Morgan is mine and Wolverine and the X-Men belong to Marvel. Warning: This story has slight incest and talkings of rape and slavery.
Chapter 1
This mission is going to fail. I can feel it. Logan thought as he ascended the steep mountain while Storm and Nightcrawler provided cover. Scaling this mountain wasn't the problem; it was what was at the top that would be the problem. The Sentinels were waiting for them and he needed to do what he did best.
Logan finally got a good grip and was climbing faster with Nightcrawler right behind him to catch him. Nightcrawler had offered to teleport Scott, Logan, and Peter up, but Logan had opted to scale. Scott and Pete were waiting for Nightcrawler to come back to get them and put them on top of the mountain.
At last, Logan reached the top. However, there was a problem. There were no Sentinels up here. It was all for naught. Scott and Peter appeared behind him as Storm set down behind Scott.
"Where are they?" Scott asked.
Logan sniffed. He was about to say something when gold caught his nose. He went to investigate and stopped.
"Logan?" Storm asked.
"Quiet." Logan growled. He took another step and kneeled down. Digging through the snow and dirt, he found the item he was looking for. He grabbed it and studied it. It was gold, pure gold with crystals in it. The crystals were white and there was an inscription on the chain that held the pendant. You are the master of the pendant. No other can touch this without certain death.
"Well, isn't that special?" Logan said, holding it up. 'Don't touch it. You could get killed and maimed or something. What do you make of it, Scott?"
"I don't know, Logan. Apparently, you are the master of the pendant." He chuckled.
All of a sudden a light of blue came from the pendant. Logan dropped it and went into a ready position. The rest of them followed suit. The light swirled around Logan and finally settled on the ground. From there, it rose into a distinct feminine form. The light became a woman with black hair, blue eyes that were the same color as the light, and a blue dress of satin that was cut off on top of her breasts and under her vagina. She was clearly a vision and Logan was attracted to her immediately.
"Who are you?" Scott asked, but the woman remained silent. "Answer me or I'll have my team make you answer." She still remained silent. "Alright, Nightcrawler keep her from going anywhere. Logan, get her to talk."
"Alright, I'll try." The woman's eyes flicked to him in recognition. "Who are you?"
"Morgan, my lord." The woman's voice was like music.
"Where are you from?" Logan asked.
"A rare dimension, my lord." The woman hesitated.
"Go on." He prodded.
"A dimension of slavery, my lord." She took a breath. "I belonged to the prince until he discarded my pendant."
"How does the pendant work?" Logan asked.
"I do not know, my lord."
"What happens now?" He looked at Scott. The woman held her peace.
"Leave her." Scott said, turning around. Peter and Nightcrawler were utterly shocked. "I don't want to be responsible for this woman. She probably has a home."
"My home is that pendant." Morgan looked at Scott now. "I am bound by law to follow him." She pointed to Logan. "If you leave me here, I will die. I cannot live long without a master."
Everyone looked at her and she shrunk back. Logan put a protective hand on her, but she jumped. He smiled at her and looked at everyone else. She shivered and Logan was at a loss of what to give her.
"Logan, she's your responsibility. She's not a mutant which means that she may be taken from you." Scott said.
"Thanks, Scott." Logan said in relief.
"Halt,
that is Avengers property!" Iron Man came from behind them and
grabbed Morgan. "She is in our custody and she has to come with
us."
"No, please. I have done nothing. Please let me go."
Morgan pleaded. Ms. Marvel came out with Ares and Spider-man.
"This woman is a wanted fugitive." Ms. Marvel stated.
"I know nothing of which you speak. How dare you turn on your gender!" Morgan grew angry and broke Iron Man's grip. "You have no idea who you are dealing with. I cannot be the person you seek because my master just found me. I have never been to this dimension, nor out of the pendant since coming to this dimension."
"Morgan, calm down." Logan said calmly. She instantly quieted and sat in the snow, shivering.
"Logan, I think we can take it from here." Iron Man looked at him.
"No, I
can take it from here. I'm an Avenger. She needs to be in Avenger
custody. End of story." Logan looked at the Avengers. "What did
she do?"
"She aided the Dr. Doom in trying to take over the
world." Iron Man said.
She whimpered and crawled to Logan with her pendant in hand. She looked at him and he stared at her coldly.
"Is what
he says true?"
"No, Master. Know not who this Dr. Doom is. I
only wish to be warm and serve you."
"Will the pendant keep you warm?" Logan inquired.
"Yes, Master."
"Then go back into the pendant and I will call you when we get to warmer weather." He decreed. Without another word, she disappeared and became blue light. The blue light went into the pendant that instantly appeared in Logan's hand. "She wasn't lying. She was telling the truth."
"I give
her custody to you, Logan." Iron Man said. "She is never to leave
your presence, for if she does, we will imprison her and interrogate
her."
"She'll die if you do." Logan answered.
"What are you talking about?" Ms. Marvel asked, coming over.
"Didn't you hear her? She can't live long without her master, which is me apparently. I have questions of my own for her." Logan said.
"Well, we can make you the guard of her cell so she doesn't die." Iron Man suggested.
Logan sighed and followed the X-Men back to the jet. He held the pendant in his hand and contemplated. There was a faint whimper from the pendant and if he didn't have acute hearing, Logan wouldn't have heard it.
"Morgan." Nothing happened. He shook the pendant. "Morgan." She appeared and kneeled at his feet, waiting. "Tell me what happened to you."
"As you wish, Master." She sat at his feet and was completely unaware that Nightcrawler and Peter were listening to her. "I don't remember my birth or my birthday, but I am immortal and I cannot die unless I am separated from my master for too long or my master wills my death." She blushed.
"What? What is it?" Logan asked.
"My master is very attractive." She blushed again. The others chuckled.
"Go on. Tell me the story." Logan said, ignoring his friends.
"I only remember what my masters wish me to remember. I have no memory of my first 4 masters. My last master, the prince of my home dimension picked me out of hundreds of women to serve him."
"What about the other women? Are they slaves as well?" Logan asked.
"Most women in my dimension are slaves. Some are freed to give their masters children and the only women in the dimension who are not born into slavery are royal family members."
"I'm sorry I interrupted you. Continue." Logan asked politely.
"I do not mind. No master has taken an interest in me as you do. The prince abused me to no end. I would go weeks without food. I would be tortured to the point of agony. He would whisper 'do you like that, Sister?' and despite my protests, he would continue. He told me I was born into the royal family for his pleasure alone."
"You are a princess then?" Logan asked.
"It appears so, my lord. I do not remember part of one beating. The prince violated my body continuously to sate his appetite for his incest."
"I'm sorry." Logan said.
"I am a slave, Master. I was made into one. Women in the royal family who are unfit to become consorts to their brothers are sold into slavery. The prince hated that and desperately tried to get me back. He found me and paid triple my worth. He said that he deserved me, my other sister should've been the one to go to be a slave."
"You never refer to him as your brother…" Nightcrawler observed. Logan nodded at her.
"He isn't my brother after what happened." She sighed and continued. "One night after he violated me, my sister found us. She called my father who was pleased the prince had found me. He was ready to welcome me with open arms until my brother said that I was nothing but a slave. He didn't even try to keep me. He said that I was no longer his and that I should just disappear. I complied because I had no choice. My last memory of my family is my sister making love to the prince and my father grieving that the prince would do such a thing to the woman he loved." She had tears in her eyes.
Logan wiped her tears. "You do not have to be a slave any longer. I can free you and you can be mine. Show the prince that you are worthy, Princess Morgan."
Morgan stared. "You offer me freedom?"