[ Disclaimers are in part 1]

...Continued directly from previous story.

Sorrow After Sins

Part 2

Do You Care If I Bleed?

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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 desk.

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 Zeekieal nodded.

With a shrug of indifference she turned and left the door swishing closed. Zeekieal was once again alone.

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 for 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 and enslavement.

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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 Genosha.

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 hand out.

"What's a matter? Big bad Mutant likes her?" Sanjeev taunted Sabretooth.

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, but alive.

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.

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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.

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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 napped.

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 yet.

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 bloody maw.

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.

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"Bloody bastard!"

"WAKE UP!!"

"Filthy animal!"

"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 out again.

Water, but, it wasn't' water, splashed on his face.

Shaking his head, Sabretooth growled as he became fully aware.

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 electric bars.

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.

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"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..." ZAP.

"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 his office."

"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 a chair.

"You mean there's a difference?" Wolverine snorted following Ororo out of the den.

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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 unconscious.

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.

Sabretooth nodded.

"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 the back.

"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 disgust.

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 teeth!"

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 ordered.

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 commented.

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 taunted.

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.

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"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, Sabretooth snorted.

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 matted hair.

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 fang out!"

"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 jaw.

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 enjoying it.

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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.

"OW!"Bob screamed.

Kitty stopped.

"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 pinky claw.

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 stench 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.

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"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.

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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?" Kitty grumbled.

"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 the floor.

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 fucking place.

"Kitty hungry?" The voice of Rex echoed in the darkness.

Kitty nodded as he laid sprawled out on the cold wet floor.

"Aww, they beat you again? They rape you again?" Rex asked with mock concern.

Kitty nodded.

"Well suck my dick, and then maybe, just maybe I won't beat you." Rex sneered. "You are hungry right?"

Kitty nodded.

"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 crotch.

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 glow.

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.

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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 plate.

"It wasn't a vacation, it was a mission." Storm muttered.

"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.

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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, frightened Kitty.

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.

"RRRRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kitty screamed like never before then darkness once again consumed all.

"Man, talk about your wailing cat in heat." Dave muttered.

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 darkness.

"Good, he's a lousy fuck when he's unconscious." Dave snickered.

"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.

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"My X-Men prepare for immediate departure." The voice of Charles Xavier carried over everyone's com link.

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End of part 2.
TBC, in part 3.

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