A/N : Hey there I'm back with a rather dark fanfic this time. I would appreciate it if you would comment and let me know what you think! rated M for Mature!


Piotr Rasputin felt like his head was split open somewhere. His vision was blurred, and he couldn't move. He woke up on his side with his hands tied behind his back and feet tied together. In order for some of the members of the reconnaissance team to make it out alive, Piotr, along with fellow mutant Remy LeBeau, slowed down from the group and allowed themselves to be captured. They knew that out of any of them that could have been captured, they were the ones who would survive the longest due to their mutations. He slightly regretted his decision though a little bit due to the fact that he was separated from Remy, so devising an escape plan together was now out of the question.

It was hot… really hot. Piotr could feel sweat pooling on his skin. From the color of the light peeking through the shades of the window, he knew that they were somewhere in the desert. He didn't know; he didn't care. Remy wouldn't have remembered anything at the brief anyway; they only had one job to do. Protecting the idiotic First Kid, Nick Graham was the utmost importance for some odd reason. The kid wanted to experience a military operation and since his mother, who just happens to be the U.S. President, Sherrie Graham, was able to pull some strings. Nobody knew that there was an ambush and of course Piotr and Remy made sure the kid was safe, but the kid was slow and almost had to be carried back to the military helicopter. They were looking for signs of a new threat that rose as a result of accidental territorial reassignments. The groups of vigilantes were highly skilled and had taken part in many kidnappings of women from their own homes. Piotr wondered why they wanted anything to do with two men, but he put the question out of his mind so he could work on getting out of the restraints.

They called themselves "The Invisible League", and they lived up to that name. There were strikes at random times with no witnesses, even in crowded places. They apparently had many people across the world that did the league's bidding, but it was impossible to tell if somebody was part of this shady group. Ororo took extra measures to ensure that the mansion was safe while the threat was still ongoing. This gave Piotr a little relief; knowing that Kitty, Rogue, and the others were safe.

He didn't know what condition Remy was in, but if it was anything like his, then it wasn't comfortable, whatever it was. There was a thud at the door, and some strained grunts, but then Piotr heard it. It was faint, but he knew the voice well.

"Pete! Don't say a word! Ah!" It was distant, but it came from the direction of the door. Remy sounded to be in a lot of pain… this was not going to be pretty. He knew that one option was to break out of the restraints with his mutated strength, but he knew that it might not be the smartest thing to do since he didn't know how they would react to mutants. The door opened and two members of the league entered. They were masked and hooded in black with basic military fatigue apparel. A chair was brought to the middle of the room; Piotr was dragged to it with some effort given by the two operatives. They seemed to have some trouble sitting him up in the chair. He shifted so it would be easier, which made the two hesitate but shook it off in an instant and continued to restrict him to the chair. He made the move in hopes that it would gain at least the tiniest bit of sympathy… it didn't.

"Open those blinds and let him bake in the sun for a bit." It was a woman… talking to the shorter of the two. The other just gave a nod and followed orders. He immediately flinched at the brightness. "Get everything you can from him, if he doesn't talk, you can dispose with him as you see fit." The woman turned to leave, closed the door, and locked it behind her. Piotr watched as the other operative made its way to the wall in front of him. It stared at him for a second, then took a gloved hand and roughly grabbed hold of his jaw.

It was a very firm grip and was starting to hurt. He had a toothache not too long ago and it had not completely healed. The pain was not great, but it was not comfortable. He took a bold move and salivated as much as he could. Hoping that it would reach the near-by target, he projected as hard as he could, only to have it hit the other gloved hand of the target. This was followed by having said same hand shoved into his face.

"Now that's not very nice." Piotr was surprised. It was also a woman, a young one to be more precise. "You are going to tell me who you are, who you are working for, and what your mission is… now."

"I will have to decline. I will not talk to ter..." the hand that held his jaw released and slapped him hard. It hurt. Piotr felt blood rush to the spot, heating up the already feverous area.

"Let's try this again. YOUR NAME!" Piotr smirked.

"Sir Lancelot of Camelot. My quest is to seek the Holy Grail. My favorite color is blue…"

SMACK

A blow to the cheek made him rethink his childish answer. "Hmm well I guess there is only one thing to do…" with that she turned and left the room, with the door slightly ajar. It seemed like an hour until the woman returned with a stack of papers. She pulled up another chair and sat with her feet in the seat and sitting on the top.

"Piotr Rasputin. Human. Russian, twenty five years of age, worker for the Secret Service protecting the President's son while on this mission. Sound right so far?" Piotr just glared. "You go to a school for the gifted; you must be one smart man. Hmm what's this? You are involved in a romantic relationship with a student there as well. Katherine Pryde… she looks weak." Piotr felt a rumble in his chest. "Tell you what Piotr. Now that we have all of the information we need, we have no use for you… except…"

"Your sources are wrong. Your information is incorrect."

"Oh my source is quite reliable. Torture will turn any man against another. Especially mental torture. He thinks you have been sleeping with his romantic relationship, this… 'Rogue', as he puts it."

"You are wrong. He would never think that I…"

"PIOTR RASPUTIN YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!" Remy screamed hysterically as he was being dragged down a hall. Piotr heard it and fear struck his face. The woman from before entered the room and whispered something into the other's ear.

"HIM? NO WAY!" The young operative stepped back from the other.

"This is not a request. You will be compensated for your time."

"HIM?"

"He apparently has good genes. He would make a fine candidate, and since most of us have gone through this tradition, the two newer members will have to take the turn. Let me know when it is finished, and then you may dispose of him." Piotr was wide eyed as he saw the passing of a knife. "Have fun!" With that the door was closed and the young woman turned around.

"Do you know how 'The Invisible League" has survived over two hundred years?" she asked taking off her gloves.

"Not particularly." Retorted Piotr.

"We kidnap women, find their weaknesses and fears, and make them their greatest strengths. Some women come of their own free will, and some… have been born within the league."

"You are all women? What do you need me for?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She laid down the knife, took hold of his military fatigue shirt, and ripped it completely off. "We need more members."

"No no no no no no no no no!" Piotr panicked as one of her hands caressed his bare chest as the other snaked up his inner thigh. His thoughts were racing, trying to find an escape. He also thought of Kitty and what she would do once she found out about this… that is, if he would ever see her again.

"Just let it happen, it will be all over after a while." He kept struggling but it only seemed to tighten the knots around his wrists. It went on for a few minutes and the heat was getting to him. The adrenalin mixed with the sun and the whole situation, was causing his vision to blur and his judgment impaired. He couldn't control his emotions, or hormones at this point, and blood rushed through his body, causing an involuntary reaction all men have at one point of their lives.

"If I do this… will you promise to let me and my friend leave?" Piotr pleaded his last request. The woman took a blindfold from her pocket and placed it on him. Then took a leather strap and placed it around his head for a makeshift gag.

"Yes. You are free to leave after the tradition is completed." Piotr nodded and prepared to accept his fate. "Although I must warn you, there are two parts to the tradition. The first is conception."

Piotr shuttered, but was prepared to live with any consequences that would follow this day. Her hands stroked and caressed him through the fabric until he was ready. She bent down close to his ear and whispered with a slight evil chuckle.

"The second is castration."


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