This is M rated for a reason. If you do not like any suggestions, ramifications or implications of RAPE, do not read.

This is one of my darker fics, but I personally think the plot makes up for the violence.

Also, this has been published (with ALL the graphic details) on under the same author and story title if you wish to read it as it was originally written. Again, VERY graphic on that site…

First chapter jumps right into the main conflict and hits with a bang from the beginning. Other missing pieces of the situation are explained later on in the form of flashbacks and dream/memories. Anything AFTER chapter one has very little sexual content (aside from recalling the events of the first chapter) but can be graphic with certain details at times.

I've tried to keep this version as toned-down as possible so FFN won't delete it from the system. Please let me know if you like/dislike or think I should remove it from this site. PLEASE Read and REVIEW!

Also, I had trouble trying to figure out how much to remove and was left wondering if there is still too much detail. Please let me know your thoughts.

Lastly, this story is in direct competition with my other ongoing fic – "Different Kind of Christmas" I figure whichever one is most popular will get updated the fastest.

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Between the crude dog collar around her neck and the leather shackles binding her arms behind her, there was no way she could fight against the behemoth mutant. She was well and truly caught and could see no solution to her grievous situation.

"Here girlie, girlie, girlie," Leviath called lecherously to her as he took a step closer.

Instead she backed away. "Get the fuck away from me you pus-faced ogre!"

"Uh, uh, uh," he chided as he snatched up the excess leash and yanked her to him. The momentum threw Rogue off balance and she crashed to her knees in front of him.

The massive man guffawed as Gaspion chuckled from the side lines. "My, my, aren't we eager?" he asked, amused at the prisoner's proximity to Leviath. "We'll just have to go ahead and oblige her, won't we Mr. L?"

The giant chortled in response and nodded vigorously as he pulled on the leash once more to show his pleasure.

"After all," continued Gaspion, "it's been so very long since Mr. L has been in the company of a lady."

Without another word, Gaspion motioned to his massive minion, who promptly yanked Rogue up by the leash and flung her over his back. She tried to kick and squirm, but with her hands tied at such an awkward angle, her meager strength was relatively useless.

They entered through a steel door near the back of the warehouse and, though Rogue couldn't see the contents thereof, she knew in her gut it couldn't be good.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was unceremoniously dropped onto a large, musty-smelling mattress on the floor. She landed hard and, before she could catch her breath, the gargantuan mutant was crawling after her with a lustful, giddy look.

Rogue quickly lashed out with her boots and struck the man in the face, only to have him giggle and grab her ankles. He then pulled her toward the end of the bed with only her feet hanging off, before he jumped up again.

Instantly, Rogue tried to back away, but the ogre simply pounced upon her, trapping her under his weight.

"No, no, no, girlie!" He admonished playfully, then reached back and yanked off one of her boots. "Naughty, naughty, girlie. Leviath punish naughty girlie," he grinned. As he pulled at the other boot, Rogue felt something in her ankle pop and crunch painfully and she had to bite her lip to keep from calling out.

Her feet were trapped beneath his weight and with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't even throw a measly punch. The drug Gaspion had injected her with was inhibiting her powers, which - all in all - left her completely defenseless.

"Get offa me!" she screamed, but instead Leviath frowned down at her and easily ripped away her shirt with his massive hands.

He got off the bed and before Rogue had time to react, he grasped what was left of her tattered uniform and yanked it off her, throwing the entire thing onto the floor.

Laying there in just her underwear and bra, Rogue was still somehow in denial about what was happening. She couldn't have been captured more than an hour ago. This was absolutely impossible - she was untouchable for Christ's sake!

Leviath grinned down at her lecherously and gripped Rogue's thighs, pulling her toward him. He then hooked his sausage-like fingers around the elastic waistband of her underwear and pulled. The sheer strength in his hands was enough to lift Rogue completely off the bed, but he still succeeded in removing the garment as it slipped off her legs and she went crashing back to the hard, lumpy mattress.

Momentarily dazed, she barely registered the sound of her bra straps being shredded before the cold air against her flesh brought her to her senses.

Even without the use of her hands, Rogue propelled herself backwards against the wall, trying to gain some distance between herself and the monster before her.

As the behemoth clamored toward her, she rolled off the mattress and landed painfully on her side. Within seconds, however, she launched herself into a standing position, only to be halted by the leash which was still attached to the dog collar around her neck.

The pressure against her windpipe caused her to choke and gag, and gave the monstrous man enough leeway to pick her up once again. Again, he tossed her over his shoulder with a laugh and held her with one hand while he used the other to loosen his belt – allowing his clothing to fall in a pool around his feet.

Staring down along his back, Rogue observed that he was not wearing underwear, but her position did not allow her to see much else. She felt him kneel on the bed and crawl to the middle, where he rolled onto his back. He grabbed Rogue around the waist with both hands and held her in the air a moment before placing her in a sitting position on his chest.

Grinning wildly, he brought his knees up to his chin and for a moment Rogue thought he meant to launch her against the wall. However, she felt his massive feet slide between her chest and her tied hands to snake up behind her back. As he let his legs come down toward the mattress once more, Rogue was dragged along as well.

Within seconds, she was trapped, lying along the giant's legs, completely unable to detach herself from his hold.

At that moment, Gaspion laughed from the corner. "He may not be very sophisticated, but he is very creative. And flexible, too."

He stepped closer to take a good look at Rogue's nude form. "He also has an eye for beautiful women. However, you'll have to forgive his crudeness – after all, he is a little different as you can tell. He really is just a big, lascivious brute." Gaspion walked around the bed, inspecting the scene before him. The way he seemed to be calculating the situation made Rogue's stomach turn.

Really, Leviath didn't seem to be that much of a threat. But the monster appeared to idolize Gaspion, and the other man's presence was far more terrifying than Rogue's current state of undress. Before she had realized Gaspion was still in the room, she hadn't felt the urgency or terror of her situation. But now… Now the realization of what could, and likely WOULD happen was making her stomach do back flips.

"What the hell do you want with me?!" Rogue screamed as she tried to loosen her hands.

Gaspion simply smiled. "Oh my dear, it's really not about what I want with you – it's about what I'm going to get FROM you."

Turning, he faced the wall as Leviath raised his feet, and Rogue by default, and placed them high up against the wall. With her arms trapped between his feet, it caused Rogue to lie at an inclined angle against his legs.

"You see," Gaspion continued, "I'm getting my revenge after such a very long time. You needn't trouble yourself with the details of who or what, but rest assured that you are serving a much higher purpose. For me, this isn't about pleasure. It's about power."

He turned back to face Rogue, who hadn't taken her eyes from him. "For him, on the other hand," he gestured to Leviath who laid there looking at Rogue with a happy, anticipatory grin, "it's completely about pleasure…"

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Rogue didn't know how long she had been floating there in the absence of time and space, but a splash of frigid water eventually ripped her out of the peaceful blackness.

As her eyes cracked open, the Southerner slowly recognized that she was still lying naked on the mattress. She didn't try to move – didn't even know if she could – but Gaspion must have known she was conscious again because he was suddenly in front of her, yanking her up by the hair to meet his gaze.

He stared at her a moment with frightening intensity, then grinned.

"Tell Logan we're even. I hope she was worth it," and he forced his lips against hers. For a brief moment, Rogue could feel a slight pull of her powers and she wished they would suck the very life out of him. Her power was becoming stronger as it tugged at Gaspion's essence until she felt another sharp jab in the back of her neck, followed by a sensation of liquid fire coursing through her blood.

Her lips were still crushed against Gaspion's and she moaned as the fire raged inside and her powers suddenly cut short again.

With a muttered chuckle, Gaspion dropped her back on the mattress and Rogue watched in a haze as he and Leviath exited the room, leaving her in the darkness.

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