Note: I had to hurry this chapter as some of readers found the ending of the previous chapter quite disturbing. It wasn't my aim to cause any pain or hurt. It was just something I had to write for the story. Thank you and happy reading!!

** ** indicates telepathic communication.
‘ ’ indicates thought
“ ” indicates spoken words

“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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