The Further Adventures

Of

Special Agent Dana Scully

By

Peril Master

WARNING: The following story contains offensive material (i.e. rape). If you can't stomach that then don't read any further. Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Booby Trap"

WASHINGTON, DC

FBI HEADQUARTERS

8:05 A.M.

Special Agent Dana Scully stepped into the basement office she and Mulder shared. She was immediately hit in the chest by a plastic dart, the kind of dart fired from a toy gun. The dart bounced off her breast and fell to the floor. Scully looked up, her face expressing surprise and contempt.

Mulder sat behind his desk, his feet propped up. He was grinning from ear to ear, holding a plastic toy gun.

"You're going to have to be quicker than that if you want to play tag: the assassination game," Mulder said cheerfully. He raised the gun barrel to his lips and blew on it.

Scully crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway. "What are you doing, Mulder? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Tag: The Assassination Game," Mulder replied. "1984 Linda Hamilton movie about a bunch of college kids who play a game where they pretend to stalk and assassinate each other. Only one guy goes crazy and starts using a real gun. I give it three stars. Check it out, Scully."

"Mulder, you need to get out more often"

"Is that an offer?" Mulder asked.

Scully gave Mulder one of her "get-real" looks.

Mulder removed his feet from the desk. In his best Texas drawl he said, "Hey, Scully, bust out your cowboy boots cause we're going back to Texas."

"Texas?" Scully asked. "Why?"

Mulder picked up the first manila folder from a stack on his cluttered desk. He stood and handed the folder to Scully.

Scully took the folder and opened it. Inside was a crime scene picture of a man lying in a pool of blood. The picture was accompanied by the usual crime report.

"James McKenna," Mulder began. "Shot to death outside his house." He handed Scully a second folder.

Scully opened the folder. It was the same subject matter but with a different man.

"Dale McDonald," Mulder explained. "Shot and killed while working the grave-yard shift at a convenience store."

Mulder handed Scully a third folder. It was more of the same.

"Michael Douglas," Mulder said. He waited for a reaction from Scully but there was none. "Not the actor. He was shot and killed while watching TV in his house...actually his trailer."

Mulder handed Scully the last folder.

"Robert 'Pork Chop' Kenser." Again Mulder waited for a reaction from Scully.

This time she looked up. "Pork Chop?" Scully asked.

Mulder shrugged, "I bet he had a tough time in grade school. Anyway, he was found shot to death in his pick-up truck outside the town's only strip joint."

"What's the connection?" Scully asked.

Mulder leaned on his desk. "Six weeks ago strange lights were spotted over Berlington, Texas, population 8,500. Four days later those four men came forward, claiming they had been abducted by aliens. Since they pretty much knew each other it was rumored they had concocted the whole story for publicity. They even sold their stories to a tabloid newspaper."

Mulder picked up a copy of a tabloid newspaper and offered it to Scully.

Scully refused it. "I'll take your word on it."

"Have you ever heard of Paul K. Kaminski, Scully?"

Scully shook her head. "Who is he?"

"He's a writer. He writes books about the big government conspiracy to cover up the existence of aliens. He's a bit on the flaky side. Even I don't buy most of his theories."

Scully raised an eyebrow of surprise. "What does he have to do with the murders in Texas?"

"He was going to write a book on the Berlington abductees," Mulder replied. "Only it's hard to write a book when your subjects get knocked off one by one. Anyway, the local authorities have been unable to come up with any leads or suspects. That's where we come in."

"Why us?" Scully asked. "This is a murder investigation not an X-file."

Mulder shrugged. He broke into a sing-song voice, "Anything with UFO's Mulder and Scully will do for you."

Scully sighed. She recalled what happened the last time they visited Texas. "Mulder, promise me you won't stick a stake in anyone's chest this time."

BERLINGTON, TEXAS

11:05 A.M.

Mulder parked the rental car outside the sheriff's office building. He stepped out of the car and took in the surroundings. Scully exited from her usual passenger side door. The two agents didn't waste any time in sight-seeing. Berlington, Texas was no different from any of the countless small towns they had visited during their adventures into the paranormal.

Mulder followed Scully as she ascended the stairs of the building. He suddenly realized that she was wearing a navy blue skirt instead of pants. This was not right. Scully never wore skirts while doing field work. She reserved her more feminine attire for special occasions like meetings and presentations.

He noticed how delicious her ass moved under the material of her skirt. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Scully really knew how to strut her stuff. This was the same woman who wore pajamas to bed. What the hell was he thinking? This was Scully, his partner and best friend. He disregarded Scully's ass and walked to the front door of the building.

Mulder and Scully stepped into the Berlington sheriff's office. They were met by a tall and rugged middle-age man. He was dressed in jeans, a white shirt, cowboy boots, and a white hat. He was John Wayne in the flesh. His sheriff's badge was pinned on his chest. He carried a .44 Magnum revolver in a holster around his waist. He was a physically imposing man, taller than Mulder.

Mulder introduced himself, "I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Special Agent Dana Scully."

"Pleased to meet you and welcome to Berlington, Texas," the sheriff said, stretching out his hand. "I'm Sheriff Roy Patton."

After the usual handshakes Patton led Mulder and Scully to his office and filled them in on the details of the case. Apparently the four dead men had received some money for selling their stories. Patton theorized that someone, probably a local, had killed the four men for their money. He even had a suspect in mind.

Mulder stared at Patton. He noticed that the sheriff's eyes were glued to Scully's legs. Mulder glanced at Scully. He noticed that her skirt had ridden up her legs. A knot formed in his throat when he spotted what had to be part of a stocking top. Scully was wearing stockings! He reminded himself yet again that this was the same woman who wore pajamas to bed. No wonder Patton was staring.

After Patton finished speaking Scully turned to Mulder. Mulder quickly looked away from her legs and faced Patton. The two men shared an accusing look.

Mulder cleared his throat. "How much money did each man get?"

"Fifteen hundred dollars each," Patton replied.

"Four thousand dollars total?" Mulder scoffed. "This is Texas. Do you really think someone is going to risk the death penalty for four thousand dollars?"

Patton shrugged. "I've seen people killed for twenty dollars."

"You said you had a suspect?" Scully asked.

Patton stole another glance at Scully's legs. "Yeah. His name is Jose Gomez. He's an ex-con who lives just outside of town. He just did seven years for armed robbery."

"Why do you suspect him?" Mulder asked.

"Call it a hunch," Patton replied. "Several people also spotted his car leaving the scene of the last murder."

"Have you talked to him??" Scully asked.

Patton shook his head. "I was waiting until you people got here."

"Why is he still around?" Mulder asked.

"Maybe he's not the sharpest pencil in the box," Patton said.

Mulder sighed. "Well, let's pay Mr. Gomez a visit."

Patton watched as Scully uncrossed her legs and stood from her chair. This careful observation earned him a flash up her skirt. He couldn't really see anything but it was enough to give him a raging hard-on.

Mulder drove the rental car behind Patton's patrol car. Patton was not kidding when he said Gomez lived outside of town. Mulder followed Patton off the main road and down a winding gravel road. They were at least twenty miles from the town.

They finally arrived at an old decaying house. It was nestled among a clearing of brush and trees. The house needed a paint job and a new roof. There were two discarded rusting cars in front of the house. Mulder observed that Jose Gomez could really use four thousand dollars.

The sheriff and the two FBI agents walked to the front door of the house. Patton knocked and waited. There was no response. Patton knocked again. This time the front door squeaked open.

A Hispanic man in his late twenties to early thirties stood at the entrance. He wasn't a tall man but had a muscular build. He wore a white T-shirt and both of his arms were covered with tattoos.

"Jose Gomez?' Mulder asked.

"Who wants to know?" Gomez asked, irritated.

Mulder showed him his badge. "I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Special Agent Dana Scully. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

"Well, I do mind," Gomez said. He turned to Patton. "What the fuck have you been telling them?"

"Easy Gomez," Patton said. "You heard Agent Mulder. All we want is to ask you some questions. Are you gonna let us in or do I have to drag your ass down to town?"

"Fuck," Gomez cursed under his breath. "Come in."

Gomez stepped aside.

Mulder and Scully stepped into the house.

Gomez and Patton gave each other an understanding look. Gomez nodded slightly. Patton stood at the entrance with Gomez. He closed the door behind him and then drew the .44 Magnum from his holster. He aimed the gun at Mulder and Scully.

"Hold it right there," Patton said flatly.

Mulder and Scully spun around. They were confronted by the massive revolver. Gomez smiled bitterly at the two shocked FBI agents standing in his filthy living room.

"What do you know?" Gomez said, staring at Scully. "Looks like we have some fresh meat."

"What the hell is this, Patton?" Mulder asked angrily. He took a step towards Patton.

Patton raised the gun to Mulder's face. "One more step and I'll blow your brains all over that expensive suit of yours."

Mulder froze. He still couldn't believe this was happening. What had they walked into here?

"I want you to take out your weapons, nice and slow, and hand them to my buddy Gomez here," Patton said in a serious voice.

"We're federal agents," Scully protested. "You can't-"

Patton raised his gun and fired a shot over the agents' heads. Everyone except Patton jumped. The booming shot echoed throughout the silent house. "You got five seconds to comply," Patton warned.

Gomez approached Mulder and Scully. The two agents pulled their weapons out and handed them to Gomez. They didn't take their eyes off Patton.

Gomez studied Scully carefully. "A redheaded FBI agent," he teased. "I wonder if the curtains match the carpet?"

He walked behind Scully, eyeing her with extreme interest. He suddenly gave her a hard slap on her ass.

Scully jumped and spun around to face Gomez, her eyes spitting hate. "You touch me again and I'll kill you!" she screamed.

Patton and Gomez laughed.

Gomez walked away from Scully and joined Patton. "Nice ass," Gomez said. "Nice and tight." He kept leering at Scully.

"All right, Gomez," Patton said. "Do your thing."

Gomez walked out of the living room and disappeared down a narrow hallway.

"What's this about, Patton?" Mulder asked. "What are you going to do with us?"

"You'll soon find out," Patton replied.

"You're the killer," Mulder blurted out. "You killed those four men, didn't you?"

Patton's face confirmed Mulder's accusation.

"Why?" Scully asked.

"I'll explain it all later," Patton said. "I actually had a very good reason for doing it. It was all in the name of research. Not our research but research is always a good cause."

"What the hell are you talking about Patton?" Mulder asked.

Gomez returned with a large gym bag. He dropped it on the wooden floor and knelt before the bag.

Scully watched as Gomez removed several yards of rope, duct tape, and several ball-gags. Her heart took a dive. Something inside her told her they were in serious trouble.

"Get on your knees," Patton ordered. "Both of you."

"You can't do this, Patton," Mulder warned. "You're going to have to answer to-"

"Get on your fucking knees!" Patton repeated.

The two agents obeyed. As soon as their knees touched the hardwood floor Gomez grabbed Mulder's arms and pulled them behind his back. He tied his wrists securely with a length of rope. Mulder could tell his wrists were well tied.

Gomez moved to Mulder's ankles and repeated the process. He worked quickly and efficiently. He knew what he was doing. After he finished tying his ankles Gomez shoved Mulder forward. Mulder fell to the floor on his stomach. He had to turn his face to avoid hitting his nose on the floor.

Gomez took another length of rope and tied it to Mulder's bound wrists. He looped it between Mulder's ankles and pulled on the end. Mulder felt his legs bend towards his back. Gomez pulled the rope until Mulder's feet were almost touching his hands. He then tied the rope off. Mulder was now securely hog-tied.

Gomez was not done. He reached for a roll of duct tape and tore the end off. He then began to wrap the tape around Mulder's mouth. He went around his head several times. Each time he seemed to pull harder.

Scully watched as Mulder was being tied. The thought of being bound like that herself scared her. There was no telling what these insane men were going to do. She suddenly began to tremble.

"Now do the woman," Patton said to Gomez.

Gomez moved on Scully. He took hold of Scully's arms and tied her hands behind her back just as securely as he had tied Mulder's. He was about to tie her ankles but Patton stopped him.

"Wait a minute," Patton said.

Gomez looked up at Patton and waited for instructions.

"Put a ball-gag in her mouth," Patton ordered.

Gomez reached for a red ball-gag with a black strap. He held it in front of Scully's full lips. "Open up, baby," Gomez ordered.

Scully didn't comply. She kept her mouth closed.

Patton walked to where Mulder lay. He casually pointed the .44 Magnum to the back of Mulder's head and turned to Scully. "Open your mouth or your partner dies."

Scully glanced at Mulder. She saw the look on Patton's face and knew he meant what he said. She didn't have a choice. She opened her mouth.

"There, that's more like it," Patton said.

Gomez shoved the ball-gag into Scully's mouth. He quickly fastened it behind her head with the buckle. Scully tasted the hard plastic in her mouth. It completely silenced her as it wedged between her teeth. She had experienced being gagged before but never like this.

"Stand her up," Patton ordered.

When Scully heard this her fear turned to terror. What was Patton going to do to her? Gomez pulled Scully up by her shoulders. He pinned her arms to her side and held her tight.

Patton replaced his revolver in the holster around his waist. He walked up to Scully and stood before her. He studied her from head to toes. A sadistic smile formed on his lips. Scully turned away. She couldn't face his icy gaze. Her heart raced with fear and anticipation.

"Let's have a good look at this redhead," Patton said.

He suddenly reached up to Scully's collar and ripped open the neck of her blouse with a violent tug. The thin material quickly gave way, exposing Scully's black lace bra. Scully closed her eyes and whimpered through the ball-gag.

Mulder looked up at Patton and mumbled angrily under the layers of duct tape. His body movements were reduced to rocking from side to side.

Patton ignored Mulder's frantic squirming and resumed tearing Scully's blouse. He smiled as he leered at her creamy breasts clad in the cups of the black bra. They weren't really big but they were nice and perky. Bite size, he noted to himself.

"Now let's see what's underneath that pretty little skirt," Patton said.

Patton reached down under Scully's skirt. Scully suddenly kicked at him, attempting to knee him in the groin. Her skirt prevented her from reaching her target but Patton flinched involuntarily.

Patton took a step back and laughed. "Well, you're a feisty little thing, aren't you? I like that." Patton reached down to his ankle and pulled up his pant leg.

Scully watched in horror as Patton pulled out a switch-blade knife from inside his boot. He flicked it open and stood before Scully. She felt her heart rate shoot up another notch, if that was possible. She fought her fear. She couldn't let him see how terrified she actually was.

Patton lowered the knife under Scully's skirt. He stared into her face and jerked the blade up, slicing through her skirt. The knife was extremely sharp and it quickly made short work of the fabric. Patton stopped cutting when he got close to Scully's crotch. He knelt before her and parted the skirt with both hands.

"Make a wish, Gomez," Patton said as he ripped apart what was left of Scully's skirt. His tugging was so hard that the waist of the skirt broke away from Scully's middle. Patton let the skirt fall to the floor and leered at Scully. She was clad in black lace panties with a matching garter belt and taupe nylon stockings.

Gomez whooped and hollered. "Looks like this FBI agent has a secret! We just hit the jackpot!"

Scully closed her eyes. She could feel hot tears of humiliation begin to well up in her eyes. She fought with all her might to keep them from escaping. She remained still. There was no point in struggling.

Mulder stared up at Scully. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was Scully. She was a cool and competent FBI agent and here she was, wearing an outfit straight out of Victoria's Secret. Perhaps there was a side of Scully he didn't know. Maybe underneath that calmed and detached exterior she was really a wild woman. Whatever her reasons were for wearing that underwear she was now at the mercy of these two lunatics and there was nothing he could do to help her.

Patton stared at Scully. He was almost salivating. "Did you wear that for your partner, Dana?" He laughed with gusto.

Scully remained still. Her breathing was labored. The ball-gag was interfering with her normal breathing.

"I bet she's fucking him," Gomez said, motioning to Mulder.

"Is that right, sweetheart?" Patton asked. He took hold of Scully's chin and forced her to look up at him. "Are you fucking him?"

With his free hand Patton reached down and ran his hand down the front of Scully's milky white thigh. He felt her smooth skin and inserted his finger between the elastic garter and her bare thigh. He pulled back on the garter and then released it. The elastic made a popping sound as it hit Scully's bare skin above her stocking top.

Scully flinched when she felt the elastic sting her thigh. She had switched from pantyhose to stockings only a few days before. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she bought a garter belt with a pair of stockings. She became fascinated with the outfit and couldn't believe how confident and feminine it made her feel. Of course she never intended for Mulder or anyone to see it.

Patton raised the knife to Scully's throat and ran the blade along her smooth delicate neck. "Let's get you more comfortable," he said.

He proceeded to cut away Scully's jacket. He sliced the arms so that the jacket came off despite the fact her hands were tied behind her back. The jacket fell to the floor before her and Patton got to work on her blouse.

Mulder couldn't bare to watch any further. He couldn't stand his partner being humiliated by these two perverts and looked away. That was his only defense against what was transpiring before him.

Patton cut the blouse away from Scully's body. She was standing there, dressed only in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She felt extremely vulnerable and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Patton stepped back and admired his work. "That's better. You can continue Gomez."

Gomez pulled Scully down to her knees. He tied Scully's ankles and pushed her down to the floor. He stared at her ass and felt his excitement grow. As she laid on her stomach Gomez proceeded to tie her in the same hog-tie as he had bound Mulder.

"Gomez here is a bondage freak," Patton said. "He knows every trick in the book when it comes to tying people up."

Gomez stood and admired his handiwork.

Patton padded Gomez on the shoulder. "Good job, Gomez." He addressed Mulder and Scully. "We're gonna go get some equipment ready. Don't go anywhere now. The fun is just about to begin."

Patton and Gomez walked out of the living room. They disappeared down the narrow hallway.

Mulder and Scully faced each other. They were completely helpless. Mulder tested his bonds but he was securely tied. There was no way he was going to break free. He could barely move. They couldn't even communicate. Mulder noticed a strand of drool escape from Scully's mouth. She looked very uncomfortable and he didn't envy her ball-gag.

Scully made eye contact with Mulder. She prayed and hoped this was all a nightmare and she would wake up in her apartment, safe and sound. With each passing minute their predicament became reality. What was going to happen to them? She knew what was going to happen to her but didn't want to accept it. Anything but that. She would even prefer death. She knew, however, that death was not going to come anytime soon.

She found herself blaming Mulder for their misfortune. Once again his quest for little gray men had put them in a dangerous situation. She stared at him and he looked back at her. He must have read her eyes because his gaze turned from subdued to questioning. He knew what she was thinking.

Scully felt her arms and legs begin to protest against their restraints. Her knees and thighs ached. The ball-gag severely limited her air intake and she had to concentrate to breath. She felt drool running down to the floor from her bottom lip.

Patton and Gomez returned thirty minutes later. They stood over Mulder and Scully like overlords eyeing their subjects. "Let's do this," Patton said to Gomez.

Gomez knelt before Scully and untied the rope between her ankles and wrists, releasing her from her hog-tie. Scully let out a low moan of relief as her legs were finally allowed to stretch. Gomez turned Scully on her back. She was repulsed by his touch and her eyes reflected her disgust. Gomez pulled her up to a standing position. He draped her bound body over his shoulder and lifted her off the floor effortlessly. He carried her away from the living room and Mulder.

Scully and Mulder made eye contact. Mulder had never seen Scully more frightened than she appeared to be now. He tried to yell at Patton but all that came out were the usual muffled grunts. Fucking bastards, Mulder thought. Where were they taking her?

"Shut the fuck up!" Patton said, delivering a sharp kick to Mulder's side. Mulder grunted with pain. Patton followed Gomez out of the living room. He turned back to Mulder and laughed, "Don't worry, Mulder. We'll take good care of your pretty little partner."

Mulder watched them disappear down the narrow hallway. There was nothing he could do to stop them. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to Scully. He would accept it but he would never live it down.

Gomez carried Scully into a bedroom. The room was bare except for a large bed, some old wooden chairs, and several video cameras positioned around the bed. Several microphones also accompanied the cameras. The room resembled a cheap movie set.

Scully panicked when she spotted the video cameras around the king size bed. A hard knot developed in her throat. This can't be happening! She suddenly found herself struggling. Perhaps it was an involuntary reaction to looming peril.

Gomez laughed as Scully squirmed and kicked over his shoulder. He spanked her ass playfully. "Take it easy, baby." He threw Scully on the bed. The mattress squeaked under her weight. She looked up at her captors like an animal stuck in a trap. She was completely at their mercy.

Patton stared at Scully. He began to think. He uttered a low sadistic laugh. "Let's go get, Mulder."

"Mulder?" Gomez asked, surprised. "What for?"

Patton didn't reply. He walked out of the room. Gomez shrugged and followed him.

Scully watched as Patton and Gomez walked out of the bedroom. She looked around the four cameras which faced her. It appeared she was going to be the subject of a movie. But who was going to participate with her? Maybe they were going to force her and Mulder to... She prayed that was the case. She couldn't bare the thought of either Gomez or Patton raping her. The word finally entered her mind. She was going to be raped. It was only a question of who was going to do it. She fought against her restraints even harder. Of course it was hopeless. There was no way she was going to break free, not in a million years.

Patton and Gomez walked back into the bedroom. They marched Mulder inside. They had released him from his hog-tie but his hands were still tied behind his back. The duct tape was still around his mouth. Mulder's eyes widened when he saw Scully laying on the bed, surrounded by the video cameras. He too realized what was about to happen to her.

Gomez forced Mulder to sit on a squeaky wooden chair. He picked up some rope from the floor and began to wrap it around Mulder's shoulders, tying him to the chair. He tied Mulder's ankles and stood behind the chair. He positioned the chair at the base of the bed so that Mulder would have a clear view of the bed but wouldn't be within camera range.

Scully watched in horror. She figured out their plan. They were going to force Mulder to watch as one or both of these men raped her. She began to cry, unable hold her fear inside any longer. She sobbed unabashedly.

Patton turned to Scully. He ignored her distress. "Okay, Gomez, let's get the show on the road."

Patton handed Gomez his switch-blade. Gomez approached the bed and turned Scully on her stomach. He quickly cut her ankle bonds and sliced through the ropes securing her wrists.

Patton picked up several lengths of rope from the floor. He tossed them towards Gomez. Gomez turned Scully on her back and took a hold of her arms. He gathered them in front of her and began to tie her wrists. Scully tried to fight him but he pinned her down with his powerful forearm.

She kicked at him by swinging her legs up towards him. She was very flexible and was able to reach his side. One of her pumps fell off as she pounded him.

Patton laughed and approached the bed. "Let me give you a hand there, Gomez. I took third place at the state rodeo in steer wrestling." Patton took a hold of Scully's flailing legs and pinned them down to the bed.

"This bitch has some fight in her," Gomez said.

"Hurry it up," Patton ordered. "This little red-head is making my cock ache."

Gomez pulled Scully's bound hands over her head and tied them to the center metal bar which composed the head-post of the bed. He jumped off the bed and quickly moved to her legs. He picked up a length of rope and tied her left leg to the bar on the edge of the bed. He then tied her right leg to the opposite bar. Scully's legs were now spread apart. Her hands were tied over head. She resembled an upside down "Y".

Patton and Gomez stood from the bed and looked down at Scully as she squirmed and shook her head "no". She bucked violently as sobs and drool escaped through the ball-gag.

"You probably think we're a couple of sick fucks, don't you?" Patton was addressing both Mulder and Scully. "But you couldn't be more wrong. You see, agents, this is all part of an elaborate experiment. Gomez and me were also abducted by aliens. Yes, they do exist."

Patton walked around the bed, adjusting the video cameras. He continued his tale: "I pulled Gomez over for a traffic violation a few weeks ago. Turns out he was pissed drunk. I was taking him in when all of sudden these lights appeared out of nowhere. They hovered over my patrol car and everything went dead. Nothing worked. Not the radio, not the headlights, nothing. Next thing we know me and Gomez are strapped down on these metal tables of some kind. We're naked and it's cold as hell. Then these little gray aliens with big heads and huge black eyes came out of the darkness. They started to work on us. They seemed to be fascinated by our pricks. They did all kinds of shit to our cocks. They poked, prodded, and even measured them. It wasn't any fun let me tell you. Then they stuck some kind of wire up our cocks. It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. Then our dicks began to swell and grow. Mine became twice the size of a cucumber. I was suddenly hung like a fucking horse."

"Yeah, me too," Gomez interrupted.

"Anyway," Patton continued. "We were able to understand what these aliens were saying to us. How? I have no idea but we did. It seems they are very interested in the human concept of sex. Horny little bastards. Apparently they wanted us to fuck a shit load of women and record our sessions. They want us to deliver the research to them. That's what the cameras are for. They also gave us the necessary equipment."

Patton reached for his fly and unzipped his jeans. As soon as his fly opened his huge cock spilled out. He was right. It was the size of a large cucumber and appeared to be expanding.

Scully almost gagged when she saw the large prick begin to grow. It was at least twelve inches long and about as thick as her forearm. She found herself whimpering at the thought of having that thing inside of her. It seemed to be alive!

"Don't take it personal, Agent Scully," Patton said. "This is for a good cause."

Gomez and Patton began to strip.

Mulder struggled in his chair and shook his head. He cursed at Patton and Gomez through the tape around his mouth. He had to break free and prevent this from happening.

Patton and Gomez ignored Mulder and finished stripping. Both their cocks were rock hard and seemed to be pulsating. Huge thick veins ran through each of them. The dicks were not in proportion to their bodies and it gave them a deformed appearance.

Scully could not take her eyes off their huge rods. She had never seen anyone that huge or thick. Every cell in her body trembled. There was no way she would be able to take something that huge and repulsive inside her. She felt pain just looking at them.

"Gomez and me have just about gone through the entire Berlington female population," Patton said. "The aliens are still not satisfied. They want more. Don't get me wrong, we enjoy it too."

"Whose turn is it to go first?" Gomez asked.

"It's my turn," Patton replied. He stared at Scully hungrily.

Gomez stepped aside. "She's all yours."

Patton approached Scully. She fought even harder against her restraints. She shook her head violently and mumbled under the ball-gag. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge menacing prick which stalked her.

"Don't fight it, honey," Patton said. "It hurts for a while but it's all in the name of science." He pounced on Scully and with one quick tug he tore her panties off her quivering her body. He tossed them aside and ripped her bra down, exposing her breasts. He immediately took one of her breasts in his mouth and began to suck and lick with pleasure.

Scully struggled under his massive weight. She could feel his huge cock rubbing against her bare thigh above her stocking top. She screamed even louder but all that came out was a muffled groan.

Patton took her other breast in his mouth. Scully's nipples suddenly became hard and erect. Without warning Patton rammed his huge rod into Scully. She screamed in agony as the cucumber sized prick stretched her cunt as far as it would go in order to accommodate it's abnormal size. She felt him inside her, pounding away, impaling her with his cock.

She looked up and braced herself. The pain was almost more than she could bare. Her pussy burned with protest as it tried to reject the altered cock. Scully was on the verge of passing out but unfortunately she managed to remain conscious.

Patton bounced up and down on Scully, continuing his relentless assault without mercy. With each punishing stroke he seemed to shove his dick deeper into her battered and tortured vagina. The bed squeaked and shook violently under their weight. The fucking was wild and hard beyond belief.

Mulder watched as Patton fucked the life out of his partner. That's what it appeared to be happening. A single tear of rage escaped down his cheek. He closed his eyes and turned away from the horrible scene.

Gomez was fascinated by the whole thing. He watched with interest and delight, knowing he was next. His cock was ready for action and it pulsated with anticipation. He fought the urge to take matters into his own hands and relieve himself.

Scully felt herself being torn apart by the huge cock inside her. Patton would not let up. She fought the pain by bitting into the ball-gag. She prayed for the assault to end. Her body couldn't take much more of Patton's pounding.

Patton grunted as he increased his pace. He held Scully's head still and stared into her anguished face. His face was covered with sweat. He finally came and shot his hot cum into her. He let out a grunt of triumph and trembled as the orgasm shot through his body. His breathing was heavy and he collapsed over Scully. Scully turned her face away from Patton and cried. Her muffled sobs drowned in her throat and her body shook under the massive man who was on top of her.

Gomez began to laugh and clap. "That was a great show, man." He walked to the bed. "Now let me get a piece of that action."

Patton lifted himself off Scully and rolled off the bed.

Scully looked up at Gomez and pleaded with her eyes. She stared at his prick and shook her head as he mounted her. She bucked against her restraints with every once of energy she had left but it was useless. Her cries and struggles went completely ignored.

Gomez mauled Scully without mercy. He didn't waste time on foreplay and quickly penetrated her. He slammed into her with even more force than Patton. Scully moaned deeply. Her body had stopped fighting. She felt Gomez run his hands all over her body as he pounded her. She had completely surrendered to him. She couldn't fight anymore.

Gomez shoved his deformed rod deep into her cunt. Patton had loosened her up and he found it easier to fuck her. He grunted with pleasure as he worked steadily. Scully moaned with every thrust. Her pain began to turn into ecstasy. She couldn't believe how her body was betraying her. Her eyes were glazed as she gasped. Gomez knew what he was doing. He was much better than Patton. She tried to push the sensation out of her mind and body.

Gomez was on top of Scully for what seemed to be an eternity. He finally shot his cum deep into her and collapsed, spent and breathless. Scully remained silent as Gomez slid out of her. She was too stunned and shocked by the experience to display any emotion. She was exhausted from fighting and screaming. Her body began to shut down. She closed her eyes and her world went black.

Scully felt herself emerge from a deep sleep. Her breathing was deep but she still found herself unable to get enough air. Something was stuffed in her mouth. What had happened to her? Where was she?

She opened her eyes and the entire incident suddenly invaded her mind all at once. She had been raped by two men and she was still tied to the bed. She tasted the ball-gag and felt a large amount of her own drool on the side of her mouth and neck. She suddenly screamed with rage and panic. Her muffled scream went unanswered.

She turned to the base of the bed and saw Mulder. He was tied to the same chair. Their desperate eyes met and she saw pity in Mulder's eyes. He couldn't keep the connection and turned away in shame. Why was he ashamed? She was the one who had been raped. Scully looked around the room. There was no sign of Patton or Gomez. Perhaps they had left. She once again tested her bonds. They didn't give much.

Her eyes played over her body. She was nude except for her garter belt and stockings. She was amazed the garment was still intact and in one piece after what she had endured. Every inch of her body ached. She still refused to accept what had happened to her. She had to escape. She couldn't take another rape session. She would literally die if any of those two men penetrated her again.

Scully wondered how long she had been out. She stared out the window. A blue and filthy curtain covered it but she could see the sunlight illuminating the material. It hadn't been that long then. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Rage and disgust filled her body as she thought about what those two monsters had done to her. She vowed to kill them both.

The bedroom door squeaked open. Patton stepped inside, followed by Gomez. They were fully dressed and came in holding large soft-drink cups from a fast-food restaurant.

Patton smiled. "How are our two favorite FBI agents doing?" He turned to Mulder. "You know something, Mulder, your little partner there is really a great piece of ass. Of course you probably know that already, don't you? If you're good we'll let you and her go at it. I'm sure the aliens wont mind."

Patton placed his soft drink cup down and walked around the room. He once again began to check and adjust the video cameras around the bed.

Scully saw what Patton was doing and felt her body tense. A chill ran down her spine. They were going to repeat the process all over again. She heard herself whimpering through the gag.

"Funny thing about the sex is that it makes us extremely hungry," Patton said. "I guess it's a side effect the aliens didn't plan for."

"No shit," Gomez said, looking down at his body. "I've put on at least ten pounds since I've been doing this."

Patton laughed. "Those four idiots I killed all had the same 'equipment' and instructions. We actually worked together for a while." Patton sighed and shook his head. "Then they got greedy and decided to tell their stories to some stupid writer. Of course no one was going to believe them but I couldn't risk them exposing me. Those fucking morons were going to throw it all away for a few dollars."

"Not me," Gomez said. "I'm having too much fun. Arrff!"

Patton laughed. "You're probably wondering how we can do this to any woman and not get in trouble, aren't you?" Patton began to take off his shirt. "I'll tell you later. You're not going to believe it but it's true. I couldn't believe it myself at first."

Gomez stripped off his shirt and pants. "Time for act two."

Scully stared at Patton and Gomez as they casually discarded their clothes. She sobbed and begged for mercy. She tried to form words under the ball-gag as she pulled against her restraints.

Patton and Gomez disregarded Scully's pleas and stood naked before the bed. Their cocks had once again swelled to their incredible size. They each stood on either side of the bed, facing each other.

"What's it gonna be, Gomez?" Patton asked. "Ass or mouth?"

Gomez looked over Scully's body. "Ass," he replied.

Scully pleaded through her gag one last time. She sobbed and her body began to shake and heave with dread. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this?

Patton reached down to his discarded boot and pulled out his switch-blade. He flicked it open and reached for Scully's leg. He cut the ropes securing her ankles to the bed posts and then moved to the rope securing her arms to the head-post. He cut her free and threw the knife down to the floor.

Scully used this brief moment of freedom to fight. It was her last stand. Patton, who was twice her size, manhandled her and quickly threw her down on the bed. Gomez jumped on the bed and forced Scully to lay on her stomach. He got behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her up so that her ass was sticking up, pointing towards him.

Scully felt Gomez's cock rub her ass as she struggled violently. She suddenly heard a loud pop. Her ass burned with pain as Gomez smacked her with his hand. A muffled scream escaped through her gag. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come. Gomez held Scully down and began to prod her with his prick. He teased her by rubbing his cock around her ass in a circle. He then found her anus and pushed.

Mulder averted his eyes. He heard the bed begin to squeak again. It was accompanied by Scully's muffled screams of pain and humiliation. He wished he could cover his ears so he wouldn't have to listen to Scully being violated yet again.

Gomez shoved his pulsating cock into Scully. Her asshole was tight and small and he had to ram into her to force his prick inside her ass. He was amazed and surprised she took it all the way inside. He grunted as he worked his cock in and out with a steady rhythm. He slapped the side of her thigh as he rode her.

Patton climbed on the bed and positioned himself before Scully's face. He reached for the ball-gag strap behind her head and unbuckled it. He removed the silencing gag and threw it down on the bed. As soon as Scully was free of the gag she screamed in agony. She gasped and moaned as Gomez continued to shove his cock up her ass, deep into her being.

Patton grabbed Scully by her chin to keep her steady. "Open up!" he yelled at Scully. His huge cock awaited inches from her mouth.

Scully was in no condition to obey orders. She was being fucked silly from behind. Everything else was a blur. The only sound she heard was her own screams and moans. Patton held Scully's hair and waited for her to scream. His huge cock struck her chin and cheeks as it waited for the opportunity. Scully suddenly gasped for breath and Patton shoved his dick into her mouth.

Scully's eyes widened with surprise and shock as she took Patton's over-sized rod in her mouth. She wretched and gagged with disgust as Patton pushed deeper. His cock touched the back of her throat and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.

Gomez continued to thrust into Scully's ass. He reached under her and cupped her small breasts in his hands. He squeezed and pulled on them. He grabbed Scully's flanks and used them as leverage. With each push Scully's body lurched towards Patton.

Gomez and Patton worked together. As Gomez shoved her forward Patton would ram his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. They took turns thrusting into her and shoved her small body back and forth between them.

Scully felt Patton's cock plunge down her throat. She was on the verge of vomiting as she tasted his pre-cum. She had never had such a huge object inserted into her mouth and her lips strained to the limit around the huge cock.

Patton increased his thrusting into her mouth. With each push Scully felt his pubic hair brush against her face and his balls slapped her chin. She tried to scream but the cock was a more effective silencing device than the ball-gag.

Patton and Gomez began to pant and gasp as they approached their climax. Gomez pulled Scully's red hair back, jerking her face upwards. Patton shoved his prick even deeper into her throat. Gomez grunted and trembled as he shot his load into Scully's ass. At the same time Patton shot his cum deep inside Scully's throat. She could taste and feel his bitter seed slide down her throat and into her stomach. She gagged with disgust but continued to swallow.

Patton's altered dick produced a large amount of semen. No matter how much she swallowed, Scully found she couldn't take it all in. She began to cough and retch violently. Her eyes widened in shock when she realized she was choking. Semen suddenly came out of her nose.

Patton realized what was happening and pulled out of her mouth. He watched as Scully gagged and coughed, her mouth full of his bitter cum. He smiled with satisfaction. That would be enough to do the job, he thought to himself.

Gomez pulled out of her ass and fell back, exhausted. His huge cock began to grow limp and deflate. It had completed its mission and was now returning to normal.

Scully's face fell against the mattress. Her ass was still sticking up in the air. Her body twitched as she coughed and moaned with relief. The burning pain in her ass was almost unbearable.

Patton and Gomez stood from the bed.

"Damn!" Patton gasped. "That was the best blow job I've ever had. I knew those pretty full lips were for more than just talking,"

Gomez stared at Scully. "This little cunt is really something else."

Patton turned to Mulder. "Hey, Mulder, did you like that. I hope you were paying attention and learned something."

Mulder remained with his head slumped down, his chin touching his chest.

Patton approached Mulder and grabbed him by the hair. He lifted his head up, "Look at your partner!" he shouted. "She just got the fuck of her life."

Mulder kept his eyes closed.

Patton released Mulder's head. "And now for the best part." He uttered a tight laugh. "You want to know how we're going to get away with this, don't you?"

Patton picked up his boxer shorts and slipped into them. He continued his explanation. "You're going to love this. You see, the aliens not only gave us big cocks but they also somehow altered our semen so that it acts as a...mind eraser. That's right, you heard right. When swallowed, our sperm acts as the ultimate date rape drug, if you will. The women who feast on it forget ever being raped. That's how we can do any woman we want without worrying about the consequences. Pretty neat, huh? The sperm is also sterile so there won't be any pregnancy. The aliens are interested in sex not reproduction."

Patton slipped into his jeans but didn't bother putting on his shirt. Gomez also got dressed.

Scully remained on the bed. She didn't listen or care for Patton's explanation. Her mind was a million miles away from this horrible place. It was the only way she could keep her sanity. At this moment she was a young girl again, playing with her sister.

"Well, time for a snack," Patton said. "If it wasn't for that we'd be ready for round three. Tie her up, Gomez."

Gomez picked up a piece of rope and grabbed Scully's limp arms. He pulled them together behind her back and tied her wrists quickly. After he finished he slapped Scully's ass once again. Patton and Gomez laughed. They walked out of the room and closed the door behind them.

Mulder lifted his head and opened his eyes. He stared at Scully on the bed. His heart went out to her. His pity turned to anger and he vowed to avenge his partner's pain. He had to set things right again. Patton and Gomez had to die.

Mulder looked around the room. His eyes filled with hope as he spotted their salvation. Patton had forgotten to take his switch-blade when he left. The opened knife laid on the floor, partially covered by Patton's shirt. If Scully could roll off the bed and...He had to get her attention first. He began to yell and grunt under the duct tape that covered his mouth.

Scully remained motionless on the bed. She was in her own world and completely oblivious to Mulder's desperate grunts. Mulder began to hop up and down in the chair. He prayed Patton and Gomez wouldn't hear him. The chair scraped and pounded the hardwood floor.

Scully finally began to stir. She moaned as she emerged from her childhood memories. She turned her gaze to the base of the bed. She spotted Mulder. What did he want?

Mulder continued his limited squirming. He glanced towards the door. He expected Patton and Gomez to walk into the room at any second now. He continued to gesture towards the knife on the floor with his eyes.

Scully lifted her head towards Mulder. He appeared to be trying to tell her something. She rolled over on her back and read Mulder's eyes. He was motioning to the floor next to the bed. She rolled on her stomach and followed Mulder's gaze. She spotted the knife on the floor. Her heart raced with excitement. It was enough to snap her back into her senses.

Without thinking Scully gathered all her strength and rolled off the bed. She landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud. She froze and waited. What if Patton and Gomez had heard her. She hoped that wasn't the case and made her way to the knife. She was still weak and dizzy from having two cucumber sized dicks shoved into her ass and mouth but she quickly reached the knife.

That was the easy part. Now she had to figure out a way to pick up the knife off the floor with her hands tied behind her back. Scully sat on her legs and spread them apart. She leaned back and grabbed at the knife blindly. It took her several tries, being disoriented, but she finally grasped the switch-blade.

The feel of the knife gave her a surge of power and courage she had longed for but had been denied. There was no time to enjoy the feeling. She had to cut herself free. Scully attempted to slice through her bonds but realized she was too weak and her coordination wasn't what it normally was. Perhaps she would fair better at cutting Mulder free.

She rose to her feet. She was relieved and surprised they supported her body. She staggered over to Mulder and positioned herself behind him so that they were back to back. She felt for his wrists and began to cut the ropes quickly. She hoped she didn't cut him but that would be a small price to pay for their freedom.

Mulder felt the blade of the knife cut through the primary ropes. He felt his wrist bonds begin to loosen. Scully was doing it! He was almost free. He turned towards the bedroom door. There was no sign of Patton or Gomez.

Scully sliced through most of the ropes. Mulder wiggled his wrists loose. His hands were finally free. He took the knife from Scully and cut the ropes that bound his torso to the chair. Without missing a beat he bent down and cut his ankles free. He pulled at the duct tape around his mouth. It took some effort but he managed to remove the sticky tape from his face and mouth. He took a deep breath and stood from the chair.

Mulder turned to Scully. He wanted to comfort her, hold her, and tell her everything would be all right but there was no time for that now. He was about to cut Scully free of her bonds when she suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed to the hardwood floor. He knelt before her battered and bruised body and took her in his arms. Perhaps Patton had been telling the truth about the effect their sperm had on women. Mulder turned his attention to the bedroom door. He heard footsteps outside the room.

Mulder picked up the switch-blade and bounced to this feet. He quickly positioned himself besides the doorway and waited. He waited for the two motherfuckers who had done this to his Scully. He was no longer Special Agent Fox Mulder searching for justice but was instead Fox Mulder, searching for revenge.

The bedroom door swung open. Gomez entered. He saw Scully passed out on the floor and then the empty chair where Mulder was supposed to be.

"What the-?" That was as far as Gomez got.

Mulder jumped from his position besides the door and attacked. He plunged the knife into Gomez's neck. Gomez screamed as the blade buried itself deep in his throat. Blood spurted out immediately.

Mulder turned away from Gomez and came upon Patton. Patton reached for the .44 Magnum around his waist. Mulder didn't give him a chance. He slammed into Patton and they both went tumbling to the hardwood floor. They wrestled for control of he gun. Patton had his hand on the butt of the revolver but Mulder wouldn't allow him to draw the weapon.

Gomez thrashed about on the floor, the knife still plunged in his throat, gasping for breath. A pool of blood had gathered under his neck and the life in his eyes began to fade quickly.

Mulder and Patton continued to wrestle next to Gomez. They rolled on the floor, scratching and gouging at each other. Mulder's rage and determination seemed to give him superhuman strength. He screamed and delivered a punishing forearm to Patton's face. Patton lost focus in the struggle and his hand around the butt of the gun loosened. Mulder seized the opportunity and wrestled the gun away from Patton. He drew the gun from the holster with a quick pull. The gun went down between the two men.

Patton recovered from his daze and continued wrestling with Mulder. Patton fought his way on top of Mulder. Mulder's face contorted with anger and hate. Patton uttered a tight laugh as he began to overpower Mulder.

There was a loud booming shot.

Patton's back exploded as a bullet ripped through his body. His face went blank and his wrestling came to an abrupt stop. A second bullet ripped through Patton's back. Patton shuddered and gasped. Mulder fired a third bullet into Patton. Patton uttered a final gasp and collapsed on top of Mulder. He shoved Patton off his body and backed away. Mulder caught his breath and stared at Patton, laying dead next to Gomez.

Mulder stared at Gomez. He was motionless, his head covered with blood. It was all over. Mulder finally had his revenge. He regretted that the two sons of bitches didn't suffer further. He felt cheated at the ease of his victory. He crawled over to Scully and took her in his arms. He held her tight and stroked her hair. He had failed to protect her and he cursed himself for his ineffectiveness. He would never forgive himself for allowing this to happen to her. Mulder glanced around the room at the video cameras. He began to think and ponder. Perhaps there was still a way he could protect Scully.

WASHINGTON, DC

FBI HEADQUARTERS

8:20 A.M.

Scully stepped into the basement office cautiously. She recalled what had happened the previous morning when she had arrived for work and wasn't about become target practice again.

Mulder was sitting behind his desk. He was busy reading a report but looked up when he heard Scully's crisp steps. He was surprised to see her and his face reflected a genuine concern.

"Scully, what are you doing here?" Mulder asked. "I thought you were going to take a couple of days off?"

Scully stood before Mulder. She didn't know how to begin so she got right to the point. "Mulder what happened to me in Texas?"

Mulder placed the report down on the desk. "What do you remember?"

Scully sighed. "I remember us driving to Berlington, Texas and then walking to the sheriff's office...Patton right?"

Mulder nodded. "Then what?"

"Then we went to interview a suspect..." Scully paused and shook her head. "That's as far as I can remember. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed."

Mulder nodded. He was relieved. "Well, it's a long story and you can read the details in my report but I can give you a short version of what happened,"

Scully crossed her arms and waited for Mulder to continue. She wasn't about to miss this for the world.

Mulder exhaled and thought for a moment. "Well, Patton set us up. He was behind the Murders of the four men. He didn't like the way the men were bringing shame and disgrace to the great state of Texas."

"That was his explanation?" Scully asked.

Mulder shrugged. "People commit murders for less reason than that. Anyway, Patton had an accomplice, one Jose Gomez. He was the suspect he allegedly had in mind. We went to interview Gomez at his house and that's when they ambushed us. Patton pulled out a gun and disarmed us both. They tied us up. They were going to..."

"To what?" Scully asked. She knew the answer.

"They were going to rape you," Mulder said softly.

"Did they?"

Mulder shook his head, "They injected you with some kind of drug. They said it was supposed make you forget the whole experience. They claimed it was the best thing on the black market. It can't be detected by any toxicology test."

"They were right," Scully said. "My tests came back negative. Whatever they injected me with was undetectable."

"Well, I managed to break free and there was a struggle. I stabbed Gomez and then shot and killed Patton. That's basically what happened."

"Is that it?" Scully asked. There was a hint of doubt in her tone. She couldn't recall anything and had no basis for her suspicion but something in Mulder's face told her he wasn't telling her the whole story.

"Like I said, you can read it all in my report," Mulder added.

"I'll do that," Scully said. She noticed that Mulder was avoiding her gaze. "Did they explain why they needed to inject me with the drug? Why not just kill us?"

"I'm still scratching my head about that one," Mulder replied. "Whatever their ultimate plan was, they took it with them."

Scully nodded. Something else had happened down there but Mulder wasn't going to tell her. Had she been raped? She had been subjected to a full check-up while at the hospital and there was no evidence of rape. Then what was Mulder keeping from her? Perhaps it was better she didn't know the whole story. She knew one thing. She was never going back to Texas again.

It was Monday night and Mulder sat in the living room of his apartment, alone. Again. He was used to it and didn't really bother him. It was the price he paid for choosing the life he had. Entertainment and relationships were a distant second when it came to his "quest".

Mulder raised a bottle of beer to his lips and took a long drink. He sighed and placed the bottle down on the coffee table, along with the five other empty bottles. Mulder was drunk. He wasn't wasted or tipsy but drunk. Worse, he was bored. He was fucking bored out of his head.

He stood from the couch and approached the shelf which contained dozens of video tapes. He was a video junkie and had accumulated quite a collection. He rarely had time to view his tapes but he didn't care.

He reviewed the tapes. They were labeled with numbers instead of letters. He couldn't take the risk of someone seeing a tape titled, "The Naked Blonde In Your Dreams". He had developed a system with numbers, like a phone book. He could tell what was on each tape by reading the first three numbers. The last four numbers indicated the actors and the acts performed on each tape. He had added three new tapes to his collection. He took one of the new tapes and walked back to the television. He inserted the tape into the VCR and sat on the couch.

Mulder concentrated on the TV screen and waited for a few seconds. The blank screen was suddenly replaced by the image of Patton and Gomez as they fucked Scully on the bed. Mulder noted how huge Patton's cock was and how far Scully took it in her mouth. He was amazed by her feat.

He watched with interest as Gomez pumped into Scully's ass as she moaned and gasped for breath. He had never seen fucking this intense and he had seen his fair share of it. He imagined himself in Patton's position, working his way in and out of Scully's mouth.

Mulder's dick began to get hard. The material of his sweat pants expanded and there was a huge bulge in his pants. He couldn't explain why he was getting excited about watching two other men fucking Scully's ass and mouth. Perhaps it was because Scully was always so prim and proper and here she was getting balled, just like any other slut in his vast porno video library.

He watched as Patton and Gomez continued to pound Scully without mercy. Patton was right. Scully really was a wild piece of ass. Mulder's hand went down to his groin. He slid his hand inside his sweat pants and felt his erection. He watched the screen and found himself feeling inadequate. He knew it was wrong for him to derive pleasure from Scully's pain but what the fuck? When it came down to it, fucking was still fucking and it was exciting. It turned him on. He took his prick in his hand and began to stroke it wildly as the watched the monitor.

What Scully didn't know wouldn't hurt her...

THE END

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