This story contains graphic sex so if you're under 18 get the *$@#!
outta here and wait a few years!  Sheesh, hold on to your youthful
innocence people!  Beat it Scram!  Okay for those of you who didn't
listen to me, what can I really do.  I did my best by you to insure the
purity of your thoughts. May God have mercy on your souls.

DISCLAIMER:  I have not, am not, and will never make a single dime off
this story.  It's purely for entertainment.  I don't own any of these
characters, they belong to Marvel, I have no right to them whatsoever
and am using them in my sick fantasies without permission. 

	The Queen's Revenge
By Wild Flame

	
	Logan's dark eyes opened groggily with growing awareness.  He 
suddenly realized that he was tightly shackled against a cold hard wall.  
The X-man strained against his bonds fiercely testing for weaknesses. 
Peering closely at his restraints, he noticed they were made of pure
adamantium.  Besides being one of the strongest metals known to man, it
was also extremely expensive.  His chains had enough of the stuff to run
a small country for years.
	"Who's got that kind of cash," Logan grumbled under his breath.
	A door slid softly open and a bewitching red-head stepped into the
shadowed room.  She wore an enchanting black gown that slid like butter
along her long sleek legs.
	"Jean," Logan called to the shadowy woman.  Then he fully caught 
her scent. "What's this about Madelyne?"
	Madelyne Pryor stepped slowly and purposely toward the bound man.  
A dim ray of moon light from a small, barred window fell across her low
cut cleavage.
	"What do you think this is about Wolverine?"
	"What have you done with the-"
	"I don't have any of the other X-men," she said, cutting him off.
	Madelyne stood directly in front of him now, a slender hand rose to 
his temple and brushed back a strand of his wild mane that had fallen into
his eyes.  A small, wicked grin played on her full lips as she took a
long look over him.
	"What the hell do you-," but Madelyne's long graceful finger pressed
against his lips.
	"Shhhhhh....." she told him, the smile spreading wider.
	"You better spill it lady," Logan growled menacingly, ignoring her 
odd behavior.  Instead of answering, she leaned into him, grasping fist
fulls of his thick black hair and pulling his face toward hers.  Her
lips stopped suddenly, centimeters from his.  Her clear green eyes
stared teasingly into his as she, ever so lightly, brushed her lips
against his.
	"Don't play games with me frail," he snarled. "If there's one thing 
I _really_ hate it's head games!"
	Madelyne smiled sweetly, then proceeded to trace a line down Logan's
neck with the tip of her tongue.  Wolverine jerked against his chains,
knocking the red head back, throwing her to the floor.
	She shot up, glaring at him through the rivers of fire that tumbled
over part of her face and over her shoulders.
	"With manners like that, no wonder Miss "ever so perfect Jean Grey" 
was sick of you," Madelyne sneered.
	"You better watch yer lip, woman, fore' I cut it off."
	"Tell me Logan, what was it about that twit you found so appealing?"
Madelyne pretended to think hard and long over her question with mock
sincerity.  "Oh I know, must have been the body."
	"Frail, you're getting on my _last_ nerve."
	"Think so?  Nah, not yet at least," the red-head slinked along Logan's
side and began stroking the sides of his face, running her fingers
through his side burns and up into his mane.  
	The muscles on Logan's chest tensed up and her began to strain ever 
the more against his binds.  Madelyne ran her fingers over his straining
chest, then curled her fingers seductively behind his neck.  "You know
you're most attractive when you're moving.  When you're fighting.  Truly
poetry in motion you know."
	With every word she came closer to his face, every exhale from her
lungs beat down on his neck.  Slowly she licked the side of his face,
starting from his jaw bone and working to the side of his eye.  "Let's
see what you're made of before I go making any decisions about you
though."
	With the flash of thought, Madelyne released the shackles that had
pinned Logan to the wall.  Not missing a beat, Logan leapt to the side
wall, bound off up it, then  sped toward the woman in mere seconds.  
A TK force shield slammed into him, crushing his body against the far
wall.  Without hesitation, Logan agilely leapt forward once more, claws
fully extended.  His, would be, fatal blow froze inches from her neck,
just like every muscle in his body.  She had suspended him in the air,
mid strike.  His body was tense and fully outstretched.
	"See what I mean," Madelyne cooed as she ran her fingers over his
paralyzed body.  She pressed her palms against his outstretched chest
and pulled her hand along the length of his body, stopping just above
his belt line.  She took a moment to admire her breathing snap shot, all
the while, absently stroking his inner thigh.  "Now stop fighting me
Logan."
	With a sharp movement of her hand she released her telekinetic hold 
on him and he fell to the ground with a resounding thud.  A guttural snarl
emanated from his soul as his claws once again snapped out.  A mere
thought hurled him into the ceiling, allowing him to fall 8 feet to the
ground.  Without respite Madelyne reached forcibly into his mind and
pulled out all the severe traumas that Logan had experienced and had
been unfortunate enough to bury.
	Logan howled at the experience as she battered him again and again. 
Stumbling, his claws retracted automatically as he clutched his head. 
Telekentically, Madelyne "locked" his claws down and watched him slump
into a heaving pile on the floor.
	The red head scooped his head into her lap and stroked his sleek raven
colored hair.  "You shouldn't be fighting me," she cooed into his barely
comprehending ear.  "I wouldn't do this to you if you stopped fighting
me, Logan."   
	He opened his eyes and gazed up at her as though he were in a daze.  
A scowl sank deeper into his countenance.  Madelyne held him pinned to the
floor with a TK shield.  "Moody, aren't you," she laughed softly.
	He began to struggle against her telekinetic hold.
	"That's not going to work," Madelyne stated with a great deal of
amusement. "There are some people, even _you_ can't beat."
	"What, like you," Logan snarled sarcastically.
	"Like me," she echoed, lowering her lips upon his and forcing her
tongue into his mouth.  
	She pulled herself beside him and twined her tongue around his.  Logan
attempted to jerk his head away, but Madelyne insistently placed her
hands on either side of his face pushed her self deeper into his mouth.
	"Don't fight me, Logan," she implored as she pulled his arms over his
head and telekentically pinned them there.
	"Have you lost yer blazen mind," Logan demanded.  "You go and fli-hmph" 
	She slid her tongue into his mouth again as she used her telekinesis 
to rip apart his tunic.  Madelyne then pulled her lips down the corner of
his mouth, tracing a line toward his chin.  Stopping to suck on his chin
for a few moments, she continued to trace a line down his neck, stopping
at his Adam's apple, then progressing down onto his bare heaving chest. 
With one hand Madelyne began massaging the bulge that had started
growing in his groin.
	Logan's coherent thought began to slip away as Madelyne mentally
accessed the pleasure center in his brain and amplified his sensation
ten fold.  With her free hand she seductively combed through his hair,
her tongue flicking at his nipples as she straddled him.  The sides of
her dress spilled over her legs.  Under her little lace panties she
could feel his rock hard erection pushing against the fabric of his
pants.  Within a few movements Madelyne had released Logan's rock hard
cock from its prison, begun sliding it over the opening of her slick
cunt and was now biting down into the flesh of his shoulder.
	A soft moan escaped him as she slowly rubbed the head of his cock
around her dripping vagina.  She rubbed her juices down his shaft and
softly massaged them into his sac.  As she focused more intently on
teasing him, her telekinetic hold slackened and without warning Logan's
hand shot out and pulled her toward him, allowing his searing member to
slide easily into her wet cunt.
	He rolled on top of her, emitting a low, feral, growl as he bit into
her left nipple through the silk dress.  With primal fury he pumped into
her hard and fast.  He tore back the top of her dress, revealing her
full breasts and hard little nipples.  He enveloped one of her tits in
her mouth and began to suck harder and harder with every forceful stroke
of his cock.
	He felt so good with in her.  The savageness, yet control of the way 
he fucked her was so different from Scott, or Alex, or even Sebastion. 
Oooooo, she hoped she could be there when Jean found about what her dear
old "friend" has been up to lately.
	A gasp involuntarily escaped her lips and she realized she had 
broken out in a sweat.  Damn, the feral beast definitely wasn't half bad! 
Logan's sharp canines bit into the lobe of her ear and his steaming hot
breath was burning into his ear as he exhaled deeply.  She could feel
herself starting to cum, but she sensed that Logan was at the brink as
well.  Couldn't have that. Not for what she had planned.  
	Logan continued to pump into her relentlessly.  Madelyne raked her
finger nails deep into his back as she hit her orgasm, causing her to
scream aloud in her ecstasy.  Before Logan could respond, the red head
hurled him away from her and into the back wall.  There his original
shackles consumed him and held him tightly against the cold dank wall. 
In the next instant a near by bucket flew toward him and dumped its icy
contents over him.
	"What the blazes-" Wolverine gasped.  "What kind of sick twisted-"
	"Me," Madelyne asked innocently, cutting him off.  "Who was it that 
was plummeting into me a few moments ago."
	"You are insane!"
	Madelyne telekentically fixed the ripped fabric of her dress and
adjusted herself to the state she was in when she first walked into the
cell.  Then she proceeded to kiss the shivering, wet, mutant, deeply. 
"You're mine now Logan.  As much as you hate that, it's true.  Now and
forever, you're mine.  And I promise you we'll finish this another
time."
	"In yer twisted dreams ya-" But he was telepathically cut off from 
his voice.
	"Hush, pet.  I can make you do whatever I want.  Sooner you realize
that the happier you'll be.  Not that I mind the fight you put up."  The
wicked little smile returned to her lips.  She began stroking the side
of his face. "If it's any consolation, you were very good. 
Unfortunately, I've got a very important meeting right now, pet.  We
_will_ finish this soon.  I promise."  She looked down at his still hard
erection approvingly.
	Without a second glance at his shivering form, Madelyne strolled out 
of the freezing chamber, accentuating the flow of her hips as she moved. 
The door slid closed and Logan was left in shadowy, dank, silence once
more.