How long he was lost in darkness Remy did not know. He came to himself as Sinister was pulling a large needle from his arm.
�There,� he said, �that should make you a little more pliable.�
Remy spit in his face. Sinister smiled as he wiped it off. �Ah LeBeau, glad to see you haven�t lost your sense of humor. Welcome home.�
Remy remained silent. He�d learned long ago that silence mildly irritated Sinister. Like most megalomaniacs he enjoyed questions, they gave him a chance to pontificate.
Remy was shaking badly. Whatever SInsiter had goven him was strong. He couldn�t think.
Sinister smiled in satisfaction as he watched Remy�s pupils dialate. �I think we�re ready to begin.
Remy was perched on a tiny platform, maybe eight inches square. The platform was suspended above a pool of icy water. He was afraid of the water more than he had ever been of Creed. He was so cold.
Whenever Remy fell asleep, his muscles relaxed and he tumbled into the water, which burned his naked skin. A crane would come down fish him out and return him to his perch.
�They used to use it on cats,� Sinister had said, �to study the effects of sleep deprivation. It seemed appropriate.�
Remy hadn�t wanted to ask what had happened to the cats.
How long had he been in here? Days certainly, weeks? Probably not, but who could tell? His whole body ached, what self-awareness he�d been able to maintain was being worn away in the face of this grinding exhaustion. He tried to hold it together, tried to maintain a sense of himself outside the overwhelming pain and despair. That was the only way he would survive what he was beginning to realize were Sinister�s attempts to brainwash him. <Or worse.>
But in the long run he knew it was futile. He would fight for as long as he could. If he got lucky they would kill him before they broke him. In the long run it was just a matter of time. Sinister was an expert at breaking people. Still Remy would try to hold it together. How long had he been in here?
Eventually he reached the point where he could no longer balance on the platform. As soon as the crane hoisted him out he tumbled back in. After a few repetitions of this an alarm sounded and the crane lifted him out of the water tank and dumped him on an equally cold floor at Sinister�s feet.
�Eight days.� Said Sinister. �Not too bad. Better than a cat. Victor? I leave you to your job.� Sinister turned and left the room.
Creed stepped out of the shadows. "It's hunting time." he said. He pulled off Remy's bonds. "It's more fun when they try to run."
Remy tried as hard as he could, but he was crippled, drugged and exhausted. Creed caught him easily and pinned him against the ground. "All mine." Remy bit him on the arm, hard enough to draw blood from the thick skin. Creed smacked him casually in the ear and Remy's head rolled back, stunned.
Creed pulled out his enormous limp dick. "I think you need to start the party, fox." He said and grabbed Remy by the hair, forcing his face up until it was level with his cock.
"I'd wanted the runt to do this, but I guess I'll have to settle for the runt's bitch instead." He grabbed Remy on either side of his head and rammed his face into his crotch. Remy struggled, refusing to open his mouth.
"Now now, none of that." said Creed. He hit Remy again and almost unconscious, Remy's jaw dropped open. Creed shoved his dick inside until it bumped against the back of Remy's throat and caused him to gag.
"I suppose sucking is a bit too much to ask at this point, but we'll get there eventually." He began ramming his cock in and out of the young mutant's mouth, tearing the lips and scraping the back of Remy�s throat. Remy struggled to stay conscious, but it was a losing battle. With Creed inside him he couldn't breath at all. The smell was making him nauseated and he felt his stomach heave.
<Mon Dieu, not again. God please help me. Not again.> Above him Creed was getting more and more aroused.
"Oh, LeBeau. It's been a while hasn't it?" moaned Creed. "But don't worry. I got all kinds of ways to make up for lost time." He dug his claws into Remy's head, pounding through his mental shields the way he had pounded through Remy's teeth.
Remy could feel Creed's emotions sweep through him in a tidal wave, it was a trick Creed had always had. Overwhelming rage and hatred, the joy Creed took in his violence against Remy, how Remy looked to Creed, weak, contemptible and easy meat, rushed through his mind. He fought back blindly against the onslaught but the pain was overwhelming. He tried to crumple but Creed still held him upright.
Remy cried out silently, looking for and anchor in the sea of pain as Creed�s hate rushed through him. Logan! he thought. But Logan was gone, had renounced Remy. He was alone. Adrift Remy lost himself in the currents of emotion that rushed through him.
Creed came in his mouth three times before he let Remy's limp form fall to the floor. Remy's head smacked the ground hard, Creed's cum dribbling out of his mouth, mingling with the blood on his lips.
"Next time you'll swallow, bitch." said Creed, and kicked Remy roughly before leaving the room.
Creed was back mere hours later. Remy had been sitting against the wall, staring fuzzily at his ruined hands.
<I'm done.> Remy thought. <I'm sorry Xavier. I told you I'd stay for the work, but you won't be able to use me any more, not like this. Let�s be honest, I've got nothing left to live for. Considering what Sinister and his goons might do, it would be better if I shuffled off.>
Then again it was one thing to say that he was giving up and it was quite another to lie down and do it meekly. It simply wasn't in him. Besides, having nothing to live for meant he had nothing to lose. So when Creed jerked him up by the ears and jammed his cock back in Remy's mouth Remy bit down. Hard. Creed yelped in pain, pulled Remy off and in one fluid movement, broke his jaw.
"Dammit bitch, now how are you going to give me head?" Creed growled. "Well, I guess that just means that foreplay is over."
Again Remy struggled, again it did no good. Creed backed Remy up against the wall and tore his ragged clothes from him, leaving long scratches down the pale legs and chest.
Suddenly Remy was back in the time years ago. Back in all those times exactly like this one. He surpressed a moan. Creed pulled out his cock again and bumped it against the opening of Remy's ass. Remy made a small grunt as he struggled. Whatever happened he wouldn�t let himself scream.
Creed grabbed his face. "Go ahead," he said. "I like it when they squeal." Remy spat in his face.
Rather than laughing like Sinister, Creed became enraged. He thrust himself in and out of Remy, tearing open his anus, and pumping until his fur was matted in Remy's blood. Remy tried to still his throat. The pain was unbearable, worse than he remembered. Almost.
Again he heard the chant that had always echoed in his mind when he was a boy strapped to the bed. <You�re meat. You�re meat. You�re meat.> Nothing human here. Being human was something else entirely, and altogether less painful.
When he was done, Creed pulled himself out roughly and shoved his dripping cock in Remy�s mouth. �Lick it clean.� he said. But Remy couldn�t have, even if he�d wanted to. So Creed jammed his hand under Remy�s shattered jaw and squeezed it shut. Remy moaned, and slipped closer to unconsciousness. Creed buttoned himself up, and treated Remy to a few ancillary kicks. "Don't get too comfortable bitch." he said. "I'll be back."
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For Remy, time had ceased to have any meaning after that. Sometimes Creed would be there, pounding away at his body, then he'd be leave and come back, days later? Hours?
Sometimes Creed would bring a whip and tie Remy's broken hands to a ring against the wall and beat him it until his back hung in bloody ribbons. Other times Creed preferred to use his claws.
Creed had only fed him a few times, had barely brought him enough water to survive. Remy looked at his skeletal body. How long would it take to lose this much weight, two or three weeks? It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. He had fallen into a state of semi-consciousness, barely able to notice what went on around him.
At some point he was hit by a blast of water so hard it knocked him back against the wall. His raw skin screamed in protest and he began to choke. He looked up to see Creed standing over him clutching a fireman's hose. Creed turned the blast on him again. Remy began to shiver as the icy water stung his naked skin.
"Got to get you cleaned up." said Creed. "Sinister wants you."