive trees. Still, the dog had him by the calf. Jadir cried out as the huge mastiff's powerful bite hit bone.
Seeing this Korovin shrieked the "stop" command out to the dog but the hound had tasted blood and was oblivious to his master's calls.
The mastiff pulled Jadir from the tree. The instant the boy hit the ground, Jadir had raised his hands to protect his face and throat. He'd curled his thin legs up to his belly. The dog had lunged in and grabbed one of the teen's fragile hands, what was left of it, crushing it instantly. It shifted its grip up the boy's forearm as Jadir lost consciousness from the pain.
Without thinking about it twice, Korovin vaulted for a pitchfork left behind in a nearby plant-bed by one of the gardeners. He ran forward and plunged this into the dog's side. The mastiff had released the boy's broken arm. It raised its head and gave its master a rather accusatory look before quietly toppling over.
Korovin was standing there panting over the dog with the bloody boy in his arms as two of his guards suddenly appeared, drawn by Jadir's screams.
"Local urchin! Bloody, ragamuffin thieves! Haul that fucking beast away and burn it!" he screamed kicking the dead dog's side. "I want a handler here this afternoon to review with the pack what a fucking 'stop' command means!" Korovin spat at the men before he'd disappeared bearing away Jadir's body.
The men had shrugged and went to work taking the dog's body away. After all, this wasn't the first unfortunate to find its way into the Doctor's estate and then be spirited away. What did they care about one less thief? They would have killed him anyway themselves: that was what they were paid for. Only difference was that under their hands the death might have been a bit more merciful.
Korovin rushed Jadir back into the lab. The teen had been losing blood so quickly. He made the snap decision to take the boy's arm as the damage was so extensive. Once he'd done this and stitched the torn flesh of Jadir's leg he moved Jadir into another room, hooked up the necessary IV's, pain meds, and antibiotics. He'd known that only time would tell if his oldest pet would stabilize.
It was only, then once he'd secured Jadir, that he'd gone back to retrieve Takahashi. The boy had still been unconscious, thankfully. He'd picked Takahashi up and carried him to the same room he'd used for Jadir, sweeping the Brazilian boy's amputated limb into a bin after arranging Takahashi on the room's other table. He'd set to work immediately to ascertain his Japanese toy's damage.
He'd been so furious at the two youths, their foolish plan to escape, the unnecessary trauma and all they had jeopardized with their idiocy he vowed to inflict such retribution that neither would ever forget the cost of breaking this rule.
Returning from his memories, Korovin focused on Jadir again: his petite Brazilian angel. The boy was far more sturdy than he appeared. He had survived the trauma and his arm, fortunately, was the only thing that he'd lost.
Knowing Takahashi's weaknesses as he'd learned from the months of torturing the boy and extracting his secrets: telling him Jadir was dead had been such a beautiful punishment.
Korovin smiled at Jadir. This, more than his master's angry tones or his blows made the boy cringe.
Korovin leaned back in his chair. "Come sit with me a moment, pet," he coaxed.
The battered boy rose slowly, knowing that as gentle as this sounded it was still a command. He limped unsteadily towards his captor, permanently hobbled now from the dog's attack, his bitten leg still cast.
As he moved forward, Korovin's smile grew wider seeing the small but noticeable bump in the boy's belly that had appeared not long after the escape attempt and seemed to be becoming ever more pronounced with each passing day. The Doc had been both surprised and delighted that Jadir was showing so early.
He'd infected Jadir months ago, his first human subject. Well, first successful human subject. There had been others before the Brazilian teen.
Jadir had "caught" quickly after the initial phase of the infection. Korovin didn't know if the child the teen was carrying was his or not, he'd made so many of his toys fuck him as well. Not that it mattered. The most important thing was Jadir was pregnant and when the others were fertile, after his beautiful virus had changed their biology, all the rest of his boys would soon be too. Only then, he would definitely be the father: the generator of a never ending toy-box.
"Come sit with me, darling," Korovin patted his still-exposed and disheveled lap.
Jadir shambled over and settled against the man as he knew was expected. Even as he sat there he could feel Korovin's wilted member reviving against him.
The sadist scooted the chair with the two of them in it closer to the desk. He picked Jadir's teeth up from off their paper covered surface and watched with satisfaction as the boy easily opened up so that they could be returned to his mouth.
"I think you're well enough recovered at last to go back to work, don't you?" Korovin purred running his cruel fingers through the teen's damp raven bangs.
Obediently Jadir nodded.
"Good, boy."
Korovin felt himself growing harder as the scarred flesh of his favorite plaything's ass pressed against him. "Before I send you off, what do you say you bend that big belly of yours over the table and let me give you a proper fucking this time?" He chuckled at the shiver that shook Jadir's thin, scarred body.
As Jadir stood up and numbly moved to comply to his captor's request, Korovin glimpsed over at his monitor again. The madman saw a slight stirring in Takahashi's bed. Maybe he'd go with Jadir to the incubator. He couldn't wait to see Takahashi's face when he saw Jadir was alive.
He had already decided that once Jadir delivered and replaced himself, he really would kill the boy in front of Takahashi just for the fun of it, but for now, playing with his Japanese toy offered the potential of so much renewed fun.
Then Korovin cast his eyes back over at Jadir. The youth was standing bent over the desk, legs spread; the blunt end of his amputated arm holding him up off the desk's surface to protect his belly. The other reaching round as he'd been trained to pull his cheeks apart, displaying his abused portal.
The Doc found the asymmetry of the image somewhat displeasing. He sighed at this.
I really should have tried to save Jadir's other hand.
Even with this little aesthetic annoyance, a cruel grin formed on his face. Korovin rose and moved forward, spitting into his palm and pumping his hard cock. He gave a pleasured groan as he pressed up against Jadir a moment later and heard the music of the boy's muffled sob as he was entered too quickly.
Korovin considered all he'd accomplished, his new viral masterpiece and the endless bounty the future held for him. As he began to thrust, the sounds of Jadir cries soothed him and Korovin thought in this moment his world felt pretty fucking perfect.
He grunted looking down at the scared back of the teen beneath him.
He began to thrust faster.
Too bad perfection is such a fleeting thing.
Sorry for the earlier chapter mix up. It's fixed now.
So here you have a bit of a surprise, neh? Poor Jadir…
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