Rehabilitation

Chapter 5 – Logan's Private Session

"Logan, tell me your most painful memory." The doctor said to the restrained, duct-taped, and chained-up Logan.

"Uh….I don't know. Having the metal taken out of my bones, having it put back in, I don't really like that much." He said. "It feels kinda like bein' stabbed everywhere at once."

"Mmmmhmmm." The Dr. Susan Jones said. "And how long have you been suffering delusions?"

SNIKT!

"Okay…." The doctor said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Are you married? Are you currently involved in a romantic relationship?" Dr. Jones asked.

"I think yer being a little too nosy." Logan said, growling slightly.

"I think you are a little too much like an animal to be here." The doctor said. "I voted to put you in the animal shelter."

Logan frowned. "State sent me there once, got fleas."

"Really? Did you like it there?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah. Jus' me and the animals. No Scott, no Cajun." Logan replied, scratching his chin with one claw. He sat up and took a sip of water from a glass on the table beside him.

"And just how long have you been jealous of Scott Summers?" Logan spat his water out and leapt at the woman, growling as he landed on the desk.

"I ain' jealous of that uptight son of a bitch!" He declared, growling again. "He's got one thing I want!"

The doctor, highly aroused by Logan's animalistic behavior, closed her legs and unbuttoned her coat, her revealing top showing her cleavage off to Logan. "And just what is that?"

"His ass." Logan said, smiling. "Y'should see the way the X-Women look at it. Hell, you should see the way I look at it."

Susan looked over his bulging musculature as he laid on the couch. "I more or less expected you to say 'Jean Grey-Summers,' considering your recent hostility with Mr. Summers over the woman."

"Oh, her too. But if I had his ass, she would probably come with it. She sure as hell ain' with that asshole for his sense of humor!" He replied. He sniffed the air. "Holy shit, I smell sex." Sitting up, he suggestively smiled at the doctor, who blushed and leaned on her desk, giving Logan a better view of her cleavage.

"Growl." Susan said aggressively.

Logan growled and stood up, unsheathing his claws and cutting one of the straps of her top. Susan stood up and sat on the edge of her desk, luring Logan to her. When he got close, she pinched his ass cheeks (my spell check says 'asscheek' isn't a word, haha), and looked suggestively into his eyes. "You have nothing to be jealous of…Now, GROWL FOR ME, BITCH!"

Shocked by her sudden change of demeanor, Logan did as she asked, then watched in utter horror as she pulled out a whip from her bottom drawer. "You've been a very bad boy, Logan!" She cracked the whip at him. "Very naughty indeed!"

"Uhhh…" Logan said, backing up. "Maybe should jus' stick to therapy?"

"Maybe I should stick this up your ass?" Susan replied, holding up an object that Logan could only describe as the true meaning of degradation. "Besides, if anyone were to find out about this…you'd get much worse in jail, sweetcheeks."

"Shit." Logan muttered.

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Five Hours Later…

Logan, Scott, and Remy were called into group counseling after Logan's private session with Susan Jones, the doctor from hell. Logan was thankful for his mutant healing capability when he finally sat down. He remembered the whip and shivered.

"Y alright, mon ami?" Remy asked.

Logan thought for a moment and then laughed at his own deviousness. "Hey Gumbo, when it's your turn, she's a damn good screw."

"Really?" Scott asked. "She actually slept with you?"

"Oh yeah, why the hell do you think group counseling got moved four hours?" Logan replied proudly. He couldn't wait to see Remy after a session like that; it would almost be worth the pain and humiliation he had to suffer.

"Alright." Susan said. "After some very complex tests, I have a few things to discus with all of you. First of all, Scott, I think you may need to exert your authority over Logan a little more."

"Really?" One thing Scott was unaccustomed to hearing was being told to be MORE strict.

Remy chuckled. "Don' drive dat damn stick up higher in Scottie's arse."

"Shut up, Remy." Scott barked. "You heard the lady." He looked over at Susan, who began to giggle. "Why are you laughing?" Scott saw the satisfied expression on Remy's face and rolled his eyes. "How are you doing that? Your hands, tongue, and lips are all in clear sight!"

Remy never looked away from Susan. "Toes, mon ami. Y'should learn dat dey got more uses dan just shovin' dem up Remy's ass when he misses trainin."

"But it's such an important use." Logan said. "Hey Slim, should we tell Rogue about Remy's little art project?"

"NON! NON! NON!" Remy said, panicked. "She gonna kill dis Cajun. D'ya want dat?"

"YES." Scott and Logan said in unison.

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Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Girl Interrupted, or Winona Ryder.

Next Chapter: 'Scott's Private Session'

Comment!

Tokyo Fox – There is something undeniably hilarious about horny mutants.

Inantiodromia – It sucks here. I've lost like, five pounds since I got here. Ick. Glad you laugh, the thought of almost making a complete stranger pee on themselves from laughing so hard amuses me.

BlkDiamond – Here's an update. And, as for Remy's painting, I am fairly sure that no man in Marvelverse could handle all that boob at once. Someone like Remy would die trying though.

utsuri – Yeah, poor Logan. The women's bathroom, probably one of the few places he is frightened of.

Revelations – Hope you enjoy this new chapter. This is a fun story to write.

Nicole Wagner – ahahahahaha, when Remy's session comes up, you get a special thank you. That's truly brilliant.