Author: Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit (DeadlyGambit2@aol.com)
 

Main Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Wolverine (Logan), Rogue, Hank McCoy
(Beast), Warren Worthington the Third (Angel), Ororo Monroe (Storm), Jean
Summers (Phoenix), Sebastian Shaw, Martinique Jason (Mastermind the Second),
and Candra
 

Content: Graphic Violence, Strong Sexual Content, Non Consensual Sex (rape),
S&M (Bondage), alternative lifestyles (homosexuality), and Strong Language.

Rating: R/NC-17
 

Plot: Remy breaks up with Rogue after she forces him to live and because he
lost his mutant powers because of her. Angered and upset, Remy walks out of
the X-Treme X-Men's new base in New Orleans, only to be captured by Sebastian
Shaw and Mastermind 2 to be used as Shaw's personal slave. Will Logan be able
to save him before he is completely broken?
 

Comic-verse: This takes place during X-Treme X-Men #19 in an alternate world
made by Nicole Wagner... (Gambit shoulda broken up with Rogue in that issue
... but they watered it down! *shakes her fist at Marvel Comics*)
 

FYI: Things in the asters (*) mean thinking. Things in the squiggles (~) Mean
Telepathy

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Logan, quickly moved down the narrow back streets of New Orleans, following
Remy's scent like a bloodhound dog, searching for a corpse in the rubble of a
building. The trail was slowly growing cold, and multiple scents of other
people washing over him. The familiar stench of Sebastian Shaw and his
Hellfire goons engulfed the air around Remy's scent, along with the scent of
the ever mysertious Mastermind the Second. He could also smell something else
... blood.

He moved faster, in panic that Remy was wounded, beaten somewhere in the
streets, but that didn't seem possible. Logan knew Remy could have blown them
all sky high with his mutant ability to charge up any non organic object with
kinetic energy, only to have it explode on impact or his say so. Unless he
knew his attacker or attackers and refused to fight them off. Anything was
possible, that was something Logan had learned while being an X-Man.
 

Logan took a quick turn down an alleyway, only to slow down and look down at
his feet. Below him was a small puddle of blood, with what looked like silver
glitter all about and in it. He could smell Remy's scent in that blood, along
with several other people, but it went cold from where he stood, as if they
never left the area. Logan growled, those cold, blue eyes looking about the
area he was in, trying to find any clues of why Remy was taking, and what
took him out. He had sadly solved only one of those questions. Near a garbage
can, Logan found a small black box, upon closer inspection, he discovered it
was a taser, and it had been recently used. The sent of burnt skin fumed from
the taser, the object which had probably taken Remy out.
 

*Damn it, kid, what the fuck did you get yerself into?* Logan thought, as he
grabbed the taser off of the ground and headed back for Rogue's new home, in
hopes that some of the X-Men could help him locate Remy, if they were not too
busy consoling that bitch. Before he left to look for Remy, all the X-Men
gathered around Rogue like a swarm of bees, telling them how sorry they were
and trying to comfort her, while no one even cared to ask where Remy was, or
even look for him. It angered him greatly, for it always seemed like she
mattered more to the team than Remy. He was always the outcast, the member no
one trusted, even though everyone did terrible things in their pasts as well.
 

Without another though in his head, Logan ran as fast as he could, preying
all the while that his darling Remy was okay.
 

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Remy awoke in a world of pain. His chest hurt badly where Beast had recently
repaired the stab wound that Vargas had given him, and the small of his back
felt as if it were burned slightly from the taser Martinique had used on him
earlier. He could feel what felt like heavy leather cuffs binding his wrists
together, and a cold chain, that was connected to the cuffs and forcing his
arms to be raised above his head. Remy could feel the same kind of leather
cuffs on his ankles, but there was a bar, slightly spreading his legs apart
as he was forced to stand there, completely nude, and he could feel a cloth
blindfold over his exotic red on black eyes. Remy could also feel something
around his neck, a leather collar, tightly in place, with three cold, metal
rings upon it.
 

*Where am I* Remy thought to himself as he began to struggle, not enjoying
the feeling of being on display for someone, and that someone Sebastian Shaw.
But he could hear no one else in the room, just the crackling of a warm
fireplace near by. What was going on?
 

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Logan growled as soon as he reached his destination. He found that everyone
had left the table to go console Rogue, everyone but Hank McCoy, the Mutant
known as the Beast. He quietly sat there, eating another helping of cake as
most of the other X-Men were talking and feeling so sorry for Rogue, and no
one bothered to even look for Remy! Now he was gone, and the Hellfire Club
had him! Without anymore hesitation, Logan ran over to Hank, looking him in
his blue, lion like face.
 

"We gotta a problem blue... Someone snatched the Cajun." Logan frowned,
watching as Hank became a bit worried, slowly placing his cake down and
adjusting his glasses before answering to Wolverine.
 

"Are you sure, Logan? When Remy because upset, he usually leaves to cool off,
then comes back..."
 

"He didn't go willingly, Blue. I could smell it." Logan pointed to his nose,
then moved his hand in his pocket, taking out the taser that took Remy down
in that alley. "I found this near a bloodspot in the alley, there were
strange silver dots in the blood I found ... and it was Gumbo's."
 

If Hank could turn pale, then he was doing so this very minute, under all of
that blue fur of his. He slowly took the taser in his large hand and looked
at it, then turned back to Logan. "My stars and garter's, Logan! Those silver
dots must have been the nanobots I placed in Remy's chest to heal up his stab
wound ... if this was used to take him out, then it short circuited them from
the electrical jolt! Without those nanobots inside of him, the wound may not
heal up correctly! Please tell me you know who took him... "
 

"The Hellfire Club." Logan growled, how he hated those people. All were rich,
wealth mutants, few human members existed, but the entire inner circle of the
group was made up of mutants. They looked down upon others who were poor and
weak. Sebastian Shaw was their leader, and was known to be a cruel man, one
whom had a habit of torturing others for his own fun and enjoyment. His
mutant powers allowed him to absorb the powers being used against him, and if
he kidnapped Remy... "Hank, you don't think they captured the Cajun to use
him to power up Shaw, do yah? With his powers, that bastard could absorb all
of it and become as strong as the Hulk, maybe stronger."
 

"That will not happen, Logan, my friend." Hank looked down and slowly took
off his eye glasses and clean them against his shirt. He often did this when
he was nervous, and by God, right now he was nervous as hell! "Rogue informed
us that Remy has lost his mutant abilities as well as herself. He is
basically helpless against a man like Shaw."
 

"Damnit, Hank! Why didn't the kid tell us he didn't have his powers!?" Logan
spat out. He was not really furious, more like frightened. Frightened that
Sebastian Shaw had his darling Remy, and could do whatever he wanted to him,
and Remy could not fight back, for he had no powers, not anymore.
 

"He was probably ashamed, maybe frightened, Logan. His powers are apart of
him, and the loss could have been devastating. From what I know, Remy keeps
everything inside, his pain, his fear, his anger. It is not healthy, but it
is how he coupes." Hank quickly got up from his chair and moved over to
Logan, looking down upon his rather small friend and ally. "But for now, we
have to find him! If his injuries are not taken care of, he could be in
serious trouble! Do you know where they have taken him?"
 

"Not a clue, hank. After I found their scent in the alley, it just vanished.
They probably teleported to one of their branches ... but which one would
they take Gumbo to?"
 

"We cannot search all of the Hellfire branches, Logan! There are hundreds of
them, perhaps if we talk to former and current members, we can get more
information. I shall contact Emma Frost, while you contact Warren, one of
them must know something about this!" And with that, the two X-Men hurried
into the house, passing all of those consoling Rogue, for they had no time to
deal with them, Remy was missing, and the others were way too busy with Rogue
to help. As of right now, Beast and Logan were Remy's only hope ... if they
could find him, first.
 

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Sebastian Shaw slowly descended the long, winding staircase to his dungeon.
He was dressed in a white silk shirt, with a pair of green pants, and white
socks, all from the 1700s period of time. His belt wasmerely a red scarf
around his waits, and his long, black hair pulled into a ponytail. Sebastian
slowly opened the wooden door to his dungeon, already hearing the rattling of
chains and a few moans. His prisoner was finally awake, and struggling like a
mad man with his restraints.
 

"I see you are finally awake, LeBeau..." Sebastian laugh as he made his way
to his prisoner, standing in front of him and watching him squirm like a worm
on a hook. He would look at Remy's pale face, the black blindfold covering
those exotic, yet alluring red on black eyes, those well build arms above his
head, his breath taking chest. that hard, flat abdomen, his long, slightly
thick, weeping manhood between well sculpted thighs, his long calfs, and
those long, large feet of his, planted firmly upon the cold, cobble stone
floor of his dungeon. He looked like a statue of a Greek God, no, he looked
better than that. He took his large hand and slowly ran it down his helpless,
captive's chest, hearing a gasp, then a slight moan of protest. "What a
beautiful boy you are, LeBeau ... it as if the Gods sculpted you to be the
perfect man."
 

Remy gasped, he could feel Shaw's hand move slowly down his body, moving over
his well defined chest, and down to his tight abs. This made him struggle
harder, feeling that hand slowly move down to his groin. "What do you want
wit' moi?"
 

Shaw's hand came to a stop, just inches away from Remy's length. He smirked
and moved his face closer, before finally speaking to his captive. "What do I
want? Are you that truly naive, boy? I want you, Remy LeBeau. You shall
become my new slave. If you do as told, you will be rewarded with love and
feelings I doubt you've ever felt in your entire life. Refuse me, and it will
be a rather painful experience. I shall give you that choice right now ...
will you submit to me fully and call me your Master, or shall I have to force
you into submissive?"
 

Remy frowned and spat at Shaw, hearing it hit it's mark upon the other man's
face. "Ah ain' non one's toy, Shaw. Fuck you! Ah won' submit ta anyt'ing!"
 

"That is a shame, LeBeau. I thought you were smarter than this." Shaw smirked
down at Remy, slowly licking the spot on his face where the young man had
spit upon him. He slowly backed away, and Remy could hear the door of the
Dungeon suddenly shut, and the foot steps of another person walking towards
him. "I would like you to meet our new White Queen... I'm sure you remember
her, for she knows a great deal about you, boy."
 

"Good evening, Remy. I'm sure you remember me well? After all, you ruined my
rein over the Guilds of New Orleans..."
 

That voice, he knew that voice! It was of the mutant known as Candra, and
External with great power, she was even able to strip Rogue of all of her
powers at one time! Remy became slightly frightened. He no longer had his
mutant powers, and being restrained the way he was, he could not fight back
if she decided to attack him. He suddenly felt a cold, gloved hand upon his
pale face, and the warm breath of someone close to his body. "C-candra?" and
as soon as he stammered those words, the gloved hand left the side of his
face, only to feel the burning sting of a slap where that hand was.
 

"That is Mistress to you, boy! You are below us, and have no right to talk to
your Master or I in such a rude manner!" Candra smirked and slapped Remy hard
across the other side of his face, with her white, vinyl gloved hand. She was
dressed in a pair of white, vinyl, opera length gloves, a bustier of the same
material, which looked like it could barely hold her breasts back, a white
vinyl thong, which showed off her nicely shaped ass, and a pair of white,
knee high boots, which match the material of her entire out. Her long, blonde
hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she smiled back at Shaw, with those
painted red lips of hers. "Perhaps you should sit down and enjoy the show.
Trust me, I know how troublesome Remy LeBeau can be, and it may take awhile
to fully break him into submission."
 

"Very well, Candra. I do believe this shall be a wonderful show to see." With
a low chuckle, Sebastian slowly moved to a throne near the stone wall of his
dungeon, watching his new pet hang there and continue to struggle, as the
light from the fireplace shinned off of his lovely body. "Please, do not go
so gentle on him, I enjoy hearing the screams of pain as well as pleasure."
 

"Oh believe me, Shaw, I shall not go easy on LeBeau ... after all, I wish him
to pay for ruining the way I ran the Guilds of New Orleans." Candra gave him
a smile, and moved over to a small table by Remy, her gloved hands slowly
picking up a whip, a "cat of nine tails" to be exact. She slowly rain the
"tails" of the whip down Remy's chest, hearing a slight moan escape his lips.
"Now Remy, my dear ... if you just submit, things could feel really good,
like this ... but if you continue to be a bad boy and disobey... " She let
out an evil laughter and brought back the whip, striking Remy in the chest
with it, right above his healing stab wound. Candra continue to laugh as she
heard him cry out in pain and start struggling a bit more. "It will be very
painful ... now, do you submit to your Master and Mistress, or do you wish to
continue and fight?"
 

Remy cried out in pain when he felt that whip hit him in the chest. It was
right below his healing chest wound, and he could feel it stinging, still.
No, he couldn't give into them, he couldn't be a slave! He may have just left
Rogue, but there was still a lot of things he had to live for, and would not
throw away by becoming Shaw's personal sex toy. He frowned and slowly raised
his head towards Candra. "Non on yer life, you bitch!"
 

Candra frown and dropped the "cat of nine tails" upon the table. How dare
this lave disrespect her in front of the Hellfire Club. He had already cost
her both the Thieves and Assassin's Guilds alliance to her, but she would be
damned if he did it again with the Hellfire Club. With a frown upon her
lovely face, Candra grabbed the a metal brand upon the table near Remy. She
walked behind him and stuck it into the fire place, awaiting it to warm up.
The brand had the symbol of a pitch fork upon it, the Hellfire Club's symbol,
she looked over at Shaw, who nodded his head in approval of what she was
about to do. "It's a shame, Remy... I was hoping you'd come to your senses
right now. We know you no longer have your mutant powers and that you cannot
escape us, even if you tried. We even made sure those restraints you are
wearing could not be picked by you. But I guess you never learn to give up,
do you?"
 

"Ah'll fight as long as ah have to! Ah won' become yer toy ... or anyone's!"
Remy yelled, his struggles had started to tire him out, and now he was
reduced to just hanging by his wrists, which was rather painful. But he would
not give in, no matter what, he would not let Shaw and Candra win, and turn
him into a slave. He suddenly felt something very warm moving over the small
of back, and it slowly started to get closer. As it got closer to his skin,
it started to burn, and he tried to pull away.
 

Candra smirked, watching as Remy tried to pull away from her, but she wrapped
her gloved fingers in his long, auburn locks, forcing him to stay in place.
"You are now our property, Remy ... and it shall be known with this mark upon
you!" Without another word, she thrusted the hot, metal brand into the small
of his back, making Remy scream in complete agony. The smell of burnt skinned
loomed in the air, along with the sounds of Remy's screams. Candra kept the
brand in place for what seemed like forever, to the young Cajun, and then
finally, she removed it, leaving the Hellfire's mark on the left side of his
lower back. Blood slowly pouring down from the new wound upon Remy's body,
which made Shaw smirk from his seat, and Candra smile. She could see the
tears slowly pouring from beneath Remy's blindfold.
 

He nearly passed out as Candra kept that metal brand on the small of his
back. It hurt so badly, unlike nay other injury Remy had faced in battle. He
could feel the warm blood slowly move down his back and rear. He didn't know
which felt worse, the wound on his chest, the branded mark on his back, or
the feeling that he had no control of this situation, and should just give
up. Remy weakly turned his head, hearing footsteps behind him, and hearing
someone go on their knees.
 

"So much blood for such a small brand, you are quiet the bleeder, are you
not, boy?" It was Shaw, he was behind Remy and on his knees, a smirk across
his artisticrated face as he looked closer upon the newly branded flesh
before him. "Here ... let your Master clean your wounds..." and with that
statement, Sebastian Shaw slowly ran his tongue over the open wound that the
brand had created, forcing a scream of pain to escape Remy's lips, as the
salt of his saliva entered the wound, creating a rather painful experience.
Shaw slowly got up and started to turn back to his seat, looking back at
Candra, with those cold, blue eyes. "Whip him until he sobs... I desire his
back to be covered in welts until he gives into us. Make him scream for
me..." Shaw licked his lips, looking back towards his new, unwilling slave
... or at least he was unwilling now, but he swore he would have Remy broken,
and once he was, the fun would start.
 

End of Chapter 2