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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT, THEN DON'T READ ANY FURTHER.

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THE FURTHER ADVENTURES

OF

SPECIAL AGENT DANA SCULLY

By

Peril Master

“The Iguana Hunters”

THE SUBURBS

WASHINGTON, D.C.

9:25 A.M.

Diane Doyle cleared the dirty dishes from the kitchen table. It was a ritual she did every day. Too much in fact. She paused and stared out the small kitchen window. Somewhere out there life was taking place. People were working, going places. But not her. She was insignificant. One less suburban housewife did not matter in the grand scope of life.

Up until recently she didn’t mind the low pecking order in life in which she had settled in. She was too busy with her husband and two kids to question her own desires and dreams. She wondered how her life might have been different had she chosen a different path. She daydreamed about traveling to exotic places and meeting people she would never meet. Even at thirty-six she was still an attractive and engaging woman. At least that’s what her friends said. Her dresser mirror confirmed their compliments.

She was too involved in self pity to notice the kitchen door swing open...until it was too late. She spun towards the kitchen door. She dropped the plate she held when she spotted the individual standing in her kitchen. She could not believe her eyes. Standing a mere eight meters from her was none other than Mr. Spock from “Star Trek”. It wasn’t someone who looked like Mr. Spock, but Mr. Spock himself; uniform and all.

Mr. Spock closed the door behind him. His eyes were trained on Diane. “Leaving the door unlocked is most illogical,” he said.

Diane Doyle could not talk. She could not move. She simply stared in awe at...Mr. Spock.

Mr. Spock moved towards her. “And now you must endure the consequences,” he said.

He shoved her down on the kitchen table, forcing her down on her back. Diane Doyle finally managed a scream that was cut short by Mr. Spock’s hand on her mouth. He pinned her on the table, reached up with his free hand, and ripped the neck of her blouse. She fought and kicked under him. Two hard slaps from Mr. Spock succeeded in taking the fight out of her.

She gasped and sobbed, staring at the man over her. She was sure this was a nightmare and she would wake up any second now. She shook her head violently as he finished tearing her blouse open. He stared at her ample breasts and did something Mr. Spock almost never did. He smiled. He worked quickly, pulling her jeans down her thighs. His eyes widened at his unexpected find. Clean shaven and no panties! He bore her down on the table and resumed his assault.

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Dana Scully stood in Mulder’s apartment, amazed at how un-lived the place looked and smelled. She wondered if Mulder did anything besides sleep and shower in here. She had been here countless times before, but never actually felt the coldness of the apartment.

She was tempted to look around the rest of the place, but decided to feed the fish and leave. Feeding Mulder’s fish while he was away kept her attached to him even in his absence. She didn’t mind, and was glad when Mulder told her about his one week vacation in New Mexico. One thing Fox Mulder needed was more time to relax. Tracking down aliens and monsters was stressful work. She could testify to that.

She was still not convinced Mulder was actually on vacation. For all she knew this was one of his personal alien hunts. She expected her cell phone to ring at any time, and Mulder would tell her about “something she should see”. Before her head even cleared she would be on a plane to New Mexico and-

The phone rang.

Scully jumped. It wasn’t her cell phone. It was Mulder’s phone. She exhaled with relief and stared at the ringing phone. The answering machine would pick up the call.

After Mulder’s voice stopped and the beep sounded she listened to the following message: “Agent Mulder, this is Detective Joseph Karsatos. I need to speak with you as soon as possible. It’s urgent. Meet me at our usual place at the Cactus Café. Midnight tonight.”

She heard the loud click when the man hung up the phone. She wondered who Detective Joseph Karsatos was. Mulder had never mentioned him before and she didn’t recall any cases they had worked on involving a Detective Karsatos.

She fed the fish and left the apartment. As she drove home she toyed with the idea of calling Mulder and relaying the message. If for nothing else to satisfy her curiosity as to whom this Karsatos was and why Mulder hadn’t told her about him. Her curiosity soon evolved into annoyance. Was Mulder working on a case that he didn’t tell her about? Had he ditched her yet again and cut her out of the loop? There was only one way to find out.

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CACTUS CAFÉ

12:04 A.M.

The Cactus Café was small and rustic. It was the kind of place that catered to a regular array of customers. The interior of the place permeated with the smell of greasy food and coffee. There were only a few scattered customers in the place. Scully scanned the café. She spotted a man sitting in a booth located in a corner. He sipped a cup of coffee, never taking his eyes off her. His gaze was curious but not inviting. She couldn't explain it, but she was sure this man was Detective Karsatos.

She walked across the checkered floor towards the man. His appearance was pleasant, handsome in fact. He appeared to be in his mid to late thirties. A dark stubble covered his jaw. His thick black hair matched his eyes. His broad shoulders were further stressed by the gray jacket he wore. His tie hung loosely from his neck and his clothes were rumpled. He hardly looked like a police detective.

Scully stood before the man. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Are you Detective Joseph Karsatos?”

“That’s what they call me,” he replied. “What do they call you?”

“I’m Special Agent Dana Scully,” she replied. “I work with Fox Mulder. I’m his partner.”

Karsatos stared at Scully with admiration. “Agent Mulder mentioned he had a partner but...” He glanced towards the door of the café. “Where is Agent Mulder?”

“He’s not here,” Scully replied. “He’s on vacation. I...uh...was feeding the fish in his apartment when I overheard your message on his answering machine. You said it was urgent.”

Karsatos motioned with his hand at the empty space across from him. “Please, sit down.”

Scully sat across from him. “How do you know Agent Mulder?” she asked.

“We met through some friends,” Karsatos said. “Three men who call themselves The Lone Gunmen. Do you know them?”

“I know them all right.”

“Interesting characters,” said Karsatos. “Talk about needing to get a life.”

Scully cleared her throat. “Mulder never mentioned you.”

“That’s understandable,” Karsatos said. “I’m his secret source in the police department and he’s mine in the FBI. We exchange information on cases from time to time. Off the record stuff.”

Scully nodded. She was disturbed Mulder had not told her about his “police source”. After everything they had been through together he still kept secrets from her. She refused a food or drink offer from a weary looking waitress and focused her attention on Karsatos.

“Why do you need to talk to Mulder?” she asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Since you’re his partner I don’t see what’s the harm.” Karsatos exhaled and looked about the café as if making sure no one was listening. “A serial rapist is on the loose. Seven women have been raped in the past two weeks. This...scumbag, however, isn’t your typical rapist.”

“What’s special about him?” Scully asked.

“This guy apparently has the ability to...to change his over-all appearance,” Karsatos said. “I’m not talking about using a disguise. I mean this fuck wad-excuse the language-has the ability to change his physical appearance. He can literally change into anyone he chooses. The last victim reported she was raped by Mr. Spock from the TV show ‘Star Trek’. The son of a bitch has a sense of humor, but I’m not laughing.”

Scully’s jaw dropped as she listened to Karsatos. She knew of only one man who could transform himself into anyone, including her partner: Eddie Van Blundht. “This man...does he ‘change’ directly in front of the victims?”

Karsatos noticed the concern on the beautiful redhead’s face. “One of the previous victims said this asshole asked her if she was a Republican or Democrat. After she said ‘Democrat’ the son of a bitch turned into...You get the message.”

“How do you know it’s the same man?”

“Saliva and semen samples taken from the seven victims all match,” Karsatos replied. “It’s the same guy all right.”

Scully was speechless. Had Van Blundht escaped from prison? Had he been released without their knowledge? From personal experience she knew Van Blundht was not a rapist. Of course that was almost four years ago.

“Agent Scully?”

Scully snapped out of her trance and faced Karsatos. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about what you said.”

“Have you and Agent Mulder encountered anything or any one like that in any of your cases?”

“About four years ago Agent Mulder and I worked on a case in Martinsburg, West Virginia.” The thought of Eddie Van Blundht and what they almost did in her apartment still made her uncomfortable, even after all this time. “A man named Eddie Van Blundht impregnated a group of women by posing as their husbands. He had a layer of voluntary muscle tissue under his skin which allowed him to change his physical appearance at will.”

“What happened to this Van...”

“...Blundht,” Scully finished. “He’s in a reformatory.”

“Is it possible he might have escaped?”

Scully shook her head. “We would have been informed.”

“I doubt this Van Halen guy is our man,” Karsatos said. “Through an extensive background search of all the victims I have been able to link all seven women to one man.”

This surprised Scully. “Who?”

“Kendall Morris,” Karsatos replied. “Or to be more specific, Doctor Kendall Morris. He’s a therapist. A marriage counselor. All seven women have seen or are currently seeing this guy.”

“Then why do you need Mulder’s help?” Scully asked.

“I thought he might be able to give me some idea or information on what the fuck we’re dealing with here,” Karsatos said. “And you have. I appreciate your input.”

“What do you plan on doing?” Scully asked.

“Bright and early tomorrow morning I’m going to pay a visit to Dr. Morris,” said Karsatos. “I can’t arrest him but I can question him.”

“Mind if I come along?” Scully asked.

Karsatos stared at Scully. “I don’t see why not. Just be careful.”

The comment surprised Scully. She wondered what he meant.

Neither Scully nor Karsatos noticed a man sitting two booths away. He wore a dark trench coat and a knit cap. The man listened to Scully and Karsatos as he pretended to read a magazine. He brought a cup of coffee to his lips and drank. A smug formed on his face.

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After the meeting with Karsatos Scully went home. She confirmed that Eddie Van Blundht was still in the reformatory and went to bed. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts were still on what Karsatos told her. Maybe Eddie Van Blundht was not unique in his appearance altering ability. She shuddered at the thought of a shape shifting rapist running loose and raping women at will.

She needed to take her mind off that, at least until tomorrow morning. She threw the sheets off her body and laid on the bed wearing only her blue pajamas. She pulled up the pajama top so that her breasts were fully exposed. She took her tits in her hands, messaging and rubbing them gently. She stimulated her nipples to an erect hardness.

Her hands wondered down towards her crotch. She slipped them under the fabric of her pajama pants. She felt the nice and trim pubic hair covering her mound. Everything in her life was well organized and maintained, including her private parts.

She rubbed her outer labia as her other hand journeyed up her body. She reached her left breast and rubbed it gently. The hand in her crotch found her clit. She stroked it firmly but gently, allowing the sensation within her body to build gradually. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her breathing was erratic and deep.

She continued stroking her clit with her fingertips, writhing on the bed. Her gentle strokes soon intensified. Her personal life was almost non-existent, and she had become an expert in self gratification. She inserted one of her fingers inside her tight and wet cunt. The hand on her left breast switched to her right breast, giving each tit equal attention.

She suddenly pulled her hand from her crotch, bringing it up to her mouth. She licked and sucked her own juices. She kept her fingers in her mouth and squeezed her thighs together. In a previous session she discovered she could stimulate herself by squeezing and releasing her legs. This technique freed her hands, allowing her to caress and stimulate other parts of her body. She removed her fingers from her mouth, taking each of her breasts in her hands. The pleasure and sensations in her body built with every thigh squeeze. She was almost there.

She palmed and mauled her breasts as her body ascended towards the much needed release. Her moans were now loud and deep. Her breathing came in short violent spurts. She suddenly arched her back, lifting herself off the mattress. In one final thigh squeeze her body erupted with a full fledged orgasm. A scream escaped her lips as the orgasm resonated throughout her body.

She collapsed on the bed, glowing in the aftermath of her orgasm. Now she could sleep.

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Scully met Karsatos at a street corner at exactly 7:30 a.m. She didn’t expect to find three other uniformed cops with him. Why did they need that much personnel?

“What’s going on?” Scully asked Karsatos. “I thought you were just going to question Morris?”

“Can’t be too careful,” said Karsatos. “You never know.”

Scully examined the three uniformed cops. They were all young men and towered over Scully. She noticed that all three men had a tattoo of some type of lizard on their forearms. It was drawn in green ink and extremely detailed.

“Guys, this is Special Agent Dana Scully,” Karsatos said, motioning to Scully. “She works for the FBI. Agent Scully, these are my friends: Steve Lassic, Taylor Gearing, and Frank Stams.”

The three men remained silent and flashed a “thumb's up” gesture at Scully. She found this strange and somewhat silly.

“All right,” Karsatos said, “Lassic and I will knock at the front door. Agent Scully will cover us. Stams and Gearing will watch the back of the house...just in case.”

Scully looked on with a questioning gaze. Something was not right. She was about to question the procedure but decided against it. She had asked to come along and couldn’t impose herself. Given the evidence of the cases she wondered why she and Mulder had not been assigned to the case itself. Of course she was aware of politics and egos, especially in a male dominated profession like law enforcement.

Kendall Morris lived in an upper middle class neighborhood. His house was simply another house in a roll of similar homes. The area had an artificial feel to it, devoid of any personal style or personality.

Scully, Karsatos, and Lassic walked along a cement path leading up to a wooden porch at the front of the house. Stams and Gearing were parked in an alleyway behind the house. It was early and they were the only intruders in an otherwise peaceful morning.

“Does he have a family?” Scully asked as they approached the porch.

“As far as I know he lives alone,” Karsatos said. “He has an ex-wife but no kids.”

Karsatos motioned for Scully to remain behind as he and Lassic climbed the wooden stairs and stood outside the front door. Scully stopped at the base of the porch and waited. She hoped this wasn’t a male attempt at protecting her.

Karsatos pushed the doorbell button and waited. He looked about the house and glanced at Scully at the bottom of the porch. Their eyes met and locked for an instant. For the first time she noticed how good looking Karsatos was. There was a wildness in his eyes which gave her chills.

There was no answer from the house. Karsatos knocked. Lassic stepped aside next to Karsatos. He stared at a widow next to the front door.

KA-BOOM!

The window exploded, shattering as a booming gunshot ripped through the glass. The bullet struck Lassic in the chest, sending him flying back towards the front lawn. He slammed against the wood railing surrounding the porch, taking a portion with him as the fell to the ground.

Scully watched Lassic hit the ground. Without thinking she dove for cover behind the base of the wooden porch. Karsatos drew his gun and impaled himself against the front of the house next to the door.

“Fuck!” Lassic shouted, squirming on the ground. He gasped one last time before he stopped moving.

Two gunshots ripped through the door from within the house. This was followed by a muffled explosion. Within seconds thick white smoke poured out from the broken window of the house. The gunfire stopped. Whoever was inside the house had set off a smoke bomb.

Karsatos took a deep breath, jumped in front of the door, and kicked at the area next to the doorknob. It took him three tries but he finally busted the door, kicking it open. He was immediately engulfed in white smoke. He coughed and raced inside the house.

Scully emerged from the behind the porch and watched Karsatos disappear into the house. She ran to Lassic, kneeling before him. His chest was covered in blood and he was dead. She looked up, not knowing whether to follow Karsatos inside the house or remain at the front.

“Freeze, Motherfucker!” she heard a loud voice say.

An exchange of gunfire erupted from the back of the house. One of the weapons was clearly automatic as it fired several dozen rounds in a span of a few seconds. She heard someone yell in pain.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She controlled her fear and raced towards the back of the house. She automatic gunfire continued. She heard glass shattering as well as bullets hitting metal. She reached the wooden fence surrounding the back of the house and ran alongside it. She trembled with anticipation as the gunfire became louder and more intense.

She reached the end of the fence and peered around the corner towards the alleyway. She spotted a man running away down the alley and disappear into a cluster of thick bushes on the side of the alleyway. Gearing and Stams laid on the ground next to their car which was now shot full of holes. They were both wounded but were still alive.

Karsatos emerged from the backyard of the house through the wooden gate of the fence. He came upon the scene of Gearing and Stams and glanced at Scully.

“He ran down the alley!” she shouted.

Karsatos ran in the direction the man had fled.

Scully put her gun away and made her way to Gearing and Stams.

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The once serene neighborhood buzzed with excitement as police cars and emergency vehicles surrounded the area around Morris' house. Policemen kept onlookers at bay and guarded the front of the house which was now surrounded by yellow crime tape.

Karsatos gave chase but Kendall Morris escaped. An extensive search of the area was underway, but Scully knew it was hopeless. If Morris had the ability to alter his face he could be anyone. She glanced at the crowd of people. Anyone of them could be Morris.

Lassic’s body had been removed. Stams and Gearing were both rushed to the hospital with bullet wounds. They weren’t serious wounds and were both expected to recover.

Scully was ordered to keep her distance and watched Karsatos confer with three other men near the front of the house. One of the men was clearly angry as he addressed Karsatos. She was too far away to hear what they were saying and looked downward. Karsatos finally walked away from the three men and approached Scully.

“What was that about?” she asked.

“Bullshit,” Karsatos muttered. “Let’s get out of here.”

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A steady but intense rain descended on the city. Scully drove with a determined look. She needed answers. After the hectic events of the day she had gone home, but couldn’t concentrate on anything else. How could she? A man was dead and two were wounded. Not to mention that there was a dangerous rapist on the loose. She suspected Karsatos knew more than he was telling her.

That’s where she was headed now. After their meeting at the Cactus Café Karsatos had given her his business card. She called him at the station but was told he had gone home for the day. Under the circumstances that was understandable. She obtained his home address and decided to pay him a visit.

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Scully stood in the lobby of Karsatos’s apartment building. It was an old building and not very well kept. Surely police detectives did better than this, she thought. She climbed the concrete stairs towards the second floor where Karsatos’s apartment was located.

The walls were cracked and grimy. A stale smell originated from somewhere. She could swear it was marijuana. Her heels clicked loudly in the silent hallway as she approached Karsatos’s door. She wore one of her obligatory black pant suits and looked out place in the dumpy hallway.

There was no doorbell so she knocked. The door squeaked open and Joseph Karsatos stood at the entrance. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. His ever present stubble covered his jaw. He looked depressed, but his eyes lit up when he saw Scully.

“Agent Scully?” Karsatos said, “what brings you here?”

“I need to speak to you,” Scully replied. “May I come in?”

Karsatos stepped aside. “Please.”

She stepped into the apartment as Karsatos shut the door behind her. The interior of the place was exactly what she expected. It was bare with only the necessary furnishings. There wasn’t a single decoration or picture anywhere. Nothing to suggest personal taste.

Scully turned to Karsatos. “I’m sorry about Lassic.”

Karsatos nodded. “He was a great cop, but hey...it happens.”

“That’s what I want to talk to you about,” Scully said. “Do you have any idea why Morris started shooting?”

Karsatos stared at Scully. There was moment of silence. A flash of lightning illuminated the window of the apartment. Thunder followed and then the rain came, steady and hard. Karsatos did not take his eyes off Scully.

“Agent Scully,” he finally said. “Why don’t you have a drink with me?”

“No thank you,” Scully replied.

“Come on, Agent Scully,” Karsatos persisted. “One drink.”

“I’m not here to drink, Detective Karsatos”

Karsatos smiled. “Are you always this uptight?”

“I’m not uptight.”

“Then have a drink with me.”

Scully sighed. She was about to walk out of the apartment, but then thought about the affect alcohol had on people, especially men. Liquor had a way of making men talk.

“One drink,” she said.

Scully sat in the couch in the living room while Karsatos slipped into the kitchen. He returned with a clear bottle of liquor and two glasses with ice already in them. He sat on the other side of the couch, placing the bottle and glasses on the cluttered coffee table.

“Vodka okay?” he asked, pouring a generous amount of the liquid into a glass.

Scully winced. She rarely drank anything stronger than a glass of wine over dinner. As Karsatos poured alcohol into the second glass she noticed he had the same tattoo on his forearm as the other three uniformed cops.

Karsatos handed Scully a glass. “You’re gonna love this stuff,” he said. “It’s a little number called Oso Negro...that’s Spanish for Black Bear. It’s lime flavored vodka from Mexico.”

Scully nodded. "I'll try anything once."

Karsatos raised his glass to her. “Here’s to Lassic. Tough motherfucker who’s now at peace.”

He raised the glass to his lips and downed the entire liquor in one gulp. He exhaled and stared at Scully. Not wanting to appear rude she raised the glass to her mouth and drank. For some unexplained reason she slammed down the entire liquid in one drink.

She immediately felt her mouth catch fire and her throat burn. The liquor attacked and ravished every inch of her esophagus and stomach. She let out an inadvertent cough.

Karsatos saw her reaction and smiled. “Has some body, don’t you think?”

Scully nodded. Despite the fact that her mouth and throat felt like she had swallowed half a bottle of Tabasco, the alcohol was not bad. The lime flavor knocked some of the edge off the vodka.

Karsatos poured another round. “What is it you wanted to talk about again?” he asked.

“Kendall Morris,” Scully said. “Why did he start shooting? It’s almost like he knew we were coming.”

“Maybe he did.” Karsatos raised his glass to Scully and drank, once again polishing off the liquor in one shot.

“How could he know?” She stared at Karsatos as he poured himself another drink.

“Agent, Scully,” Karsatos said. “We’re dealing with a man who can become anyone he chooses. He knows we’re on to him.”

That realization made Scully crave another drink. She raised the glass to her lips and drank. This time the alcohol went down smoothly and she didn’t cough. She stared out the window and noticed it was raining harder.

“Have you had dinner?” Karsatos asked.

Scully shook her head. “Not yet.”

“I know this great Chinese place,” Karsatos said. “They deliver and their beef and broccoli is to die for.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol but Scully was suddenly hungry.

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Scully was in a haze as she dug into the plastic bag containing the delivered Chinese food. While they waited for the food Karsatos and Scully slammed down several more rounds of vodka and ice. She learned that Karsatos had never been married and had been a Navy SEAL before joining the police force ten years ago. The alcohol not only gave her a buzz, but also instilled a new found confidence in her.

She removed several Chinese food containers from the bag and placed them on the coffee table. Karsatos slipped off the couch, landing on the floor before the coffee table. Scully joined him, though her descent from the couch was far less graceful.

She giggled, looking about the apartment with glazed eyes. “Is it me or is the room spinning?”

“It’s you,” Karsatos said, eyeing her with new found admiration.

She giggled. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this drunk in her life. Everything was now funny.

Scully and Karsatos proceeded to feast on the Chinese food like it was their last meal on earth. They laughed as Scully struggled with her chopsticks. Every action now required careful concentration.

Karsatos headed into the kitchen and returned with a six pack of bottled beer. They washed the meal down with two beers apiece and leaned back against the edge of the couch.

“I feel so guilty,” Scully slurred. “I’ve never...eaten like that in my life.”

“We all need to indulge once in a while," Karsatos said. He raised a bottle of beer to his lips and drank.

Scully’s attention went to his forearm. “Where did you get that tattoo?” she asked. “I saw the same one on your three friends earlier today.”

Karsatos examined his forearm. “It’s a sign of friendship. One night we all went out and got hammered. Next thing I know we’re all getting tattoos.”

“Why a lizard?”

“It’s an iguana,” Karsatos said. “It looked pretty nice. We call ourselves the Iguana Hunters. We go...hunting a lot. We party hard and play hard. Nobody fucks with us.” Karsatos threw his bottle of beer across the room. “If and when I get my hands on that son of a bitch Morris...”

There was a moment of silence. The rain and thunder continued outside.

“I have a tattoo also,” Scully said. Her mouth was ahead of her mind.

Karsatos turned to Scully. “You don’t say? Where?”

Scully giggled. “It’s in a private place.”

“Let me see it.”

“You wish,” Scully replied.

Karsatos smiled. “I’ll flip you for it.”

“What?”

Karsatos reached inside his pocket, retrieving a quarter. “If I win you show me your tattoo.”

“And if I win?”

“Then you don’t.”

Scully giggled. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“You get to call it,” said Karsatos. “Ready?”

He tossed the quarter in the air.

“Tails!” Scully blurted.

Karsatos caught the quarter on the back of his hand, slamming his other hand over the coin. Scully stretched across the floor on her hands and knees to view the coin.

“Heads!” said Karsatos. “I win!”

Scully stared at Karsatos. I bet was a bet, she deduced. She stood on her knees, removed her jacket, and tossed it on the couch. She turned her backside towards Karsatos. She went down on her hands and knees. This helped with her balance, and made it easier to view the tattoo.

Scully positioned her round, shapely ass before Karsatos. She pulled her white blouse up around her upper back and leaned forward. He was treated to a view of milky white skin and a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail.

“See it?” Scully asked.

“Not really,” Karsatos said. “Maybe if you...pulled down your pants a little lower...”

Scully gave the suggestion some thought. Her senses and judgement had long since abandoned her brain. She raised herself to her knees and reached for the front of her pants. She undid the button and zipper.

She pulled her pants down her hips. She didn’t know when to stop and ended up with her pants halfway down her ass. The snake tattoo was clearly visible, along with her white cotton thong panties that disappeared into the crack of her ass.

“What do you think?” Scully asked, turning her head back towards Karsatos.

“Nice,” he said. “Very nice. But maybe if you leaned forward...”

Scully took his suggestion and bent over. She suddenly lost her balance and fell forward, supporting herself with her hands. Her ass was up in the air, giving Karsatos a great show.

“Can you see it now?” Scully asked, looking back.

Karsatos leered at Scully. “Oh, yeah. Mind if I...touch it?”

Scully couldn’t think. She was sure his request was not proper, but she wasn’t done showing off her tattoo. “Go ahead,” she slurred.

He placed his hand on her lower leg and slid it up to her ass cheek. Scully tensed, letting out a surprised gasp. He positioned himself on his knees behind her. He placed his hands on her ass and massaged her buttocks like he was kneading dough.

Scully tensed as she felt his touch. She closed her eyes and gasped. His hands were firm but graceful as he stroked and clutched her flesh. Almost immediately a throbbing sensation developed in her vagina.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” Scully replied.

“You know what I think, Agent Scully?”

“What?” Scully gasped, her flesh tingling with excitement.

“I think deep down inside you’re really a bad girl.” Karsatos smacked her hard across her ass.

Scully let out an erotic shriek, feeling her ass burn. “I am...” she said with controlled excitement. “I’m a bad girl. A very bad girl. Punish me.”

Karsatos slapped her ass again, harder.

“Yes!” Scully moaned. “I’m a bad girl. Punish me, daddy!”

Karsatos spanked her again, sending a ripple effect across her round full ass. Her breathing came in short violent spurts, almost hyperventilating. Her engorged clitoris throbbed against the fabric of her panties. Karsatos smacked her other cheek.

Scully moaned. The pain on her ass sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body. He spanked her four more times. Not playful slaps, but hard sadistic spanks intended to inflict pain. The pain was almost too much, and her eyes welled up with tears. Her ass took on a reddish color. The throbbing in her swollen clit spread to her entire vulva. She was wet and aroused, ready and willing for anything.

Karsatos stopped spanking her and pulled his white t-shirt off his body. He threw it across the room and reached for the front of his pants. Scully heard the zipper open behind her. She raised herself on her knees and spun to face Karsatos. She wobbled slightly, but kept her balance.

“You want this, don’t you?” Karsatos asked, looking down at his groin. “You want to make daddy happy and suck him, don’t you?”

Scully nodded frantically.

Karsatos laid back on the floor. He spread his legs apart so that Scully was between them. She quickly discarded her shoes and pulled off her pants. She attempted to unbutton her blouse, but her fingers were not functioning properly. She gave up, ripping the blouse open.

She slipped the blouse off and crouched over Karsatos’s groin, wearing only her thong panties. She reached inside his fly and drew his erect cock. It wasn’t as big as she anticipated or hoped but she didn’t care, not in the state she was in. Karsatos laid back, poised and ready to receive Scully’s blow job.

Scully hesitated. What the hell was she doing? That was the last shred of clear thinking in her intoxicated mind. It didn’t stand a chance to her alcohol clogged logic. A wicked thought entered her mind. She looked up at the coffee table at the remnants of their Chinese meal.

She reached for a leftover packet of sweet-and-sour sauce. She brought it up to her mouth, tearing the packet open with her teeth. She squeezed the sauce on the palm of her hand and discarded the empty packet. She crouched over Karsatos again, wrapping her sweet-and-sour sauce covered hand around his cock.

She took his balls in her other hand while she stroked his shaft, smothering it completely with the sauce. She buried her face in his crotch. She licked his balls, moving up the sweet-and-sour sauce covered shaft. She trapped his bulbous cock-head in her mouth, closing her full lips around it. She applied firm pressure, moving down his member until his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She retreated her mouth back up his shaft, slowly. The once sweet-and-sour sauce covered prick was now clean, glistening erotically with her saliva.

She licked him several more times as she continued playing with his balls. She tasted his pre-cum, along with the sweet-and-sour sauce. It was an unusual combination, but not bad at all. Karsatos twitched and moaned with anticipation. Her tongue danced around his ridge, lingering at the hole in the middle. She took his entire head in her warm mouth and advanced down his shaft. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him. She sucked him gently and hard, her tongue caressing the underbelly of his shaft. The booze seemed to give her extra endurance and she blew him for what seemed like hours.

Karsatos moaned and placed his hands on Scully’s hair, grabbing two handfuls of silky red hair. He pushed her down, attempting to ram his entire cock into her mouth. His cock slammed against the back of her throat. It swelled and erupted, squirting a hail of cum against her tonsils and down her throat. Her eyes widened with surprise, but she kept the cock in her mouth, swallowing his seed.

She disengaged herself from his member and stared up at his face proudly. His eyes were closed and his breathing was hard. He finally opened his eyes and glanced at Scully.

“Very good, Agent Scully,” Karsatos said. “You suck a mean dick and you deserve a reward.”

He raised himself on his forearms. Scully rolled off him and laid back on the floor next to him. Now it was her turn to receive pleasure. Karsatos positioned himself over her, supporting himself on his hands and knees. He enveloped one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and kissing gently. He switched to the other tit and repeated the process.

Scully closed her eyes, moaning with delight. Karsatos alternated his sucking and licking between her breasts until both of her nipples were hard. He pulled away from her breasts, leaving them shiny and clean with saliva. He proceeded down her navel, never disengaging his tongue from her body.

He quickly pulled her panties down her thighs and legs. He removed the bunched up panties, focusing on her red-haired muff. She drew her legs up, straddling his shoulders. He teased her, running his tongue around the edge of her pussy. Scully gasped, moaning with anticipation. He pressed his face into her muff, further exciting her. He opened her outer labia and tasted her, his tongue exploring her cunt skillfully. He proceeded to open her up, stretching her until she resembled an opened flower.

He plunged his tongue inside her, flicking and licking her juices. His tongue advanced further inside, moving around and around in her cunt as it advanced. Scully let out a long moan. She placed her hands on the back of his head, holding him steady as he worked on her. The tip of his tongue circled her cunt several more times before moving to her clit.

Scully shuddered violently, feeling his touch on her enlarged, throbbing clit. His licking and sucking sent bolts of pleasure throughout her entire body. She was in heaven!

“Oh, God!” she gasped. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Karsatos continued sucking and caressing her clit, driving her closer to her climax. He suddenly retreated his tongue and moved up her body. He positioned himself over her on his hands and knees. Without warning he grabbed her hips and flipped her over so that she was laying on her stomach under him.

Scully raised herself on her hands and knees, her intoxicated mind racing and swirling with anticipation. Karsatos wrapped his hands around her waist and pushed his rock hard member inside her wet cunt. She moaned as he felt him inside her. He held her hips firmly and pounded her with a brisk pace. Her moaning quickly evolved into grunting and shrieking.

Karsatos penetrated deeper with each thrust until his balls struck her ass. Scully had never had it doggie-style, and now knew what she was missing. He intensified his pumping. His hands dropped from her waist to her crotch. He found her clitoris and stroked her as he fucked her. He groped her breast with his other hand, squeezing and messaging it roughly.

Scully’s cries of pleasure grew louder. Each thrust sent a wave of sexual excitement sweeping over her body. Each thrust inched her closer to a shattering climax. Every cell and nerve in her body filled with sheer pleasure as Karsatos fucked her cunt, stroked her clit, and mauled her breast. Her screams and moans were accompanied by the thunder and lightning outside the apartment. He pounded her without mercy, grunting and panting with each powerful thrust.

Scully shut her eyes as every muscle in her body erupted with ecstasy. A loud animalistic scream drowned out the sounds of the raging storm. She shuddered like never before as the greatest orgasm in her life detonated within her. She felt the cock in her cunt swell and jerk, filling her with cum. Karsatos let out a final grunt and collapsed over her, exhausted and covered with sweat.

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Special Agent Dana Scully emerged from her deep sleep with a gasp. That’s when she heard it. It was a low but intense ringing. Not really ringing, but more like beeping. Her clouded mind attempted to place the noise. Her cell phone!

She sat up with a jolt. It was a bad move. Her temples throbbed with pain, and her head ricocheted across the room. Her hands clutched her head in a futile attempt to alleviate the excruciating hang-over. The persistent ringing only added to her discomfort. Each ring was like a jolt of pain stabbing her head.

She had to stop the damned ringing before it tore her head apart. She looked about the living room. Karsatos was on the floor next to the coffee table. He slept peacefully, oblivious to the annoying ringing. He was naked. Scully looked over her body. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing on her either. The events of the previous night invaded her mind all at once. She covered her face in horror and shame. What had she done?

The ringing persisted.

Scully gasped and sat about finding the cell phone. Anything to make the noise stop. She rolled off the couch and crawled across the floor where her jacket laid. She came across her bunched up panties and gathered them quickly. She reached the jacket and dug inside her pocket until she found her cell phone. She opened it and placed it to her ear.

“Scully,” she said wearily. Even the sound of her voice aggravated her headache.

“Scully? It’s me,” came an all too familiar response.

Her body filled with panic when she heard Mulder’s voice. She instinctively covered her naked breasts with her free hand. “Mulder?” she asked, not really believing it was him.

“Scully?”

“Mulder...”

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you all right, Scully?”

Scully held her forehead. “Mulder...what... Aren’t you on vacation?”

“Not anymore,” Mulder replied. “I’ve been called back to Washington. I just got in about an hour ago.”

“Where are you?”

“At the city morgue. We’ve been assigned to a new case.”

“The morgue?” Scully’s confused mind short-circuited with too much information. “Did you say the morgue?”

“Yeah, I need you to meet me here as soon as you can,” Mulder said. “By the way, Scully, where are you? I called you at home, but you weren’t there.”

Scully glanced at Karsatos as he stirred on the floor. She sputtered the first lie that entered her mind. “I spent the night at a friend’s house. She...wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed with her overnight.”

“Hope your friend feels better,” Mulder said. “I’ll wait for you here.”

He terminated the call.

Scully could swear there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. She quickly stepped into her panties and pulled them up her legs. She wobbled, stopping to regain her balance.

“Who was that?” Karsatos mumbled from the floor. His eyes were closed and he let out a low groan.

Scully slipped her jacket on and gathered her remaining clothes. She was dizzy with shame, horrified at her actions. She was in a strange man’s apartment, slipping into her clothes like a cheap prostitute. This wasn’t like her. She blamed the alcohol. She dared not explore her reasons further because she was scared of the truth.

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THE CITY MORGUE

9:15 A.M.

Scully entered the morgue slowly, almost hesitant to do so. She had splashed water on her face, but it did nothing to help her pulsating sinuses. She spotted Mulder. He was alone, reclining against a table that held a plastic sheet covered body. He looked up, hearing her footsteps.

Mulder stood up straight. A smile almost formed on his lips. “It’s a good thing you showed up, Scully, because this guy is talking my ear off.”

She avoided Mulder’s eyes. “Mulder, what’s going on?”

“You look like you’ve had a rough night,” Mulder said, “How’s your friend doing?” He attempted to make eye contact, but Scully gazed downward.

“Better,” Scully replied. She glanced at the body on the table. “What are you doing here, Mulder? What happened to your vacation?”

“This is bigger than my vacation, Scully.” He turned and faced the body. “Does the name Eddie Van Blundht ring a bell? I’ll give you a hint: the ‘H’ is silent.”

For the first time Scully looked up at Mulder. “What about him?”

Mulder pulled the plastic sheet off the body to expose the head and chest. “Meet Allen Krosky. Mr Krosky here is...was your average 38 year-old male with a below average income. He’s ordinary if you discard the fact he had the same ability to transform his appearance as one Eddie Van Blundht.”

Scully studied the lifeless face of the man. “How is that possible?”

Mulder motioned Scully towards a metal table containing surgical instruments and a microscope. He stood over the microscope and peered through the eye-piece. He looked up at Scully.

“Take a look,” he said.

Scully looked through the eye piece. It took some effort but she finally focused her vision.

“It’s the same voluntary muscle tissue as Eddie Van Blundht,” Mulder explained. “He has it all over his entire body. Van Blundht was not one of a kind.”

Scully looked up from the microscope.

“That’s not all,” Mulder continued. He pointed to the wall containing storage drawers for bodies. “There’s three more like him in there. What we have here, Scully, is four dead Eddie Van Blundhts. To be more specific: four murdered Eddie Van Blundhts. All shot and killed within the past week.”

“Four of them...all in the same city?” She had trouble thinking, much less translating what all this meant. She waited for Mulder to offer the first explanation.

“Looks like someone is eliminating the members of a shape-shifting club.”

“They knew each other?”

“A check of their phone records indicate they all kept in touch,” Mulder replied.

“Any suspects?”

Mulder shook his head. “The ballistic reports are inconclusive since two of the bullets mushroomed on impact. The others are too deformed.”

“Mulder, I have to tell you something,” Scully began, once again avoiding his gaze. “It pertains to all this.”

Mulder stared at Scully. He listened carefully as she told him about Joseph Karsatos, his tattooed friends, Kendall Morris, and the shoot-out. Of course she didn’t dare tell him about her and Karsatos.

“Let's go see Karsatos,” Mulder said, staring at his watch.

Scully tensed. “Mind if I go shower and change first?”

Mulder studied Scully for a moment. “Go ahead. In the meantime I’ll track down Karsatos.”

Scully nodded with relief. She couldn’t face Karsatos so soon, not after what had happened last night. She now regretted her actions and wished she could take them back.

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Scully went home, took two aspirins, showered, and changed her clothes. Her once carefree mind was now burdened with the thoughts of cheap meaningless sex, a shape-shifting rapist, and now four more dead shape-shifters. Sometimes it was all too much.

She stood in the living room of her apartment, placing her gun behind her waist when the cell phone rang. She flinched, realizing it was the same sound which had awaken her in Karsatos’s apartment. She would never listen to a ringing cell phone again without recalling her actions with Joseph Karsatos.

She picked up the cell phone from the coffee table. “Scully?” she said.

“It’s me,” came Mulder’s response. “Joseph Karsatos has asked for some time off from the police force. I dropped by his apartment, but he isn’t there.”

“Now what?” Scully asked.

“I’m on my way to the hospital,” Mulder replied. “I’m going to go see Karsatos’s two friends. Maybe they know something.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“See what you can dig up on the four dead men,” Mulder replied. “Maybe there’s a connection we’ve overlooked.”

Mulder ended the call and Scully sighed with relief. Despite the shower she was still tired and sluggish. Her head no longer throbbed, but she still felt the effects of the alcohol. She could do her research from her computer.

She reached behind her back, removing the holster containing her gun. She tossed it on the coffee table and removed her jacket. She was about to head into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Great, she thought, now what?

She walked to the door and peered through the peephole. She was surprised to see Joseph Karsatos standing outside her door. He appeared nervous and looked around the hallway. What was he doing here?

She hesitated for a moment before opening the door. In contrast to their first meeting at the Cactus Café, Karsatos was neatly dressed in a suit. His hair was combed and well groomed. He looked like a new man.

“Agent Scully,” he said. “How are you doing this morning?”

It was an absurd question and Scully almost scoffed. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice cold and impersonal.

“We need to talk,” Karsatos said. “May I come in?”

She stepped aside. “I have a few questions of my own.”

Karsatos stepped into the apartment. Scully closed the door, turning her back to him. That was all the opportunity he needed. He stepped directly behind her, and delivered a solid blow to the back of her neck. Scully gasped with pain, uttering a low moan. She collapsed to the floor, twitching violently before passing out.

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Scully emerged from the sea of darkness like a deep sea diver advancing towards the surface. A low moan drowned in her throat. Her senses slowly but surely came to her. She suddenly recalled opening the door for Karsatos, and feeling the sharp pain on her neck. The pain was still present and it snapped her into reality.

Her eyes focused and she regained full consciousness. She tried to move but couldn’t. She immediately realized she was tied down to a round wooden table. She was laying face down on her stomach. Her legs were spread apart, tied to the legs of the table so that she was bent over the table. Her arms were also spread apart in front of her, tied to the other two table legs.

She was also gagged. A cloth packing had been stuffed into her mouth, held in place by several layers of duct tape. The gag not only silenced her, but also hampered her breathing. She felt the cold wooden table on her breasts and stomach. Her panic turned to terror when she realized she was naked, but for her pumps.

She tested her bonds, grunting under the gag which was drenched with saliva. The ropes were thin but sturdy. She could move her waist and sway her backside, but her arms and legs were securely tied down.

She calmed herself and studied her surroundings. She was in the kitchen of a house. It was well kept and spacious. The curtains covering the window over the sink were closed. She listened for any sounds, but there was only an eerie silence. She had a feeling she was no longer within the city limits. She wondered where Karsatos was, and why he had brought her here. She continued struggling but froze, hearing footsteps behind her.

“How are you doing, Special Agent Dana Scully?”

Karsatos stepped in front of her, holding her badge in one hand and her 9 millimeter in the other. Scully met his gaze. She immediately knew the man standing before her was not Joseph Karsatos. His appearance was that of Karsatos, but his eyes were cold and dark.

“You sure don’t look like an FBI agent,” Karsatos said, studying the badge. “But then...appearances are dubious criteria...”

Karsatos’s face melted and contorted before her eyes. His face took the shape of a pleasant looking middle-aged man. His eyes remained cold and intense. He threw her badge and gun on the counter top.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the man said. “I’m Kendall Morris and I’m a shape shifting rapist.”

Morris laughed. He paced around the table, his eyes glued to her body. “I wasn’t always a rapist. In fact, I was a therapist. A stand up citizen. My unusual ability allowed me to get plenty of ass. You name it I fucked it. Women always claim they want a sensitive man with a sense of humor and bla, bla, bla... That’s complete bullshit. You give them a hard body and a handsome face, and that sense of humor crap goes out the window.”

Morris paused. He continued pacing around the table, circling Scully like a vulture. “Eventually I got bored. Fucking was like pissing. No excitement. No challenge. Nothing. The only thing left to do was...rape. Why not? I gave it a try, first with my patients and then with others. It worked! I rediscovered myself. Fucking was exciting again! I loved the way women fight it. They fight themselves. They fight to keep from coming!” Morris burst out laughing. “No contest! They come all right!”

Scully closed her eyes, swallowing hard. Morris was nothing more than a typical rapist caught up in his own perverted fantasies. She had read enough profiles and understood his twisted explanation. She was at the mercy of this sick bastard. She once again fought the panic building within her.

Morris stopped pacing and leaned against the counter. “I specially like the uptight bitches, like you. They take real exception to getting their muff ruffled. Specially from a scruffy looking character. Most of them didn’t say shit. Then I got creative. I raped women looking like Hitler, Mr. Spock, and even Clark Gable. You should have seen the look on their faces. Most didn’t know whether to ask me for an autograph or come!”

He crossed his arms and laughed, staring at Scully. “I’ve been watching you, Agent Scully. I’ve had my eye on you since you met Joseph Karsatos at the Cactus Café. I followed you to his apartment. I didn’t think you were the type of woman who spends the night at the apartment of a man you barely know.”

Morris once again paced around Scully, stopping behind her. “I like that. You have a naughty side to you, Dana.” He ran his index finger around the snake tattoo on her lower back, making her flinch. “Yes...very naughty indeed.” He slapped her across her bare ass.

Scully gasped, feeling the sharp sting on her backside. She whimpered through the gag. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Her breathing was intense and erratic. Fear consumed her.

“I’ve taken care of Detective Karsatos’s three friends. I know about him and his 'little club'. The Iguana Hunters! Please!” Morris continued. “And now I’m going to take care of Karsatos. In the meantime, we are going to have some fun.”

Her heart skipped a beat. A chill ran up her spine. Morris walked away from the table and left the kitchen. No! She couldn’t allow this happen to her. She resumed squirming and grunting. The ropes did not give one inch. Her wrists burned with each tug. The table squeaked and slid across the kitchen floor, but her bindings remained taut and secure.

Morris returned to the kitchen. Scully heard him approach and stopped struggling. He stood over her, leering at her naked body. He stroked her side with the back of his rough hand.

“Such beautiful, smooth skin,” he said under his breath.

Scully closed her eyes. She remained still, fighting the urge to twist and jerk as his hand advanced down her side. That’s exactly what he wanted and she wasn’t about to give him the pleasure of watching her squirm. Morris reached her hip.

“Oh, yes,” he exhaled. “You look and feel good enough to eat.” He chuckled, stroking her smooth thigh. “Speaking of eating...”

His hand retreated from her thigh. Through the corner of her eye she watched Morris walk to the refrigerator and open the door. He studied the contents for a moment, and then pulled something out. He returned to the table, carrying a can of whipped cream. He tossed it in the air and caught it.

He stood over Scully, shaking the can of whipped cream. “If I only had some strawberries,” he said.

He stepped behind her, raising his eyebrows as he studied her round full ass. He held the can directly over her buttocks and sprayed the whipped cream in a circle pattern. He drew a swirl on her ass, finishing with a generous amount of cream in the center between her cheeks.

Scully lost her composure and twisted violently, swaying her backside from side to side. She cursed and mumbled under the gag. Lose strands of red hair fell over her face, impeding her sight.

Morris ignored her struggling and tossed the can of whipped cream away. He took a step back, admiring his art work. “Martha Stewart, eat your heart out!” he said with a chuckle.

He suddenly stepped behind her, knelt between her spread legs, and plunged his mouth into the whipped cream. He licked the cream off her ass, following the circle pattern.

Scully cursed and grunted with disgust. She thrashed about, attempting to resist the humiliating act. She felt his tongue flicking obscenely on her bare ass and gyrated her middle violently. He grasped her hips, holding her steady as he lapped and ate the whipped cream.

Scully was on the verge of tears, but Morris continued licking away with abandonment. He took his time, licking her ass clean as he worked his way to the middle of the whipped cream swirl. His lips and mouth were covered with excess whipped cream. He resembled a participant at a pie eating contest.

He finally reached the middle of the swirl and lapped hungrily at the mound of whipped cream between her cheeks. Scully shook her head, mumbling desperately as she felt his tongue between her crack. He licked and lapped until every trace of whipped cream was gone from her ass.

Morris released her hips and stood, wiping the excess whipped cream from his lips and mouth with his hand. “Delicious!” he said, shaking his head. “I always wanted to do that.”

He walked around the table and stood in front of Scully. She panted heavily and her eyes were closed. He wiped away several strands of lose hair from her face.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” he asked.

Scully opened her eyes and glared at him. She jerked her head away from his hand. Her disgust turned to rage. She wished she wasn’t gagged, so she could spit and curse at him.

Morris laughed. “I think you did. You bad little girl. And now for the real action! Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”

Morris walked out of the kitchen with a skip in his step. Scully once again strained and pulled at the ropes securing her wrists. She had to do something. The futile struggling, along with the gag in her mouth, quickly exhausted her. She cried with frustration, heaving and sucking air through her nose. Hair covered her face and sweat dripped from her temple. Her wrists burned with a reddish color and her fingers pulsated due to limited circulation.

She suddenly heard classical music playing from somewhere in the house. She stopped and listened to the violin music. She identified it as the work of Antonio Vivaldi. The gradual build up of the violin melody was beautiful.

The music overshadowed every other sound and she failed to hear Morris step back into the kitchen until he stood before her. “A little atmosphere music never hurt anyone,” he said. “I love Vivaldi. Don’t you?”

He pulled his tie loose. Scully watched as he discarded the tie and reached for the buttons of his white dress shirt.

He suddenly began singing. “I’m singin’ in the rain! Singin’ in the rain!” He stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. “What a glorious feelin’ and I’m happy again! 'A Clockwork Orange'. My favorite movie of all time.”

Without missing a beat he unbuttoned his slacks and opened his fly. He resumed singing. “I’m laughing at clouds, so dark up above! The sun’s in my heart and I’m ready for love!”

Scully’s eyes reflected a never before seen terror as she watched him pull his slacks down to his ankles. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his under-shorts and yanked them down around his ankles. He raised himself upright, spreading his arms out as if to showoff his prick.

Scully was on the verge of hyperventilating as Morris stood before her wearing only his white t-shirt with his slacks and shorts bunched around his ankles. He twisted his hips, making his limp cock swing from side to side.

“I’m ready for love!” he said in the same sing song voice. He glanced at Scully and smiled sadistically. “Here I come, baby!”

She shook her head violently, grunting into the gag. Morris hopped around the table like a kangaroo, gradually advancing towards her ass. With one final leap he landed directly between her spread legs.

Scully jerked and twisted in every direction her limited movements allowed. She turned her head back towards Morris, pleading through the gag. He ignored her muffled pleas, rubbed his hands together, and grabbed her ass with both hands. He played with her flesh until he was fully erect.

Scully’s eyes bulged with utter terror when she felt the tip of his penis against her buttocks. He held her hips steady as he teased her with his cock. He slapped her cheeks with his erect penis and slid it between her crack. He suddenly spread her buttocks apart with his powerful fingers and pushed his penis inside.

Scully’s muffled cries of indignation were masked by Vivaldi’s violins. The thought of Morris penetrating her sent her into a frenzy. She sobbed openly as Morris pushed past her sphincter, inching his way inside her. His penetration was smooth, almost graceful. He pushed until he was fully inside her and his balls struck her backside.

He bent his legs slightly, adjusted his angle, and pumped into her ass. He rammed her with steady but intense strokes. Scully cried and squirmed wildly, attempting to resist her rapist. Morris mirrored her motions and continued pounding her. His brutal anal assault knocked more hair across her face. She grabbed the ropes, which bound her wrists to the legs of the table, and held on tight as Morris rode her.

He slapped the side of her ass as he pumped into her. He was in perfect synch with Vivaldi’s music, varying the intensity of his stroking in reference to the tone of the music. Each powerful stroke produced a muffled cry from Scully. She could do nothing, but endure the violent rape of her ass.

Morris was relentless, relishing every thrust into her. He grunted and panted like a wild animal. He suddenly increased his pumping, pounding her with enough force to move the table several inches across the kitchen floor. His grunting, Scully’s muffled moans, and Vivaldi’s music all combined to produce a violent composition.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt his cock swell and spasm inside her. Morris let out a final loud grunt. He held her hips tight, digging his pincer like fingers into her delicate flesh. He arched his back and came, shooting his cum deep inside her.

Scully let out a final scream, that despite her gag, was audible over Vivaldi’s music. It wasn’t a scream of pain, but of rage and humiliation. She felt a burning wetness inside her and ceased her struggling. What was the point? Morris had finished. He collapsed over her, gasping for breath and cursing softly under his breath. He finally slid out of her and stood.

“That was a great butt-fuck, Agent Scully,” he said, glowing proudly. He wacked her across her ass with his hand and reached down to pull up his shorts and slacks. He walked away from her and left the kitchen.

Scully remained still on the table. Her breathing was hard and her eyes were closed. She found temporary refuge from the terrible experience within the music of Vivaldi, but that was short lived when the music stopped.

Morris returned to the kitchen. He had changed into a camouflaged military uniform and applied green and black paint to his face. He carried a .45 automatic and stood before Scully.

“After I take care of Karsatos we’re going to have even more fun,” Morris said.

Lightning flashed outside the kitchen window. That was followed by a long thunder sequence. Morris walked past Scully, turned off the lights, and left her alone in the kitchen once again. Another flash of lightning illuminated the kitchen window and then the rain came.

Scully listened to the heavy downpour outside the house. She had no idea where she was, but the lack of noise meant the house was located somewhere in the country.

It was dark outside and she had no idea what time it was or how long she had been here. The events of the past two days were fuzzy, almost surreal. She wondered how her life descended into total chaos and terror in such a short span of time.

“Agent Scully!”

Scully raised her head upon hearing her name. She recognized the voice as that of Joseph Karsatos. She strained and mumbled under the gag with renewed energy. Karsatos was walking into an ambush and she had to warn him.

Karsatos burst into the dark kitchen, plastering himself against a wall near the entrance of the kitchen. He held his gun with both hands, ready to fire. He stared at Scully as she continued squirming on the table.

“Hold on,” Karsatos said, his eyes darting around the kitchen.

He advanced towards Scully, ready for anything. He stood over her, pondering his next move. Scully continued mumbling and shaking her head. She was obviously trying to tell him something. He reached for the tape around her mouth.

The kitchen window shattered with a single shot fired from outside the house. The bullet struck Karsatos in the chest, knocking him back. He fell to the kitchen floor with a loud painful grunt.

Scully’s heart sank when Karsatos hit the kitchen floor. Her only hope for rescue had been eliminated. She wainted for Morris to come back inside.

Her eyes suddenly expanded with surprise when she spotted Karsatos raising himself up on his hands and knees! He crawled towards the kitchen door that led outside the house and staggered to his feet. He took cover next to the door and waited, holding his gun.

The kitchen door swung open. Morris stormed inside, dripping wet, his gun raised. His smile faded when he noticed the empty space where Karsatos had fallen. He failed to notice Karsatos standing behind him, aiming the gun at his back.

“Bullet-proof vest, motherfucker!”

Morris jumped, spinning around towards Karsatos’s voice. He was greeted with three shots to his heart. Morris stumbled back, hitting the table where Scully laid before falling to the floor.

Karsatos lowered his gun and made his way towards the light switch. He turned on the lights and walked towards Scully. He glared at the body of Morris, and then turned his attention to Scully. He peeled the tape from her mouth as she grimaced with pain. She pushed out the saliva soaked packing with her tongue, gasping for air.

“Detective Karsatos,” she gasped. “Untie me please.”

Karsatos stepped away from Scully. He stood in front of her with a serious expression. She looked up at him

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Cut me lose.”

“I can’t do that,” he said flatly.

“Why not?”

“You know about me,” Karsatos said. “You know about me and my...organization.”

“Your friends are dead,” Scully said. “Morris killed them.”

“That’s all right,” Karsatos said. “They can and will be replaced. I’m not going to stop until I’ve eradicated every one of his kind.” He glanced towards Morris.

“Some of the men you’ve killed were innocent,” Scully said. “Why?”

“Why take any chances?” Karsatos replied. “You have seen first hand the kind of havoc one of them can cause. I’ve known about them for a long time. It took a lot of time and work, but we finally tracked down a bunch of them...right here in the city. Because of their ability they pose a threat to society, and they must be dealt with...at any cost.”

She stared at Karsatos with loathing in her eyes. “You’re nothing but a cold blooded killer.”

“It’s a dirty job, Agent Scully, but someone has to do it,” Karsatos said. “It’s too bad a few innocent people have to die for the good of everyone, but that’s the way the ball bounces.” He raised his gun at Scully. “I’m sorry, Dana, but it has to be this way.”

Scully gasped with fear.

A single shot rang out. Karsatos took a bullet through his throat. He staggered back, his eyes full of shock. He clutched his throat, gasping desperately before collapsing to the floor.

Mulder darted into the kitchen, making his way to Scully. He stopped and glared at Karsatos lying dead on the floor. "Bullet proof that, asshole." He turned his attention to his partner. “Are you all right, Scully?”

She wasn’t all right, but she was still alive. Mulder had once again saved her. “Cut me lose,” she said, her voice cracking.

Mulder removed his wet overcoat and draped it over her. He walked to the kitchen counter. He opened several drawers until finding one with kitchen utensils. He retrieved a knife and returned to the table.

“Where am I?” she asked. “How did you find me?”

Mulder sliced the ropes securing her wrists to the legs of the table. “After I found Karsatos’s two friends dead I knew he was going to come after Morris. This is Morris’ other address. It was a long shot but it payed off.”

He knelt behind Scully and resumed cutting the ropes securing her ankles to the table legs. He did not ask her what had happened, and Scully appreciated that. He knew her well and could draw his own conclusions.

After he finished cutting her lose she stood from the table, holding Mulder’s overcoat tightly around her body. She glanced at Morris and Karsatos on the floor. Her lip quivered and she looked away.

“Let’s get out of here, Scully,” Mulder whispered, wrapping his arm around her.

He led her away from the kitchen. Her ordeal was over. She once again felt safe and leaned her head against his shoulder. She sobbed softly as they walked past the living room of the house and stepped out into the harsh rain. It didn’t bother them. They were in their own private world, the way it was meant to be.

THE END

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