THE SCULLY FILES

THE DIRECTORS REVENGE

PART ONE

She sat watching the balcony across the street, a
flash of movement and he appeared, quickly she shot a
number of frames on the camera, then sat back.
Glancing at her watch she saw that she still had
another five hours before her shift ended. Scully sat
back in her chair and sipped her coffee, cursing
Skinner for assigning her to surveillance, then the
coffee for being cold.
She stood and walked to the table and poured herself a
fresh cup.
Scully was angry, 'why the hell did she have to do
this dam assignment?' She thought; she should be out
with the task force hunting him down. However, no
Skinner ordered her to take a vacation out of town
until he was recaptured. Scully had refused. Then
Skinner had told her that she should go into
protective custody. Again Scully had refused pointing
out that she was after all an Agent to the bureau and
did not take to being mollycoddled and patronised.
Skinner was taken back with her anger and
stubbornness. Then, he’d ordered her onto surveillance
refusing her request to join the task force.
“You forget agent Scully.” Said Skinner “He threatened
your life in open court and I'm not taking any chances
with the life of one of my best agents is that clear!”


Dana was about to argue further but realised the
futility of it. Skinner had allowed her to push the
envelope well past insubordination because he
recognised the seriousness of the situation. Dana knew
deep down that he wasn't intending to patronise her,
he had said as much pointing out that if Mulder or any
agent male or female faced the same situation he would
take the same action.
She wondered just how much of it was completely true.
To Scully’s complete annoyance Mulder had supported
Skinners decision “The guy's a fruit cake Scully if
he's out there it's best you are made as small a
target as possible.”
Now she was doing low profile surveillance work on a
second rate Mafia hood, which had all the excitement
of watching paint dry. Scully returned to her seat
pulled her cell phone from her jacket pocket and did a
routine check call.

“Hey Scully!” Came agent Domars cheery voice. “How
goes it?”

Dana could only wince at his enthusiasm “It's quiet as
a grave here.” She replied then shut the phone off
before he could reply. Less than five hours to go and
she get to the motel room Skinner had arranged for
her, it was too dangerous to use her apartment, at the
moment. There, Dana would slip into a hot tub, and
sip a cool glass of wine. She smiled at the thought.

Lost in her imagination Dane hadn’t noticed a small
tube being fed under the apartment door. The tube
moved about twisting like a snake as if viewing the
inside of the apartment then, it slid back under the
door. Dana suddenly sat up startled by a sound of
movement from outside her door. She pulled her gun
from her waistband holster worked the slide,
chambering a round into the breach. Then flattened
herself against the wall switched off the lights.
Quickly she pulled out her cell phone and hit the
speed dial. Domars voice came on line “What's up? He
asked.

“I've got movement outside my door could be trouble
send back up.” Dana stated as calmly as she could.

“You got it hang in there.” Domar replied. “Back up
is on the way


Scully remained crouched against the wall, waiting,
listening hard for any sign of movement. Cold air ran
over her from the air conditioning vent, she shivered,
whether from nerves or the cold she couldn’t be sure.


Cold air brushed her face. The only noise Scully was
making was tightly controlled breathing, breathing she
had first learned in front of a candle flame. No one
could hear breathing that didn’t make a flame flicker
at two inches. But, how much noise was her heart
making, pounding its way to the outside of her chest
as it was doing right now?

She resisted the temptation to move, to look into the
hallway, to change hiding places, whatever. Movement
would be suicide. She listened, willing her eardrums
to convey some sound to her brain, some noise that
didn’t belong, anything. Nothing came for the longest
time, but then a subliminal ringing began to echo
throughout her head. First it was barely at the inner
ear; then it danced to the front of her eyes; then it
filled her head, ringing, echoing, echoing, ringing.
She caught her eyes closing and willed herself awake.
The gun in hands began to feel heavy, she had to fight
to hold it up. Her legs began to feel like jelly,
unsteady, almost unable to hold her up. The room began
to grow dim; Dana had difficulty in focusing. As soon
as she phrased the thought, she knew the answer.

She was being gassed!

As she crouched in the corner of the darkened room,
weapon in hand feeling heavier and heavier. All her
body senses on alert, he had known she was there, he
had put something in the ventilation; he had overcome
her without even touching her. Her legs were becoming
weaker and almost useless. Slowly, she started to
settle towards the floor, her eyes fluttering and her
mind refusing to accept the situation, still sending
out orders to unresponsive body parts until at last
she was seated in the corner of the floor. Her pistol
and cell phone loose in her hands at her sides, her
entire body tingling with the gas. A dark figure
entered the room, walked slowly towards her. In her
drugged twilight state, he seemed to almost float
towards her. He reached down and as he effortlessly
lifted her Scully could feel the texture of the
leather coat and the rubber hooded gas mask, smell
their strong odours. She looked into his face, but
there was nothing to see but the snout and nozzle and
tinted lenses of the mask.

“You!” she managed to whisper.

“Me!,” he acknowledged. “I told you I’d come back for
you and here I am, now sleep my angel”. He placed a
soft cloth over her nose and mouth and held it there,
the sweet and sickly odour of chloroform was her last
experience as she passed into complete
unconsciousness.


Scully awoke to bright lights and a loud whirring
sound. She was, lying on a dental recliner, still
feeling quite groggy from the echoing effects of the
gas and chloroform. She kept her eyes closed,
listening, and she heard what she expected to hear.
That whirring sound, was the sound of a camera the
whirring of the video film, he had begun.
She heard the creak of leather as her captor moved
around the chair. She heard the rasping intake of air
as he continued to breathe through his mask.

“Dana,” the man said, “Dana, wake up. Time to wake up
and smell the coffee.”

Scully opened her eyes slightly, trying to focus.

“That’s right, Dana. Wake up. We have lots of work to
do. Well, it’s not going to be work for me, exactly.
And it doesn’t have to be work for you.”

“Is work as in another film?” Scully asked.


“Not just another film my angel, but an EPIC! You my
darling will be my leading lady”.

“Swell!” Scully exclaimed sarcastically.

“Dana, my angel, you do not yet understand the honour
I do you. In time you will come to know, in time.

She found herself staring into his eyes, liking what
she saw just long enough to be horrified.

“Why?” she said at last.

“Because you defeated me, and had me held in that
Hospital like some sick insane individual. And now I
will have my revenge.” He smiled

“You are insane.” Scully answered.

He ignored her comment and wheeled out a small
trolley. “Well, Angel Dana, your position is not
proper for our deed and I must move you with or
without your co-operation.” He reached over placed and
secured a gas mask to her head. Weak from the gas she
couldn't fight. With that he switched on the gas.
slowly increasing the flow. “We can't begin just yet
my lovely. Not until you’re properly sedated, however.
Then I’ll untie you and we’ll begin our time--oh, I
shall try to increase its duration for your sake, but
still--our too short a time together.”

Scully tried breathed as shallow as possible.

He laughed. “You don’t really think that will work, do
you. At best it'll slow down the effects for a short
while but I wouldn't try holding your breath. Unless
you can breathe through your ears, I would suggest
giving in,” He Stated laughing. Scully began the
decent into darkness. He then shut down the flow of
gas keeping her barely conscious and aware of what was
going to happen to her.

After a suitable wait for the gas to take its full
effect, he reached forward and released Scully’s
bonds, one strap at a time, until she lay on the
recliner, then removing the mask from over her face.
He ensured that the video camera was running, then
opened her jacket. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly,
savouring the moment. He had nothing to worry
about--there was never any time pressure with his
procedures, and he enjoyed the details of the work.

Scully’s bra was front hook. That’s serendipitous, he
noted as he freed her small and pleasantly firm
breasts. He gently leaned her forward, pulling the
jacket, blouse and bra free from her arms and placing
them on the floor. She started to stir a little--the
biggest problem with gas was its quick purge from the
system. He laid her back and replaced the mask over
her mouth and nose, tightening the hoses for a firm
face mould. Her shoes were next, and then her skirt. A
zip and a tug and it was gone. Then came the
ever-present panty hose and finally the simple
midnight blue satin panties. He stood back again and
admired the body he would soon claim.

Scully tried to fight the gas, she groaned under the
mask, his hazy face stared down at her smiling. “My
angel you do have a strong resistance to the gas, I am
very impressed. I chose well in you, now sleep my
darling sleeeeppppp”. Scully felt her eyelids become
heavy as she began to sink into warm dark abyss.

She slept like the angel she was. Her hair was red it
defied description as it caught and bent and returned
light in such manner as to deny a complete
categorising of the colours. Her green eyes were
hidden beneath sleepy lids, but he’d seen them enough
to love the way the green flashed and glimmered. Her
body was youthful, not young; mature but not old. It
lay at the height of its agility, catlike in its
slender muscularity. Her breasts were firm, the
nipples brown and semi-erect. He parted her legs
slightly to gaze upon the trimmed red bush that
protected her virtue. Such a silly word, and soon very
inappropriate! With the hoses freed from the back of
the recliner, he could now move Scully into the
positions her wanted her. The filming continued as he
examined her. Every inch, every crevice, savouring the
moments, savouring her.


He lifted her from the chair with ease and moved her
to the floor. He placed a firm, trapezoidal shaped
pillow under her, resting her stomach upon it. Her
rested her head on its side on another firm pillow and
checked to see that the mask was still firmly strapped
and delivering its gentle sleepiness.

Standing back, he admired his work and her body. He
spread her legs apart a bit more, and slid the pillow
back so that her ass was slightly higher. His hand
then gently massaged her ass cheeks, running a finger
up and down the crack eventually coming to rest as her
moistness. He fingered her slowly, deeply, searching
for the flood of lubrication he knew would be
forthcoming. When he found it, his fingers led it to
the outer folds of her vagina and back to her ass. He
sniffed his fingers, felt his erection become even
larger.

He would take her. But not just yet. No taking her
would be his crowning glory for now she would sleep
and then his work would begin.

To Be Cont...