The Gift

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The Gift

by Dizi and Jaenelle Angelline

Chapter 2

"That is better." Ororo nodded in satisfaction. They were not the most flattering of clothes, but at least Freckles was now decently covered. Eyeing the old sweatpants and t-shirt of Kitty's, she decided it would do until they could take her shopping. "Do you not feel better?"

She tugged at the clothes, not thinking to explain how strange she felt in such garments. She was unused to 'normal' clothes, or any at all, and her only concern was if Master wanted to touch and could not. But if these clothes were what Master wanted...

"Come," Ororo gestured to the doorway. "It is time for supper. I believe food will be good for you, child. It would not take much for you to become only skin and bones."

She followed the tall dark-skinned woman to a large dining room, as she was instructed. While the woman took a seat she knelt beside her Master.

Charles looked down at her in surprise. "Aren't you hungry?"

She stared at him, torn. She knew he wanted an answer but didn't know what to say, how to respond... She wanted what Master wanted.

"Don't you want to sit down and eat?" he clarified.

She asked timidly, "Is that what Master wants?"

Sighing, Logan stood so he could see the young woman on the floor. "You," he said commandingly, pointing at her. "Stand up."

On her feet in an instant, she faced him. This she understood.

"Sit there," he pointed at the empty seat across from him and Remy beside Scott, and waited until she had done it before continuing. "At meals, you are ta sit an' eat with everyone else. That's what yer Master wants. Do ya understand?"

She nodded looking back and forth between him and the Master, who nodded reassuringly.

"You gotta tell her yer wishes if ya don't think she's actin' like ya expect. She don't know and probably won't do nothin' if she ain't sure." he explained, taking his seat again.

"This is most complex." Charles muttered, taking a bite.

"Nah, it's too easy. She does what ya tell her or what ya tell her ya expect a her. Now she knows what ya want that's what she'll do."

Remy made a disgusted sound and they all started eating. When she didn't touch the food going around the table except to pass it along when asked, Scott kindly filled her plate, not wanting to make an issue of it. He ignored her using her fingers most of the time but surreptitiously indicated the utensils to her, touching her hand and showing her by example what was expected. Which worked most of the time.

Enthusiastic to get started on his new 'project' Hank started the conversation. "The... gentleman, for lack of a better word... indicated Freckles has a healing factor. I am most curious to determine its strengths. Monitoring her current injuries should be a good beginning toward that objective."

"Yes, of course," Charles mused. "Logan would have had them healed before we could have seen them, correct?"

"Usually," Hank confirmed and Logan nodded. "Depending on the severity."

"Freckles, why did they do that to you? Did you do something wrong?" Bobby asked. He knew it was morbid but couldn't help his curiosity. It was like knowing there had been a car crash. You didn't want to see but couldn't help looking.

She continued eating alternating her attention between the Master, her plate, and Scott.

When Charles spoke her attention instantly focused solely on him. "My dear, he was speaking to you. YOU are 'Freckles' and are to respond appropriately when spoken to by that name. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Turning her head between Charles and Bobby she tried to remember what was said. It was hard to keep track of so many people, but it was what Master wanted... "Master wanted to."

To be sure she had understood the question, Betsy reiterated, "Did you disobey?"

She turned to face the direction the new person was in. "Master wanted to."

"You were punished like that for no reason?" Scott asked in surprise. He had always understood it was a 'punishment' and there was SOME reason. "Don't you feel anything about that?"

Unsure what they wanted from her as she had already explained, she stated, "Master wanted to."

Wanting to get past a subject they really couldn't understand, Logan narrowed his eyes at her, taking in her appearance. She didn't look quite... right. "When did ya last eat?"

Quickly, she swallowed the food in her mouth. "Yesterday, Sir." she said respectfully.

"What was it?" he demanded sharply.

"B-bread, Sir." Her voice had softened at his tone and her eyes lowered submissively when he growled.

"Check her over good, Blue. She may not be gettin' enough fuel ta heal. I usually eat lotsa protein but if I don't eat regular I slow down some." They could tell by his tone he was not happy about it, but were surprised that Freckles had not reacted more than she had, even if his anger were not directed at her. "They treated her that way cause she heals but they ain't feedin' her right so she can."

"That is not how you treat a submissive." Betsy said in outrage, patting Warren's arm reassuringly. "They are to be cared for, even if they are not loved."

"Dat not how it is wit' a toy." Remy had watched Freckles eat slowly. She had probably learned long ago not to bolt food when it was offered so as not to throw up. She was very trained. What he would say was too trained... and not as stupid at that bastard had made out if she was able to learn such things, even if it was a matter of survival. It reminded him of the guilt he had felt earlier for some of his ideas, but kept them fresh in his mind and a bulge in his pants. "Toy's a t'ing to be used. Dat how she treated."

"Not here, " Charles said firmly, meeting eyes around the table. "She is a person and will be treated as such."

"Do ya think we'd do that?" Logan asked in an offended tone. "Think anyone here would treat her like that fucker done? No matter what we do, we know we got a person.'

"No, I do not think that, but it needed to be said." He nodded towards Freckles who was watching Scott place more meat on her plate.

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Keeping his eyes forward, Hank listened to the footsteps behind him on the way to his lab. Freckles kept pace with him, walking almost silently in her bare feet. Even though his senses weren't as heightened as Logan's, they were better than normal and he could barely hear her.

Opening the door, he held it open for her then shut it firmly and locked it. Rarely did he lock the door, but he did not want to be interrupted unexpectedly while working on such an interesting subject.

"Remove your clothing. You can place them on the table against the wall." he ordered firmly, pointing to the table he meant, emulating the commanding tone Logan had used earlier.

While he booted up his computer and got out a pad and pencil, he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Being the resident doctor, he had seen all of the female X-Men naked at one time or another in many different circumstances from emergencies to physicals. However, while looking at them and touching them in such a capacity he had always been very aware they would not welcome sexual advances from him and had acted properly.

Freckles was different. He could touch her and even fuck her with impunity, and had to remind himself he had serious objectives to accomplish. Objectives which did not at this time include his currently swollen male appendage. He attempted to focus on those objectives to keep himself under control.

Starting with the basics, Hank weighed and measured her, though his eyes kept wandering back to her breasts, drawn by the way they swayed when she moved. He brushed his hand against one as he took her blood pressure, noticing she showed no reaction by face or body language as he did so.

Thinking back over the previous events and what he had learned, he assumed she was hiding her reactions. Considering his options, he decided to connected a heart monitor to her to see if her heart rate increased indicating a reaction to stimuli whether it was visually evident or not. Once it was connected, he deliberately ran a hand over both breasts and down her belly, surprised when her heart beat remained steady.

Reluctantly controlling off his lustful thoughts as best he could, Hank moved behind her to examine the welts on her backside. Lingering over her buttocks and thighs, which had the most severe cuts, he cleaned them all carefully and got out a tube of ointment for after he had finished the rest of her examination. Again he noted no change in her heart rate.

Contemplating this, Hank went to the examination table and raised the stirrups. "All right,” he said finally. “Climb on.” She did, obediently, and after he had adjusted his stool was at a perfect level to get an eyeful-of dick-hardening breasts and sex. She was a true redhead, he noted as he ran a hand over the fluffy, soft patch of hair between her legs, he hadn't really been able to tell earlier. It was shorter than he expected, and he hesitated a moment before he asked, “Did you…shave?” He berated himself for his uncertainty the next moment. She was a toy. She would answer anything he asked her, and as her heart rate had remained steady he knew she didn't have a problem with lying on his table naked with her thighs wide open so would not have a problem with his question.

"Master wanted it to, Sir." she answered.

He wondered briefly at her phrasing, made a note on the pad, and considered the short hair. "How long ago?"

"One hour before given to new Master, Sir."

Fingering the hair, he tried to guess how long it should be and calculated the time it had taken to grow this much so he could add it to the information needed to understand her healing factor. "When did you recieve the injuries?"

"Two days ago, Sir."

As it didn't seem to bother her, he kept petting the soft hair. "What was used to incur them?"

"Wire whip, Sir."

His fingers paused as he wrote a note to remind himself to check into the differences of the damage created by a regular whip as compared to a wire one. Hank's next question was a necessary one but it brought his mind back to his dick and what he'd like to be doing with it. "When was the last time you had intercourse?"

"Yesterday, Sir."

Looking up, he stared at her sex, both openings right before him. "In what manner?"

"Master and others fucked it's ass, Sir."

"There were multiple parties? And none entered your vagina?" he clarified, picturing it in his mind as he had a visual aid in front of him.

"Master wanted it's ass, Sir."

Reaching over to the cart with instruments and supplies he had placed nearby, Hank laid down the pad and pencil then slipped on a pair of latex gloves. Gently, he slightly pulled open the tiny pucker between the pale cheeks of her bottom. Sure enough, he saw signs of not-yet-fully healed tears in the anal ring. After smearing some vascaline on one finger, he slid it inside then twisted it around to spead the lubricant. “Clench down around my finger as tightly as you can.” She complied, but it wasn't as tight as it should have been. He added another finger, and another. She kept squeezing, and after he'd gotten his fourth finger in there her heartrate hadn't broken its steady beat. His fingers were large and his hand bigger, but he almost attempted to push his whole hand in to see if it would distress her. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers. He wasn't finished and had more data to collect.

Taking off the soiled gloves, he asked. "Are you hurting back here now? Have you had any problems moving your bowels?"

"No, sir."

Her voice was still as calm as the monitor, but he wasn't sure he could trust that she hadn't been damaged further inside. Her version of no pain could be simply a lessening of pain, or she might simply not acknowledge it at all. Also, as little as she'd been given to eat she may not understand what proper bowel movements should be.

Reasoning he should be safe, he disconnected the monitor wires from the machine directly, draping them around her shoulders. Then he busied himself getting a rubber bag, tubing, and valve clamp. “Come with me.” He led her to the nearby small bathroom connecting to the medlabs, and had her stand by the towel rail as he filled the enema bag with cool water. He added a measure of liquid to the bag, explaining that it was medicine and she may feel some numbness in her anal tract, then hung the bag from a hook in the ceiling, inserted the end of the tubing into her rectum and opened the valve.

She showed no sign of discomfort as the medicated water rushed into her. It was a two-quart bag, and he had filled it very full. It was twice the size of the enemas he would normally give but he wanted to know what her holding capacity was as he believed it was not a new experience for her. When the bag emptied she was still standing there impassively, her belly bulging but showing no other sign of the discomfort he assumed she must be feeling. He waited five minutes, watching the cramps rippling across her swollen belly, before finally giving her permission to expel the fluid into the toilet.

When she stood again, his dick was so hard his pants felt suddenly a few sizes too tight. She'd been conditioned to endure the most extreme discomforts without external signs, and he was suddenly seized with a wild desire to see how high her pain tolerance was. In the interests of expanding his knowledge of her, of course. But that would have to wait. He was not done for the day wanted to wait until she was fully healed so that all his results would be accurate.

He led her back to the examining table and got her settled, reattaching the wires to the heart monitor, then picked up the pad again to make more notes. "When did your last menstrual cycle end?" She didn't answer and he rephrased. "Your period?" She again didn't answer and he ordered sharply. "Freckles answer the question."

Blinking in surprise at the sudden increase of her heartbeat, he gentled his tone. "Do you understand the question?"

"No, sir." Her voice was the same as before and the beeping started to level out again.

"Okay, if you don't understand a question say that." And he asked carefully. "Are there certain times of the month when you bleed heavily from your vagina, and it is darker than normal blood?”

She hesitated, before answering this time. "It doesn't know, Sir."

Hank sighed, not entirely sure how to explain further but needing to. She had to have a period. "When did you last bleed from your vagina?" he finally asked.

"Three days ago, Sir."

"Do you know what caused the bleeding?"

"Master put something wooden inside, Sir."

He frowned. Wooden objects could be dangerous, there was always a chance of splinters being left behind. "Do you still hurt from the object?"

"No, Sir."

Not trusting that answer either, he knew he'd check after finishing this line of questioning. "How often is your vagina penetrated?"

"When Master wants to, Sir."

Letting out a frustrated sound, he asked, "How often in, let's say, a week?"

"When Master wants to, Sir."

"Of course," he muttered. "And nothing since the wooden object?"

"No, Sir."

Thinking about his original question, he circled back to it in a round about way. "Think back to the first time you bled from there. How long ago was it?"

"I-it doesn't know, Sir."

The increase this time didn't surprise him due to her confusion, but he frowned. "How old are you?"

"I-it d-doesn't know, Sir."

Still elevated but she was still confused, so he didn't worry. "How old were you the first time it happened?"

Hank dropped the pad at the sudden loud increase indicating full-blown panic. His eyes flew to her face. For the first time, he saw fear. "Freckles!"

Mistaking his worry for anger, she whispered, "Seven, Sir."

Running to her side, he took framed her face with his hands. "It's okay. Don't think about it anymore. I won't ask anything else about it, I promise."

"Yes, Sir." she answered normally. Almost instantly her face cleared but it took longer for her heart to return to normal.

He took deep breaths, letting his own heart return to normal. Seven. There was no way she had started her menses that early. Which meant she was initiated into sexual activity at age seven. The thought did nothing to alleviate the sexual attraction he felt but he didn't think he could now bring himself to do anything with her tonight. Some other time perhaps, but not tonight. He was too filled with disgust.

Forcing his mind back to the business at hand, he smoothed back her hair. She was lovely. "I will finish your examination and draw blood. That will be all for tonight, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

After picking up the pad and pencil, he took his seat again, right in front of her waiting sex, and silently told his rampant cock to settle down. "Before I examine you closely the hair will have to go. I'll shave you.”

"Yes, Sir."

He got what he needed, then told her to lay still before he shaved her sex smooth. He had to take deep breaths again to get himself under control at the sight of it. To try to distance himself, he put on another pair of gloves so he wouldn't touch her warm skin directly when he parted her pussy lips.

Her clitoris looked all right, but he gently pushed back the hood to examine it thoroughly. He clamped her labia in hemostats to keep it out of the way when he looked internally. Then, he carefully slipped a cold steel speculum into her, but encountered a barrier partway in. Blinking, he opened it up, wider and wider, until he could see inside her most intimate flesh clearly. And wondered why he hadn't thought of this before. She was a virgin. Technically. He knew she'd been entered many times, but her healing factor had healed the torn hymen as soon as it could. This explained the confusion about her period as she bled every time. The thought of being able to fuck a virgin got him harder, which he hadn't thought was possible, and he had to quickly readjust himself in his pants before continuing the exam.

Possibly because of her healing factor, her hymen was quite thick, with only a very small hole for her menstrual fluid to exit. He used a long-handled swab to take a mucous sample from the area around the opening, and to divert his lust asked, "What is the average minimum number of days it takes you to heal when injured normally?"

"Three days, Sir."

Hank slid a swab through the tiny opening in her hymen and started to probe for a cervical sample. "And the maximum average when the injuries are more severe?"

"Ten days, Sir."

"Thank you." He wrote down the information for analysis later and reached to the cart for the last time, picking up an alcohol swab and the needle he'd prepared previously. Easily finding a vein on her pale milky thigh he took a blood sample and covered the quickly closing hole with a band-aid.

Finished, he detached the monitor wires from her. "You've done very well, Freckles. Please stand over there so I can treat your injuries."

But before he could start, the door handle jingled and there was a loud banging knock. "Blue! Open up! Chuck wants me ta talk ta Freckles!" and Logan continued to jingle the door handle impatiently.

"One moment." Hank hurriedly went to the door, opening it before Logan started banging again.

"Ain't ya done yet?" Logan demanded, shutting the door behind him. He stopped at the sight of Freckles standing naked in the middle of the room. It wasn't really that she was naked, or that the was so very beautiful. She was fairly pretty, but he saw beauty all the time. No, for him it was two things. What she represented and that she resembled a woman he'd wanted for a long time. Jean.

"I have completed my current objectives, and have only to apply ointment to her injuries. However I will want to do a follow-up in the morning." Hank smiled at her showing his fangs. "She has been most cooperative in every manner."

"'Course she has, it's what she been trained ta do." Feeling twitchy and impatient, Logan watched Hank open the tube and squeeze the gel onto a finger to begin applying it to her shoulders. "How long ya think it'll be 'fore she's whole?"

"Hmm... perhaps tomorrow evening as she is now being cared for properly." Hank replied as he finished her lower back. "Lean forward from the waist." he ordered her and began on her buttocks, giving Logan a nice view of her ass and its hole.

He hadn't missed the way Hank's cock pressed against his shorts and wondered why he hadn't taken the opportunity to relieve his frustrations. Logan shrugged to himself. He wasn't going to tell someone else what to do about their sexual needs. He had ideas of his own and was looking at one right now. "Ya find out anythin' interestin' ya wanna share?"

"Many," Hank answered finishing her calves and walking to the sink to wash his hands. "I will discuss with Charles having a meeting to inform everyone of my findings at one time. Most notably however, are two things. She seems to be unaware of her actual age and she is currently a physical virgin." He didn't want to bring up her childhood trauma while she could hear him and risk upsetting her again.

"What?" Logan forced his eyes from the girl still standing bent over. "That ain't possible."

"I assure you I examined her most thoroughly. It is not only possible but a physical fact. Compared to her other injuries, healing a broken hymen would be a small thing for her body to heal. Though from what I have gleaned, it may have been deliberately allowed to do so as perhaps a bonus to the Professor's 'gift'. She was given a day to heal before the beating. Depending on other injuries that would have been plenty of time."

"Not sure Chuck'll appreciate it, considerin', but I'll keep it in mind." Logan smiled with dark humor, adding to his list of possibilities. "Ya done? Can I take her now?"

"If the ointment has dried, she is free to dress and leave. I will set up a meeting for in the morning."

Logan walked to Freckles and lightly touched at one of the marks on her back. "They seem dry enough ta me. Get dress, girl. I got some questions fer ya."

"Yes, Sir."