THE BRIDGE

Part 5

Remy rolled down from the bed and rushed to the desk. He turned all
the papers over, emptied the drawers, and his thoughts were as
feverish in his search. ~Homme, y' have a notebook, don' y'? Baises,
dey had to put de t'ief Gambit to de prison, so why he says Creed
has him? Dose cops or Feds or anybody else went insane and gave
employmen' to the maniac sadict? Oh, here it is!~
He extracted a notebook from under few "Playboy" magazines from the
lower drawer and listed it hurriedly. On the page "G" there was a
name "Jean Grey" and a phone number. It was crossed out with the
color pen. Remy frowned and went on listing. On the page "S" he
found what he was looking for: "Scott Summers, number ..." , and next
line: "Jean Grey-Summers". ~So it is... T'ink y're lucky in playin'
cards, homme."
Remy reached for the phone and dialed the number. After nearly a minute
waiting he heard Scott's sleepy voice, "Hello?"
"Scott?"
"Logan? What's up?"
"'Tis Logan? Something happened?" Jean's worried voice sounded on the
background.
"Scott, I must fin' LeBeau. Now. Where's he?"
"Shit... sorry sweetheart... Logan, do you know how much time it is?"
Remy looked for the watch. 3:28 a.m.
"Sorry Scott but it's very important f'r me."
"Something's wrong? Logan, I'll come to you in half an hour..."
"No, no Scott, 't isn't necessary. Just help me to find him, ok?"
* * *
Sabertooth looked at his captive with a fraction of disappointment.
The kid curled up in a fetal position on the floor, not moving at
all, only breathing hard, one hand twisted unnaturally. His soft nice
hair was now dirty, soaked with sweat, water and Creed's cum, few
strands sticked to the sharp cheekbones and graceful neck. Sabertooth
came once at the kid's face and chest as the addition to his
humiliation. That time it seemed right, and he grinned when saw the
drops of his semen on this once proud face of the boy. All the
cockiness the redhead had when speaking to the boss in the study was
gone. He looked pitiful, humiliated... but not broken. Damn.
The kid was stronger than he seemed when being judged by his poultry bones
and pretty face. He held on better than many strong, huge men whom
Sabertooth broke in a minute. It made the game more and more
interesting. If not the boss' order... But the kid had to be alive and
capable to speak until he tells about that diskette the boss wanted.
However, after that happenes...  Sabertooth grinned wider at the thought and licked his lips. He worked on the boy for almost a day and got a bit bored of
simply beating and fucking him. He knew plenty of ways to vary the
process but they could be too hard for the weak kid. He didn't want
to risk of killing the captive before he would get an answer on his
question.
He asked it time after time, in the short brakes between fucking and
beating, and got only the silence and sometimes hateful or just
senseless looks. It was irritating. But the most irritating thing
was that his best weapon didn't work now. He got used to his victims being deadly afraid of the mere thought about what he could do to them. But nothing of what he did could frighten this fragile kid. He smelt of pain and blood - but not of fear.  The first time
Creed felt his favorite smell reeking from the captive (when he
fucked his pretty tight ass for the first time) was the last one.
Logan really wasn't frightened. He felt nothing at all. Shame,
humiliation, even pain were far away from him. Empty. Thoughts
rolled heavily inside his head: ~I don' wanna die like that... Not
from this bastard's hands... But he'll not let me die. He 'nd his
fuckin' boss wanna me alive. They wanna me tell them 'bout fuckin'
diskette. No, not me - LeBeau... I'm not LeBeau, I know nothin' 'bout
this diskette... an' the fuckin' bastard will fuck me and kick me
until this fuckin' body grow old an' die as a fuckin' rat with me
inside..." Then even those mixed thoughts were gone, and only one
phrase left in his head, and Logan repeated it as a spell:
"Don' scream, don' scream, don' scream..."
Sabertooth stretched and lazily came to the victim. Wrinkled
at the sight and roared: "Water!" The doop opened and the guardian
with the full bucket of water stepped into the room. He stared at
Creed with the eyes filled with what looked like a mixture of disgust
and fear... more fear than disgust.
They all were afraid of the huge Canadian. The cell where he
"politely asked some questions" was always the most unpleasant
place of the duty. Listening to the sounds that came from behind the
door, even the most heartless guardians pitied the captives who got
into Creed's "loving" hands.  Sabertooth knew it pretty well. Usually
he liked it - liked the way those guys smelt when he passed them in
the hallways or they had to enter the cell like that time. But now it
only irritated him more. This stupid man who is safe feared him, and
the defenseless beaten up and fucked up kid didn't!
Creed glared at the guardian, and he vanished. Sabertooth tossed the
water onto the boy for clean him a little, then thought for a moment.
The kid had a delicious mouth, hot and velvet, and the perfect tight
ass. Creed pitied he couldn't fuck his mouth and ass at once. Or
could he?
He grabbed the kid's hair and dragged him to the hammock in the
corner of the cell. He took a seat, chose a comfortable position and
pulled the boy onto the hammock, too.
"Open up", he ordered. The kid didn't move, he was beyond it long ago. Sabertooth
wrinkled and smashed the boy across the face - once, twice... New
portion of blood gushed from his nose, and the boy opened his mouth
catching the air. Creed grinned. There were easier ways to force the
captive to open his mouth but this one was a part of torture and,
therefore, the pleasure. He poked his thumb with the unsheathed claw
into the kid's mouth for not to let him shut it again, then bent
the kid's head down to his already half-hard cock and pushed himself
in. His left hand rested on the boy's throat, ready to pull him away
if the kid tried to bit his cock as he did several times before.
But Logan left these useless attempts long ago. First time Creed
forced him to take him in he bit his dick. Creed became furious.
Logan was afraid (or hoped?) the bastard would beat him to death. But
he didn't. His cock healed in a few minutes, and Creed fucked him
until he passed out.
Sabertooth kept going until the head of his cock prod against the
back of the kid's throat and went into his windpipe. The kid's body
convulsed violently, spasms ran down his back as he suffered
from suffocation. Creed kept his right hand on the boy's chin to feel
the way his throat moved when he forced himself down his gullet,
not stoping for a short moment, not letting the kid to get accustomed
to him. He smelt the pain the kid radiated, and it drove him crazy...
yet, the smell wasn't sweet enough without fear.  And the kid wasn't afraid.
Anyway, he enjoyed the involuntary scrape of teeth along the
sensitive skin of his shaft, the feeling of this hot wetness around
his cock. The kid made choking sounds, his entire body shook.
Creed put his hand on the back of his head, pressing it tightly to
his groin, and brutally thrust into him. Yeah... the kid was a perfect
fuck-toy. And Creed was going to use it as well as he could.
With one hand he reached to the kid's ass. Traced the firm round
cheek, pinched it leaving a new bruise, then pushed one finger
against the torn but still tight opening. The kid didn't react,
not even with trembling of lashes. Sabertooth shoved one finger
inside him, scrapping the already dried wounds, and groaned as the
hot body clenched around him, fighting against the invasion.
He moved his hips faster, the boy's nose was now buried in his blond
pubic hair, and his finger moved in the same rhythm...  in and out...
the wounds opened and the blood was a lubrication, and he slid easily
inside the wet channel - too easily, for his liking.  He added the
second finger, then the third one. The boy squirmed, his ass
twitched, the violent shake rolled along his back. Sabertooth grinned
and pushed the forth finger in, tearing the already rent opening. New
waves of wonderful smell of pain reached his nostrils, prompted him
thrust faster. He rammed his hips with all his strength
now, his left hand pulled the kid's head towards his cock, slammed
his face against his groin, while the right one deepened into his ass,
in and out, in and out... He was close to orgasm, the pre-cum already
trickled down the kid's throat, the rhythm of his thrusts became more
and more violent...
Somebody knocked the door.
"Shit!" Creed hissed.
"Sir..." The guardian's voice was trembling a little. Creed was sure
the man was deadly afraid - as usually when the guardians happened to
disturb him in his "asking questions". He knew also that no one of
them ever dared to distract him from his pursuit without *very*
important reason like earthquake or summon from boss.
His hard-on vanished in a moment. He pulled the kid away from him,
caught a wave of surprise in his smell, kicked him savagely into
his stomach, grinned as the boy moved weakly to protect himself,
kicked him once more, that time into the groin, put on his jeans and
headed to the door, growling on his way as an irritated animal.
The only wish Creed saw on the face of the guardian when opened the
door was to be as far away from this awful, abnormally huge growling
man with the eyes of a insane beast as possible.
"What?" Creed roared.
"Boss... He wanna see you..." the guardian said nervously.
Creed cursed, robbed his dissatisfiedly aching cock, turned to the
captive, grabbed his cuffed hands and dragged him to the wall. There
was a metal ring there, and Creed hitched him to this ring. Turning
around, he noticed almost palpable fear in the guardian's eyes. He
considered it was because of the sight of the cell and the beaten,
bleeding captive and toothy grinned. The guardian lowered his eyes.
Sabertooth followed his gaze and found out that his hands were soiled
with blood. With the same grin he wiped it of the guardian's uniform
and strided through the hallway.
When he turned round the corner the guardian stood still, not
bothering of close the door of the cell.
"Well done, homme", low voice said from behind him. Next moment firm
hilt of the gun hit his temple, and he fell onto the floor.
Remy, wearing the same uniform, dragged him to the neighbor cell
where three other guardians already were, all of them unconscious.
He locked them there and entered the cell where the captive was.
"Mon Dieu!", he said under his breath.