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“I Promise.”

“Grrhhnn….” Victor Creed groaned, his canines biting into his skin. He had his hands on either side of the head of the platinum haired, Nubian beauty lying between his legs. He was guiding up and down as she had her perfectly shaped lips rounded around the spit-slicked flesh of his erection.
To any one looking at them it would appear as if, Storm the weather goddess, and current Weapon X prisoner was *orally* servicing the feral mutant known as Sabertooth.

“Hnn….Storm,” he grunted as he tried to push more of himself into her hot mouth. However, the very next moment, the fervent ministrations ceased as ‘Storm’ withdrew her head and scowled at him, her own eyes flashing yellow, her hand tightening painfully around his throbbing shaft.
“Victor, I’ll look and sound like any one you want,” Mystique spoke in her own sweet but freezing cold voice. “….But unless we are outside, I want it to be my on your lips, not that of that x-bitch or anyone else. Do you understand?” she ended, further tightening her grip.
“Grrrnn….” Sabertooth just grunted his answer, reaching to try to pull Mystique-Storm’s head back onto his aching erection.
“Who am I?” she smiled a sick smile at him, her voice twisted to sound innocent and shy.
“Raven….” Creed spat out, finally getting her to continue her previous action, adding a near silent ‘cunt’ in the end. Angry at her interruptions, he increased the force he was applying over her head, thrusting deeper into her mouth.

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“Hey you,” Logan opened his eyes at the disturbing sound. Turning towards the sound, he saw six soldiers standing on the other side of the cage bars. All of them were heavily armed. ‘Here we go again,’ he thought, expecting another round of shooting.
On paying further attention, he saw that only two of the soldiers were facing him. The other four of seemed more interested with the residents of the other. The two soldiers facing him held what looked like napalm guns, a theory that was supported by the two large canisters standing on the ground besides them.

One of the soldiers was unlocking the cell door, instructing the women to stand and face the wall.

“Which one do they want?”
“The black one,” another soldier answered, his hand pointing towards Ororo. “The white haired one,” he sneered.
“What do you say we have some fun, before taking her to Cornelius,” another solider piped up. “Maybe we can give Cornelius the mutie baby he wants?”
“Sure, if you have a death wish,” another soldier admonished him. “Touch them and Wraith and Cornelius will skin you alive. That one is for fun,” he pointed towards the still comatose Stacy. “Besides we already have a toy to play with,” he pointed over his shoulder at Wolverine.
“Yeah,” the first soldier with the special gun responded as he flipped a switch on the gun. “We have to *bathe* him today. But first, take her away.”

Minutes later, both soldiers were standing on two sides of the Adamantium cage, they guns pointed directly at Logan.
“Hey you two,” one of them called to Jubilee and Kitty. “Come and stand by the bars. We have a show for you.”
Gingerly both nervous teenagers walked to the front of their cell. They both knew fully well, what was going to happen. Ororo had told them about Logan’s torture *schedule* and they were afraid for their teammate’s wellbeing. They feared what was going to happen to Ororo, but they were even more afraid for Wolverine as whatever was going to happen to him was going to occur right before their eyes.”

“Enjoy the show,” one of the soldiers jeered. Cocking his *gun*, he started *firing*. The next moment, cries of pain sounded through the corridor as Wolverine’s skin and muscles started to sizzle and fall from his body. The canisters didn’t contain napalm but acid. Acid, which right now, was being sprayed from both sides, effectively ending any chance of his escape from the spray nozzle.

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“Don’t ya haveta go and blow the pile o’bones,” Sabertooth grunted at Mystique who was still lingering in between his legs. This time however, she was just lying there, her blue-skinned head resting on his right thigh. She had returned to her own form, resting before adopting the Mallory Brickman persona.
“Not for another hour,” Mystique answered offhandedly.
“Do you think you gonna be able to do him after me,” he commented, sounding smug at his sexual achievement.
“I can handle and ‘do’ a lot more and you know that,” Mystique looked up at him. “I may not be able to feel him inside me, but I can still ‘do’ him….and I need to do it, until we get what we need.”
“Yeah, what we need,” was all Creed grunted as he pulled Mystique up by her hair. “Come on, get on yer knees.”
“Who?” Mystique arched her eyebrow at him, a smirk on her lips, her yellow eyes flashing brightly.
“Grrr….Raven,” Creed scowled at her, vowing to fuck the smirk right off her face.

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“Is it ready?”

“Yes,” Cornelius looked up from his inspection of the unconscious mutant female lying in front of him, on the bed. They were in the center of what looked like an examination room, maybe even a normal hospital room, except for the two armed guards standing at the door, with two more on the other side. Wraith was standing outside the room, looking through the observation window.

“Healthy?”
“Yes. We can start whenever we want. Although I still have my reservations…..”

“What reservations?” Wraith scowled at him.
“I don’t think it is a good idea to use the animal to get the work done. I still suggest that we go the scientific route. I could easily…..”
“I know what you *suggest*,” Wraith’s mouth twisted in a smile. “And it’s a good thing that I am in charge and not you.”

“But we have orders to….” Cornelius started.
“I know what are orders are. Our first priority is getting the mutant’s eggs, which you have already done. Being able to use her as the *vessel* for conception and gestation is just an add-on, a bonus. One that is not expendable. If Wolverine wants to cut it open, let him. We can always get more wombs.”
Cornelius just nodded his head and resumed his testing of the female subject.

“Will the child get the female’s abilities or just Wolverine’s?” Wraith interrupted him again.
“The child usually has DNA from both parents,” Cornelius adjusted his thick glasses. “Its the same with animals. So this one shouldn’t be any different. However, I don’t know what abilities will it get from either side or to what extent.”

“Well if it doesn’t work the first time, we can scarp it and start over again. We have a enough eggs for several hundred test runs,” Wraith looked at Storm. “…and if Wolverine doesn’t kill it, we can always get more from the source.”

“When do you want to start?”
“Whenever you are finished with your tests,” Wraith signaled two soldiers to come to him. “When you take it back, put it in the cage with Wolverine. Is his *washing* done?”
“Yes sir,” the soldiers answered, getting a grin from his commanding officer.
“Good,” Wraith commended the young man. “Tomorrow morning we make a last run, before letting him ready for the testing procedure. You are dismissed,” he waved the shoulder back to his post.
“Yes sir,” the soldier saluted him and returned to his post outside the examination room.

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By the time, the soldiers carried her back to her cell; Ororo was coming out from the effects of the anesthesia and was taking in her surroundings. She had tried to find a way out of the complex for making their escape. She hadn’t been successful, but neither had her observation been completely fruitless. She had managed to find out the location of their complex. From the conversation between the two soldiers carrying her, he found out that they were somewhere in South-Central America, most probably Mexico.

Back in the cell, both Jubilee and Kitty were tightly hugging each other, tears flowing down their cheeks from the pan and hurt of atrocity they had been forced to witness. The soldiers had literally washed away Wolverine, sprayed acid on him, completely burning off all his hair and entire skin. In some places of his body, the acid had dissolved through the muscles, revealing the shiny silvery metal underneath.

After the acid wash, the soldiers had hosed him down with water, clearing away all the acid and most of his rotten, burnt up body parts.
Logan had gone into convulsions from the intense pain and from the sudden heightened stress on his healing factor. Moments later he lost consciousness, his healing factor *switching* his body off. It needed to focus on healing his vital organs and any unnecessary activity would just use precious energy in other places.

In his unconscious state, he didn’t hear his cage door being opened and a semiconscious Storm being carried inside and flung on the ground beside him.

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*Thudk Thudk*

“Come in,” Cornelius called out from his bed. “I have been waiting for you,” he grinned as the younger vivacious ‘human’ entered the room, still dressed in her white lab coat.
“You said ten,” she replied in a soft seductive voice. “….and you sent me to my room,” she added with a pout.
“Sorry baby, but you understand. I can’t….” Cornelius reached a hand out to her.
“Yes,” she nodded her head. Coming to sit next to him, she ran a slender hand over his chest and stomach. “But I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” the older man responded as he drew her her closer for a hug, missing the self-assured smirk on her face. “I’m ready,” he whispered into her ear.
“I know, I can feel it.” she let out a giggle, her hand reaching down to caress his clothed erection. “When did you take it?” she asked of him.
“About an hour ago,” he grinned at her.
“That means we have about four hours before it wears off,” she smiled seductively, her eyes smoldering with *false* want.

At Cornelius’s nod, she drew back and stood up.
“So why waste time,” she licked her lips, her hands unbuttoning her coat. Slipping the coat off, she revealed a completely naked body to him.
“You don’t waste time do you,” the older man leered at her, his hand moving around her smooth waist, drawing her to him.
“No, I don’t,” she winked, as she climbed on the bed to straddle him, her large rounded breasts swaying in front of him.

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“Ms. Monroe….Ororo….” Ororo heard a young voice calling to her. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a different cell from the one she had been in earlier. However, she could still hear her teammate’s voice. It took her a moment to realize that she was in Logan’s *cage*. Turning to look at him, she gasped at the horrific sight that greeted her.

Lying in front of her, turned over on his stomach, was the healing form of Wolverine. His metal skeleton was visible in several places, including more than half of his face, with a gaping hole in place of what was used to be his right eye.
“Goddess….” She croaked out, her own throat constricted from severe dehydration. Lying back, she waited for her body to recover completely from the effects of the anesthesia.

“Ororo…” this time she recognized the voice – Jubilee.
“I am well child,” she managed to form the words. She raised a hand to let the teenagers know that she was recovering. “Just need to res….” She trailed off, her brain once again going blank from the combined effects of the residual anesthesia, fatigue and low body energy.

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Next morning,

“WRAITH,” Ororo frowned at the loud cry sounding in the corridor. Coming out of her sleep, she winced, her body crying out with pain. Her muscles were cramped and her body was aching all over from sleeping on the cold, hard floor.

Rubbing her eyes open, she looked around to track the source of the sound, only to hear some running through the corridor. Running towards her.
“Where is Wraith?” Cornelius sounded angry.
“Sir, colonel Wraith is not in the complex sir,” the soldier informed him. “Something important came up and he left late last night.”
“Where did he go?” he asked before flipping his hand. “Ok never mind that. Just tell me, who was the one who brought the mutant back from the examination?”
“It was Roberts and me sir,” the soldier’s southern accent grew thick with nervousness.
“You stupid IDIOTS,” Cornelius bellowed at him. “I specifically gave orders to not to damage these three,” he pointed towards Ororo, Kitty and Jubilee. “You want to play around and get your rocks off, use the other female or Wolverine for that.”
“Sir….”
“Until we get our work done, you will handle these three with care, not throw them around like this. Do you understand me PRIVATE?”
“Yes sir, Dr. Cornelius sir,” the soldier stiffened and saluted him.
“Now get lost,” he dismissed the younger man.

Pressing his commlink, he spoke into it. “Mallory?”
“Yes doctor,” Mallory ‘Mystique’ Brickman’s voice sounded through the corridor.
“I need you to come here and inspect X 102,” he referred to Storm by her Weapon X codename.
“Yes sir,” she answered, ending the communication.

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Meanwhile, Two hundred kilometers from the complex

Wraith glanced at the side view mirror of his armored Humvee, his eyes tracking the two military trucks following him. Each truck held a metal cage, with an unconscious mutant in each one of them.

“Cornelius is going to love this.”

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“Cornelius is going to love this.”

“Uhgrrnn….” Logan groaned as he regained consciousness.

His healing factor had been pushed to its limits and had knocked him out to get every single resource and nutrient to help him recover. Trying to open his eyes, he found that he could open only one of them. The other one was *not there*, meaning he had lost it and the new one hadn’t grown as yet.

Taking a deep breath to get his *almost completely new* lungs to start working properly, he caught a familiar scent. ‘Ororo’

She was nearby. Nearer than she had been the last time he had caught her smell. Near enough so that he could sense her breathing. It was soft and leveled. ‘She’s asleep,’ his mind told him.

Then it hit him, the reason for her strong presence. ‘She’s in my cell.’ The Weapon X assholes had selected her as their first *test subject*. ‘Saves me from making the fuckin’ choice.’
Breathing in deeper, he could detect the residual smell of medical disinfectants on her. ‘She’s been examined,’ the experiment subject in him growled. Examined.

As the haze lifted from his brain, he started thinking about the last thing he remembered. ‘There were six of those fuckers.’ Four soldiers had dragged Ororo out of her cell and taken her away through that damn door. ‘Musta been for the examination.’ At that thought, he let out an involuntary *audible* growl. He knew what those fuckers did in their examination room. Smelling her again, he tried to detect any injuries or blood loss from her. He detected a small amount of blood dried somewhere on her body, most probably on one of her arm. ‘Blood sample,’ another part of his brain piped up. ‘Nothing serious….fer now.’

Next, he proceeded to conduct a *self* examination. There was no tightness around his throat, but there was a parched tightness inside it. That meant two things. One, he was still free from the collar and two, he was bone-dry thirsty. ‘What wouldn’t I give fer a beer?’ he might have chuckled at the thought, if he could move his hard, dried lips. ‘Might as well get water.’

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“Ugh…” Ororo snapped her eyes open at the low moan.
In the present situation, it could only mean one thing. Logan was waking up; or was already awake.

“Logan,” she whispered as she pushed herself up to rest on a raised elbow, lying sideways to face him. “Logan,” she tried again, a little louder.
“Mmmmrrr…” his rumble told her that he was awake and could understand her. Roving her eyes over his completely naked body, she couldn’t detect any remaining wounds, except the tightly sealed right eye socket.
She shuddered at the memory of seeing the emptiness inside it. It had sickened her. She could feel the pain rolling off him. With his enhanced senses, it must have been at least a hundred times worse for him. He would heal. That was the only consolation they could have. It would take sometime for the eye to grow back, but once it was done, it would look like it had been there for all of his unknown…. ‘No, not unknown,’ Ororo reminded herself. ‘Hundred and Fourteen.’ That was his age, even if he didn’t look a day above thirty five, even younger sometimes. Especially at times like this when he was resting, whether voluntary or *healing factor* induced. Times like this caused his face to clear up; making him look younger, even innocent, if that was possible for him. The completely new layer of skin had a big part to play in it.

Ororo frowned and shook her head to clear out any thoughts about Logan. Thinking about him made her think about the torture he was being forced to bear on a daily basis. How anyone could commit such atrocities against another living being, both angered and saddened her at the same time, with her anger increasing with each passing day.
She now understood the reason behind Logan’s instinctive paranoia and mistrust of people. She remembered the time he had first come to the mansion – more like brought there. He had been so wound up, so wary. He had….

‘There you go again, thinking about the past,’ she scolded herself. The past was just that. The past. It was done and finished with. The present was all around her. The future. Well the future was unknown, except for one thing. They needed to get out of here if they were to have one.

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Sitting up on the tattered mattress, she called out to Logan. “Logan…..are you awake?”
“Hmph…” even his grunt sounded odd.
Getting on all fours, Ororo moved towards him, one thin blanket clutched in her right hand. “Can I – can I get you something? Something to eat? Water?” she asked as she draped the blanket over him. She hadn’t done it earlier as his skins was still growing over certain parts of his body and she had been afraid that the rough wool would rub it raw.
“Waa….waattt…” Ororo understood the word Logan was trying to form.
“I’ll get some water,” she whispered to let him know as much. “You just stay right there,” she made a scrunched up face at her own words. It wasn’t like he was going to get up and run away.
Even if he could, there wasn’t any place to run to.

“Here,” she cradled his head in her lap, tilting the plastic mug to his parched mouth. Logan greedily drank in the water, coughing it all up after just a couple of gulps, his throat muscles still hadn’t relaxed. “Slowly,” Ororo advised him, running her free hand through his hair. His hair was so soft, like a baby’s, which it was, in a way. He had lost all of his hair, the acid burning and dissolving it away. The present, completely new *stubble* wasn’t as long as his usual *mane*, but was growing rapidly, even as she caressed it.
“Thanks,” Logan croaked out, his newly healed larynx getting its first work out. Clearing his throat to shake up his voice box and throat muscles, he tried again, clearer this time. “Thanks.”
“You are welcome,” Ororo smiled at him.

“Ororo…phssst….Ororo…..” Jubilee whispered from the other cell. “Hey Ororo.”
“Yes Jubilation,” Ororo responding, struggling to keep her voice even. She knew that she had to keep her calm, at least in front of the young girls.
“Hey, how’s Wolvie doing?” Jubilee inquired about Logan’s health. “Is he healing? You know, he was hurt real bad. Those dick-heads, literally rained acid over him. He was in so much pain. It burnt him badly. All of his hair, skin, muscles and other parts just seemed to disappear or fall away.”
“Goddess,” Ororo gasped at Jubilee’s narration of the monstrosity. “Logan is this all true?” she asked, gently moving his head so that she could look in his working eye.
“Ya talk too much,” Logan growled at Jubilee, jerking his head away from Ororo’s comforting lap. Pushing himself up, he sat up, feeling his cramped muscles open up and tense, as they flexed to support the hundred pounds of metal coursing through his body. After a minute of just sitting, he turned sideways, used his left leg as a fixed anchor, and stood up.

“Guess that answers my question,” Jubilee tried to make small conversation. She was trying to maintain her light attitude, both for her sanity and for the sake of her *conscious* cellmate, Kitty. Both girls were supporting each other, mentally and emotionally. “Hey Kit-kat, Logan is up.”
The next instant, face of Kitty Pryde came into view. “Hey Mr. Logan,” she raised a hand and have him a small wave, a small smile coming over her tear-stained face.

“Uh…..Hey kid,” Logan mumbled back. He had never been very social with any of the students at Xavier’s, except for Marie.
It was though her that he knew about her two roommates. The yellow one, who shot off her mouth as much as she shot off her plasma bursts, and the shy one, who walked through walls. It used to creep him out. He still remembered the firs time he had seen her do that. It was one his first day at the mansion and he had barged into Xavier's office.

Things had changed now. Where in the past, he could stay out of the mansion circle, now he needed to form relationships with those around them. Relationships of *trust*. The girls would look up to him and Ororo, both for guidance and for safety.

They had to get out of here. He was not going to act as Cornelius personal *stud* puppy.

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“Uh…Uhmmm…You girls alright?” Logan finally asked them, walking to grab the new set of grey overalls thrown in the corner.
“Yes,” Kitty smiled at him.
“Yeah, as much as we can be in a dump like this,” Jubilee threw in her two cents.
Logan merely smirked at them, dropping his blanket to step into the overall pant legs.

“Dude,” Jubilee quipped at his back. “Do you mind not showing us your hairy-man-ass every few hours? You are going to give *little Miss. Blush-face* here a permanent red color.”
“Get used to it kid,” Logan turned towards them, buttoning up the top half of the overalls. “You are going to be seeing a lot of it….and more.”
“What do you mean?” Kitty asked innocently.

Before Logan could say anything else, Ororo interrupted him. “Logan would you like to have something to eat? You must be hungry after all the healing?”
Logan nodded his hand and walked over to where she was sitting on the mattress, the food boxes lying on the floor next to her.

“Thanks ‘Ro,” he plopped down next to her and began digging into the food. It was completely tasteless and a little stale, but it would work for him. His body needed the time to digest the food and store the nutrients before the next round of *birthday gifting*.

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Meanwhile,

“Sir, X 101 is awake,” Cornelius looked up from his examination table, Mallory standing on the other side, taking notes from his observations. In front of them lay the unconscious body of their latest acquisition, a blue skinned, three fingered, arrow tailed mutant, whom they had designated as X 105. From their files, they knew about his identity and powers.
Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, had the ability to teleport over short to medium distances, using a *brine* dimension for his teleportations.

“How is its physical condition,” Cornelius asked, turning his attention back to his *current* lab-rat.
“It appears to be healed and is moving around.”
“Very well,” Cornelius stepped back and peeled back his latex gloves. “Inform Colonel Wraith about him being up. Take this one away. Put the collar on him and then wake him up and put him into the cell next to X 101.”
“Yes sir,” the soldier saluted him and carted the stretcher away.

“Bring me the other one,” Cornelius ordered another soldier. He was indeed very glad with their latest find and was flitting about like a kid in a candy-shop.

In his glee, he failed to notice the tight expression on his assistant-cum-sex kitten’s face, or the fire in her *blue* eyes.

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“Oh my God,” Jubilee was the first one to notice the soldiers dragging in a semiconscious Kurt through the door and flinging him into the empty cell next to Logan.
“Kurt?” both Ororo and Kitty gasped simultaneously.
Logan merely made a passing glance at Kurt, his attention focused on the soldiers. He was memorizing their faces and smells. It would help when he finally killed them. Those who tortured him and his teammates, would get the *Wolverine special*, namely a full payment in kind for every single action, with interest. Compounded a hundred times over.

“Kurt,” Ororo walked over to the side near his cell, both Kitty and Jubilee moving the same way, trying to get as near to him as they could.
“Ororo,” Kurt raised his head to look at her with dull yellow eyes. His face was covered with dried blood and dirt. His hair was matted with blood. “Kitty, Jubilee….Logan,” his eyes widened as he caught sight of his fellow teammates. His eyes finally rested on the unconscious female, a mutant, he determined by the collar around her neck.
“Hey elf,” Logan grunted from his bed. He had finished eating and was resting now. Waiting for the next round. He could feel his sealed eye repairing itself. By its own, it would re-grow within a week. However, given his current condition, he didn’t know how long would it take with his healing factor getting strained every few hours.

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As if drawn by a telepathic command, three soldiers entered into the holding area. They were coming towards Logan and Ororo’s cell. ‘At least they don’t have any acid,’ he thought as he pushed himself off his bed. He didn’t want it to get all bloodied and more torn up than it already was. It was not as much for himself, than it was out of consideration for his new cellmate.
“’Ro, get back,” he whispered to Ororo. She had been busy conversing with Kurt and didn’t notice the soldiers come and stand in front of their cell.
“Logan,” she stepped forward to help him, but stopped short at his snarl.
“Get. Back. Now,” he spoke in a cold voice.

“Hey Wolverine,” one of the soldiers mocked him. “Ready for your daily workout.”
“Fuck you,” Logan growled at them. He didn’t pop out his claws, even he wanted nothing more than to cut that grin right off their faces, along with the rest of their body parts. He needed to conserve as much energy as he could. He was going to need it soon.
The soldiers just laughed among themselves. Then one of them stepped forward, a gas cylinder strapped to his back.

The next instant, huge flames, shot out of the soldier’s *gun*, engulfing Logan completely. This time however, he didn’t cry out. He clenched his teeth and snapped his eyes shut. He needed to save them, well at least the one that was still working. He just stood their burning like a paper doll. The smell of burning flesh and muscles filling the air flowing through the holding area.

None of his teammates made a single sound. Ororo and the girls knew that nothing would come out of crying out, silent tears flowing down their faces. As for Kurt, he was still hazy from the effects of tranquilizers to comprehend what was happening in the next cell.

By the time, he shook himself awake, one of the soldiers had grabbed a water hose and put out the blaze, a severely burnt Logan collapsing from the pain and the force of the water stream.

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Back in the examination room,

“Take this one also,” Cornelius commanded one of the soldiers. “You know what to do.”
“Yes sir,” the soldiers stepped forward and pushed the stretcher away.

“I’d say we have had a good day’s work,” Cornelius stepped towards the cleaning area. “How about joining me in my room?”
“Yes sir,” Mallory followed him. “Very good indeed, except for one thing.”
“What?” Cornelius glanced up at her. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it. It happens.”
“Yes sir,” Mallory nodded her head.

“I know what is on you mind,” the old man stopped and turned to her. “We could always use another female.”

“Too bad that this one died."

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“Too bad that this one died."

“Uhgrrnn….” Logan groaned as he regained consciousness. ‘Not again’ his brain cried out.

In a repetition of the previous day’s events, his skin had been burnt off completely and from the feel of it, it hadn’t finished healing yet. He knew the reason for that. His healing factor was breaking down, well more like slowing down. Repeatedly increasing stress had finally started to affect its performance. He didn’t know how long had he been under this time, let alone the last time.
He hadn’t even gotten around to ask Ororo about it. ‘Ororo’

“’Rrrro….” He managed to grunt out. He hoped that she was still there. He wasn’t using any of his senses or moving at all. He still wanted to let most of his energy be used for healing the friggin’ skin.
“Logan,” Ororo’s honey smooth voice was laced with both worry and relief. Logan had been under for more than a day this time. From her previous experiences with him, she knew the reason behind it. The only time he had been unconscious for longer than this time, was after the night on ‘Statue of Liberty’, when he had literally died for all practical reasons. His heart had stopped beating twice and Jean even had used a psychic jolt to get his brain activity going.

Logan slowly opened his left eye, his right one still not healed. In his current condition, he didn’t know when would it be fully repaired. He could feel it inside the socket, but there wasn’t any sensation in it.
As the cloudiness dissipated, Ororo’s worried face came into view. “Yer….yer…” he tried forming the words but was silenced by two slender fingers against his lips.
“Don’t talk,” Ororo whispered. “Your chest is still healing. Just focus on breathing. Here, I’ve got some water,” she sat crossed leg, Indian style and gently lifted his head into her lap.
“Remember to drink it slowly,” she reminded with a soft smile, gently tilting his head with one hand while bringing the water mug to his dry lips.

Logan silently drank the water, only choking slightly this time. Once he had had his feel, he moved his head to the slightly to the left to let Ororo know as much.
“You should get some more sleep,” Ororo was still speaking in whispers. “Or at least don’t move too much. They have been checking on you every few hours. The last time they came, one of them said that they would wait until you got up and then come for you. So if you keep on lying still, they will think that you are still unconscious.”
She bent forward, lifted one of his hands and grasped it within hers. “If you need to speak, try and keep your voice down. I don’t know whether their surveillance is only visual or does it include audio too. Press my hand if you understand me.”
A gentle squeeze on her hand told her that he understood.

“How….how long?” his words were gruff yet low in tone.
“How long?” Ororo tilted her head to look into his eye from the side. “Do you mean how long have you been unconscious for?” Another squeeze of the hand.
“I’d say one and half day, a few hours more than you were the last time.”
Logan just closed his, enjoying the feeling of Ororo running her free hand through his hand.
“Mmmmmrrrrr…” he purred, its deep sound vibrating through his nearly healed chest, along their bonded hands to her body, causing a shiver to run through her.

“Liked that didn’t you,” Ororo asked a little lightly.
“Mmmmm…” Logan moaned before he caught himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean ta do that. Ya can stop if ay wanta.”
“I think I’ll do it some more,” Ororo replied, her hand going lower on his face to caress his muttonchop-lined cheeks.
“’Ro,” Logan leaned into her hand. “Ou….Out.”
“Out?” her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Out,” Logan repeated himself, slowly but firmly. “Way. Out.”
“Oh,” realization dawned on her face. “Nothing,” she shook her head. “They haven’t even taken any of us out again. The time they had taken me, I had tried to listen and try to find out where we are right now. From what I could make out, it seems we are somewhere in Mexico.”

“Break…out.”
“Yes,” Ororo nodded her head. “I know we need to break out, but how? I haven’t been able to think of a way to do it. Not one that is practically feasible. Maybe if we think together, we can find a way to do it.”
“Hmmmm….” Logan gently squeezed her hand, feeling the darkness coming back to claim him. “Laterrr….” Was the last thing he worded before falling asleep and or falling unconsciousness again.
“Later,” Ororo echoed him. Caressing his cheek one last time, she laid his head back on the makeshift pillow she had created from a rolled up blanket.

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“Ughnn…” Cornelius was enjoying the sensation in his groin, his hands aiding the bobbing head of Mallory *Mystique* Brickman. They were in his suite and him and Mallory were conducting *private discussions*, not that those around them didn’t know, what occurred between them behind closed doors. But none of the soldiers said anything or approached her. Mallory was off limits. Only Cornelius and Wraith *touched* her and she *touched* them. “Oh Mal….” The old man moaned out his pet’s *pet* name.

“Hmmm….doctor,” Mallory stopped her ministrations and looked up into his eyes as he sat in swivel chair with her kneeling between his legs. “That feels so good…..you feel so good,” she spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice that she knew would excite him further and get his climax on and out of the way. She was supposed to meet Victor soon and he was a much better lay than the wrinkly old scientist.

The only reason she had even started ‘doing’ this was to get closer to him. It was to help with her final plan. That was to steal the infants they were going to create. It would provide her with fresh clean slates for her own training. Through them, she was going to create her own team, one that didn’t fight for any side except their own. The highest bidder, that was her motto and that was going to be the motto of her *children*. She had approached the walking fur ball, Creed, only because she would need a distraction when the time came.

That was all before….all before they brought in the new mutant. The one she had first seen for the first time during the Alkali lake mission, when Eric and she had joined the X-Men to take down Stryker. One look and she knew who he was. He was the same mutant she had last seen as a baby, years ago in Germany, when she had let him drift away in the flow of the river. Her son. Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler. That’s what he called himself, until now. Now he was just X 105, mutant experimental subject.

“What are you going to do with the new subject?” she looked up at Cornelius. “The blue one.”
“You mean the demon,” Cornelius chuckled, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, although her mouth was a much better option. “Why talk about work now? We can always discuss them later. Its not like they are going to go anywhere.”
“Mmmmmm….Corr,” she teased him, giving a light lick on his shining head. “Tell me and I’ll make this really interesting. I’ll do that special thing you like so much.”
“You know, it’s a good thing that I like you,” Cornelius grazed her lips with his finger. “You and your expert lips and mouth.”

“I know,” Mallory pouted, pushing her red-lipstick smudged lips out to kiss his finger. “I like you too. I can’t wait for this project to finally get underway. So are you going to use the new one, the demon…” she forced out. “….the same way as Wolverine.”
“No,” Cornelius shook his head. “Wolverine is going to be the only male we are going to use, at least for now. The other one, he is purely a testing subject. We’ll collect his sperm, just in case he can’t pass our tests and has to be disposed off.” Cornelius smiled a self-satisfied smile.
“Good,” was all Mallory said, forcing herself to stop from wringing the life out of his testicles.

“There I told you,” Cornelius pushed the chair back. “Now, how about my treat.”
“Get on the bed Herr Doctér,” Mallory spoke in a mock German accent, grabbing the spare pair of latex gloves from her lab coat. “I am going to have to conduct a complete examination.”
“Oh Goody,” Cornelius rubbing his hands in glee, as he hobbled to the bed and lay on his back, his ass and legs lying over the side. “Does that include a….”

“Yes it does,” Mallory smiled at him, snapping the gloves over her hands. “It includes a complete and detailed prostate examination.”

“I can hardly wait.”

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“How is he?” Kurt asked a pensive Ororo. Jubilee and Kitty were sitting on the other side of the corridor, their faces stuck against the bars.
“He’s still healing,” Ororo replied, glancing over her back to look at the still form of her teammate. His words were ringing in her mind. ‘Break out.’
“Vhy do they do this to him,” Kurt probed further, his thick digit tracing one of his many tattoos.
“It’s a long tale,” Ororo didn’t want to talk about the various tortures being thrust on Logan and the reason behind it. She hadn’t even told Jubilee and Kitty the complete story, feeling that Logan should be the one to break it to them. “Wonder what happened to the girl you said they brought with you.”

“I don’t know,” Kurt shook his head. “Ven they captured me, I just got a passing look at her.”
“How did she look like?” Jubilee piped up.
“I don’t remember much except that she had something stuck all over her face, arms and back,” Kurt racked his brain, trying to remember the details. “….and that she had red hair, about this long,” he leveled his hand with the middle of his neck.

Jubilee and Kitty looked lost as his description, but Ororo’s eyes widened in recognition.
“Kurt, the things looking all over her, did they look like bones?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “I didn’t get a good look.”
“But were they coming out for her head like horns,” she balled her hands and held it over her forehead moving them up and down, gesturing the length of the *horns*.
“Maybe,” Kurt gave a hesitant nod. “Do you know her?”
“Yes,” Ororo sighed. “Her name is Sarah, also known as Sarah Rushman. She used he codename ‘Marrow’.”

“Marrow,” Kitty whispered as if recalling the name from some part of her memory, her eyes widening as he reached what she was looking for. “Wasn’t she one of the Morlocks.”
“Yes,” Ororo sighed once again. If Marrow had been captured, that meant that the rest of the Morlocks had either broken up or had been captured or killed.
“Do you know her?” Ororo merely nodded at Kurt’s question.
“What do you think happened to her?” Jubilee questioned. “They should have brought her here too, to one of these empty cells. Do you think, that they moved her somewhere else?”

“That they did,” Sabertooth’s growl answered from the door. “Just not where ya wanna go right now.”
“What do you mean?” Ororo adopted a condescending tone. She’d be damned if she let Sabertooth get the better of her.
“Meanin’ she’s dead and burnt with the garbage and shit,” Sabertooth stalked over to her. “Does that tickle yer pussy?”
“No,” Kitty whimpered. Death of one of them meant that the others were just as expendable.
“Don’t cry frail,” Creed looked over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of ya, REAL good.”

“Keep yer smelly paws offa her,” everyone snapped at Logan’s answering grunt. He had regained consciousness and was supporting himself on one arm. His wounds had finally healed and from the looks of it, he would be completely up soon.
“Hey look, the runt is up,” Creed curled his lips, exposing his long fangs to Logan.
“Grr….” Logan growled in return. “Fuck off.”
“There there, is that some way to talk to yer brother,” Sabertooth grinned at the look on Logan’s face.
“Whatdya mean?” Logan narrowed his eyes, his voice cold.
“I mean that we are brothers,” Creed’s grin grew wider. “Same father.”

“Yer lying,” Logan shook his head. ‘He’s playing with yer head,’ he reminded himself.
“Am I?” Creed stepped closer to the bars. “Or are ya too stupid to realize the truth of the similarities between us. We are two of a kind, just like each other. Two animals.”
“I ain’t an animal,” Logan forced himself to stand up. “I definitely ain’t anything like ya.”

“Whatever runt,” Sabertooth flipped his hand as he started walking away. “But just remember that, I am the legal one. Ya, ya are just the result of a rich broad’s pussy itch fer the groundskeeper of her own man’s estate.”
“CREED,” Logan’s roar rang through the air, the *snikt* of his claws extending echoing along with it. “Yer lyin’. Take yer words back.”
“Or what?” Sabertooth baited from the door. “Ya will dance around in yer cage. Listen and listen good, yer slut of a ma was my old man’s personal whore.”
“NOooooo….,” Logan cried out, his claws singing against the Adamantium bars of his cage, Sabertooth’s taunting laugh sounding through the door. “No.”

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Two days later,

Logan hadn’t spoken for two whole days…..ever since Sabertooth had told him about the truth of his birth. He had taken out his rage on the indestructible metal walls of his prison cell. He didn’t want to believe a word of what Creed said, but there was something in him, deep inside his jumbled up brain, that told him that it was the truth.
He had raged a personal war both through his body and with his brain, finally losing out to fatigue and malnutrition and falling unconscious again.

He had woken up to find Ororo’s head on his chest, her hand threaded through his unruly mane. He had been jerking about in his pseudo-sleep. Wanting to calm him down, she had started caressing his hair, taking caution to stay out of the way of any sudden claw swipes. Later when he had finally calmed down, she had changed positions to come and sit on his side and it was in that position that she had finally fallen sleep, resting her head on his chest.

He was still trying to get his bearings when he heard the sound of approaching feet. Someone was coming. Taking a deep breath, he detected some familiar smells – Cornelius, Wraith, a couple of *old* soldiers….and Mystique. The blue bitch was with them. He hoped that they would get close enough to finally let him match her scent with her current form.

“Aw, aint’t that real sight,” Wraith jeered. “The animal and his whore are getting’ romantic.”
“Grr…” Logan’s growl and the sound of someone speaking woke up Ororo. She immediately sat up and faced their captors.
“Please do not talk like that,” Cornelius *mock* scolded Wraith. “Being romantic is something that is above Wolverine’s mental and emotional capabilities, a fact which will be confirmed shortly.” With that, he motioned two of the soldiers to come forward. “Now Wolverine, please come to the front of the cage.”
“Fuck you,” Logan spat back.
“Come to the front of the cage,” the second time was in a cold, dead voice. “Or one of them dies,” he pointed over his back to the three residents of the other cell. Stacy had finally woken up and although she was still recovering from her injuries, she was able to talk and even managed to sit up for about half an hour.

Growling deep in his chest, Logan slowly walked to the front.
“Stand right there,” he stopped at Wraith’s words. He was close enough to differentiate among their smells. Suddenly his gaze set on the lone female in the group. There she was. Mystique. Taking a step closer, he growled at her.
“You stay away from her,” Cornelius practically yelled out. “She is not for the likes of you. She is human. For you, we have got your own kind.”

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“Are we ready to begin?” Wraith turned to the scientist.
“Yes,” an evil smile formed on his face. “Whenever you want.”
Wraith nodded his head and grinned at Logan. “Fire,” he commanded the soldiers.
The next instant four darts flew from the special double-barreled gun and embedded themselves into Wolverine’s skin.

“Ya think, ya are going ta knock me out with these,” Logan grunted as he started removing the darts only to find four more fire and the next instant another four, making a total of twelve darts that had been fired at him.
“Oh these aren’t tranquilizer darts,” Cornelius chuckled. “These are our special recipe darts, to bring out your true self. After all we need the Wolverine to breed not some sorry excuse for a human.”

“Whatdya mean?” Logan inquired feeling an odd sensation rising inside himself. “What did ya do ta me?”
“You’ll soon see,” Cornelius stepped back. Turning to his assistant, he placed a hand on her back and started moving towards the door. “Come along, my dear. The Wolverine mating is not something you want to see or hear.”
“Enjoy yourself,” Wraith spoke to Ororo before walking away himself. To the other prisoners he said, “You too.”

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“Logan….” Logan winced at Ororo’s voice calling for him. The next instant he felt her hand rest on his shoulder and immediately retreated from it. “Logan, are you alright? You seem to be getting sick.”
“Ggg…..ggg…..Grrr…..” he tried forming words, trying to warn Ororo to stay away from him. From what was rising inside him.
“Logan?” she tried again.
“Aww…away,” he finally managed and retreated further, his hands held out in front him.

Ororo realized what was going on inside her friend and immediately withdrew to the other side of the cell.
“Logan, try to control yourself,” she urged. “Fight it….you can do it.”
“C…can…can’t,” he looked up at her, the hazel in his eyes rapidly being replaced by black. “St…stop….mmmeeee…..” he was reaching the end of his fight.

-SNIKT-

The claws came out.
“St…stop….meee…..” he pleaded again. “Plee…please….”
“I’m sorry I can’t,” Ororo lowered her head, lowering herself into a submissive position. She knew what was going to happen to her. “Kitty, Jubilee, turn away and cover your ears,” she spoke in an even voice. “…..and no matter what happens to me, don’t look this way till everything finishes.”
“Ororo,” tears welled up in Kitty eyes. “Mr. Logan….” She pleaded as Jubilee gently pulled her away from the cell bars and guided her to a corner of their cell.

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Back inside Logan and Ororo’s cell,

Logan was finally losing his battle against the Wolverine, who was being forced out in a highly excited state by the effects of the serum, which the darts had pumped into him.

He had started stalking Ororo, pacing in front of her, unsuccessfully trying to stop himself from closing in on her. The fact that she already wore his smell, made it even more difficult to contain the highly possessive Wolverine.

“GRRRRAAAHHH,” a loud roar announced the full emergence of an aroused Wolverine. Arching his back, he closed in on the female near him, the one who had his smell already on her, along with her intoxicating scent. She was HIS. And now he going to take her and mark her as his own.

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Ororo lowered and tilted her head to expose her neck in a sign to completely submit to the *alpha* male.

The only thing that gave her some form of concession from what was going to happen to her….was the last word Logan had managed to grunt out before he was lost inside his feral form.

“Sorry”

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Note: I used info. from Wolverine's 'The Origin' miniseries. Maybe it was just me, but 'Dog' looked a lot like Victor Creed, Sabertooth.


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“Sorry”

“Ughnn…” Ororo felt her head being raised and something hard being pushed against her swollen lips. Cracking her eyes open, she realized that it was the water mug she had been using for the past few days. She also recognized the person offering the water to her, Logan. ‘No, not Logan,’ her tired mind and sore body reminded her. ‘Not Logan…..Wolverine.’

Logan had been lost inside his mind, his alter ego taking over for him, both in mind and body. The same alter ego that had claimed and marked her as his own, not once, but many times over.

How many times? She didn’t know nor did she try to remember.

She had stopped counting after the seventh time.

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//Flashback//

“Sorry,” that was the last word that Logan had said, as Wolverine came out and wrested complete control from him, popping his claws out and letting a loud echoing roar to announce his entrance.

Ororo knew that in her current state, she couldn’t try to keep off his advances and she sure as hell couldn’t try and talk him down. She had been able to get through to Wolverine in the past, but that wouldn’t happen this time, even she knew that much. Not with her current hormonal state, and an unknown serum running through his veins, shutting off everything in him, except for a ‘primal hunger’ to mate. She hoped that he wouldn’t get too physical or too rough, and that she wouldn’t end up like Stacy was after Sabertooth was done with her. But then again, Wolverine wasn’t Sabertooth. He had fought hard to overcome and control the *wildness* inside him. Hopefully that control would extend to his mating too.

Curiously and fortunately for her, Wolverine didn’t directly throw himself on her and started, well started rutting like an animal. He however did go through a sort of pre-mating ritual.

He caught hold of one of arms and yanked her from the corner she had been huddled to the centre of the room, or somewhere near about there. He wanted her to be in the open. Somewhere where he could have easy access to her, from any possible direction.

He had then begun circling her, closing in every few seconds to smell her, only to frown, snort in frustration and step back a couple of steps and continue with his pacing. At first Ororo did not understand what he was doing. She smelled the same from all directions and it couldn’t have been very pleasing, given their current living conditions. She even mused, albeit for an instant, that he would be put off by her smell and reject her and leave her alone.
As time went by, she relaxed a little and her fear and nervousness waned. It was then that she realized what Wolverine was doing. He was making her get used to him so that she wouldn’t be afraid of him and be an equal participant in their mating. It both relaxed and frightened her. Relaxed, because she would not be *raped* like Stacy was, and frightened because it meant that he *would* mate with her.

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In the observation room,

“What is it doing?” Wraith asked impatiently. “Why doesn’t it get on with the fucking? I want each and every one of them to be humiliated. In every possible way.”
“Patience my friend,” Cornelius replied, his eyes stuck at the screen, its reflection playing on his glasses. “Even though I agree that this is out of the norm of the Wolverine, I am sure that we will get the results we want, either one of them. Either it will mate with the female or kill it, or maybe both.”

Standing behind them were Mallory Brickman and Victor Creed, both of whom were silently watching and waiting for a chance to get out from the room and do some *mating* of their own. Well Creed wanted that. He was following the Wolverine on the screen and knew the reasons behind his dance around the black x-woman. Oh, how he wanted to be the one with her right now. He would have fucked her half way to hell by now.
“I’m outta here,” he growled, stomping away towards his room. “Ya can enjoy the show. I got much better things ta do than stand around watching the runt get some.”

A few minutes later, Wraith also left, signaling Mallory to follow him. Even if he never admitted, the mutie female was incredibly attractive and seeing her about to get fucked, even if happened to be for the last time in her life, made him highly aroused and kicking for a piece of action for himself.

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Back inside the cell,

Wolverine had a feral grin on his face. The female had smelled nice to start with, but there had been a horrible smell of fear and nervousness coming from her, one that he generally didn’t mind too much, but coming from her, it tugged at something in him. He had never felt like this ever and even with his basic primal mental faculties, he understood it. Whoever, this female was, was going to be his mate, even if she didn’t know it yet. She wouldn’t have any choice in this. He was the Wolverine and what the Wolverine wanted, the Wolverine got, one way or the other.

Once she seemed relaxed enough, Wolverine made his move. Raising his claws, he made short work of his clothes, exposing himself and his complete manliness to his *future* mate. He frowned when her nervousness spiked again, but as he followed her line of sight, that frown turned into a grin. Her gaze was stuck at his erect member. She was nervous because of it. That realization made his chest swell with pride. Stalking up to her, he lowered himself to his knees, his gaze stuck at her eyes, his nose twitching to catch every minute change in her smell.

-SNAKT-

The sound of his claws sheathing echoed through the air, his continual growl intermingling with it. Lowering himself on all fours he prowled further, until his face was inches away from hers. Sensing him draw nearer, she lowered her gaze and looked at the ground between them.

“Uhmmnn….” Wolverine whimpered as he gently nudged her cheek with his nose, reveling in her natural scent. He was growing wilder by the second, his erection rock hard and aching to be inside her, to fill her fertile womb with his potent seed and mark her as his own. He wanted her to come at least some of the way if not the complete *half* way, which he initially wanted. “Grrr…..” his whimper changed to a slightly threatening growl at her hesitance to look up at him. He nudged her a second time, this time from below her jaw, forcing her to look up and directly into his drug and arousal darkened eyes.

“Grrr….” At his insisting growl, she seemed to understand him, or at least part of what he wanted to communicate to her. However, the next instant she tried to move away from him and that angered him.

“GRRR….” He growl grew louder as he yanked her closer to him. Wincing at the sudden pain, she bit on her lower lip to stifle the cry, which welled up in her throat. Lifting her free hand, she pointed to the softer mattress. Following her hand, Wolverine looked at the unknown object lying in the corner. He guessed that putting her on that *thing* would make her more willing to reciprocate to him. He however, didn’t want to leave their current position.
So he did the next best thing, he pulled the mattress towards them. Lifting her from the ground, he set her on the mattress, enjoying its softer feeling for himself too.

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Back in the observation room,

Cornelius had a deep frown etched on his age *wrinkled* face. Wolverine was going too slow, wasting valuable time. Looking over his shoulder, he gestured for a soldier to come to him.
“Yes sir, Dr. Cornelius sir,” the soldier saluted him.
“At ease,” he answered with a flip of his hand. Reaching for a small box lying in front of him, he opened it to reveal about two dozen of the darts, which had been shot at Wolverine to make him sexually aroused.

Taking out two of the darts he was about to handle it to the soldier when something on the screen grabbed his attention. Wolverine had just ripped the clothes off the female.
“Nothing,” he gestured the soldier to return to his post. “It seems we won’t be needing the next dose after all…..not yet at least,” he ended with a sinister grin.

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Wolverine slightly extended his first claw from his right hand and made short work of Ororo’s tattered uniform, his arousal jumping another level as her physical beauty came into the open.

Pushing the female to lie on the mattress he crawled over her, until he was hovering her breasts, both his hands and legs saddling her completely.

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As for Ororo, she had been unresponsive; waiting for what she thought would be an abusive rape to commence. However, all of *Wolverine’s* actions had surprised her. True, he was being animalistic as his namesake….but there something *soft*, something caring about his actions. It was as if he wanted her to be an equal participant, enjoy it.

If you can’t fight it, you might as well enjoy it,’ that was the thought with which she reached up and cautiously caressed his mutton-chopped cheek, almost smiling when he immediately leaned into her hand, a soft purr momentarily replacing his deep rumbling growl.

That gesture was enough for her to become more confident with the situation. She wouldn’t be able to overcome him, he was clearly the dominant partner, but she could still have some semblance of power and control over their actions. The simple fact that he had pulled the mattress for them to lie on, added to that confidence.

It also helped to finally relax her, her relaxed state leading further to an aroused state, the smell of which Wolverine instantly caught. Reaching down he gently but clumsily parted her legs, positioning himself to enter her.

//End Flashback//

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That had been the first time and what she had hoped to be at the most, one of a couple of times. How wrong had she been.
She hadn’t forgotten to take into account, his current libidinous state and his *superlative* healing factor.

He had taken her again and again and in various positions, although in keeping with his current mental state, he had preferred the animalistic position, with her on all fours and him positioned behind her either on his knees or on his feet, bending over her, in which case his face was near hers, his hot breath blowing over the raw bite mark on her shoulder.

He had been both rough and gentle with her, alternating with slow, leisurely lovemaking and hard, hurried fucking. Her aching body and the various markings on her skin provided the testimony to prove it.

During the course of their *lovemaking* she had even lost consciousness, waking up eventually to find him sitting next to her a food and water offering lying between them. As soon as she was able to move, he would reach for her or pull her to him.

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So when he offered her the water this time, she had expected the same thing to happen. What she didn’t expect was to have him turn her over to her side and lie down to her. Pulling her to him, he lined up his body with her, forming a spooning position, his arm possessively wound around her chest, his hand resting just below her breasts; inches away from sensitive and swollen nipples.

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Within minutes, both the ravaged goddess and her satiated feral were lost in sleep, oblivious to both the worded and secret plans of their captors and those around them.

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“You seem to be particularly happy and ‘up’ today,” Mystique smirked at the man lying between her legs, his face buried at her center, his tongue insistently licking at her hardened bunch of nerves.
“Hmm…” Sabertooth hummed from his position, his one large paw-like hand moving over her stomach, the other one aiding his rough tongue in exploring her sopping insides.
“Want me to change?” she suggested, knowing who was among his top five choices of females she could turn into.
“Sure,” Creed raised his head, his long blonde hair falling in front of his eyes.

“Who?” Mystique raised an eyebrow.
“Who ever?” the words had barely left his mouth when Mystique’s body and blue skin started shifting, growing bulkier, her red hair darker to finally turn black.

“Not that,” growled Sabertooth. “Not if you don’t wanta lose yer dick,” he threatened, his claws lining up with the penis of the MAN Mystique had changed into.
“Yer loss bub,” answered Wolverine, his/her body changing again, becoming slimmer, darker, hair flashing from midnight black to fresh-snow white, hazel eyes turning blue.
“Not that either,” Sabertooth flipped his free hand. “Already fucked her in the ass.”

“Then how about this?” Mystique grinned at him, her dark skin growing slightly lighter, blue eyes turning black, just like her hair. Within seconds a Red Indian female lay in front of Sabertooth.
“Na,” he made a clicking sound. “Already did her…did her and then killed her. She tasted so sweet and I am not just talkin’ about her juices.”
“Hmmm….” Silver Fox mused for a couple of seconds, thinking of people to change into.

“This?” she offered, her black hair turning Auburn, black eyes turning blue, her skin growing fairer. “Wanda Maximoff at you service,” she offered.
“Not Magneto’s kid,” he dismissed her choice. “Not one of our own. I want an x-slut.”


“Hmmm….How about the White whore,” she smirked, her skins and hair clearing up until her skin was milky white and her hair blonde, even her uniform changed to white, greatly shrinking and sticking to her curves. “How would you like to enjoy the Queen? You undeserving animal?” Emma Grace Frost spoke in her usual condescending manner.
“Nice,” Sabertooth grunted appreciatively. Getting off from his position from the now platinum-blonde pubic hair, he stood next to the bed. “Come on, get ta work,” he gestured towards his erection. “And this time I want ya ta make me cum in yer mouth and swallow it, all of it.”

Pushing herself to the edge of the bed, Emma was perfectly positioned at the almost seven foot tall mutant’s groin. Reaching for his swaying erection, she looked straight into his eyes, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Just like you ate my out and swallowed all of Wraith’s cum yourself.”

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“What is that?” Wraith pointed at the screen. On it were visible the resting forms of Wolverine and Storm.
“Uhn…” the monitoring technician gulped. “Dr. Cornelius said to let them lie.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Cornelius said,” Wraith barked at him. “They don’t get any rest until I say so. If Wolverine tires or comes down from this arousal high, pump him up again.”
“Yes sir,” the nervous man started to get up, his hand reaching for the serum-dart box.
“You keeping sitting right there,” Wraith pushed him back into his chair. “I’ll handle it.”

Grabbing the box in one hand and its gun in the other, he stormed towards the prisoner area.

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“Grr…..hmmmm…” Sabertooth was alternating between growling and humming, his eyes matching the blue eyes of the beauty between his legs. He had his hands threaded into the blonde hair of the telepathic beauty, her skin shining, betraying her current diamond state.
Holding her head, he was humping away into her mouth, trying to get more and more of his prodigious girthed shaft into her.

“Take it easy, big boy,” Mystique-Emma whispered in a mock sweet tone, winking at him. “I am not going anywhere.”
“I know yer not,” Sabertooth reached for her once again, his hands halted when she held up her hands.
“What if I leave right now?” she smirked wickedly. “Leave you, standing like this,” she pointed at this almost perpendicular erection.
“What makes ya think, I’ll let ya leave?” Creed snarled at her, his right hand grabbing at her long blonde-dyed hair and yanking it in that direction.
“Ugh….” Mystique-Emma winced at the sudden pain, an artificial smile coming over her face the very moment. “I like a man who knows what he wants and is ready to do anything to get it,” she complemented in her cultured voice.
“That I am,” Victor grinned at her. “Now get back ta yer suckin’. I am gonna cum soon.”
“Oh goody,” she clapped her hands like a child. “But just remember what I told you. You should be ready when the time comes for us to make our move. Remember that.”
“I am always ready,” Victor responding, his hips resuming their to and fro motion.

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Back in the prisoner section,

“Ugh…” Wolverine’s grunt and the sudden tightening of his grip across her back woke Ororo up, her free hand instantly reaching to try to loosen his steel-tight grip.
“Ugh….” He winced again, his wince just preceded by a muted discharge of a rifle. Raising her head from the crook of his shoulder, she saw Wraith.
Standing in front of their cell, he was firing more of the same serum filled darts that had brought out the aroused Wolverine in the first place.

”What are you doing?” she cried out as another dart was shot into Wolverine’s back, her voice still groggy from sleep, just as her body was aching for prolonged and intense sexual activities.
“What does it look like I am doing?” Wraith smirked as he loaded another dart and aimed at Wolverine, who was also awake now. Turning around, the first thing he did was push Ororo behind him, with only the upper half of her head sticking out from behind his shoulders. He couldn’t understand what was going on, but the fear rolling off his female told him that something was scaring her.
As another struck him, embedding itself into his chest, he looked up and found another male standing a few feet away from him. He was the hurting him and scaring his female.

-SNIKT-

“GRRRRRAAHHH….” Wolverine’s roar jolted the other prisoners from their slumber. They opened their eyes to see a naked Logan, no Wolverine, slashing his indestructible claws against the equally indestructible bars of his cage. In front of him, was standing a man, calmly loading his gun over and over again and firing its contents at him.
“Stop,” Ororo pleaded from the bed, her hands gripping her shredded clothes at the front of her body. “Please stop. You are hurting him.”

“What else do you think I am trying to do?” Wraith spat out as another dart left the gun barrel. “First I hurt him and then he hurts you.”
“What do you…?” Ororo stopped mid-sentence. She immediately realized what was happening right now and what was going to occur within the next few minutes.

Wraith was pumping more serum into Wolverine as the previous dosage would have started to lose its effectiveness, Wolverine’s healing factor getting rid of it. However, whereas the first time they had shot twelve darts and then stopped, Wraith just seemed to go on firing. He had long past crossed a dozen darts and did not seem to be slowing down, let alone cease firing.

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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Cornelius’s yell caused Wraith to hesitate for a moment, and that caused his to miss his mark, Wolverine’s dart riddled chest, the dart hitting him just below his still healing eye. Wolverine was still slashing at the Adamantium bars, his swings growing slower, weaker as the fresh serum started kicking in.

“Stop that immediately,” Cornelius commanded as he hurried towards Wraith, who didn’t even seem the least bit affected or concerned. Rushing forward Cornelius the rifle away. “What are you doing?” he repeated himself. “Have you gone mad? We are getting what we want, why do it any further?
“WRONG. You are getting what you wanted….” Wraith looked down as the old man, yanking his gun away from his grasp. “….not me…..not yet. I don’t want them to be lying, all huddled up against each other. I want him to hurt her, break her down and once the serum wears off, I want him to see what he has done to her and what he will be doing to the other two bitches and then….I want him to hate himself.”

Glancing at the writhing Wolverine, he smirked. “Looks like you were late Doctor. The animal is already on its way to do my bidding. Now if you excuse me I have better things to do than to stand around watch him rut over this poor, hopeless cunt.”
With that, Wraith walked away, the rifle flung over his shoulder. “One of you is next,” he pointed at Jubilee and Kitty. “And you are as good as dead,” he grinned at Kurt.

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Watching him leave through the door, Cornelius stood alone in the corridor space between the cells, watching as Wolverine’s body once again tried to fight the serum taking over his brain with each passing second.

Shaking his head, he slowly followed the way the bitter Colonel had gone, hoping that Wolverine wouldn’t go feral and slice up the female. He had too much invested in the project to lose it over the useless animosity of a stupid soldier.

“Don’t go over the top,” he whispered, more to himself than to Wolverine.

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“Wolverine,” Ororo whispered, as she reached a hand to touch his shoulder.
“RRRaaaRrrr….” His snarl stopped her progress immediately and caused her to stumble back on the mattress. She knew what was going to come. She had clearly heard the conversation between Wraith and Cornelius and had counted the number of darts Wolverine pulled out from his chest. They had been over twenty.
If a dozen darts had caused him to grow so aroused and animalistic, what would twenty do?

That question was answered the next moment as Wolverine rose on his knees and looked directly at her, his gaze heated and the pupils of his eyes completely dilated to blackness. Even his body seemed tightened up, ready for the attack, including his jutting erection.

“GRRRAAAHHH….” He roared as he launched himself off his knees.

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“What was that?” Mystique-Emma raised her head at the echoing roar.
“The runt,” Sabertooth grunted as he pushed her face back to where it had been seconds before. “He’s about ta get some. Either that or he getting the thrashing for the day.”

“Now what was that?” she cocked her ears as a second cry reached her ears.
“Looks like he got some,” Victor Creed grinned as he entered Mystique-Emma’s waiting mouth, pushing past her now swollen lips.

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Inside Wolverine’s cell,

“Aaaaagggggh….” a second sharp cry of pain filled the air as Wolverine entered Ororo. His rough hands were hurting her body, their pain not as much as pain from his having his rock hard shaft tear into her, his long length rubbing against her dry vaginal muscles, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Please….stop….stop….please….” Kitty was crying, the sounds of Ororo cries cutting right through to her soul. “Stop…..somebody stop him….please….”
Besides her sat Jubilee, who although wasn’t saying anything verbally, was having the similar thoughts. ‘Just give my powers for ten seconds. I will paff the life out of him and the ones who have made him this way.’

The other two prisoners, Stacy and Kurt did the only thing they could. Covering their ears and closing their eyes, they turned away from their teammates; unable to bear both of them being abused, in entirely different ways.

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Many Hours later,

“Ummnnn…” Wolverine was whimpering. He was offering his female food and water as he had done in the past. The effects of the serum had decreased to levels at which he was able to form basic thoughts, and the only thoughts on his mind were food, shelter and mating.
There was a shelter over his head, he had mated although it had been long and he wanted to do it again. Therefore, he was offering food to his mate, so that she would eat and then they could mate again.

Gently he reached forward and with his free hand touched the foot of his female, withdrawing immediately as she shrieked in terror.

“Don’t come near me. Stay away from me….STAY AWAY.”

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“Don’t come near me. Stay away from me….STAY AWAY”

“I can’t bear to look at them like that,” Kitty whispered, tears flowing down her already stained cheeks.
“Then don’t,” answered her fellow cell and teammate, Jubilee Lee, who was sitting away from the bars, facing the wall. She was sitting cross-legged and had her food pack in her lap. She had started to eat it about an hour ago and had only managed to eat about half of it. Although she wasn’t looking at the state of her senior teammates, their cries had been etched into her memory, just as they had been in the memory of the other prisoners.

“How can you say that?” Kitty cried softly, coming to sit beside her, sitting sideways to her so that she could look at all the x-men including Kurt, who had been praying ever since Wraith had shot the darts into Logan for the second time in as many days. It was those darts that had caused him to regress mentally into the berserk Wolverine.
“Because sitting there, staring at them isn’t going to help them or us,” answered Jubilee firmly. “Lets just hope this doesn’t go for long, and pray that we can get out of here before it gets any worse for either them or us.”

At those words Kitty grew silent. In Ororo and Logan’s pain, she had forgotten about her and Jubilee’s state and that of Kurt and Stacy. Stacy had already been brutalized by Sabertooth and had only now started moving around for more than ten minutes. It would be at least ten days before she would be completely healed. Then what? Kitty shuddered at the mere thought of what awaited her then.

Giving one last look at Logan and Ororo she turned completely and tried to get some food into her stomach.

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In Logan and Ororo’s cell,

Both Wolverine and Ororo were sleeping. They were lying at almost opposite ends of the cell, Ororo still not being able to bear Wolverine coming more than five feet closer to her.

He had tried it several times, inching closer to her, his peace offering of food and water, grasped in his hands. Every time he came closer, she seems to have panic attacks, averaging half an hour to forty-five minutes.

Finally, he seemed to have given up, opting for sleep for both of them before he tried again. Crawling on all fours, he had parked himself in front of the cage door, ready to protect her from any attack.

In his primal state, he couldn’t understand what had happened to make her fear him like this. The last time it had been so good, but every since that other male came and hurt him, something had gone wrong.
At first, she had been afraid for him, she had even cried for him. That changed soon after the man had come a second time.

He was still waking up every few minutes to check up on her, hoping that she would get up and let him come near her, touch her smooth skin, her soft hair……most importantly he wanted her to let him mate with her.

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In Wraith’s office,

“YOU DID WHAT?” Cornelius’s face was red with anger, the nerve on the side of his head, twitching like crazy. He was currently yelling at his *counterpart* with his female assistant and ‘lover’ standing behind him.
“I just gave their ‘love story’ a twist,” Wraith spoke from his chair, a smug smile on his face.
“Gave a twist? GAVE A TWIST?” Cornelius bellowed again, his fists landing on the metal desk, jarring everything. “You may have just ended our experiment.”

“Oh come on,” Wraith flipped his hand. “Nothing is going to happen. It was just a little serum.”
“Now you listen to me,” Cornelius pointed a finger at the military head. “I don’t care what past you have with Wolverine, and I don’t care that you are the head of this little base, what I care is that I get my next generation of Weapon X’s alive and unharmed.”

At Wraith’s silence, he continued with his speech.
“From now on, you will keep your nose out of my research, just like I keep out of your running of the base. As of now, both Wolverine and the rest of the mutants are off-limits to you and your soldiers. You will just feed them, clean them and provide them with clothing. Anything else will have to be first cleared with me. Is that understood colonel?”

“Is that CLEAR?” he repeated himself.
“Yes,” Wraith scowled at him.
“Good,” with that Cornelius hobbled away, Mallory walking beside him.

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“Do you really think this could affect the possibility of a pregnancy?” she finally asked him.
“I don’t know my dear,” Cornelius rubbed his forehead. He was sitting in front of the monitor waiting for any change in the positions of the two mutant subjects. “If it does, we will have to change the female subjects. Try one of the others ones. I would have done it eventually, but wanted to use the older, more mature one to do a trial run.”

//Flashback//

Few hours before,

Ororo was lying on her back; her legs parted wide and back to her shoulders, with Wolverine pounding away at her center.
He had been greatly affected by the almost double dosage of the ‘arousing’ serum as she called it. The first couple of times had been rough. However, as his healing factor rushed to expel the serum from his body, he seemed to fall back into the previous state or alternating between slow and slightly rough sex.

Busy with each other, neither of them noticed Wraith enter through door and come and stand in front of their cell.
“Animals,” his spat drew their attention to him, with Wolverine just growling at him, but not stopping his to and fro movements into her. As for Ororo, she did the only thing she could, she pulled her shredded clothes over her top half. However, they were chucked away by Wolverine who gave a slightly annoyed grunt at her actions.

“Hope you are enjoying this,” Wraith cocked his gun once again. “Because you won’t be for much longer.”
“No….Uhnn….no please,” Ororo managed to word out. “Not any more, please don’t hurt him….please.”
“Oh, I am not going to ‘hurt’ him,” Wraith grinned at her. “Its always for you…all of you.”

*BAMM* the gun rang out.

//End Flashback//

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“Jubilee do you think Ororo will be ok?” Kitty whispered to her Chinese American teammate.
“I don’t know Kitty,” Jubilee shook her head. “She seemed scared out of her mind. Wolverine hurt her bad. He was just like…you know,” she silently pointed to Stacy, not wanting to say Sabertooth’s name loudly.

“You can say it,” Stacy’s voice surprised them. She had been sleeping the last time she checked. “You can say that animal’s name.”
“Sorry we didn’t want to disturb you,” Kitty apologized. “We thought you were asleep.”
“I was trying to,” Stacy answered as she pushed herself to a sitting position along the wall. “But with all this going on, who can?”
“We are sorry for what happened to you,” Jubilee spoke softly. “For what Sabertooth did to you…and what now Wolverine did to Storm.”

Stacy nodded her head, turning it slightly sideways to look at the resting ‘couple’ in the other cell.
“You can’t blame him,” she spoke evenly. “Its not his fault.”
“We know,” Kitty hung her head. “Its just that….”
“Its just that, today he seemed to have lost all control and literally raped her,” Jubilee bluntly completed Kitty’s line of thought.

“No he didn’t,” Stacy’s words caused the girls to jerk their heads in surprise. “Its true that Storm was raped, but its not her body that was raped, it was her mind, and it wasn’t Wolverine who raped her, even though she thinks and will think it is him, it was Wraith.”
“Wraith,” Kitty tilted her head in confusion.
“You mean the darts he shot at Logan?” Jubilee asked for confirmation.

“Yes and no,” Stacy spoke again. “Its true that the serum he pumped into Wolverine caused him to lose control and become more rough with his actions, but those darts didn’t cause as much harm as the one dart he shot at Storm did.”
“He shot Ororo?” Kitty was surprised. She hadn’t seen that.
“Yes,” Jubilee sighed. “Remember the second time he came?”
“Hmmm….” Kitty nodded her head.
“That’s when he shot Ororo.”

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“He shot her with a serum different from the one he shot Wolverine with,” Stacy supplied.
“How do you know that?” Jubilee was the firs to ask.
“This collar may have affected my powers,” Stacy fingered her collar. “But it hasn’t affected my brain or my knowledge of pheromones.”
“Pheromones?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Both serums worked the same way, although giving very different results.”
“Oh,” was all Kitty said, still absorbing what Stacy had been revealing.
“The serum in Wolverine, caused him to get highly aroused and lose his higher brain function,” she said what was already known. “But the serum, he injected into Storm…..”

She once again glanced at the dusky beauty, running a hand over her face before continuing further.
“The serum in Storm activated the part of the brain that deals with fear.”
“So? How does that affect what Logan did to her,” Jubilee was still not convinced.
“It affects because Logan didn’t do anything to her. Anything that he wasn’t already doing,” the older mutant elaborated. “It however affected how she perceived it.”
“I think I am getting you now,” Kitty perked up. “By activating her fear sensors, he made her imaging all those things.”

“Close, but not exactly correct,” Stacy gave her a small smile. “It did activate her fear sensors, as you put it. However, she didn’t just imagine it. In her mind, it is a true memory now. That means, even after the serum wears off, she is still going to think and remember that she was raped by Wolverine. It has been burnt into her.”
“Oh god,” Jubilee gasped as she held her forehead. “This is even worse than what we thought.”
Kitty just nodded her head, not trusting herself to say anything about the matter.

“What do we do now?” she finally asked.
“We wait,” Stacy replied tiredly as she pushed herself off the wall and lay down on her mattress.

“We wait for the effects of the serum to wear off.”

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“We wait for the effects of the serum to wear off”

It had been almost forty-eight hours since Wraith had shot Ororo with the ‘fear’ dart and she was still suffering from the residual effects of the serum. She was allowing the now calmer Wolverine/Logan to come within five feet of her.

What she wasn’t allowing was any kind of touch. She only moved from her corner when he was asleep or that was what she thought.

He was still sleeping lightly and at the slightest movement at her end, he used to snap his working eye slightly and track her movements. The only changes she had made were move herself from the farther corner of the cage to the one nearer the other two cells. Apart from that she only moved for drinking water or using the common toilet. She had donned the grey colored poncho style clothing their captors had provided, her own lying in tattered as a reminder of what she had suffered at his hands. His thoughts were finally reaching human level, his arousal long gone, replaced by the deep sense of sorrow, regret and hate. Sorrow for her condition, regret at what he had done and hate, both towards himself and at the people who had made him do this to her.

He had caught words from the conversations of the other three women, their names still escaping his memory. From that, he was able to ascertain that she had also been pumped with some sort of serum, not one like the one surging through his body, but rather one that worked on her fear receptors and generators and sensitize them, whatever that meant. What he understood was that, she had perceived that she was being raped and abused in the worst possible way and would do it for the rest of his life. What was the worst thing in all of this, apart from what she had gone through, was that he was the one who was the perpetrator in all of this. It was him who had done this to her, and that’s why she shied away from him.

He had turned into the animal he truly was and had harmed one of the few people that mattered to him, the one who mattered to him the most right now. He had sensed it, his currently super-sensitized senses letting him know it weeks before anyone else would know it, even her, even those fuckers with all their fancy machines and tests.

He knew.

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“Ororo,” Jubilee’s whisper roused her from her sleep. She too slept lightly, not able to sleep deeper from fear that she would be harmed again. Having almost recovered from the residual effects of the serum and talked to her teammates, most importantly Stacy, she realized the truth of what had happened to her. That had helped but not completely. She still shirked from him, from any man, but most from him. She recalled every second of what she remembered and thought had happened to her and although she had recovered and he had recovered, she still wasn’t able to let him come near her.

The only time he came near her was when the food trolley came and the packages were tossed in their cage. He was the one who picked them up and brought it to her. However, even then, he took care of not to touch her, leaving the package near her feet, a filled mug of water lying next to him. He had been doing that ever since they first had sex.

It was those times; that reminded her that he was her friend….her best friend and not some animal and rapist like Sabertooth. If only she could convince her subconscious to accept and remember that. However, it was too soon for that.

What she didn’t know was the specific reason for all his care. It was true that she was his teammate, his friend. It was even true that the animal in him had marked her as his mate. The mark still clear on her healing shoulder bite wound. The main reason was that….

….she was pregnant.

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She was pregnant and the child was his. HIS.

Any other time he would have yelled it out from the tallest building or highest mountain he could find. But not now. Now the only two thoughts running through his mind were, to take care of her and the child and more importantly for her and for the rest of them….to get them out of this place and get them to safety.

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“Ororo,” Jubilee called again.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily as she raised her head from the raggedy pillow she had made from torn clothes. He also cocked his ears.

“How are you feeling?” the young woman asked concernedly.
“Better,” she answered as she brushed her now dirty hair away from her face. “Physically,” she specified.
“Is there any pain?” Kitty asked as she came to the cell bars.
“No,” she shook her head, pulling on the bar to help her body into a seated position. “How is everyone else?”

“Stacy is also almost recovered,” Jubilee whispered in a low voice. They still didn’t know whether the camera caught audio or were just video. Therefore, anything important was either signed or if they had to speak it out, it was whispered in the barest of tones.
“We are still acting as if she is still seriously injured and ill,” Kitty added. “That will keep them away,” she pointed to the door, her words and sign referring to the soldiers.
“Good,” Ororo commended their presence of mind. She had been afraid of the affect of all this on their young minds. “How are the both of you?”

“Hmm…ok,” Jubilee shrugged her shoulders, her brave front still up. “Can’t wait to blow this joint though.”
“Me too,” was all Kitty said, not trusting herself to say anything else.
Ororo merely nodded her head and pointed towards the sleeping German mutant. “How is Kurt?”
“He seems ok,” Jubilee answered. “He prays a lot, says it help him remain calm in this time of difficulty. He says god is testing us and we need to keep our efforts going, our spirits up and out belief in him true, especially now.”

Ororo gave a smile rueful smile at the words of her friend. Kurt had always been like this. She remembered the first time she had met him. It had been in the church where Jean and her had found him. Having run away from Stryker and his men, he had taken asylum in the nearly abandoned church. Even then had been just like today, his beliefs as strong as ever. If everything had gone as it had been a few weeks ago, he would have been getting ready to enter priesthood.

But now? What were they going to do?

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Looking at a resting Wolverine, a chill ran down her body. He was resting in a semi-fetal position, his claws extended, ready to face any attack on him. Luckily, there had been no other torture inflicted on him. In fact, no one came to them. Only the soldier who brought them food every twelve hours.

She knew that this wouldn’t last for long. Soon they would come for either Stacy, Kurt or her. Stacy to be taken away for the ‘pleasure’ of the other soldiers, Kurt for testing, Wraith’s words still ringing in her head. He had told Kurt that he was as good as dead. They were going to test him and kill him. She shuddered at the fate waiting for her teammates. Compared to them, she seems almost as she was in paradise. She would be taken away to test for pregnancy. If she was pregnant, maybe they would finally leave her alone, maybe even give her better accommodations.

That particular though both gladdened and saddened her. She was happy that she would be taken away from this place, but at the same time that would mean that she would be taken away from her friends, maybe never getting to see them again.

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Making her mind up, she shifted away from the front of the cage, coming to rest as the opposite edge of her mattress, near the sleeping Wolverine. She wanted to talk to him. She knew that he was able to form words now, the serum having lost most of its potency. She had heard him apologize a few hours ago. She had been asleep, or so he had mistakenly thought.

He had said sorry and that he would never do this to her. It had been the serum that had made him do it. He had also said that, even though it had been the serum, he understood that it had only brought out what was already there inside him….and as soon as they got out from here, he would make every effort to get her and the others to a safe space and once there, he would leave her alone and go away to the farthest place he could find. That would save her and anyone else from getting hurt or killed by his hands or actions.

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“Logan,” she whispered to him, maintaining a respectable three feet distance. “Wolverine…Logan…”
“Uhn…grr…” he moved as her words registered. Turning his head towards the sound, he opened his left eye, his right one still sealed. The eyeball had filled up, indicating that soon it would open with a fully grown and working eye inside it.

“Logan, can you hear me?” she whispered softly.
“Huhn…” the raised head answered her question, his claws retracting with a ‘snikt’. “Yeah,” he grunted in an almost human voice.

“I want to talk to you,” she continued. “Its important.”
“What?” she had his complete attention now.

“I want…..”

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She stopped as the door slid open, their tormentors stepping through, Cornelius, Wraith accompanied by Cornelius’s female assistant and half a dozen soldiers.

“Good,” Cornelius rubbed his hand. “Nice to see that everyone is hear and awake,” he joked.

Coming to stop in between the three cells, he ran his gaze over all the ‘inmates’.

“Its that time again.” He spoke almost gleefully. “Time for one of you to leave your cell…”

“…and come with me on a short trip.”

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