Chapter 14
PG 13 version
"Bloody hell," mumbled Wisdom as he slipped into Shadowcat's room. He heard the screams of agony, and made his way where she lay. A glittering garter belt and bustier surrounded her, and he recognized the device at once. Strapped down to a bed with chains like a specimen, she wrenched against the chains angrily, snarling in her throat.
Not just a scant outfit, Wisdom thought grimly. He moved over and held a finger to his lips. The spells that made him look female shimmered and faded, leaving him in his black suit and long trenchcoat. Blending into the shadows, he stole over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Kitty… can ya hear me, luv?" he whispered.
"Pete!" she gasped. He kissed her cheek softly, and glanced at her attire again. He had seen one at a Black Air depot. Alien technology for sexual torture. Bloody nasty too. Grunting he readied his hotknives. This would be delicate, but he could do it. Pryde moaned as she saw him next to her.
"Pete, you came…"
"Wouldn't leave ya here, Pryde," he whispered, kissing her. "Now just lay back an' let me work on ya like…"
"Do you know what this is?" she asked.
"Bloody right I do. An' I know how to free ya… now just lay back an' let me work on ya. Might seem weird, but it's the only way…" he urged, kissing her. She felt his clothed body brushing up against her, and climbing on top of her. Quick nibbles down her sides, and his kisses on her breasts as his hotknives dug into the confining metal.
She screamed in joy and pleasure as he kissed down her neck, devouring her soft skin. Hotknives bathed her body; slicing open the collar, and letting it drop. She attempted to phase free but he stopped her biting her lips.
"No, don't. It'll kill ya… just lemmie finish and it will…"
"Ohhh I gotcha," she nodded, realization blooming a bright flower in her mind. She felt his hotknives sliding between the metal on her body, and trying not to burn her.
"Friggin HELL…" he groaned.
"Pete… I hope…"
"I can stand it a bit…" he moaned as the metal yielded enough to let him thrust up and down inside her. Loosening but not releasing, he thrust in and out, his hotknives flaring around the girdle on her hips and thighs. Bright metal glowing and melting as he cut each wire. He kissed her hard, and then nipped at her skin just above her collarbone, his lips traveling a path of fire downwards.
Her body arched at his kiss teasing and licking with his tongue. Pleasure distracted her as he moved quickly through the jarring pain that wracked her. "Kitty I gotta do this fast… I know it's hurtin' you love, but these things will only come off when it feels both passion, and a cuttin' weapon to bypass it…"
"Pete… hurry up…" she moaned, sobbing at the pain that they both shared.
Yelling he slammed the power of his hotknives into her restraints. Kitty screamed and cried with momentary pain. She moved with him, harder and faster as she twisted her wrists and cried out. His hotknife bursting and splitting and rending metal. Till his hands were caressing her skin and slicing away hot metal. With a quick jolt of his wrist, he sent hotknives to all four corners of the bed where the chains trapped her.
Metal hissed and exploded. Kitty cried out, phasing him through the bed and out of the way. They rolled over on the floor together, gasping and panting with pain and the exertion. Gasping, he fell on top of her, sweating hard. Kitty sighed and kissed him gently. Wisdom moaned, coming down the pain wracking his body.
"Pete, you all right?"
"Yes luv… god… I near died… but it was damn worth it…" Wisdom murmured. His hands found her as he wrapped her tightly in his arms.
"Come here you silly man and let me show you how much it was…"
"Pryde, I don't have a healin' factor remember…"
"That doesn't stop us normally…" she urged, kissing and cuddling him till he recovered.
Energy crackled, and Wolverine dropped to the side. He followed Jubilee's scent and that of the bird lady clinging to Khaos to this point. Only to find someone tackling him. He slid out his claws, punching till the scent curled over his nose, and he was pinned under the slender she elf.
"Easy, my friend, it is I…"
"Yeah, go figure…" Logan mumbled. Khaos climbed off of him, shifting into his masculine form and helping him up.
"They are in here…" he directed.
"Perfect" Logan mumbled. "You keep an eye onna door… I'll open the damn thing…
"No, leave it to me," said Khaos, holding up his statue. Power crackled out, tingling Logan's scent of smell, and wreathing over the door. It slid open, and both men slipped into the dim room. Pain and tears assaulted Logan's nostrils, and he rushed over to where Jubilee slowly hung.
"My love," Khaos urged as he walked over to Cerise.
"Jubes, you okay kid… damn, what did they do to you…" Logan asked as he gently wiped blood from her lips. She blinked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Wolvie, took you long enough," she coughed.
"Lemmie get ya outta here," he said, claws popping.
"Don't!" Jubilee cried. "Please don't Wolvie!"
"What?" he growled.
"Don't touch her…" said Cerise loudly. "Stay back Khaos… you don't know what you're doing…"
"Now excuse the hell me, but are you Cerise?"
"Yes. And you are Kurt's friend from the X men. If you value your young charge's life, you will not try and cut us loose…"
"But how are we to…" Khaos trailed off.
"These things cause pain… of extreme magnitudes. And any movement to liberate us will set them off," said Cerise.
"Then I must find a technomagical spell to override them," said Khaos. "Hold, Wolverine…"
"Kid, I'm sorry I gotcha into this," Logan mumbled, as Jubilee bit her lip.
"It's okay, at least you're here, and as long as you're here, we'll be okay… I guess" she whispered.
"Shit, you're shivering all over, damn," Logan mumbled as he reached over and glanced at the contraption that bound her. Cute because he smelled the electrical field permeating her body and his eyes narrowed in anger. Wires and other things bit into her skin, and he smelled pain, and something else. The location of them made him feel sick to his stomach at the perversity of these people.
"Cerise, my love I won't leave you," Khaos said as he lightly kissed her. She blinked up at him.
"Hey, wait a sec, you didn't hurt her when ya did that, didya?" Logan asked as he turned to see their surprise.
"Any move to make us escape will trigger it…"
"But there's gotta be a key or something… or some access code or some…" Jubilee mumbled.
"That's it. Some sort of spell. A counterspell… or a ritual to open them. They are doubtless specific to being cut. But I see no place of weakness, save but a few…"
"Where are these from, lady?" Logan asked. Jubilee shivered, and there wasn't anything in the room to drape over her. All he could do was reassure her somehow. So he walked over and gently took Jubilee's shivering body in his arms. She shivered against him, sniffling as he held her reassuringly.
"Idsar 7. Which would lead to the possibility that there is but one way to open these… and you know what that is, Khaos…"
"What?" he asked.
"The ceremony of lip massage," she whispered.
"Wait you're nuts," Logan laughed.
"No, I'm serious," said Cerise.
"One way to find out," Khaos said as he leaned over, and cupped Cerise's face in his hands. He kissed her lips lightly, wrapping her in his arms. Nothing happened, and he drew back.
"So much for THAT idea," Logan mumbled, pulling his hood off and glancing over at them. He stood next to Jubilee, keeping her as warm as he could, and cursing the lack of a blanket.
"Something else, there must be a combination of things," Khaos whispered, and he willed away the bulk of his armor. Moving over he surrounded her in his arms, and leaned over to lightly kiss her neck. She moaned softly, and Jubilee shut her eyes as she saw his tongue gliding over Cerise's body.
"This thing's a restraint all right… an' it's wired into the chains, cute," Logan mumbled as he fingered Jubilee's restraints. Turning her head away, she lay it against Logan's shoulder. Although he was short and she dangled by her wrists, he managed to still embrace her, and then it dawned on him what was happening when he smelled pheromones from Khaos and Cerise. Damn sick bitches, to use THAT as a way to open these blasted devices. He only hoped that Jubilee would understand what he would have to do, and not hate him for it.
"You understand what I gotta do," he whispered.
"I know… and I'm not scared, Wolverine," Jubilee whispered. "Do what you gotta do… I don't' wanna be stuck here… an' I trust you…"
"I'm really sorry I gotta do this kid… but it looks like we're outta options…" he mumbled.
Jubilee tried to keep the muffled gasps of Cerise out of her mind. Slowly the dark hands of Khaos glided over her smooth white skin. The feel of Wolverine's embrace was hot and close, and she was shaking not with fear, but some strange realization. A sick twist of fate need not be bad. "Relax kid," he urged, and she felt a soft kiss on her cheek, and then her lips. Lightly he massaged her spine, rubbing her muscles.
She herself was released from Logan's arms, holding her close and embracing her hard. Lips gently kissed her cheeks, and then the hollow of her throat. Judging from the lack of release from Cerise's restraints he knew what was the likely conclusion, and swallowed hard. He only hoped Jubes could withstand it, or he wouldn't hurt her. Lightly his lips glided over hers, and she sobbed in relief as she felt his mouth touching hers. He was surprised when Jubilee opened her mouth and readily accepted his kiss. Her slight body trembled in his arms, making Wolverine want to protect her, and his instincts were already driving him insane from her smell and those of the others in the cell.
"Can't cut ya free just at once… gotta get you ready," he murmured against her shoulder as his hands caressed her ribs and her back and lightly over her calves and thighs. Fingers reached down along the lines, exploring the limits of the restraints, and making him realize what was at stake.
Khaos swept out with his mystical powers, tapping into the energy field. It was remotely technomagical, and he knew what he had to do. Overload the pleasure circuits and then cut in one fell swoop with a mystical blade to short the power. There would be pain… but he knew it was the only way. His fingers probed the extent of the restraint. Metal and wire swirled around, wires digging under her skin. No wonder.
"Relax Jubes, ain't gonna hurt ya," he urged, whispering and stroking her hair softly. A low growl vibrated him, and he knelt down, peering at the extent of the alien chainmail outfit that covered her lower hips and chest. The alien garment spanned her lower hips and backside. Then he returned, taking her lips in a kiss that made her burn, and nibbled at her throat as he slid his hands under her thighs and lifted them. He wrapped them around his waist and she sighed with relief as the weight was taken off her hands at last.
She whimpered with relief at another kiss and his hands massaging her back muscles. He felt the cold metal pressed to his body, and was thankful he had a healing factor. For a moment he felt extremely sorry for Khaos, who might get fried if he didn't release and cut her bonds with those mystical swords at the exact moment.
Cerise whimpered as his tongue slid past her lips, and a low humming tinged her body. The lowest level of pain simmered through as he reached over it with his technomagical force. It was like a musical note, chiming in her throat, and her words were in Shi'ar, drifting across the cell as she tossed her head back, and her body arched in ecstasy at his claiming of her center.
Jubilee knew the meaning of the words, and tears stung her eyes because it was a Shi'ar love poem. About Sharra and Kythree, the sacred ancestors and their battle to save one another from darkness. Black and white were darkness and light, and she saw the extreme of their skin tones. By now, Khaos maneuvered her legs around his waist, and his hips in her hands to hold her up off the floor as sparks crackled over them both. His hands passed over her chest and to her amazement something clinked to the cell floor.
"Did you see that?" she whispered to Logan.
He nodded, "Yeah darlin, and ya know what that means…"
"I don't care, just do it… well I mean I do care but I'm cool with it, Wolvie…" she whispered.
A loud cry in Shi'ar startled them, and she glanced over to see the movements of the other two. Energy crackled and surged, and he grabbed onto Cerise, screaming in pain as the energy surged over them both.
"You crazy bub? You'll kill yourself!" Wolverine yelled.
"Do not stop me!" Khaos gritted.
Cerise screamed as she felt the power slamming through her. Liquid fire crackled as IBIC's magic surged over the alien outfit belt. With a gesture he summoned his mystical swords and directed them to his hands. With his last bit of energy he cut her loose. Logan groaned as he heard the bodies falling to the floor, Cerise under him.
"Hold on a minute darlin, I gotta see if they're okay…" wolverine apologized.
"It's okay… I hope they are… they sounded so…"
She turned her head away. Wolverine leaned down and lifted Khaos off and lay him aside. The young man was out cold, but slowly breathing. So was the woman, and fortunately the alien circuitry still covered enough as he looked away. Grabbing Khaos' cloak he draped it over her. He moved Cerise into the elf's arms, and wrapped the cloak around them both. Better to make them comfortable, because the guy had burned out all his energy protecting Cerise.
"Wolvie…" she asked.
"He did it, he actually did it," Logan murmured and then turned to Jubilee.
"How did he… I mean I saw them making out and then…"
"Must be trigged by metabolism. He used some kinda energy to short the field, and then cut her at the last minute. Sliced the wires clean through. You know what this means Darlin…"
"Wolvie, you'll get KILLED!" she cried. "I can't let you…"
"Gotta be done, otherwise yer stuck. You gotta do it with your paffs… while I slice the chains n' wires and pull ya away…"
"Wrap yerself around me an' let me take care of this, get you free… just relax…" he urged, growling in her ear. Logan had a feeling it would take all his strength to do what was required, and to hold off at the last moment as Jubilee bit his shoulder. He hissed and bit his lip as he felt cold metal touching his sensitive skin. Snarling he bit repeatedly at her collar, trying to work at the fastenings without hurting her or him. He kissed her lips and nibbled her ears, anything to distract her and make inflame with desire to overload the circuits.
"Wolverine… please," she begged as she felt the power surge through his body, and drain off through her. She was grounded but he was drawing it off through his adamantium skeleton.
His claws shot out as he snarled and gritted. Raising his arms he swiped the chains and cut Jubilee loose, so she slumped against him. He shouted, "Now JUBES now!"
She grasped his wrists; her energies crackling and popping like miniature supernovas in the darkness. Expanding the plasma all over them to disrupt the energies jolting through Wolverine. He felt his own skeleton surged with heat, and Logan roared in pain and pleasure. Claws slashed within inches of her skin, shattering wires.
"Flamin' thing… let her GO!" he roared, and then gasped as the power thundered through him. Jubilee felt her body on fire with something erupting through it. White-hot fire surged into the core of her being, as Wolverine tensed and gritted with the power erupting momentarily over them both.
Jubilee screamed and energy surged white hot. All she felt was Logan dropping, and her body falling. Blackness hit, and she knew no more.
Jubilee whimpered as she felt herself being carried someplace. She shivered and sobbed, coming round from the massive overload of pain. Somehow she was alive, because he had taken the charge through his body, while her plasma protected her as Khaos had done with Cerise. Something draped her body, and she realized she was being rocked. A silver foil space blanket had been wrapped around her, and someone's strong arms were holding her carefully.
"Jubes darlin, you okay, you with me?" Logan asked, kissing her forehead gently.
"Ohh that feels so good," she groaned. "I must hurt too much to be dead…"
"You okay, can you move at all?" he asked, cradling her on his lap. "Jubes, say something…"
"Why am I still alive?" she asked, as Logan kissed her softly.
"They're okay. Damned if I know why. We're lucky to be alive… " he trailed off. "Luckily I found a few blankets n' stuff in that damn locker…"
"Uh huh," Jubilee whispered, her body still tingling with pain. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Khaos' dark shape lying alongside that of Cerise's. Still they breathed slowly, and she wondered how long she had lay there in pain. He pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting in it.
"You're able to move, right?" he asked gently.
"Yeah… barely… whoever came up with this was one sick ticket…" she winced.
"Just rest kiddo, you've earned it…" he urged. She lay her head against his chest, letting him hold her tightly as she began to cry out the tears held back from the pain, and the stinging slaps that made her lip bruised and her face scratched. All she could do was just sit, and pray that they'd get out.
Something crackled, and Logan reached down to depress the comlink on his belt. "Yeah, who's there?"
"Wolverine? You're alive? Thank God… we thought…" came Kitty's voice. "You came all the way here to help me…"
"Pun'kin, you okay?" he asked. "Are you hurt…a re you…"
"I'm fine… thanks to Wisdom. But he's barely alive. Where the hell is everybody?"
Logan heard a whisper that sounded like Wisdom, and let escape a low growl. Jubilee had passed out, falling asleep against his shoulder thank God. She needed the rest. He lay her down so her head was pillowed on his lap and the rest of her body rested on the floor. "What was that?"
"S'cuse me mate, but you heard from Amanda or the others?"
"Nothing. Not a peep… just managed to find Cerise an' Khaos though. They're pretty bad off. Out like lights. Only reason I'm alive is cause my factor kicked in…" he mumbled.
"Kitty phased me while I disabled that nasty toy…"
"Pun'kin, where's Kurt an' the others?" Logan asked.
"I think we're on our own… I can't raise Amanda… and Captain Britain and Meggan…" Kitty trailed off. "Hold on… Pete, try them again…"
"Umm…" he groaned. "Hey, tinkertoy! Where are yuh! Sing out, mate!"
A crackle of static answered them. "I'll patch it through," Kitty said quietly. Logan depressed the X on the belt buckle, holding it close to his ear as he listened to the faint tinny voice.
"Selfriend is relieved you are all right…"
"Where's the silver bitch now?" asked Kitty slowly.
"Apparently she has not been able to detect us. I am scrambling this frequency… Meggan and Captain Britain are well, and Amanda is using her powers to jam their senses…"
"Where are you?" asked Kitty. "Should we come get you?"
"Stay where you are. Amanda is working up the energy to teleport…"
"Have her 'port the elf an' his lady. To where ya are. I'll bring Jubes an' meet up with Wisdom an' you Pun'kin… are ya in that room?" said Wolverine.
"I've locked it, Wolvie," said Kitty. "Don't come to us… we'll come to you. Stay put. And we'll help you with Cerise and Khaos. Amanda should stay where she is… and see if you can locate Kurt and the others…"
"Will do," Logan nodded. He heard the exit greeting and settled down to wait.