called, and the large man who’d beaten him walked around to the front where Locan could see him. “My lovely rat,” she whispered, leaning close and kissing the man’s broad shoulder. Locan shuddered. At least he wasn’t the only one who thought the bastard looked like a rodent.
Suddenly the chamber shook, short, sharp jerks that sent stalactites dropping from the ceiling. Namaka glared at the cracks opening up in the walls and cursed. “Damn that bitch and her volcanoes!” She shot a quick, assessing glance at Locan, patted Iole’s shoulder and turned away. “Take care of him,” she said, calling over her shoulder. “Be careful not to kill him. When you’re done, just leave him there. It’s only fitting that Pele and her little temper tantrum be the cause of his death.”
The ground shook again. Harder this time. Locan was almost sure he smelled sulfur.
Iole grinned, and his teeth were as sharp as Namaka’s. He reached down, grabbed Locan’s cock and roughly jerked it a couple of times, digging his nails into the cuts. Then he reached beneath, grabbed hold of Locan’s balls and squeezed them so hard the pain made him gag. The man grunted, walked around behind him and unfastened the belt holding the dildo inside. He shoved it in hard, then ripped it out while Locan was still gasping for air.
Oh, shit. His mind seemed clearer, and that pain hadn’t aroused him a bit. He sucked in a few deep breaths, but black spots danced in front of his eyes. Pain and the inability to run from it had him verging on absolute panic. Guys? Any time now. You can hear me now, right?
Meaty hands grabbed his hips, the broad head of the bastard’s penis bumped against his ass and then tore into him. He hadn’t expected it would happen so fast. Agony! Such deep, searing pain he screamed. The guy shouted, but the shout was cut off and his thick cock pulled out of Locan as painfully as it had gone in.
He swung there, still bound, aware of growling and cursing, a gurgling scream, and then Addie was cutting away the bindings around his legs, then his waist, while Jett cut the thick straps holding his arms. He tumbled free into Jett’s embrace, and Addie was grabbing him as well, but they didn’t stop to soothe him or check to see if he was all right.
“We’ve got to hurry,” Addie shouted. “Pele’s really pissed. I think she’s gonna blow the island.”
They grabbed him and ran, but he caught a glimpse of the man who had raped him. The bastard’s throat had been so viciously torn that his spine showed through the gaping hole. He lay in a pool of blood, eyes staring wide, already dead. They ran past and then they were heading down a dark corridor with that damned hellhound racing alongside. His muzzle was covered in blood.
Maybe the hound wasn’t so bad after all.
Well beyond the boundary of the dark cavern, Jett held him close and whispered, “Home,” and everything went dark.
* * *
“Is he going to be okay?”
Addie’s whisper pounded in his skull.
“I don’t know. Shifting between realms generally repairs most injuries, but he was in rough shape.”
Jett sounded awfully worried. Locan tried to open his eyes, but nothing wanted to work. At least the pain was gone. Most of it, anyway. His balls ached. His ass hurt, but his body wasn’t designed for the kind of abuse he’d gotten. At least he was alive. And home. He was almost certain he was home. He groaned.
Immediately Addie was there, brushing his hair back from his face, kissing his forehead. “Are you awake?”
He grunted. That was the best he could manage.
Jett’s fingers rested on his shoulder. “You’re a mess. Most of your injuries appear to have healed during our shift from Earth’s dimension. The bad thing is, you’re covered in blood, but the good part is, I don’t think all of it’s yours. Hold still. Addie and I are taking you to the pool to clean you off so we can see what still needs to heal.”
Jett’s big hands
Suddenly the chamber shook, short, sharp jerks that sent stalactites dropping from the ceiling. Namaka glared at the cracks opening up in the walls and cursed. “Damn that bitch and her volcanoes!” She shot a quick, assessing glance at Locan, patted Iole’s shoulder and turned away. “Take care of him,” she said, calling over her shoulder. “Be careful not to kill him. When you’re done, just leave him there. It’s only fitting that Pele and her little temper tantrum be the cause of his death.”
The ground shook again. Harder this time. Locan was almost sure he smelled sulfur.
Iole grinned, and his teeth were as sharp as Namaka’s. He reached down, grabbed Locan’s cock and roughly jerked it a couple of times, digging his nails into the cuts. Then he reached beneath, grabbed hold of Locan’s balls and squeezed them so hard the pain made him gag. The man grunted, walked around behind him and unfastened the belt holding the dildo inside. He shoved it in hard, then ripped it out while Locan was still gasping for air.
Oh, shit. His mind seemed clearer, and that pain hadn’t aroused him a bit. He sucked in a few deep breaths, but black spots danced in front of his eyes. Pain and the inability to run from it had him verging on absolute panic. Guys? Any time now. You can hear me now, right?
Meaty hands grabbed his hips, the broad head of the bastard’s penis bumped against his ass and then tore into him. He hadn’t expected it would happen so fast. Agony! Such deep, searing pain he screamed. The guy shouted, but the shout was cut off and his thick cock pulled out of Locan as painfully as it had gone in.
He swung there, still bound, aware of growling and cursing, a gurgling scream, and then Addie was cutting away the bindings around his legs, then his waist, while Jett cut the thick straps holding his arms. He tumbled free into Jett’s embrace, and Addie was grabbing him as well, but they didn’t stop to soothe him or check to see if he was all right.
“We’ve got to hurry,” Addie shouted. “Pele’s really pissed. I think she’s gonna blow the island.”
They grabbed him and ran, but he caught a glimpse of the man who had raped him. The bastard’s throat had been so viciously torn that his spine showed through the gaping hole. He lay in a pool of blood, eyes staring wide, already dead. They ran past and then they were heading down a dark corridor with that damned hellhound racing alongside. His muzzle was covered in blood.
Maybe the hound wasn’t so bad after all.
Well beyond the boundary of the dark cavern, Jett held him close and whispered, “Home,” and everything went dark.
* * *
“Is he going to be okay?”
Addie’s whisper pounded in his skull.
“I don’t know. Shifting between realms generally repairs most injuries, but he was in rough shape.”
Jett sounded awfully worried. Locan tried to open his eyes, but nothing wanted to work. At least the pain was gone. Most of it, anyway. His balls ached. His ass hurt, but his body wasn’t designed for the kind of abuse he’d gotten. At least he was alive. And home. He was almost certain he was home. He groaned.
Immediately Addie was there, brushing his hair back from his face, kissing his forehead. “Are you awake?”
He grunted. That was the best he could manage.
Jett’s fingers rested on his shoulder. “You’re a mess. Most of your injuries appear to have healed during our shift from Earth’s dimension. The bad thing is, you’re covered in blood, but the good part is, I don’t think all of it’s yours. Hold still. Addie and I are taking you to the pool to clean you off so we can see what still needs to heal.”
Jett’s big hands
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