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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 by DG
Trudi Bowman slowly unwrapped another soft cube of strawberry
Bubble-Yum and added it to the now nearly flavorless glob already in her
mouth. The surge of flavor did little to lift her spirits as she
shifted her feet behind the counter of the nearly-empty Road Pantry
convenience store just outside Hallville, Pennsylvania. It was eight-
thirty on a Saturday night, another hour before her shift ended, and
time seemed to be standing still for the sixteen-year girl. Her
boyfriend, Gene, had finally gotten his car running and he was picking
her up here after work. They were planning to celebrate by driving to
the nearby reservoir which supplied the small town of Hallville with its
water and its horny teenagers with a secluded spot for romantic
encounters.
Trudi was trying to decide how far to let Gene go tonight at the
reservoir. Having a boyfriend with his own car was going to make this
quite an enjoyable summer (only two more weeks until summer vacation),
and she wanted to reward him for his success in reviving the 1977 Chevy
Camaro he had bought for $700 a few months ago from the local junkyard.
She fully intended to go all the way with Gene, who was pretty cute in
addition to being good with cars. But not tonight - the first time they
had sex shouldn't be in a car, that was kind of tacky. They could wait
until Trudi's went to visit her in Gaithersburg some night
and have the house to themselves.
Leaning her back against the counter, she stretched her arms over
her head and yawned before turning her attention back to the People
magazine she was leafing through. Trudi was an attractive with
long slender legs, narrow hips, and surprisingly large breasts. With
her full lips and sparkling brown eyes she could easily be considered
beautiful, except for the short, punk haircut and off-the-wall makeup
she favored. Tight denim shorts, a leather vest, and a nose ring (her
mother had flipped out when she came home with that) completed the
standard 1990's uniform of a rebellious teenage girl.
Tonight she would give Gene a blow job, she finally decided. Her
best friend, Amy Archer, had given her boyfriend a blow job last month
(and had been giving them regularly ever since). Amy had even showed
her how to do it, giving Trudi a spirited demonstration on a cucumber,
and although it sounded gross at first, the more she thought about it
the less gross and more interesting it seemed. Besides, Trudi didn't
want Amy to get too far ahead of her - she had already slept with two
guys and Trudi was still a virgin.
The Road Pantry was quiet, as it usually was in the evenings - two
boys in Little League uniforms in the candy aisle discussing the
relative merits of Atomic Fireballs and Sour Patch Kids were the only
customers. The owner, Vince Lansing, was in the back room taking
inventory. Outside, the air was just starting to cool down after the
hottest day of the summer. Inside, the air conditioning kept the
store at a constant, chilly 68 degrees.
The "ding" as the door opened roused Trudi from her reverie, and
she looked up as a in a green windbreaker and a baseball cap came
in. She caught a glimpse of his face - a brown mustache and glasses -
but before she could get a better look he turned his back and began
browsing through the magazines on the opposite side of the store. It
seemed odd to Trudi that anyone would be wearing a jacket on such a hot
day, but before she could finish her thought the Little-Leaguers came up
to the counter with armfuls of candy.
When she was finished ringing the up, she noticed that Vince
had come out of the back and was selecting a candy bar for himself. In
his late thirties, he had the body of a former athlete who was just
starting to get a little around the middle. With his wavy
hair and easy smile women found him attractive, and the fact that he had
been a legendary high-school football player 20 years ago didn't
either. Trudi had daydreamed more than once about what they could do in
the back room when business was slow, but Vince was happily with
two little girls. She didn't realize that Vince had a serious crush on
her, or she wouldn't flirt with him as much as she did.
"Now don't forget to pay for that," she said with a smile.
"This is my store and I can eat whatever I want, little missy,"
replied Vince playfully as he bit into his Snickers bar.
Trudi liked working for Vince - he was pretty casual about work
rules, letting his employees wear whatever they wanted, and he didn't
ask the checkout to do other stuff like restocking and sweeping
the floor when business was slow, like some other stores in town she
knew of.
As she and Vince chatted about the weather and about Trudi's plans
for the upcoming summer, neither of them noticed that the in the
green windbreaker was staring at them intently with a strange half-smile
on his face.
"I guess you and loverboy have an exciting summer planned, now
that he's got those hot new wheels of his," teased Vince.
"There's not much exciting to do in Hallville, but I guess we will
think of something to pass the time." Trudi blushed a little as she
said this - it had come out sounding a bit more suggestive than she had
meant.
"I guess you will," laughed Vince. "Just watch out for police
patrols over by the reservoir - this is a Christian town you know, and
they don't much like the kids fooling around. With all the recent
publicity I wouldn't be surprised if they stationed a permanent lookout
up there this summer."
Vince was referring to a local newspaper article chronicling the
sudden jump in teenage pregnancies in Hallville over the last few
months. Trudi knew at least three from her high school class who
had somehow managed to get themselves knocked up. Wrinkling her nose
into a puzzled look, Trudi said "I really don't understand it you know?
I mean, we get sex-ed in eighth grade now, and everybody knows the
gotta wear a condom. And some of those just don't seem like, you
know, the type."
As Vince opened his mouth to reply, he was distracted by a sudden
strange warmth inside his chest, which was accompanied by a faint
buzzing inside his head. The room seemed to spin, and he put his hand
on the counter to steady himself.
"Are you OK?" asked Trudi with a concerned look.
Vince didn't respond. Looking at Trudi he felt a sudden,
overwhelming surge of desire. He licked his lips and began edging
around the counter towards her, his eyes moving up and down her body.
Behind them, the in the green windbreaker shifted his gaze from
Vince to Trudi and his eyes narrowed with concentration.
"Vince, what's going on...."
Before she could continue she was startled to feel a warm,
pleasant feeling move through her entire body, starting in her chest and
moving outward towards her hands and feet. Her eyes locked into Vince's
for a moment, and then dropped to his crotch, where a noticable bulge
had appeared. She suddenly realized that she had never felt so horny in
her life, and she could think of nothing else but having sex with Vince.
"Why don't you unzip his pants and let that thing out," said the
man in the green jacket softly. He had walked partway up the aisle
toward the counter and was standing about 15 feet away, but neither of
them looked over at him. Moving as if she was in a dream, Trudi stepped
towards Vince and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, giving the
zipper a little extra tug to get it over the growing bulge of his cock.
Reaching into his pants, she slid his jockey shorts down, revealing the
head of his penis.
Vince moaned with pleasure as Trudi's hand closed around his
cock and pulled it away from his briefs. The buzzing in his head had
subsided a bit, and he now felt a not-unpleasant lightheadedness, as if
he was under the influence of some strange drug. He slid Trudi's vest
back off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and then he
eagerly lifted her Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt up over her head, revealing
a black satin bra which contrasted sharply with her smooth white skin.
Trudi finished pulling off the t-shirt herself, and then she reached
behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Leaning forward, she let it slide off her chest, down her arms,
and onto the floor. Vince drew his breath in sharply at the sight of
Trudi's exposed chest. Her large, round had the firm, upright
posture which was the unmistakable hallmark of very recent development.
A small gust of air conditioning caused her small, brown nipples to
contract and harden into pebbles before his eyes.
As she stood topless in front of Vince, Trudi could hear a tiny
voice in the back of her head telling her that this was very strange and
very wrong. But the sight of Vince's rigid cock pointing up at the
ceiling had a mesmerizing effect on her, and she found herself unable to
hold onto that thought.
"Now, don't you think it would fun to suck on that fine-looking
cock?" said the in the same low, even tone.
He was right -it *would* be fun to do just that, thought Trudi.
In fact, she didn't know when she had ever heard a more appealing idea,
and she had to a lump of desire in her throat as she looked at
that organ with its glistening drop of liquid forming at the tip.
She dropped awkwardly to her knees, conveniently bringing her
mouth to the level of Vince's cock, and then she grasped it in her left
hand near the base, pulling it down and towards her. Trying to remember
the pointers Amy had given her on giving head, she leaned forward and
began licking the tip with short, exploratory flicks of her tongue.
As he felt Trudi's impossibly warm tongue begin caressing him,
Vince let out an involuntary groan. He thrust his hips forward, causing
the end of his penis to slide between Trudi's lips and into her mouth.
A shudder ran through his body as her teeth scraped against the
sensitive skin of his cock head. Trudi began running her tongue in
exploratory circles around the head of Vince's organ, lubricating it and
savoring the faint manly scent. She was amazed at how warm and velvety-
smooth it was - it was like on a cylinder of almost-melted
chocolate.
As her saliva began to flow and things became more slippery, she
began pushing her head forward, letting more of the shaft enter
her mouth. She soon found a rhythm that matched the movement of Vince's
hips, and she became vaguely aware of a delightfully obscene slurping
sound each time she drew her lips back along the shaft toward the tip.
She was also aware of a warm tingling between her legs, and she was
surprised to realize that she was rubbing her through her shorts
with her free hand.
After a while she glanced up at Vince. Her boss had his head
tilted back and his eyes closed, and small groans and exclamations
escaped his lips as his brain tried to process the waves of intense
pleasure coursing through his body.
In the meantime, the other had walked up to the counter, and
Trudi and Vince were both startled when he spoke again.
"You're doing a fine job that cock...maybe too good a job.
I would hate to see this fella come before we get to do anything else,
wouldn't you?"
Trudi stopped her cocksucking and looked up at the other man. Her
face was flushed, and she was unaware of the strand of saliva still
connecting the corner of her mouth to the tip of Vince's cock. She had
a feeling that she had seen the before, but she couldn't remember
where. Again she heard the voice in the back of her mind telling her
that something was very wrong, and she made a desperate effort to follow
that thought through the whirling haze of sexual images filling her
head.
"Who... why are you making us...?"
"I want you to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes,"
interrupted the firmly. "You two have been dying to get it on, and
now you are finally going to get the chance."
Trudi rose shakily to her feet and looked over at Vince. His eyes
were half-closed and glassy, and she could hear the rasping sound of his
rapid, shallow breathing. Clearly, he was completely overcome by
whatever force the stranger was using on them.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her shorts and worked them down off her
hips, and then stepped out of them. As she removed her black
she could see that the crotch was darkened with her juices, and she was
overwhelmed by the thought of Vince's cock, still slippery with her own
saliva, parting her virgin and sliding into the warm core of her
body. Despite the lingering feeling that it was ridiculously
inappropriate to be standing behind the Road Pantry checkout counter
wearing nothing but sneakers and socks, she realized that she was
looking forward to what might happen.
"Sit up on the edge of the counter and spread your legs."
Trudi complied, jumping slightly to lift her ass onto the counter.
Looking down, she could see that the dark pink folds of her were
glistening with moisture where they pushed out from the wispy thatch of
her bush. The was standing directly behind her on the other side of
the counter, and Trudi was suddenly afraid that he would touch her.
Instead, that soft, even voice continued to give instructions.
"Go ahead and put it in her, buddy... but do it nice and slow."
Vince, his khakis and undershorts down around his knees, shuffled
forward between Trudi's outstretched legs until his cock was inches away
from Trudi's crotch. Pushing his stiff organ downwards, he pressed the
head into the moist pink opening. Trudi moaned as her lips were
pushed apart and Vince's cock begin to slide into her. Despite the
lubrication, her virgin was tight enough to provide considerable
resistance.
"That's it.... slide it right on in there..."
Trudi leaned her head back and let out a low moan as she felt the
thick shaft spread her open and begin filling her up. It seemed to go
on forever, providing a constant stream of intensely pleasurable
sensations and creating an ever-increasing pressure inside her
which left her feeling helplessly impaled when Vince's stiff cock was
finally completely inside her.
"Now fuck her nice and slow.... make it last."
Vince hooked his arms under her knees, supporting her legs and
steadying himself, and began to slowly thrust in and out. Trudi leaned
back on her elbows and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the waves
of pleasure which filled her body. As her continued to relax and
lubricate, the pace began to increase, and Vince was soon bumping his
hips firmly into Trudi's ass at the end of each stroke, causing her
breasts to bob up and down rhythmically on her chest. The in the
green windbreaker stared at them with a look of dreamy pleasure on his
face, and made no attempt to join in or interfere.
When the "ding" of the door alarm sounded, Vince and Trudi were
completely oblivious, but the other flinched and swore sharply.
With a grunt of displeasure, he tore his eyes away from the couple with
an almost physical effort and then made his way quickly towards the
door, turning his face away from the two middle-aged women who had
entered the store. When the shocked shouts and screams began, he was
already slipping away into the warm, dark night.
*********************
It was 8:15 am on the following Monday morning, and Special Agent
Fox Mulder was already in his cluttered office deep within FBI
headquarters looking over the stack of incident reports that had
accumulated in his internal mailbox over the weekend. A cup of coffee
steaming on the desk next to him, the boyishly handsome agent was glumly
sifting through the reports looking for anything that might qualify as a
genuine X-file case: an incident or series of events that suggested some
sort of paranormal or supernatural phenomenon.
Whenever a case anywhere in America without an obvious, logical
explanation came to the attention of the FBI, a summary was forwarded to
Mulder or his partner, Agent Dana Scully - a policy which generated a
lot of chaff that needed to be separated from the occasional grains of
wheat. Years of experience allowed Mulder to dismiss many of the
reports into the circular file next to his desk after only a cursory
glance - he had become adept at distinguishing crackpots searching for
attention, drug-induced hallucinations, and cases of honest
misinterpretation from possible paranormal phenomena.
In reality, there was often no way to tell from a short case
summary whether or not further investigation was justified, so anything
that sounded promising went into a folder labeled "Possibles."
Mulder and Scully spent a lot of their time looking over the reports in
the "Possibles" folder, looking for patterns. One report of guy who
says he saw a sewer monster through a storm drain probably wasn't worth
following up, but if a second report of a sewer monster sighting from an
independent witness came in the next day, then maybe you had something
worth looking into.
Or, more likely, you had two kooks with the same fantasy, mused
Mulder sourly as he dropped a report about a middle-aged couple who
claimed to have been abducted by aliens on their way to their bowling
league into the wastebasket. Normally even-tempered and optimistic, he
was feeling a bit depressed on this sunny morning. Another relationship
had self-destructed over the weekend, and Mulder, who had trained
himself to look for patterns in his job, had to admit to himself that
there was a definite pattern developing in his love life. He would meet
someone, hit it off well, and things would progress nicely for a few
weeks. But as soon as things started to become serious he would back
off, retreating into his work, and the relationship would wither like an
unwatered houseplant.
As he picked up the next report and began to skim it, he suddenly
felt the welcome tickle of recognition that often signaled a pattern
beginning to develop. Police in Hallville, Pennsylvania had arrested a
man and a teenaged for allegedly having sex on the counter of a
convenience store during business hours. Faced with reliable eyewitness
accounts and the videotape from the store's security camera, the couple
had made the somewhat lame-sounding claim that they had been overcome by
a strange sensation which had forced them to have sex against their
will.
"I'm sure the Hallville P.D. is having a lot of fun with this
case," thought Mulder to himself with a smile. But the titillating
nature of the incident wasn't what had caught his attention. Opening
the "Possibles" folder, he began flipping back through the reports,
looking for another recent incident that had stuck in his mind.
He didn't have far to go, as it turned out. Just one week before
the unfortunate Hallville couple had been caught in the act at the Road
Pantry, an even more bizarre incident had taken place inside an upscale
restaurant outside Baltimore. Mulder put his feet up on his desk and
tried to recreate the second incident from the terse two-page report.
Around 1 am, shortly before closing, a busboy came out of the
kitchen of Elgin's Steakhouse and noticed that the elegant dining room
had suddenly taken on the appearance of a porn set. One well-
dressed couple was having sex on top of their table amid the half-eaten
remains of their creme brulee, while another couple stood by watching
and groping each other. At another table a appeared to be receiving
fellatio from his dinner companion, who had disappeared under the long
tablecloth. And at yet another table two topless women were kissing and
fondling each other while their waiter masturbated behind them. All of
the diners had been concentrating entirely on their sexual activities,
and had shown no fear of getting caught.
The busboy had apparently stood watching this rather surreal scene
unfold for at least 15 or 20 minutes before finally calling the
authorities (Mulder could hardly blame him for the delay). In their
official statements to the police, most of the bawdy diners claimed that
they had been overcome by a "strange impulse" which caused them to lose
their inhibitions, and that they remembered nothing specific about what
had happened.
After rereading both reports, Mulder picked up his phone and
dialed his partner's extension.
"Scully."
Agent Dana Scully had been about to go downstairs from her office
to the morgue in the basement when the phone rang. Her was
pushed back from her attractive pale face by a hairband and she wore a
shapeless, green scrub suit.
"It's me. I've just come across something interesting that we
might want to bring up with Skinner this afternoon. Do you remember
that incident report about the orgy in the steakhouse last week?"
"Yes, Mulder, how could I forget that one... Are you going to
tell me you think it should be an X-file?"
"Maybe. A similar incident took place in a convenience store in
Hallville, Pennsylvania on Friday night. A couple was caught while
having sexual intercourse on the checkout counter, and then they made a
lame excuse about a strange impulse to have sex. The diners in the
steakhouse said the same thing. Also, in both cases the participants
claimed to not remember any specifics about what happened. It would be
a pretty big coincidence if it's not related."
"Sounds a little far-fetched, Mulder. Cases of people having sex
in public aren't all that rare. But we might as well mention it to
Skinner, and in the meantime I'll ask around about any other cases that
might match."
"OK, see you this afternoon."
As he hung up the phone, Mulder's thoughts turned back to his love
life, as they often did after talking to Dana Scully. He wasn't sure if
he was in love with her or not, but he had come to realize that she was
the reason why he was unable to have any lasting relationships with
women. After working together closely for years, he and Scully had an
odd sort of intimacy. They were more than friends, he was sure of that,
but taboos about office romances, which were particularly strong in the
Bureau, had kept them from exploring the next logical step. But those
taboos didn't keep him from fantasizing about Dana whenever he was
sleeping with someone else. Forcing his mind back to safer and more
useful subjects, Mulder picked up the phone again and asked the operator
to connect him to the Baltimore police department.
In the morgue, Dana was thinking along remarkably similar lines as
she looked dispassionately at the cold, gray body on the table in front
of her. When she first started working with Fox Mulder she had been
annoyed by his tendency to flaunt FBI regulations and bemused by his
belief in the supernatural. When she was assigned to be his partner,
she had been told to "keep him under control," and she had naturally
fallen into the role of the skeptic non-believer. Now, after three
years of working X-files with Mulder, her professional opinion of him
was much higher, and she had become more open-minded about paranormal
phenomena.
As for her personal opinion of Mulder, that had undergone some
unsettling shifts recently as well. Maybe it was inevitable, she
thought, as she made a long vertical incision with her bone saw; you
can't work with someone every day, often under dangerous, stressful
conditions, and not develop feelings for that person. And her feelings
for Mulder were definitely straying well beyond professional respect.
*******************
When Scully arrived at Assistant Director Skinners office at a few
minutes past 3 pm for their weekly X-files meeting, Mulder was already
there. In the past, Skinner had been almost antagonistic towards X-
files investigations and he had maintained a policy of refusing to
investigate suspicious phenomena as long as there was a chance that they
might just go away on their own. As Mulder had indelicately put it,
Skinner didn't like to start an investigation until at least two or
three bodies had turned up. Naturally, this had caused a lot of
friction between the two, and they had come to blows on at least one
occasion. After a while, Skinner had recognized that Mulder had a
unique talent for sniffing out cases, and he now gave a much freer rein
to his agents.
However, perhaps out of habit, Mulder still treated a request to
open a new investigation like a lawyer trying to keep his client out of
the gas chamber. As Scully sat down in the empty chair to his left,
Mulder glanced over at her but did not interrupt his spirited monologue
aimed at Skinner, who was leaning back in his chair with a bemused
expression on his face. She noticed a videotape sitting on Skinners
desk, and she smiled to herself - Mulder loved to use props to
strengthen his case, and if that tape was what she thought it was it
should make interesting viewing. Mulder was still talking.
"...and although it's true that thousands of cases of public lewd
behavior and indecent exposure are reported every year, these two
incidents don't fit the profile at all. I talked to a detective at the
Baltimore P.D. today and he said he had never heard of a similar
incident in all his years on the force. And as for the convenience
store incident, that doesn't fit the profile either: the is
and the is a good student who was working behind the counter.
Neither had been drinking. Both of them had a lot to lose by getting
caught in the act, which was pretty much inevitable considering the
security which they both knew was there."
Mulder paused to take a breath, and Skinner took the opportunity
to break in with a question.
"Is there anything connecting the two incidents other than the
claim by the perpetrators that they were compelled to act by some sort
of sudden, powerful impulse? That sounds like a pretty predictable
response... Maybe you've heard the phrase 'The devil made me do it?'"
"Yes, I think there is something else connecting the incidents.
I'd like to play the videotape from the security for you. I
spoke to the officer who was at the scene, and he sent me a copy by
courier. It's only about 10 minutes long, and I think it clearly
demonstrates the nature of the incident."
"I'm sure it does," said Scully dryly.
Since Skinner had a TV/VCR setup behind his desk he could hardly
refuse. Without comment, he pushed the tape into the VCR and moved his
chair to the side to give Mulder and Scully a clear view. Mulder
provided the voice-over.
"As you can see, the is set up to monitor the checkout
area. The behind the register is Trudi Bowman - 16 years old, high
school honor student, raised by a single mother."
"Nice nose ring" added Skinner, who didn't miss much.
"Yeah, lots of kids have one these days. Anyway, in a couple
seconds you'll see the owner... there he is. Vince Lansing, age 37,
married, 2 kids. See, right now they are just talking - no lovey dovey
stuff."
The tape showed Trudi from above as she stood at the register, and
provided a frontal view of Vince as he took a bite out of his Snickers
bar. They could clearly see the change in his expression as he suddenly
lost his balance and grabbed the counter.
"Did you see that? I believe that's the point at which he fell
under the influence of some outside force. And I imagine the same thing
happened to the girl... they rapidly begin having sex now - no foreplay
or fooling around." Mulder's voice was cool and even.
"Good Lord," said Skinner as Trudi's bra fell to the floor. He
gave an embarrassed glance towards Scully, but she was watching the
screen intently.
There was no conversation for the next few minutes as all three of
them watched Trudi perform fellatio on Vince, who had a faraway, slack-
jawed look on his face. Suddenly a third figure appeared on the screen.
"Pause the tape," said Mulder.
"See the guy at the counter? The two having sex seem to be
ignoring him, which is odd. In their statements to the police they gave
conflicting reports - the said that this guy was controlling them,
telling them exactly what to do. Lansing doesn't remember him being
there at all, even after seeing this tape."
"You can't really see this face under the baseball cap,"
commented Scully.
"Whoever installed that security was a moron," added
Skinner. "It's aimed in the wrong direction to see the customers."
"Mulder, do you think that used some sort of hypnosis to
coerce them into having sex?", asked Scully.
"I think that's what we should investigate. Here's the
interesting part: Out of the nine patrons in Elgin's Steakhouse at the
time of the other incident, only one didn't participate in the orgy.
He disappeared before the police showed up, but they got a rough
description from a waiter, which more or less matches the in this
videotape. During questioning none of the other patrons remembered
seeing him that night, or any other details for that matter. The
investigating detective felt that he might well have had a connection to
the incident, but there was no way to find him."
"Any description could more or less match this guy, for all you
can see here," said Skinner, squinting at the screen. He reached over
to the VCR and restarted the tape.
Trudi was now sitting on the counter. They watched silently as
Vince shuffled between her legs, his stiff cock bouncing in front of
him. As they started to fuck, Trudi threw back her head and looked
directly into the camera. The look of intense pleasure on her face was
unmistakable. Skinner shifted in his chair without taking his eyes off
the screen.
As she watched the tape, it occurred to Scully that it had been
months since she had made love to anything but her shower massager - a
long time for a healthy woman who enjoyed sex as much as she did. As
she watched the piston-like motions of the lovers on the tape, Trudi now
with her eyes closed and her lower lip clenched in her teeth, she felt a
warm tingling between her legs.
With a start, she brought herself out of her reverie. They aren't
lovers, she reminded herself. If Mulder is right, they were both raped,
despite their obvious pleasure.
Mulder was having similar thoughts. He too was aroused by the
videotape, but his strong sense of right and wrong caused him to feel
outraged at the incident. He felt certain that the in the baseball
cap was exerting some sort of control over the couple, and he was
anxious to launch an investigation. Still, it was going to be hard to
forget the mesmerizing image of those large bouncing in perfect
counterpoint to the bucking of the mans hips. He found himself
wondering what Dana would look like in the same position.
The in the cap looked around suddenly, and then walked away.
Mulder cleared his throat, and said "At this point two women have
entered the store. Unfortunately, they didn't get a look at this guy
either. And obviously he was long gone by the time the police arrived."
Skinner stopped the tape, mercifully cutting off the desperate
efforts of Vince and Trudi to get back into their clothes. He looked
over at Mulder and sighed.
"So you think this is some kind of mind control? Maybe the couple
was just playing a crazy joke or something - the guy in the cap is a
friend of theirs and they decided it would be hilarious to put on a show
for him in the store."
"In front of the security camera?" asked Mulder.
Skinner didn't have an answer to that. "You're pretty quiet," he
said to Scully. "What do you think?"
They both looked over at her. Scully had torpedoed more than one
of her partner's proposed investigations at this point, and Mulder
looked worried. But this time she agreed with him. Something about the
security was kind of creepy; maybe it was the look on the owner's
face, like he was a zombie or something.
"I can't think of any reasonable explanation for what happened,"
she said. "I think that at the very least something criminal went on in
that store."
Skinner nodded. "OK, I suppose this is worth looking into, since
you don't have much else going on right now. How do you want to
proceed?"
"I think the key is the girl," answered Mulder quickly. "She's
the only one who seems to remember this guy, although she couldn't give
a description. She may have been able to circumvent the hypnosis
somewhat, if that's what was going on. I think we should drive out to
Hallville and talk to her - see if we can get a better description of
our mystery man.
"It would also be worth talking to the Hallville police again - if
anything strange is going on in such a small town they would know about
it," added Dana.
Mulder looked at Skinner, who nodded.
"Sounds good. Let me know as soon as you find anything." He
didn't stand up as the two agents left.
**********************
The behind the wheel of the blue Chevy pickup rolled down the
window and took a deep breath of the warm evening air. He had just
parked in a small dirt parking lot overlooking the Hallville reservoir,
which was a small pond in a heavily-wooded area on the outskirts of
town. The reservoir had been his favorite hunting ground since he had
taken up residence in Hallville; it was a secluded spot much favored by
horny couples, particularly high school kids. As he lit a cigarette, he
noticed that his hands were shaking. He hadn't fed off of anyone for a
few days, and he could feel the need rising in his body, making his
heart pound and his blood tingle. As always when he hadn't fed for a
while, he was jumpy and his senses felt unusually acute.
Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he tried to relax and gather
his thoughts. He had to feed soon or risk losing control over his
hunger, but he didn't want to make any more mistakes. His recent
behavior had been unacceptable - although the restaurant caper had been
incredibly amusing and had satiated his hunger for days, it had been
much too risky. He had just managed to slip out before the police
arrived, and a few of the staff could conceivably remember him, although
he was pretty sure he hadn't aroused any suspicion.
He had vowed to return to his safe, time-tested ways after that
episode, but less than a week later he had made a bold, spur-of-the-
moment decision to run a scene in the convenience store. It had been a
tempting setup, he had to admit, but he had managed to make it this far
without getting caught by avoiding just that sort of reckless behavior.
Not surprisingly, he had been interrupted before he could fully satisfy
his hunger, and he hadn't fed since then.
"It was something about that girl," he mused as he watched a
nearby fisherman make lazy casts into the water. He had always had a
weakness for young, spunky teenage girls, and this particular girl, with
her tight shorts and her nose ring, had caught his attention a few weeks
ago while he was cruising the area around Hallville high school. He had
even found out her name: Trudi Bowman. He had looked for her up here at
the reservoir, but she never appeared. Then the other night he had
walked into the Road Pantry to buy a pack of smokes, and there she was
behind the counter, looking hotter than ever. When he had sensed the
attraction between her and the beefy guy that came out of the
back room, he had gone for it before thinking it through.
Seeing her pretty mouth wrapped around the meat and
then her big, firm titties bouncing around while she was getting fucked
had almost made it worthwhile. For the hundredth time, he wondered
whether she could identify him. She had been unusually resistant to
encouragement (that was the word he had always used in his head when
thinking about his unusual ability), even for a female, and he had been
interrupted before he could apply a final dose of amnesia. He was going
to have to keep careful track of Trudi Bowman for a while.
The finally tossed his cigarette out the window and looked
around the small parking lot, which had three or four other empty cars
in it. Satisfied that he was unobserved, he reached under the seat and
took out a small plastic box, from which he selected a pair of non-
prescription glasses with plastic frames and a mustache that
matched the dark brown of his own hair. After checking his face in the
rearview mirror, he put on a floppy fisherman's cap to complete the
disguise.
Armed with a small fishing rod he kept in the bed of the truck, he
started out along a well-worn path that encircled the reservoir. The
sun was just starting to set, and there would be at least another hour
of light. When he reached the water he started slowly strolling along
as if he was looking for a likely spot for his first cast.
As he relaxed his mind and concentrated, he immediately sensed the
presence of sexual attraction all around him, and his blood started to
sing with anticipation. He smiled to himself - tonight he could afford
to be picky and find a perfect setup - lots of privacy, no
interruptions, low risk. One by one he analyzed the couples as he
passed near enough to sense their sexual feelings. Some were out in the
open where it would be too risky, others didn't have enough mutual
attraction between them.
Twice he was able to quietly home in on couples in secluded areas
who were already having sex, but he needed to control the encounter from
the very beginning in order to feed off of the sexual energy. In both
cases, he watched for a few minutes and then moved on.
Finally, he found the perfect couple. Before he even saw them he
knew that they were and horny as hell, but inexperienced and
unsure of themselves. Stepping as quietly as a cat, he located them
about a hundred yards from the path in a small clearing surrounded by
thick brush. They were lying side by side on a blanket, making out and
petting. Nearby was the remains of a picnic dinner, including an
almost-empty bottle of Blue Nun.
This was just the right situation, plenty of privacy and plenty of
hormones, and he settled down about 10 feet away to watch. The kids
were both around 18; the was waif-thin with shoulder-length
hair and the guy had short brown hair and the thin, well-muscled body of
a high-school athlete. Their necking was following a timeless high-
school pattern: while their lips remained locked together, the guy would
fondle her small from the outside of her white tank top, rubbing
and squeezing gently . Then he would slip his hand under the top and
rub her back, but as soon as his hand started to slide along under the
tank top towards her she would block him with her arm. The
chastened hand would come out from under the tank top and go back on top
of the breast, and then the rather comical cycle would begin again.
The noticed that the hand was getting a bit closer to the
desired destination each time before it was blocked, but he wasn't there
to patiently watch nature take its course. Reaching out with his mind,
he focused on the sexual attraction they were feeling, amplifying it
until it drowned out the rest of their thoughts. They both stiffened,
and then began rubbing their bodies together. The chuckled softly.
He would have no problem satisfying his hunger with these two; he could
already feel the waves of lust they were generating. The guy slid his
hand under the tank top again, and this time she shifted to meet it,
allowing her to be cupped and squeezed. Satisfied that he had
taken control, the stepped out of concealment and stood over them.
"You kids seem to be having fun... and I'm going to help you have
a lot more fun. Why don't you start by taking off your clothes." His
voice was quiet and authoritative.
Neither teen was visibly startled by his presence or put off by
the request. With gratifying quickness, they obediently stood up and
stripped off their clothing. The ran his eyes up and down the
and felt his excitement growing. She had smooth, tan skin and small
teacup-shaped which were delightfully set off by the tan lines
from a skimpy bikini top. Her rather wide hips and thin legs made it
possible for him to see her from behind - a view which always got
his motor running. He decided he could afford to get in on the action a
little this time, something he normally didn't do.
"Very good. I want you both to continue to do just as I say, and
I want you to look at each other, not at me. I'm not going to you,
and when this is over you won't remember that I was here."
He then asked them a few questions, which were answered by the
girl (the guy was standing slack-jawed, staring at his naked girlfriend,
and did not appear to hear). Their names were Bill and Christine and
that they had been dating for two months. Christine was a virgin, Bill
had a little more experience. They were both about to get a crash
course in sex-ed, he thought to himself with a smile. Too bad they
won't remember it.
"Christine, I want you to drop to your knees and lick Bills
balls."
She complied immediately, turning her head to the side to probe
her pink tongue around Bills scrotum as he looked down at her in
disbelief. With the mans guidance, she was soon enthusiastically taking
each testicle into her mouth in turn, and he had to caution her not to
suck too hard. Bill's cock grew so stiff that the tip was pressed
against his stomach, but he was ordered to remain as motionless as
possible.
Finally, following instructions, Christine began licking around
the head of Bill's penis with short, darting flicks of her tongue. Bill
immediately began to pant and buck his hips, and it was apparent that he
would have a very short fuse. That was the problem with high school
kids, the thought sourly, they generated plenty of heat, but it
didn't last long.
He had Bill lie flat on his back, and then he told Christine to
continue licking his cock. She was now kneeling with her ass in the
air, and he moved around behind her to admire the view from close range.
Her firm ass cheeks were spread slightly apart, revealing her tiny pink
anus, and below that he could see that her delicate lips had begun
to spread open and moisten under their thin layer of fine, hair.
Leaning forward, he put his nose inches away and inhaled her sweet,
musky scent.
"Christine, I want you to take his cock in your mouth as far as it
will go and hold it there. Don't suck it, just keep it company with
your tongue."
She immediately took the cock all the way into her mouth, burying
her nose in Bills dark thatch of pubic hair. Bills eyes rolled back in
his head with pleasure, and he tried to pull his cock in and out to
create some friction, but from his prone position on the hard ground he
couldn't move his hips more than a few inches. Christine's lips
remained firmly in place, but as a consolation she worked her tongue
back and forth on the underside of his cock.
The grinned. "Very good! Are you sure you don't have more
experience than you are letting on?"
A strangled "Mmmmph" was the only reply.
Christine's ass was now thrust high in the air, and he could wait
no longer. Leaning forward until his face was between her luscious ass
cheeks, he ran the tip of his tongue up the center of her pussy. The
taste was a bit salty from her perspiration, with a sweetish undertone
from her juices. As he continued to lick up and down her slit, the lips
opened and he soon was able to slide the tip of his tongue into her
tight pussy. Christine began to moan, and tried to say something which
was badly muffled by the cock jammed down her throat. She began moving
her hips forward and back, grinding her into the mans face and
trying to get his probing tongue as far as possible into her hole.
As her hips began to buck more forcefully, her ass began to slap
back into the mans face, which was now coated with a glistening layer of
pussy cream. Finally, he pulled his face away and inserted a finger
into her instead. He pushed it in and out, rotating his hand as
he did so. The response was gratifying, within seconds he felt her
pussy clench down around his finger as she came. He relaxed and let the
orgasm wash though him, on its energy.
He took advantage of the momentary pause in her hip thrusts to
work a second and third finger into her tight hole, and then he began
rapidly finger-fucking her, pushing his stiff fingers in and out of her
sopping cunt. Christine's body convulsed with a second orgasm even
stronger than the first, accompanied by a wet gagging sound from the
vicinity of Bills crotch. He continued finger fucking the girl,
bringing her to climax again and again with cool, practiced efficiency.
With each orgasm, he could feel the desire to feed ebbing, and finally
he was satiated.
Glancing at his watch, the decided it was time to finish up
the scene. He could sense that Christine was still firmly under his
control, but he knew from experience that after so many orgasms she
might begin to come out of the trance. Bill was a different of
course - like all he could be controlled indefinitely and he would
remember less about incident that Christine would.
He had Bill stand up, but kept Christine in her kneeling position
with her ass in the air. Her shapely rear end was coated with a mixture
of his saliva and her own juices, and Bills cock remained as hard as a
bar of iron as he stared down with dull disbelief at his formerly chaste
girlfriend..
"It seems a shame to have her lose her virginity this way," said
the with a chuckle. "How about fucking her up the ass instead?"
The was actually concerned about a report in the local rag about a
recent sharp increase in teenage pregnancy in Hallville, for which he
was apparently responsible.
Taking a small tube from his pocket, he squirted lubricant into
Christine's crack and rubbed it into her anus with his fingertip,
causing her to moan loudly.
He then had Bill stand over her and press his cock tip down into
the slippery pink bud of her ass. It was so tight that the could
see the cock being squeezed to a smaller diameter as it slowly
disappeared. Christine's face was clenched with a mixture of pain and
ecstasy as Bill began sliding in and out of her tight chute.
Finally, it was time for Bill to shoot his load. A low, guttural
groan escaped his lips, the first sound he had made since falling under
the mans influence, and his swollen balls pumped hot into Christine
for what seemed like a full minute. As the couple lay in a
sweaty, exhausted heap on the blanket, the spoke to them in a low
monotone that seemed to penetrate directly into their unconscious.
"Bill and Christine, you will now fall asleep for a short time...
when you wake up you will not remember me at all. You will recall only
that you gave in to your perfectly natural sexual urges and let nature
take its course."
As the couple drifted off to sleep, the quietly
disappeared into the twilight.
*******************
Dana Scully jerked awake as her alarm clock went off with a series
annoying beeps. She swore softly to herself, not because of the early
hour but because she had been rudely awakened from an erotic dream. She
slapped the alarm quiet and then lay back in bed with a sigh.
Closing her eyes she tried to recreate the dream in her mind. She
had been riding a beautiful white with a soft leather saddle, and
the rhythmic gait of her mount had been transferred from the pommel of
the saddle to her pussy, creating a pleasurable buzz which, rather than
remaining confined to her crotch, had spread deliciously throughout her
body. She had been riding along a narrow trail through a lush, green
forest to meet someone - an important rendezvous whose exact nature she
could not recall. But she did remember who it was she was supposed to
meet... opening her eyes, she wondered once again why Fox Mulder seemed
to be the focus of all her dreams lately.
"As if I don't spend enough time working with him while I'm
awake," she muttered to herself.
Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed and walked into the
bathroom. Looking at herself in the large mirror that covered one wall,
she wondered if Fox ever thought about her as potentially more than a
professional partner. With Fox it was hard to tell, but she suspected
the answer was yes. She knew she was attractive - she often got
compliments on her smooth white skin and big blue eyes - but never
seemed to throw themselves at her like they used to. Turning her head
one way and then the other, she mused about the effect that the Bureau
had had on her personality. Growing up she had been more of a free
spirit than any of her current coworkers would believe - she had lost
her virginity in the ninth grade and had remained sexually active
throughout high school and during her undergraduate days at Brown
University.
In medical school she had come to realize what society expects
from a professional woman in terms of outward demeanor, and she had
learned to maintain a cool, detached professionalism towards her
colleagues. In the FBI she had learned the more difficult lessons
necessary for a woman making her way in a mans world. You built up a
thick layer of armor to deflect the snide, sexist comments, you didn't
trust anyone, even the other women, and you always watched your back.
She had played this game for so long now that she doubted that it was
really a facade any more. Play the part long enough, and you become the
part.
One thing that hadn't changed since she left was her
healthy sexual appetite. "I really need to get laid more often," she
thought to herself with a wry smile. She pulled her green silk pajama
top off over her head and examined herself in the mirror again, throwing
back her shoulders and looking at her breasts. They were generous C-
cups, and they appeared surprisingly large in contrast with her
frame. Not as firm as the in the surveillance tape, perhaps, but
better than most. It certainly wasn't her appearance that was holding
her back, she thought, cupping her hand under one heavy, warm and
gently pinching the large, pink nipple.
Her mind strayed back again to the strange scene in the Road
Pantry -the image of the and the good-looking making love
on the counter had haunted her since she had seen the tape. No, making
love was the wrong term: fucking each others brains out was more like
it. Hypnosis or not, they had obviously been enjoying themselves.
Glancing at the clock next to the sink, she decided she had just enough
time to indulge herself before Fox showed up to drive them to Hallville.
She slid her pajama bottoms down off her hips and onto the floor
and stepped out of them. With one last glance in the mirror, she went
back to the bedroom and lay back on top of the covers. The practiced
fingers of her right hand quickly woke up her pussy, and with her left
hand she rolled the nipple of her right back and forth between
her thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and wondered what it
would be like to sleep with Fox Mulder. The funny thing was, she really
had no idea. No matter how well you knew someone, you couldn't predict
what they would be like in bed. It was always fun to try, though.
She began rubbing her fingertip around her clit, giving it just
the right amount of stimulation, and soon she had worked herself up to
the edge of orgasm. She lingered there for a while, denying herself a
little and enjoying the yearning, needy feeling in her loins. In this
heightened state of arousal she was able to indulge in fantasies that
her normal self would shy away from, and when she finally increased the
stimulation on her clit, sending herself over the edge into an
invigorating orgasm, her mind was filled with images of her and Fox
entwined in a sweaty tangle of flesh.
*********************
Fox Mulder guided the blue FBI-issue sedan through the early
morning Washington traffic and into the driveway of Scully's townhouse.
Before he could get out of the car to knock, the door opened and she
stepped out.
"Morning, Scully," he said as she got in the car. "You're looking
unusually perky this morning."
"You're late, and don't call me perky." This was standard verbal
by-play for them, lighthearted sparring that they both enjoyed.
"Sorry. Is that coffee?"
Dana unscrewed the cap of the thermos and poured a steaming cup
for each of them. They had worked together long enough not to feel the
need for unnecessary small talk, and they maintained a companionable
silence as Mulder worked his way out of the city and onto the main
highway north to Pennsylvania. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the
air had a heavy moistness that foretold a scorcher of a day.
Mulder finally broke the silence. "Before we try to talk to the
girl - her name is Trudi Bowman - we should talk to the Chief of Police.
Does he know we are coming?"
"Yes, I talked to a Chief Schroeder yesterday afternoon. He was
surprised when I told him we were going to start an investigation, and
he was angry that we had been sent a copy of the security tape.
Apparently the guy who sent it to you wasn't authorized to do so. I
calmed Schroeder down a bit, and he finally said to go ahead and stop by
when we got into town, but that he didn't have any further information
for us. I got the impression that they are embarassed by the incident
and so they are trying to minimize the fallout."
This brought a wry smile from Mulder. "That's pretty much par for
the course; no one ever likes the FBI poking around on their turf. I
just hope he doesn't actively interfere with us."
"Well, you can just turn on your charm when we see him, and
I'm sure he will be glad to cooperate," said Dana in her usual deadpan
tone.
Mulder, who wasn't the least bit for his charm, glanced
over at her to see if she was kidding and was rewarded with a playful
smile. He briefly considered trying to move the conversation to a more
personal level, but her usual noncommittal professional expression was
back in place and he suddenly felt uncharacteristically bashful.
"So did you set up an interview with Trudi Bowman for today?"
asked Scully.
"Yes. I talked to her last night. She's pretty upset
about this whole thing, obviously. Apparently the of the
convenience store owner called her up and told her what a slut her
daughter was. I think I convinced her that we were interested in
proving that the sexual relations were coerced, and she agreed to let us
try to talk to her as long as she was home at the time."
"How is Trudi taking this? Whatever actually happened, it must
have been pretty traumatic for her."
"I suppose. I got the impression that she's taking it a lot
better than her mother, though."
They continued to discuss the case off and on for the next few
hours, as the suburbs of Washington slowly receded and gave way to the
rolling farmland of southern Pennsylvania. Finally, they exited the
highway and found themselves driving slowly along the main street of
Hallville. They had no trouble finding the police station; it was
located in a large brick building in the center of town which also
contained the post office and town library. A huge American flag hung
limply against the flagpole in front of the building.
"This is it, Scully," said Mulder as he stood next to the car and
stretched. "Small-town America, where strange things go on behind
closed doors. You can just feel it in the air, can't you?"
"I don't know, it looks like a pretty nice place to me. I think
you've been reading too much Steven King."
After that comment, Mulder didn't feel too guilty about staring at
her ass he followed her up the steps to the front entrance.
Inside, Chief of Police Robert Schroeder invited them into his
small office. He was a stocky in his mid-fifties with a ruddy,
weatherbeaten face and a friendly manner.
"I sure was surprised to hear that you wanted to come out here and
investigate that crazy little incident at the Road Pantry, Ms. Scully,"
he said with a chuckle as he seated them in front of his large wooden
desk. "I didn't know the FBI was interested in cases of public
indecency."
"Well, it sounded like a good excuse to get out of Washington for
a little while," replied Scully with a smile.
This appeared to satisfy Schroeder. Like most small-town
Americans, he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to live in a big
city, especially Washington.
"Of course, of course, a little fresh air and a change of pace are
always nice... so now that you are here, what exactly can I do for you
folks?"
Mulder spoke up for the first time. "You must know what goes on
in this town better than anyone, Chief Schroeder. We were hoping you
might be able to remember any other recent incidents involving public
sexual behavior - maybe a complaint from an onlooker that wasn't written
up, something like that."
Schroeder rubbed his chin for a moment, then shook his head
apologetically. "No, I'd certainly remember something like that.
People in this town are conservative, God-fearing folks, you know. I'm
sure everyone here is pretty embarrassed that something like this
happened in Hallville. Carrying on like that in public just isn't
tolerated here."
Mulder resisted the impulse to tell him that people in Washington
weren't in the habit of doing the nasty on the counters of convenience
stores either.
"Have you filed any charges in this case?", he asked.
"Oh yes, both of them have been charged with public indecency,"
said Schroeder, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"That's it?" broke in Scully. "What about statutory rape? Trudi
Bowman is only sixteen."
Schroeder fiddled with a letter opener for a few moments before
replying. "We still have that option, of course. But I've known Vince
Lansing for years, and he's not...that is, he wouldn't ..."
He cleared his throat and then continued, "Anyway, when you said
you thought it might have been some kind of outside coercion and that
you were coming to investigate, I kinda figured I would hold off on any
further charges."
"Fair enough," said Mulder. "Have either of them been in trouble
before?"
"No they haven't. Vince is a and a real nice guy.
Everyone makes mistakes in life, though, and it looks like he made a big
one. I can't imagine what he and his are going through over this.
Trudi Bowman I don't really know much about - she and her moved
here last year, and she's a sophomore at Hallville high school."
"Well, as I told you earlier on the phone, Chief Schroeder, we
aren't here to try to get anyone in trouble or to uphold the morals of
your town," said Scully. "If it turns out that they were having
consensual sex, then the case is yours to handle as you see fit."
"To be honest with you, I'm sure that's what happened, Ms. Scully.
But you go ahead and investigate if you like."
"Could we speak to the officer who responded to the incident?"
asked Mulder.
Schroeder looked uncomfortable again. "Well, that's going to be
difficult, I'm afraid. Jim Needham is on vacation and won't be back for
a week."
Mulder and Scully looked at each other. Before they could reply,
the phone on Schroeder's desk rang, and he picked it up. After a few
minutes, during which he mostly listened, he hung up and sighed.
"I've got to see to something right now, I'm afraid. I'll leave
you with my deputy, Alan Johnson. He can answer any more questions you
might have."
He led them out into the main office area, which was nearly empty,
and introduced them to a thin in his early forties.
"Alan, these are the folks from the FBI, looking into that Road
Pantry incident. Give them whatever assistance they need until I get
back, will you?" With that, Schroeder disappeared out the front door.
Johnson greeted them politely and offered them coffee, which the
agents declined. Mulder then repeated the same line of questioning they
had followed with Schroeder, with the same result. If anything strange
was going on here, Hallville's finest didn't seem to know about it.
Scully decided to take a slightly different tack. "Mr. Johnson,
could you give us your personal opinion about what happened the other
night at the Road Pantry?"
For the first time, Johnson's expression of polite reserve faded,
and he looked uncomfortable.
"My opinion.... ? Well, I guess I'd have to say it was just a
crazy stunt. They were probably having an affair, and got a little
carried away. I'm much of a believer in hypnosis," he added.
"Chief Schroeder seems to think that would be out of character for
these two," observed Mulder. "Lansing is with a couple of kids,
and Trudi Bowman is only sixteen."
Johnson laughed. "Since when did having a stop a guy from
getting a little on the side? Lansing is kind of a local hero around
here - some kind of football stud. I bet he's got throwing
themselves at him all the time. And believe me, these days a lot of the
kids are sexually active at sixteen. This girl, she looks like she
might be kind of a wild one. She's got a nose ring you know, and what
with her living with just her mother, no around..."
Mulder glanced over at Scully. As he suspected, she was about to
make an indignant reply to Johnson's rather politically incorrect
observations.
"I think we see what you are driving at," he said quickly. "We
are going to talk to her this afternoon to see if she can give us a
better description of the other who was there. Have you seen the
security tape?"
"Oh yeah, I've reviewed the tape several times," said Johnson with
a smirk. "Makes for mighty interesting viewing, but I don't see any
evidence of hypnosis, or whatever it is you folks are trying to prove."
Mulder glanced at Scully, who shook her head with a look of faint
disgust.
"We aren't here to try to prove anything, Mr. Johnson," she said.
"We are just looking for the truth."
"Tell Chief Schroeder we may stop back later," said Mulder as the
agents stood up to leave.
As they walked out of the station, they noticed that heavy, dark
storm clouds had built up on the horizon and that the temperature had
dropped by at least ten degrees.
"Well, that was a bust," said Scully as they got back in the car.
Mulder had a thoughtful expression on his face as he drove them
back down Hallville's main drag.
"They didn't give us any new information," he said finally. "But
I thought it was odd that neither one of them asked us any specific
questions about our involvement in the case. All they knew before we
arrived was that we suspected some sort of coercion was involved, and
they must have figured out we meant hypnosis since the security
shows no physical assault."
"You're always disappointed when your wild ideas don't get a
strong reaction from people. But I wouldn't worry about it - those two
didn't strike me as being deep thinkers - especially Johnson."
Mulder smiled. "You just don't like Johnson because he was
staring at your chest."
"You stare at my chest, and I still like you."
This threw Mulder a little off guard. Was he that obvious? He
glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but her expression was
unreadable as usual.
Scully was actually regretting the comment. Mulder was really
quite a gentleman, and she didn't mind the occasional appreciative
glance, anyway. Especially from him.
"It seemed rather suspicious that the officer who responded to
the incident is on vacation all of a sudden," she said, changing the
subject.
Mulder nodded. "It sure looks like they don't want him talking to
us. I guess he got himself in hot water by sending me the videotape -
maybe he's being disciplined."
"Well, they certainly don't seem to be very cooperative, whatever
happened," said Scully. "So where to now?"
"It's still a few hours before Mrs. Bowman gets off work - we
might as well check into a motel," said Mulder. "I saw a few near the
exit from the highway."
********************
Trudi stared at the clock above the classroom door, willing the
second hand to click one more time. It had already been one of the
longest days of her life, spent trying to ignore the stares and giggles
of the students who had heard rumors about the incident at the Road
Pantry and trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say to
Gene, and it was still only 2:59 pm.
There had been plenty of time to reflect on the incident during
the past two days, since she had been grounded - confined to her room
with no phone privileges. Her had even kept her out of school
and stayed home from work to keep an eye on her yesterday. Her face
flushed with shame as she remembered the horrified look on her mothers
face when she had arrived to pick her up late Saturday night at the
police station. It had taken hours of tearful screaming and yelling on
Trudi's part before her had even begun to consider the
possibility that she had been put under some kind of spell, and if the
guy from the FBI hadn't called Trudi might still be in her room.
The funny thing was this: not all of her feelings about the
incident were negative. Not by a long shot. Whenever she tried to
concentrate on what had happened, the feelings of guilt were soon pushed
aside by memories of the incredible sexual feelings she had experienced.
Although she clearly remembered being sexually aroused, the specifics of
what had happened were fuzzy - she could only recall little bits and
pieces, like tiny, vivid flashbacks. Putting her lips around Vince's
cock for the first time and being startled by its warmth. The intense
look of pleasure on Vince's face while he was fucking her. The
truth was, Trudi felt that a whole new world had opened up for her, and
she suspected that life was going to be a lot more interesting from now
on.
However, for now she still had to deal with the considerable
negative fallout. At the moment, her greatest concern was her boyfriend
Gene. Her hadn't even let her call him to let him know what had
happened, so God knows what he was thinking. A queasy knot formed in
her stomach at the thought of Gene hearing all the nasty rumors going
around school. Just my luck, she thought. I'm finally ready for sex,
and my boyfriend is probably going to dump me.
The clock performed its double click, and the bell signifying the
end of another school day at Hallville High rang out joyously,
interrupting the teacher's half-hearted attempt to explain the quadratic
equation for what seemed like the hundredth time that year.
Trudi grabbed her already-packed knapsack and headed for the door,
ignoring the shouted last-second homework instructions that she usually
copied down religiously. She had bigger problems to deal with than
algebra homework, she thought to herself as pushed her way out the door.
Maybe Gene hadn't heard the yet and she could do some damage
control.
Figuring that looking her best wouldn't hurt, she was wearing a
short green skirt which accentuated her long, slender legs, and a tight
white t-shirt which showed off her high, round breasts. As she half-
walked, half-ran down the hall she was oblivious to the many admiring
glances that came her way, not all of them from students.
While she was standing in front of her locker, she suddenly heard
Amy Archer calling her name. She groaned inwardly - for once she didn't
feel like talking to her best friend.
"Trudiiiii..... I can't believe it! Where have you been all day!
Oh my God, is it true? You are such a slut! You are such a bad girl!
I want to hear everything, and I mean everything!" This was delivered
in an urgent hiss.
Amy's cute, perfectly made-up face was suffused with a combination
of delight and awe. Nothing impressed her more than wanton sexual
escapades, and she had been diligently trying to impart this outlook on
life to Trudi for months. Now it seemed like all her work had paid off.
At least she had the sense to keep her voice down.
"Yes it's true, but it's not like it sounds. Oh God Amy, can we
talk about it later? I've got to find Gene - have you seen him?"
Although Amy thought that Gene was kind of boring, and that
having a steady boyfriend cramped ones style, she had the decency to
look concerned.
"No, I haven't seen him today. Haven't you talked to him?"
"I think he's avoiding me," said Trudi. She slammed her locker
shut and headed for the exit, Amy in tow. "Maybe I can catch him in the
parking lot."
Amy could see that her best friend was near to tears, and she felt
a stab of real sympathy. She and Trudi were extremely close, so close,
in fact, that Amy was starting to have some feelings for her that went
beyond friendship. Not that she was planning to say anything to Trudi
about it, of course.
As they went out the side exit into the parking lot, Trudi saw
Gene walking toward his blue Camaro, which was parked in its usual spot
at the back of the lot. After promising Amy that she would call her as
soon as she could, Trudi ran after him, reaching the car just as he was
about to get in.
"Gene, wait! I've got to talk to you...please..."
Gene stood with the open car door between them, a mixture of
emotions fighting for control of his face. He was a thin with
a pale face and black hair. Although he was actually rather good
looking, he was very quiet and reserved by nature, and he had spent his
three years of high school on the fringes of the social scene. Asking
out a pretty and popular like Trudi had been totally out of
character for him, and he now had the sneaking suspicion that he had
been made a fool of.
"I was worried about you," he said finally.
"Thanks... I'm all right, I guess. Have you heard all the
stories?"
"You might say that. Hard to believe, though." The expression on
his face said that he believed it all too well.
"Let's drive somewhere and talk about, OK? I know what you must
be thinking, but I really didn't cheat on you. I mean, I sort of did
but I really didn't."
A gust of wind ruffled Genes hair as he stood motionless staring
at Trudi. Then a clap of thunder, very close, made them both flinch.
"Come on Gene - it's going to rain. Besides, don't you think I
deserve the chance to at least try and explain?"
Gene glanced up at the sky, which had grown ominously dark, and
finally relented.
"OK, get in."
Trudi quickly jumped into the passenger seat and tossed her
knapsack into the back of the Camaro. Gene turned the key and the car
roared to life, emitting a cloud of blue smoke from the tailpipe. After
two deafening backfires, the engine settled down to a angry, vibrating
rumble.
"Car's running great, sweetie."
Gene grunted something about the carburetor as he pulled out of
the lot. The first drops of rain began spattering against the
windshield as they headed north, away from the center of town. Trudi
collected her thoughts and was about to speak when Gene broke the
silence.
"Your called me yesterday and told me what happened. She said
somebody hypnotized you or something, and made you... do things with
your boss right there in the store. Is that what happened?"
"My called you?"
"Yep. She said you were grounded but that she didn't want me to
hear about it from the kids at school. Pretty cool of her, actually."
Trudi felt a rush of gratitude towards her mother, who she would
have gladly strangled a few times during the past two days.
"I was hypnotized, Gene, I swear. It was the weirdest fucking
thing that's ever happened to me. I didn't want it to happen, but I
couldn't stop myself."
Gene looked over at her and his expression softened. "OK, I just
wanted to hear it from you. I believe you, Trudi. I just want to hear
exactly what happened."
Tears of relief came to TrudiÕs face. "I'll tell you everything I
remember, but it's all just jumbled up images. It's like waking up and
trying to remember a weird dream you were having."
As they drove through the increasingly heavy rain, Trudi related
everything she could remember about the incident. She was basically
truthful, although she didn't tell him how much she had enjoyed the sex.
When she finished, Gene looked over a her, but before he could speak a
sheet of heavy rain splattered against the windshield and drummed on the
roof, cutting the visibility down to almost zero. Gene pulled off the
highway onto a muddy dirt road and parked under a tree. They sat there
for a few minutes listening to the rain pounding on the car and watching
the sheets of water running down the windows.
"Just like being in the car wash," said Trudi.
Gene had a thoughtful look on his face. "So you and that guy
Vince did all the things we didn't do yet," he said with a rueful smile.
Trudi smiled back at him. He seemed to be taking this much better
than she had ever expected. She slid over next to him on the seat and
kissed his cheek.
"But I hardly remember it, sweetie. And you believe me when I say
that I didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Instead of answering, Gene kissed her softly on the lips. Trudi
closed her eyes and returned the kiss, making it last. What started out
as a kiss of forgiveness slowly turned more passionate. Trudi opened
her mouth and felt Genes tongue meet hers, and she slid her hand around
the back of his neck to pull him even closer. She felt his warm hand
rubbing her back, and she twisted slightly, offering her breast.
As he cupped her she leaned forward, pressing it firmly
into his hand, and she felt her nipple harden and push against his palm
through her bra and thin t-shirt. Gene began rubbing his palm across
her nipple, and she moaned and bit his lower lip gently.
"That feels so good."
Gene looked at her searchingly. This was about as far as they had
gone in the past, and many a mild argument had started at this point.
Trudi made a sudden decision. Taking her hand from behind Genes neck,
she slowly trailed it down his chest and then let it settle in his lap.
She immediately felt the bulge of his incipient erection, and she gave
it a gentle squeeze.
"Well, what have we here?"
"Someone I've been dying to have you meet."
Trudi giggled. "Is that right? Well maybe it's time I got
acquainted with the little fellow."
"Hey, watch who you call little."
She unzipped his fly and carefully worked his cock out of his
jeans. It increased in size before her eyes, like one of those time-
lapse films of plants growing.
"I think he likes you," said Gene.
"Mmmm, I think it's mutual." Trudi examined his cock closely. It
was about as long as Vince's, but not as thick. She ran her finger
gently up and down from the tip to the base, exploring its topography
and texture. "Looks yummy," she thought to herself. Gene shuddered and
stifled a gasp.
"That tickles, Trude!"
"Aww, poor baby." Trudi was having fun now - this time she was in
control. She gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist and began
working it around in slow circles. Gene groaned appreciatively.
"That's more like it."
Trudi squirmed around on the seat without letting go, tucking one
leg underneath her and ending up so that they were almost face to face.
As she continued to play with his cock, Gene slid his hand under her
shirt and squeezed her through her bra.
"It unhooks in front."
Gene didnÕt need any further encouragement. He opened the clasp
with creditable dexterity considering the circumstances, and lifted the
bra upwards, releasing her breasts. As he kneaded and stroked them
hungrily, Trudi noticed that his breathing had become noticeably
heavier.
Trudi was rather proud of her breasts, and she was feeling sooo
horny. Impulsively, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and removed
her bra. Gene let out a long sigh of appreciation.
"God, Trude, those are beautiful. You're beautiful." He smiled
at her. "You look like a mermaid."
Trudi looked down at her green skirt and giggled. She rotated her
torso back and forth, causing her to swing back and forth in a
gentle arc.
"Glad you like them."
Gene leaned his head forward and caught one of her with
his mouth. He gently, pulling in the nipple and then swirling
around it with his tongue.
Trudi caught her breath. "Ohhhh, that feels good.... don't stop."
"I won't if you won't," came the muffled reply.
Trudi suddenly realized that she had been neglecting her new
friend, and she grabbed it again and gave it a healthy squeeze. Gene
responded by gently biting her nipple, which sent a jolt of pleasure
shooting through her body. She could feel her opening up like a
flower, and she knew her must be getting damp.
After a few minutes, Gene groaned and lifted his head.
"Trude, I really think I'm gonna come... is that OK?"
Trudi looked down at his cock. The head had turned a darker
color, and it glistened with a sheen of moisture, which had also coated
her hand.
She lifted her hand to her mouth licked her palm. The taste was
salty, and not at all unpleasant. Suddenly, a vivid image of her
kneeling in front of Vince with his cock filling her mouth flashed into
her mind. For a second, she could actually feel every detail, down to
the sensation of her bare knees pressing on the cold linoleum floor, and
then the image was gone.
"Trude, baby, all it would take is a little more stroking..."
Genes voice had a ragged note of desperation in it.
Trudi remembered what Amy had told her about men's needs, and she
suddenly felt sorry for him.
"I can do better than that," she whispered, looking into his eyes.
Before she could chicken out, she lowered her head down into his
lap and closed her mouth around the head of his cock. Gene groaned and
bucked his hips upward, driving himself all the way to the back of her
throat and making her gag. Amy had warned her about that, too.
"This is my first real blow job, Gene, so sit still."
"Oh God...I'll try."
Trudi returned to work, and after a few awkward moments she was
able to synchronize the bobbing of her head with Gene's hip movements.
She could hear groaning noises from Gene over the slick slurping
sounds from her own mouth, and she realized for the first time what a
privilege it was to be able to give someone so much pleasure. "I could
definitely learn to enjoy this," she thought to herself.
"UUUUNNNNHHHHH...."
Suddenly she felt jets of fluid hitting the back off her
throat, and her mouth filled with a hot, salty taste. She gagged as
she reflexively swallowed some of it, but she managed to keep going
until he was done. For a few seconds they just sat there, breathing
heavily and listening to the rain beating on the roof of the car.
"I'm sorry Trude - I should have warned you when I was going to
come."
Trudi giggled. "Nah, that would have just made me nervous. How
was it - did I do OK?" As if she didn't know.
Gene kissed her. "It was incredible."
"Good. You owe me one, then." She managed to wriggle out of her
panties without taking off her skirt, and then she climbed into his lap
facing away from him and spread her legs to either side of his. Taking
one of his hands in her own, she put it on her thigh and slid it
upwards.
"Make me come," she whispered, leaning her head back on his
shoulder and closing her eyes.
A shudder ran through her body as Genes finger brushed tentatively
against her pussy. Slowly, he began to explore this foreign anatomical
territory, first rubbing his hand gently up and down her whole and
then finally putting a fingertip into the wet, slippery slot between
her lips. Trudi had done this to herself countless times, but
Gene's fingers were bigger and rougher, and somehow the experience was
completely different. One second it would start to feel good, and then
the next second it would just tickle, and she would have to stifle a
giggle. Every time Gene's finger bumped accidentally against her clit,
Trudi felt a spasm in her upper thighs which was a familiar precursor to
an orgasm. However, Gene was too gentle and tentative to bring her all
the way to orgasm, and after a few minutes she was getting a little
frustrated.
"Rub right here," she said, guiding his middle finger to her clit.
Gene felt the little nub under his fingertip and figured out what
to do immediately. Soon Trudi was grinding her ass into Gene's lap and
groaning as Gene rubbed her little love button. After all the foreplay,
Trudi felt like a rubber band stretched to the limit. She felt the
little tickle deep in her groin that signaled an oncoming orgasm, and
almost immediately the wave of pleasure ripped its way through her body,
more intense than she had ever felt before.
"OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD....!" Was that her shrieking? Gene was so
startled he almost stopped, and she pressed her hand down on his, making
him keep up the stimulation. Aftershocks ran through her body for
several more seconds and then she collapsed limply back against her
boyfriend.
"That's the magic spot, sweetie."
"Jeez, I guess so. Are you OK, Trude?"
"Mmmmmm, I'm great." She just wanted to sit here in his lap and
sleep for a few minutes. A she started to drift off, she wondered idly
whether her would be mad at her for being late. Suddenly her
eyes flew open.
"Oh shit! I totally forgot! Two FBI agents are coming to our
house to talk to me about what happened. Can you take me home quick?"
"For you, anything."
She scrambled to put her clothes back on as Gene turned the car
around and headed back towards town.
***********************
Mulder and Scully cruised slowly along a quiet residential street
lined with small houses. "I think it must be that one," said Scully,
pointing to a small ranch. Mulder squinted through the rain-soaked
window and was able to verify the address.
He pulled into the gravel driveway behind an Honda Civic and
killed the engine. The house was in need of a fresh coat of paint, but
the yard was in good condition and there were neatly-tended flower beds
along the front and on either side of the drive.
Avoiding the large puddles in he driveway, they went up to the
front porch and knocked on the door, and after a short wait a
woman in her late 30s answered.
"Mrs. Bowman? I'm Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI, and this is my
partner, Dana Scully. We spoke on the phone yesterday."
"Yes, of course - I was expecting you. Please come in."
She looked a bit embarrassed as she seated them on a well-worn
couch in the living room.
"I'm afraid Trudi isn't home yet... I don't know what's keeping
her. She should be here soon."
Dana smiled at her reassuringly. "That's all right, Mrs. Bowman.
We're not in any rush."
"Is that Trudi?" asked Mulder, indicating a large photograph over
the mantle. The was of a stunning woman with long, brown
hair and a friendly smile, and it took him a few seconds to recognize
the from the videotape.
"Yes, that's her school from last year, before she cut her
hair and started dressing like a tramp," replied Mrs. Bowman with a
smile that took the sting from her words. "She's still a good girl,
though. An A student, even with an after-school job."
"She's beautiful," said Dana truthfully. "How is she handling
this whole situation?"
"Well, I think her main concern is with her boyfriend - she was
worried about trying to explain things to him today at school. When I
was in high school this sort of thing could ruin a girl's reputation,
but Trudi assures me that she's going to be seen as much 'cooler' now."
"Kids today are certainly more sexually active than they were,"
agreed Mulder. "But we were under the impression that maybe in a
conservative town like Hallville there would be more of a backlash
against her.
"Well, the may be conservative, but the kids apparently
aren't."
Scully had the feeling they were missing something here. "Why do
you say that, Mrs. Bowman?"
She looked a bit surprised. "You haven't heard about the teenage
pregnancy problem here?"
"No, we haven't," replied Dana, feeling a twinge of excitement.
"We just arrived in Hallville today."
"Oh, I see. Well, there was a newspaper article in the local
paper a few weeks ago - the Hallville Courier - saying that the teenage
pregnancy rate had gone through the roof in the last six months. Nine
girls from a high school with only 600 students."
Mulder had an intent, tight-lipped expression. "So this is common
knowledge around town, then?"
"Oh yes, there was big uproar, calls for teachers to be fired,
even a town meeting Trudi and I went to. What a fiasco that was.
Someone made the suggestion that the police start patrolling the local
make-out spots, and then a guy from the Hallville police department got
up and gave a condescending speech about how kids would be kids, and
that the only solution was to make sure that they had condoms. I
remember thinking that it could never happen to Trudi," she added with a
rather wistful smile.
Scully spoke for both of them. "We talked to the Hallville police
earlier today and they didn't say anything about this."
Mrs. Bowman shook her head in confusion. "I would think that this
would be relevant to your investigation, certainly. It occurred to me
right away that if someone forced Trudi to do things against her will,
that maybe the same thing happened to those other girls."
"We'll have another chat with Chief Schroeder first thing
tomorrow," said Mulder grimly.
"Maybe you could tell me more about what you think might have
happened to Trudi?" asked Mrs. Bowman.
Scully glanced at Mulder and then back at Mrs. Bowman. She got
the impression of an intelligent, stable woman.
"We are part of a small task force within the FBI whose purpose is
to investigate unexplained phenomena," she began. "The incident
involving your matches a pattern of other reported incidents in
our files. The only reasonable explanation for these incidents is that
a person or persons is using some sort of mind control to make people
act in ways that they usually wouldn't."
She then summarized the incident at the Baltimore restaurant.
When she was finished, Mrs. Bowman looked doubtful.
"So you think that there might be someone with... unnatural
powers attacking people in Hallville? I know it explains what has been
happening, but I thought that psychic abilities like that had been
disproven by science."
Mulder shook his head. "The lack of scientific evidence doesn't
disprove anything. Our experiences over the last three years have shown
us that there are plenty of things out there that science hasn't
explained yet."
A loud bang caused them all to jump. Mrs. Bowman laughed.
"Trudi must be home. That was her boyfriends car backfiring."
A few seconds later Trudi came in, looking a bit disheveled but
cheerful.
"Trudi, these are Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder."
Mulder sized up Trudi as he shook her hand. She had a bit of the
colt-like physical awkwardness that was common in teenagers, but she
seemed remarkably as she greeted him and Scully and took a seat
across from them. And, of course, she was very attractive. He had a
hard time keeping his eyes from straying to the front of her damp t-
shirt where it clung to her firm breasts.
Scully summarized their previous conversation for Trudi as she
made her own assessment of the girl. She too was impressed by Trudi's
self-composure, but what struck Scully was her beauty. If someone was
preying on teenage girls, it was no surprise that Trudi was a target.
"If you feel up to it, we would like to go through the incident
again in as much detail as you can remember," she said to Trudi. "I
know it will be difficult for you," she added apologetically.
Trudi was still giddy from having sex with Gene, and she was
worried that the FBI agents could somehow sense this. She looked over
at them nervously, trying to size them up. She had been expecting
expressionless in blue suits and sunglasses who would interrogate
her like she had done something wrong. But these two seemed friendly
and sympathetic, especially the woman. And the was actually very
cute - was his name really Fox?
"At first I hardly remembered anything at all," she began, trying
to collect her thoughts. "But over the past few days I've been getting
these weird flashbacks, where I'll suddenly remember one little part of
what happened really clearly. But most of it is still just a blank."
"That's a very common symtom of someone who is recovering a
repressed memory," said Mulder. He was becoming more and more certain
that they were on the right track. "If you continue to work at it, you
may eventually be able to remember the whole incident."
"Do you remember how you felt when you were participating in the
sexual acts?" asked Scully. "Afraid, confused, guilty?"
Trudi bit her lip nervously. What would they think if she told
them the truth? Something in Agent Scully's eyes told her that she
would understand.
"No, not really," she said. "I remember being very, uh, aroused,
you know? Like all of a sudden all I could think about was sex. And
then when the guy told me to do stuff with Vince, it was like I wanted
to do it anyway and there seemed no reason not to."
Mulder nodded. "It sounds like he somehow was able to focus in on
your libido and amplify your sexual urges." He thought for a few
seconds. "I know this is very personal, but were you attracted to Vince
Lansing - did you ever fantasize about having sex with him?"
"Yes," said Trudi, looking nervously at her mother. "But I wasn't
going to do anything about it."
Mrs. Bowman smiled at her daughter. "Of course not. Everyone is
attracted to certain people - it's very natural."
"That may explain how he picks his victims," said Mulder. "He
senses the underlying sexual attraction between people and then uses it
to control them."
"Wouldn't that mean that Vince would have had to feel the same way
about me?" asked Trudi.
Mulder had a hard time keeping a straight face. "I think that's a
likely possibility," he said matter-of-factly.
Trudi was blushing - she knew how naive that had sounded as soon
as it was out of her mouth.
Scully changed the subject. "Have you been able to remember
anything else about the other in convenience store?"
Trudi thought about it for a few seconds, her face scrunching up
with concentration. "I can't remember what he looked like. But I do
remember feeling that maybe he was someone I had seen before. That's
all I can really say."
"Well, that's something," said Dana, smiling at her. "Here are
our cell phone numbers - if you remember anything else please call us
right away." She handed Trudi a card.
"I will."
As they were leaving, Mulder stopped to talk to Trudi. "One more
thing to keep in mind: If this guy were to try to control your mind
again there is a good chance that you would be able to resist. People
can rarely be hypnotized against their will, and I suspect the same
principle holds here."
Trudi correctly guessed that this was mostly wishful thinking, but
she appreciated the gesture. "OK, that's good to know. I'll keep
trying to remember what happened."
Outside, it was starting to get dark, and the rain had turned into
an aggressive mist. As they drove back to the motel, the agents
discussed the case with a mixture of excitement and frustration. It was
clear that someone in Hallville was using mind control to prey on
people. What was much less clear was what they could do about it.
"How can you catch someone who gives their victims amnesia?" asked
Scully. "Apparently, most of the people don't even remember they were
attacked, much less who attacked them."
"I think Trudi is our best hope. She seems to be slowly
recovering her memory of the incident. Possibly some of the other
victims will as well. If nine got pregnant, who knows how many
more were attacked."
"Right, and that brings us back to Hallville's finest. Why do you
think they neglected to tell us about the rash of pregnancies?"
Fox shook his head. "I have no idea. Maybe they really didn't
see the connection. We'll see what Chief Schroeder has to say for
himself first thing tomorrow."
Fox parked the car in front of their adjoining rooms at the Best
Western. It was fully dark out now, and the floodlights illuminating
the motel gave the mist in the air an eerie yellow glow. Neither
of them got out of the car for a few seconds, and Fox had a pleasant
feeling of intimacy, sitting there in a dark car with his partner, so
far away from their normal routine in Washington. Dana's pale face
seemed to glow in the darkness as she stared absently out of the window,
and he felt a powerful urge to put his arm around her and kiss her
serious mouth until it softened.
She turned to him and smiled. "I think I'll take a shower. It
always relaxes me."
"Are you tense?"
"This case is giving me the creeps, Fox. I have a bad feeling
about it."
He pondered her use of his first name, which was a bit unusual.
Trying to flesh out the subtext of Dana's comments had become one
of his favorite pastimes. He decided to push it just a bit.
"I know what you mean. Why don't you come by after your shower
and we can watch for a while or something. I'll leave the connecting
door unlocked."
"All right." Before he could say anything else, she opened the
door, flooding the interior of the car with light, and disappeared into
her room.
"How am I supposed to interpret that?" he wondered to himself.
He went into his room and found a baseball game on the TV, and
then made a quick run to the ice machine. After pouring himself a
whiskey on the rocks, he stretched out on the bed to think things over.
**********************
Amy Archer pushed her bike under a hedge and walked quietly around
the side of the Bowman house to the back. The light in Trudi's room was
still on, to her relief. Trudi's room was on the opposite side of the
house from her mother's, and Trudi and Amy often snuck in and out of the
house through the bedroom window at night after Mrs. Bowman was in bed.
Trudi was lying on her bed in her pajamas thinking about her
afternoon escapade with Gene when she heard the tapping at the window.
She bounced off the bed, pulled open the curtains, and slid the window
up quietly. Amy climbed in nimbly over the sill and Trudi gave her a
hug.
"I'm glad you came over, Ames - I can't even think about sleeping
right now."
As she returned the hug, Amy could feel the swell of Trudi's
breasts against her chest, and she felt a surge of conflicting emotions.
"How did it go with Gene? I saw he at least gave you a ride."
Trudi giggled. "Shhhhh, my Moms not asleep yet. He gave me a
ride all right!" She turned on her portable stereo to a low volume and
hopped back onto the bed.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying, you slut?" asked Amy
in a half-whisper, sitting on the bed next to Trudi.
"I gave him a blow job - all the way until he came." said Trudi
proudly.
"Oh my God - start at the beginning and tell me everything."
Amy and Trudi had been sharing every detail of their sex lives for
a while now. This usually meant either Amy telling Trudi about her own
adventures or mutual commiserating about how horny they were, and Trudi
was glad to finally have something to report other than masturbating.
So she told Amy the whole story, not leaving out a single juicy detail.
Amy laughed when Trudi told her about almost choking on Gene's
come, and she found herself getting turned on by Trudi's description of
Gene fingering her to orgasm. Trudi was sitting Indian-style on the
bed, and Amy realized with a guilty start that she could see right up
her loose pajama shorts to the edge of her pussy.
"...I swear Ames, I was so loud when I came that I thought Gene
would be freaked out. But he was just like, happy that he was able to
get me off. I don't know if he had ever done that before, but I didn't
want to ask."
"Yeah, are sensitive about being inexperienced. So it was
good, was it?"
Trudi rolled her eyes upward. "It was awesome."
"Even better than phone sex with me?" Once Amy had gotten Trudi
to talk about masturbating, it had become a serious hobby for both of
them. One of their games was to start masturbating together over the
phone to see who could finish first. Amy was an expert at this, but she
always held back to give Trudi a chance. Or maybe it was to hear
Trudi's heavy breathing and those little high-pitched moans she made
when she came.
Trudi squeezed Amy's knee playfully. "Nobody could replace you,
Ames. You taught me everything I know."
"Yep. And now you're getting it left and right and I'm the one
who's horny and desperate."
"Poor baby...what's it been, three days?"
"Four. And that was just a quickie with Steve."
"Is he the one who wants to do you up the ass?"
Amy laughed. "Oh my God, he never stops talking about it! I
tried to put my finger up my ass the other day while I was in the shower
to see what it was like, and it hurts like hell! If that's what a
finger feels like, there's no way I'm getting a cock jammed in there,
even one as little as Steve's."
Trudi was laughing helplessly at this point. Amy was so sweet and
so crude at the same time that she hardly knew what to think.
"I thought you would try anything, Ames."
"Well, not that." What I would really like to try is you, she
thought to herself. They talked for another hour, with Trudi filling in
Amy on the original incident at the Road Pantry and the visit from the
FBI. Finally, Amy climbed back out the window after receiving another
one of those stimulating hugs.
What would she think if she knew I was getting turned on by
hugging her, she thought sadly as she pulled her bike out from the hedge
and brushed off the seat. Down the street, a sat in the cab of a
blue pickup truck, watching her with interest. Amy didn't notice as
the truck pulled out to follow her as she began riding home.
***********************
Mulder heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later there was a
knock at the connecting door and Scully came in. She was wearing a t-
shirt and jeans and her hair was still damp. Mulder was sitting on the
bed with his back against the headboard watching TV.
"Who's playing?" she asked him.
"Braves and the Cubbies. Two-all in the sixth. You want a
drink?"
"Sure, thanks. I'll get it." Scully poured a little whiskey over
a lot of ice and sat next to Mulder on the bed. She was barefoot, and
he was bemused to see that she had pink nail polish on her toes. He
found himself wondering if she was wearing a bra under her loose t-
shirt, and then tried to stifle the thought. They talked baseball for a
while with the easy familiarity of friends, but inevitably the
conversation returned to the case.
"What do you think of Trudi Bowman?" asked Dana.
Mulder pondered for a second. "Attractive, well-mannered,
for her age. I had the feeling she was being very straightforward with
us."
Scully nodded. "That was my general impression too."
"I hope for her sake that this incident doesn't cause her too much
trouble."
"Well, I have a suspicion she was able to make it up to her
boyfriend at least."
Mulder looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you think she looked a little...disheveled?"
"You think...?" He sounded a bit shocked.
"Yes. She definitely had that look. Am I embarrassing you?" She
was looking at him with amusement.
"Of course not, Scully. I'm just a little surprised you picked up
on that and I didn't."
"Don't feel bad, Mulder. It's a woman thing."
"If you say so. So maybe Trudi isn't the angel I thought she was
- do you think it's possible she's lying after all?"
"Not really. You can't compare her having sex with her boyfriend
to what happened in the convenience store."
"I suppose not." A mental image of Trudi Bowman getting it on in
her boyfriend's car formed in his head, and he felt a stirring in his
loins. "It just makes me see her in a different light."
"I bet it does, Mulder." That came out sounding more harsh than
she had intended. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I guess I'm just
jealous that a high school sophomore is having more fun than I am." Did
she actually say that? Now she was really putting her foot in her
mouth.
"Why Scully, are you blushing?" teased Mulder. He was rather
pleased at the direction the conversation was taking.
"I shouldn't have said that," she said, smiling ruefully. "But
yes, my personal life leaves something to be desired."
Mulder put his hand on hers. "Dana, you can tell me anything."
She was looking down, not meeting his eyes, but she didn't take her hand
away.
"I know that, Fox," she said finally. "It's just that some topics
are a bit awkward, especially in this situation." She gestured at the
bed. "We're professional partners who happen to be of the opposite
sex."
"Working for an organization that frowns on any sort of romantic
relationships between its employees," he agreed. He was still holding
her hand. "But I think it's silly to keep pretending that we aren't
attracted to each other."
With no makeup and flushed cheeks, she looked younger than her age
and touchingly vulnerable. He put his other hand under her chin and
tilted her head up gently, and then he leaned forward and kissed her.
She didn't resist, and they held the kiss for several long seconds.
Dana finally pulled back and took a deep breath. "What are we
doing?" She wasn't angry or upset; it was an honest question.
"Just what we have both been thinking about for a long time."
She opened her mouth as if to object, and then just nodded. "I
suppose you're right. But that doesn't mean we should become involved."
She squeezed his hand and then withdrew hers. "It's getting late. We
better get some sleep."
Mulder didn't feel much like sleeping, but he didn't want to push
it.
"Sweet dreams," he said, opening the connecting door for her and
then quietly shutting it behind her.
***********************
The kept his distance as he followed the on the bike
through the dark streets of Hallville. There was almost no other
traffic, and he didn't want her to become suspicious. On the other
hand, he was desperate to find out what she and Trudi had talked about.
He had been watching the house all evening, parked a little ways down
the street, and he had seen the FBI agents come and go. He had a
feeling that the situation in Hallville, which had been going so well
until a few days ago, was slipping out of his control, and he
desperately wanted to pump the for information. But trying to
control someone without a specific sexual attraction to focus in on was
risky - especially a female.
Letting the truck drift a little closer to the girl, he stared at
her intently, trying to read her emotional state. A satisfied smirk
broke out on his face.
"You little minx," he thought to himself. "You have a thing for
Trudi Bowman, don't you." He had pulled up right behind her now.
"Oh yes, you've got it bad," he whispered out loud. "You're going
tell me all about Trudi, aren't you."
As they approached a particularly dark of street, the
pulled up alongside the and reached out with his mind.
Amy had been daydreaming about Trudi, trying to imagine her having
sex with Gene and wondering whether this would change their own
relationship. Suddenly, she felt a surge of desire for her friend.
Gliding to a stop, she stood straddling her bicycle in the darkness,
transfixed by a vivid mental image of Trudi. She imagined herself
hugging her tightly, and then kissing her neck and her soft lips,
sliding her tongue into her mouth.
"Thinking about Trudi Bowman?" Amy hadn't even noticed the pickup
truck that had stopped next to her. She should have been startled out
of her shoes, but she just turned her head and squinted through the
darkness. All she could see was a shadowy figure behind the wheel.
Something very strange was going on - she felt like she was half asleep,
or drugged.
"Yes, thinking about Trudi." Her voice was slow and even, and
seemed to come from somewhere other than her own mouth.
"She's beautiful isn't she. Those full breasts, those long
legs..." The voice was offhand and reflective. "I bet she'd be great
in the sack."
Amy nodded dumbly. A feeling of lust was spreading through her
body, and she had a sudden urge to masturbate. She put her hand between
her legs and massaged her crotch through her jeans.
"I bet you would like to sleep with Trudi, wouldn't you. I bet
you'd like to eat her and make her come." Amy moaned and rubbed
harder.
The laughed quietly. "You better get your jeans out of the
way if you're going to do that right."
Amy wordlessly unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her
down a few inches to the crossbar of the bike. Now her fingers were
able to dive into the slick wetness between her legs, pushing, pulling,
and spreading her secret areas and sending waves of pleasure through her
body. She thought about Trudi sitting cross-legged on her bed with her
loose pajamas revealing her long, creamy thighs and the edge of her
pussy, and she imagined gently pushing Trudi back onto the bed, sliding
the pajama bottoms off, spreading her legs apart...
"That's enough for now. I have a few questions for you. Put both
hands on the handlebars." The mans voice was more insistent now, and
she had to obey.
With a whimper, she reluctantly pulled her right hand out from
between her legs and put it on the handlebar grip. Her hand was
slippery from her juices, and the grip felt cold and alien after the
warmth of her pussy. Her body was still aching for release.
"What does Trudi remember about what happened at the Road Pantry
the other night?"
"Not very much, just that she, uh, had sex with the guy right
there on the counter."
"Why? Does she remember why she had sex with him?"
"No, not really. Well, yeah. There was this other there who
she thinks made her do it."
"How?"
Amy was squirming, trying to stimulate herself without taking her
hands off the handlebars, but the crossbar of the bike between her legs
was preventing it.
"Um...hypnosis or something. The FBI guy told her that, I think."
Amy's voice was hoarse and throaty.
"Answer my questions and then you get to finish diddling yourself.
Now, this is extremely important. What does she remember about the
other in the store?"
"Nothing... just that he was telling them what to do, and they
couldn't help themselves." A thought worked its way into her head. "It
was you, wasn't it? You're the guy who did it."
The ignored this. "Does she remember anything about what the
man looked like?"
"No, not really. Except that she had a feeling that maybe she had
seen him somewhere before."
He had been afraid of that. The thought it over for a few
seconds. Amy's hands were restlessly squeezing and turning the
handlebar grips, and she was making little whining sounds.
"Why are the FBI agents so interested in what happened?"
"They think that all those who got pregnant might have been
hypnotized, too. They were angry that the police didn't tell them about
that. I think they are going to talk to the police again tomorrow."
Shit. That was all he needed. He thought he had the police well
taken care of, but he didn't like the idea of the FBI going back and
interrogating that pathetic excuse for a police chief Schroeder again.
It looked like he was going to have to take matters into his own hands
with the FBI.
He turned his attention back to the girl. "I'm leaving now, and
you can play with your little all you want. You won't remember me
or anything about my questioning you." He gunned the engine and took
off.
With a gasp of relief, Amy put both of her hands back between her
legs, and she soon had worked two fingers inside herself while she
rubbed her clit with her other hand. She came within a few seconds, a
sharp wave of pleasure that seemed to come out of nowhere, and the force
of it seemed to clear her head.
She looked around, dazed. "Trudi....?
What the hell was she doing, masturbating in the middle of the
street like this? She wiped her fingers on her thigh and quickly pulled
her jeans and back up. Looking around, she saw she was alone on
the dark street. As she pedaled the rest of the way home she thought
about Trudi, but she never remembered the in the blue pickup.
*********************
Scully drifted out of a deep sleep before her alarm sounded, and
underwent a few moments of disorientation as she looked around the
unfamiliar motel room. Then she remembered the events of the previous
evening, specifically the out-of-the-blue kiss from Fox, with a jolt
that brought her fully awake.
She lay in bed thinking it over for a few minutes, watching the
orange glow from behind the curtains become brighter with the
sunrise. It was clear that Fox wanted to start a relationship. This
was flattering, of course, although she supposed she wasn't surprised.
But the risks associated with becoming involved with Fox were
considerable. If the Bureau found out, they would both be disciplined,
and one of them, maybe both, would be transferred. In fact, there was a
good chance that the X-files investigations would be shut down
completely, since they were a self-contained unit with only mixed
support from the Bureau.
And what about the up side? She did have strong feelings for Fox
- she dreamed about him almost every night, for God's sake. Maybe they
should just quit the FBI and do something else. It wasn't unheard of
for two FBI agents to fall in love and leave the Bureau together;
"eloping", it was called. But when she thought about it analytically,
she and Fox together didn't seem quite right somehow. Fox was a bit
too...out there. The 64-thousand dollar question, she thought to
herself, was did she really want to get involved with someone who fully
believed that his had been abducted by aliens? The answer was a
resounding maybe. In any event, they were in the middle of a very
sticky case and this was no time to be thinking about her love life.
With a sigh, she got out of bed and started getting ready for a
long day. When Fox knocked on the connecting door she was dressed and
eating a granola bar.
"Morning, Scully." He looked a uncertain, even a little nervous.
"Morning, Mulder. Ready to go?"
"Yes, I'm all set. Listen, about last night... I hope I wasn't
too out of line." He looked so earnest, she felt a little sorry for
him.
"No, you weren't. And I'm sorry I ran out like that. Listen,
Mulder, let's not talk about this until we get back to Washington, OK?
Maybe it's just something they put in the water out here."
This brought a smile. "I doubt it, but that sounds like a good
idea anyway."
Outside, it was shaping up to be a nice day - sunny and cool. "I
think we should drop in on Chief Schroeder first thing," said Mulder as
they got in the car. "See if we can catch him off guard."
"I agree. We might want to remind him that the Bureau doesn't
take it kindly when local authorities hold back on their agents."
"Right." It was still before 9 am when they parked in front of
the police station. Mulder put on a pair of sunglasses before they got
out.
"Trying to look like a Bureau hardass, Mulder?"
"Yeah, I wish I could do it without the shades like you can."
Inside, the female dispatcher told them that Chief Schroeder was
on his morning rounds and wouldn't be in for a while.
"We'll wait," said Mulder grimly. They hovered menacingly near
the entrance, doing their best to make the dispatcher feel
uncomfortable. After a few minutes, they saw her get on the radio and
say something about the FBI.
Schroeder came in about five minutes later. Judging from his
expression, the receptionist had mentioned that the agents didn't look
too happy.
"Nice to see you folks again," he said with forced cheer. "If you
had called to let me know you were coming, I wouldn't have kept you
waiting."
"If you have a few minutes, we would like to talk in your office,"
said Mulder politely. Schroeder just nodded and led the way. He had
clearly taken stock of the situation, and he didn't waste any more time
with small talk. It occurred to Scully as they walked through the
office area that Schroeder actually seemed like a pretty competent cop.
Once they were seated, Mulder got right to the point. "We talked
to Trudi Bowman and her yesterday. They told us about the recent
rash of teenage pregnancies in Hallville. Apparently it's caused a lot
of concern around town, even to the extent of a town meeting a few weeks
ago." He let that hang in the air.
"That's right," said Schroeder. "It has caused a lot of concern.
It's not exactly a police matter, though."
"From what Mrs. Bowman told us, a lot of disagree," said
Scully. "But our real concern is that neither you or your deputy
mentioned this when we talked to you yesterday morning. It seems to
indicate a rather serious lack of cooperation."
Schroeder looked appropriately uncomfortable. "I guess that was
an oversight on our part."
"That may be," said Mulder. "But I should inform you that our
working hypothesis is that there is sexual predator currently active in
Hallville, and that it appears that a police cover-up may be part of the
problem."
"Damn it." Schroeder was shaking his head. "This has gone on
long enough." He picked up the phone and dialed an internal extension.
"Alan, can you come into my office?"
They waited in silence until Deputy Alan Johnson came in and sat
down. He didn't look particularly surprised to see them.
"Alan, Agents Mulder and Scully are accusing us of holding back on
the teen pregnancy thing. I think we need to come clean." He seemed to
be waiting for Johnson to make the next move.
Johnson gave Schroeder a long look and then nodded. "All right.
Chief Schroeder and I have been investigating the teen pregnancy problem
for months. We suspected some kind of hypnosis was going on well before
that incident at the road pantry."
Mulder and Scully glanced at each other. This certainly wasn't
what they had expected.
"Why didn't you tell us this yesterday?" asked Mulder.
"I want to apologize to you folks for that," said Schroeder,
looking embarrassed. "It was poor judgment on our part. The fact is,
we're close to an arrest and we didn't want the FBI stealing our
thunder, as it were."
The agents looked dumbfounded. "You have a suspect?" asked
Scully.
Johnson nodded. "In fact, we're pretty sure we have our man. The
problem is proving it. We can place the guy at the reservoir on the
nights when some of the probably got pregnant. But no one
remembers actually being attacked. We seriously doubt that anyone would
press charges."
"I see your point," said Mulder. "Listen, we aren't trying to
steal anyone's thunder. In fact, we prefer to keep a low profile. Our
concern is catching this guy and finding out what makes him tick. Tell
you what - we nail this guy together, and then you get credit for the
arrest and we take over custody."
Schroeder looked over at Johnson, who nodded. Scully found
herself wondering which one of them was running the show.
"Sounds good," said Johnson. "But like I said, we don't have any
hard evidence."
"I have an idea," said Mulder. "I know quite a bit about hypnosis
and repressed memories, and after talking to Trudi Bowman I'm convinced
she will recognize the guy when she sees him. In fact, I wouldn't be
surprised if seeing him triggers her memory and causes her to remember
the entire incident. Do you know where the suspect lives?"
Schroeder nodded. "Yep."
"Then let's arrest him based on your circumstantial evidence.
That lets you hold him for 24 hours, and we can have Trudi try to ID
him."
"Wait a second," objected Scully. "Won't that be dangerous? We
already know what this is capable of."
"I think Agent Mulder is right," said Johnson. "We're better off
making an armed arrest on our terms and getting him into custody.
"And what if he tries to control our minds when we arrest him?"
asked Scully. "We just shoot him on the spot?"
"Exactly," said Mulder. "With a high-powered, rapid-acting
tranquilizer dart specifically designed for humans."
There was a moment of silence.
"You, uh, got one of those?" asked Schroeder. He appeared worried
that Mulder was expecting him to have one in his desk. "We operate on a
limited budget here."
"In the trunk of our car," said Mulder. "Right next to the silver
cross we use for vampires."
"In that case, lets go," said Johnson with a grim smile.
Scully still thought they were being too rash, but she couldn't
think of a valid excuse to hold back. Mulder had that wild look in his
eye that he always got when he thought they were getting close to
something big, and she doubted that she would be able to talk him out of
it anyway.
"Why don't I take Agents Mulder and Scully to the suspect's house
right now." said Johnson. "Our surveillance shows that this is a good
time of day to catch him at home."
"All right," said Schroeder. "Be careful," he added, looking at
Scully.
After getting the dart gun from the trunk, the agents got into a
police cruiser with Johnson. Mulder sat in the back and started setting
up the gun, which looked like an oversized pistol. They drove away from
the main highway through the outskirts of the town, ending up in a
wooded area with widely-spaced houses. Johnson turned into a narrow
gravel road marked with a single mailbox and pulled over to the side.
"Guy lives a few hundred yards down this way," he said. "No point
in letting him hear us drive up."
They walked quietly along the side of the narrow track until they
came in sight of a surprisingly modern A-frame house.
"I was expecting something more rustic at this point, " murmured
Scully.
"It's a nice place, " agreed Johnson. "Looks like he's home," he
added, pointing to a blue pickup truck. "So how do you want to do
this?"
Mulder thought it over for a few seconds. He was tempted to just
kick in the door and rush in, but that was asking for trouble. "Lets
knock and say we have a few questions about a traffic accident. Soon as
he opens the door we take him. I'll warn him right away that if he
tries any hypnosis stuff I'll tranq him."
"Sounds good," said Johnson. He looked at the dart gun. "Better
hide that contraption for now."
Mulder managed to hide the gun under his coat, and they walked
cautiously up to the door. Johnson reached out and knocked firmly. No
response. Scully peered into one of the large windows that flanked the
front door, shading her eyes against the reflection.
"I don't see any lights or activity."
They knocked several more times without any response, and then
Johnson pulled out a ring of keys. "Lets check it out," he said,
selecting a key. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a
tiled entry leading into a large, sparsely furnished living room with a
high, beamed ceiling.
"After you." Johnson stood to one side and let the agents go in
first. Mulder led the way, taking a few steps into the entry and then
listening for any activity. Nothing. Scully followed behind
cautiously, her gun in her hand.
"How did you get a key to the front door?" she asked.
Behind her, Johnson chuckled. "Well, it's my house."
This took a few seconds to register. "Your house?" she repeated.
"That's right. Now both of you, put your guns on the floor."
They didn't need to turn around to know that he was pointing a gun at
them, it was clear from his tone of voice.
"God damn it," swore Mulder. He felt like an idiot. It all
seemed so obvious now. He glanced over his shoulder at Johnson,
weighing the risks. Scully was already bending over, setting down her
gun, and he had a clear shot. But before he could move a blast of white
noise filled his head, like static from an untuned radio, and he
staggered and almost fell.
"Put it down, Mulder." The voice seemed to bypass his mind and go
straight to his body. He slowly leaned over and dropped the tranq gun
onto the floor, almost losing his balance again. The world had receded
away from him, and he was having difficulty concentrating. What the
hell was going on? They were in serious trouble, but suddenly all he
could think about was having sex with Dana.
***********************
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 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 character shaped like
a condom was hopping into a 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 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 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
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 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 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 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 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, it to the back of
her throat as if she wanted to it whole. It had been a long
time since she had 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Agent Scully with the scissors, but
obviously it was just to cut her clothes off; it was the only way to get
a 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 and snipped the fabric separating the
two cups. The bra fell open and Dana's smooth white 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 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 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 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 it into her mouth. There was something
comforting and satisfying about 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 while she came, and
now Dana was moaning and arching her back like a 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 in
her breath as she felt Dana's warm, moist 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 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 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, "Incubus"
©1997 by DG. All rights reserved.
Author's notes
1) As always, I'd enjoy hearing what you thought of this
story - my email is dionysian1@hotmail.com.
3) Thanks to Baird Allen, I have a nice web page with all my
stories on it. Please drop by and check it out some time:
http://baird.pair.com/dg.htm
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