Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 38


Blood ran down Logan’s arms, his wrists mangled flesh from thrashing and trying to throw Mystique off of him. She knelt before him now, sucking him hard, her fingers clamped nails deep into his buttocks.

He’d rather have remained unconscious, rather have endured a thousand years of her pulsing stun gun than to have this woman sucking his cock.
Logan refused to look, eyes squeezed shut, but his body wouldn’t obey him, succumbing to Mystique’s administrations.

A growl ripped from his throat and Mystique pulled back and licked his hard rod, her hot breath further stirring the disgust inside of him for his weakness.

“Aw, Logan,” Mystique said in Rogue’s voice for that was her current embodiment. “Ah just wanna make ya feel good.” She stroked his thigh, hand moving up to squeeze his balls. “Ah just love your gorgeous body.”

It’s Mystique. Mystique. Mystique. Mystique. Not Rogue. Not Rogue. “NOT ROGUE!” he roared and Rogue’s laugh wafted up to him, a tongue tracing a pattern from his balls to the tip of his cock.

She deep throated him once more and Logan came hard, another roar of agonized disgust rolling out of him, becoming a yowl of emotional pain.

Mystique finished the job and crawled up his body, her Rogue lips kissing and licking his skin all the way to his face. Her hand gripped his hair and jerked his head. His eyes opened involuntarily and stared into Rogue’s gaze, but the smile wasn’t Rogue’s.

“Yer not Rogue,” Logan gasped out in a harsh whisper. “Rogue’s...not a slut...like you.”

Mystique leaned back and cocked her head, the triumphant smile still plastered on her face. “Logan,” Mystique/Rogue drawled. “Ya just don’t know how ta play the game.” She stroked a hand down his body and morphed into herself, biting his neck for good measure. “But then that’s why the game is so much fun,” she finished in her most sultry voice.

“Yer...games are sick...Mystique. Yer sick.”

“Believe what you want, Logan,” Mystique replied, finally pushing away from him and strolling to the nearby table to gulp down bottled water. She turned and held out the bottle. “Thirsty?”

Logan’s throat ached from thirst, his mouth tasting metallic with blood. “I want nothin’ from you, bitch. Nothin’ but for you ta die.”

“That’s not likely to happen anytime soon,” she replied with a shrug, placing the bottle back among her various toys. She strolled back towards him, coming to stand with hands on hips. She watched him struggle for a swallow, his breath still thick in his throat. Her scrutiny made Logan’s skin crawl, knowing she was conjuring her next move.

And there were too many ways she could turn that devious mind against him, too many weapons, people he cared about...or despised.

At least Kurt had figured out Mystique’s plan to make Kurt hate him. At least, Logan knew his lover had truly known him well enough to know Logan would never hurt Kurt. He had to hold onto that knowledge and hope that Charles and the rest could find him...or that he’d somehow manage to escape.

Mystique cocked her head to the opposite side and a new smile pulled at her mouth. Nausea rolled through Logan’s stomach and bowels, knowing that look.

Who would she have fuck him this time?

“Don’t you ever run outta juice?” he asked. “You gotta be the worst nymphomaniac on earth.”

Mystique stepped closer and ran the back of her hand over his stubbled cheek. “It’s about so much more than sex, Logan.”

“I know what it’s about, lady,” Logan shot back, jerking away from her touch. “It’s about control. It’s about humiliation.”

Mystique raised an eyebrow. “Your intelligence surprises me more and more, Logan. And to think so many think you a dull stupid man.”

“So what’s next...or should I say who?” Not that Logan really wanted to know, but he wasn’t a patient man, not even when it came to rape. “Sabertooth again?”

“Eager are we?” Mystique replied. “I think you just may be beginning to enjoy yourself, Logan.”

“Not a chance, sister. I just like to know where we’re headin’ this time ‘round.”

“Well then, by all means....” Mystique began to shape change, her full figured body narrowing to a slim hipped man, shoulders broadening. Scarlet eyes flashed, replacing golden glitter. “....let’s get started,” she ended with a Cajun drawl.

Logan stared at Mystique’s perfect facsimile of Gambit. “This don’t seem much like a Gambit move,” Logan said, trying to keep his voice dry and unaffected. “He’s more the ladies’ man. Just my opinion, of course.”

“Maybe Gambit like ta swing both ways, chere,” Mystique/Gambit replied, moving and bending close enough for hot breath to stir Logan’s hair, lips sweeping down his neck. “Maybe this Cajun think Wolverine hot ta the touch.” Fingers stroked down Logan’s back and up again, gripping his hair when he tried to jerk away. “Now this don’t gotta be a bad thing, mon ami. This can be fun for both of us. Ya just gotta give Gambit a chance ta show ya. That all.”

Logan gritted his teeth together and let out a low growl.

Okay, there were worse people Mystique could have come up with to rape him, but Logan figured this time around Mystique was doing this for Mystique, not just to hurt him. Maybe Mystique got off being a man once in a while. Maybe she secretly wanted Gambit and the best she could do was become him.

Who the hell knew with this bitch?

A hand roamed over his body while the other held Logan’s head still. Lips traced up and down his neck and across his shoulder, ranging back up to his lips.

Logan clamped his teeth together and felt Mystique/Gambit smile against his mouth. “That no way to act, chere. Gambit don’t give ‘is attention ta just anybody.”

“Yer not Gambit,” Logan growled through gritted teeth, more for his own benefit than for Mystique’s.

“Aw, there ya go again, chere. Not playin’ the game. Just gives Gambit a reason ta try harder.”

Mystique/Gambit moved around Logan, stroking his hip and thigh, hands squeezing his buttocks. “Nobody gotta body built like yours, Wolverine. Never seen nor felt such hard muscles,” Mystique/Gambit drawled into Logan’s ear. “Yet your skin just as soft as a baby’s bottom.”

“Go ta hell, bitch.”

A chuckle more like Mystique than Gambit filled Logan’s ear and hands moved around him and up his chest, pinching his nipples hard.

“You be such a bad boy, Wolverine, but ya know?” Mystique/Gambit said. “Ah like that in a man. Ah like that bad boy persona. But Ah bet Ah can make ya cum while Ah have my way with ya. Ya wanna lay odds on that, chere?”

Logan let out a frustrated growl, jerking in his restraints and flaying the newly healed skin around his wrists.

Another easy laugh tickled Logan’s ear. “Ah didn’t think ya would.”

Logan didn’t know how long this had been going on, hours certainly. He didn’t know if it was night or day, just that even his reserves of strength were waning some and some of Mystique’s persona choices would make facing many of his students difficult to say the least.

Logan was sure Mystique intended to work her way through the whole Institute before she’d be satisfied with his punishment.

Where would that leave him...if anywhere?

His ass cheeks being spread brought him back to Mystique’s current incarnation, her Gambit touch light and easy, almost gentle compared to the brutally of Sabertooth.

“Now just you relax, Wolverine,” Mystique/Gambit breathed into his ear. “Gambit gonna make ya feel real good.”

The cock slipped inside of him with a firm shove, hands holding his hips still with a steel grip. Logan gave a grunt and his breath heaved out of him with his helpless frustration.

“Now Ah don’t fuck, ya know?” Gambit’s voice whispered like a melody. “Ah make love, mon ami. Ah’m a lover above all else.”

A hand slid down Logan’s chest and stomach, gripping his cock and working him till he was hard again, all the while lips sucked gently behind his ear and along his neck and shoulder.

The cock inside of him moved in and out, stroking Logan’s prostate, purposefully working to give him pleasure when pleasure was the last thing he wanted from Mystique.

She murmured in her Gambit voice endearing words in French, all the while playing his body as if it were an instrument...as if she loved him rather than despised his existence.

Logan’s breath grew thick in his throat and he tried to think of something terrible, tried to remember pain and horror, but all his efforts turned to sand and sifted from his mind. The pleasure of his body overwhelmed all else, so much physical stimulation impossible to ignore.

He came with a roar that sounded like a wounded beast to his ears and Mystique/Gambit pumped into him hard, finishing her own pleasure not long after. She clung to him from behind, stroking his sweat drenched skin.

“Ah, success,” she said in Gambit’s voice. “Gambit knew he could make ya cum. Ya never been made love to like that, now have ya, Wolverine?”

“Kurt’s...better,” Logan replied, knowing he’d only piss Mystique off by doing so.

She stiffened behind him and pulled out. By the time she circled him, she was back in her own form and her face reflected the anger his remark touched off.

She struck him across the face with the back of her hand. “How dare you say such a thing to me? You’ll not speak of my son in that way again.”

Logan spit blood from his busted lip and sneered at her. “I’ll say any goddamned thing I want to you, bitch.”

Mystique’s eye blazed to amber and she struck him again. “Not if I gag you.”

Spitting more blood, Logan said, “yeah, whatever.”

“You are insufferable,” Mystique hissed. “I will destroy that stubbornness of yours. I will break you, Logan.”

“Many have tried, sister. They all crawled away disappointed,” Logan shot back.

Mystique moved with lightning grace, grabbing his hair and forcing his gaze up to hers. “I’m not just anyone. I’m your worst nightmare. I’m everything you dread...everything you fear. I promise you, Logan that you will hang here until I have broken down this facade you’ve built up around your true nature. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied you are nothing but the most base of animal.”

Logan forced a smile, grinning at Mystique with a bravado he wasn’t really feeling just then. “Then ya gotta long way ta go, bitch.”