Promises

STORY: PROMISES (3/?)
TITLE: Screaming is NOT the best medicine.
AUTHOR: Alex
EMAIL: alex@graham160.freeserve.co.uk
DISCLAIMERS: Nope not mine, they belong to Fox and Marvel
ARCHIVE RIGHTS: just ask
RATING: R (for now may change later on)
SUMMARY: WARNING Torture and attempted rape scene ahead so if you don’t have strong stomachs DON’T READ! You have been warned. Thanks Karen for a wonderful Beta.

Chapter Three


The soldiers dragged Marie kicking and screaming all the way down the corridor, then turned down another. They ended up in a lab.
Marie was dragged over to a metal table which had stirrups and was hoisted onto it.
They secured her ankles with Velcro straps to the stirrups, anyone who would stand at the base of the table would get a good view of the fact Marie had no underwear on.

Her arms were pulled down and back and secured to the table legs with more Velcro.

Marie at this point didn’t give a shit about the fact she was clad in only an oversized shirt, she was fighting for her right to remain unmolested. She bucked and screamed at the soldiers who were tying her down, all the while they were laughing at her distress.
They then brought large leather straps and buckles up to go over her neck, chest and waist, they were taking no chances. By the time they were done, Marie could barely breathe! The straps were that tight.
The final indignity came when one soldier, a poxed faced little shit with a sneer on his face, cut the shirt from her body, and then proceed to force his hand between her legs whilst he slowly licked up her neck and face.
Marie was furious, if she hadn’t had her collar switched on, she would have punched her fist straight through his obnoxiously smug face and damned be the consequences.
A doctor walked into the room and started yelling at the soldier molesting Marie.
“Hey you little bastard, get your hands off her, right now she is worth more than you. You fucked up pricks can get to play with her after she gives us a kid, ok?” The doctor was an elegant woman in her early thirties with jet black hair pulled severely back off her face in a bun.
She was wearing a Versace skirt and blouse in silk, with her lab coat over the top.
‘Well, at least it’s a female,’ thought Marie, till she got a look at her cold eyes. ‘Damn, there goes me trying for the sympathy vote.’
The woman stopped at the side of Marie and looked at her in disgust.
“God, I can’t believe I have to do this. You know I really didn’t want to have to touch you more than necessary but it looks like I can’t have everything my way,” the woman grouched under her breath, but Marie heard her just the same.
All but two of the guards left, who took posts by the door and smirked at the doctor. They knew what was coming.


Five hours later found Marie still strapped down on the table in the lab. She was battered and bruised, as well as thoroughly degraded.
She had been humiliated beyond belief, they had used a large syringe full of sperm they had gotten from Logan, who they called Wolverine, to try to impregnate her. They knew she was fertile due to blood tests. She had strips of skin removed from her thighs and upper arms, they said they wanted to find out how her skin worked, but were unwilling to turn her collar off just yet, that was for in a few days time, so she had been told. Seven doctors had fussed and poked and prodded her all day long.
Marie was really very tired, fighting them the best she could whilst still being tied down, was exhausting.
Her voice was hoarse from screaming so much. At one point guards had ran past to deal with something going on in the cells on this level. She had a feeling that Logan had kicked up a stink over her treatment.
Finally it looked like the were going to take her back to her cell as more guards came into the lab. Four of them released her restraints and hoisted her up under her arms.
She whimpered, she was in quite a lot of pain from where her skin had been removed. At least they had bandaged her where they had taken samples.
After all, they did need her in relatively decent health to have this baby they were adamant she give them.
They ended up taking her back to Logan’s cell; she was thrown in and collapsed into a heap moaning on the floor.

Logan hadn’t liked the way the guards had treated Marie, she was nice, she hadn’t commented on the fact he was a killer, albeit an unwilling one.
Logan only knew how long he had been in the lab because some of the guards had taken up a game of taunting him with this knowledge, personally, Logan could only remember the last six months.

The rest was gone except for the nightmares.

He had heard Marie’s screams and had thrown himself at the force field quite a few times in rage, his keepers hadn’t been pleased at this and they had taken their cattle prods to him in punishment.
They had even got one of those infernal collars around his neck so he couldn’t heal right.
Mind you he had managed to kill three of the little fuckers before they put his collar on. He was happy with that little endeavor.

Sometime later, Marie was brought back in to his cell. She was a mess, both arms and legs had bandages on and he could smell the blood on her, even without enhanced senses.
Picking her up gently, he carried her over to his pallet, whining at the back of his throat the whole time.
Marie opened her eyes and looked at Logan, he was in a bad way himself, he was covered in cuts and bruises, marring his magnificent chest, and face.
“Aww sugar, they hurt you too, huh?” Marie asked in a whisper.
Logan whined even louder and snuggled into Marie, trying all the while not to hurt her any more than she already was.

Pulling the blanket up over both of them, Logan then wrapped his arms around Marie’s waist and looked her deep in her eyes.
He admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure what it was about this woman that made him want to protect her. She was tough, he knew that because she wasn’t in hysterics over the doctor’s treatment of her, but still he wanted to hide her away from the bastards who ran this bloody hell of a lab.
Marie smiled at Logan wearily, she wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but she did know this, she liked him. After the fiasco of Remy, Marie had honestly thought she would never want a man ‘that’ way again. Remy had hurt her bad, but now, now all she wanted to do was sleep in the arms of this man who was stuck in this awful place. He was like a little lost boy… ‘No Marie, he is defiantly NOT little,’ she thought as she became aware of Logan’s attraction to her growing against her belly.

‘Shit, he is BIG,’ Marie’s eyes widened at this revelation, “Damn, maybe I shoulda let him have me earlier, mighta saved me a whole lotta bother.” Ran through her mind, as Logan began to nuzzle against her face.
Unsure as to what was going to happen, Marie was surprised when Logan kissed her gently, “Sleep, they won’t let up, they will come back for you tomorrow this much I know.”
Sighing, Marie nodded, and gave into the compulsion to sleep.

Logan remained awake most of the night, he watched Marie sleep all the while he stroked her hair.

Next morning found Marie well entangled in Logan’s arms, one of his legs was trapped between hers.
She had awoken slowly; the now unfamiliar feel of another warm body against hers was somehow comforting.
Marie had lain perfectly still and watched Logan sleep, all the lines around his eyes and mouth had relaxed in sleep, reaffirming her conviction that he was like a lost boy.
She could also feel all the hard planes of his body pressed against hers.
He was starting to affect her in a way she wasn’t too happy about feeling, this wasn’t the time or place to form an attraction to him.
But she did admit to herself that he was a very attractive man, there was a raw animalistic quality to him when he was awake that kinda oozed sexuality.
‘Ok, that’s it, I have defiantly lost the plot now,’ Marie thought to herself.

Could she actually be thinking along the lines of starting a sexual relationship with him?

Maybe it was just the setting getting to her? Marie wasn’t sure.
She suddenly became aware of the captain standing outside the cell.
“Oh how sweet, two love birds in a cage. Get up, Rogue; you have ten minutes till lab time,” he snapped sarcastically out at her. Logan had come awake with a snarl and launched himself at the force field, only to be repelled.
“Tisk, tisk, such an animal. Don’t worry though, Wolverine,” he sneered, “we will take good care of the little lady. After all, she will soon be carrying your brat for us.” With these words he left, as Logan roared out his frustration.

Ok, Chapter four coming soon hopefully by middle of next week at the latest.