Innocent Prisoner

PART THREE

Morning sunlight shone across the huge throne room. The huge picture windows projected a mixture of different colours on to the gray floor. The room was mostly quiet, and the guards had taken their places by the Queen’s chamber. Logan was the first one awake, in the early hours. He looked about and estimated how long it took for the guards to change shifts. Then looked over his companions, sleeping but all the while on guard for anything to happen. He looked at the sleeping Prince. Slumber had hit the boy hard. Logan sensed the light sheen of sweat that covered the boy’s body. Restlessly, Logan fought back the urges to simply forget they were pretending to be “normal people” and break out of the tiny room and correct the Queen’s thinking. He sat, hunched in the corner, near the gate. Watching, everything.

The Queen had opened her door and walked towards them. She wore a deep red stain dress the hugged her body from her thin shoulder’s, to her tiny waist and fell past the floor, dragging two feet behind her. Her sleeves puffed out from her arms like small delicate clouds of transparent white. Her shoes made a soft clicking noise as she took slow, languid steps. When she had reached Rheyne’s door, she spoke, “Wake up my pet, I have good news.” She waited, impatiently and tapped her foot. He didn’t stir. Kicking the door with shoe, she said it again, louder. “I said WAKE UP!” That managed to get a rise out of him. So much so, her eyes lit up in half laughter, half cruelty as she watched him jump to his knees and tap his forehead on the gate.

By now, the whole crew was awake and eyeing the evil woman.

“I have something to tell you, pet. Thanks to your generous contributions, I am with your child, at last.” Her giggle seemed to roll like distant thunder and fill the entire throne room. “Oh, don’t take it so hard, love. We can still play. If you prefer, we can invite one of your new friends to join in the fun. You choose, pet. Man or woman, to fill your appetite? No? Perhaps, later, then.” She reached down and held his chin so he would look at her. “In three days, your kingdom will be mine.”

“No way, lady. I ain’t no one’s sex toy!” Wolverine hissed as she started to walk away from the cages.

“We’ll see.” She laughed out loud and walked to lounge on the plush throne chair. She toyed with her long blonde hair. Twirling it in her thin fingers. She listened to the babbling of the Priest, that rattled something about the Prince and the baby, and the future they should live.

“I’ve just about had enough of this wicked bitch!” Wolverine clenched his fists and released his six razor sharp claws. He growled in disgust, before looking over at Jean, who was trying to sooth his temper.

“Soon, Logan. I am sending a message to Professor. I hope they can get here in time to help. I get a feeling that she isn’t all as bad as she seems. With the Professor’s help and Cerebro, we just might be able to show her how bad she is destroying their kingdom.” Jean said as she pushed on her temples with her fingers, and concentrating harder than before.

“Careful, chere. You give yo’self a headache one o’dese days.” Gambit stood, shuffling his cards and stretching slightly. He stared at Rheyne, who was curled up on the floor on his side. His arm, a pillow for his head. So, he had a power that was equal to or more contained than Remy's? He was much smaller than Remy, in size, but in strength… well, that was left to be seen. “Tell me, mon ami, what you wan’ with a dame like dat? You can’t go out on de town and get yo’self a good-looking petite to treat you right? You come let Remy show you. I take you to Baton Rouge, a night on de town, an’ de cherie’s dey eat you up, non?” Gambit walked up to the bars separating them, and knelt down to Rheyne’s level.

Rheyne sighed and blinked slowly. He sat up and watched the Queen, sitting on her thrown and toying with a lock of her hair. His eyes dimmed and fell to the floor with shame. "I am a disgrace to my people. My wife has never loved me, nor my people. If I am not worth the Queen's love and respect, I am not worthy of my people's. I have no choice but to give up my throne and hope my heir has the chance of my forgiveness."

That afternoon, they were brought into a huge arena and forced to sit and watch as other slaves, the more disobedient ones, were trialed and executed. Means of execution, for this kingdom, had always been death by hungry alligators. The slaves, that looked like skeletons with skin, were pushed into the arena. A bare place with dusty floors and round walls. A small room about 30 feet wide in diameter. Walls were at a height about the equivalent to a one story building. The only doors were those to let the slaves in and the alligators out.

“This was my father’s favourite place. They feed the alligators once a week with worn out slaves. This won’t be my fate, I pray.” Rheyne whispered Logan, keeping his eyes focused on the hungry gators as they dined on pleading and screaming men. He stared intently as blood splattered on the cement walls and bones snapped inbetween sharp teeth. screams and pleading seemed to last only a short while, giving way to hissing and snapping from the gators who wanted more. The sliding door lifted and the gators hurriedly slithered out.

The Queen sat in her plush perch and smiled down on the bloody mess. She enjoyed every minute of the game. She nearly wanted to toss them another snack but, she decided four was enough to frighten the onlookers. Her gaze lifted to her bound husband, she smiled at his chains and rubbed her satin covered stomach.The queen sat across from them. Her eyes wandered over all of them. And when the gators were released into the room, she was delighted to see the fear on Rheyne’s face. She was focused on him, while he was staring, horror-struck, at what was happening in the pit. Watching his fears play across his face excited her and she began to imagine his power and strength when he was afraid. Her eyes traveled over his body before moving on to the brawny man beside him, Logan. Licking her lips and smiling to herself, she took in every inch of Logan. Even as Logan stared back at her, she didn’t break her gaze on him. She lounged in her plush velvet chair, and toyed with a missed piece of blonde hair. The rest of her long golden mane had been pulled back and placed in a curled pony-tail. Her blue satin, sleeveless dress hugged her slim torso before spilling down her legs in a lazy fashion.

The guard to her right stepped forward and knelt beside her. He whispered something in her ear that Logan had barely heard with his heightened senses. The queen whispered something back and waved the guard away.

Logan stared at her for a moment, and then turned his attention to Rogue, who had buried her face into Gambit’s jacket. “This charade is getting a bit old. Gumbo, what d’ya say we check out of this place?”

“Ready when you are, mon ami.” Remy charged a 2 of Spades card, but kept it concealed so that the Queen didn’t notice it.

Rheyne’s eyes glanced over at Remy and Logan, only to grow wide as Remy charged the card. He gasped, and Gambit tossed the card, letting it explode with a muted poof. “How did you do that?

On the way back to their cells, Rheyne had stopped and bent down on his knees, wrapping his arms about his waist as if he had been punched in the gut. His slim body rocked and he had begun moaning in pain to make the guards stop and take notice. When one had gotten close enough, he reached up and threw his wrist shackles around the guard’s neck and yanked. His voice growled to the other guard to step aside and let him pass, if he wanted his buddy to remain alive. Backing to an open doorway, he called to the others to follow him. As he stepped over the threshold, a hard object struck him in between the shoulder blades and rendered him unconscious.

When he came to, he was in the middle of the throne room. He had been strung up in between two large poles. His arms had been pulled out so he stood in a “X” shape. His legs were chained to the bottom of the poles so that he couldn’t kick. His brown shirt had been removed, so that he was only wearing a tattered piece of cloth to cover himself.

A voice had spoken to him from behind. It was her. Her sarcastic tone told him that he would have a worse punishment than the alligators. He could only stand there and wish he would only be conscious for part of it. “Tisk tisk, pet. I’m starting to think you don’t like your own hospitality. Perhaps, I have been too lenient on you. I might need to show you and your new friends I mean business.” She came around to stand in front of him. His head was bowed, so she grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her. She had released his hair and had begun running her hands down his chest and grabbing his manhood, gruffly. She licked his neck underneath of his left ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I want you to set an example for your new friends, pet. I know they have freakish powers like yours. I want you to scream for me. Show them how we do things around here. Be a good boy, and get yourself hard. We might play a bit after this is done.” She whispered in his ear and then looked towards the guard, who was standing over to Rheyne’s right.

The guard walked over, slowly, and smirked. He pulled out what resembled a nightstick, and whacked Rheyne across the back with it. Waiting for Rheyne to hiss and wince in pain, he smiled again and walked around to the back of him. Pushing himself up against Rheyne’s quivering body, he whispered in his ear, “You think hitting me was fun, huh, boy? Wait till I get to fuck you with this stick. And if you’re nice to me, I might even let you suck me dry.” The guard bucked his hips against Rheyne’s ass. His hard erection was waiting for him.

Rheyne swallowed hard, he began to pant and gasp, hoping it was unnoticed by the guard and Queen. His eyes locked on the throne room chair in front of him. The way she was draped across both arms and letting her elbow hold her hand up to rest her head on, she was quite bored with the plain sight in front of her. His eyes looked pleadingly at her. He fought back his pleas to spare him from this torture and humiliation session. But, he knew that she wouldn’t let him get out of it that easy. Instead, he breathed in and held it for a moment, waiting.

Another voice came from behind him. Not words, and not a guard. The voice had started to laugh, low at first, then letting the wave of his voice fill the large room with his laughter. Without a word, he stopped his cold laugh abruptly and slapped a wet, leather bullwhip across Rheyne’s back.

Rheyne tensed. His hands balling into fists and his teeth crushed against themselves. The pain in the Queen’s chambers was nothing compared to this. His nails dug deeper and deeper into his palms with every lashing. Harder and harder the hits came. Tasting his own blood on his lips, he let his body shiver as the blood and sweat dripped onto the stone floor beneath him. After the 10th lashing, the guard stepped forward and called for the Queen’s attention. “My lady, I wish to please you with a fantasy you might enjoy.” The guard bowed, moved next to Rheyne and slid his hand over the slick, tight stomach.

“Nooo.”

“What was that, slave?” The guard leaned in to hear better.

Rheyne's hoarse voice repeated the word after a moment. “No. Please”

“But, my scrawny little bitch, I’ve always wanted that hot ass of yours. And, with the Queen’s permission, I shall have you as my trophy.” The guard reached under the cloth and began stroking Rheyne. He was semi-hard already, but the guard wanted more to show for his ideas. Rough hands pulled and squeezed the soft member. When it finally was erect and hard enough, the guard removed the cloth from Rheyne’s waist and continued stroking him, for mere pleasure of himself and the Queen, who was now watching intently at the scene before her.

"STOP THIS!" Jean shouted from their cell. Her telepathic powers managed to raise the guard up and away from the Prince. "This is not necessary. Please, don't do this to him. Please your majesty, he is your husband. He wants nothing more than to love you and be by your side. Do not punish him this way."

"How dare you tell me what to do in my kingdom!" The Queen stood up in anger and shouted to her outspoken prisoner. Her tone changed, as she walked down the few steps and over next to her now visibly shaking husband. "Pet, restrain her." She gave him a soft kiss on his glistening cheek, and said it again. "Do it."

Rheyne was still for a moment, his scrawny body was outlined in bright blue, as he gathered up the remaining stregnth he had and forced Jeans own power back onto herself. A beam of red hit Jean's body and immediately dropped her to the floor in an unconscious heap. His body shuttered and racked as he closed his eyes and pictured Jean's sleeping form. Even for his small structure and weak state, he was more powerful than Gambit, Jean and Xavier put together.

"JEAN!!" Wolverine called. He ran to her side and and then growled in anger at what had happened.

The others watched in horror. Gambit had fixed his attention on Rheyne, in an unbelieving gaze. Rogue held on to Gambit's jacket, she was just as shocked as Remy about this boy's powers and why he hadn't used them to get out of his perdicament

"Good boy, my pet." Illyria looked from him to the rest of the X-Men. In a mocking tone, she asked, "Would anyone else like to taste a sample of his power? No...? In my kingdom, I will do as I please! Those of you behind those cages, know your place!" She drew her attention back to her naked and weak husband. Lightly, she ran her hands up and down his body, her fingers toying with his slowly softening erection. She leaned in next to his ear and whispered to him, "Perhaps, we should play in private, lover. You could invite the brawny one to settle his tensions."

"No." His voice was soft and hoarse. He stared at the stone flooring in front of him. He was too weak to bother to lift his head and protest.

"Yes. I am whet to see the both of you ease your sexual needs. And, he intrigues me. You might like his hunger, pet. He looks strong, and healthy. Or perhaps, the one with the accent? The girl with the white hair... do you think she has white patch that is ready for you, too?" Illyria smiled and laughed.

The guard scoffed unhappily at the scene that was unfolding.

"Relax guard, your time will come. For now, release him from this and move him into my chambers. Have your men bring the one called Logan. We're going to have a friendly meeting." She gave Rheyne's shaft a rough pull and then walked to her chambers.

Continued....