X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter One)

Story by katt44tng

"You go in through the window and free her, while I create a
diversion." Storm whispered to Wolverine.

"Okay! Be careful! Doesn't smell right." Wolverine replied.

He was through the window before Storm could acknowledge his
concerns. The hooded figure in the middle of the room struggled against
her bonds. Her clothing piled in a corner, she was stretched taunt in a
standing spread-eagle. Her only covering, being the hood, was of no
value in protecting her from unwanted intentions. Hanging by her
outstretched arms by ropes, from eyebolts in the ceiling, left her
legs in a near full split 3-feet off the floor. Try as he might
Wolverine's vision was drawn to her perfectly shaped breasts and
natural red bush.

"Control yourself, Logan.... Damn!!!!!" He thought to himself.

"You're safe! I'm gonna remove this hood. Relax..." Wolverine
calmly said, sliding the hood up.

He froze, stunned as he stare into a pair of luscious green eyes.
Her ruby lips sealed around the 3-inch diameter black ballgag filling
her mouth.

"J..Je..Jean?" He stammered. "How?"

"mmmppphhhhhhmmppphhhh! His ears heard, but in his mind she clearly
said.

"Never mind how...Just trust me...I want, no, I need you...To
take me...To fulfill my deepest desires. Please, Logan we don't have
much time. Fuck me, now! Now, please!"

Wolverine's heart leapt at what Jean was asking him to do. His
one true desire was to be able to give her the love he hid away. Now,
here she was wanting, begging him to give it to her. Confusion clouded
his mind, but looking deeply into her eyes he saw her need, her desire,
and her love filling them. He wasn't sure if it was the right time, but
he knew what she wanted, as did he.
Nodding his head, he lowered the black spandex briefs holding his
monstrous erection.

"MMMMAAAAPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!" Jean loudly moaned, as his penis split
her vaginal lips.

She pulled on the ropes holding her. He grabbed her
asscheeks, squeezing them firmly as he entered her. Watching her head
rock backward, her eyes beaming with joy he pumped in and out of her
rhythmically. She joined him, thrusting her hips in time to his
quickening pace.

"MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She moaned again, spurning him on
faster.

He felt she was getting close, as was he, to an explosive climax.
Animal passion controlling, driving them both on. He was about to
scream out in ecstasy, when a deep laugh filled the room.

"BWAHBWAHBWAHBWAH!!!!!!!" Sabastian Shaw laughed.

Entering the room he tossed an unconscious ball-tied, blindfolded
and gagged Storm onto the floor behind Wolverine.

"So you want my little bundled wench all for yourself, Hero?" He
snarled. "She's mine. I caught her. I bound her. I readied her...
And by God..I'll take her!!!!!"

'SSSSSSKKKKKKKKKIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!'

The claws slid out from Wolverine's forearms as he leaped toward
the large man. Fury took control over him. Clothing, flesh and
blood spewed from Shaw as he succumbed to Wolverine's assault.
Panting a bloody Wolverine turned slicing through Storm's bonds,
releasing her. He glanced toward the stretched bound form of Jean Grey.

"What....the...hell!!!!!!" He exclaimed.

It wasn't Jean Grey bound in the middle of the room. It was
Maria Stephonos, the 22 year old daughter of Doctor Stephonos, the
inventor of the Genosha collars used to control mutants. Her
tear-filled eyes fearfully staring back at him. Her body. accusing him
of horrible acts, trembled as he neared.

"So now the Hero has become....the rapist....HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" Shaw
gloated.

'SSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!" Wolverine cried out, diving at
Shaw. Sinking his left claw deep into man's midsection and ripping
upward through his chest.

White fluffy feathers fell like snow all around him. His chest
heaving, Logan sat up in bed. His two pillows lay shredded on the bed,
while the feathers formerly filling them floated silently around him.

"DAMN....Just another damn dream!!!" He murmured. "Havin'em more
and more."

He looked down. There was no really no need to, but he did anyway.
Sticking straight out, 12 inches long and 3 inches in diameter, was
his rock hard erection. The last time he had been this worked up had
been over 2 years ago. Seemed he kept a permanent hard-on. Storm,
Psylocke, and Rogue prancing around the lower levels of the mansion
in their to tight, skimpy, see all costumes. Professor Xavier taught
him some mental tricks and controls. But, the only thing that helped
him find relief was a trip to 'MADAME POMPADOU'S PALACE OF PLEASURES'.
He paid for a week. On the fifth day Madame Pompadou, herself, told
him he had to leave.

A smirk broke through his tense lips. Recalling her panting moans,
then her apologetic tone telling him why he had to leave.

"You've worn out the entire staff, not just the 25 entertainment
girls, but also, 12 maids, 3 cooks, and yours truly. None of us have
the energy or desire to take care of any other patrons." She said,
leading him to the door. But then, as he turned toward his motorcycle
she grinned and continued. "Oh, Logan! Make sure you DO come back to
see me.....but, give me at least 6 months to rest up."

"But, the dreams are back," Logan sighed. "And of course..Jean's
always in'em.... But, then she'll change into one of the others...or
someone else I know....or just like this one...someone we rescued."

He thought about last weeks rescue of Maria Stephonos from Shaw and
the HELLFIRE CLUB. The grateful look on her face after he removed
that hood and gag. Even her father, not a huge fan of mutants, was
very appreciative. Made a large donation to the Xavier Institute, even
thought the ransom, a case of 10 mutant control collars,
had been sent before he and Storm had returned her safely home.

"Still wanna know why Shaw asked for them?" Logan thought, his hard
penis growing limp.

Retracting his claws, he smiled. The Professor's teachings was
working. Much as he hated to, he would have to pass on a return visit
to MADAME P'S.

He sniffed the air. The hair on the back of his neck curled.

His claws burst out again as he immediately jumped from the
bed to the window. He stopped, a magnetic barrier held him motionless.
All he could do was staring out of the window into the night.
The hairs on the back of his neck curled. Knowing he was out there,
Wolverine strained his eyes looking for:

"MAGNETO!!!!!!!" He cursed. "You bastard!!!!"

Unmistakable in his red costume and helmet, his royal purple cape
waving in the air. Magneto hovered just off the ground in a clearing
30 yards on the other side of the solid security fence. He
seemed to be waiting for something or someone. Wolverine attempted to
free himself from the barrier to no avail. Movement near Magneto drew
his attention. As the form of
a shapely redheaded woman stepped into view, Magneto turned to face
her. He held another helmet out for her to take.

"NO!!!!!" Screamed Logan. "JEAN!!!!! What the hell are you doing?"

He couldn't move. Using all the strength he could summon, he
could not break free. Helplessly, he watched
Jean lift the helmet over her head. Just as she lowered it, with a
wave of his hand, Magneto commanded a 2-inch wide metal band wrap
itself around her mouth. Jean, startled by this, stopped her attempt
to lift the helmet. Thus, giving Magneto the opportunity to force it
down over her head and lock it on with a glowing collar.

"NO!!! NO!!!!!!" Logan cried out, recognizing it as one of the
Genosha collars.

Steel cables suddenly snaked around Jean. Forcing her arms to her
sides. Another wrapped around her ankles, knees and thighs. Pulling her
legs together as it tightened. Logan could only painfully stare
as the cable around her chest shifted pulling Jean's arms together
behind her back forcing her wrists, forearms, and elbows together. Jean
had to roll her shoulders thrusting out her chest to ease the pain. The
cables around her ankles and wrists inched toward each other forcing
her to fall to her knees.
The cables did not connected until her wrists touched the heels of her
boots, leaving her in a kneeling hog-tie. Magneto lustfully stared at
her fully formed chest. Reaching, he ripped away the red and blue
uniform uncovering her firm breasts. Massaging them with both hands,
he twisted her engorged nipples between his fingers.

"You are my prisoner now, to do with as I please. And, I do have
some pleasures in mind for you, my dear....hahaha." He laughed.

Moving behind her he cupped her breasts with his hands as they
rose into the night air, lightning from a nearby storm
illuminated Jean's plight for anyone to see. Logan could only watch,
pain ripping at his heart. He cursed and swore an oath that he would
find and free her. Then, make Magneto horribly suffer at his hands.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
Chapter Two

The magnetic barrier dissipated, freeing a furious Wolverine. He
quickly tossed on the yellow and black spandex costume as he ran
to the garage. Leaping aboard his modified Harley1500, he roared
out of the gate after his bound teammate. He set the whisper mode
control, then pushed the red turbo button. The motorcycle zoomed
down the roadway at 200mph.
The approaching storm's lightning
continued to show Magneto's position. Paying no attention, he soared
pass a black cadillac limousine. The occupant in the back grinned as
she watched the yellow and black blur fade away before them.

"Follow him!" She ordered the driver. "And, Jonathan, I don't want
him to see us."

"Yes, Milady, as you wish." The driver answered.

Magneto hovered above Deerkeep Park, before disappearing. Nearly
75 miles from the Xavier School, Wolverine came here many
times to get away from 'things'. From the dense woods that surrounded
the circle shaped clearing, he would watch the deer as they calmly
grazed. It helped him to relax. He knew the area well. Leaving his
motorcycle near the parking area out of sight, he made his
way into the woods.

"Somethin's different," he thought to himself.

Instead of the clearing. there was a dark metal dome filling most
of the 150-foot wide opening. Hiding in the thick brush, he caught a
glimpse of Magneto standing next to a large cylinder on
the roof of a 20-foot square shaped structure on top of the dome.

Quietly he made his way around the base of the dome,
discovering an open door on the northern side. A flash
of lightning gave him enough light to make sure it was free of traps.

"The storm's gettin' close," he thought, looking up into the sky.

Pausing after he carefully enter the open door, he sniffed the
air and grinned.

"Jean's here!" He sighed. "ETERNITY....The perfume I gave her for
her birthday."

The lightning flashed again giving him ample light to
see the interior of the dome. Other than the support column in
the middle of the dome and the figure kneeling near the far wall, the
dome was empty of rooms or barriers. The black flooring turned a soft
yellow about 10-feet from the column. This change in color circled
the column, but changed back to black over the rest of the floor.

Wolverine moved quietly to the right, staying as close to the wall.
As he inched his way around, another flash allowed him a better
view of the figure.
It was Jean.
Her legs were spread wide with the
bottoms of her boots firmly against the wall. A small metal clamp over
the top of her boots held them there. But, from below her knees to the
just above her ankles the floor formed a hump over them.
Her upper
back, shoulders, and back of her head were also held against the wall,
by inch metal bands. These bands ran over and under her glistening
sweat covered breasts and across helmet at her forehead. He could not
make out were the bands connected to the wall.
One last band was not
part of the metal wall but looked to thick padded leather. It circled
the lower part of the helmet running between her wide open lips. The
padding filled her mouth muffling her loud moans and whimpers.
Her arms were pulled away from her sides forming a T. He could see
her hands. They seemed to be unattached to her. He quickly realized
that from her wrists to upper arms the wall covered them as the floor
did her legs. Logan's eyes adjusted enough for him to see her fingers
wiggle, then balled into a fist as her moaning increased. The glowing
collar remained around her neck holding the helmet on her while it
prevented her from using her powers. Her moans intensified over the
gag.
Wolverine's attention was drawn to her exposed breasts. They
fought against the bands holding her as her chest heaved with each
panting breath. Another flash filled the dome with light.

"GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" Logan growled, at the sight of the
hydraulic pump between her spread thighs.

Tattered pieces of her uniform lay on the floor. They had been torn
away to give this machine free access to her. He could see the bottom
of a white plastic shaft connected to the top of the inner cylinder of
the pump moving up and down. The cylinder glistened from her juices
that flowed down the 12-inch shaft inside of her. Her moaning increased
as she writhed in her bonds, unable to prevent the huge orgasm.

Logan's fury peaked, but a noise from the doorway stopped
him from running to her. He turned expecting to see Magneto, but
instead a female form wrapped in a black leather cape stepped into the
dome.
Holding his breath, Wolverine silently listened to the clicking
of heels on the metal floor. The female shook her head from side to
side, tossing back the cape. Long black hair swirled around her head.
Black leather opera gloves covered the arms holding the cape open.

Logan stared at the sultry form, watching Jean twitch from the
post orgasmic jolts tormenting her. Satisfaction washed across the
woman's face. She seem to enjoy watching Jean Grey be raped
repeatedly by this machine. The shaft continued its up and down
nonstop assault.
Jean's body betrayed her, responding to the rhythmic pumping motion.
The woman drank in the sounds of renewed moans, another orgasm
beginning to build in the bound woman.

The woman stepped closer to get a better view. Wolverine saw the
black over the knee boots as their heels clicked with each step.

"So you enjoy being fucked with a piece of plastic..My soon to be
plaything... Well, I suppose, I can get one to match.... To keep you
happy...hahaha..." She laughed, speaking louder to make sure Jean could
hear her through the helmet and above her increasing moans. "Maybe, I
should come even closer...Get a better view.... Your breasts look so
lovely. You know...I think you should really consider a costume
change.... Just boots and gloves...heehee..That would be perfect
for you."

Jean shifted, pulling uselessly against her metal entrapment. All
she did was manage to somehow lowered her hips enough for the white
shaft to completely disappear inside of her.

"MMMMMMMAAAAAHHHHHMMPPPAAAAHHHHHHHMMPPPHHH!!" Jean panted, loudly enough for the woman and Logan to hear her clearly.

"Oh, my, yes!!!!" The woman giggled. "I can't wait to make you all
mine... Oh, how I'll enjoy putting you through my paces.... Trust me,
before this night is over.... YOU WILL BE MINE!!!!!"

She leaned as if to continue her path toward Jean, but, suddenly
turned toward Wolverine and smiled. Her deep blue eyes drawing him to
her. He couldn't help but notice the black leather bustier lifting,
shaping her very large seductive breasts. Nor could he overlook the
tiny leather bikini brief barely covering her.

"YOU!!!!" She shouted, her lips curling into an evil smirk.

"Lady Selene!" Wolverine mumbled, recognizing the Black Queen of the
Hellfire Club.

Quickly he pulled up all the facts he knew about this evil mutant.
She wasn't as powerful a telepath as Professor Xavier, but had no
qualms about using her abilities to control or enslave another's mind.
She could manipulate inanimate objects with a thought and a wave of a
hand.
He knew her hatred of Jean stemmed from the time when the Dark Phoenix
took control of Jean. Sebastian Shaw made Jean the Black Queen using
her dark side to fight against the X-Men. Forced to wait until the Dark
Phoenix was removed from Jean, Selene's need for power drove her to
force Shaw to eventually crown her as the Black Queen. But, ever since
Jean's return she has been afraid that the Dark Phoenix may also return
to vanquish her.

"So you're teammin' up with Magneto?" Wolverine stated more than
asked.

He knew this wasn't a good thing. She was evil. Not only that, she
enjoyed being evil, reveled in being so actually. He had to strike and
strike quickly, before she attacked. So he attempted to keep her
thoughts occupied elsewhere long enough for him to act.

It did not work.

"AAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Wolverine screamed, a sharp burning
sensation assaulting his mind.

It was to late! He had to fight her, somehow. He had trained with
the Professor, trying to block him from reading his mind. He had to
focus now. For both his and Jean's lives depended on it.

"You will obey me, my slave." Lady Selene hissed. "I order you to
fall to your knees and worship me!"

"NO!!!!!!!!" Wolverine spat out, his body trembling as he fought
her control.

She stepped closer. Another flash of lightning and an incredibly
loud clap of thunder startled her for the briefest of moments.

That was all he needed.

'SSSSSSKKKKKKRRRRIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!'

Wolverine's claws sprang out and he instinctively lunged toward her.

Unprepared for this unfortunate turn of events, Lady Selene stumbled
backward several steps. Her last 2 steps landed her onto the yellow
flooring. Neither, she nor the attacking Wolverine noticed this, but,
on the roof, a red light flashed on the wristband Magneto wore.

Smiling, he motioned with his hand. A switch on the generator
flipped to 'on'. He grabbed onto of the metal column he stood next to,
feeding magnetic life to it.

Lady Selene felt a tremendous force pulling her backward. Her back
crashed into the magnetized column with a loud thud. Her legs and arms
spread out pinned to the metal. She tried desperately to free herself.
Then, her eyes widen in fear as she screamed in horror.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

The last thing she saw was Wolverine's out of control body flying
speedily toward her.

"OOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!" She gasped. Her breathe forced from
her by his impact.

'CCCCLLLLUUUUNNNNKKKK!!!!!!!'

He was pulled fiercely against her. Their heads colliding with a
resounding sound, knocking the woman out cold.

Lady Selene, unconscious, lay held to the column with Logan's
body pulled tightly against her. They appeared to be one large mass,
with their two heads merging together cheek to cheek.

A green light flashed on Magneto's wristband. He motioned another
switch to the on position. The yellow color of the floor intensified.
Beams sprang from the edge of the yellow floor to the ceiling, forming
a wall, locking in the magnetic force. A blue light flashed and Magneto
touched it.

'CCCLLLIIICCCKKK.....SSSWWWOOOSSSHHH'

Logan heard the click and scrape of metal, then footsteps coming
from Jean's direction. He struggled to see if it was Magneto coming to
gloat. It was not. He tried to speak but the magnetic force refused to
allow his mouth movement. Holding the glowing collar in her hand, Jean
Grey lifted the helmet from her head.

"Two for the price of one," she smiled, victoriously.

'CRACKLE...SNAP...BOOM.....BOOM'

For a brief instant the room became brilliantly illuminated. Two
large lightning bolts exploded into the already magnetized column. A
surge of electrical power caused the generator, controlling the
magnetic wall to explode violently. The lightning bolts sucked
the majority of Magneto's power from him, increasing the magnetic flow
through the glowing column. The explosion from the generator added to
the incredible magnetic output from the column caused an electro-
magnetic pulse.
The blast instantly knocked Magneto unconscious sending
him spinning uncontrollably high into the air. Hitting his protective
bubble, the pulse thrust him higher and farther away. Fortunately, for
him, his protective magnetic bubble remained intact as he fell through
the trees and onto the ground over a 1000 miles away. He lay
unconscious in a small crater near a coal mine in the West Virginia
Mountains.

Back in the dome the magnetic force prior to the pulse burned
through Lady Selene and Wolverine. Even unconscious, Lady Selene's
body joined Logan's in an ungodly cry of pain, before the explosion
sent their body's hurdling through the dome room into a wall. Jean
Grey was thrown back into the wall with such a force that she
bounded back 20-feet toward the middle of the room. She lay collapsed
in a heap on the floor. Logan and Lady Selene lay 15-feet away
from her on the floor in their own separate piles. Debris of twisted
pieces of metal lay scattered around the three unmoving human bundles.

Light flooded the room, as the storm continued to flash long large
bolts of lightning. Beams from the flashes entered through the 20-foot
wide hole in the top of the dome were the generator, top of the column,
and roof had been.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter 3)

She lifted her hand shielding her eyes from the brightness
burning into them.

"AAAAARRRGGGGG!!!!!" She loudly screamed, as the pain shot through
her arm and shoulder.

Her body ached everywhere. Moving was pure torture. She did not
want to open her eyes, but, had little choice if she wanted to know
the damage done to her.

The back of the black glove, sunlight shimmering around it, was
blurry to her at first. Her vision cleared. Three metal eyelet's on the
back of her hand, just behind her knuckles came into focus.

"What the bloody hell????" She mumbled, puzzled.

She sat up.

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" She screamed again. Pain hurdling down her back,
hips, and legs.

Her face grimaced. She closed her eyes. The pain eased, then left
quickly.

"Strange," she thought.

Opening her eyes again, she stared at her legs. They were shorter,
but very muscular. Yellow spandex tights, black stripes running
across the outside edges every few inches, covered them. Black leather
ankle high combat boots were on her feet.

Panic flooded her mind.

'SSSKKKIIITTT!!!'

"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!" She screamed again. A tremendous pain
burning into the backs of her hands.

Three foot and a half long razor sharp claws sprang from the painful
areas of her hands. The claws on her raised right hand nearly slashed
her face. While the ones on her left were less than an inch from
puncturing her left thigh.

"Oh, my!" She exclaimed.

She waved, then flexed both hands before her. They felt light.
Even with the claws extended, they were very maneuverable. Peering
down at the rest of her body she let out a loud moan.

"OH, GOD....NO!!!!" She cried.

Blankly, she gawked at yellow and black spandex covering her body.
Then, slowly, her eyes moved to the leather cape-covered pile a few
feet from her. Trembling, she lifted the cape. Her heart sank. There,
unmoving, her body lay crumbled into a heap. Studying her former body,
she noticed it breathing slowly.

"Still alive, at least....I wonder....hmmmmm." She thought. "Could
that ugly little mutant be in her beautiful body?"

She began to inspect it for wounds. Rolling it onto its
back, she was met with the sight of two perfectly shaped breasts. The
leather bustier, torn away from them during the explosion, lay
underneath the pile.

"What!!!!!" She gulped.

A slight pain and movement from inside the black briefs she wore
grabbed her attention. She reached down. Her eyes widened in amazement.
She felt her cock harden. She was getting an erection from seeing
her own nude breasts.

"Unbelievable," she said, stupefied.

An animalistic urge to fuck her unconscious body crossed her mind.

"No!!!!" She declared aloud, covering the body with the cape again.

Turning, she saw the other human pile. Carefully making her way,
avoiding the protruding pieces of tangled metal, she stood over Jean
Grey's body.

Face down, with one knee tucked under her, she lay. Her right arm
bent around, so her right hand rested against the top of her head.
Red hair hid her face as it lay sensually over her shoulder
and back. The sexual urge returned to her mind. She pushed the idea
aside for the second time. Deciding instead to use one of the claws
to gently brushed the hair from Jean's face.

"WHAT!!!!" Selene said in surprise.

The face was blue. Kneeling, Selene saw that every exposed
area of skin was also blue. Pushing the unconscious woman over onto her
back, she gasped again. Blue breasts with darker blue areolas and
nipples loomed up at her. Scanning down, red pubic hair with traces
of blue peeking through met her gaze. The dark blue labia of the vulva
drew Selene's attention. She reach down, folded them back and
fingered the dark blue clitoris with a stubby finger. It seemed to
glow against the pink background.

Again, an uncomfortable feeling arose in her briefs. She looked back
toward the face, her eyes widening in anger.

"MYSTIQUE," she growled in a deep male voice.

The angered expression slowly turned into an evil sneer.
Walking back over to her former body, she retrieved the leather cape.
Slicing it into strips an inch wide with her new claws, she began
to bind the two unconscious women.

Somehow, she sensed that Wolverine, in her old body, would remain
unconscious for much longer period of time. So, she bound Mystique
first. Using one of the nearly six feet long leather pieces, she
circled
her wrists together five times before cinching it tightly. Pulling the
remaining leather up to just above the elbows, tying then cinching them
in the same fashion. After, tightly tying two straps around her chest
and arms above and below her breasts, she wrapped the excess leather
around
both straps between the breasts tightly pulling them nearly together
before tying it. This forced Mystique's blue breasts to balloon
over the binding. Unable to resist, Selene licked then sucked both
dark blue nipples until the bulge in her briefs became unbearable.
Getting control of her desires, Selene bound Mystique's legs. She
looped them together at the ankles, above and below the knees, and
thighs. Cinching them tightly with the ends of each strap. She grinned,
feeling assured escape was impossible.

She picked up the collar. Sliding it around Mystique's sensual neck,
it began glowing again once she locked it.

"Now, a gag to make sure you keep silent." She whispered into
Mystique's deaf ear.

A painful expression crossed Wolverine's face at the sound of the
bustier ripping in two.

"My favorite one," Selene sighed.

Forcefully, she filled Mystique's mouth with one of the halves of
the bustier. Placing the middle of one of the strips of leather over
the wadded bustier between Mystique's teeth, she pulled the ends
tightly around knotting. Wrapping it back around, she knotted it again
this time between Mystique's lips. She repeated this using the entire
leather strip. Mystique's mouth looked distorted. Lips spread wide,
cheeks bulging out over the leather.

"One more over the eyes, I think," Said a delighted Wolverine.
Knotting a wider piece of leather behind Mystique's head, blindfolding
her.

"Lastly, let's tie your ankles to your wrists, love" Selene said.

Taking a final strip of leather, slicing it in two, she pulled
Mystique's feet up to her hands. After tying the ankle and wrist
cinches together, she stood grinning very satisfied with herself.

She bound her former body in the same manor as she had bound
Mystique. Only, she had to pause more often due to the continual
discomfort inside of her briefs. Several times it crossed her mind to
attempt to relieve it by fucking herself. But, she persuaded herself
not to by continually telling herself, there would be plenty of time
in the near future for that.

Just as she stood having finished binding her former ankles and
wrists together, a noise from inside the door grabbed her attention.

A man dressed in a black chauffeur's uniform was rushing toward her
at full speed. He held a small baseball bat in his right hand. She
had just enough time to turn and face him, before he dove at her.
Instinctively her new body crouched, caught, and tossed her attacker
into the wall 30 feet away.

"OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!" The attacker gasped, landing hard on his
back.

Selene stood silent, amazed at her new body's ability. The strength
and power she felt was overwhelming. She used very little effort, if
any at all, hurling that man across the room. That was sheer physical
power.

"OH MY, WHAT A RUSH!!!" She bellowed.

The attacker was on his feet again, charging at her. Timing her
punch, she hit him solid in the middle of his chest. He flew into the
air landing hard on the floor, 10 feet away.

She was enjoying this, but time was against her. The two bound
bundles may awaken at anytime. She turned toward him, prepared to end
this skirmish.

He sprang to his feet, stretching to his full 6-foot-7 height.
He gulped
filling his lungs with air, expanding his massive chest. Making his
280-pound frame look much larger, he prepared to attack again.

"JONATHAN!!!!!!" Selene yelled.

A blank expression zoomed over his face, as if his mind suddenly
had been ripped away. He fell to his knees, his strength
and will zapped from him.

"JONATHAN!!!!" Selene said, just as firm, but not as loud. "My
precious one!"

"Mi...Mi...Mi..lady?????" He mumbled, bewildered.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
Chapter Four

Blue knees and thighs bound with black leather straps came into
focus. He was walking through the woods. Ahead of him, carrying a
bound raven haired woman, walked a large man wearing a black
chauffeur's uniform.
Logan tried, but, could not make his body stop. They stepped
into an opening were a black limousine waited for them. The man turned,
pointed to the rear of the limo with his free arm. Logan's head shook
in agreement, on its own.

"Jonathan," a deep male voice spoke to the chauffeur. "I think
it best, we stay in the country. There will be few, if any, visitors
there. We will have plenty of privacy and time to sort this thing out."

"Yes, Mi..la..dy?" Jonathan stuttered. He closed the limo's trunk,
locking the two bound women in. He was still very confused. The
familiar twinge his mind felt, whenever Lady Selene mentally spoke to
him, still tingled from earlier. He knew it was her speaking from the
short, hairy, yellow and black spandex clad hero, but, he had a strong
urge to attack the man.

The country estate was a part of the inheritance she received a
few years earlier, along with three homes in her native England and a
luxurious downtown penthouse apartment
in Manhattan. During the two-hour drive to get to the country, she
explained to Jonathan what she assumed happened in the dome.

"Due to the link I had just established with his mind, when the
power surge exploded, he and I exchanged bodies." The deep voice
in the back seat said. "That is the only possible explanation I can
fathom."

Jonathan looked in the rearview mirror. He was going to have
trouble getting used to his lifelong Mistress' new image.

Four hours later, Logan watched the blue skinned beauty struggle
with the leather cuffs securing her to the three by five foot block.
Made from a large block of mahogany, it sat in the middle of a hidden
room. Different size eyelet's were attached in various places on all
sides and the top.
The top edge bit into her abdominal muscles. She pulled back.
The cuffs holding her wrists to opposite sides limited her movement.
She gave another firm tug with her arms, then her legs. With her
ankles cuffed on the outside of the block, keeping her balance was not
easy.

"MMMMDAMPPPPMITHHHH!!!" She said, hitting her knee on the block's
side edge.

Her blue breasts swayed seductively. He could see a reflection of
them on the recently polished top. So could she. Infuriating her more,
she could also see his triumphant grin reflecting up at her as he
watched.

"MMMYOUMMFUCPPPPKINGHHHHHBASMMMMTAPPPPRDHHHH!!!!!!" She screamed,
still wearing the mouthfilling leather bustier gag.

"Pardon moi," Logan heard himself, laughingly say. "I didn't quite
understand.... You want me to what?.... Fuck you... hmmmmmm, I think
that is....uh..... inevitable!" The scruffy bearded face grinned.

"MMMMMNNNOOOPPPPHHH!!!!" She muffled, shaking her head. Her eyes
widened in disbelief.

"He wouldn't dare!....He couldn't dare.... After all, he was a
member of the X-Men, the GOOD GUYS." She thought. "They don't do such
things... Do they?"

"Another dream!" Logan sighed to himself. He felt distant from the
action he viewed, as if he were floating in a thick warm ooze.

Even though it had been his voice commanding Jonathan how to bind
the woman, it did not feel like he was saying it. He saw
his hands remove his gloves and drop them onto the top of the block.
He felt himself walk around the block, using his middle and pointer
fingers to mockingly walk along the top of the block menacingly
toward her chest.
He felt himself lean his head next to the woman's ear and whisper into
it. He took a deep breath with his nostrils, drawing in her aroma.
He could smell her arousal and feel his own growing.

It was like he was watching a movie and being in it at the same
time. As if he were seeing through the eyes and hearing through the
ears of a stranger.

"You are a slut....And you enjoy....being a slut, don't you?" He
heard himself ask her.

Her yellow eyes burned with anger. He could not stop himself from
laughing louder.

"What am I doing?" Logan asked himself, as his hand reach
between the top edge of the block and the woman's stomach.

He massaged the red hair-covered mound above her slit with his
right hand. His left softly reached around caressing her left breast.

"STOP!!!!!" Logan screamed to himself, but he continued fondling
the now moaning woman.

He could hear her moans grow louder. Then, a sudden large gasp
exploded from her gag.

"MMMMAAAAAAAAPPPPPHHHHHMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Logan felt two of his fingers slip quickly and efficiently
between her vaginal lips. He expertly rolled her engorged nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. She shuddered. Her chest glistened
as she began to perspire. Sweat flowed down her blue skin. She panted,
her nostrils flared, passion's release approached with each
stroke of his finger.

Logan saw a painful plea in her yellow eyes when he suddenly
stopped, stepping around to face her.

"MMMMMNNNNNOOOOPPPHHHHH!!!!!" She begged, whimpering a muffled
protest.

"I'm going to remove the gag," Logan heard himself say. "You will
answer my questions truthfully, if you wish me to continue. Should you
decide to not answer or lie......Well let's just say....YOU WILL
REGRET THAT CHOICE!"

He tapped the top of the block with a finger.

"This is an authentic branding block," He paused, letting the idea
of a branding block seep into her mind. "It was actually used more than
200 years ago. That's why there are so many eyelet's screwed into it.
A person could be secured in any position, on top or to any side, for
a brand to be burned in any desired area."

He moved closer to her face. Logan could not believe what he was
saying.

"I hope I don't have to find the perfect place to burn one into
your pretty body." He smirked. Holding her head up by the chin, he
placed a kiss on her cheek above the leather gag strap. "But, then
you could morph into someone and hide it easily...So how would I know
for sure if it was or wasn't you.....hmmmm..... Something better....
More noticable..That you couldn't hide easily...would be preferable."

"Yesssss!!!!" He evilly grinned, dragging the 's' out. "That would
be ideal."

He retrieved two, three-inch diameter Adamantium circlets from the
nearby wall cabinet. Laying them purposely on the mahogany top in
direct view of her terror-filled eyes.

'SSSSKKKKIIIITTTTT'

One claw sprang from the back of his hand. Logan felt his face
twist into a grimace, from the familiar pain. Waving it before her,
he smiled.

"I could pierce your nipples for you....Lock these rings in them.
You couldn't remove them or change their looks.....Yes, that would be
perfect." Logan read extreme fear in the yellow eyes, for the first
time. "So, shall I can cut the gag loose...pierce a pretty blue nipple
... or ...." He smiled wider. "Slice your lovely throat."

Then, his face taking on a very serious expression. "Remember," he
growled softly. "That, I can do at any time, UNDERSTAND!!"

Tears flowed from the yellow eyes. Logan watched her head nod up
and down.

"mmmmmmyppppehhhhsmmmmm," she mmmpphhed.

With a quick slash, he cut the leather holding the bustier in her
mouth. It stuck to the roof of her dry mouth and had to be
pried out. Logan watched Mystique gulp down the water offered to her.

"First question," He heard himself say. "Why did Magneto go to
such lengths to trap me?"

A puzzled expression crossed Mystique's face.

"You?" She asked. "He wasn't after you!"

"WHAT!!!!!" His voice screamed at her.

Panic leapt onto her face.

"IT WAS SELENE, WE WERE AFTER!" She blurted out, afraid he would
not believe her.

"BUT, I'....." Logan only heard the rest of the statement in
his mind. "But, I'm Selene!"

"I..uh..I thought you were after me." His deep voice murmured.
Then, raising it louder he asked. "Why, Selene?"

"Magneto needed me to replace her. So he had to kidnap her, somehow.
I had all ready replaced several female guards and labworkers, after
we removed them, to get information about the mutant control collars.
He knew we needed at least one of them, for Selene, more would be much
better. So, kidnapping Stephanos' daughter was the easiest way. Then,
putting the blame for all of the kidnappings on Shaw was easy to do and
useful."

"Where are the other collars?" He interrupted.

"Uh....Ummmmm.... At my apartment in ParkView Place." She blurted
out after he threatened her nipple with his claw.

"Very good!" He smiled. "Please, continue."

"We needed her to think she could exploit his being accused of the
kidnappings to gain more power in the HellFire Club. I've been morphing
into his image, and allowing myself, as him, to be seen by the women
as I bound them. Magneto felt it would ruin his credibility as leader
to most of its members." She looked up at his beastly face for
a hint of belief.

"For what reason?" He asked, his expression unchanged.

"So I, as Selene, could persuade the other members to follow
me in an alliance with Magneto......against the X-Men." She trembled.
"With them...you out of the way....Magneto would be assured a quick
and complete victory over the non-mutant humans."

"Why, Jean Grey?" He asked, his expression still unchanged. "And why
such an elaborate ploy?"

"We knew Mystique hated Jean Grey. So we could use her as a lure. He
hinted that if she gave him information on Shaw, he would give Jean
Grey to her as payment. We also hoped that she would be so intent on
Jean, that she wouldn't notice the trap." She paused for a moment.
"Thus, the use of the fuck machine." She paused again. "Surprisingly, I
uh...enjoy it...uh....more than I had expected." Her blue face blushed
a tad, before she continued. "We needed to take and replace her in a
way that no one would be suspicious. So, Magneto made
another helmet like the one he wears, that doesn't allow telepathic
thoughts into his mind, so Selene couldn't read who I really was. We
had to take her, replace her, and imprison her all at the same time
and same place."

"Selene was to be kept, where?" He asked, his intensity increasing.

"The central core of the dome....was to remain magnetized. She
wouldn't be able to leave or send her telepathic thoughts through it.
The magnetic flow would disrupt her ability to manipulate organic
matter. The whole dome was to be moved before morning to Magneto's
fortress on Genosha." She lowered her head.

"What was to be done with Selene after?" His voice rising.

"A choice for her to make..... Join us... Or perish...." Mystique's
voice showed no sign of regret.

"WHAT!!!!!" Logan heard his voice rage. "You'd kill her, just for
not joining your ranks! Whether or not she fought against you!"

"To Magneto, you are with us, or you are the enemy!" She bluntly
exclaimed.

"AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" Logan's voice screamed, rage
and anger filling his face.

'SSSSKKKKKIIIIITTTTTT'

A claw burst out from the back of his right hand. The left hand
immediately grabbed her right breast, pinching the nipple between
his thumb and finger.

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Screamed Mystique, pulling fiercely
on her binds.

"NNNOOOOO!!!!!" Logan screamed, as black darkness was all he could
see.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Five)

"Don't panic!" Logan told himself.

The darkness felt tightly wrapped around his chest. He turned his
head from side to side, hoping to get sight of what happened to
Mystique. Sight of anything, would make him feel better.
His jaw ached, as did most of his body. Despite the pain, he
attempted to sit. He could not. He lay on his back atop something soft
and smooth. It felt cool and sensual to his skin. A calm breeze blew
gently over his body.

He was naked!

His head, slightly elevated, rested on something soft. It molded
itself around the back of his head. He could move his hips. But, his
arms and legs were pulled taunt, outward. Instinctively, he extended
his claws. The pain, he normally felt, did not occur. Something was
either blocking them from extracting, or, he shuddered at the thought,
they were not there.

A feeling of extreme vulnerability washed over him.

"mmmmmppphhhhhhh!"

He was gagged!

Movement on whatever he was bound on, grabbed his attention. He
turned his head toward it. He felt someone lift his head as they
stroked the side of his face. Fingers slid from his cheek to the back
of his head.

"mmmmmmmpppphhhhh!" He squinted, the light stinging his previously
blindfolded eyes.

Slowly, they adjusted to the light. He stared upward into the deep
blue eyes of Lady Selene. Her mouth contorted with black straps of
leather wrapped and repeatedly knotted over the packing filling it. Her
arms stretched out toward the two upper bedposts with white cotton rope
looped around each from mid-forearm to wrist. Square knots, on each
side of her wrist, held the loops tight. The four loose ends were
tightly pulled and looped around a bedpost.

His eyes looked at her ankles.
Each tied, in a similar way, to the lower bedposts. His gaze was draw
to six strands of white cotton rope running from the bed to her chest.
He stared at her breasts, they looked deformed. No, they looked
inflated. Pressure and pain from his own chest made him close his eyes.

"Oh, God!" He moaned, opening his eyes as he lifted his head from
the red satin covered pillow.

Two large mounds rose into the air, thin cords of twine tightly
wrapped around the base of each 12 times. The nipples engorged to
capacity stood over an inch long on the mounds. His eyes bounced back
and forth from his bound tits, to the image in the mirror on the
ceiling.

A hand entered the mirror walking on its fingers toward the chest
of the bound woman. She twisted, helplessly, trying to evade their
touch. They stepped easily from the red satin covering the bed to her
smooth soft white skin. They straddled her left nipple victorious, as
if just reaching the summit of Mount Everest.

"MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Logan screamed. Pulling fiercely on
the ropes holding him. Pain seared through his left breast.

The fingers on the hand readied themselves to firmly flick his
left nipple again.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!" Lady Selene's gagged face in the
mirror twisted in pain, as the finger smashed once more into her
very sensitive nipple.

Twice more she and Logan let out muffled screams, another
hand began to torment their other breasts in the same fashion.

He was not used to tears welling up in his eyes from pain, he had
trained his mind and body to ignore it.
Logan's tear blurred eyes noticed the man's face hovering
over his sore breasts, then moved closer to his face.

"I've waited years to get a chance like this. You may not be Milady
inside...." He hissed, his face inches from Logan's. "But, her outside
will do nicely for what I have planned......hahaha."

Jonathan laughed louder, before rolling a nipple between his thick
lips.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Logan moaned, closing his eyes.

He softly sucked the left nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue
teasing the tip. He shifted his position. Sucking in Logan's right
nipple, teasing it, as he gingerly circled the wet tip of the left one
with his fingertip.

Logan moaned again, surprised.

Opening his eyes, Logan saw the man's back, as he knelt on the edge
of the bed, his face over Lady Selene's left breast.

"NOOOO!!!!!" Logan's mind said.

He watched in the mirror, the man's left hand creep down over
Selene's stomach toward the neatly trimmed diamond shaped patch of
black pubic hair. Logan tried to move his hips away from the hand, but
it drew closer. Feelings and desires he never before experienced or
wanted, raced through him. The hand brushed over the diamond shape,
cupping her wet pussy in his palm. His thick long middle finger bent,
splitting the protective lips.

It began sliding in.

Another soft muffled female moan filled the air, as he finger fuck
her. He expertly stroked her wet cunt, softly running the six inch
finger against her clitoris. As the fingertip reached her clit, he
stopped the extraction and began circling it.

"MMMMAAAAAFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHPPPPPPP," he groaned.

Sparks of electricity caused his body to spasm. He was
on fire! No, it was not pain he felt, but, euphoria. Overwhelming
joy filled every part of his being. He did not feel the strain
of his arms and legs on the ropes holding him. He did not hear his
heavy moans. The pain on his tightly bound breasts turned to pleasure.
He did not want this to end.

The sound of a door opening, footsteps on the floor, and the
movement of the bed, dragged Logan out of nirvana. He felt his chest
heave as he panted. He could not seem to get enough air in one breath
through his nose. Drops of sweat tickled him as they rolled down his
sides. His breasts tingled, a relaxing calm washing over him.

"Strange, isn't it?" A deep gravely voice said. "Being on the
other side.... As if having a wonderful orgasm for the first time,
again.."

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!" Logan's mind screamed out, as he lay there
looking up into the face of a nude grinning Wolverine.

Logan watched Wolverine saunter over to the bed. Their eyes met.
Wolverine slowly ran his hand along Logan's bound left leg. Reaching
the hip, he traced an unseen panty line back down to the 'Y'.

"You're dripping wet," he grinned. "Jonathan knows, all to well,
how to make my body...excuse me...your body, come alive, doesn't he?"

Logan looked at the very familiar erection pointing at him.

"I've just never allowed him to fuck me, with his cock. But, I
think that will change... Once, I've had that pleasure." He grinned
coyly, lifting his hard member.

"MMMDON'TPPPYOUHHHDAREFFF!!!" Screamed Logan through the gag.

"This body of yours.... Can go on forever." He continued ignoring
Logan's protests. "Poor, or should I say lucky, Mystique is passed out
downstairs from sexual exhaustion.... Three hours of constantly getting
fucked, climax on top of climax.... I suppose, can do that....hahaha."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Logan's
outstretched legs. Pressing the head of his rock hard cock to the soft
fleshy folds, he chuckled.

"My body always did, and still does, I imagine, love a good long
hard fuck." He winked down at Logan. "Shall we see....hahaha?"

Logan saw the horror of the moment on Selene's face in the mirror.
He felt the huge cock force its way into his body. He realized, now,
first hand, what all the women at Madame P's went through, so much joy
and pleasure, then torment.
He could not stop his new body's desire for more, nor, could he
stop his old from continuing the assault. After the fifth time its hot
creamy cum exploded into him, he could not take any more. In the
mirror, he watched Selene's body quiver uncontrollably, as a sixth
orgasm drained his body of needed energy. Blackness, once again,
overtook Logan's eyes. Wolverine's seventh spurt of bodily fluids was
followed by deep howls of laughter that slowly faded away into the
darkness.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Six)

Logan was dreaming again. He saw Jonathan waiting at the bottom of
the stairs, nodding his head up and down.

"So it is all set?" Logan heard himself ask.

"Yes, Milady." Jonathan answered. "Tessa will be waiting."

"She will assume it is a trap, of course...She despises me."
Logan's voice said. "But, if there is any possible proof to Sebastian
Shaw's innocence...She has no choice but to check it out... After all,
she is his mistress"

Jonathan watched Wolverine's lips curled into a nasty grin.

"If she asks, tell her I was taken by the Brotherhood of Evil
Mutants. That, you, saw Magneto drug, strip, and wrap me from head to
toe with duct tape. Before, you could get to me, he ordered Sabertooth
to take me to his fortress on Genosha. She'll love the part about them
stripping me. Tell her, you're going to show faith in her word to
aid you in my rescue, by getting the proof she seeks, first."

Jonathan nodded.

"Oh, first, you need to go by Mystique's apartment to get those
collars..We will need them.... She did tell you were they are?"

"With some ..uh.. prodding, she did, Milady." He blushed, grinning.
"And, thank you, Milady.... Those rings you added to her were very
useful.... In many ways." He laughed. "She is not as beautiful as
you..ah...as..ah...you were... But, she was a good fuck."

"You're welcome, Jonathan," Logan heard himself say. "I promise
you will get to fulfill your dream, as well. After, we have Tessa."

Jonathan grinned from ear to ear, as he quickly left the house.
Logan heard the car drive away. He walked pass the bottom of the
stairs. Logan did not notice his hand touch a small brown knot under
the railing, until he heard the click. The wall under the stairs
opened to a five-foot wide stairwell leading down. On the 15th,
and final step, he pushed a lever on the wall, up, closing the secret
door behind him. He stepped into a passage ten feet long, ending at
a heavy metal door. He pushed the door open. Light from the room
flooded the passage, as he entered. Logan, found once again, he
could not control his body's actions.

"Miss me, darling," he laughed.

"mmmmmmppphhhhh," Mystique whimpered. Her eyes swollen from the
many tears.

Still cuffed to the mahogany block, a thick leather plug gag
filled her mouth. Two metal circlets dangled from her blue nipples.

"Ah, Jonathan had a bit of sport with your mouth before gagging
you, I see." His hand wiped a small amount of dried white semen
from Mystique's blue cheek. "I think I may have a go at your mouth to,
but first....hahaha." He laughed.

Stepping behind her and bending her waist over the block, he pushed
his hard cock between her legs. In and out he thrust furiously,
ignoring her muted protest. Three more times he filled her with his
warm cum, before leaping to the top of the block. He sat in front of
her. Lifting the clips Jonathan left attached to two eyelet's, he
pulled her forward against the block's top edge, fastening each to a
nipple ring. She knew pulling against the clips was useless, and hurt
like hell. So, she waited. He removed the gag and lay back. His hard
enormous cock was a few inches from her mouth.
Mystique thought about biting it off for a brief instant. But, knew
having her throat sliced would not help. So, she accepted her fate.

By the fourth helping, she did not think she could swallow any
more of his salty, warm cum. She could not believe how quickly he
recouperated. Most of the men she knew would be exhausted by now.
The position she had been kept in, for nearly two days, put her
back and legs in sheer agony. Mentally, she was frazzled. Anything he
asked or wanted her to do, she would answer or do it. Her vision,
blurred from the tears, was not sure what he was putting into her mouth.
So, she was more grateful, than upset, when she realized it was the
leather plug-gag.

"Hush!" Logan heard himself whispered in her ear. "We've got
companyyyyy."

"Through the door at the end of the passage, Milady," Jonathan's
voice echoed.

"You enter, first," a sultry feminine voice said, coldly.

Jonathan opened the door and entered. Holding it open with his
right hand, while, he secretly slipped his left hand into the
pocket of his coat.

Mystique blinked over her gag. She had only seen Tessa a few times,
but, she knew her immediately. The jet black hair looked like a crown
as it curled softly framing her face, before being pulled back into a
large bun on top of her head. A corset-styled bodybriefer hugged her,
from the high French cut legs to her full figured bosom. Silk stockings
adorned her shapely legs, held securely in place by the leather
garterbelt around her hips. She stood on ankle strap sandals with
five-inch stiletto heels. A leather cape, similar to the one Selene
wore, swirled elegantly around her. Her icy blue eyes glared at
Mystique.
Anyone, who had any dealings with the Hellfire Club, knew about the
animosity between Selene and Tessa. Disgust, loathing, and hatred were
mild terms for the bloodletting they would prefer.

"What is she doing here?" Mystique wondered.

"As you can see, the proof I told you about." Jonathan said in
reproach. "They had her assume Shaw's appearance to force him to leave
the country. Also, used her to trick, Milady Selene into a trap. You
were to be the next target."

"But, why?" Tessa asked, stepping fully into the room.

Jonathan allowed the door to close as he moved behind her.

"FOR ME TO TAKE CONTROL!!!!" A deep voice shouted, from behind
Mystique and the block.

Emerging from her hiding place, Selene in Wolverine's body, leaped
over the block at Tessa, brandishing his claws.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!" Tessa screamed, frightened.

"I'll protect you," Jonathan cried out.

He grabbed Tessa by the right arm, spinning her away from
Wolverine's attack. His right arm move quickly across her chest,
gripping her left arm like a vice. Before she could react, his left
hand clamped over her nose and mouth, holding the chloroform soaked
white handkerchief. He had put it in a ziplock bag in his coat pocket
earlier.

"NNNNNOOOOOooooooommmmmmppphhhhhhh!!!!!" Tessa protested.

Her eyes glazed over. Her arms, struggling to free herself from
Jonathan's hold, fell limply to her sides. Her legs, kicking wildly
at his, buckled beneath her.

"You are mine, now," Logan heard his deep voice say, as his claws
retracted. Yet, in his mind, he heard Selene's voice say the same
thing at the same time.

Logan tried to stop his body from strpping the clothing from the
defenseless woman. He was powerless to aid her. He watched as Jonathan
helped cuff her to the end of the block. A control collar
glowed after he locked around her neck. Mystique stared at the
unconscious woman, then looked at Wolverine.

"What is he doing?" She asked herself.

Tessa awoke to hands fondling her chest and fingering her pussy.

"What!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! STOPPP!!! PLEASEEEE DON'TTT!!!" Tessa begged.

Selene, controlling Wolverine's body, paid no attention to her
pleas. She slid the hard cock
into her. The more she begged him to stop, the harder and faster she
had him thrust.

"Forgive me, my dear, but, I couldn't wait for you to wake the
first time." Logan heard Selene's voice laugh in his mind. But, it was
his voice he heard speak aloud. "However, you are now. And, be assured,
you WILL be awake for the ones following...haha."

As he rammed his cock deep into her, he questioned her about
Sebastian Shaw and the HELLFIRE CLUB.

Not letting her rest, he continued his rampage on her body. Climax
followed climax. He was relentless. She nearly passed out from the
pain the first time he forced his huge cock into her ass.

Mystique felt a slight sense of sympathy for the woman. But, was
more relieved that he found another to assault.

"WHERE IS SHAW?" he screamed into her ear, entering her the seventh
time. "WHEN IS THE HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING TO DECIDE ON HIM?"

"I DON'T KNOW!.... I DON'T KNOW!" She screamed, her pussy on fire.
"OH, GOD! STOP...IT HURTS....STOP...PLEASE STOP!"

"YOU LIE!!!!!" He bellowed, pulling her head back by her hair.

The elegant crown-shaped hairdo was gone. Her jet black hair, wet
from sweat, draped limply over her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy from
crying.

He lifted her left breast. She took a deep fear induced breath,
as one of his claws sprang, from the back of his hand, toward it.

"Maybe you'd prefer a set of nipple rings, like hers?" He growled,
pointing to Mystique's chest.

"no," she whispered. She stared at the rings dangling from the
other woman's blue nipples.

"Last chance, tell me where Shaw is and when the meeting is or..."
He said, stoically into her ear. He let the claw barely prick her
nipple.

"SEBASTIAN IS IN ENGLAND...He's in London." She cried, tears
trickling down her face.

"And," he whispered.

"The Club is meeting on the seventh," she cried, uncontrollably.

"Excellent," he grinned.

He let go of her, pulling his still erect penis from her. She
collapsed onto the top of the block.

He climbed onto the block, sitting before her face. The tip of his
erection touching her lips.

He waved the Adamantium claw before her eyes.

"Just so you KNOW who is your MASTER, now!" He said.

Reluctantly, she lifted her head and took his throbbing cock in
her mouth. She had no more strength or desire to resist, she knew he
would win. She was his to command.

Logan's eyes opened in a start, as he woke from his dream. The
bed rocked. He looked down. Jonathan, his long hard cock visible
beneath him, was crawling toward him from the foot of the bed.

"MMMMMMNNNNNPPPPOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!" Logan screamed.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Seven)

"There," Wolverine grinned, removing the hypodermic from Logan's
arm. "Sorry, I had to resort to this, but, you gave me no choice. You
have put up a defensive shield around your mind. It isn't
much, but, due to my need to control the rage, aggression, and sexual
urges in this body, my psy-bite is weakened. I can't go deep enough
into your mind to draw out the information I want. This drug should
relax those defenses, giving me free access."

Logan, through Selene's face, gave him the "awwwww to bad.....go
to hell" look of anger. The gag prevented him giving his exact
feelings on the matter.

"The sodium pentothal will take effect in a few minutes," Jonathan
said. "Do you think it wise to go to the X-MEN's headquarters, alone?"

"Wise? I'm not sure. But, it is unavoidable." Wolverine said.
"Sooner or later I have to. With the HELLFIRE CLUB meeting in three
days, I need to display my strength and power. Can you think of a
better way than to present them with a gift of several defeated X-MEN?"

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. He worried, that, the natural
aggressiveness of his Mistress' new body added to her own desire for
power had clouded her judgment.

"Remove the gag," Wolverine ordered. "His mind told me about most
of the mansion's defense systems, floor plans, and his comrades'
strengths. But, I need to know about their weaknesses and Xavier's
computer, Cerebro. It flashed across his mind, giving him comfort.
I must know what it is and can do. I overheard Shaw and Tessa
discussing rumors of it a few times, but, when I questioned her about
it, she had no useful information."

Logan flexed his jaw. For the majority of his four days there, he
had been gagged, other than, the times he was given food and water.
Well, there were the times it was removed, for Selene to used him
to orally service her new appendage. Jonathan, also, enjoyed forcing
Selene's mouth to satisfy him.

His body felt like small needles were pricking it all over. A bell
began ringing in his ears. His tongue and lips felt dry. His mind
wandered, he could not focus it. A bright light flooded his eyes.

"She's ready," Jonathan said. He turned off the small flashlight,
after checking Logan's eyes.

With total concentration on his face, Wolverine lifted Logan's
head in his bare hands.

"AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" A woman's high pitch voiced filled the
room.

Logan's mind seared with pain. Then, he stood, motionless, in a
bright spotlight. His yellow and black costume hugging him tightly.

"KNEEL!" A female voice commanded.

He dropped to his knees, immediately, obeying her voice.

His blank, empty eyes stared forward, not seeing the form moving
toward him.

"BOW TO YOUR MISTRESS, SLAVE!" The voice commanded.

His forehead rested on the top of her booted toes and remained
there.

Selene knelt, lifted his face to hers and smiled.

"Very, good," She said. "I want your comrades' deepest fears."

She gazed intently into his face, then, grinned triumphantly.

"So, Rogue's greatest fear is human touch...Afraid, she may over
respond to it." She smiled. "And, Storm is a severe claustrophobic.
Interesting...yes. Psylocke is afraid she'll kill with her psybolts,
so, she will not fight at full potential....Excellent! Beast is
terrified of public humiliation, while, Cyclops fears losing control,
letting his emotions rule his decisions...hmm.. Gambit is afraid of
the others finding out the truth about him.... And, what's this?....
Jean Grey....Ah..Yes... Her fear is YOU! That, you will one day
bring out the deep love, she has for you.. Oh, my!....Professor Xavier
is most worried about being the cause of death to his students...And,
you my new slave.... You are afraid to lose control of your soft side.
To outwardly show the joy, pleasure, and love you feel toward your
fellow comrades....How, pathetic and weak you heroes are."

She moved her face next to his.

"TELL ME OF CEREBRO!" She ordered.

In the back of his mind a quiet voice shouted for him to fight her.
He desperately tried, but, was unable. So, he heard himself betray all
he knew about Cerebro, to her. How, the Professor and his then friend
Magnus, now, known as Magneto, designed, developed, then,
built the massive computer. How, it was capable of increasing a
Telepath's normal power over a thousand times. That the Professor uses
it, now, to find new mutants, contact his friends, and read the
thoughts of those friends and his foes.

"It can also increase his telepathic strength...," Logan tried to
stop his words, but they continued. "....to control the thoughts of
every human and mutant on the planet."

"Amazing!" Selene said, stunned. "Can any, Telepath, do this?"

"Y..y...yes, Mistress," Logan's lips answered, hesitantly.

"Where is it? How can I gain control of it? What defenses are there?
How do I make it work?" She asked, exuberantly.

Unable to resist her, Logan told her of the only door to
Cerebro, located at the end of the ReadyRoom hallway. Of the adamantium
helmet, inside, that controls Cerebro's functions and provides direct
access to the Telepath's mind. The identity system that only opens the
door to specific X-MEN.

"Are you one of them?" She asked, hopefully.

"No," He answered.

"WHO AND HOW ARE THEY ALLOWED ENTRANCE?" She asked, but, this time
in a commanding voice.

"Professor Xavier, Jean, and Storm use a high definition retina
scan. While, Cyclops uses an x-ray hand print." He grinned. "The
Professor added a blood flow monitor, to make sure the scanned item
was still attached to its owner. Due to the time I threatened to
remove Cyclops' hand, when we disagreed over opening the door, while
Jean was in danger in there."

"Excellent," Selene smiled.

Logan's mind felt as if it were on fire, then, darkness.

Logan opened his eyes expecting to see the, all to familiar, image
of Selene in the mirror. Instead, he saw two women, cuffed to opposite
ends of a large wooden block, by their wrists and ankles. They appeared
to be asleep. Gags covered their mouths. Their upper bodies lay
sprawled on top of the block.

After blinking their images into focus, he recognized them from his
dreams.

"So, it wasn't a dream," He said to himself. "I must have been
in Selene's mind the whole time...... I wonder if she knew?"

His arms were shackled above his head and his spread legs cuffed
and chained to the wall. A soft leather covered foam gag, tightly
buckled behind his head, filled his mouth. He looked down.

"Ahhhh," he sighed, at the sight of his tits, unbound.

He could still see a purplish tint to them. Also, just barely
visible were indentations where the rope had been tied for so long. He,
as well as, the other two women were naked.

He recognized the room. It was the room under the stairwell.
But, now it had several items scattered about on the
floor. Whips, paddles, and long leather crops hung from eyelet's on
the block. Generators connected by wires to odd-sized spring clamps and
metal rods. Machines of different shapes lay on the floor. But, one
sat on top of the box it came in. The side of the box read in large
red lettering, "YOU DON'T NEED A MAN, IF YOU USE THE 2003 ELECTRO-
HYDRAULIC PUMP ACTION FUCKING MACHINE". The picture of a very lovely
and large breasted blonde, her hands squeezing her asscheeks, while
wearing a very satisfied expression on her face, straddled the machine.
A flesh colored penis-shaped rod, slid partway into her pink pussy,
connected her to the machine.

"oh, no," Logan moaned.

At that moment Jonathan entered the room. A broad smile covered his
face, upon seeing Logan awake. He strutted over to him,
cupped a hand around each of Logan's breasts and fondled them, roughly.

"mmmmmmm," moaned Logan. One of Jonathan's fingers made its way
into his puss.

"Looks like you're first awake," he said, glancing over his shoulder
at the other two. "You get to be first on your block, to play with
THE FUCKIN' MASTER 2003....And I dare say, by the feel of things, you
are looking forward to it....Yes?......hahaha."

He laughed, carrying the machine over and setting down between
Logan's legs.

"Mistress Selene has gone to fetch some gifts for the HELLFIRE
CLUB meeting in three days. She put me in charge of your well being..
So, I intent to give, you, my undivided attention." He glanced, again,
over his shoulder at the sleeping duo. "Still asleep, imagine that...
Chloroform, has that effect on people.... Means you and I are
virtually all alone for the next three or four hours....BWHABWHABWHA!"

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Eight)

"Who is that?" Asked Ororo Munroe, a k a Storm, CO-leader of the
X-MEN.

She was pointing to one of the small security monitors in front
of her.

"Can ya put'er on the main screen?" Rogue asked, her deep southern
drawl echoing in the room.

Betty Brodderick, a k a Psylocke, stopped at the ReadyRoom door.
She wanted to see who it was, before, starting her perimeter patrol.
Soft blue eyes, the left one framed by an upside down red triangular
tattoo looked toward the front wall. Long jet black hair flowed over
her bare shoulders. Her blue maillot suit was snug, but, stretched
easily, giving her ample movement. A small collar circled her neck
enticingly, yet, held the suit securely over her well endowed chest.
Fingerless elbow length gloves protected her forearms, leaving her
fingers free to hurl psybolts and attack with her martial arts skills.
A blue leather thigh boot defined her muscular left leg, while, on her
right, blue leather inch wide laces crisscrossed from an ankle boot
up to her thigh. Beauty, style, and power, all rolled into one
magnificent package. She patiently waited for the image to appear.

The, six-by-eight-foot, main screen was filled by a black
cadillac limousine stopping short of the front gate. The driver's
window lowered. A black glove emerged and began punching numbers on
the security keypad.

"LOGAN!" all three ladies cried out in unison.

Storm clicked the microphone lever on and welcomed him home.

"LOGAN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE'VE BEEN WORRIED, SICK!"

A scowled from Rogue brought Storm back to her normally calm
relaxed demeanor.

"You need to park that in the garage, then, join us in the
ReadyRoom, please. I'm opening the gate and the main garage door
for you, now." She said, through gritted teeth.

Storm had been very upset ever since Rogue and Gambit found Logan's
motorcycle at DeerKeep Park, three days ago.

"I'll meet him, there," Psylocke said, going through the door. "I'll
just start my patrol from the West side." She laughed, as she called
back to them through the closing door. "I won't forget to warn him,
that, it's Storm's time of the month, either......heehee."

The door closed in time to prevent a small lightning bolt from
following the blue clad woman down the hallway.

"Now, you gotta admit, that wuz cute," Rogue laughed.

"NO,... IT WASN'T!" Storm snapped back at her.

"Yeah, it wuz......Unless...No!....IS IT?" Rogue stammered. She had
avoided the lightning bolt Storm tossed at Psylocke, but, even
though she was invulnerable, she felt pain. Therefore, she had no
desire to risk one aimed at herself. "Ah...uh....Think, I'll...uh..
Go make sure..uh... He come straight here..."

"You don't think he was in New Orleans, do you?" Storm asked in a
near silent whisper.

"Dunno, coulda....," Rogue answered. "He's always been quiet about
that."

She stepped behind Storm, who had sat back down in her chair. Rogue
put her arms around her friend's shoulders. She hugged her carefully,
making sure she did not touch any of Storm's exposed skin. This was not
an easy task. Storm's new costume, though, it made her feel
comfortable while using her powers, was a bit revealing, skimpy to be
exact. The black thigh boots and flowing black cape with yellow trim
were conservative, compared to the rest.
A black leather halter top, attached to the cape, along with
the matching bikini brief, covering her bottom, gave gawkers a good
show. The inch-wide strip of black leather connecting the two over her
bellybutton did not help much. But, the costume did make her long silky
snow white hair gleam in contrast.

Rogue had to admit she was still in awe of this woman. The fact
that once, this woman she was hugging, was worshipped as a Goddess in
her home land, did not surprise her. She looked every bit a Goddess.
But, how easily she made Rogue feel an equal to her. That, she treated
an orphan girl, from southern Mississippi, with the same dignity and
respect she received from her peers. Storm told her once, that
she was as beautiful and deserving of attention as she.

"You betta, now?" Rogue grinned, wiping a tear from her own eye.

"I guess," Storm smiled. "Just with we three being the only ones
here.....I just let my nerves get to me..."

"Ha! Any fool dare to take on the three of us.... Deserves to have
their royal ass kicked....haha." Rogue laughed. "Besides, Logan's back
with us, now.... So, ain't no bad guy stupid 'nuff ta take on 'Three
Women and A Wolverine'......heehee."

Storm rolled her eyes at Rogue, shaking her head. A small chuckle
escaped her lips.

"I'm gonna hustle the man up," Rogue said, at the doorway. "If he
did go to New Orleans...uh...You think we gotta fresh cucumber in the
fridge?...." She winked at Storm.

"Oh God, girl!.....HAHAHAHA." Storm burst out laughing.

Selene parked the limousine in such a way to give easy access to
the trunk, but an open lane to the garage door. She smiled at the face
in the rearview mirror. Unshaven, grizzled, and time worn it was, but,
a rugged dependable face, one could trust.

"Oh God, No," She said aloud. "I'm getting used to it."

She laughed at that thought, as she opened the door to get out.
Footsteps caught her attention. A woman entered the garage from the
door leading into the mansion, headed her way.

"Psylocke," Selene thought to herself. Quickly, erecting a mind
shield to prevent her thoughts from being heard.

"So good to have you back," Psylocke said, hugging him tightly.
"We've got so many questions, but, you don't look the worse for wear.
Coollll, ride..... Where did you get it?"

"Stole it," Selene said in a deep masculine voice.
"Stole it from the Brotherhood....heehee... They'll never know. Love
the suit..... Don't you look fine. Much better than what I've been
looking at lately."

Selene glanced around, unnoticed by Psylocke. Then, stepped toward
the rear passenger door of the limo.

"I put a bag on the floor board. It has something in it, I think
the Professor should take a look at. You mind grabbing it for me,
I have a few more items to get out of the trunk." He said, opening
the door for the young woman.

"Sure glad to," Psylocke said, stepping in front of him and leaning
into the open door. "Be glad to help you carry it in, too. I really
don't feel like patrolling the grounds right no....."

A flash of movement behind her. She was caught unaware. Unable to
stop Wolverine's right hand from crashing down onto the back of her
head with a loud 'THUD', sending her sprawling, unconscious body head
first into the limo.

Grinning, Selene looked around again. She quickly retrieved the
backpack, Jonathan packed for her, from the trunk.

The black and yellow clad hero pulled one of the control collars
from the bag first. It glowed after he locked it around Psylocke's
throat. He pulled 3 large rolls of black duct tape out of the bag.
Holding her arms palms together behind her, he sealed her arms from
fingertips to elbows. Then, to make sure she could not free them, he
double wrapped them back down to the fingers. Before, binding her arms
to her upper body, he pulled the front sides of her costume into a
bunch. Slipping it into her cleavage, he released it.

"Oh, yes.... Perfect ....Heehee," Selene grinned at the sight of
Psylocke's breasts being lifted and molded by the material into
inviting mounds.

Fighting the urge to play with Psylocke's tits, he inspected the
tape wrapped at the wrists and elbow around her arms and chest.
Satisfied, he crossed her ankles. After, circling her legs with the
duct tape, from the bottoms of her feet to her crotch, he smiled,
patting her firm ass with his open palm.

He reached back into the backpack, pulled out a nerf ball
the size of a large grapefruit. It took a bit of prodding, but, he
finally forced the entire thing into her mouth. Sticking the tape to
her cheek, he pulled it around between her lips over the foam and
around her head. Four times he circled her mouth, before stopping.
Forcing her chin, he closed her lips over the foam and tape. He
circled her head from under her chin over the top of her head four
time, before, sealing her lips under six rounds of more tape.

A folded wash cloth was taped over her eyes, blindfolding the
unconscious woman, before, he placed her in the trunk on her stomach.
After, tying a short piece of white cotton rope to her taped wrists,
he bent her legs to where her heels touched her ass. Then, tied the
rope to her ankles.

"She shouldn't be able to draw anyone's attention, like that,"
Logan heard his voice say.

Anger raged in Logan's mind. He had watched Psylocke's ordeal, and,
being unable to prevent it, guilt cut deep into his soul. Now, he
understood. His subconscious mind subordinate to his conscious mind.
Therefore, when Selene's body was conscious his mind remained. But,
when it slept or was forced into an unconscious state, his mind was
drawn to Selene's. He was there seeing and hearing what her mind did.
He also heard, her thoughts. Selene controlled his former body, but,
he knew what she was doing with it, most of the time.

He was here, now! So, Selene's body must be asleep. He tried to
focus on his last memories.

He saw Jonathan's face, grinning at him, then, speaking.

"Mistress, told you, I know her, body," he snarled. "She was right.
So, very right. I know all her signs and hints. When she's about to
laugh....or cry.... Sneeze, cough, or even....When she going to
climax......hahaha."

"He was right about that one," Logan thought, his last memories
flashing back to him.

Jonathan had set that damn fuck machine to drive her body to the
very brink of orgasm, then, shut down. He laughed, knowing the
frustration that would build in it. Then, he used a ridingcrop on
Logan's tits, knowing exactly when the pain started to become
pleasurable. He stopped again. Frustration increased in Selene's body,
just as he knew it would. Turning to an electric cattle prod, he
continued following the same procedure. The second the pain turned to
pleasure he would stop and switch to a new torment.

The growing frustration in Selene's body was tormenting Logan's
mind.

He was not sure how long this torment lasted, four, maybe five
hours, possibly more.
Mystique and Tessa were awake. Jonathan enjoyed commenting to them
that once he was finished with Selene, their turns would come.
Finally, as Selene's body hung limply from the wall, and Logan
felt his mind about to go insane, Jonathan slid his cock into it.
Rhythmically, thrusting in and out until he knew Selene's body was
about to climax. Then, just as Logan felt the warmth of his cum spray
into him, his pleasure reaching a peak, Jonathan covered
Selene's nose and mouth with a damp cloth.
Logan could not stop from sucking the sickly sweet aroma deep into
his lungs, due to the building orgasm. As he felt the first quivers of
pleasure washed over him, Logan fell into the forced sleep. His mind
awakened to see his friend's capture.

Now, staring down at Psylocke's sexy bound form. He senses Selene's
frustration with HIS body. It wants relief. He watches her use his
hands to massage Psylocke's nude breasts. He is unable to do
anything, but observe.

Hearing a noise from behind, Selene turns her head as she closes
the trunk, locking Psylocke in it.

From the corner of his eye, he sees yellow over
the knee boots standing in the doorway. He continues to turn, his eyes
slowly rising. The yellow boots turn into green spandex covered thighs
and hips. Still rising, the green hips encircled with a brown belt,
the buckle formed a gold metallic 'X'. The tight spandex defining her
athletic figure and shapely bosom. Brown leather gloves, that, cover
her wrists and hands, match the open waist length coat covering the
green spandex body suit. Layered curls of brown hair, with a streak of
white along the front, frame the only visible skin uncovered by
clothing. Her green eyes, filled with curiosity, drank in his every
movement.

"Whayre's Psylocke?" She asks in her natural southern drawl. Her
fists clenched, ready for battle.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Nine)

Logan felt his body turn. He could hear Selene arguing with
herself about attacking Rogue. The woman stood in the doorway,
staring at him, clenching and unclenching her fists.

"Ya gonna answer me? Or do I havta beat it outta ya?" She said.

"Uh...uh..... She said....uh...she had to...uh....go on patrol..."
Selene replied, nervously.

"Oh, okay.... Is all right! ... Storm just asked me to check on her
s'all." She said, stepping from the doorway. "Ya gonna give me a hug?"

She threw her arms open wide walking toward him. Drawing him
close in a tight hug, she sprang back, as if pushed away. Looking down
at his crotch, her eyes widened.

"Ya gotta python in there.... Or are ya just that glad to see
me?" She grinned, not taking her eyes off the enormous erection about
to burst through the spandex.

"Well, I ...uh....uh....Am glad to see you," Selene said in Logan's
voice and winking at her.

"Good, cause by the looks of things.... And, they do look good to
me.... I take it ya didn't go to N'Orlins..." Rogue said, a glimmer of
sadness in her eyes. "Last time I saw you with one like that...was in
the DangerRoom.... When, we collided, remember? ..... Course I don't
think it was quite that large, then though....Heehee."

Selene had no clue what Rogue was talking about, but, Logan did.
Three years ago, just before he left for New Orleans and Madame P's,
he and Rogue were in the DangerRoom, training on a new program the
Professor had installed. His mind was not on training. Rogue was flying
around focused on avoiding the many obstacles. He, on the other hand,
was focused on Rogue's body and trying to hide the erection she gave
him. The way her green spandex hugged each curve and showed
how excited she was getting, her nipples poking out more and more,
with each passing danger.
He did not see the 800-pound sandbag swing toward the platform
he was on. It struck him full on, knocking him off the platform and
onto Rogue. She had flown under the platform to avoid a medicine ball
hurled at her, by a robot.
Their bare cheeks touched during the collision, remaining in
contact on the resulting fall to the floor. Instantly, Logan felt
pain, as part of his being was siphoned into Rogue, by her
uncontrolled ability to absorb the persona and powers of anyone who's
skin comes in contact with hers. So, his ability to quickly regenerate
and his strength became a part of Rogue. Along with a few
of his more colorful attributes, aggression, temper, rage, anger, and,
of course, his sexual urges.
Fortunately, Rogue realized what had happened, tossed him
off her before she absorbed enough to put him in a coma.
After an hour he was well enough to leave for New Orleans.

"Yes, I remember," Selene lied.

"I was reminded about it, in the ReadyRoom earlier," Rogue
smiled at him with some apprehension. "Lookin' at that...Reminds me,
even more..... Did Storm or the Prof' ever tell you what happened....
After, you left?"

Selene shook his head, no. Logan wanted to warn Rogue to hush,
but, could not.

"No.... Tell me.... Please," Selene said in Logan's voice.

She thought it wise to follow the flow of the conversation. Perhaps
another favorable situation would arise, and she would have two lovely
women in the trunk, soon.

Rogue locked her arm into Wolverine's, after, he pulled the
backpack over his shoulder. They walked through the mansion, heading
for the ReadyRoom, and Rogue told him what happened, after he left.

"The anger and irritability began, almost immediately. I threw
Gambit through the wall in the lounge, threatened to castrate Cyclops,
and berated Jean for the way she treated you. Oh, by the way, I know
how you truly feel for her, now. Thought, I should let you know that."
She said, demurely.

She drew a deep breath, stalling for time, as they arrived at the
elevator. She looked at him. Selene made a 'please continue' face, so,
she did.

"That was okay.... Everyone knew your personality was comin' out
is all...But, later....That night.... I woke up butt'ass naked, and...
playin' with myself..." Rogue's cheeks turned crimson. "I was soooo..
soooo very.... Horny. God! I couldn't make myself cum enough.... I
wound up in the kitchen, still naked....Opened the fridge,....got out
the longest, thickest cucumber I could find....And, right there,
with the fridge door open....on the floor..." She looked at him hoping
he would stop her from saying it.

Logan tried to say the words to make her stop, but, Selene could
not wait to hear what was next.

"I...I....I fucked myself with that thing," she blurted out. "Not,
just once....Nooooooo.....Four times....."

She hesitated, looking at his face. Selene somehow, kept
Wolverine's face from breaking into a howling fit of laughter, while,
managing to put a look of deep concern on his face.

"Anyway, I couldn't stop..GOD! All I wanted was sex, sex, sex, and
more sex....." She drew another deep breath.

They were in the elevator, now.

"I looked up after ma' fourth one, with the cucumber, and Storm
is standin' there, in her bra and panties, a shocked look on her face.
Welllll....she looked so fine, and I was soooo horny.....I jumped her,
before, she knew what hit her.... I ripped her bra off had ma finger
stuck in her as deep as it'd go....had ma mouth suckin' on one of
her nipples... and, she let out a scream...Hewwwwweeee, was it loud."
She shook her head, and let out a long sigh. "Professor X flew into
the room in his flyin' wheelchair...I liketa fried him with a lightnin
bolt...I now had both o' y'all's powers....Storm was out, layin on
the floor.....It was a mess..I felt so'shamed."

They stepped out of the elevator on the ReadyRoom level.

"Prof'...hit me with a mental stun, I guess.....Cause, I woke
strapped down tight as can be on ta one'a Jean's medical tables....I
was still horny as hell..So, Jean and Storm, once she got better, took
turns gettin' me off, with a big ol' dildo they got from somewhere...
Four days...Four days, was how long it took em to get me back ta
normal..."

They stopped outside the ReadyRoom door.

"Why, I'm tellin' ya this... Is to let you know..I understand what
you'r goin' through, really." She held him by the shoulders. "I mean
it... You needa talk, I'm here for ya."

Selene nodded his head, but then noticed the metal door at the end
of the hallway. There was a giant 'X' covering it. A plan formed in
her mind. Fortune was smiling her way.

They entered the ReadyRoom. Storm was busy checking the monitors.

"Did you see, Psylocke?" She asked.

"No," Rogue replied.

"She gave me a hug. Told me she was glad to see me back. That,
she'd see me after her patrol. Then, went out." Selene lied.

"Have not seen her on any of the monitors.... And, she is not
responding to my signal." Storm said, with a worried expression.

"She'll be fine. We'll go find her." Selene said.

Wolverine lead Rogue out of the door and into the hallway.

"Look, I know she's all right. But, I have to tell you something,
important. Let's go by my quarters, first. Then, we'll make sure she's
safe." An expression of dread crossed Wolverine's face, as Selene
spoke. "There's something I have to show you. I think you
will be very interested in it, too"

"Okay, but we need to hurry," Rogue replied. "Storm'll be
signallin' us afor long."

They entered Wolverine's quarters. Feathers were scattered on the
floor. He locked the door, then reached into the backpack.
He pulled his hand out, holding a silver collar.

"Is that a..." Rogue asked, staring at the collar.

"Mutant control collar,... Yes!" He finished. "Found it at
that place I followed Magneto to."

"Does it work?" She asked.

"Not sure! But, one way to find out." He glanced at her neck. "You
put it on... And, ....uh...... I ....Well.....I ...uh....Look, between
Psylocke, Storm, and YOU, prancing around in front of me....I have to
get some relief....It's beginning to really hurt... And, you, just
said, you understood. Please, I'm begging you. I was going to give
the collar to Storm, but, if it works....We'll both get some
frustrations out.....what do you say?"

He looked so pitiful. And, she did just offer to be there for him.

"Give it here," she said, taking the collar from his hand.

"Just this once, if it works." She said, hope swelling inside of
her.

"If this works, Gambit and I could...." She thought to herself.

Rogue removed her costume from her neck. Slowly, she raised the
collar. Pulling it around from the front, she connected the ends
together.

'CLICK'

It began to glow.

"Feel any different?" He asked.

"No!" She said, pulling off her gloves.

Taking a deep breath, she carefully touched his cheek, with her
right palm.

Nothing happened.

She, quickly, placed her left palm to his other cheek.

Nothing.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately.

Nothing.

"OH, MY GOD!" She exclaimed, pulling her costume off.

He too, undressed.

He lifted her in his arms. She kicked her legs with glee. She had
not been with a man for 15 years. And, then, she caused him to
go into a coma. She was euphoric. Never, had she felt this happy, this
alive.

"Whoa! Girl." He laughed.

She was stroking his hard cock, aiming it at herself.

"First off, we need to quiet you down. Then, if you don't mind, I
prefer to make sure the ladies don't twist wrong, first time they're
with me. A lesson I learned the painful way." He smiled.

"OKAY...OKAY...WHATEVER YOU WANT!" She blurted out, excitedly.

He carefully tied her wrists to the outer posts of the headboard,
with the white cotton rope from his pack. Her chest heaved, as her
anticipation grew. She had been bound before, but not for this reason.
He tied a length of rope around each of her knees, laying the ends
over the sides of the bed, before, he separately tucked, then, tied an
ankle underneath each thigh. Taking the rope tied to her left knee, he
pulled it tight to the bottom bedpost. Picking up the right knee rope,
he grinned.

"This will hold you in position for me,"

Pulling it around the outside of the other bedpost, he tied it
securely. With her feet under her thighs, her knees spread, Rogue
watched her pussy lift into the air. She was open to his touch, to
his pleasure.
Rogue winced at the stress on her body, but, her excitement rushed
forward. She was getting so wet. She could feel it ooze. He pulled a
large roll of red duck tape, from the pack, wadded both her leather
gloves into a ball, then, glared at her.

"Open wide for daddy," he grinned.

"Oh, no. mmmmya mmmain't mmmmstickin mmmmthem mmmmthings mmin ma
mmmmmo.. OOOOOWWWWWWWWWMMMMMMM." She mumbled, holding her lips
tightly closed together.

A quick sharp twist of a nipple changed that. She screamed out in
pain with a look of surprise on her face.

He quickly stuffed the leather gloves into her mouth. Pushing them
firmly with his finger, until the entire wad was behind her teeth.
Using the red duct tape, he sealed the wadding into her mouth in the
same manner as he had gagged Psylocke. But, he did not blindfold her.
He let a finger slide into her wet pussy. Her moans were
unbelievable. She panted and bucked her hips. Her tits bounced around
with her every movement. He wanted to take her.

"You are nothing, but a common slut," he said, moving between her
bound knees. His rock hard cock inches from her. "All you want is a
cock, and you'll be happy. So, enjoy."

He thrust his massive organ into her.

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHMMMMMMPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!" She moaned, her
blood racing.

He pumped like a wild man, then, pulled out. Holding his cock up
for her to see. He shot his hot cum over her stomach and chest.

"Oh, no, baby..... You're not gonna get yours for a while." He
laughed. "I'm gonna auction you off to the highest bidder. I know
way to many members of the HELLFIRE CLUB who will pay through the nose
to have you cum for them."

Rogue's eyes widen, as the horror of what has happened set in.
She struggled against the ropes, but , they held fast.

"MMMMPPPHHHHHHHHMMMPPPHH!" She protested.

"Not sure, what you said darlin'," he smiled. "But, don't worry.
I'm going to remove the last obstacle in my way, now. Do you think
Storm will like the gifts I have for her?"

He held up an other control collar and a black leather hood.

"By the way, your galpal, Psylocke, is safely bundled away in the
trunk of my limo.... You and Storm will be joining her shortly...
Right after I spend some time with Cerebro......hahaha."

Rogue stared the brown bottle. A trickle ran from the bottle to
a white cloth he held in his hand. He put the top back on the bottle
and winked at her.

"Nap time, you gorgeous slut," he laughed. "Don't fight it..
You can't win."

Rogue thrashed her head back and forth, fighting his grip.

"MMMMNNNNOOOOOOPPPPHHHHHHH!" She screamed, the pad completely
covering her nose.

She held her breath.

He waited.

Another pinched nipple, brought a deep breath, and, Rogue became
the next victim of the Chloroform Club.

He pulled his costume back on, stared at her nude form, longingly,
sighed, and, left the room.

X-MEN: THE LOST ADVENTURES
THE TRANSFERENCE
(Chapter Ten)

Storm watched the monitors closely. The screen continually
flipped from one camera position to another. Her anxiety grew.

"Where are they?" She said, aloud.

There was no one in the ReadyRoom to hear her.

She tried to signal them one more time, before, sending out an
alert to the other team members.

"PSYLOCKE! ROGUE! LOGAN!" She loudly called into her microphone.

Silence!

She reached for the alert switch, which, automatically summons
the closest team members, when, the ReadyRoom door slid open.

Wolverine rushed into the room, panting, sweat pouring down his
face.

"ARE....THEY.....HERE?" He urgently asked.

"No!" Storm answered. "What happened?"

"We went by the front gate. Rogue heard something. I thought I
smelled something, foul. She flew over the gate.. Last I saw or heard
from her." Selene lied.

"Neither one came in here and I have not seen anything on any of
the screens. Are yo......" Storm stopped speaking.

She turned her head back toward the main screen. Wolverine was
pointing at it.

"What?... What did you see?" She asked.

"Back up to the East wall," He said, leaning on the back of
her chair.

Storm's fingers flew over the keyboard, her chin raised keeping
her eyes glued to the main screen.

She felt the tightness around her throat a second before hearing
the click. Her gaze was draw to the soft glowing around her neck,
reflecting from the desk top monitor.
A stabbing pain on her right wrist, pulled her mind from the
glow in the monitor. Her right arm had been pulled mercilessly behind
the back of the large, padded leather, swivel, rolling office chair.
She reached with her left. A vice-like grip pulled it behind the chair
back.

'SNAP'

Her wrists were locked together, around the back of the chair, into
a set of single hinged handcuffs.

"LOGGGGGGGGAAAAANNNNNNNNN!" She cried out. "WWWWWWHHHHAAAATTTT..."

The chair, suddenly, began spinning around, faster and faster.

Her head spun as the room blurred.

She stopped. Her head continued to feel as if it were still
spinning. She felt her right leg, then, her left be pulled back and
up toward the seat. Her senses returned, in time for her to realize,
her legs were held to the bottom of her chair's seat.

'RRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP.....RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPP'

Pressure on her chest, pulled her against the back of the seat.
She looked down. Four loops of white duct tape held her to the chair
back, just under her breasts.

"LL...LL...LLOGAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She, finally, was able to
ask, coherently.

"Preparing you for a retina scan," he said, coldly.

He spun her in the chair to face him.

"I'm not your precious, Logan," he said. "You know me better as
Lady Selene, Black Queen of the HELLFIRE CLUB."

Selene looked deep into Storm's stunned eyes.

"Circumstances have separated me from my perfect body and left me
in ....this, ugly thing. However, it provided me the opportunity to,
dare I say it." She laughed. "RULE THE WORLD!"

She kissed Storm on the cheek.

"You, my sweet, can either, willingly help me, or I force you to.
But, be assured, you will help me." She spun The chair around several
times, stopping it so Storm faced her. "All, I need from you is how to
operate Cerebro. Simple!"

"GO TO HELL!" Storm uncharacteristically cursed.

"YOU FIRST!" Selene said. Wolverine's eyes glared at her, full of
fury.

He forced a foam ball into Storm's mouth. Wrapped five loops of
the white duct tape over it and her mouth, then, lifted her chin.

"What do you say to four or five hours wearing, this?" He smiled.

A black leather object dropped from Wolverine's hand. Holding it
between his thumb and fore finger, he dangled it menacingly before her
eyes.

"MMMMMMMPPNNNOOOPPHHHMMMMMNNNOOOPPPHHHH!" She thrashed her head
in protest.

"Ah.....You're all for it....Okay, your choice." He laughed.

He worked the tight hood over her head, despite her best efforts
to prevent it. Once on, he pulled it around her nose snugly, then,
tightened it.
The leather formed a second skin over her head, from the top of her
head to under her chin. Her nose was the only thing visible. Selene
had pulled Storm's long hair into a bun on top of her head, covering it
with the hood, also. With all her hair inside, the hood was tighter
and felt more confining.

Selene spun the chair again and again. Faster and faster, she made
it whirl. Storm fought the claustrophobic feeling, but was loosing
rapidly. He body trembled. She could not get enough air. Her heartbeat
raced, as her blood pressure soared.

Storm felt the chair stop.

"Had enough? Just nod your head if you are willing, now" The deep
voice said.

Reluctantly, Storm nodded.

"Place me in front of the 'X'," Storm whispered, defeated. "It will
scan my eyes, then, do a blood scan."

Selene positioned Storm, still bound in the chair. From the middle
of the 'X' a beam of light emerged, slowly, scanning both her eyes. A
second beam scanned her body.

'WWWHHHOOOSSSHHHHH'

The door slid open.

Selene laughed, as she put the hood back over a fiercely struggling
Storm.

"Can't have you try to escape, can I," she smirked. "Besides your
two friends would miss you in their new lives....AS SLAVES to me."

She glanced at Storm's heaving chest and flailing hood, as the door
closed her in Cerebro's chamber.

Sterilized, stainless steel, is what came to her mind. She
stared at the platform. Supported by nothing, it hovered like a
peninsula, surrounded by open space, in the center of the 30-foot
diameter spherical room. At its end, sat a clear plastic
chair. Next to the chair, on a Stainless Steel pedestal, sat a metallic
helmet. Wires, from the helmet, connected to the platform through the
chair.

Selene, cautiously, made her way to the chair. She looked
around. Nothing, but, open space between her and the metal walls.
She eased Wolverine's body into the chair, sat back and lifted the
helmet.

It was light as air. The solid back split into three sections.
Two, that, went around the sides of the head, ending in points above
each eye. And, one, that, went over the top of the head, ending at the
hairline.

Selene held it above Wolverine's head. After, taking a deep breath,
she slid it over her head.

Pricks of electricity massaged her scalp. She slid back in the
seat, placed her arms on chair's arms and concentrated.

Her mind was soaring through space. Others thoughts came alive in
her mind. She focused on reaching out her mind, connecting with all
of them.

"SELENE!" A voice shouted into her mind. "NOW, CEREBRO!"

"XAVIER!" She shouted back. "WHAT ARE YO......

"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" A deep masculine voice
screamed, as pain, like she never felt before, ravaged her mind.

At the same time, from below the platform, a feminine voice
screamed out, also.

Logan sat on the sofa in the lounge. It had been a week, since
he regained consciousness. It felt good to be in his own body once
more. Rogue, Psylocke, and Storm were trying to convince him, that,
none of the things his body had done was his fault.

"Even the Prof' told ya there was nothin' ya cudda done ta stop
that bitch.." Rogue said, in her usual southernese.

"Yes, Logan. She was to blame." Storm added. "I'm just glad that
Professor Xavier, realized what happened. That, he was able to reach
your mind, while it was combined with Selene's in your body. He saw
what you saw, so he knew her plans. Even, Sebastian Shaw and Tessa
understood. When, they came to get Selene, they told the Professor
that Selene was responcable for the attacks on us. I dare say it
will be a long time before we hear anything about Selene and Jonathan."

"Mystique was placed in special designed cell, with cameras on
her 24 hours a day and no visitors, she won't be a problem either.."
Added Rogue.

"It was a shame the Professor couldn't let us in on it," Psylocke
smiled. "Could have saved us some trouble. But, he couldn't take the
risk of her finding out, he knew her plans. If she had, I seriously
doubt she'd have tried using Cerebro."

"Thank God, Professor Xavier discovered, that, if she reached out
with her mind, while connected Cerebro, her mind could be removed from
Logan's body. Or, else, he would still be..." Storm explained.

"Singin' soprano," Rogue laughed.

"Okay..Okay....That's enough reminiscin'," growled Logan, getting
up to leave. "I'm just sorry you three got hurt."

"I'm not!... I enjoyed the rest. Chloroform, a new night time
medicine....." Laughed Rogue.

She stood to follow Logan out. After they entered the hallway,
Rogue, grabbed his arm.

"Just want you to know," she whisper, so no one else could hear.
"I kept that collar...So, if you ever need to..uh... You know.... I
meant what I said..I'll be here for you.....Sides, I want a go at that
monster 'tween yer legs....heehee...There'll be no, strings attached...
But, I'll keep some rope nice and handy in ma room."

She winked at him and turned. Then, slinked down the hallway to her
room, exaggerating the swing her hips, as she walked away from him.

Logan watched her walk away, a sheepish grin covering his face.

THE END