Logan entered Strykerʼs office, "Iʼll do it."
"Wonderful", he said quickly. "Iʼd like to take a few samples before you get to work, if
thatʼs alright."
"Yeah. I guess."
An hour later, Logan was dismayed to find that one of the "samples" Stryker wanted was
semen. He sat in the little room, unable to make anything happen for several minutes.
Despite the magazine heʼd been supplied and the many encounters he had stored in his
memory bank, he couldnʼt get it up.
Finally, he allowed himself to imagine Marie, naked, laying beneath him with her legs
wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her quivering mound...
He barely had time to aim his erection into the cup before he started cumming.
The next day, Stryker told him that everything "checked out", and that they would have
their first session tonight.
He immediately felt nervous.
Meanwhile, Marie knew that something was up when they provided her with shaving
cream and a razor for her daily bath. Of course, it came with a warning in the form of a
crackling stun gun, which her guard ominously pointed at her when she initially picked
up the razor.
An hour after her shower, Stryker led Logan to her cell door and stopped him, "You'll remember that she has the power to kill with her touch, so if you can find a way around that, it would be most helpful." Stryker handed him a full, capped syringe, "This is a suppression serum. I'd prefer this be a last resort since it would be better if the conception took place without her mutation being compromised. I want to be sure the fetus is viable, despite her capabilities."
Logan took the syringe and nodded, "Fine. I wanna let you know, I'm not gonna be watched like a lab rat. I'm wearin' a scrambler, and I'm gonna activate it once I get in there."
"But—but, how will we know—"
"You'll know when she turns up pregnant."
Without another word, Logan entered her cell and closed the door behind him.
Marie sat in the corner of the bed, watching him with wary eyes. He sat down across from her and placed the syringe on the table. Her eyes quickly went to the needle, "What's that?"
"A serum that'll render you powerless…if need be."
She shook her head in hatred and looked away, "I can't believe you…"
"Believe me or not, but I'm the lesser of two evils, darlin'."
"Don't call me that."
Logan sighed, "Look. This is the situation you're stuck in, kid. If I'm not the one you want to do the deed, fine…but the other guy ain't much of a picnic. I leave you to him, you might not survive."
She stood up, defiant, "It'd be better than having to fuck you!"
"HAVING to fuck me? Come on, darlin'…gimme a break."
Marie glared, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Logan shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned forward, "I could practically smell how much you wanted me in that diner."
*WHAP*
The sound of Marie's palm connecting with his cheek echoed through the small room. The only respond he gave was a tightening of his jaw, so Marie, in her anger, swung to slap him again.
Utilizing his quick reflexes, he caught her wrist. She immediately tried to hit him with her other hand, but he grabbed that hand as well, prompting her to begin a futile struggle against his unrelenting grip.
Logan gave her one good shake, "Cut it out! You're gonna hurt yourself!"
"Like you give a shit!"
"Despite what you think, I'm not a monster, Marie."
She glared and continued struggling, "Oh yeah?! Coulda fooled the hell outta me!"
Logan gave her another shake, "Marie, just stop it! You'd really rather die?"
"Yeah! And I'll take you with me!" she practically screamed as she tried to twist her wrist in an effort to get a bare hand on him. Luckily for Logan, his grip on her wrists was protected by the long sleeves of her night shirt.
He easily manipulated his grip to keep her from touching him by yanking her arms down and pinning her wrists behind her back, forcing her body to press flush against his. Their faces were mere centimeters apart as she continued to try to struggle away from him.
"Marie! I'm tryin' to help you!"
"Help me?! Fuck you!" she said as she spit in his face.
When he recovered from the force of her spit hitting his face, he gave her a look that stilled her struggles. That was the first time that Marie realized that she was dealing with a man who was a force to be reckoned with. Through all her struggles, she'd done nothing but succeed in bruising her own wrists. She'd fought with all of her might, and he hadn't even broken a sweat…he could rape her if he wanted to right now. Hell…he could probably snap her in half without having to use both hands.
Logan let out a breath in an attempt to calm himself as he stared into her eyes, "I know your powers are on…but I'm gonna count to three…and, if by the time I get to three, your powers are still activated, I'll leave you alone. If not…"
He didn't have to finish that sentence. They both knew exactly what would happen "if not".
Marie was panting from the exertion of her struggles as Logan slowly leaned in and whispered, "One…"
He stared into her eyes as he slowly leaned further in, "Two…"
She pursed her lips together as he leaned in so close that his lips were practically brushing hers, "Three…"
Her knees weakened as their lips connected. Despite her disdain for him and her fear concerning her situation, her body cried out in desire for him, and now, he was answering the call. Logan's lips moved against hers timidly at first, but when he realized that her powers weren't on, he practically began attacking her mouth with his.
Marie bit down on his bottom lip, which made him cry out and snatch away as she took advantage of his preoccupation to scramble away and move toward the opposite side of the room. Logan wiped the blood off of his lip and slowly stalked toward her as she began nervously backing further away.
He suddenly charged her and grabbed her, forcing her to the bed as she struggled against him. Somehow, he was able to force his hips between her legs and grind himself against her one good time. Marie's body involuntarily stilled as she felt him press against her core, creating a delicious friction that sparked a need within her.
A moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself, which caused Logan to take advantage of her stillness to kiss her neck. Marie whimpered and shook her head, but he continued kissing her neck and rubbing against her.
Before she knew it, her hands were free and he was violently gripping her body to his as he dry humped her against the bed. Logan kissed her hungrily as his hands quickly and greedily began groping at her breasts.
Her pushes against his chest slowly began to weaken, and her protests were growing fewer and further between as soft pants and moans began to interrupt her chants of "no" and "stop".
Marie's moans and soft pants spurred him on as he began ripping her clothes off from between them. He made sure not to lift his weight off of her too much so that she didn't have the chance to start fighting again, but it wouldn't matter anyways. Marie was so delirious with desire, she had almost completely forgotten where she was.
Logan began yanking down his pants as he reached under her night shirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties. With one strong pull, he successfully ripped her underwear off. Marie jumped and gasped against his mouth before he slowly began nipping at her bottom lip and opened his pants to free his erection.
He guided himself forward and lined himself up to her slick opening before suddenly thrusting himself inside. Marie arched as her hands flew out to grip something…anything.
The sensation of pain and pleasure collided, leaving her speechless and breathless. Logan stilled himself briefly before kissing his neck and slowly moving in and out of her body. Marie closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as she fought to maintain control of her body.
She could not enjoy this…she WOULD NOT enjoy this. No matter what, she couldn't allow her body to override the fact that her brain didn't want this.
As Logan laid another surprisingly tender kiss to her neck, a throaty moan escaped her lips, which prompted him to pick up his pace and kiss her neck again. Marie began panting harder and shaking her head.
"No…no…no…no", she whimpered, more to herself than to him as her body began creeping closer and closer to orgasm on its own accord.
Logan reached down and gripped her thigh as he lifted it up, angling her body so that he could penetrate deeper, which immediately threw her into the throes of a powerful orgasm.
She arched and bit her lip to keep from crying out as she climaxed hard. Logan shuddered against her as her walls gripped him tight, massaging him to his own, delicious orgasm.
Marie's body slowly relaxed underneath him as she turned her head to the side and covered her face. She couldn't believe her body had betrayed her…
Logan started to lean down and kiss her neck again, but she jerked, "Please…get off of me."
He stared at her for a while, then slowly moved out and from atop her.
Marie managed to wait until he had straightened up his clothes and left her cell before she curled up on the bed and wept softly.
The next night, Logan entered her cell.
The bruises she still bore from the night before reminded her that fighting his was futile, so she simply watched as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and began walking toward her. She also knew that a big part of her didn't WANT to fight him…since she grew wet at the sight of his bare chest when he yanked his shirt off.
Marie knew that she could use her powers on him, but even if she did, what would happen? Would guards rush in and knock her unconscious? Would he kill her?
She was in the middle of a highly secure facility…there's no way in hell she would escape.
When Logan approached her and pulled her body against his, she looked up into his eyes. He started to lean down to kiss her lips, but she turned her face away. He let out a quick sigh, then opted to lay kisses across her neck.
Logan felt her body relax ever-so-slightly beneath his touch, but he knew that he wouldn't get very far when it came to her participation, so he gave up and turned her around to push her against the bed until she was bent over on all fours.
She stayed still as he pushed up her nightshirt and slowly pulled down her panties. Marie struggled to remain motionless as he gently ran a hand over her slit, which he was surprised to find was rapidly moistening beneath his touch.
Logan licked his lips and let out a sharp breath as he dipped a finger into her tight folds and rested his other hand on her perfectly found ass.
Within moments, he'd thrust himself inside of her wet pussy and began eagerly driving in and out of her body. Marie gripped onto the bed as she struggled to keep from moaning as his movements forced her to jerk back and forth in time with his deep thrusts.
She managed to maintain control of her body until he reached between her legs and began playing with her clit. The gentle flick against the bundle of nerves forced a moan from her throat as she lowered her head slightly and bucked backwards against him.
Logan, who had been excited by her response to his attentions, began speeding up his pace and deepening his thrusts.
Marie couldn't help but whimper and pant as he forced her toward orgasm. He vigorously rubbed her clit for a few more minutes before she suddenly cried out and threw her head back, freezing as they both achieved a simultaneous, mind-blowing orgasm.
He rested his forehead against her back for a few moments before she shrugged him off of her and squirmed away, successfully disengaging from him.
Again, he stared at her for a few moments before dressing and leaving…and again, Marie curled into a ball and began crying on the bed.
Throughout the next ten days, Logan made Stryker-approved visits to Marie's cell.
They said very little to each other during the visits, but to Marie's shame, she achieved orgasm every single time.
Logan would start talking to her before and after visits. They weren't full-blown conversations by any means…but it was something. He'd make comments about random stuff…movies…the weather…favorite foods…anything that came to mind. Marie eventually stopped feeling the need to curl up in a ball and weep after his visits. She'd just lay there, quiet.
During one of the last visits, Logan had just finished fucking Marie against the door when he stood in the middle of her cell, putting his clothes back on.
She pulled her nightgown back on and sat on her bed, "What happens if it doesn't work?"
He was surprised she spoke to him. She had hardly said anything at all for a week.
Logan raised a brow and sighed, "They uhhhh….they'll give it a couple of months…but if you don't…well, they said that you'd be used for experiments."
Marie shuddered and crossed her arms against her chest. Logan took note of her worried demeanor, "I wouldn't worry too much about that. You're healthy. I'm healthy. It'll work."
Turns out, he was right.
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