Title: Do You Care If I Bleed?
Series: Sorrow After Sins, Part 2
Author: Whipblade - Crissy Synth
E-mail : whipblade@...
Disclaimers: See Splash-#1
Summary : Kitty? finds out just how much mutants are
hated and how far humans will go to vent
...Continued directly from previous story.
Sorrow After Sins
Do You Care If I Bleed?
A bright cheery office sat a top the 25th floor,
windows all around the room letting the sunny
daylight shine into the blinding fluffy white shag
carpeted room. Gold trim pine chairs shined to a
horrifying glare with black leather cushions tied on
to the seats, as well as an equally bright wood
Commander Zeekieal, dressed in a dark suit with a
white collared top underneath wearing dark
framed glasses that perched on the brim of his nose,
he sat behind the only desk in the room. The
glass door that lead out of his office opened with a
gentle swish. The elaborate Genosha
Headquarters for its military outfit was no more than
an expensive front for the world that lived
and breathed outside of the nation.
A slim model like blond stepped into the office. Her
short pink miniskirt clung to her rounded hips
like plastic food wrap. Her enlarged breasts barely
kept themselves contained in an angora pink
tube top. "Sir, there's a man on the phone claiming to
be Sad-a-me Hue-in-sane on line three. He
claims the matter is of the apt most importance
concerning the rescued Turkeys?" She half hardly
relayed most of the message to her boss.
"Thank you Tabitha, I'll take the call." Commander
With a shrug of indifference she turned and left the
door swishing closed. Zeekieal was once again
On the corner of his polished desk, among papers and a
laptop, Zeekieal picked up the phone.
"Commander Stantley Zeekieal here." Zeekieal spoke
into the phone. "Ahh, Yes, well I can assure
you they are all safe and sound sir."..."No no, We
only picked up ten alive."..."Bodies included?
There would of been 13."..."Mutants? two and one
body."...."When ever you are ready to pick
them up."..."The Mutants will be unable to be returned
to you."..."I assure you sir, It is imperative
that they not be returned to you."..."No,
no."..."Genosha is an independent nation. We strive
the rights and freedom of Mutants. The condition of
the two we recovered from the crash site
have been subjected to abuse."..."Well., yes" "Three
days. Yes sir."..."Viewing of the Mutants?
Not likely. They are traumatized, they are both in
separate hospitals, sir." Zeekieal continued to lie
to the other party on the phone.
"Your men? Taken care of by the Genosha Government. Do
not worry, they have been well
treated."..."That is fine."..."Three days
sir."..."Good bye." Commander Zeekieal hung up the
phone and sighed.
"Can't anyone just die in plane crashes?" He muttered
to no one but him self in the cheery office.
Commander Zeekieal, a cunning man who knows that when
ever Genosha comes into question,
they must mask their crimes against mutants, crimes
Sabretooth couldn't remembered how many days he had
been a captive to the first party. He was
abducted from a night club he had visited once. Many
innocents died that night, not like anyone
was about to take Victor Creed peacefully. From there,
to the volcano, a few nights with
Magneto and Raven, then all hell. Lava, recovery,
escape, crash, capture now standing in
darkness, alone with the red head across from him
chained up just like himself, Deja vou. struck,
he had been in situations similar to this before, AND
got out of them with all his many body parts
intact and attached.
Twisting his wrist slightly Sabretooth scratched a
seven into the cement wall, then one line after
that. The seven stood as his rough estimate as to how
long he was in the F.O.H.'s custody, the
one represented the damn day he been near, on and in
Time passed, a lot of time, six wall scratches amount
of time. They came, from the dark, the
slapping of their hard sole shoes on the cold concrete
floor, Eight of them entered. Five from the
Iraqi plane crash. Sabretooth was positive now, that
they were not Friends of Humanity, they just
didn't act like it only looked the part. The eight
gathered around then unchained the red head.
Sabretooth was forced to witness the rape of the red
head, he growled and pulled at his restraints
still secured into the stone walls, as one by one the
strange men fucked her, sometimes three
going down on her at once. Sabretooth snarled
infuriated at his inability to escape while the
guards were occupied. He pulled harder on his
restraints, twisted his wrists, trying to slip his
"What's a matter? Big bad Mutant likes her?" Sanjeev
Sabretooth roared glaring down at the human.
Sanjeev walked towards the male mutant. "Well, maybe
your just jealous. You want part of the
action too don't you?"
Sabretooth growled low, 'aw fuck.' the thought to
himself. 'I trying to escape and they think I give
a damn about her.' He rolled his eyes, catching the
glint of something shiny in Sanjeev's hand.
Sabretooth couldn�t' make it out right away.
Until a cold hard piece of metal struck Sabretooth up
side the head. Sanjeev proceeded to beat on
Sabretooth, all the while taunting him about his love
for the red head.
Attention to the sex object was quickly diverted as
one of them tossed her into the floor. Chained,
Surrounding Sabretooth, the men proceeded to beat him
brutally. Sabretooth roared and slashed
out, finally he caught the one he needed out of the
way. Sanjeev was dead. The others, more
angered than before slammed objects into Sabretooth
until blackness engulfed him.
Three marks she had placed upon the wall beside her
cur. She knew that every 24 hours made a
mark. The red head ran her tongue along Sabretooth's
lips. she was offering what little moisture
she had. Sabretooth moaned then took her tongue into
his mouth. The two kissed in necessity.
Opening his eyes fully she backed away smiling
tenderly. Her orange eyes reflecting joy, even in
the darkest hour of their hell.
Groggily Sabretooth observed the darken cell, the two
once again had been left alone.
"Can you get me out of these things?" Sabretooth
whispered as he noticed that they had left the
red head chained but free from the wall.
Slinking down Sabretooth's body she tried the locks on
his feet, but to no avail. Then slinking
back up along his body, she tried the ones around his
wrists fruitlessly. With little hope she tried
to pry the inhibitor collar off his neck. It didn�t'
do any good either. She leaned against
Sabretooth's stretched body.
Her cur was helplessly chained up. She looked at him
intently. Long straggly blond hair and rough
whiskers that slowly were becoming a beard, strange
dark eyes filled with hate, and scruffy
clothing, or what was left. He had burnt leggings that
could have been pants at one time. A ripped
blood splattered brown top also burnt. He didn't have
a coat, but he did have long black nails. The
appearance of her cell mate screamed vagabond, but she
didn't know if he was truly homeless, cur
fit him much better. A wanderer and stray, like a dog
rather than a human, he was her cur.
The weather turned from bright and sunny to miserable
and rainy over night.
Genosha's air traffic, along with much of the road
traffic had been delayed until the storm passed,
much to the displeasure of travelers, vacationers and
incoming government planes.
Water splashed down on nine men concealed in the
shadows, as they ran from a long row of hotel
units to another row of hotel units. Their military
boots slapped the wet pavement, then gravel as
they made their way from the rooms to the prison
compound. The dash left them all soaking wet
and slightly chilled.
The men stopped as they came to a darken wet wall of
the prison building.
"Imbecile, they will never let us in." A harsh voice
whispered from one of the men.
"Shut up, Ali. We are political guests, they have to."
A second harsh voice snapped.
The tallest shadow, a man with broad shoulders marched
directly to the prisons front guard both,
made of wood, with holes for windows but no panes of
glass, not twenty feet from the wall where
the nine had paused against.
Each one walked like they knew what they were doing.
The guard looked at the nine.
"Halt!" He shouted as he stood up and opened the door.
"Who are you?" The guard asked
grumpily as he started to get rained on.
"We are the unit from Iraq. Political guests of
Genosha. We are here to interrogate mutants that
had been brought here from our downed plane." The tall
one said tilting his head up slightly. It all
gave him a more authoritative look.
The guard nodded. "Go on ahead." He said buzzing them
into a steel door.
The nine men disappeared.
Sabretooth still hanging on the wall had dozed off.
The red head stayed awake. The two kept
sleeping in shifts, in case someone came. And indeed
footsteps sounded from down the hall. The
red head moved to her cur, she rubbed against him,
then kissed him fully on the lips. Her tender
red lips that matched her hair pressed against his
chapped dry lips.
Sabretooth growled as he awoke to the moist kiss.
Frowning briefly he looked at the girl, she
smiled back blushing. Sabretooth heard the foot falls,
and almost like someone eating. Keeping
silent he glared down at the girl, planning on giving
her hell once they were alone again. He didn't
like the idea of a frail trying anything while he
The cell door opened with a squeak.
Eight men filed into the room. Stan, due to his bad
leg, opted to stay on the outside of the cell and
open the door when they wanted out.
"Hey big bad mutant. Your not going to scream now are
you?" Jim, now dressed in a Genosha
military uniform sneered at Sabretooth, as he roughly
grabbed the red head's arm and dragged her
to her feet.
Sabretooth growled and shook his head no, even though
he wanted to swear and rip each of the
fucking bastards apart.
Above her, they laughed. In her they pounded. Around
her they called her a slut and mutant bitch.
She knew that the cur of hers was watching. She knew
he had no choice in the matter, she hoped
he would be taking notes. She knew, like the little
girl with the metal over her fingers, he was
fated to this world as well, he just didn't know it
She let out a sound that she hadn't uttered for 77
days, she screamed.
Sabretooth jumped. He smelt the blood, her voice
pierced the cell like a hot sword slicing threw
warm butter, the sound of snapping bones, then they
gagged her. One of them, Sabretooth
thought it was Ali, stuffed his swelled cock down her
throat to silence her screams. It worked. In
suffocating the poor frail to death.
They didn't stop until each one had a turn inside the
dead girls body.
"Stan," One of them yelled from the black cell.
Stan turned around and opened the door. "Done?"
"Yes, all finished. Got the keys? Need to make it look
like the big guy did it." The same voice
stated from the dark.
Sabretooth was slightly shocked as strong cold
callused hands started to caress him, his top was
torn off, what was left of his burned shorts ripped
apart, a warm liquid was smeared all over his
legs, belly and..
Sabretooth moaned as someone started to suck on him.
Hot breath against his manhood, wet lips
sealed around his ever hardening shaft, and a mouth
that sucked on him like a hoover.
Sabretooth�s subconscious snapped 'What the hell they
planning hu?' Sabretooth snorted, trying to
keep his body in control, to no avail.
"I think he's liking it." One of the men commented.
"He won't for long!" Someone else snapped the sound of
a steel bar being picked up off the
cement floor echoed.
Sabretooth roared as cold hard metal crashed against
his head, again and again, then his body.
Each blow stung, finally the last pop came just near
the temple, Sabretooth was out.
Sabretooth groaned as he started to come aware of his
surroundings. He hurt, his head hurt, to
him even the very tip of his hair hurt. He moaned
again, then coughed. Blood trickled from his
mouth. The smell of death surrounded him. Slowly
testing each joint, Sabretooth sat up, he
realized someone had taken him off the wall. He leaned
against the wall and slowly let his eyes
focus on the blurry objects on the floor with him.
In the back corner a can, full of urine and feces was
tipped over, the smell emitting was putrid.
Black furry objects scurried to and fro squeaking.
Sabretooth curled back his lips in a silent snarl
as he watched the movement of the rats. They all fed
noisily on something near the cell door.
Sabretooth realized that the red head wasn't around.
Then as he watched a rat tug on something, a
ripping noise echoed in the cell. A long red tassel of
hair stripped off of the dead girls carcass
complete with scalp and blood dangled in the rats
Sabretooth growled as he realized what they, who they
fed off of. Sabretooth watched the rats
scurry back and forth. Reaching out Sabretooth
snatched a squealing furry object, then bit into its
back. He spit out the black fur then dug in. Snarling
he tossed the half eaten carcass at the mass
feeding off the dead girl. The rats didn't even budge
as the carcass landed on top of a few, they
started to finish gnawing on the dead rat. Sabretooth
felt oddly sick, his gut grumbled. Rats tasted
like shit, he didn't want to eat anymore, no matter
how fucking hungry he was. With a roar he
banged the back of his head hard against the cement
wall, only to succumb to the blackness of
unconsciousness once more.
"Gawd damn ugly freak of nature!"
Sabretooth awoke again to pain, and noise. On the
verge of passing out again, Sabretooth realized
he was chained up again, but not against a wall, he
was standing, his aching arms over his head,
his toes hardly touched the ground. Around him voices
loud and angry, soon objects found
themselves against his skin.
Sabretooth growled shaking his head, wanting to pass
Water, but, it wasn�t' water, splashed on his face.
Shaking his head, Sabretooth growled as he became
He not only dangled in the middle of a larger cell
with electric bars all around him, but he was
encased in blue shimmering light, the only light
around him. It was completely dark except for the
Men, lots of them shouted at him, kicking him,
punching him. He listened trying to get a baring as
to was happening.
"Mutants don't care who they kill. They even rape
their own kind."
"Sick fucking bastard!"
"Likes young girls do you?"
"You filthy animal!"
"Gonna get what you deserve!"
"Sick moth'a fuka!"
Sabretooth stopped listening, they were accusing him
of murdering that red head not just
murdering, but raping. He couldn't believe them, he
knew he hadn't, he knew who did. Damn
Homo Sapiens, Sabretooth hated to be referred as one.
He jumped, something just hit him, almost
like a blade.
"Diplomatic disputes between Genosha and Iraq have
once again hit the news. The dictator of
war torn Iraq, Nehaw Ohamma, successor to Saddam
Hassan, and the dictator of picturesque
Genosha, Stantley Zeekieal have once again agreed to
sit down at the table to settle disputes that
have been brought up since the crash of an Iraqi plane
just of the coast of Genosha, some few..."
"Hey! I was watching that." A strong voice of a woman
in her mid 30's complained to someone.
"Ya? Well guess what 'Ro, The world ain't gonna end if
you don't watch tha news for ten
minutes." A strong gruff male voice growled.
"Just what is it you would like, Wolverine?" Ororo
asked somewhat annoyed.
"Not me darlin', Chuck." Wolverine gruffly said. "In
"The way you say that Logan, reminds me of being sent
to the principal's office back in
elementary school." Ororo laughed as she stood up from
"You mean there's a difference?" Wolverine snorted
following Ororo out of the den.
Blackness had became all that Sabretooth knew. He
couldn't see, not only did they never give him
enough light, but now they had wrapped duct tape
around his eyes. Unable to see he couldn't
mark up any wall, Sabretooth kept track of how many
weeks it had been. 30 long weeks since the
red head had died, not counting the times he spent
A chain, leading from the floor attached to his
inhibitor collar, restricted Sabretooth's movements.
They, men, Genoshains, moved him from the larger cage,
back to his original cell. The body of the
red head had been removed, and a steel spike in the
center of the cells floor had been added, but
that was all that changed.
He heard them coming, he couldn't smell them, not with
the busted nose he had, nor the fact that
he could only breath threw his mouth now. He counted
about seven sets of boots slapping the
cement floor. Needless to say, being blind and forced
to only crawl within a meter diameter, left
little cleanness in the cage.
The door opened, he knew it was in front of him.
Sabretooth tried to back up, only to find himself
at the end of his rope, so to say.
Sabretooth's stomach rumbled demanding food.
"You want something to eat?" One of the captors asked
in a pleasant tone.
"Kneel, I'll give you something to eat." He said.
Sabretooth kneeled, he stopped fighting months ago,
there wasn't much use. He tried to escape, it
didn't work. Sabretooth lowered his head as he heard
the crackle of a zipper.
"Suck it, bitch boy." The man snapped.
Sabretooth wrinkled his nose then turned his head.
"What are you doing, Rex?" Someone else called from
"Getting kicks." The first guard, Rex replied. "Well,
suck me bitch!" Rex snapped at Sabretooth.
Sabretooth shook his head no.
With a howl, Sabretooth screamed as the duct tape was
harshly removed from his dry skin.
Blinking adjusting to the sudden change Sabretooth
looked at the ten men around him. Keeping
his head turned from the zipper with his face full of
Reaching out, Rex took hold of Sabretooth's oily limp
blond hair. Twisting hard, Sabretooth was
forced to look at Rex's awaiting cock. "I said put it
in your mouth!" Rex growled kneeing
Sabretooth in the chin.
Sabretooth's head snapped up with the sudden clunk,
looking back at the cock, he shifted his jaw
then slowly opened his mouth. Before he could
reconsider, IT was shoved down his throat.
"Close your lips around it!"Rex ordered. Sabretooth
obeyed, his lips closed around the cock,
along with his teeth.
"FUCK!" Rex screamed slapping Sabretooth's face. "No
Sabretooth looked up at Rex, he didn�t really try to
keep his teeth off the mans cock, he bit down
just a little bit harder instead.
"OW! Gawdamnit!" Rex yelled pushing Sabretooth off of
him. Sabretooth watched frightened as
someone handed the guard Rex something silver.
Creeds eyes widen in horror. It'd been life times ago
that he had to sustain such a horror. Whether
it really happened or just a Weapon X implanted
memory, Sabretooth didn't know. But he could
recall being stuck alone in a dark basement for years
being called a monster, an animal, having to
submit to beating by his own father, and the pliers.
If there was one thing that could get
Sabretooth to back up and whimper, it was the very
thought of being beaten down and have his
own father pull each claw from his hands, his feet and
each sharp tooth out of his mouth, with
those pliers, again and again. But those who tried it,
usually didn't live to see tomorrow, usually.
"Hey, what�s happening?" Someone asked from the back,
they couldn't see.
Rex returned to Sabretooth with a pair of pliers in
hand. "Open your fucking mouth bitch!" Rex
Sabretooth pressed against the wall, his chain taunt
and mouth closed.
"Give me a hand!" Rex ordered as he waved the pliers
in the air.
Several men surrounded Sabretooth.
Sabretooth growled as he was grabbed then hauled down
onto the floor. It took all of them to
hold Sabretooth down, open his mouth, then Rex applied
the pliers onto his bottom fang. The
fang was ripped out. Sabretooth roared as the blood
flowed and pain burned.
They all laughed.
"He howls like some fucking house cat." A man
Naked, alone, Sabretooth whimpered sucking on the
blood that flowed out of the tooths old spot
in his jaw for nourishment. Some of it dripped out
over his chapped lips, he was unable to feel it
due to the swelling.
From then on, Sabretooth was referred to as Kitty. Not
like he enjoyed the name, but it started to
become what he was.
Time slowly trudged on, it'd been 60 days since he got
labeled Kitty, a hundred and one scratches
in total lined the wall.
Men would enter Sabretooth's cell, beat him then
leave. Very few tried to rape Sabretooth. Next
to Sabretooth being able to fend off attackers, along
with everyone thinking that there was
something morally wrong with gayness. Which was
completely fine by Sabretooth, he didn't want
them doing that. But then, someone, or maybe a lot of
them started to change their minds.
Five men came into Sabretooth's cage attempting to
have their way with the large mutant, five
men left Sabretooth's cage in body bags.
His captors changed tactics, beating Sabretooth
unmercifully for hours before hand. Sabretooth
didn't have much strength left to fend off the hand
full of men and their twisted ideas.
On this hands and knees, Sabretooth snarled as he dug
his claws into the filthy cold ground. They
thrusted into him, he was held down by several of
them, each one just as desperate for a screw
than the one in Sabretooth.
"Kitty, Kitty like this don't you Kitty?" Someone
Sabretooth roared then slashed out at the men. They
all laughed as they dodged easily. By the
time it was over, Sabretooth was bleeding, again.
"Push against my thrust not with it!" Rex ordered as a
spiked club found its way against
Sabretooth's rib cage. "That's a good kitty."
On his hands and knees again, Sabretooth listened to
every word. Rex took it upon himself to
teach the 'Kitty' to be a good fuck. Not that
Sabretooth could try and kill Rex, but the man kept a
muzzle over Sabretooth's maw, as well as the shackles
that so long ago held Sabretooth's ankles
to the wall, now held Sabretooth's hands. The spiked
billy club found its way against his side once
more, and it hurt like hell. One long year and three
weeks had passed. Happy New Year,
Kitty moved his hips against every thrust Rex made
into his ass. The pain of rape still lingered, but
sickly enough, Sabretooth was getting used to it.
"Miles, try him." Rex said as he pulled out of Kitty.
Miles unzipped then shoved his manhood unceremoniously
into Kitty's ass.
Kitty, grunted with the dry insert. Practicing what he
was taught, Sabretooth rocked his hips
against Miles's thrust.
"Damn, he's good, ugh!" Miles panted, then moaned as
he came. Pulling out Miles cupped the
mutants jaw, looking at Kitty's face he remarked
"That's a good ass bitch." Patting Kitty's greasy
Being taught to be a good ass bitch was one thing, but
Rex wanted Kitty to be a good slut period.
Kitty was forced to blow the ones brave enough to put
their cocks in his fanged maw, but those
far and few between upset Rex. It changed both Rex's
mood and Sabretooth's health when Miles
demanded a new service from Kitty.
"RIM ME!" Miles ordered.
Kitty snarled, his face free from the muzzle.
"You'll do as I say Kitty!" Miles snapped punching
Kitty in the face. "RIM ME!"
Miles grabbed the pliers. "Rim me or I take the other
"Fuck you." Kitty growled, but didn't look to see if
that threat was serious or not.
"Rex, Bob, Craig, Get over here." Miles demanded.
The guards took a hold of Kitty, forcing him on his
back on the floor more easily than before,
Miles took the pliers as Rex and Bob held open his
The other bottom fang was yanked out. Blood poured out
of the new wound.
Later that evening, Kitty with a face full of disgust
and eyes shut, was running his tongue along
Miles ass. He was rimming Miles, not liking it one
bit, nope not a teeny bit, but Miles sure was
Eighty wall scratches after, Kitty took Bob into his
mouth once more. Kneeled down Kitty sucked
on the cock, lapping at the pre-cum and dragging his
tongue along the bottom. Kitty's hands ran
along the man's legs and balls. "My ass." Bob ordered.
Slowly Kitty let his now, gloveless hands slip up to
Bob's ass. Caressing the cheeks, he trailed his
fingers along the crack, then with a disgusted sloppy
grunt, Kitty inserted his finger into the mans
puckered ass. "Yess" Bob moaned.
As Bob rocked his hip, furthering his cock down
Kitty's throat, Kitty pushed his finger further into
Bob's ass, then two fingers.
"God damn Kitty! I'm going to take care of those
fucking claws of yours!" Bob snapped.
Kitty's black eyes widened slightly, they all moved
around him and with the pair of pliers, one by
one pulled the claws out of the mutants hands. All but
the two stubborn thumb claws and one
Within days the smell of male sex, sweat, urine, blood
and the stench of rotting feces
overwhelmed the stale air of Kitty's cell. Few came
around to see Kitty. Kitty was unable to kill,
then finally after begging for a scrap of meat that he
never got, Kitty was able to sink his two top
fangs into flesh.
Sabretooth lunged at Miles, the man went down with a
sharp cry. His dead body falling to into the
corner of the cell with a squish, as the shit
splattered all over the walls and the corpse. The
started to become unbearable, for Kitty and worse more
for the men who had to at least feed
Kitty. Bowl of warm water, stale moldy bread slices
and a chunk of some type of unidentifiable
jerky type meat.
"A VACATION!?!" Jubilee excitedly gibbered as her big
chocolate eyes lit up as bright as the
yellow jacket she wore.
"No Jubilee, a mission." Storm assured the young one.
The two stood before the black bird in the X-Men's
hanger. Each one of them had a duffle bag in
hand. Gambit strolled in.
"A mission on a beach, how hard can it be Storm?"
Jubilee asked with her puppy eyes.
"Petite�s right, mon ami. 'ow 'ard can a trip to de
beach be?" Gambit asked as he strolled past the
two ladies, selecting a decent ride, he popped the
trunk to a red convertible.
"A vacation at the beautiful Genosha beach. What are
you worried about Storm?" Jubilee asked as
she jumped into the back seat of the car.
"A lot, young one." Storm replied taking the wheel.
More marks found themselves on the wall when Kitty had
heard something about X MEN
vacationing on Genosha, he faintly wondered if they
knew what was going on. Being held in the
dark and cold underground cell, he guessed it was
summer time again. Foot steps of people
approaching sounded from the hall.
"Grab his legs!" A males voice shouted.
"Get the other arm!" A second male voice shouted.
"Bloody bastard needs a bath! What a stench!" Some
other male commented.
Snapping and growling, Kitty was dragged out of the
cell. He was hung up once again in the
middle of the hall way. Naked and on display, they
took a bucket of water and splashed it on his
dirty skin. The shower was finished in minutes.
"That's it? What, no soap? No bubble bath ? Not even a
brick? How the hell can you ass holes
wash me if you don't have anything to clean me with?"
"Shut up freak! The only brick you will ever see is
the one I will smash into your thick skull."
Someone behind Kitty snapped picking up a brick off
Kitty laid on the floor sprawled out, too tired and
sore to move he held onto the last strings of
what was left of his sanity. Kitty whimpered, couldn't
talk, couldn't cuss, he was kicked in the
throat every time. He didn't care sometimes, but after
the brick slammed into his jugular, he
started to care just a little. He didn't want to die,
just to piss these asses off he was determined to
live, come back here and slaughter everyone in the
"Kitty hungry?" The voice of Rex echoed in the
Kitty nodded as he laid sprawled out on the cold wet
"Aww, they beat you again? They rape you again?" Rex
asked with mock concern.
"Well suck my dick, and then maybe, just maybe I won't
beat you." Rex sneered. "You are hungry
"Show me!" Rex demanded.
Kitty slowly weakly got up on all fours, trying to
steady himself, he managed to sit up. Blood,
water and sweat dripped off of him. Tipping his face
up, he started to lap the cloth of the man's
Rex moaned as he undid his fly. "..yeah, oh ya.... mmm
suck... ya.. uhg... good... uhhhh.... harder
baby.., ya that's it. harder,...oooooooooooo ya. ugh
ugh" Rex groaned then came, shooting his
sperm down Kitty's accepting throat.
"Bitch cat!" Rex snapped as he came off of his sex
Kitty winced as he was kicked in the face, then
punched. Before the last blow was delivered, Kitty
passed out falling hard against the floor.
Jubilee sat pouting at the mansion's supper table.
"That was the worst vacation I have ever been on." She
spitefully spat. Her fork jabbed
unrelentingly at the escaping peas on her dinner
"It wasn't a vacation, it was a mission." Storm
"She's right kiddo'. There will be other times to go
on a real vacation." Wolverine said trying to
calm the youngest X-Men in training down.
"Yeah? Like when?" Jubilee snapped, her arms crossing.
"How about tomorrow Jubilation?" Storm asked.
"I am sorry to disrupt your to be plans, Ororo, but I
have to send you on a mission tomorrow." A
new voice added into the conversation. It was Charles
Xavier, founder of the X-Men.
The body of Miles was finally found.
"You want to kill us, hu kitty?" A tall bulky Genosha
guard snarled. "We ain't going to let you
die, not so soon. Your going to suffer, and pay for
what you did!" He growled.
A butter knife and a pair of gardening hedge clippers
appeared in two of the twelve surrounding
guards hands. Kitty tilted his head as he was
unchained, then dragged down the dark hallway, to
where the weeks garbage had been piled.
Forced to the floor, arms pinned under his back. Three
men on each side spread his legs and held
them fast as two men sat on his chest one of them held
his cock in a filthy hand.
"Do it now Dave." One laughed while gripping the
Kitty's right leg firmer.
Kitty looked at the one holding the butter knife. The
knife went down between his legs then to his
thigh. Wielding the butter knife, rubbing the slight
ridged edge against the inner thigh skin, Dave
talked to Kitty.
"You going to see just how much we like you now Kitty.
All this time wasted on you. Keeping
you caged, when a dam had to be built. All this time
letting strangers dress up like guards and
fuck you, train you. Now you will see just what we
think of our Commander Zeekieal now."
Pain burned as the knife drew blood. Cutting the wound
open more with the butter knife, Dave
started to separate the flesh higher and higher,
Kitty closed his eyes tightly.
Pain of the rusty object affectionately being dragged
up and down both legs and flat stomach,
He couldn't smell what the object was, he was too
terrified to open his eyes and watch, he
couldn't he had a feeling he knew what was going to
happen. Cold hands gripped him all over,
metal full of rust rubbed against his skin.
Fear gripped Kitty in his chest. His breaths came in
short scared pants.
Suddenly the hedge clippers opened.
screamed like never before
then darkness once again consumed all.
"Man, talk about your wailing cat in heat." Dave
When Kitty awoke, he was sure it was more than just
one day that had passed. His inner thighs
were on fire. The pain under his cock burned like lava
on his legs. He slowly sat up, opening his
tired eyes he saw the blood covered the floor in a
haze. A massive pool of blood sat in the center
of the hallway, then a wide trail all the way to where
he sat now. Kitty looked down at the large
dark spots on his legs and chest.
"He�s awake." Someone's voice muttered in the
"Good, he�s a lousy fuck when he�s unconscious." Dave
"He's lost a lot of blood." Someone else observed.
"Who cares." Dave said.
Counting the blurry objects, there was only seven men
left to guard him.
Kitty closed his eyes. He opened his eyes again when a
hand fell onto his chest. The blurry figure
brushed a hand over Kitty's mouth. Kitty turned his
head away, it lulled against his own shoulder.
"He�s useless." Dave yawned.
Kitty blinked in and out of consciousness. It barley
registered to him that he was dressed in a
baggy ripped tee and shorts , the same clothing they
had taken off of him, unknowingly years ago.
"My X-Men prepare for immediate departure." The voice
of Charles Xavier carried over
everyone's com link.
End of part 2.
TBC, in part 3.
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