X-Men: The Apartment

The Apartment Part 1: Logan and Jubilee

"Please," Jubilee whined.

Logan sighed as she took another shirt out of his closet. "Don't whine like a little child if ya don't wanna be treated like one," he said.

"But Logan…I want to go with you and Remy and Rogue to Warren's apartment," Jubilee sat on his bed, pouting. Logan sighed. He was getting extremely tired of this. "Jubes, I told ya, ya really don't wanna do this," he said exasperated. "You got no idea what goes on there. I don't want you to walk into something you can't handle, 'cause it would be my fault for bringin' ya there."

"But I already know what happens there. Warren told me himself after he got back the one time. And I got horny listening to him describe what Betsy did to him. I want that stuff done to me. Please," Jubilee begged again. And stuck her lower lip out in a pout.

Logan stared at Jubilee for a long moment, then dove for her in a sudden move and captured her lower lip between his teeth. He bit down just hard enough to leave a mark in her lip and growled around his teeth, "Ya wanna have all that done ta you?"

Jubilee felt those teeth sinking firmly into her lip. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes. I do."

Logan reached down between her legs, pushed her skirt up, and pulled the bottom of her panties away from her sex. He slid his hand inside the thin cotton. Damn, she was wet. He reached a little higher, seized the tiny nub of flesh inside its protective hood, and eased the hood back as he squeezed. Jubilee gasped in pain. Logan grinned wolfishly at her, but his voice was serious. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh…oh…yessss…" Jubilee was sucking in air to keep from crying out. Logan felt another rush of warmth from her body as he increased the pressure. And again. And again.

Jubilee's thighs were shaking. Small, strangled gasps were escaping between her tightly clenched teeth. Her hands gripped his wrist tightly, trying to push it out from under her skirt to release the pressure on her throbbing clit. She might as well have tried to move stone. Logan's hand wasn't going anywhere.

He increased the pressure another tiny bit, and was rewarded by the beginning of a tear in her eyes. "Logan," she croaked hoarsely. "Oh, God, Logan…" He increased the pressure again, and her control broke. Her head went back on her neck and she cried out in pain.

He leaned forward, never releasing the tight pinch he had on her clit. "How about this," he said. "Can you bear this pinching, this pain, on your clit for an hour?"

Jubilee gasped. There were bright red stars of pain behind her eyelids, but her cunt was juicing frantically now, and she desperately wanted something to fill her aching hole. "Yes," she whimpered frantically. "Oh, God, yes. Logan, pinch harder, harder!" And she screamed in pleasure and pain as his fingers tightened. Her hips bucked frantically, and finally, finally, she came with his fingers squeezing her clit so hard it was a fiery pain between her legs.

Logan released her clit, and now she went through another convulsion, another mini-orgasm, as blood rushed back to the abused piece of flesh. He stood looking down at her as she trembled with the last vestiges of her orgasm. "Maybe you can," he muttered. Without warning, he told her, "Take off your panties."

Jubilee shimmied out of them. Logan reached down, feeling her tits to see if she had a bra on. Without being told to, she tugged her t-shirt up off her body and unclasped her bra, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes. He grinned. "Put yer shirt back on," he commanded her. "Without the bra." She did so, feeling a fluttery feeling of excitement start way down in the pit of her stomach.

"Let's go meet Gumbo and Rogue," he said abruptly. Jubilee yelped in joy and hurried after him, careful to keep her skirt down so no one would see her bare pussy. She had started shaving her pussy mound the year before, when she came back from college, because Logan liked feeling bare skin. They had confined their sexual activity to gentle lovemaking, but Jubilee hungered for more. She wanted Logan on her, in her, dominating her. She wanted to cum from the pain and pleasure she experienced at his hands. She wanted to see that wild, animal look in his eyes when he became aroused. She'd seen it one night after going out with Remy and Rogue, and had wondered what they could do with each other that would bring out that wild, predatory, feral, animal side to him.

Remy and Rogue were already out in the truck. "In the back, next to Rogue," Logan said roughly to her, and Jubilee obeyed.

"She comin' wit' us, Logan?" Remy asked before starting the truck.

"Yeah," Logan took a drag on his cigar before answering. "She said she wanted ta see what we was doin'. An' Warren gone an' told her all about the apartment, an' what we do there, so I figure it's time ta see if she really can take it, or if she's just all mouth." He half-turned toward the back. "Rogue bein' quiet tonight."

"She not allowed to speak, Logan," Remy said, grinning. 'She cussed me out today. I tell her not to say a word all day, an' all tonight until we get her punishment done." In the seat beside Jubilee, Rogue trembled a little. "An' she got to concentrate on not comin' till I say she can," Remy said. "She's so horny. I walked inta her room an' fin her with de magazine open on her bed, an' she got her toy stuffed up her hole. Without my permission. So she gettin' punish for dat too."

"She has to have your permission to come? But that's…"

"It's called control, darlin'," Logan drawled at her. "I think it's a good idea fer you too. Ya don't got a lotta self discipline o' yer own, so maybe I oughtta punish it in ya, hey? Here's yer rules er tonight. Yer not allowed ta say nothin' but 'Yes Master Logan' and screamin' from now on. The word 'No' ain't permitted. Ya got some punishment comin' a'ready fer whinin' like a spoiled brat earlier; don't make it any worse on yerself."

Jubilee pouted. "But that's not fair! I didn't even know you were going to hold it against me, so how was I supposed to know I wasn't supposed to whine? And at least it got me out here with you!" She sat back in her seat.

If Rogue had been allowed to talk, she would have told Jubilee that she'd just gotten in a whole world of trouble. As it was, she just sighed and squirmed a little on the dildo buried in her cunt and strapped there by Remy's hands.

Logan looked at Remy. "How many words was that?"

"Thirty-eight." Remy grinned maliciously.

Logan turned to Jubilee. "You just bought yerself thirty eight strokes with a whip, girl, for speakin' outta turn. Want to add anymore with that?"

"I what?" Jubilee yelped. Logan grinned wider.

"Forty now. Keep rackin' em up, girl."

Jubilee clamped her lips on the rest of her words. "Yes, Master Logan." She sat back in her seat, stung by the unfairness of it, but unwilling to extend her punishment. So she took refuge in her usual way of expressing displeasure; she crossed her arms and pouted.

"Attitude, attitude, mon ami ," Remy clucked disapprovingly. "Need to break her o' dat too."

Logan looked in the rearview mirror. "Jubes. Put your arms down at your sides, like a proper young lady. Straighten your back. See how Rogue's sittin'? That's how a well-trained slave sits. Sit like that."

Jubilee sat up, folded her hands in her lap, and tried to look as prim and buttoned up as Rogue currently did. Then, when she thought Logan wasn't looking, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the back of his head.

Logan turned real quick. "Now ya bought yerself a gag and a blindfold, too," he said. "Ya better learn; don't stick yer tongue out 'less yer gonna use it."

Jubilee, somewhat apprehensive about the way Logan was looking at her with that mean smile, shut up and sat on the seat like Rogue was sitting. They were all quiet for a while, then, as Remy turned the truck into a parking lot, the rear tire hit the curb, jarring everyone. Rogue gave a yelp as the dildo strapped into her body jammed itself up against her cervix.

Remy sighed. "And we were doin' so well, Rogue. Ah, well. Guess you really like dat wire whip, non ?"

Rogue's eyes widened, and she closed her mouth. Jubilee looked at her apprehensive look, and wondered what Remy would use that would make her look like that.

The two men led the way into the building, and stopped in front of a door. Remy produced a key and they went inside.

* * *

Logan took Jubilee straight over to one corner of the room. "Strip and kneel," he said gruffly, opening a cabinet and looking inside. Jubilee couldn't see what he was looking for, but she knew she probably wasn't going to like it. She removed her clothes and put them on a nearby table, then knelt on the floor and watched him.

Logan took two things from the cabinet and went to stand by her. "Now, there are some rules you need to know," he said to her. "One. A submissive, that's you, never looks up at the Master or Mistress unless ordered ta do so. The rest of the time yer ta look at the floor." He watched as her eyes dropped obediently to the floor. "Good girl." He ran a hand caressingly through her hair, something she'd always loved, and he watched as she leaned into the caress, her hand coming up to touch his. "Two. Ya move only when ordered ta. If I tell ya ta kneel, ya kneel until I give ya permission ta rise. I don't care how numb yer feet an' legs get. This isn't about yer comfort, this is about my pleasure." He sat down on the table, looking at the kneeling girl. "Jubilee, look at me for a second." She did. "Step out of role for a moment. This apartment," he waved his hand to include the entire place, "It's about selfishness. We're out there, day after day, bein' selfless, fighting to keep safe a world that don't want us. It takes a lot of courage ta do that. But we're also human bein's. We can be selfish 'bout what we want sometimes. This little playground is a way fer us ta express that. Not many of us can put aside our selfish sides and be a submissive. Bein' submissive, Jubes, means puttin' yer master's needs and wants an' desires first, an' yers second. Can ya do that? Think only 'bout what I want, what I need, from ya, an' not think 'bout whether yer body hurts, or whether yer happy at the moment?"

Jubilee was touched by the look of concern in his eyes. "Yes, Logan, I can," she said, sincerity in her voice.

Logan slid off the table to look directly in her eyes. "Jubes," he said, "Think 'bout what ya just said. Now think 'bout me. Ya know me better'n anybody at the mansion. Ya know what I'm like, way deep inside. So can ya also accept that sometimes, my desire might be ta make ya cry, make ya scream, make you beg for me to stop hurtin' ya? I got a naturally dominant nature, Jubes, an' sometimes when the rage gets a hold o' me all I wanna do is strike out an' hurt someone. Gumbo knows 'bout that side o' me. So does Rogue. I been takin' my aggression out on her all these years, 'cause she can handle it. Will ya be able ta handle it if I take it out on you? If yer not, let me know. Ya can still be mine, but I'll let Gumbo know ya can't fill all o' my needs, an' he an' Rogue'll continue lettin' me use them." He sighed. "The reason I'm askin', Jubes, is cause I know what Bastion done ta ya. I don't wanna hurt ya like that. I don't wanna look in yer eyes when we wake up tomorrow back at the mansion an' see hatred, or fear, in there. So think carefully. Can ya handle me?"

Jubilee bit her lip. "You, yes," she said. "But Logan…there are some things I can't stand because they remind me of Bastion. If I tell you, can you promise not to use them on me?"

Logan nodded. 'There ain't nothin' in here gonna hurt ya past what Hank can't fix, but yeah, if somethin' brings up bad memories, I'll stop right away. Is that all right?"

"Yes," Jubilee said, and she hugged him tightly, unexpectedly. "What do you have there?" she said after a moment, peeking over the edge of the table.

"Back into role," Logan said, as he went to the table. Jubilee returned to her kneeling position with her hands laced in her lap, and by the time Logan returned to her he was back into role as well.

The first thing she felt was his hands buckling a heavy leather collar around her slim throat. Then he buckled leather straps around her wrists and ankles. When that was done, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her mouth opened. "Stay like that," he said gruffly. "Stick your tongue out." Jubilee did so. "Farther," he said. She thrust her tongue out as far as she could. "Good girl," he said. He brought forward two thin wooden sticks, trapped her tongue between them, and pushed them back down her tongue until the ends were against her back teeth. She clamped down on them with her teeth, holding them in place while he fastened straps on them and ran them around her head. When he was done, and stepped back, her tongue protruded helplessly from her gagged mouth. He smiled, and it was a cruel smile, as he stepped out of the way so she could look at her reflection in the mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Jubilee stared at her reflection for a moment, at the string of saliva that trickled from the corner of her mouth because she could no longer swallow, and lowered her eyes.

Logan snapped a leash to her collar, and tugged. She started to rise, but Logan snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor, and she understood. She crawled after him to another corner of the apartment, where chains hung from the ceiling with hooks on the end, and stood at his command. He locked her wrist cuffs together, then draped them over a hook at the end of a chain, and went to a button on the wall. As he held it down, the chain pulled her inexorably upwards until she was stretched taut between the chain and her toes' tenuous contact with the floor. She saw herself in the mirrors; she couldn't help it, they were everywhere…and she looked so deliciously slim and helpless. Her breasts jutted out from her chest; her stomach was pulled into a sharply concave curve, and her ribcage rose. Her skin was taut from the pull.

Logan stood there for a moment, and Jubilee forgot her helpless position, forgot the tenseness of her body, forgot her trapped tongue and drooling mouth. All she could see was Logan's look of animal lust, and she heard his growl of raw desire rumble in his chest. He found her desirable. She would have smiled if she could, but instead, she backed her toes against the floor and squared her shoulders proudly.

Logan wanted to screw her right then and there. God, she had just realized what she looked like, and she was proud of it! She had steadied her breathing and squared her shoulders. His little pet knew she looked good to hi, and wanted to look better. She wanted to please him. He stepped in, trailing his fingers across the smooth skin under her ribcage, then dropped a light kiss on her sharply-defined shoulder blades. The kiss turned into a nibble, the nibble turned into a bite, and Logan's lust rose as his teeth broke her skin and her sweet, hot blood filled his mouth. God, he loved her. Wanted her. Needed her.

He went to a cabinet along the wall, took out a length of black silk, and placed it over her eyes. "Remember the face ya made in the car?" he whispered. "If ya kept yer temper, ya might still have the use of yer mouth, yer tongue, yer eyes. But ya didn't so I have ta gag an' blindfold ya. It will drive ya insane, not bein' able ta see when the whip is comin' ta mark yer flesh, not bein' able ta see where it's gonna land, not bein' able ta brace yerself fer its sharp, bitin' pain. But you'll still be able ta scream. Of course yer tongue'll wiggle; I didn't clamp its tip. But ya won't be able ta swallow yer screams. I'm gonna hear every delicious moan an' cry an' whimper yer gonna make. Remember that." And he leaned forward, capturing her helpless tongue in his own mouth and licking it quickly before stepping back and bringing a long single-tailed dog whip forward with a sharp whistle. "One. One of forty." He walked around her, studying her body.

Jubilee shrieked shrilly in surprise as the whip impacted with her concave belly. She hadn't expected that he would just start, she'd been expecting that she would have some warning…but he wanted to hear her cry in surprise, and pain, that was the whole point of the blindfold, wasn't it? So she hung there, trembling slightly, waiting for the next lash to fall.

It did, with the same suddenness, across her buttocks. She howled, her right leg rising off the floor, coming up under her buttock to try and reach the burning welt. Logan chuckled. "Two. That's a good girl," he said. "Learned that already, did ya? The dancin' helps the pain." He licked her tongue again. "Dance all ya want," he said into her ear.

By five Jubilee was swinging from her hands, her legs drawn up under her to protect her vulnerable buttocks from the burning kiss of the whip. By ten her screams had become loud enough to distract Remy from what he was doing with Rogue, and he came over to watch Logan giving Jubilee her first whipping. By twenty there were darker patches on the silk where her tears were soaking the fabric, and she was whimpering and sobbing helplessly between strikes.

He paused then, and went over to her. He touched the hard little bumps of her nipples, already marked by two strokes over each tiny bud, and ran a finger over the marks. Then he bent a little and licked each nipple gently, caressingly, teasing them with his tongue and fingers as her sobs of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure. Her sex, when he slid a hand between her thighs, was wet with her juices. Logan smiled. His little submissive pet was enjoying this. He'd never felt her get this wet from their regular lovemaking.

He stepped back and resumed her whipping. Twenty-five. Thirty. The pause had allowed the pain from the previous welts to fade a little, and he knew that she would feel the new ones all the more acutely. And she was; her dancing was frantic now. Her toned, muscular legs were moving incessantly now, kicking as she screamed. He stopped at thirty-five, waited for her body to stop its frantic thrashing, then he moved in. Her tongue was raw around its base where the dowels compressed the flesh, but she wasn't bleeding there yet. She had tried to keep her tongue still, tried to suppress the urge to draw it back into her mouth. He was impressed. Ororo, the first time he'd put the tongue gag on her, had tried in vain to pull her tongue out of the hard grip of the dowels and had been bleeding heavily from her mouth after he'd finished her whipping. And he'd only struck her twenty times, and much more easily than he was hitting Jubilee. This was a punishment whipping; Ororo had gotten an initiation whipping. They were different.

"Thirty-five," he said, watching her face as he said that. He'd been keeping count, counting each stroke aloud. Time would come when she'd have to count each one, and thank him for it, but that would come with training. For now, he'd count for her. "Yer doin' so good, my good little girl. But ya have ta be brave now, 'cause I'm goin' ta put the last five on yer cunt." He dropped the whip, pulled another hook-and-chain down from the ceiling, and hooked it on her ankle cuff. He could see her thigh muscles bunching, trying to keep her balance on only one foot with the rest of her body so tightly stretched, and smiled. Such a good little pet. He hooked the other ankle, heard her cry of despair as her feet left the floor, and pulled on the other chains until she was doing the splits in front of him and her glistening pinkish-red cunt gaped wide for him. He had to fight the urge to fuck her right there; she looked so desirable.

He tore his eyes away from the soft pink fleshy folds issuing a blatant invitation to his cock and picked up the whip. He'd have to go carefully here. Not too much force. He couldn't whip her cunt with impunity the way he did Rogue; Jubilee didn't have Rogue's mutant invincibility.

He swung the whip a few times, judging the distance carefully, then swung. The first stroke left a deep pink welt on her right cunt lip; Jubilee screamed in shock and pain, and the wetness on her labia became more pronounced. He struck the left cunt lip, with the same result. Jubilee was screaming now, but he could hear a note of pleasure creeping into her voice now. He snapped the whip a little further back, hitting the thin, sensitive skin of her perineum, the area between her cunt and her asshole. She cried out, and then to his surprise, her hips surged forward, the muscles tensing as she forced herself into a full one-eighty split to offer her cunt for him. "Uhhh…!" she cried.

It was the first coherent sound he'd heard from her. He was about to tell her he was going to add extra strokes to her punishment when the significance of that word hit him. More. Jubilee wanted more.

He'd give her exactly what she wanted. He aimed carefully, this time for the tender, flared pink insides of her cunt, and was rewarded by her jumping in her bonds and screaming as the whip struck the inner walls of her inner lips. The tip of the whip came away from the redness reluctantly, and he saw the wetness on the tip. Jubilee was close to cumming from the pain and pleasure of her whipping.

He stepped in close to her, raised his hands, released the straps that held the tongue gag in place. Her tongue remained outside her mouth until he tossed aside the gag and sucked her tongue into his mouth, nipping on the end. "Ask me for what you want, slave," he growled sensually into her mouth before he released the blindfold and stepped back.

Jubilee blinked as the silk fell from her eyes. Her body ached. She was sore all over. Her hands had gone numb from lack of circulation; when she was down off here, she was going to be in hell from the returning blood. The corners of her lips hurt from stretching around the dowels.

And she didn't care.

Her one overriding concern right now was the throbbing fire in her loins. She had hung and screamed from the whipping, but even as she sobbed with the pain her cunt had been juicing. Every time she slapped her thighs together she had felt more cunt juice slide down her leg. When Logan had told her he was going to whip her cunt she had almost come right then and there from anticipation of the pain. She stretched her thighs apart now, offering her helpless sex flesh up for him to ravage. "I need to be whipped on my pussy," she whimpered, not knowing how a slave went about begging for the whip but knowing she had to try. "Please, Master Logan, please whip my pussy!"

"Please Master Logan will you whip your cunt," Logan growled. "Your body is mine. I own you now. And you know it. So call it what it is; my cunt!"

"Please Master Logan!" Jubilee screamed desperately. "Please, please whip your cunt!"

He obliged. And it was so much easier to be able to see the whip coming up, to brace herself for the impact and thrust her hips out for the whip. It landed with a dull smack right against her clit, and Jubilee screamed in pleasure. "Forty," she heard Logan say, as if from a distance, but she didn't realize the punishment was over, she only knew that the heat in her loins was so close to the surface, just a few more…

"Please Master Logan whip your cunt!"

Logan froze, amazed. And Remy came from the shadows behind Logan, swept the whip from his hand, and laid it right onto Jubilee's clit as Logan watched. "Again!" Jubilee screamed. "Harder, oh, please, harder, I need the pain, oh God, I want it please hit me harder! "

Remy obliged, smashing the whip into Jubilee's clit again, driving the throbbing bundle of sexual nerves deep into her pubic bone with each stroke. Logan watched as the flesh swelled and Jubilee's clit popped out from its hood. Remy grinned and swung the whip one more time.

SNAP! The very tip of the whip exploded against Jubilee's clit with a sound like a gunshot. The already swollen nub split, and blood suddenly appeared on her labia and the tip of the whip, but Jubilee didn't care, she was cumming, so hard and so fast, and she heard herself screaming Logan's name in pleasure and pain as stars exploded across the back of her tightly-closed eyes.

Remy dropped the whip, and he and Logan both ran forward, catching her body in their arms as she shook and spasmed, each movement straining her hip joints until Logan was almost sure she was going to dislocate her hips. The two men held her for a long time, until she finally came down off her sexual high and returned to the agony that was her abused body.

"Oh, God," and her voice was a hoarse, raspy whisper due to the screaming she had done. Her breasts and belly were coated with the drool she'd spilled while her mouth was held open and gagged. "I hurt, I hurt, please, Master Logan, if it's your wish please let me down…"

Remy supported her as Logan released her ankles, and then her wrists, and then they lowered her to the floor. She clung to Logan's shirtfront, sobbing and whimpering with the intensity of her experience, and Logan sat down on the floor with her in his lap and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Shh, Jubes, my good girl, my very good girl, ya were so brave, yes…Oh, God, I love ya more'n ever now, oh, ya held up wonderfully…Ssshhh…you did good for a first time, better than Ororo did…"

Jubilee raised her tear-streaked face to see his. "Really? I did good? I wasn't supposed to speak except to call your name, and I suppose you'll want to punish me for that, but Logan, God, you were hitting my pussy…I mean, you were hitting your cunt and I was on fire, I needed more, oh God…"

"Sshh." Logan stroked her sweat-soaked hair. "No more today. You need time to absorb it all. Let's go watch Rogue and Gumbo for a little bit. He was watching through most of this, so Rogue didn't get any attention at all. She must be feeling left out now. Remy's going to fix that problem. Wanna go see?" Jubilee was about to answer when they heard Rogue scream in absolute, mind-shattering agony, and Jubilee turned in his arms to see what Remy was doing to her to produce that level of pain in her voice. Logan helped her to her feet, and held her to his side as they went to sit on a couple of chairs to watch Remy punish Rogue.

END

Hope you all enjoyed reading this! Please, please review if you did. I welcome all feedback, even the feedback that says I'm a twisted little woman for making up such a story! Look for more. After all, with all those people in the mansion, more of them have to have kinky tastes, right? * wink *

Next up: 'The Apartment Part 2: Remy and Rogue'