Logan woke with the sensation of an octopus on his head… He looked at the mirror in front of him, his arms were stretched out and sealed in power dampening cuffs, a power dampening collar was around his neck, a leather bulldog harness on his chest, leather man panties, and cuff on his knees and ankles holding him to the floor. Behind him was Madame Hydra in a green shiny merry widow and green shiny opera gloves. In her hands was a stone octopus, it’s tentacles seemed to become living part way down and then seemed to be reaching inside Logan’s head.
“Who am I?” She asked.
“Ophelia?” Logan responded, unsure.
“What am I to you?” She proded.
“Wife?” Logan stammered unsure, “Ex? Ex-wife?”
She did something with the body of the octopus that caused the tentacles to move around inside Logan’s head sending waves of disorientation and flashes of memories throw his mind.
“What am I to you?” She asked again.
“Ophelia my Darling,” Logan said still confused, “My loving wife.”
“What are you?” She asked.
“Your loyal slave,” Logan said without much conviction.
*
Laura was head in place by Vibranium and Adamantium braces that locked her body into a kneeling position on the floor. Her hands and feet were pointed down into the cavity below the grate she kneeled on. Much to her humiliation she was left naked, save for the braces and the feeding tube they had stuck in through her nose and into her stomach. She had lost track of how long she had been there, but she had healed from having half her body incinerated by literal hell fire some time ago. Every time she tried to replay the last week of her freedom she felt pain and nausea, then she would pass out.
“Ahh,” the voice came as the door opened, “I see you have healed nicely, just like your father.”
Madame Hydra in her green shiny lingerie and thigh boots walked around Laura.
“And soon you will be as devoted to me as your father,” She smiled, “Think of how much fun we will have as Mother and Daughter!”
“Burn in hell!” Laura struggled to shout back.
“We have both been there and done that,” Madame Hydra snickered, “Ah… For all the work I did and all the effort I put in I was promised my husband and his daughters would be mine! Do you know how hard it is to convince an Eldrichian deity to open a passage throw seven shadow realms…”
“Daughters?” Laura asked.
“Logan raised many girls over the ages,” Madame Hydra said.
Madame Hydra clapped and in walked two women in Hydra Catsuits. Laura couldn’t tell which of the X-men they were.
“You can imagine how useful a loyal vampire daughter and grandchild would have been,” Madame Hydra said, “And how many tasks I could find for a daughter that become a ghost.”
The two Hydra women revealed the objects from behind their backs, a pair of vampire skulls encased in Adamantium and a block of amber with half of Kitty Pryde’s head in it. Laura vomited at the sight of the death grimace locked in amber.
“Well of course that part of the bargain was conditional on their survival,” Madame Hydra snickered.
“I’ll kill you all,” Laura growled.
“My dear,” Madame Hydra leaned in and whispered in Laura’s ear, “By the time we are done with you, you will love and adore us for making you into one of Hydra’s best assets. Now ladies I believe you have classes to teach.”
“Lesbian seduction,” the woman holding Jubilee’s skull said.
“Female Domination,” the woman holding Shadowcat’s head smiled.
Both women put down the grotesque items on the floor in front of Laura then removed their masks. Laura was shocked to discover they were famous porn stars. All of the boys at the Academy had lusted after these women, heck Laura had masturbated to their pictures before.
“Can’t wait to have you in class cutie!” One of them poked Laura on the nose.
“I believe this is what Western Intelligence agencies call a Swallow School,” Madame Hydra said, “We take you girls and train them to seduce and entrap our enemies. I understand you already spent time working on a street corner so we can move you up to more advanced classes.”
*
Logan woke and looked around, he saw himself in the mirror before him wearing his private uniform. He was kneeling in his restraints like he was supposed to. A door opened to a side and in walked a figure, even with his powers dampened he knew that smell.
“Mistress,” Logan spoke clearly, “Your slave awaits Your commands.”
“Good boy,” Madame Hydra smiled, “Tell me who you are and who I am and what I am to you.”
“Mistress,” Logan started, “This slave is your worthless and adoring husband Logan the Wolverine. Mistress, You are Ophelia Sarkissian, Madame Hydra and the Viper, leader of Hydra. Mistress to this unworthy slave You are Mistress, Dominant Wife, Queen and Dark Goddess.”
“Good Slave,” Madame Hydra cooed, “Now lick.”
Madame Hydra had moved in front of Logan and removed the shiny green panties, she mounted his shoulders in a backward piggyback that put her pussy to Logan’s mouth. As he showed her his adoration with his tongue she made sure her nectar contained love drugs and mind warping chemicals to further her domination of her slave!
*
When was the last time Rogue had slept? Hours? Days? Weeks? One thing was for sure, if they somehow managed to get out of this, Rogue was never going to see the Freddy Krugger films the same way ever again!
“No you won’t” The Shadow King hissed in her ear.
“No!” Rogue screamed and banged her head against a wall to wake her up.
“After so much sleep deprivation,” the Shadow King laughed, “you start dreaming while you are awake my child!”
Rogue screamed!
*
Laura remained braced in her spot. She was left staring at the heads and later a few girls came in and hung their school uniform on the wall in front of her. The so called skirt was made of a black, green and gold rubber tartan. The blouse was light green rubber with short sleeves and a dark green collar. Next to it was a small tie in the same rubber tartan as the skirt. On the floor were a pair of knee high stiletto high heeled fuck me boots. What really annoyed her was the name tag attached to the tie, it ready Laura Sarkissian.
“Good Morning,” another porn star in a Hydra Catsuit walked in, “Your mom told me to drop this off with your feeding.”
She hung a green rubber catsuit with Hydra logos on the shoulders next to the sick school girl outfit and then kissed Laura on the nose before leaving. Another “Meal” was pumped down the tube and into her stomach throw the tube running inside her nasal cavity.