Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Chapter Twenty One ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Whoa! Where the hell is that needle going!?" As Sven moved and looked down, he nearly fainted as he saw what was left of his cock. "M-my cock...is....is...gone!"

"If you don't sit still it will be," Hailey said and stabbed his cock with the needle. She injected the fluid.

Sven yelled as the needle stabbed into his tender flesh. "Fuck. Damn it. Shit. Fuck!"

"Good! You still have nerve feeling! Wonderful!" she said happily. "Now I don't have to cut it off!"

"What!?" He paled. "You were going to cut my...what's left of my cock off!?"

"Yes, it would be dead if it didn't have feeling, but no worries! I can fix it now!" She worked hard while the others stood and watched.

"She's...a little bit of amazing..."

"If you can get my cock back to its normal size and functionality you'll be my new best friend."

"Easy! In a few weeks you will be in working order!" she said after wrapping it and finishing the rest of his body. "Cookie?" she asked Boris.

Boris smiled and handed her a cookie.

"I have to go weeks without sex?"

"Unless you want it chopped off!" she said sweetly and took the cookie. "Cookie!!!"

Sven groaned. "My poor baby. I'll never hurt you again. I promise." He stopped as he looked back at her. "Wait. If we do chop it off. Can I get a bionic one?"

"You wouldn't have any feeling to it. Too much nerve damage."

"I thought you were the best doctor there was. Surely for say...three or four cookies you could do something."

She shook her head. "Nope! Doesn't work that way! The male penis is very sensitive!"

"Please don't say penis. It's too weird watching a little girl operate on me without you saying stuff like that."

"But that's what it is!" she said innocently.

"I know...just please...don't say that."

"Ok," she shrugged. "Bath time!" she skipped to her room.

Evana looked down at him and smirked.

"One word out of you and I'll make certain your boobs look like my cock."

"I didn't say anything. But it is very funny."

"How is me possibly losing my cock funny?"

"Because it's not happening to me."

"That's because you don't have a cock to lose....do you?"

"You would know. You fucked me."

"Please. That wasn't fucking. I was raped," he smirked.

"And you loved every single second of it," she said as she leaned in close to him. "Don't deny it."

"I don't like being the bitch," he said, but shuddered as she got close. "But...it was a really good fuck."

"Of course it was."

"Don't get too full of yourself. Next time you'll be the one getting raped."

"You attempting would be funny seeing as how you are ill equip."

"Don't make fun of my cock! In a few weeks it will be back to its normal glory....hopefully....."

"Well, you'll need your rest if you want to take this ride again."

"Even as I am now, I can take both you and Sarah," he offered.

"Sure you can," she said and moved his hair from his face. Her eyes softened. "Need help in the shower?"

"Yeah...that would be nice...," he admitted.

She stood and slowly lifted him. Walking to the room's bathroom, she started the shower and set him it. Grabbing a rag and some soap, she started to wash him.

He never felt so humiliated in his life as he was sitting there, covering in gashes, his cock wrapped up, and her standing over him washing him. "God this sucks," he muttered as water dripped down his face.

She only nodded. After he was done, she turned the water off and started drying him off. "I'm surprised Sarah isn't in here cussing you out. She was pretty torn up when she thought you were dead."

"Knowing Sarah, she's too relieved to know that I'm alive," he smirked, wincing as the towel went lower. "Though I honestly didn't think she'd miss me if I was gone."

"Surprisingly, she's very emotional. When we first met I thought she would be more like me."

"Sarah is...complicated. For as long as I've known her there's only been three people she's cared enough to get attached to: me, her husband, and now you. Her husband was killed in cold blood in front of her. I guess she has abandonment issues. Any other time she's got ice water in her veins."

"I don't know why she's attached to me. It's just fucking."

"Who knows. You don't exactly treat her as a fuck buddy sometimes."

"That's because she's a girl. I treat all girls differently from guys. But before we did anything I set the rules. You were there when I said it."

"Don't worry. Sarah knows her bounds. She's probably not expecting more than a good fuck. Just as long as you don't start having feelings for her everything should be cool."

"Trust me. There are no feelings.”

"Good."

She smirked and helped him out and to dress.

"I can get my clothes. You don't get any more free gropes tonight," he smirked.

"Sad day," she pretended to pout.

"Well...maybe just a little more groping."

Her smile faded. Shifting she stood. She walked to the door. "Boris will be carrying you until you can walk. Get some rest," she said then walked out.

He looked at her and shook his head. "Talk about mixed signals," he muttered.

Evana didn't go to her room with Sarah, instead she went to a different floor altogether and closed the door. Leaning her head against it, she covered her mouth and cried silently.

Maven traced the outline of Skyla's face. "Can you hear me? Just squeeze my hand if you can."

There was no reaction from Skyla as she laid there.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Damn it," he whispered.

Her fingers on her right hand twitched lightly, as if trying to close.

His eyes narrowed, a small smile gracing his lips. "Zenith! Look! She's coming around."The bird looked over from her perch and ruffled her feathers, not caring either way.

Other than the small movement from her fingers, she didn't move an inch or make a sound while her mind made walls with doors of locks and chains. Maven gently began to caress her face with kisses, trying to pull her out of her slumber. She hadn't bathed. She hadn't eaten.She was growing weaker by the day.

The morning came and Evana had everyone out of the hotel before the sun was up. She looked at Maven as he carried Skyla. "Please tell me she is just sleeping."

"No. She's been like this for the past two days...."

"Shit...she's going to starve to death..."

"What about a feeding tube?"

"We don't have the tools or substance to feed her out here. Maybe at Xavier's but not out here."

"We need to find a car. Now."

"I've got one situated on the north east corner of here," Sven said as he propped himself up on a rifle. "I killed two military guards to get it, but that was how I was able to survive while you guys took your sweet time getting to me."

"If you'd just called us on the com channel we could have been there sooner," Sarah muttered.

"Yeah, well that was lost in the blast. I didn't know where you were, but I knew where you were going."

"Maverick?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes." In a flash, he was gone.

"Seriously. How in the hell did you guys survive without me?" Sven smirked.

"It's calling breathing," Evana smirked. "You are so full of yourself."

"I'd rather you be full of me."

"Ask me again when you have something to fill me."

"I've still got fingers...and a rifle."

"Kinky."

Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed her gun, throwing it over her shoulder.

"So...Xavier's. My room. You on all fours. Some lube and a lot of tongue action."

She rolled her eyes. "You wish."

She grabbed her things as Maverick pulled up. "Fully charged. We'll be back to Xavier's before night fall."

"Fucking awesome," Sarah smiled as she tossed her bags in the back with the others. Maven moved to the back with Skyla so that she could lay down.

Putting it in gear, Maverick stepped on the gas. The ride was quiet but with the windows down and the steady road, no one minded.

"So how's the crotch?" Sarah teased. Closing her eyes and truly relaxing for what seemed like days.

"Sore. Black. Extra crispy actually. When it heals I'm bending you over and showing you what's what," he smirked.

"Sure you are..."

Finally, they were at Xavier's. Evana thrusted the box in his arms. "Better be fucking gold for the hell we went through. And fix Skyla."

"What's wrong with Skyla?"

"I told you, she's in shock," she said as Maven brought Skyla in.

"It's been two days," Lana told him. "She hasn't moved or said a word."

"Oh dear. There's nothing I can do for her. That's medical, Hailey's field of expertise."

Hailey ran to him and jumped in his arms. "Nanny Xavier, I made a list of things!" she said and handed him a list of things she needed to set Skyla up on a feeding tube.

"Maven, if you take her to the bathroom, I'll wash her up."

He nodded, and Xavier looked over the list, smiling despite the grim circumstances. "We have all of that here for you, sweetie."

"Then I'll set it up!"

Lana followed Maven to the bathroom and started running a bath. "You must be frightened. I would be too if it was Maverick..."

"I just...don't know what to do for her," he whispered as he held her.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "Set her down, I'll undress her."

He hesitated, but finally set her down so that Lana could undress her.

Lana looked up at him as her hands went to Skyla's dress straps. "Are you...staying?"

He bit his lip. "I really...don't want to leave her side."

"Maybe you should turn around then..."

"Right..." He closed his eyes and turned around.

Lana slowly undressed Skyla and got her into the bath. "Um...do you think you could reach in her bag and get out a clean dress for her?" she asked as she washed Skyla's body and hair.

"Sure." He turned around to grab her bag, keeping his eyes closed as he fished through it.

Lana rinsed Skyla off and grabbed a towel while draining the tub and trying to keep Skyla from falling back and hitting her head.

"Do you need help?"

"No...I don't think it would be right if you saw her without permission...”

"It wouldn't be any better if you break her neck trying to help her..."

"I've got it," she assured him and wrapped Skyla in a towel. "She's in a towel. Can you lift her out so I can dress her?"

"Of course." He moved and looked at her tiny form. A small smile creased his lips as he picked her up and carried her to her bed.

Lana followed after him. Once she was on the bed, she waited for him to turn around before taking the towel off her and dressing her. There was a soft knock on the door as Lana was brushing out Skyla's hair.

Maven looked to make certain she was dressed before waving the door open with his hand.

Hailey walked in with Maverick. They carried everything Hailey needed. She set things up and slowly crawled on the bed to get Skyla ready. She sent a narrow tube down her nose and into her stomach then put a bag up for the feeding. After silently stroking Skyla's hair she kissed her forehead then rushed out. Maverick had a small device in his hand.

"I brought her my music chip. It's nothing but old classical music from before the war, but I think it will help relax her," he said and lightly put it in her ear before turning it on.

"I'm willing to try anything at this point. If our next assignment is in a city, there's no way she can go."

"Sadly, I think it would be best if she went home. This is breaking her apart," Maverick said sadly.

"She can't leave until she gets better," he said firmly.

"Don't get defensive. I wasn't talking about now. Of course we can't send her back like this but regardless...she's vulnerable and she needs solace. When she gets better, for her own safety, she should return home."

"Okay.... If it's for the best."

He placed his hand on Maven's shoulder. "Before she goes, you should let her know that you care so much about her. Maybe you should think about going with her."

He nodded to Lana and they walked out, leaving Maven alone with Skyla.