As promised here is the chapter! Thanks to Mistress Pinkdrama, Mistress Starlight2twilight, Mistress Maggie, Mistress Glykera, Mistress bologna121, Mistress Sapphire Mind, Mistress jackmansgrrl, Mistress JimandSteve, Mistress dancinqt21, Mistress HRInuyashaFan16, Mistress Soon2Bme, Mistress Sean?, Mistress alexmonalisa and Mistress ElizaV :)

And for all of you that don't know Rolf Harris, shame on you! And no he has nothing to do with Harry Potter. You guys have no idea what you're missing! PMSL I thought every child grew up watching Rolf Harris and his didgeridoo... Okay, I know that sounds kind of rude! LMFAO but I really didn't mean it the way it probably sounds ;)

Anyway, so just sit there read and endure the first part of the chapter, I don't think its my best, but I had to set it up like that to accommodatethe ending... which I happen to love! You know what? Just read and let me know your thoughts as usual :) Oh, and I'm thinking after we kidnap Hugh, we obviously need to bring him here to the UK, he might think twice before suing are arses for emotional distress if we let him see his mum. And yeah, I could be persuaded to drag Ryan Reynolds along for the ride. ;)

Magical Mystery Tour

It has taken me thirty minutes of hazardous driving, many near misses and a few collisions with the same damn postbox... The poor Eduardo family are now going to have to receive their mail through the letterbox, just like every other person on this planet... It wasn't my fault, no really it wasn't, it was blocking my route, the short cut I had to take across their front yard. When the postbox started to ridicule my lack of driving skills, telling me that women made lousy drivers, I ran over it again, just to prove a point. But, despite my short comings, I have finally found my sky of blue and sea of green.

Okay, so its not actually the sea, its a patch of grass, and the sky of blue? That's a spot light, two spot lights, shining into the starry nights sky and do you know where I am? Oh, you'll never guess, its called the 'Sky Of Blue Strip Joint', can you believe it? I have found my sky of blue, in a bustling city and in the middle of the night.

I wonder if I have ever been to a strip club before? I am a dominatrix, I wonder if I can find a man to punish, prevail and sit on top of, I don't mean literally to sit on top of a man. Now you've done it, I have all these naughty thoughts in my mind and I want to find myself a real man's penis, I want a man inside of me and I need to get laid.

Before I have even driven into the parking lot, I'm out of the car, I've left it in the middle of the road and I'm marching past the bouncers, flashing them a smirk and I'm down the stairs. My eyes adjust to the crude change in lighting, there are cages dotted around a large room, scantily dressed women are dancing, men are leering at them beer in hand and a rolled up twenty at the ready.

The walls are painted a deep purple, the bar is littered with drunken males and there is a stage with a lady that resembles Fred Flintstone in drag. She's stripping away her many layers, shaking her buxom booty and revealing her hairy legs to the drooling punters. I think that there is a distinct possibility that she is not a she. That certainly makes one more male in this joint for me to fuck.

Now where is Barney Rubble?

A young male catches my eye at the bar, he's smoking a cigarette and is beckoning me over. His eyes admitting a warm glow, I can see fire, a flame flickering in his pupils. I sit on the stool beside him and he grins devilishly. "What are you doing here Rogue? I never took you for this kind of girl."

"Maybe people change." I reply, watching him play with his lighter. "What did you call me?"

"Rogue, I suppose you go by Marie now, huh?"

Marie, Darling, Mistress, Rogue... I'm slowly starting to lose the plot, what is my name? "Do you know me then?"

He leans closer to me, the stale smell of beer on his breath. "I know the whole blow up doll thing was kind of awkward, but there's no need to pretend that you don't know me." He whispers. "Hey barkeep, keep the beers coming and one for my lady friend!"

Oh, we must be friends then, I wonder where we met? "So, where did we meet?"

"Fine, I'll play along, we met at the school."

"You went to the school too?" I gasp, with sheer delight. "You're like me then?"

"Sure I am." He smiles, nodding a thanks to the bartender.

What are the chances of me stumbling into another dominatrix loving person, this is such an amazing coincidence, I really must live a charmed life. "What's your name again?" I ask him, I'm tempted to call him Barney, I've noticed that he highlights his hair and I'm sure he would look great in a fur dress.

"People call me Pyro, you can call me John."

I take a sip from my bottle of ice cold beer, and let the new found information sink in. "You want a drag?" John inquires, passing me the crudely rolled cigarette. "I think its time we got this party started, it'll be just like old times."

He seems lost in bitter-sweet memories, and I inhale the smoke deeply, closing my eyes and savouring the taste. My lungs are clogged with pollution and my brain is battling to remember.

"Leave some for me." He chuckles, playfully snatching the cigarette from my fingers. "Do you remember when you and Bobby would always fight over the last drag? You would always win, the Iceman never stood a chance against you."

"My memories not what it used to be, and what kind of nickname is Iceman?" I reply, ripping the label off of my bottle.

"I think he found it in a cleaning catalogue."

The more I find out about the person I was, and the people that I am friendly with, the more I'm beginning to suspect that losing my mind is actually a cry for help. "The last drags yours Rogue."

"Thank you."

"You didn't have to fight for it this time, there's no Bobby around." He giggles, clutching the edge of the bar to stop himself from falling. "I was just... just thinking of that time, you locked him in Scott and Jean's closet... he had to sit there and... and listen to them getting frisky."

I join in the giggling, snuffing out the cigarette in the ash tray, and holding onto his shoulder for support. "I did that? Who's Scott and Jean?"

"If you don't want to talk about them, just say." He announces, wiping an amused tear from his eye. "I know it must be hard, I sometimes think that I was fighting on the wrong side, I should never have joined Magneto."

I'm lost again, but in a good way, I'm finding my surrounding beautiful, even the pole dancing Fred Flintstone and the floating penis's. There's an aching in my loins and I have an itch that I can't scratch, maybe Barney will be up for it. I grab him by the hand and pull him along with me, ignoring his weak protests, I propel him through the staff only door and usher him into a deserted room.

"That was some strong weed." John gushes. "Money well spent I would say."

I push him against the coffee machine, the urge growing in intensity and I can't fight it, I need to be touched, Its killing me, not being able to fulfil my overwhelming needs. "Touch me."

"I... um, are you feeling okay Rogue?"

"I'm fine." I groan, slamming my body into his, making the coffee machine shake in protest. "Now touch me."

Did he say that I have smoked weed? I thought that was an ordinary cigarette, is that why I am feeling this way? It can't be, I was having these thoughts before, they were only weaker and I could keep them under control.

"Is that dried blood in your hair?" He questions, sounded panicked. "Have you been on a mission?"

"Stop talking and touch me." Our noses meet, our lips are seconds from touching and my heart is about to burst in anticipation, when the door is thrown open and John squeaks, pushing me away from him.

"I didn't touch her!" He cries, backing into the corner and reaching for his lighter. "I didn't touch her Wolverine, even if I did I don't see how its any of your business."

The man I met earlier, the one with the crazy hairstyle, Lumber- jacking past, love of tandems and... didn't I run over his foot? How is he storming towards us as if nothing has happened? I thought I had at least broken a few bones.

"Wolverine, the Professor said no violence!" A dainty looking, white haired lady admonishes, appearing at the doorway, and slightly out of breath.

"Its my business bub." The man named Wolverine snarls, tuning out the women's voice. "And that was your first strike, I catch you near her again and I ain't holdin' back." He turns to the lady, nodding curtly at John. "Get him outta here, before I change my mind."

"John, come on lets talk outside."

He doesn't need to be told twice and darts out of the door, not giving me a second glance. The woman smiles kindly at me and closes the door behind her. Leaving me in here with a quietly raging man, who is on the verge of turning purple with rage.

"You steal a car, run over my damn foot." He growls, closing in on me. "Take off." I stumble backwards, my eyes searching for an escape route. "And..." His nostrils flare and he inhales the air around me. "What the fuck is the matter with you!?"

"Uh, is that a rhetorical question?"

That was most definitely the wrong thing to say, I can almost see steam billowing from his ears, as he roughly grabs hold of my arm and twirls me around, planting a stinging swat to my behind.

I jump in surprise, and is it wrong that I am now more turned on then ever? "You smoke shit when you've got a fuckin' head injury!?"

"I've got a head injury?" I reply, trying to free my arm from his cruel grip. "What are you? My dad?"

That is a question I really didn't need to ask, so, I'm being sarcastic. I know he can't possibly be my dad. Because it would be really wrong to allow myself to continue with these erotic thoughts, if we were related by blood. No, he can't be my dad, didn't he have a giant boner earlier on the bike? That could have been caused by the rumbling, pulsations of the engine though.

"You're lucky I ain't your old man." He growls, glaring at me. "What the hell were you thinkin'? You can't even drive! You ain't got a license, you coulda been killed!"

I squint at his scowling face, he seems to be genuinely worried for my safety, even though I ran over his foot in my search for a sea of green. "I just wanted to be touched."I whimper, going limp in his grip. "I need to be touched, please just touch me." I only hope that this works.

His eyes seem to darken at my request, but that must be a trick of the light. No one can do that, it must be a symptom of my apparent head injury. I'm seeing floating penis's again, they're goading me into action. I push him in the direction of a brown leather couch, he releases me from his hold and falls back onto the sofa.

He gulps as I jump on top of him, my hands wandering under his tight fitting shirt. "I can't wait any longer, I need this." I moan, kissing his stomach and smoothing a hand over his hairy chest.

"Yeah you can." He grunts flipping me over and pinning my hands behind my back. "You ain't your self Marie, we're goin' back to the mansion and I'm draggin' your scrawny ass to the doc." I struggle to free myself, but he's too strong and he stands, throwing me over his shoulder.

"You can't do this to me."

"Like hell I can't."

"You're torturing me." I complain, kicking my legs out and pounding my fists against his back. I felt his body react to me when we were on the couch, I know he wants this as much as I do. We haven't know each other long, but I want him, I want him so badly.

"Think of this as payback, you scared me shit-less earlier." Wolverine replies, casually opening the fire escape door and marching down the steps. The sound of a fire alarm, making my head pound like the beat of a bass drum, in an inexperienced house band. "Ro' open the door."

"I couldn't keep John here, he left." She sounds disappointed, as I'm dumped unceremoniously on the back seat. She should try walking in my shoes, then she would know what true disappointment is. "I hope he'll be okay, I just wish he'd returned with us."

"The punks gonna' be fine." He reassures her gruffly.

I kick out at him and fight to get to my feet. "Let me go!" Everything is starting to crumble around me and the urges are back, I'm losing my mind, I am losing what is left of my fucking mind.

"Marie, calm down." The lady soothes, patting me on the shoulder. "We're only taking you home sweetie."

"I was fine in there with Fred and Barney, I was about to get some before you interrupted! I had a one way ticket to Bedrock, literally... With the dinosaurs.. and you, you Woolly Mammoth had to ruin it!"

I'm shoved roughly back into the car and Mr Woolly Mammoth slides in next to me, slamming the door shut. "Just get in Ro' and start drivin'." My back hits the opposite door and I try the handle, to no avail. "That ain't gonna work darlin'." He smirks, cocking an eyebrow. "You're stuck with me, so settle down, you're givin' me a headache."

I huff at him, and slouch against the back passenger seat. "You wanna' talk about it?"

I glare him into silence and he shrugs non-committally. "Suit yourself." He snorts, producing a cigar and placing it between his lips. "But I ain't gonna go away, like I said you're stuck with me."

"Marie, we're here to help. From what I've heard, you hit your head extremely hard." The lady pipes up, glancing at me in the rear view mirror. "And I've noticed some changes, you're almost flaunting yourself."

"Are you a dominatrix?"

She splutters at my question, the car almost careering off the road. "What on earth would make you think that?"

"You're from that school aren't you? And your hairs white, do you get the men with a fetish for older women, you know women in their seventies and that?" I continue regardless of her stopping the car, so she can get a better look at me.

"Just keep drivin' Ro'." Wolverine sighs, lighting his cigar and winding down the window. "Whatever you say, she ain't gonna listen."

"But Logan, you can't allow her to think that we run a school for..." She gestures with her hands, causing him to chuckle. "I know our uniforms are a bit tight, and my hair might not be the regular shade of brown. I've killed a few evil men with lightening bolts too, but never out of a fetish for pain."

I sit up and quirk an eyebrow, I'm sitting in a car with a homicidal, grey haired loony. "Calm down darlin', I can smell the panic comin' off you, Marie I said...." I have to get the hell out of here.

I Lurch forward and make a half foolish attempt to escape, only to be dragged back with a strong set of arms around my waist. "Storm will you step on it! She's gettin' worse."

"I don't want to go back to your dominatrix school." I grouse, at him as he places me in his lap. "I want to go back to the strip club, Fred was stripping, she had hairy legs... I mean really hairy, worse then your body hair. Probably worse then a Sasquatch hair problem., and if he had a fetish for pain we could all get together, like the band of merry dominatrix fetish busting people that we are, and wax him into submission."

I amuse myself playing with his Indian belt buckle and he snuffs out his cigar, throwing his stogie out of the window. He takes his hands in mine and shakes his head. "Quit touchin' there and stop the grousin'."

"If you let me touch yours, I'll let you touch mine." I giggle, not at all bothered that I'm sitting in a strangers lap and blatantly flirting. Its strange and I don't quite understand it, but I feel safe in his presence.

"Later darlin', when you're back to normal." He says huskily, shifting underneath me. "And trust me, I'm gonna let you have it."

"Is everything okay back there?" The woman, what was her name? Storm? Ro'? Asks worriedly.

"Don't worry." I answer, thinking that that is what had probably turned her hair that awful colour in the first place. "We're not getting fresh in the back seat, not yet anyway."

********

"And what caused you to hit your head?" A man questions me, in a crisp upper class British accent.

"You keep telling me that this isn't a dominatrix school, but you're in a furry blue costume." I say, pointing at an enormous guy wearing a suit and tie. "You're talking in that ridiculous accent and you're probably as American as the rest of us." I nod at the smiling, friendly face of the man they call the Professor. "You have feathers peeking out from under that coat, Blondie and you." I say smirking at Wolverine. "Got an eyeful of me half naked, were in a motel room with me and a collection of bondage sex toys, got harder then woody wood pecker on the bike, whacked me fucking hard on the ass and let me sit in your lap with a promise of lots of sex when I got better." They all blink and stare at Wolverine who clears his throat, and shuffles his feet, glaring at the ground. "And the girl that met us at the door was wearing a yellow leather cat suit that just screamed kinky."

"There's certainly nothing wrong with her long term memory." The blue ape declares, taking long strides across the lab and picking up a clip board and ball point pen.

"Oh, and that other lady, Storm. Now she's a real fruitcake. Firstly, what is with the white hair? Why doesn't she just wear a wig? Wouldn't that be easier? Her man slaves would never know the difference and for a women in her line of work, she has a very prudish attitude to people getting horny in her car."

"You've said enough now darlin'."

"I've only just begun, does anyone want to explain why you're all so embarrassed over a little sex talk?" I ask, gazing at the blushing face of Blondie, and the frowning face of Wolverine. The other two men are serenely, placid and poised, they haven't even batted an eyelash at my outburst.

"We're not at all embarrassed Rogue" The phony English aristocrat claims. "Are we gentlemen?"

He is answered by an assortment of grunts, stutters and then just a sheer uncomfortable silence.

"I can assure you that I'm not embarrassed Miss Rogue, I'm a doctor, I've heard worse and nothing you can say will shock me in the slightest." Blue smiles and sits on a stool in front of my hospital/medical/fucking hard as hell bed. "Now, I hear you have been hallucinating, do you think you can describe what you have been seeing?"

I watch Wolverine out of the corner of my eye, he only sighs and leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Well it started when he followed me to the heart shaped bed."

"Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, please continue."

"He made me put some pants on and he kept doing this growling thing." I point to my chest and do an impression of a growling stray dog with a bad case of rabies. "It came from the gut, and it.. it rumbled from deep within him."

The doctor continues scribbling down my ramblings and I lean closer to him. "Do you think he has a problem too?" I whisper in a hushed tone. "And he got hard really quickly on the bike, I mean really quickly, I only scooted a little closer to him and then wham bam... Say hello to my little friend. I don't know if its actually little though, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it yet."

"No, I believe Logan's apparatus, so to speak, are in perfect working order." He chuckles eyeing a flustered Wolverine. "Warren I need you to fetch me a needle, I'm going to want to take a sample of our patients blood in a moment."

Me, myself and I might be having a few disagreements at the moment, like who exactly we are and we certainly can't agree on anything, but I do know that I don't like needles. "There is only one kind of prick I need and that isn't it Blue."

The man called Warren flushes brightly and wrings his hands. Maybe that's a nervous habit?

"I'm sorry Hank but I can't train under these kinds of pressures. I'll be upstairs, I'm uh, sorry."

He shoots out of the lab, leaving a trial of feathers in his wake.

"Oh dear and his training was going so well." The doctor sighs, rubbing his temples. "Where were we? Hmm, yes these hallucinations?"

"I was making a few jokes, and he was arguing with me, saying that I wasn't a dominatrix, even though the bed was covered and I mean covered by toys. Do you understand the types of toys I'm talking about?"

"Yes, I've seen many in my day. Spiked collars, leads, muzzles...." He replies, only to be interrupted by the Professor clearing his throat. "Please excuse me, and um, continue."

These really are a funny bunch of people, I think I'm going to have fun living here. "And then he kept going on about mansions, money and mistresses and it happened. These shapes appeared."

"I see, and these shapes were they large? Small? An indiscriminate size?"

"They were all large, long and they all had heads." I respond, using my hands to mime a hand job. The Logan man has his own head in his hands (And no I don't mean that one) and the pseudo Professor of English fetish is caught between amusement and a possible stroke.

"I'm still not precisely sure what you are describing to me Rogue." Mr Blue Sasquatch himself asserts, handing me his clipboard and pen. "I want you to concentrate on picturing the shape in your head and sketching a detailed version of it for me to see. Do you think you can do that?"

"Hank, I don't think you want her to do that." Wolverine grunts, wandering over to us.

"Nonsense Logan." He scoffs, waving a hand at him. "We have to let Rogue do this, I mean what is the worst that can happen? And as I've said, I'm a doctor, I've had many years of experience."

"I have to agree with Logan, Hank."

"Not you as well Charles? Well, I must say that I'm surprised."

As they continue to bicker, I lick my lips, flex my fingers, and begin to draw. I only wish that Wolverine would pose for me, you know... Like still life, it would really help me bring my sketch to Picasso's strict standard of artistic expression.

"Okay, I'm done!" I shout, silencing their petty fight of words. "Are you going to grade me? I think I've done an adequate job. If I only had some coloured pastels though, I could have really brought out the texture."

"Let me see your masterpiece then." The furry blue doctor urges, retrieving the clipboard from me and gazing at my crude sketch. "GOOD GOD!"

I guess it was a more then adequate job then, Yay for me! Could I, the richest dominatrix in the country, possibly the world, retrain and become a an artist, one that creates penis envy every time she creates one of her wonderful masterpieces?

For the next chapter I was thinking... writing it from Logan's POV, I think its time we all heard his thoughts on all the sticky situations. Lol