Title: Ghost
Author: Lornadane (Email)
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Ghost 3
By Lornadane
Logan made his way back to the mansion deep in contemplation. Why this woman? Why here at the Estate? A message? And why did he get the feeling she had made herself known specifically to him? He'd have his answers soon he hoped.
In the mansion, he tried to avoid the others as he took the elevator down to the surveillance room, just down the hall from the Danger Room's control booth. This wasn't something he wanted to discuss with anyone on the team
just yet. Not until he had some answers. And then maybe he'd never want to talk about it.
Sitting down at the console projector, Logan pulled up a map of the mansion and the location of all the cameras on the grounds. He rapidly scanned the map until he found the location he was looking for. Five or six cameras had
to be ruled out. He punched in some commands and the real time view of the estate came up on the screen flipping from angle to angle. There. He had it. The clearing where he could just make out the bones sticking out of the
ground.
As he punched in more commands the screen flickered with image after image. Using logical reasoning some X-men might not have been so quick to believe of their feral friend, Logan backtracked the images six months to see if the body was there. It wasn't. So the murder had taken place in the last few months. He began fast forwarding the images. Trees, leaves, snow, leaves again, more leaves, a squirrel, a rabbit shot by rapidly minute by minute
until an hour into the viewing he had his answer.
Victor Creed, aka Sabertooth. A low angry growl started down deep in Logan's belly threatening to turn into a howl. Three months ago. One day before they had returned from Eygpt. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly trying to suppress his fury. It was a difficult task, if not nearly impossible. His fingers slammed down hard on the controls as he backed the tape up to the beginning of the slaughter. Sabertooth was coming into the clearing with the girl thrown over his shoulder and the dog being pulled roughly by a leash behind him. He wasn't being cautious, but he'd somehow managed to slip by the perimeter alarms unnoticed. The time spent as a prisoner at the mansion had obviously garnered him knowledge. Logan mentally cursed Xavier. He'd warned the man how dangerous Sabertooth was.
The woman's hands and feet were secured and as Sabertooth entered the now familiar gravesight he unceremoniously dropped the woman on the ground showing she was gagged too. He tugged hard on the leash at that moment and the dog lunged at him connecting teeth to an ankle. Sabertooth howled in rage. Logan pressed the volume on the recording to hear the mutant yelp. "Good for you, boy." He murmured into the image and then snarled as Sabertooth grabbed the dog by the scruff and ripped open his belly. Bloody intestines poured out as the collie struggled in his grasp it's paws kicking and clawing in the air trying to find a purchase. It whimpered and whined pitifully as Sabertooth grinned and shook it mercilessly spilling more gore onto the ground. Then when the dog made a weak attempt to bite at him, Sabertooth growled ferociously and slit it's throat throwing the now lifeless
body away.
Logan's fist clenched and unclenched. He popped his claws out of instinct close to ripping into the console in his fury, in much the same way that Sabertooth had gutted the dog. Deep breath, exhale, and under control he sheathed his claws and continued to watch as Creed stepped over the girl to the camera. Sabertooth shook his long blond mane and brushed a hair from his face like a primping primadonna before a show. Then he grinned again into the
camera licking the blood of the dog off his fingers slowly humming his satisfaction at the taste. Logan closed his eyes for a moment in disgust.
"Hiya runt." Wolverine's eye shot open at Sabertooth's old moniker for him. So it was personal. "I figured your X-pals would save ya from the bad ole Apocalypse one o' these days, so I thought I'd give ya memento of my appreciation for gettin' the adamantium taken from me. I was kind o' hopin' this would be one o' the X-flunkies. Psylocke might've been nice. She tasted so sweet when I ripped her belly open." His smile broadened at the memory and he grew silent for a moment as if enjoying the reverie. Then he shook his head and pointed at the girl. "Naw, this'll be worse. Some innocent frail >from town and her poor wittle doggy." His tone became mocking and childish. Then he laughed heartily as if someone had just told him the best joke he'd ever heard.
Sabertooth looked back at the camera and lifted an eyebrow. "Let me tell ya what I'm gonna do to her." He paused. "Naw, why ruin the suspense. Sit back and enjoy the show. I'm sure you'll come across this tape sooner or later. I
may even have ta send ya a written invitation. But I'm sure I'll be seein' ya soon, runt. After you get over all that Death programmin'." He guffawed again. "Should have let me be Death. Then this might never have had ta
happen." He smiled viciously. "At least *I'll* enjoy it." Looking at the girl he turned his back to the camera and then squatted down to run a hand over the still form. She almost look dead, but Logan knew better. He gritted
his teeth in hopeless anger. He hadn't been there to stop it. No one had.
He watched helplessly as Creed began stripping the sun dress off the girl's body. He stopped in mid-swipe and looked back at the camera. "Oh yeah," he said blinking, "I almost forgot. Tell the Cajun thanks. The adamantium's
better 'n ever." He flexed a hand as he looked at it, then turned back to his work. Logan's eyes widened in surprise and indignation. Sabertooth had his adamantium back and he seemed to imply that Remy had something to do with it. He shook his head. Why?
The image on the screen distracted him as Sabertooth stood up suddenly. The girl was naked now. She remained unconscious for the moment, but Logan knew it wouldn't last long. A dark bruise ran along her jaw and cheek bone where Creed had probably hit her knocking her out. He wanted this set up right without much resistance from the woman. He'd wake her in his own time. Logan continued to look at the screen with his eyes narrowed in contemplation. He had to see this through, then he and Gambit would have to have a heart to heart talk. His claws popped again instinctively.
Creed pulled out four long wooden stakes from his duster and swiftly plunged them into the soft earth shoulder length wide and body length long. Then he grabbed the girl's arms and untied the rope securing them together. In one swipe he cut the long piece of rope in two with his claws and pulled one of her arms roughly above her head tying it to the stake. Then he did the same to her other arm. He cut the rope around her legs and spread them wide apart exposing the woman's most intimate spot.
Crouching between her legs he forced a finger into her vagina and said, "Wakey, wakey. Show's about to start." He laughed and then slapped her face when she didn't arouse. Moaning softly, the girl pulled a bit on the ropes securing her but still didn't fully wake. Sabertooth slapped her harder, not really expecting it to work, but enjoying it on general principle.
"Guess we'll have to put some effort into it." Again reaching into his pocket he took out a small ammonia vial and cracked it open, placing it under the girl's nose as he looked at the camera and said pointedly, "Plenty more of those handy." Logan hissed in understanding. Creed meant to make certain the girl stayed awake during the whole ordeal until he was finished.
Growling in fury, Logan pounded the console as the girl woke thrashing against the ropes and screaming in terror. Sabertooth mocked her heartlessly as he screamed in imitation. He ran one claw along her belly drawing blood to
keep her screaming for a while as he gloated over her capture. "That's it girl," he said encouragingly, "Scream for me. Scream for the cameras. And scream for Logan who can't help right now." Creed looked up at the camera.
"He was too busy cosying up ta Apocalypse. Weren't cha, runt?" If Logan's bones could have broken his hands would have been pulp as he pounded the console again and again in helpless rage.
The woman continued to scream minute after minute with Sabertooth egging her on every time she seemed to start to lag. Finally, mercifully, he allowed her screams to subside as her voice became hoarse. Crisscrosses of lacerations
covered her chest and belly, the method Creed used to goad her into screaming for such a long time.
"Please," she began to beg desperately. "Anything. I'll do anything. J-just let me g-go."
"Why don't you ask Logan?" Creed answered her pleasantly. "Oh, that's right, he's not here. Guess you'll have ta stay awhile."
The woman looked up at him, confusion written across her face. "W-who's Logan?"
"You don't know him?" Creed frowned. "Oh yeah, you don't know him, do ya? Doesn't matter anyway, girl. I'm just doin' this to piss him off." He straddled the girl and leaned over her, his face inches from her's. "It doesn't really have anything ta do with you. So don't take it personally."
Then he threw back his head and roared with laughter. In the console room, Logan closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his face. This was getting harder and harder to watch. But he had to. He had to get the anger boiling
inside. He was gonna kill Creed this time. The psychopath needed to be taken down and taken down hard. No federal prison would ever hold him. He had to die.
On the recording the laughter stopped drawing Logan's attention back to the screen. "What's your name?" Creed asked. "So I can add it to the list of people I've killed. For the record and posterity." Her crying was coming hard
now and she gasped and choked on the phlegm and tears filling her throat. Sabertooth grasped a nipple and twisted painfully as the girl arched her back and hips in a lewd motion. "I said...what's your name, girl?! Don't make me
have'ta repeat myself."
"L-L-L-Lauren," she wheezed, coughing and turning her head to spit out the phlegm that choked her.
"Well, L-L-L-Lauren, get ready for the ride of your life. If ya please me, I might just let you live." So saying he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, thick fully engorged member and guided it to her lips. Lauren screamed again her tone wild and desperate as she thrashed her head about throwing her weight against the ropes bucking Sabertooth back just a bit. His eyes narrowed menacingly and Logan's heart stopped in horror as he recognized that look. He wasn't too pleased with the woman's reaction. He was proud of his manhood and in some sick, warped way Creed had thought his cock would be pleasing to the woman too, and she'd be willing, almost eager to suck on it.
He grabbed her jaw and forced it open. "No!" Logan yelled as Sabertooth grabbed Lauren's slippery tongue pulling it roughly out between her lips.
"That's enough o' that." With one claw he torn the tongue from it's base and popped it into his mouth swallowing it with a grin and smacking his lips. The screams turned into pitiful mewling sounds which soon turned into short
bursts of gurgling as Lauren began to choke on blood mixed with her tears and phlegm.
"Oh no ya don't, girly. You don't get ta die till I say so." Catching her mouth in a sucking kiss he lapped up the blood in her throat draining it until the wound began to coagulate and she was no longer choking. Then he
slapped her hard as he licked his lips. "Tasty. Now ya want ta live?" He asked. Lauren's eyes had been shut in terror and pain, but she opened them to look at him when he ask her this quietly. She whimpered and nodded.
"And ya want ta live with your teeth intact and most o' your body parts in the correct place?"
Her nodding increased in hope. Logan let out a sad, elongated breath. Sabertooth was playing with the girl's head. He wasn't going to let her live. But in her mindless fear she wouldn't understand. Creed smiled gently, almost
tenderly.
"Just do what I tell ya and it'll all be over soon. Got it."
Lauren looked at him desperately, nodding vigorously as her pitiful mewling continued.
"Now where were we?" Sabertooth commented and then placed the head of his cock against the woman's lips. "Open up now. And if I feel any teeth, you'll need a set o' dentures when we're through."
Hesitantly, fearfully Lauren opened her mouth and let the organ slide in between her teeth. Then Creed began to thrust forcefully into her throat causing her to gag. But with the adrenaline of terror running through her system, Lauren was able to keep her teeth covered by her lips. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she tried hard to please her tormentor. With no tongue, however, Creed lost most of his interest in her mouth except to torture her relentlessly by thrusting deep enough each time to choke her. He smiled wickedly each time she gagged and tried to force him out. After several long moments he pulled out of her. Blood, clots and spit dripped from the member.
"At least ya won't hurt too bad when I stick it in ya." He laughed. "Pity."
Lauren attempted to scream again, begging and pleading incoherently with the vicious killer. Creed only laughed louder. "What's that ya say?" He asked cruelly, placing a hand next to his ear as he mocked her pain. Then his eyes
narrowed in lust and he made his way down her body dragging his nails through her flesh cutting deep into the skin hitting muscle. She arched her back again tugging weakly at the ropes that held her. Lauren was losing a lot of
blood from the many wounds Sabertooth was inflicting and she was close to passing out with this last torturous motion. She slumped back against the earth drained and dazed. But noticing her body giving out, Sabertooth reached again for an ammonia vial and placed it under her nose bringing her back out of the daze to the horrifying reality.
"Not gonna fall asleep for this show, babe." Then he thrust violently into her drawing a grunt from her bloodied lips. His movements were sharp and hard as he attempted to make his fucking as painful as possible. On and on he
drove himself into her. For thirty minutes he kept it up, slowing on occasion to growl his satisfaction and taunt her cruelly.
"You're liking this, aren't ya. Ya like my big fat cock up your pussy. You want more don't ya. You'd like me up your ass." He smiled down at her and grabbed a handful of hair forcing her head to move up and down in a parody of
a nod as she whimpered and mewled in anguish. "Don't worry. Logan knows how well a healing factor can satisfy a woman." He looked over at the camera. "Don't ya, stud."
Logan's breath came in short rasps. He held his head between his hands, his elbows digging into the console as he watched the screen, almost as if he had to hold himself in front of the recording or he'd bolt. Tears were forming in
his eyes. It was too much. Too much for one woman to bare. Creed's hate and cruelty knew no bounds. No wonder the humans hated and feared mutants, with a psychopath like Victor Creed on the loose.
With a mighty roar Sabertooth buried himself deep inside Lauren drenching her in his semen. Logan could see her start to tremble and shiver from the unceasing horror of it all and he prayed with his very being that Creed would
end her life soon.
It was too much to ask as the mutant pulled his penis from Lauren and showed her just what a healing factor could do. He was still erect and throbbing. Lauren's breath became shallow and labored as she realized he was far from
satiated. He fisted his cock above her chortling as she gasped for air. Then he slapped her hard.
"Stop it, bitch! Slow your breathing down or I'll gut ya right here and now!" Lauren held her breath trying to relax and slow her breathing. Amazingly his words had registered and she was making every effort at slowing her breath in the futile hope she'd survive. After a few moments her breaths became long and even. Creed watched her get control and then went down between her legs with his mouth. His tongue darted gently against her clit and she looked down at him in surprised horror. Slowly he began to work her, grabbing her buttocks in both hands and pulling her pubis up to his mouth. He circled the swelling flesh with his tongue, lapping at her labia and thumbing her anal area. Very soon, inspire of the terror, Lauren found to her shame her body was responding to his intimate gestures. She began to thrust involuntarily up to his mouth, letting out a soft moan of bitter arousal. Sabertooth hummed and grunted as he thrust his tongue deep between her vaginal lips. His eyes were closed, but he was very aware of her excitement.
Suddenly as she neared the point of orgasm he bit viciously into her clitoris tearing away the swollen nub and feasting on the blood that poured from the wound. Lauren tried to scream again in agony. Her voice echoing loudly in the forest. The ropes that bound her bit down harshly into her skin drawing more blood.
As the flow from the tearing wound slowed to a trickle, Sabertooth began to lap at it with his tongue as if he were still trying to pleasure the woman. He hummed again to himself in cruel satisfaction. Then he crawled up Lauren's
body and thrust his cock into her anus.
"I'm pretty good at this, aren't I?" He asked casually. "You almost came, didn't cha?" Her eyes were wide with pain as she looked at him still crying and gurgling, trying to breath, trying to scream. Sabertooth snorted and thrust harder into her rectum driving his thick member deep into her unprepared bowels, tearing the tender flesh. The pain was unbearable and Lauren blessedly passed out. Fortunately, Sabertooth was well into his own pleasure to stop long enough to wake her. He continued raping her annally for a long time before driving his penis into her ejaculating furiously with a scream of triumph and ecstasy.
As he drew out of her he wiped his bloodied cock on her stomach in a vague attempt to clean it. After pushing his penis back into his pants and zipping them up he popped another ammonia capsule and brought her back around. Lauren was very weak at this point and made little attempt to scream or pull against the ropes.
"Almost done, frail." Sabertooth moved to crouch above her head cradling it in his massive hands. He looked at the camera. "You had a really good time, didn't cha?" He asked making her head move up and down in a twisted parody of "yes".
"And ya really didn't think I was gonna let ya live, didja?" This time he shook her head back and forth "no".
"Ya really don't wanna live now, anyway, do ya?" Lauren shook her own head weakly in his hands this time as he continued to stare into the camera. "Tell ya what, though. Since ya been so generous I'm gonna give ya a chance. Maybe those X-fools'll get here in time ta save ya. Watcha think, Logan, ole boy?" At this he laughed long and loud and boisterous.
When his laughter died down he said, "Sorry I can't stick around to see if they make it back in time. Got places to go and people to kill." He ran a sharp claw across her neck not quite digging it deep enough to kill her but
enough to bring a trickle of blood from the laceration. Then crouching down at her side facing the camera, he ripped another claw down her belly. Reaching into the deep incision he pulled her intestines out and set them
delicately on her chest as it weakly moved up and down. Lauren was beyond screaming now. Only an occasional whimper came from her lips.
Sabertooth stood up. "Gonna be a long wait for death with a belly wound like that. Kinda painful too I'd guess." He grinned at the camera. "Be seein' ya, runt." Without a single glance down or back at the woman he'd left to die,
Sabertooth moved back through the woods from where he came.
Logan let the recording continue to run watching in a daze as the woman, realizing her fate, began to sob silently, then gasp for breath as the shock to her system took effect. Finally after long agonizing moments she slipped
into a coma, and her breaths came slower and slower, as her lips opened and closed like a fish trapped on land, her head and throat bobbing in a last ditch effort to gather air. In a minute she breathed her last.
For the next three hours Logan watched the tape, often fast forwarding to see the woodland animals strip the flesh from the bones as the body slowly decayed. When he'd had enough he reran the tape to the beginning and stood
up. Fury was written in every motion, every muscle. Sabertooth, who should have been dead, was still alive. And the man who had helped him survive was living under this roof.
Logan stalked out of the room and down the hall in search of Gambit.