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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual content
and should be read only by adults. If you are not at least
18 years old, or if you are offended by this type of material,
please do not read any further.
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"Incubus"
An Erotic X-Files Story
by DG
Part 3
Trudi sat in the school cafeteria by herself, picking aimlessly at
a bagel. It was mid-morning, and the big room was almost empty. She
had a free hour before her next class, and all she felt like doing was
stretching out on the bench seat and taking a nap. After Amy had left
last night she had been unable to fall asleep for hours, and when she
finally did her dreams had been filled with jumbled but vivid images of
that fateful night in the Road Pantry. She had woken up this morning in
a cold sweat with the bed covers twisted around her body.
The memories were coming back, just like that cute FBI agent had
said they would. Foxy Mulder, she thought to herself, stifling a
giggle.
One image in particular kept forming in her mind. She was on her
knees, naked, with the taste of Vince's cock still in her mouth, and she
was looking up at the man standing on the other side of the counter.
Each time the image formed the man's face seemed a little bit
clearer, and she now knew for sure that she had seen him before. But
where? She was getting frustrated, trying to place him. It was like
trying to remember a name that has slipped your mind - when she
concentrated on it directly she got nowhere, but when she thought about
something else the man's face would drift tantalizingly back into her
mind.
She looked around the cafeteria absentmindedly, wishing that Gene
or Amy were here to cheer her up, but they were both in class. On the
wall to her right she noticed one of the new posters reminding the
students to use contraception. A smiling cartoon character shaped like
a condom was hopping into a girls purse. "Going on a date?" the condom
was saying. "Don't forget to take me along."
A variety of these posters, all with similarly thoughtful
messages, now graced the halls and common areas of Hallville High. A
few months ago the presence of such light-hearted plugs for birth
control in school would have been unthinkable, but recent events had
caused the parents and teachers to take drastic measures. The posters
had been one of the ideas raised at the town meeting a few weeks ago.
Trudi recalled with amusement how the parents had booed the police
officer when he had suggested giving the kids condoms, but then they had
ended up voting for the posters by the end of the night.
She frowned as she felt a little tickle of recognition in the back
of her mind. Something about the town meeting was connected to the man
in the convenience store, but what?
Suddenly it clicked into place, and adrenaline flooded into her
body making her suck in her breath with an audible gasp.
The police officer who spoke at the town meeting was the man in
the convenience store! She couldn't remember his name, but she was sure
it was the same man.
She sat, stunned, trying to think. What should she do? Finally,
she remembered the card Agent Scully had given her. She rummaged
through her purse and found it, then went to the pay phone on the wall
of the cafeteria. She dialed the first number, and it rang several
times with no answer. Same with the second number. She kept trying for
15 minutes, plugging the same quarter in over and over and alternating
the numbers, but no one answered.
Now Trudi was getting scared. The agents had been planning to go
back to the police station this morning to accuse them of covering up
the pregnancy problem - it wasn't difficult to figure out what must have
happened. They were probably in big trouble.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. What you normally
did in this type of situation was call the police. But the police were
the bad guys now. She thought about telling Gene, or even Amy, but was
it fair to put them in danger?
Anyone else she talked to, like a teacher, would either not believe her
or insist on calling the police. She was on her own.
What would they have done with the agents? Or maybe it was just
one officer acting on his own. It seemed more likely that it was just
the one officer, she decided. When the FBI agents showed up again and
started making accusations, he must have decided they were on to him and
taken action. Would he have killed them? Possibly, but that would just
bring more attention to what was happening in Hallville.
She thought about what the mans options were, and the answer
suddenly seemed obvious. He must be planning to hypnotize them to make
them forget everything they had found out. Trudi bit her lip nervously.
If the FBI agents told the man that she was starting to remember what
happened at the Road Pantry, she was in danger too.
The outline of a plan formed in her mind. She picked up the phone
again and called the number of the Hallville police department, which
was posted above the phone.
"Police, can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm trying to remember the name of someone who works there -
I need to talk to him. He's thin, with a narrow face and short black
hair."
"Do you know if he is a full time officer or a volunteer?" The
woman sounded helpful.
"Full time officer, I think."
"Well, then that sounds like Alan Johnson, the Deputy Chief."
That was him - she remembered the name from the meeting. "That's
the name, thank you." She was about to hang up, but on the spur of the
moment she asked, "Is he there?"
"Let me see... no. He's on duty, but he's not at the station.
Do you want to leave a message?"
"No, thank you." She hung up the phone. So far, so good. She
felt better already, now that she was taking action.
She went down the hall to Gene's locker and opened it up. Feeling
around in his coat pockets, she found his car keys. The smell of the
leather reminded her of snuggling up to Gene, and she was sorely tempted
to get him out of class somehow and have him help her. But she was
somehow convinced that having been controlled once by the man, she would
now be able to resist. And that meant she had to do this on her own.
She closed the locker and hurried out into the parking lot, keeping a
wary eye out for hall monitors.
The Camaro was parked in the usual spot, and she quickly got in
and started the engine. A series of sharp backfires reverberated around
the lot, making her cringe. In her nervous state, she expected people
to start running out of the school to see what was going on, but nothing
happened. Taking a deep breath, she eased out of the lot and headed for
home.
**********************
Johnson collected the guns from the floor and ordered Mulder and
Scully into the living room. He followed behind, watching them
carefully.
"Have a seat," he said, indicating a large couch. Mulder sat down
awkwardly, moving like someone who was sleepwalking. Johnson had
blasted him with a dose of mind control as a precaution against any
heroics, and it would be a few minutes before he started to recover.
Scully appeared much more alert and aware of her surroundings as she
took a seat next to Mulder. Johnson could feel the attraction she had
for her partner lurking under the surface, but she was controlling her
sexual urges for the moment. He eased into a leather armchair facing
the couch.
"What... are you?" asked Scully.
"Hmmmm. That's a tough one to answer," said Johnson in a friendly
tone of voice. Now that he had the situation in hand, he was feeling
indulgent. "I'm human, of course. But with a few, shall we say,
special abilities. I'm not going to bore you with the whole story, but
we call ourselves Incubi."
"Like the mythical evil spirit that attacks women while they
sleep?" Scully was desperately trying to collect her thoughts.
Johnson's rural accent and good old boy mannerisms had disappeared, and
he now spoke with an odd inflection she didn't recognize. Whatever or
whoever he was, it was obvious that they were out of their depth. She
snuck a glance at Mulder. He looked about as lifelike as a department
store mannequin, and her heart sank.
"Yes. Not a perfect analogy, but close. We don't have
intercourse with our subjects, we just encourage their lust and then
feed off the sexual energy they generate." He gave her a thin smile. "
And, of course, we aren't mythical."
Scully could feel her mind starting to clear somewhat, but she
couldn't bring herself to take any decisive action. A not-unpleasant
feeling of relaxation had spread throughout her body, and getting up off
the couch to try and run away seemed like a ridiculously overwhelming
prospect. The only thing she could think of to do was to keep Johnson
talking.
"Are you really a police officer?"
"Oh yes. I've worked in law enforcement for years at various
places around the country. It makes a good cover. I was passing
through Hallville about six months ago, and it turned out to be a great
situation for me. Now I'll have to be moving on, thanks to you."
"Why was Hallville such a good place for you?"
Johnson chuckled. "Well, you wouldn't know it from looking at
him, but Chief Schroeder is a homosexual. He hides it pretty well, but
I picked up on it right away when I stopped by the station to see if
they might be hiring. Schroeder was kind enough to give me a convincing
demonstration of his sexual orientation with one of his volunteer
officers while I took some Polaroids."
"So you blackmailed Schroeder into making you his second-in-
command?" Scully now understood the strange dynamic that existed
between the two.
"Yes. Quite a step up from my last job, actually. I was free to
ride around Hallville on my own, and Schroeder would even cover for me
when I wasn't where I was supposed to be. He knows he would be run out
of town on a rail if those pictures got out."
Johnson felt the familiar tingling in his blood, and he licked his
lips. He needed to feed, and feed deeply. In a few hours he was going
to be back on the road, living by his wits, and he wanted to sate
himself while he had the chance. Mulder was blinking and looking
around, and Johnson decided to get started. He leaned forward in his
chair.
"Ms. Scully, how do you feel about Agent Mulder?"
Dana felt the curious lightheaded feeling come over her again.
Her body seemed to tingle, like the nerve endings in her skin had
suddenly become twice as sensitive, and her nipples hardened and pressed
uncomfortably against her bra.
"I... have many strong feelings for Fox," she mumbled lamely.
She seemed to have become unable to form any independent thoughts.
"Yes, I sensed the attraction between you the first time we met.
Would you agree that those 'many strong feelings' include physical
attraction?" He was toying with her, taking his time.
"Yes, I suppose so." Dana licked her lips and shifted restlessly
on the couch. She could feel the moistness forming between her legs,
and a sudden, intense wave of desire left her momentarily breathless.
"Well, you should be happy to know that he feels the same way
about you." Indeed, Fox was staring hungrily at Dana, and a noticeable
bulge had formed in his pants.
"I think you really want to suck his cock."
Dana shuddered. It was as if her innermost desires had been
enunciated for the world to hear, and now that the secret was out there
was no reason to hold back. She fumbled with Mulder's zipper and
managed to work his pants down off his hips. He groaned as Dana
unhesitatingly engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking it to the back of
her throat as if she wanted to swallow it whole. It had been a long
time since she had sucked cock, and she had forgotten how much she
enjoyed it. She expertly used her mouth and tongue on him, alternately
taking his cock fully into her mouth and then pulling back and swirling
her tongue around the head, and soon she had brought Mulder up to the
edge of orgasm. She wanted to feel him explode into her mouth, and to
swallow every drop of his hot semen.
"That's enough." The words had an effect like a whip cracked
across her back, although the voice was still calm and even. She
flinched and let the cock slide out of her mouth. Mulder looked at her
with a tortured look on his face, his eyes glazed with lust.
"No...don't stop. Please, Dana.....don't stop." His voice was
pleading and hoarse.
"Now, now, Agent Mulder," chided Johnson. "Where are your
manners? She hasn't even come yet and all you can think about is your
own pleasure. Now stand up and take off your clothes."
Mulder leaned forward and took off his shoes and socks, and then
staggered to his feet, his slacks and boxer shorts slipping to the
floor. He stepped out of them, and then fumbled with the buttons of his
dress shirt, finally getting it off. He stood fully naked over Dana,
and she felt another wave of desire build inside her as she stared
hungrily at his lean, sinewy body and his rigid cock, which was still
moist from her mouth. It twitched upwards, as if it had a strange life
of its own, and she could see a vein pulsing impatiently in the shaft.
She longed to absorb it into the warm, protective core of her body, to
constrict herself around it until every ridge and contour was molded to
her and it became a part of her.
"Very good, Mulder." Johnson's voice was even and conversational;
he might have been discussing the weather. "I know you want to fuck
her, but I need you to do something for me first. I need you eat her
pussy and make her come. Would you mind?" It wasn't really a question.
Mulder dropped to his knees in front of Dana. She was already
unzipping her slacks, and she lifted her hips up to help him as he slid
them down her legs and off. She slouched lower on the couch, and he
repeated the process with her panties, revealing her reddish brown
thatch and her dark pink pussy lips, which were glistening with little
beads of moisture. They could both smell her warm, musky scent. He
pushed her knees apart and buried his head between her smooth, white
thighs, his tongue greedily seeking her sex.
Dana inhaled sharply as Fox's tongue pushed into her pussy,
separating the inner lips and then sliding upwards until the tip brushed
against the nub of her clit. A jolt of pleasure so intense that it was
nearly pain radiated outward into her body, and she was dimly aware of a
high-pitched mewling sound coming from her throat as she thrust her hips
forward against his mouth. The tongue found her clit again, and this
time Mulder kept it there. A wave of sensation washed through Dana's
body, rapidly bringing her to a climax more intense than any she had
ever felt. Instead of satisfying her, it only made her want more, and
she ground her pussy against Mulder's mouth with single-minded ferocity.
Again and again she was pushed over the edge, her head snapping
backwards and the cords in her neck standing out as she moaned
uncontrollably in response to the irresistible climaxes erupting in her
body. With each orgasm, Johnson closed his eyes and absorbed the potent
waves of sexual energy into his body with a grateful smile. Slowly the
climaxes became less intense and more widely spaced, and finally Dana
collapsed back onto the couch in a limp, exhausted heap.
"Congratulations Mulder, that was excellent work." Johnson was
leaning back in the armchair and gazing complacently at them through
half-closed lids, like a lion after gorging itself on a kill. He
motioned languidly at Dana with one hand. "Now go ahead and fuck her
brains out."
Dana was dimly aware of being pulled forward by her legs until her
hips were even with the edge of the couch. An arm hooked under each
knee and lifted her legs upward, and then she felt Mulder's warm, smooth
cock slide easily inside her, like a key fitting into well-oiled lock.
She barely had the energy to keep her eyes open, much less devote any
more energy to sex, but she enjoyed the pleasant warmth that spread
through her as Fox drove himself into her with increasing force, his
lean hips slapping against her thighs and his handsome face contorted
with silent effort. Finally, he made an animal grunting noise and she
felt hot jets of semen spurting deep inside her. When he was finished
he sprawled forward and lay his head on her chest, panting loudly, and
she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up she was lying lengthwise on the couch. She was
still naked from the waist down, and her pussy felt tender and swollen.
It didn't seem like she had been asleep for very long, although she felt
refreshed. She glanced around the room without moving, trying to assess
the situation. Mulder was sitting in a chair on the other side of the
large living room, drinking a can of soda and eating a candy bar. He
was still completely naked, and she couldn't assess his mental state.
She didn't see Johnson anywhere. With a surge of adrenaline, she
suddenly realized that she wasn't under the influence of Johnson's
hypnosis. Could he have left?
She carefully swung her legs to the floor and sat up. The blinds
covering the large windows, which had been open when they arrived, were
now tightly closed, and the room was dim and quiet. Outside she could
hear the faint sound of birds chirping. There was still no sign of
Johnson. She stood up and started walking quietly towards Mulder.
"Ah, I see you've woken up." Johnson was standing in a doorway
that led into a bedroom, holding a battered leather suitcase. "That's
good - I haven't quite finished with you yet."
Dana's blood ran cold. She thought about trying to run, but the
unnatural lethargy was creeping through her body again and her
initiative was fading. Johnson was walking towards her, and in a few
seconds she would be under his spell again. Summoning all her
willpower, she tore her eyes away from him and took a deep breath,
trying to clear her mind. Some of the energy seeped back into her
limbs, and she started backing away.
"Help!" The scream caught in her throat and turned into more of a
loud gasp, but it seemed to bring her fully to her senses. She took a
deep breath.
"HELLLLLLP... ANYONE.... HELLLLP...." This time it was a high-
volume shriek, and Johnson turned pale with anger.
"You bitch." He was on top of her before she could turn and run,
and he threw her face-down on the floor and twisted her arm painfully
behind her back. With her face pressed into the carpet she could
neither struggle effectively nor scream, and she let herself go limp.
Her FBI training had prepared her for such situations, and she knew it
was a bad idea to resist when her captor had the upper hand. She looked
over at Mulder, but he was just staring at them with dull curiosity on
his face. Johnson stood up.
"Don't move, and don't make a sound." His voice was trembling
with emotion, and Dana was suddenly worried that he was cracking up.
She heard the sound of a drawer opening, and he came back carrying a
cardboard box.
"Roll over." He reached into the box and took out a pair of black
wrist cuffs with Velcro closures, connected by a short chain. He put
them on her wrists with her hands in front of her, snugging each one
tight before closing the Velcro, and then he pulled her to her feet and
led her to the center of the room. Taking a length of thick rope from
the box, he doubled it into a loop and managed to catch it over a sturdy
hook that was bolted into the wooden beam over her head. He tied one
end of the rope to the chain connecting the wrist cuffs, and then he
drew it tight, lifting her arms up over her head. When she was just
able to stand flat-footed, he tied off the rope and stepped back,
breathing heavily.
"There, that's better. Now we just need to shut that loud mouth
of yours." He disappeared behind her and took something else from the
box, and then he reached around her head and forced a rubber ball into
her mouth. She grunted and tried to push it out with her tongue, but it
was connected to a strap which he tightened across the back of her head.
Johnson stepped back and smiled at her. He seemed to have calmed
considerably now that the situation was back under his control.
"All right, Ms. Scully, I think that will keep you out of trouble
for a while."
Dana closed her eyes in despair. She had never felt so helpless
in her life.
**********************
Trudi cruised slowly along the forest-lined road, squinting at the
houses as they passed by trying to find a street number. She had been
driving around the western side of Hallville for an hour, and she wasn't
even sure if this was the right road. Most of the houses were set too
far back to read the numbers, and most of the mailboxes at the end of
the driveways just had names.
When she had gotten home after sneaking out of school, she had
found the name Alan Johnson in the phone book, somewhat to her surprise.
His title - Deputy Chief of Police - had even been listed along with his
address: 1277 Anderson Rd. Anderson road was shown clearly on the map
of Hallville, which was now in her lap, but street signs in this neck of
the woods were few and far between and she kept getting lost.
The road she was on dead-ended into an intersection that looked
depressingly familiar - she must have crossed through it at least once
before. No street sign, of course. After looking both ways she got a
vague impression that she had come from the right last time, so she
turned left. She was getting so discouraged by this point that when the
green mailbox with 1277 neatly stenciled on the side appeared she almost
drove right by it. She stopped the Camaro and reversed back to the
mailbox. There was no name, and she wasn't at all sure that this was
Anderson road; in fact, she didn't even see a house, just a narrow
gravel road. She turned in and drove very slowly along the gravel.
Just out of sight of the road there was a police car parked along the
side. She pulled in behind it and took a deep breath; her heart was
pounding so loud she could feel her chest vibrating.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she said out loud. She reached
into her purse and pulled out the .32 caliber pistol she had taken from
her mother's nightstand. The gun was cool and heavy in her hand, and
she felt some of her confidence return. She put it back in her purse
and got out of the car.
Stepping quietly along the side of the narrow road, she soon came
to an A-frame house surrounded by large pine trees. Crouching behind a
tree trunk, she watched and listened carefully for a few minutes, but
there was no sign that anyone was there. She decided to sneak up to the
windows on either side of the front door and peek inside. When she was
halfway across the clearing in front of the house, she froze. Had she
heard someone scream?
"Helllppp.... Anyone....Hellppppp!"
Trudi gasped. It sounded like Agent Scully. She ran the rest of
the way to the house and huddled low against the cedar shingles next to
the door, the gun in her hand, and listened intently. After what seemed
like several minutes there was no more screaming, so she crept along the
side of the house to the window and peered in. Once her eyes had
adjusted to the dark, she could make out an entryway that led into a
large living room, from which she could occasionally glimpse a hint of
movement. The blinds on the living room windows were drawn, and the
room was quite dim.
From this angle she couldn't see what was happening, despite her
best efforts, and she finally dropped back low to the ground to think
about it. She decided to go around to the back to see if she could get
a better view of what was happening, or maybe even find an open window.
On a whim, she tried the knob on the front door first. To her shock, it
was unlocked. She took a few seconds to gather her courage, and then
she slowly pushed it open.
Sunlight streamed into the dim entry area, and she was immediately
afraid it would alert the people in the next room. She quickly slipped
inside and shut the door behind her, and then she pressed herself
against the wall next to the doorway leading to the living room, gun at
the ready. Nothing happened for a few long moments, and then she heard
a voice.
"Go ahead, cut it right off her."
With a chill, she recognized the voice of the man from the
convenience store. It didn't sound as if he had noticed her presence,
however, and she relaxed a bit. Then she started to wonder what on
earth was going on in there. She peeked around the corner into the
living room, and stifled a gasp. Agent Scully had her arms tied up over
her head, and she was naked from the waist down. Agent Mulder was
completely naked, and he was standing in front of her holding a pair of
scissors. Johnson was sitting in a chair with his back to her. She
immediately realized that Mulder must be under Johnson's control. But
why was Agent Scully tied up like that? They were only about 20 feet
away from her, but none of them were facing in her direction, so she
moved a little closer to the doorway to get a better view.
Mulder started cutting Scully's blouse away with the scissors,
working from the center placket out along one sleeve. When he reached
the cuff the blouse fell away on that side, revealing her bra. He
repeated the cut on the other sleeve, and the sliced-up blouse fell to
the floor. Trudi breathed a little easier; she had been worried that
Agent Mulder was going to hurt Agent Scully with the scissors, but
obviously it was just to cut her clothes off; it was the only way to get
a shirt off someone who's hands were bound.
Now Dana was wearing only a lacy beige bra which revealed the deep
curves of her cleavage. Trudi could see her eyes widen as Mulder slid
the scissors between her breasts and snipped the fabric separating the
two cups. The bra fell open and Dana's smooth white breasts were
revealed. As Mulder cut the straps away, causing the bra to fall to the
floor, Trudi studied Agent Scully's naked torso with interest. Her
breasts were about the same size as her own, but they had a softer, more
womanly shape, sitting a little lower on her chest and sloping outwards
away from her body. The nipples were different too; whereas Trudi had
small brown nipples, Scully had larger pink nipples with an interesting
cone shape.
"That's more like it - thank you, Agent Mulder," said Johnson.
"I'm afraid your partner has decided not to cooperate, so we are going
to have to stimulate her until she changes her mind. Lets start with
her breasts, shall we?"
Mulder had turned to look at Johnson, and now Trudi could see the
same slack, glassy-eyed expression on his face that Vince had developed
when Johnson had controlled them that night at the Road Pantry. She
also noticed that Agent Mulder had a large erection, and she realized
with a guilty start that she was looking forward to watching what was
going to happen instead of thinking about how to rescue the agents. But
how was she going to intervene? She doubted that Johnson would just
quietly cooperate if she pointed the gun at him, and the idea of
actually firing it terrified her. Maybe an opportunity would present
itself later.
Mulder turned back to Scully, and following Johnson's instructions
he began squeezing and kneading her breasts. She tried to pull away,
but it was impossible; as soon as she moved in any direction the strain
on her arms increased greatly. She tried to gaze into Mulder's eyes
instead, to see if she could somehow snap him out of the trance, but he
was staring fixedly at her breasts. "Men," she thought to herself with
disgust. Fox was pinching her nipples now, not quite hard enough to
hurt, and she could feel her body starting to respond. Unable to move
or talk, there was little for her to do other than focus on the
sensations coming from her nipples, and the feeling of delicious
lethargy spread through her body like some sort of sexual anesthesia.
Soon her pussy was wet and she was making little sounds of desire deep
in her throat.
"I think she's coming around now," said Johnson. "She must have
realized that all we want to do is give her pleasure, right Mulder?" No
answer was expected. "Why don't you finger her pussy and see if she's
ready to come."
Trudi watched in fascination as Mulder slid his hand between
Dana's thighs. Her nipples were swollen from all the pinching, and
their dark pink color made them stand out sharply against her white
skin. Trudi couldn't help but notice that Agent Scully opened her legs
slightly to allow Agent Mulder's hand to slip between them, whereas she
could easily have clamped them together. When Dana threw her head back
and moaned loudly through the ball gag in her mouth, Trudi felt her own
pussy start to tingle. As Mulder mechanically fingered his partner to a
shuddering climax, Trudi became more and more aroused. Instead of
feeling sorry for Agent Scully in her naked and helpless state, she
started envying her, and she unconsciously reached under her denim skirt
and started rubbing herself through her panties.
Suddenly Johnson turned around and looked right at her. Trudi
ducked back behind the doorway and tried to quiet her breathing, but
somehow she didn't feel the appropriate amount of panic. In the back of
her mind she realized that she had fallen at least partially under
Johnson's spell.
"Well, well. I think we have a visitor. Miss Bowman, would you
like to come out and join in the fun?" Johnson's voice didn't betray
any surprise or dismay over this unexpected development.
Trudi was frozen with indecision. She knew that she should take
action, even if just to run away, but she couldn't seem to move.
"Come over here right now, Trudi." Her free will was ebbing away;
she couldn't resist that voice any longer. She managed to clear her
head slightly for just a moment, and she noticed the gun still in her
hand. She shoved it into her purse as she stood up, and then she slowly
walked around the corner into the living room.
"I'm really glad you dropped by," said Johnson, sounding like he
meant it. "I hate to leave loose ends floating around." He was
slouched back in the armchair and he looked relaxed and confident.
Trudi fought to give the impression she wasn't under his control.
"Why is that, you perverted creep?" she asked with a bit of
bravado.
Johnson pretended to be hurt. "You have me all wrong. I allow
people to experience more pleasure in an hour than they would normally
experience in a year, and then I clear their memories so they don't
suffer any lingering guilt feelings. I'm doing them a service."
"I don't think all those girls who got pregnant felt like they had
been done a service." Trudi tried to summon as much anger as she could,
it seemed to help her concentrate.
"No, I suppose not. I'm actually quite sorry about that." He
looked sincere, and as ridiculous as the comment was, Trudi felt her
anger melt away to be replaced by lust. Agent Mulder was standing next
to her with a raging hard-on, and it was getting difficult to keep her
eyes off it.
"You have such a beautiful body, Trudi. Why don't you take your
clothes off and let us see it."
Trudi tried to think of a way to refuse, and then she noticed that
her hands were already unzipping her skirt as if by their own accord.
Her body was aching with desire now, and she realized she was past the
point of no return. She peeled off her knit top and removed her bra and
panties, leaving everything in a pile on a floor, including her purse.
"So, what will it be?" asked Johnson. "So many options, and so
little time. Maybe you would like to suck Mulder's cock?" Trudi looked
at it hungrily. "Or maybe you would like to help out poor Dana."
Trudi glanced at Johnson in surprise, and then looked at Agent
Scully. Surely he didn't mean for her to do stuff with another woman?
Dana was looking at her, but it was impossible to read her expression
with the gag in her mouth. She dropped her eyes to the bound woman's
breasts, and realized that she wasn't as upset at the notion as she had
first thought. In fact...
"Why don't you go over to her and see if you feel like touching
her." Johnson's voice was softer and less commanding now. Trudi walked
over to Dana and looked at her with indecision. Scully returned the
gaze, looking searchingly into Trudi's eyes, and Trudi realized that the
agent wasn't under Johnson's control; that must be why she was tied up.
But Trudi didn't care at this point. She reached out with one hand and
gently touched Dana's breast, cupping it in her palm and enjoying its
soft warmth.
"That's it, Trudi - now play with her nipples. That's what she
wants, trust me."
Trudi used both hands to gently pinch and roll Dana's nipples,
causing her to begin moaning behind the gag. Trudi was enjoying this
new experience, and she had a sudden urge to use her mouth instead of
her hands. Leaning forward, she licked one of Scully's puffy pink
nipples, and then she sucked it into her mouth. There was something
comforting and satisfying about sucking on a breast, something related
to basic human urges that went deeper than just sex, and Trudi soon
found herself eagerly suckling Dana's breasts, stimulating the nipples
with her tongue and teeth.
She was vaguely aware of Fox's hands on her ass, lifting her
upwards so that her legs straightened out and she was bent over at the
waist, and then she gasped in surprise as she felt his warm tongue
probing between her thighs, seeking her sex. She arched her back and
spread her legs a little, giving him easier access, and was rewarded
with the incredible sensation of a tongue pushing into her tight pussy.
She ground her hips against Mulder's face, fucking his stiff tongue as
she continued to suck and bite Dana's breasts, and she soon felt an
orgasm flood through her body.
"All right, Trudi, now that you have gotten Agent Scully all
worked up you need to finish the job. It's not fair to just leave her
hanging."
Trudi had stopped playing with Dana's breasts while she came, and
now Dana was moaning and arching her back like a cat in heat. Trudi
knew that Scully wanted her put her hand between her legs like Mulder
had done a few minutes ago, but that seemed so weird. Still, Johnson
was right, she couldn't just leave her in this state. Tentatively, she
slid her hand down Scully's stomach until she reached her wispy pubic
hair, and Scully moaned and pushed her hips forward. Trudi sucked in
her breath as she felt Dana's warm, moist pussy in her hand. It was an
odd sensation to be caressing another woman's sex, strange and familiar
at the same time, and Trudi was fascinated. She parted the pussy lips
with her fingers and started rubbing gently, and Scully moved her hips
back and forth, encouraging her.
Mulder was behind her again, lifting her ass up and separating her
legs, and then she felt his cock probing at her. She pushed back
against him, and with a delicious sliding sensation she impaled herself
on his stiff erection. As Mulder began fucking her, Trudi turned her
attention back to Scully. Her hand and fingers had become slippery with
Dana's juices, and she boldly inserted a finger into the opening,
causing Dana to jerk and clench down around the digit. Trudi pushed the
finger in and out, watching Dana's face behind the gag as she leaned her
head back and closed her eyes. When Dana reached her climax, Trudi
could feel the sudden urgent vibrations in her finger, and the sensation
pushed her over the edge into another orgasm of her own.
As the wave of pleasure receded, Trudi felt her head clear as if
she was waking up from a light sleep, and the full import of what was
happening hit her. Mulder was still banging into her from behind like a
machine, but she was no longer under Johnson's sexual trance. Could
Johnson tell that she had regained control of her thoughts? She glanced
over at him, and was surprised to see that his eyes were closed. As she
watched him, his eyes opened and he looked at her with a dreamy
expression, giving her a nasty shock. Instinctively, she pretended to
be absorbed in fucking Mulder, contorting her face into what she felt
was an appropriate expression of lust, and Johnson closed his eyes
again.
The adrenaline surge had completely wiped away any lingering
sexual feelings, and now Trudi was close to panic. She knew that
Johnson might notice that she wasn't in a trance at any moment, so this
might be her last chance to act. Her purse was on the floor just a few
feet away, under her clothes. She took a deep breath, glanced at
Johnson one more time to make sure his eyes were still closed, and then
she broke away from Mulder and dropped to her knees next to her clothes.
She scrabbled around for her purse, sure that she would feel a powerful
hand on her shoulder at any second. Finally, she felt the cool metal of
the pistol under hand, and she yanked it out and pointed it at Johnson.
"Don't move!" she said, her voice cracking.
Johnson was sitting up in the chair, his eyes wide with surprise.
"And don't try any more of that hypnosis shit," added Trudi. "If
I feel you start to mess with my head, I'll shoot you."
Johnson glared at her angrily, but her mind remained clear, and
they stayed like that for a few long seconds. Then Johnson stood up.
"You won't shoot me," he said coolly.
"Come any closer and you'll find out how wrong you are, you
bastard." Trudi said this with more confidence than she felt. She
would pull the trigger all right, but she wasn't sure anything would
happen. Her mother might not keep the gun loaded, and wasn't there
something called a safety? But Johnson didn't know this.
"All right, Trudi, I'll keep my distance," said Johnson, and he
began edging his way around her. "I was just about finished with you
anyway." This wasn't quite true - he hadn't been able to apply the
amnesia, and if he left now Trudi and Agent Scully would remember
everything. But he was planning to disappear anyway.
Trudi kept the gun trained on Johnson as he made his way past her.
"Where the hell to you think you're going?"
"My suitcase," said Johnson, picking up the battered leather case.
"All my traveling essentials are in here. Now, I am going to walk into
the kitchen, out the back door, and out of your life forever. You don't
want to kill me, Trudi. If you shoot me in the back it will be murder,
plain and simple." He looked Trudi in the eye, trying to assess the
success of his bluff. He decided that she might very well shoot if he
tried to control her mind again, and he turned and deliberately walked
into the kitchen.
Trudi was torn with indecision. She didn't want Johnson to get
away, but if she pulled the trigger and nothing happened, her advantage
would be gone and she would be at his mercy again. And she didn't want
to kill him, he was right about that much. Then Johnson had
disappeared, and she heard the back door close. With a sigh, she
lowered the gun.
Suddenly, she realized that Agent Scully was grunting and stamping
her foot, trying to get her attention. Trudi jumped to her feet and ran
over to her, feeling foolish. Of course Dana would know what to do, she
should have tried to free her while Johnson was still here. She set the
gun down and unbuckled the leather strap on the gag, and Scully spit the
rubber ball out of her mouth with distaste.
"The scissors - cut the rope with the scissors," she said
urgently.
Trudi looked around and saw the scissors Mulder had used to cut
away Dana's clothes on the floor near their feet. She grabbed them, and
began sawing away at the rope leading from the wrist cuffs up to the
ceiling. Outside, they heard the sound of an engine roaring to life,
and then the blue pickup truck appeared in the front window, heading up
the gravel driveway towards the main road.
Finally, the rope parted and Scully was able to lower her arms.
Using her teeth, she pulled open the Velcro cuff on her right wrist,
freeing her hands.
"Where's the phone?" she asked Trudi. "There's still time to
catch him."
"I don't know, in the kitchen maybe?" Trudi ran into the kitchen
saw a phone on the wall. She picked it up, but there was no dial tone.
"It's dead."
"He must have cut the phone line before he left," said Scully.
"That's why he didn't drive away immediately. Help me look for my cell
phone."
After a few minutes of searching, Scully dropped into a chair with
a sigh. "He must have taken our phones and guns with him." She looked
at Trudi and realized that they were both still naked. So was Mulder,
for that matter - he was sitting on the floor holding his head in his
hands. "I guess it's safe to get dressed now."
Trudi put her clothes back on, and then looked at Scully. Dana
had put her skirt back on, and she was holding her cut-up blouse and
shaking her head sadly. "Silk," she said. "Mulder is going to have to
pay for it."
"Can't you fill out an expense report for it or something?" asked
Trudi. Dana thought about the strict Bureau regulations regarding loss
of personal property, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "This is
going to be difficult to explain on a report, " she said with a smile.
Trudi saw the humor in the situation as well, and began to giggle,
and soon they were both laughing, letting the tension of the last few
hours drain away.
"What's so funny?" asked Mulder, looking up at them from the floor
in confusion.
"Jesus Christ, why am I naked?"
The End
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