From: thetrollking@my-dejanews.com
Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1998 22:15:08 GMT
Subject: Scully Likes It Rough

Scully Likes It Rough
warning: graphic rape

The psychiatrist nodded subtly at Mulder, who got up and
followed him out of the room.  In the anteroom, Mulder
whispered at first, then realized Scully was out of hearing,
in the inner office, and began to speak in a normal voice.

"So you got her hypnotized, Doc.  I gotta hand it to you.
We've tried before and she's been resistant."

Dr. Smingler said,"That's because she *wants* to tell me
something, I believe, Mr. Mulder.  Therefore I need to hear
her confession, if you can call it that, in private.  Do you
understand?"

Mulder nodded grimly.  "Okay, Doctor.  But you can't keep
anything from me if it involves aliens or secret experiments
or things being introduced from or taken from her body, okay?"

Dr. Smingler raised his eyebrows all the way to his hairline.
Good grief.  Who was the nutcase here?

The two men shook hands.  Mulder left, and the minute he
closed the door, Dr. Smingler said to his secretary, "Hold
all my calls until I notify you, Shamala."

"Yes, Doctor."

Inside the walnut panelled office, Scully lay helplessly
on the big leather sofa.  When Dr. Smingler closed his
office door it made a vacuum like an inner sanctum, and
it was soundproofed against screams.  He sat in the chair
beside the sofa and took Scully's hand gently.

"My dear,"  he said, in his low, F.M. radio announcer voice,
"I know something terrible happened to you
several years ago."

"Yes, doctor,"  she said, in a faraway monotone.

"And it was very painful, wasn't it?"

To his surprise, she said, "I was raped, doctor."

"You were..."  Just as he suspected!  He let go of her
hand to scribble a few notes down.  "So, Scully, you
weren't abducted at all?  It was all just a story
you made up?"

"Yes, doctor.  And Mulder found me...and he made
up a story...the one you saw...the report you
read..."

"Mine Gott! Then...all that alien abduction talk..."

Scully groaned and began to thrash on the couch.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" she moaned.

But as she told Smingler her story, he slowly
realized the truth.

It had been four or five years ago, after the interview
of several witnesses, one of which had been an actual
suspect.  His name was Tom Bragger.  He had been
understandably pissed off at being under suspicion,
and after Mulder had gone back to the car and he
had a few minutes with Scully alone, he had leaned
down in her face and snarled, "Don't think I'll let
you get away with this, bitch."

Scully had looked up at him in surprise.  He was a
big, good looking man, well built, and filled with
a kind of animal energy.  She had rarely met someone
so masculine in her line of work.  Bragger was a private
detective who'd had access to a crime scene where
evidence had been removed.  But he hadn't removed it,
and after they talked to him, that was obvious.

Still, he was pissed.  "We'll let you know how the
investigation comes out,"  she said uncertainly.

"You'll do more than that,"  he said. "I'm going
to punish you for trying to get me in trouble."

She had thought nothing more of it, never
even mentioned it to Mulder.  But that night,
at about three in the morning...

"What?"  Smingler leaned forward.  Scully's face was
convulsed with...shame.

"He raped me,"  she said.

Dr. Smingler stroked her hand soothingly.
"There, there,"  he said in his softest voice.
"Tell me what happened."

She had been awakened by a noise.  She lay in
the dark and when no other noise came, she got
up to go to the bathroom.  After going to the
bathroom she'd been coming back to bed when
suddenly the light in the hall came on, blinding
her.

She squinted and saw Bragger standing there by
the bedroom door, stark naked.  His body was tall,
powerful, his chest very hairy, the dark hair on
his head falling around his eyes.  He fixed his
animal stare on her like a predator about to leap.

Scully's eyes dropped compulsively to his genitals.
The hair on his belly pointed down like an arrow at
his huge jutting penis.  IT was fully erect, standing
away from his body at a big finger pointing at her,
long and thick and glistening, the head an angry
throbbing red above the heavy sac of his balls.

She turned to run but he did leap exactly like a
big cat, two pounces and he was on her, dragging
her into the bedroom.  He shoved her down on her
still warm bed, tearing at her pajamas.  The top
tore, buttoms popping and rolling to the floor,
and the bottoms slid off easily.  He reached down
between her legs and grasped her crotch in one big
hand, lifting her up and pulling her down flat on
her back.  Dropping down onto the mattress with
his knees between hers, Bragger seized her ankles,
one in each hand, and pulled them apart, spreading
her vulva open;  her lower lips parted and he stared
down greedily at her exposed slit.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,"  he
growled, his words harsh and cruel.  "But I
won't hurt you unless you make me."

He jerked her knees over his shoulders and leaned
down, and she gasped at the unwelcome intrusion
of his wet mouth suddenly covering her tender
pussy.  His tongue jabbed at her clitoris,
licking with quick little strokes that made
her body respond with lubrication despite her fear.
Bragger's tongue reamed her out, thrusting up into
her vagina, licking up and down her labia, tickling
her clit expertly until Scully jerked convulsively.
Apparently he could taste the change in her, sense
the readiness of her body, because he slid up on
her, dragging his slimy penis up her leg like a
slug trail.  She fought frantically then and he had
to bounce up and down to stay with her, but his
dick was hard and her pussy was soft and yielding,
and while they were wrestling on the bed he held
her hands on either side of her and his dick wedged
up her tight little entrance.  He thrust, not all
the way;  she was still too tight, and though it
was a violation, true to his word, he was careful
not to hurt her.

They lay panting for a few minutes, absolutely
still, with his thick weapon stuck about a third
of the way up her, her vaginal walls slowly
accommodating its size.  Scully tried not to
look at him, but he seemed to will her to meet
his eyes.  When she finally did, he gave her a
slow, almost tender smile.

"I knew when I saw you that this was
what you wanted,"  he said in a low voice.  "I
knew you liked it rough.  I'll bet you haven't
been screwed in years because no man's been
dominant enough to get past your tough bitch
act."

Scully tried to free herself, but the only
result was that Bragger pushed his hips forward
in a cock thrust that shoved his dick in another
inch.  Then he slid it out a little with delicious
friction.

"You've never been mastered, have you?"  he
asked.

"Just get it over with, you bastard,"  she
cried.

"Don't tell me what to do,"  he snapped, thrusting
forward again, making her gasp as she felt his
male power splitting her open.

Despite herself, Scully felt her body giving
in the absolute dominance of the man.  She hated
him, hated what he was doing to her, but his dick
dragged up over her clitoris and her body gave a
twitch of shameful pleasure.  She had never been
taken before, never been treated like a female
animal.  Some secret part of her began to melt.

Her thigh muscles loosened, and she was slick
enough for Bragger to thrust in with a long sliding
stroke that she felt fill her very core.

"Now you'll find out what it's like to be screwed
by a real man,"  he promised.

He screwed her vigorously, long hard strokes that
never missed full clitoral contact, jerking hips
that left her no choice but to submit to him.  And
when she did, when she felt her whole body quiver
in submission, Scully began to come.  She cried out,
half in protest, half in blinding pleasure, and
hid her face in his chest as she heard him chuckle
victoriously.

Bragger fucked her hard, making her come again and
again, then he squirted off a round and rolled off
her, still holding onto her hands.

"We're not done yet,"  he panted.

Scully's body felt bruised but deeply satisfied
in a way she had never before experienced.  But
his words filled her with fear.  He had raped her.
Now would he kill her to keep her from testifying
in some future court?

Her hand clenched Dr. Smigler's tightly.

"It's perfectly all right, Scully,"  the good
doctor whispered.  "You have nothing to be
ashamed of."

"But I liked it,"  she sobbed.  "I liked
what he did to me."

"What did he do next?"

Scully had been very still, frightened,
determined to do whatever it took to survive
the situation.

Bragger had turned his head on the pillow and
smiled at her lazily, but with a spark of pure
steel in his eyes.  "Suck my dick,"  he said.

Scully hesitated, starting to protest.  He grabbed
the back of her head and shoved her down to his
crotch roughly.  "Damnit, woman, when are you going
to figure out that you HAVE to obey me?"

Scully took his limp penis into her mouth submissively
and began to suck on it.  It surged to life almost
instantly, filling her mouth as she sucked him into
full erection again.  When he was fully hardened, he
pulled away and got up on his knees.

"Assume the position, bitch,"  he said, grasping her
hips and pulling her around until her ass was in the
air and her head on the pillow.  "You only think I
screwed you before,"  he said.

Bragger moved behind her and plunged his thick rod
up her, making her grunt as it stretched her open
yet again.  He reached around with his hand and felt
through the wet pubic hair for her clitoris, found
it with his finger, and began to massage it in time
to his hard cock thrusts.  Scully tried to crawl
away, but he fucked into her powerfully and she
knelt obediently again.  Bragger seemed possessed
with the energy of a maniac, or a poodle;  he humped
her without mercy, constantly rubbing her clit, until
he felt her begin to come.  Then he slowed, dragging
out the suspense, until finally, in his own good time,
he shot a load of sperm up her strong enough to find
her one remaining egg and kick its ass.

In his office, Dr. Smingler let go of Scully's hand.
"Oh,my God,"  he whispered, staring down at her lovely,
sex-flushed face. "So it was all rationalization, because
you were so ashamed of your enjoyment of the rape, you
couldn't face your true self.  So you made up this story.
It's all so obvious.  The mothership, the big thing
pushed down your throat that was capable of impregnating
you in some awful way.  The  compulsive draw to that
bridge, representing your loss of self control and
need to be dominated by someone bigger and stronger
after it gave you such pleasure.  Your weak partner,
who could never possibly pleasure you like that, which
you began to carp at, and torment, in anger that he
couldn't guess your secret and couldn't satisfy you.
Oh, Scully, it's all so clear now."

Scully's eyes fluttered.  "Doctor..."

Smingler drew back and sat upright.  "Everything
is going to be fine,"  he told her.  "Just
fine."

"I feel...strange,"  she murmured.

"You will be refreshed and relaxed, Scully.
You will feel perfectly rested."

She blinked at him, coming fully awake.
"Did I say anything about my abduction?"  she
asked eagerly.  "Did you find anything out?"

"Sorry,"  he told her.  "I didn't.  But I
think a few more sessions might be beneficial
to both of us."

She nodded, swinging her legs over the edge
of the sofa to sit up.  "I feel...good,"  she
said, sounding surprised.

They walked to the door together.  Out in the
anteroom Mulder charged forward. "Scully.  Did
you learn anything about what happened to you?"

She shook her head.  Mulder looked disappointed,
but not surprised.  He took her hand.

"It's all right," he said. "We'll keep
searching, Scully.  The truth is out there,
and we'll find it together."

Dr. Smingler nodded a farewell to them, thinking,
"Yeah, right.  Good luck."