From: Date: Tuesday, May 30, 2000 1:35 PM Subject: NEW: Wish This Night Away 1/2 Title: Wish This Night Away 1 of 2 Rating: strong NC-17. Character RAPE. You have been warned. Spoilers: Milagro, Je Souhaite Summary: After the evening in Je Souhaite, Scully falls into mortal danger. Why does she still live in an apartment that *anyone* can break into? Post-ep, no plot. Category: VA, UST, Scullytorture, Mulderangst Disclaimer: Not mine. I would have signed DD or abandoned any hope of S8 long ago. Archive: Anywhere - keep email attached Feedback: sure, fine, whatever. * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * *** * * * * ** ***** Scully sucked the last drop of beer from her third bottle of the evening. Pleasantly tipsy, she was nonetheless ready to head home for the night - er, morning. Mulder made it known in no uncertain terms that he was not letting her drive home. How- ever, since he'd had a few himself, they decided a call for a cab was in order. This was, of course, after Mulder gallantly offered her his bed, which she politely declined. A half hour later, they waited in the warm spring shelter of his apartment building's entryway. It had been a quiet evening, pleasant time spent for them both. A yellow cab slid in at the curb, driver looking sideways at building numbers. After a brief good-bye, and a promise to call him and let him know she got home ok, Scully was off. Mulder smiled to himself, remembering the evening they'd spent, and headed back upstairs. Scully arrived home a short time later, and paid and tipped the cabbie. Still pleasantly tipsy, she struggled to find her keys, and let herself into her apartment. Despite all that had happened to her here, she couldn't bring herself to move. Scully tossed her keys on the table, and grabbed a Snapple from the refrigerator. Re- membering her promise to Mulder, she pulled out her cell phone and hit his speed dial #. "Hey, Scully," a drowsy, smiling voice answered - obviously he was expecting no other calls. "I'm home Mulder," Scully replied. "Good." "See you tomorrow?" "Yeah. Have a good sleep, Scully." "Thanks - and Mulder?" "Yeah." "Thanks for tonight. It was..... nice. I had fun." She could hear the smile again in Mulder's voice. "So - we still on sometime for 'Steel Magnolias'?" "Yep. Count on it." They both disconnected at about the same time. Funny how many of their calls ended without any verbal good-bye.... Scully stretched languidly, and headed for her bedroom, Snapple in-hand. Setting the bottle on her dresser, she started undressing for bed, backlit only by her small nightstand lamp, which she always left on when she went out for the evening. The door behind her slammed shut. She turned toward it, reaching behind for the gun that wasn't there She caught a brief glimpse of a man almost directly in front of her, then a sharp blow to the back of her skull rendered her unconscious. When she awoke, her first thought was that her back felt stiff. She tried to stretch, and was rewarded for her effort by a sharp pain between her shoulder blades. Deciding that *not* moving might be a better choice, she allowed her eyes to slip shut, and tried to remember what had happened, little knowing she would soon give anything to forget it... .A man in her bedroom... *Two* men, she mentally corrected herself. One by the door and the one who'd hit her. At least two men... Experimentally, she tried to move again, and could not. Stretching her fingers, she found her hands tied behind her and to the back of one of her dining chairs. Moving her legs a bit, she found them bound as well, tied to the lower support braces on each side of the chair, her feet not even touching the floor. She slid her eyes open slowly.... "Ah, you're awake! It's about time!" a low voice greeted her ears. She raised her head slightly - that's all she *could* raise it - and met the grey eyes of one of her assailants. "We have plans for you." Dark hair fell forward into his face as he leaned toward her. She was absurdly reminded of how Mulder's bangs used to fall in his face all the time - before he'd gotten the weed-whacker cut he presently sported. "Look," Scully replied, trying to keep her voice level, "I'm a federal agent. What do you want?" "We *have* what we want," another voice answered. Scully turned her head a bit and saw another man - tall, blonde, a man she might have *looked* at, if not for the present circumstances. "And we don't care if you're Hillary Rodham Clinton." The man smiled at his own clever remark. Scully took a deep breath and tried to remain calm and rational. The beer in her system wasn't helping much. Maybe she *should* think about moving... She was brought abruptly back to reality when the dark-haired man reached in to touch her face. She jerked back, repulsed, and he smiled darkly. "It doesn't matter if you want it or not," he said smoothly. "You're gonna *get* it." He placed his hand on her face again, moving it to stay connected with her even as she tried to move her head away. Letting his hand slip downward, he cupped her chin, then roughly grabbed a breast through her lightweight sweater. Scully stifled a gasp, squirming to get away. Letting up the pressure only for a moment, he grabbed her white shirt with the other hand and ripped it off. He fingered her lacy bra for a moment, then that came off as well. Deciding that all her combat training wasn't going to help much here, Scully tried the vocal approach - surely her neighbors would hear. The men were a half-step ahead of her, because as soon as she got the barest of noises out, the blonde stuffed her bra into her mouth and held it there with his hand. The darker man resumed his exploration, accom- panied by muffled screams from behind the gag. He held both her breasts in his hands squeez- ing them painfully, then grabbed a nipple and pulled it toward him. Scully's head slipped back a bit as her unheard cries tried to escape the gag. Abruptly, the scene changed. The blonde behind her tied the gag in place to free up his hands, then took over from behind, attacking her breasts as the dark man in front of her moved downward. Grey eyes looked up at her greedily as he un- buckled her belt and unzipped and pulled her black pants swiftly down her legs, letting them pool around her tied ankles. She could squirm only slightly by virtue of the way she was bound, as he ran a finger inside the waistband of her panties. He fingered her a bit through the flimsy material, before he ripped them off and thew them to the side. Fear-filled eyes watched over the top of her gag as the man then began to strip himself. He did it slowly - in another context almost sensuously - and then stood before her contemplatively. The fair-haired man behind her had both his arms wrapped around her, holding her more still, while his hands alternately squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. He licked behind her ears and nibbled on the lobes, nipped her neck, almost affectionately. The darker man was handling himself in front of her, running his hand up and down his penis lewdly, knowing she was watching him. He stepped closer, and placed a hand on each side of Scully's face. She tried to throw her head back and forth, but he held it tightly. She could feel his stiff penis hitting her stomach as he leaned over her. He stepped back and rubbed himself a bit more, and the blonde relaxed and sat back on his heels. "No reason I should do this myself, is there?" the dark one asked, eliciting a smile from the other. "Not when someone else can do it for you," he replied. The gag was quickly ripped from Scully's mouth, only to be replaced by the dark man's dick - she gagged and tried to scream around it, tred to pull her head away. The blonde grabbed a shock of Scully's red hair and pulled it back, holding her head tightly against the back of the chair, as the dark man rocked forward to accomodate the new posi- tion. Standing well above her, all his weight shoved his cock in her mouth further and further, until she thought she'd surely choke. He pulled out just a bit and she caught her breath, then he started up a more earnest thrusting action. Her head hit the back of the chair a bit harder each time he shoved his cock all the way inside, despite the fact that the blonde held tightly to her hair. A steady moaning and intermittent gasping were the only sounds in the room, except for the quiet squeaking of the antique chair as it rocked slightly with each thrust. Finally the dark man's excitement could be heightened no more. With a final groan, he came into Scully's mouth, for so long it seemed to her he would never stop. There was no way she could swallow it all, so when he finally pulled completely out, her chin and chest were covered with cum escaping her mouth. The blonde released her head, and it, too, fell against her chest, as she gagged softly. She felt ill, thought she would surely be sick, but all she spit out was the foul-tasting liquid and her own bile-tainted saliva. Since her head was lowered, she didn't see the now-naked blonde step around the front of the chair. He knelt in front of her as his relaxed accomplice collapsed onto her bed with a pleasured sigh. The blonde began playing his fingers around Scully's clitoris, hitting it now and then. Her head snapped up abruptly. The dark man used this opportunity to rise from his resting place and reinsert her bra into her mouth, tying it securely once again. Sitting back on his haunches, the blonde smiled at Scully's expressions as he played skillfully around her vagina. He licked a finger and slipped it quickly inside, eliciting a muffled moan. Pulling back out, he inserted two fingers, then three, and watched as her face changed from unwanted pleasure to exquisite pain, and the muffled groans grew louder. Four fingers brought such pain to her face that her eyes were squinted shut, and they eased for only a moment when he slipped them out, since he replaced them with his own engorged penis. He slipped in a little at a time, his eyes always on her face, watching. He pulled almost all the way out, then rammed all the way back in with a single thrust. Scully's head was thrown back against the chair, a scream effectively blocked by the gag. The blonde fondled her hair and her breasts as he set up a steady pace inside her, leaning over her. So intent was he on watching her and feeling her tight vagina around his thick cock, that a particularly strong thrust upset the balance the chair had barely been maintaining. Chair and Scully toppled backward - Scully cried into the gag as a lance of pain ripped through her shoulders and back when she hit the floor with hands still tied behind her. The puzzled blonde had fallen with them, and was still imbedded within Scully. He pulled out for a moment and considered this latest twist. Scully lay before him, still fully conscious, red hair splayed beneath her head. Her vagina was straight up, right on top, and he was sure it was begging for his return. He did not disappoint it. Leaning over and affecting a new balance, he slid his penis once more into her warmth, and sighed happily. It was a little harder to pull back in this position, but his ability to enter her fully *more* than made up for that. He pistoned in and out to her semi-audible screams. Grabbing a breast in each hand, he ratcheted up the intensity of his bludgeoning until he couldn't hold back any more. With a self-modulated groan of orgasm, he spilled himself within Scully and fell atop her with a grunt. continued in 2/2 Wish This Night Away 2/2 Disclaimers in part 1 Rating STRONG NC-17. Character RAPE ............................................. The lanky blonde lay atop Scully, his breathing still heavy, feeling sated and happy. He had never had an experience like this, although he had been involved in quite a few rape con- quests with his partner. Looking up to meet the other man's smile, he decided it was time for a little refreshment, to rehydrate. He pulled himself from within Scully, and noticed with some satisfaction that a lot of cum had overflowed her vagina and run over her stomach and hips. He smiled - it made him feel more like a big man when they couldn't hold all he had to offer. He looked a little more closely at Scully, and his expression changed to one of concern. She was out cold-- must have hit her head when the chair toppled. He had never *killed* anyone, not in his whole life, so he was relieved to see that her chest was rising and falling with regularity. He and his dark accomplice made their way to Scully'skitchen, and helped themself to the contents of her refrigerator. They sat in her living room, flipped on the tv and ate and drank until they heard a scrape from the bedroom. Sure enough, she was awake again, albeit groggy. Her eyes met theirs and she tipped her head sideways, warily. What the hell else could they do? Would they kill her? They hadn't gone to any trouble to hide their faces. That was not a good sign - she figured that could mean they meant to kill her when they were done. In actuality, they just didn't care. Some of their victims died, some did not. They knew most women never reported rape, because of the stigma that the crime seemed to attach to the victims. And even if this one did, they had friends in high places - they'd never see the inside of prison and they knew it. And if she died, those same friends would see to it that it was never connected to them. The men sat on the bed for a moment, bemusedly noting Scully craning her neck to keep them in her field of vision. She was a fighter, this one - it had almost been a shame to tie her up and gag her, but they were in *her* apartment building, after all. Couldn't disturb the neighbors... The blonde man moved toward Scully - she cringed unconsciously, trying to avoid his touch. She was in no position to thwart him off - flat on her back with her arms tied underneath her, legs in the air and spread wide open. She was surprised when he knelt and began untying her legs, and that surprise was tinged with worry. He untied one at a time, rubbing them to encourage the blood flow to her extremities. Then he rolled her sideways - a little grunt of pain from within the gag - and untied her arms as well. She was foolishly hoping against hope that it was all over - not in the extreme sense, but that perhaps they were finished hurting her. A hope not realized as he helped her to her feet and began retying her hands in front of her. As he did so, she struck out with what little energy she had, nearly causing him to lose his balance. A muttered curse and then he back- handed her across the face, and she met the floor of her apartment once more, up-close and personal. Picking her up again, he smiled smugly. A trail of blood flowed freely from her lower lip. He retied her hands in front of her without further incident, then ran out a length of the rope and led her across the room with it. His partner waited for them in the doorway, and he threw a length of rope over the top of the door closest to the hinges. This was tied to the rope Scully had been led with, and as she sensed that she was once again being tied to something, she resumed her struggles. But her waning strength was no match for the men, and her fight for freedom only earned her a bloodied nose above her still-bleeding lip. Securing the ropes over the top of the door, they pulled them taut until Scully's arms were stretched to the maximum. On tiptoe, she once again cursed her short stature, as they pulled just a bit more and suspended her in the doorway. The blonde smiled at Scully and stood in front of her as she faced out into the hallway. She tried to crane her neck to see his partner, but even though she could swing left and right a bit, she didn't know where he was. Until the thwop of a belt landed squarely on her back, sending her spinning, coming to rest on the doorjamb, her muted cries heard only by the two men. A short pause, a quick breath, and another strapping blow burned across her buttocks, once again spinning her around and then slamming her into the side of the doorway. An even shorter pause this time, before the crack sounded on the back of her legs, and she screamed unheard into the gag. Scully felt despair, not for the first time since this torture started. The blows became regular then, like clockwork, the rhythm interrupted only when she spun and hit the door or the doorway. By the time she would regain some internal balance, another blow would send her careen- ing. She couldn't even feel the blood that welled from the deeper cuts. Her mind was inundated, muted by the constant pain. Just when she thought she would pass out, a break in the whipping allowed her to catch her breath. Her eyes still closed, she hung in the doorway, limp as a ragdoll, swaying slowly. She was unaware of the handing of the belt from one man to the other, only realizing what had happened when a swift blow scorched her breasts. Reeling, she had not yet recovered when a second blow tore into the frail skin near the v of hair where her legs met. Her head flew back in an agonizing, unheard scream, as one of the men - she couldn't tell one from the other anymore - pulled one of her legs aside. The next blow landed squarely on the entrance to her vagina, and she threw a mute cry skyward and passed out. A pitcher of cold water thrown into her face brought her quickly back to reality. She shook her head slowly, disappointed to be back. She was vaguely aware of the blonde laying the belt aside, and she heaved a huge sigh. At least that was over. Maybe now they'd leave her alone - or kill her. At this point, she didn't even really care *which*, so long as it was over. Her dampened senses took a moment to feel the blonde's head between her legs. He was licking where he had previously whipped, and Scully groaned soundlessly. His tongue traveled over the lips of her vaginal opening, teasing, now and again alighting on her clitoris, however briefly. He watched her again, delighting in the emotions that played across her ravaged face. He slipped his tongue inside her and she bucked, swaying a bit more. Taking her hips in his hands, he fucked her with his tongue - the pain in the area making it somehow a deeper pleasure. As she swung slightly within his hold, the dark man closed his hands around her ass-cheeks and parted them. Still held at the hips, she could not escape as he licked a finger and poked at the tight opening. Her face contorted violently as he shoved the finger in. The blonde man continued tongue-fucking her while his partner sank two fingers into Scully's anus, then three. Her head lolled forward after the vicious intrusion, only to snap back when he added a fourth finger. Pain the likes of which she had never eperi- enced rolled over Scully in boiling waves, cresting, falling, only to crest again. A voice that could be heard only by one, and could not be gagged, screamed a single word. <<>> <> The men lowered Scully, and moved her to the dining table. Her blonde captor laid down eagerly on his back, and accepted her still form, face-down, from his partner. Slapping her lightly on the cheeks to revive her, he was pleased that her eyes opened fully and looked directly into his. Sliding her slightly higher, he and his partner slid her down until her vagina slipped around his very erect penis. Barely a groan as Scully was shifted to accomodate him, then the hands of his partner left her. The blonde grabbed her with one hand on either side, as her tied hands rested above his head, and used the leverage to work her limp body up and down around his penis. Thus distracted, she never wondered what the dark man was up to - until he impaled her anus with his own penis, from atop and behind her. Scully screamed and bit into the gag that filled her mouth, as the two men set up a steady rhythm. She was barely aware of being filled from in front and behind, above and below, weakly rocking with the jointed thrusts by her two assailants. Finally, both came, spewing semun into her vagina and her anus at nearly the same time. She was sandwiched between the two for a short time, covered with blood and semen, barely able to breathe until the dark one arose and rolled her off the table to land on the floor. She landed with a whump, and slipped into blessed oblivion... <.. and under her lower lip. He grabbed a box of kleenex from the end table and licked one, lovingly wiping off her face. As much as it hurt, he knew he had to leave everything else intact for the investigative team. They'd need trace evidence... He let his eyes roam over her ravaged body. Welts stood out across her breasts, stomach, legs and... "Oh, God.... My - Scully...." There was no mistaking what had happened here, and Mulder swore silent revenge against whoever had done this to his Scully.... He went to her bedroom, grabbed a blanket from the closet - he knew where they were, having sacked out on Sully's couch more than a few times... and covered her still form with it. That done, he sat on the floor, laid her head in his lap, and gently spoke to her, trying to awaken her, running a hand softly through her hair.>> .......fini.........