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Wraith's Menagerie	By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 2706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 3

Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Marvel Comics does! This is FANFICTION, not for profit, but for entertainment only! This applies to ALL the following chapters as well!!!
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White coated technicians moved forwards to jam needles into her and into Wolverine. Pain and more pain wracked her body. She felt like vomiting. Only when they had gone did she allow her own tears to fall. Wolverine cocked his head to the side, and crawled over to where she huddled. She felt his arm slide under her head, while his cheek bumped into hers. Rough stubble scratched her flesh, while his tongue lapped at the sensitive skin blistering around the collar.

"Shhh," he hissed softly, dragging his fingers over her mussed hair. He rumbled in his throat, smelling her deeply. Now Mariko lost control of her emotions, hugging her knees and sobbing with each wave of blistering pain. It had been a long time since they had used the collar on her. Yet the batons had never been applied to her as they had the others. What had changed their minds, she wondered? Sabretooth said she was his� so would he not come and get her?

"Amaterasu preserve me� ancestors please help me," she pleaded, hugging herself as she curled up. Wolverine curled up around her, hugging her body to his to convey warmth. His sandpapery tongue licked at the bruises and cuts like a friendly dog, his throat purring in odd bestial comfort while his hands roughly squeezed and rubbed her aching body.

After a time he changed positions, uncoiling from around her to move around to her front. Hands cupped her face, tugging her up to peer right into her dark eyes. His hazel eyes gleamed with sentience, but now that wildness had mingled with it. Instead of reason, instinct was overriding in that sharp sense to survive.

"James� Please� remember what you are," she pleaded, looking up at him. All traces of humanity had vanished from the hazel eyes fixing into hers. He straddled her between his legs, shivering from the aftershocks of the electrocution. A rough tongue lapped up her tears from her cheeks, hot breath fanning her face.

"Logan�name's Logan. Don' be scared� won't hurt ya," he rumbled, reaching for her. Carefully he raised her up with rough hands and boosted her up.

Wolverine turned her around to face him, squatting just before her on one knee. Large hands slid over her shoulders to press her down on her knees before him.

"Beautiful," he growled. Large hands slid from her shoulders to prod at her breasts and curves. Instinctively she crossed her arms over her chest when he nuzzled her neck and squeezed her chest through her coveralls.

"Logan� please�" she whispered. He squeezed her shoulders tightly and crushed his mouth to hers. Simultaneously he tasted her mouth and bruised at her lips with possession.

"Wolverine�" he corrected. He grabbed her wrists in one hand, then lifted his other. Claws erupted from his knuckles, flashing in the light of the cage before hissing towards her. Points barely tickled her skin, instead slicing through the cloth and tearing it from her body. Mariko remained still as possible, half frightened he would hurt her if she did not comply.

Before she knew it she was on her back, peering up at the wild eyes taking in her body. Rough hands slid over her, pinning her down under his muscular hairy body. Again he climbed overtop of her, snarling lightly to inhale her scent. From head to toe she shivered at the touch and smell surrounding her. Then his mouth choked off her next breath with a hard kiss and a sharp nip to her bottom lip.

"Kami," she gasped, need and lust flashing over her to replace fear. His adamantium boned body pressed her flat underneath its weight, while a solid thigh thrust between hers. Sharp nips at her neck, tips of her ears, then her bared skin inflamed the need that quaked through her. He straddled her pelvis, bumping himself against her belly with increasing and ever hardening desire.

"Yer mine, all mine," he growled deeply.

"I�" she gasped, breathing once more when he lifted himself off her. Fangs nipped at her bared breasts then were replaced with rough hands cupping and squeezing. Fear seized her, and she lay as still as she could, letting his hands trace down her belly then slid down the inner surface of her thighs. When they slid into her wet womanhood she squealed oaths in Japanese.

Teeth set into her neck, biting down while his fingers thrust unmercifully inside and out of her vagina. His other hand pinned down her wrists above her head. One minute later his tongue was lapping in the place of the fingers that pulled out, nipping her inner thigh. A wave of raw release caused her to loose all muscular control.

"Want you� need you," he grunted.

"Your name is James� remember� you're a human being� like me� you are�" she gasped.

"Mine� gonna protect ya, gonna mate ya� so nobody else can have ya," he snarled, pushing her knees apart to rut against her. Whatever next remained was soon removed, because she felt that slick hardness jabbing its tip into her belly. She squirmed underneath, then gasped at the molten hot tip sliding down her thigh to touch her nether lips. Both wrists were pinned by his massive hands, and his mouth fasted to that same spot on her neck. Savagely he thrust his full length into her with a snap of his hips.

"James� ohhhhhh�." Mariko bit her lip, screaming against his shoulder. Suddenly she was spread and impaled repeatedly by Wolverine hunched on his knees between her thighs. He slowed down his pace to a laborious thrust, closing his eyes at the sensation while his lips left her neck and then nipped up to her chin, then her mouth. Roughly she turned her face so she could catch his mouth with hers. To be this close with his penetration was both heaven and hell. Such reckless primal rutting unlocked something equally feral inside of her now, for she was thrashing and biting at his lips, then thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

"Yes� gimmie�" he growled.

Her last scream was swallowed with his savage kiss. Snarling against her lips he thrust once twice then tugged her knees apart to get his deepest inside. Her legs twined around his waist, ankles crossing at the base of his spine. Hot pulses squeezed his length from within. Blinking up past his rough cloud of hair she saw him withdraw and then slam home one last time. She caught a glimpse of his face contorted in sheer animalistic release, simultaneously feeling the eruption of his ejaculation deep inside her.

Under his weight she was pinned when he let out that last snarl just beside her ear. Panting, she rode out the white-hot supernova of pleasure that almost caused her to black out in its intensity. For a long time she struggled to breathe with his thick body pinning her there. Finally he stirred, and lifted himself off her shakily. She reached up to caress his cheek with her fingers. He pulled out, and tugged her upwards against him. Blood dribbled from that deep bite mark on her neck that he slowly lapped at.

Mariko sobbed into the strong arms that folded her close when Wolverine curled up in the side of the cell. He tugged her back to his front, encasing her in his arms from behind where he squatted on his haunches. Grunting, he sat down and tugged her into his lap possessively. His hands were struggling to turn her to face him, and she did so, glancing up at those bright gleaming eyes. Intensely they claimed her full attention, and she was lost in another wave of desire that overwhelmed her.

Wolverine panted deeply, settling down to wait for her to come out of it.

Mariko blinked, wondering why the exhaustion was fading. Glancing down at her hands she saw her wounds were slowly closing up. While not as fast as those fading on his greasy skin, they were healing far in excess of what she recalled. Images flickered through her Swiss cheese memory, surfacing and inciting pain with the effort to remember. Sabretooth's leering face burned is way through, and she heaved in and out. Aches and pains vanished later, sending a surge of adrenaline through her. Squeezing her eyes shut she forced her mind to clamp down. Inside her the tiger roared and snarled at the cage. Memories gained possession of the fog, and she understood that whenever confronted with that tiger buried inside her that she would have the knowledge to hold it back. Lock it into the cage that she constructed with Bushido and scientific reason. Then blur her memories so she would not recall what had been done. Weapon X training focused on the now, and little else save what the mission required. A technique for selective amnesia where conditioning drew out what necessary memories were required then disposed of them after the mission was done.

"Wolverine� Kami� this is what they�" she stammered, glancing at his penetrating gaze. He shifted forwards, grabbing the back of her neck and seizing it to attack her mouth with his again.

"It's in you," he snarled. "Let it out� only way�"

Mariko squeezed her eyes shut, unable to hold back the raging beast clawing at her self-control. Panting heavily she felt the surging strength unleash and snap into every muscle of her body. Each sound echoed unmercifully loud, and she pressed her hands to her head to press them out. Scents, images, and sounds curled into a sensory overload that drove her to near madness.

"I� cannot� control it� too much� I'm a scientist for Kami's sake�" she repeated over and over.

"I can't� can't let go," she sobbed.

"Let it go. Only way t' survive� only way to� give yerself to it�" he gritted, letting James again surface before the Wolverine dragged him inside.

It uncoiled itself inside her and jumped to the fore. She felt invincible, strong and uncaring about where she was. Only that every scent was magnified to levels that only were reached during combat.

She turned and buried her nose in his neck, then let him grab her hips and tug her around so she straddled him. His passion nudged insistently at her aching womanhood, then pulled her down to sheath him again. Mariko gasped and gripped his shoulders, then slid her hands around the powerful muscles of his back. Automatically she moved her hips along with his thrusts upwards. Strangely her energies were returning, and she knew that it was that cursed change in her own body that was responsible.

Cupping his sideburn face, she glided her lips over his, and attempted a gentle kiss. A guttural sound of surprise resulted at the more delicate contact. Moving her hips in slow rocking motions she pacified the savage jarring thrusts to a more reasonable pace. If he was going to mate her she was going to enjoy it as much as possible. So far, Wolverine showed no signs of wanting to stop his rutting.

Another shot of his sperm jetted deep inside, and she gasped at the arms crushing her close. He slumped back against the corner of the cell, his eyes shutting. She collapsed against him, pressing her nude front to his, and not wanting to move in her exhaustion. Soon the process would continue all over again, and she would be possessed and used by the animal locked in with her own.

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Mariko lay surrounded by a nest of warmth. Uncaring that she was streaked with grime, sweat and the evidence of their mating she dozed on in his arms. They tangled together in their mutual need for shared warmth at the corner of the adamantium cage. Many hours had passed since he had claimed her and the bite on her neck was slowly starting to close up.

Wolverine blinked, smelling a familiar scent. Slowly he came to, and stiffened with surprise. That animal miasma lifted, and he saw and felt the woman around him. More specifically, he was intimately intertwined with her, smelling his own scent marking her. Groaning, he gently untangled himself and let her lay there in the nesting material of the cage. A lump formed in his throat when he saw the bites all over her body from teeth that matched his. Even worse, he saw that they were rapidly closing up.

"Oh shit, what did I do," he groaned, feeling a wash of shame. He had fucked her, the woman who had given him food, senseless. Surprise filled him when he saw the healing before his eyes. Already that bite mark on her neck where he'd marked her was fast fading.

"Logan, are you all right?" she murmured, blinking and reaching up for him. He grabbed the lab coat and threw it over her body.

"I� damn I'm sorry," he gasped. "Shit�"

"Don't be sorry," she whispered, grabbing his wrist. "Please� it was all right�"

"I raped ya� like a damn animal. Those sick motherfuckers!" he snarled.

"Logan, look at me," she said, straightening up as he huddled miserably away. "I'm fine� no harm done�"

"How can ya even stand t' look at me," he snorted.

"I am looking� at a man who's been mistreated. AS a woman who was caught up in something beyond her control. And feeling very glad that it was him that did this�if it was going to happen," she said, moving up behind him and kissing the back of his neck.

"Shit� dammit� damn them to hell," he sobbed.

"Shh, it's all right, c'mere� look at me," she urged, and slid around to cup his face. "It's all right� Logan� it's all over�"

"I had no right�"

"It's done, and I'm not sorry," she urged, then kissed his cheek. She pushed her way into his arms, and renewed the kiss. Wolverine groaned against the gentle gesture, then pulled her tightly against him.

"I don't even know your name�" he whispered.

"It's Michelle," she whispered, knowing her real name would mean nothing to him. Not anymore. Even mentioning her own name brought pain to her lips. That was the arbitrary name they'd picked for her, a name for that separate self that was savage and wild. Her gut instinct told her that 'Logan' wasn't really his true name, that he had a long forgotten human name like she had been Mariko Yashida. Vaguely the name James Howlett fluttered through her brain, but she was beginning to think that that man never existed. Just another misidentification from a tag long discarded.

New names for new identities. Yuriko Oyama had been Deathstrike, while Betsy Braddock was now Kwannon. Shiro was Sunfire, as Graydon Creed Senior was now known as Victor.

"Michelle� I'm Logan," he whispered. "I'm just sorry we met like this� I� damn�"

"I knew your name from before," she whispered, reaching for his tags.

English names that were mockeries of the codenames on the tags that jingled around her neck. He caught the dogtag serializing her, and shook his head. "Yum-yum," he mumbled. "What the fuck sick humor is that."

"Sabretooth's idea. Wraith's given such names to the others. Pitty-Sing is Braddock, while Peep Bo is Yukio. Shiro is Nanki-Poo. Someone's a Gilbert and Sullivan fan�"

"What the hell�" he laughed harshly.

"Mikado," she whispered. "Stereotypical misnomers for Japanese culture."

"I'm sorry, Michelle, I wish I could do something to make this up to you," he whispered, knowing that was a name she had picked out because it seemed as instinctive as Logan was to him. He turned over the dog tag and saw the letters Michelle N.L.N. Just as his said N.F.N. Logan.

"We'll get through this, Logan-san," she said, fingering his face, smearing with her blood, and cuts that were healing rapidly.

"They wanted me to fuck you� so you'd have a baby, right?" Wolverine asked quietly. Sighing, he pulled her to sit on his lap, and then lay back in the pile of bedding. He tugged the shreds of her lab coat overtop to cover her as she covered his nudity. Michelle buttoned the lab coat around her, and laid her head on his chest.

"Better you than Sabretooth," she whispered.

"That sick motherfucker won't get his hands on you, I swear," he promised, kissing her softly. "Yer mine now."

"I'm glad," she murmured, caressing his chest.

"Michelle, I promise I'll get us out of here, and I promise they won't get any baby we have together," Wolverine whispered, kissing her softly.

"There's no guarantee," she whispered.

"It's too late, darlin'� I can smell you were ready� yer body's already respondin' t' what I planted inside of ya�" he whispered, resting his hand over her belly.

"It's impossible, how can you even know at this stage� it hasn't even�"

"Healin' factor's in every damn cell of my body, Michelle," he explained, cradling her in his arms. "An' I noticed ya heal pretty quickly too� put that together an'� well the process goes quicker�"

"You can smell� the biological changes," she asked. "Kami� this is� horrendous�"

"Shh, relax� I'll protect ya, Michelle. I swear it," he murmured, kissing her softly. On the verge of humanity he clung, holding tightly to the woman forced to be his mate. She too gripped him, and wept for a child that she prayed wouldn't see what they had seen.

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