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Subject: NEW X-Files Story:  "Incubus" by DG  (3/3)
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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual content 
and should be read only by adults.  If you are not at least 
18 years old, or if you are offended by this type of material, 
please do not read any further.
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			      "Incubus"
			An Erotic X-Files Story
			        by DG

			        Part 3


    Trudi sat in the school cafeteria by herself, picking aimlessly at 
a bagel.  It was mid-morning, and the big room was almost empty.  She 
had a free hour before her next class, and all she felt like doing was 
stretching out on the bench seat and taking a nap.  After Amy had left 
last night she had been unable to fall asleep for hours, and when she 
finally did her dreams had been filled with jumbled but vivid images of 
that fateful night in the Road Pantry.  She had woken up this morning in 
a cold sweat with the bed covers twisted around her body.  
     The memories were coming back, just like that cute FBI agent had 
said they would.  Foxy Mulder, she thought to herself, stifling a 
giggle.  
     One image in particular kept forming in her mind.  She was on her 
knees, naked, with the taste of Vince's cock still in her mouth, and she 
was looking up at the man standing on the other side of the counter.
     Each time the image formed the man's face seemed a little bit 
clearer, and she now knew for sure that she had seen him before.  But 
where?  She was getting frustrated, trying to place him.  It was like 
trying to remember a name that has slipped your mind - when she 
concentrated on it directly she got nowhere, but when she thought about 
something else the man's face would drift tantalizingly back into her 
mind.  
     She looked around the cafeteria absentmindedly, wishing that Gene 
or Amy were here to cheer her up, but they were both in class.  On the 
wall to her right she noticed one of the new posters reminding the 
students to use contraception.  A smiling cartoon character shaped like 
a condom was hopping into a girls purse.  "Going on a date?" the condom 
was saying.  "Don't forget to take me along."  
     A variety of these posters, all with similarly thoughtful 
messages, now graced the halls and common areas of Hallville High.  A 
few months ago the presence of such light-hearted plugs for birth 
control in school would have been unthinkable, but recent events had 
caused the parents and teachers to take drastic measures.  The posters 
had been one of the ideas raised at the town meeting a few weeks ago.  
Trudi recalled with amusement how the parents had booed the police 
officer when he had suggested giving the kids condoms, but then they had 
ended up voting for the posters by the end of the night.      
     She frowned as she felt a little tickle of recognition in the back 
of her mind.  Something about the town meeting was connected to the man 
in the convenience store, but what?
     Suddenly it clicked into place, and adrenaline flooded into her 
body making her suck in her breath with an audible gasp.  
     The police officer who spoke at the town meeting was the man in 
the convenience store!  She couldn't remember his name, but she was sure 
it was the same man.
     She sat, stunned, trying to think.  What should she do?  Finally, 
she remembered the card Agent Scully had given her.  She rummaged 
through her purse and found it, then went to the pay phone on the wall 
of the cafeteria.  She dialed the first number, and it rang several 
times with no answer.  Same with the second number.  She kept trying for 
15 minutes, plugging the same quarter in over and over and alternating 
the numbers, but no one answered.
     Now Trudi was getting scared.  The agents had been planning to go 
back to the police station this morning to accuse them of covering up 
the pregnancy problem - it wasn't difficult to figure out what must have 
happened.  They were probably in big trouble.
     She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate.  What you normally 
did in this type of situation was call the police.  But the police were 
the bad guys now.  She thought about telling Gene, or even Amy, but was 
it fair to put them in danger?
Anyone else she talked to, like a teacher, would either not believe her 
or insist on calling the police.  She was on her own.
     What would they have done with the agents?  Or maybe it was just 
one officer acting on his own.  It seemed more likely that it was just 
the one officer, she decided.  When the FBI agents showed up again and 
started making accusations, he must have decided they were on to him and 
taken action.  Would he have killed them?  Possibly, but that would just 
bring more attention to what was happening in Hallville.  
     She thought about what the mans options were, and the answer 
suddenly seemed obvious.  He must be planning to hypnotize them to make 
them forget everything they had found out.  Trudi bit her lip nervously.  
If the FBI agents told the man that she was starting to remember what 
happened at the Road Pantry, she was in danger too.
     The outline of a plan formed in her mind.  She picked up the phone 
again and called the number of the Hallville police department, which 
was posted above the phone.
     "Police, can I help you?"  
     "Hi, I'm trying to remember the name of someone who works there - 
I need to talk to him.  He's thin, with a narrow face and short black 
hair."
     "Do you know if he is a full time officer or a volunteer?"  The 
woman sounded helpful.
     "Full time officer, I think."
     "Well, then that sounds like Alan Johnson, the Deputy Chief."
     That was him - she remembered the name from the meeting.  "That's 
the name, thank you."  She was about to hang up, but on the spur of the 
moment she asked, "Is he there?"
     "Let me see...  no.  He's on duty, but he's not at the station.  
Do you want to leave a message?"
     "No, thank you."  She hung up the phone.  So far, so good. She 
felt better already, now that she was taking action.
     She went down the hall to Gene's locker and opened it up.  Feeling 
around in his coat pockets, she found his car keys.  The smell of the 
leather reminded her of snuggling up to Gene, and she was sorely tempted 
to get him out of class somehow and have him help her.  But she was 
somehow convinced that having been controlled once by the man, she would 
now be able to resist.  And that meant she had to do this on her own.  
She closed the locker and hurried out into the parking lot, keeping a 
wary eye out for hall monitors.
     The Camaro was parked in the usual spot, and she quickly got in 
and started the engine.  A series of sharp backfires reverberated around 
the lot, making her cringe.  In her nervous state, she expected people 
to start running out of the school to see what was going on, but nothing 
happened.  Taking a deep breath, she eased out of the lot and headed for 
home.
     
			**********************

     Johnson collected the guns from the floor and ordered Mulder and 
Scully into the living room.  He followed behind, watching them 
carefully.
     "Have a seat," he said, indicating a large couch.  Mulder sat down 
awkwardly, moving like someone who was sleepwalking.  Johnson had 
blasted him with a dose of mind control as a precaution against any 
heroics, and it would be a few minutes before he started to recover.  
Scully appeared much more alert and aware of her surroundings as she 
took a seat next to Mulder.  Johnson could feel the attraction she had 
for her partner lurking under the surface, but she was controlling her 
sexual urges for the moment.  He eased into a leather armchair facing 
the couch.
     "What...  are you?" asked Scully.
     "Hmmmm. That's a tough one to answer," said Johnson in a friendly 
tone of voice.  Now that he had the situation in hand, he was feeling 
indulgent.  "I'm human, of course.  But with a few, shall we say, 
special abilities.  I'm not going to bore you with the whole story, but 
we call ourselves Incubi."
     "Like the mythical evil spirit that attacks women while they 
sleep?"   Scully was desperately trying to collect her thoughts.  
Johnson's rural accent and good old boy mannerisms had disappeared, and 
he now spoke with an odd inflection she didn't recognize.  Whatever or 
whoever he was, it was obvious that they were out of their depth.  She 
snuck a glance at Mulder.  He looked about as lifelike as a department 
store mannequin, and her heart sank.
     "Yes.  Not a perfect analogy, but close.  We don't have 
intercourse with our subjects, we just encourage their lust and then 
feed off the sexual energy they generate."  He gave her a thin smile.  " 
And, of course, we aren't mythical."
     Scully could feel her mind starting to clear somewhat, but she 
couldn't bring herself to take any decisive action.  A not-unpleasant 
feeling of relaxation had spread throughout her body, and getting up off 
the couch to try and run away seemed like a ridiculously overwhelming 
prospect.  The only thing she could think of to do was to keep Johnson 
talking.
     "Are you really a police officer?"
     "Oh yes.  I've worked in law enforcement for years at various 
places around the country.  It makes a good cover.  I was passing 
through Hallville about six months ago, and it turned out to be a great 
situation for me.  Now I'll have to be moving on, thanks to you."
     "Why was Hallville such a good place for you?"
     Johnson chuckled.  "Well, you wouldn't know it from looking at 
him, but Chief Schroeder is a homosexual.  He hides it pretty well, but 
I picked up on it right away when I stopped by the station to see if 
they might be hiring.  Schroeder was kind enough to give me a convincing 
demonstration of his sexual orientation with one of his volunteer 
officers while I took some Polaroids."
     "So you blackmailed Schroeder into making you his second-in-
command?"  Scully now understood the strange dynamic that existed 
between the two.
     "Yes.  Quite a step up from my last job, actually.  I was free to 
ride around Hallville on my own, and Schroeder would even cover for me 
when I wasn't where I was supposed to be.  He knows he would be run out 
of town on a rail if those pictures got out."
     Johnson felt the familiar tingling in his blood, and he licked his 
lips.  He needed to feed, and feed deeply.  In a few hours he was going 
to be back on the road, living by his wits, and he wanted to sate 
himself while he had the chance.  Mulder was blinking and looking 
around, and Johnson decided to get started.  He leaned forward in his 
chair.
     "Ms. Scully, how do you feel about Agent Mulder?"
     Dana felt the curious lightheaded feeling come over her again.  
Her body seemed to tingle, like the nerve endings in her skin had 
suddenly become twice as sensitive, and her nipples hardened and pressed 
uncomfortably against her bra.  
     "I...  have many strong feelings for Fox," she mumbled lamely.  
She seemed to have become unable to form any independent thoughts.
     "Yes, I sensed the attraction between you the first time we met.  
Would you agree that those 'many strong feelings' include physical 
attraction?"  He was toying with her, taking his time.
     "Yes, I suppose so."  Dana licked her lips and shifted restlessly 
on the couch.  She could feel the moistness forming between her legs, 
and a sudden, intense wave of desire left her momentarily breathless.
     "Well, you should be happy to know that he feels the same way 
about you."  Indeed, Fox was staring hungrily at Dana, and a noticeable 
bulge had formed in his pants.  
     "I think you really want to suck his cock."
     Dana shuddered. It was as if her innermost desires had been 
enunciated for the world to hear, and now that the secret was out there 
was no reason to hold back.  She fumbled with Mulder's zipper and 
managed to work his pants down off his hips.  He groaned as Dana 
unhesitatingly engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking it to the back of 
her throat as if she wanted to swallow it whole.  It had been a long 
time since she had sucked cock, and she had forgotten how much she 
enjoyed it.  She expertly used her mouth and tongue on him, alternately 
taking his cock fully into her mouth and then pulling back and swirling 
her tongue around the head, and soon she had brought Mulder up to the 
edge of orgasm.  She wanted to feel him explode into her mouth, and to 
swallow every drop of his hot semen.  
     "That's enough." The words had an effect like a whip cracked 
across her back, although the voice was still calm and even.  She 
flinched and let the cock slide out of her mouth.  Mulder looked at her 
with a tortured look on his face, his eyes glazed with lust.
     "No...don't stop.  Please, Dana.....don't stop."  His voice was 
pleading and hoarse.
     "Now, now, Agent Mulder," chided Johnson.  "Where are your 
manners?  She hasn't even come yet and all you can think about is your 
own pleasure.  Now stand up and take off your clothes."
     Mulder leaned forward and took off his shoes and socks, and then 
staggered to his feet, his slacks and boxer shorts slipping to the 
floor.  He stepped out of them, and then fumbled with the buttons of his 
dress shirt, finally getting it off.  He stood fully naked over Dana, 
and she felt another wave of desire build inside her as she stared 
hungrily at his lean, sinewy body and his rigid cock, which was still 
moist from her mouth.  It twitched upwards, as if it had a strange life 
of its own, and she could see a vein pulsing impatiently in the shaft.   
She longed to absorb it into the warm, protective core of her body, to 
constrict herself around it until every ridge and contour was molded to 
her and it became a part of her.
     "Very good, Mulder."  Johnson's voice was even and conversational; 
he might have been discussing the weather.  "I know you want to fuck 
her, but I need you to do something for me first.  I need you eat her 
pussy and make her come.  Would you mind?"  It wasn't really a question.
     Mulder dropped to his knees in front of Dana.  She was already 
unzipping her slacks, and she lifted her hips up to help him as he slid 
them down her legs and off.  She slouched lower on the couch, and he 
repeated the process with her panties, revealing her reddish brown 
thatch and her dark pink pussy lips, which were glistening with little 
beads of moisture.  They could both smell her warm, musky scent.   He 
pushed her knees apart and buried his head between her smooth, white 
thighs, his tongue greedily seeking her sex.  
     Dana inhaled sharply as Fox's tongue pushed into her pussy, 
separating the inner lips and then sliding upwards until the tip brushed 
against the nub of her clit.  A jolt of pleasure so intense that it was 
nearly pain radiated outward into her body, and she was dimly aware of a 
high-pitched mewling sound coming from her throat as she thrust her hips 
forward against his mouth.  The tongue found her clit again, and this 
time Mulder kept it there.  A wave of sensation washed through Dana's 
body, rapidly bringing her to a climax more intense than any she had 
ever felt.  Instead of satisfying her, it only made her want more, and 
she ground her pussy against Mulder's mouth with single-minded ferocity.  
     Again and again she was pushed over the edge, her head snapping 
backwards and the cords in her neck standing out as she moaned 
uncontrollably in response to the irresistible climaxes erupting in her 
body.  With each orgasm, Johnson closed his eyes and absorbed the potent 
waves of sexual energy into his body with a grateful smile.  Slowly the 
climaxes became less intense and more widely spaced, and finally Dana 
collapsed back onto the couch in a limp, exhausted heap. 
     "Congratulations Mulder, that was excellent work."  Johnson was 
leaning back in the armchair and gazing complacently at them through 
half-closed lids, like a lion after gorging itself on a kill.  He 
motioned languidly at Dana with one hand.  "Now go ahead and fuck her 
brains out."
     Dana was dimly aware of being pulled forward by her legs until her 
hips were even with the edge of the couch.  An arm hooked under each 
knee and lifted her legs upward, and then she felt Mulder's warm, smooth 
cock slide easily inside her, like a key fitting into well-oiled lock.  
She barely had the energy to keep her eyes open, much less devote any 
more energy to sex, but she enjoyed the pleasant warmth that spread 
through her as Fox drove himself into her with increasing force, his 
lean hips slapping against her thighs and his handsome face contorted 
with silent effort.  Finally, he made an animal grunting noise and she 
felt hot jets of semen spurting deep inside her.  When he was finished 
he sprawled forward and lay his head on her chest, panting loudly, and 
she drifted off to sleep. 
     When she woke up she was lying lengthwise on the couch.  She was 
still naked from the waist down, and her pussy felt tender and swollen.  
It didn't seem like she had been asleep for very long, although she felt 
refreshed.  She glanced around the room without moving, trying to assess 
the situation.  Mulder was sitting in a chair on the other side of the 
large living room, drinking a can of soda and eating a candy bar.  He 
was still completely naked, and she couldn't assess his mental state.  
She didn't see Johnson anywhere.  With a surge of adrenaline,  she 
suddenly realized that she wasn't under the influence of Johnson's 
hypnosis.  Could he have left?
     She carefully swung her legs to the floor and sat up.  The blinds 
covering the large windows, which had been open when they arrived, were 
now tightly closed, and the room was dim and quiet.  Outside she could 
hear the faint sound of birds chirping.  There was still no sign of 
Johnson.  She stood up and started walking quietly towards Mulder.  
     "Ah, I see you've woken up."  Johnson was standing in a doorway 
that led into a bedroom, holding a battered leather suitcase.  "That's 
good - I haven't quite finished with you yet."
     Dana's blood ran cold.  She thought about trying to run, but the 
unnatural lethargy was creeping through her body again and her 
initiative was fading.  Johnson was walking towards her, and in a few 
seconds she would be under his spell again.  Summoning all her 
willpower, she tore her eyes away from him and took a deep breath, 
trying to clear her mind.  Some of the energy seeped back into her 
limbs, and she started backing away. 
     "Help!"  The scream caught in her throat and turned into more of a 
loud gasp, but it seemed to bring her fully to her senses.  She took a 
deep breath.
     "HELLLLLLP...  ANYONE.... HELLLLP...."  This time it was a high-
volume shriek, and Johnson turned pale with anger.  
     "You bitch."  He was on top of her before she could turn and run, 
and he threw her face-down on the floor and twisted her arm painfully 
behind her back.  With her face pressed into the carpet she could 
neither struggle effectively nor scream, and she let herself go limp.  
Her FBI training had prepared her for such situations, and she knew it 
was a bad idea to resist when her captor had the upper hand.  She looked 
over at Mulder, but he was just staring at them with dull curiosity on 
his face.  Johnson stood up.
     "Don't move, and don't make a sound."  His voice was trembling 
with emotion, and Dana was suddenly worried that he was cracking up.  
She heard the sound of a drawer opening, and he came back carrying a 
cardboard box.
     "Roll over."  He reached into the box and took out a pair of black 
wrist cuffs with Velcro closures, connected by a short chain.  He put 
them on her wrists with her hands in front of her, snugging each one 
tight before closing the Velcro, and then he pulled her to her feet and 
led her to the center of the room.  Taking a length of thick rope from 
the box, he doubled it into a loop and managed to catch it over a sturdy 
hook that was bolted into the wooden beam over her head.  He tied one 
end of the rope to the chain connecting the wrist cuffs, and then he 
drew it tight, lifting her arms up over her head.  When she was just 
able to stand flat-footed, he tied off the rope and stepped back, 
breathing heavily.
     "There, that's better.  Now we just need to shut that loud mouth 
of yours."  He disappeared behind her and took something else from the 
box, and then he reached around her head and forced a rubber ball into 
her mouth.  She grunted and tried to push it out with her tongue, but it 
was connected to a strap which he tightened across the back of her head.  
Johnson stepped back and smiled at her.  He seemed to have calmed 
considerably now that the situation was back under his control.
     "All right, Ms. Scully, I think that will keep you out of trouble 
for a while."
     Dana closed her eyes in despair.  She had never felt so helpless 
in her life.

			**********************

     Trudi cruised slowly along the forest-lined road, squinting at the 
houses as they passed by trying to find a street number.  She had been 
driving around the western side of Hallville for an hour, and she wasn't 
even sure if this was the right road.  Most of the houses were set too 
far back to read the numbers, and most of the mailboxes at the end of 
the driveways just had names.
     When she had gotten home after sneaking out of school, she had 
found the name Alan Johnson in the phone book, somewhat to her surprise.  
His title - Deputy Chief of Police - had even been listed along with his 
address: 1277 Anderson Rd.  Anderson road was shown clearly on the map 
of Hallville, which was now in her lap, but street signs in this neck of 
the woods were few and far between and she kept getting lost.  
     The road she was on dead-ended into an intersection that looked 
depressingly familiar - she must have crossed through it at least once 
before.  No street sign, of course.  After looking both ways she got a 
vague impression that she had come from the right last time, so she 
turned left.  She was getting so discouraged by this point that when the 
green mailbox with 1277 neatly stenciled on the side appeared she almost 
drove right by it.  She stopped the Camaro and reversed back to the 
mailbox.  There was no name, and she wasn't at all sure that this was 
Anderson road; in fact, she didn't even see a house, just a narrow 
gravel road.  She turned in and drove very slowly along the gravel.  
Just out of sight of the road there was a police car parked along the 
side.  She pulled in behind it and took a deep breath; her heart was 
pounding so loud she could feel her chest vibrating.
     "What the hell am I doing here?" she said out loud.  She reached 
into her purse and pulled out the .32 caliber pistol she had taken from 
her mother's nightstand.  The gun was cool and heavy in her hand, and 
she felt some of her confidence return.  She put it back in her purse 
and got out of the car.
     Stepping quietly along the side of the narrow road, she soon came 
to an A-frame house surrounded by large pine trees.  Crouching behind a 
tree trunk, she watched and listened carefully for a few minutes, but 
there was no sign that anyone was there.  She decided to sneak up to the 
windows on either side of the front door and peek inside.  When she was 
halfway across the clearing in front of the house, she froze.  Had she 
heard someone scream?
     "Helllppp....  Anyone....Hellppppp!"
     Trudi gasped.  It sounded like Agent Scully.  She ran the rest of 
the way to the house and huddled low against the cedar shingles next to 
the door, the gun in her hand, and listened intently.  After what seemed 
like several minutes there was no more screaming, so she crept along the 
side of the house to the window and peered in.  Once her eyes had 
adjusted to the dark, she could make out an entryway that led into a 
large living room, from which she could occasionally glimpse a hint of 
movement.  The blinds on the living room windows were drawn, and the 
room was quite dim.
     From this angle she couldn't see what was happening, despite her 
best efforts, and she finally dropped back low to the ground to think 
about it.  She decided to go around to the back to see if she could get 
a better view of what was happening, or maybe even find an open window.  
On a whim, she tried the knob on the front door first.  To her shock, it 
was unlocked.  She took a few seconds to gather her courage, and then 
she slowly pushed it open.  
     Sunlight streamed into the dim entry area, and she was immediately 
afraid it would alert the people in the next room.  She quickly slipped 
inside and shut the door behind her, and then she pressed herself 
against the wall next to the doorway leading to the living room, gun at 
the ready.  Nothing happened for a few long moments, and then she heard 
a voice.
     "Go ahead, cut it right off her."
     With a chill, she recognized the voice of the man from the 
convenience store.  It didn't sound as if he had noticed her presence, 
however, and she relaxed a bit.  Then she started to wonder what on 
earth was going on in there.  She peeked around the corner into the 
living room, and stifled a gasp.  Agent Scully had her arms tied up over 
her head, and she was naked from the waist down.  Agent Mulder was 
completely naked, and he was standing in front of her holding a pair of 
scissors.  Johnson was sitting in a chair with his back to her.  She 
immediately realized that Mulder must be under Johnson's control.  But 
why was Agent Scully tied up like that?  They were only about 20 feet 
away from her, but none of them were facing in her direction, so she 
moved a little closer to the doorway to get a better view.
     Mulder started cutting Scully's blouse away with the scissors, 
working from the center placket out along one sleeve.  When he reached 
the cuff the blouse fell away on that side, revealing her bra.  He 
repeated the cut on the other sleeve, and the sliced-up blouse fell to 
the floor.  Trudi breathed a little easier; she had been worried that 
Agent Mulder was going to hurt Agent Scully with the scissors, but 
obviously it was just to cut her clothes off; it was the only way to get 
a shirt off someone who's hands were bound. 
     Now Dana was wearing only a lacy beige bra which revealed the deep 
curves of her cleavage.  Trudi could see her eyes widen as Mulder slid 
the scissors between her breasts and snipped the fabric separating the 
two cups.  The bra fell open and Dana's smooth white breasts were 
revealed.  As Mulder cut the straps away, causing the bra to fall to the 
floor, Trudi studied Agent Scully's naked torso with interest.  Her 
breasts were about the same size as her own, but they had a softer, more 
womanly shape, sitting a little lower on her chest and sloping outwards 
away from her body.  The nipples were different too; whereas Trudi had 
small brown nipples, Scully had larger pink nipples with an interesting 
cone shape.  
     "That's more like it -  thank you, Agent Mulder," said Johnson.  
"I'm afraid your partner has decided not to cooperate, so we are going 
to have to stimulate her until she changes her mind.  Lets start with 
her breasts, shall we?"  
     Mulder had turned to look at Johnson, and now Trudi could see the 
same slack, glassy-eyed expression on his face that Vince had developed 
when Johnson had controlled them that night at the Road Pantry.  She 
also noticed that Agent Mulder had a large erection, and she realized 
with a guilty start that she was looking forward to watching what was 
going to happen instead of thinking about how to rescue the agents.  But 
how was she going to intervene?  She doubted that Johnson would just 
quietly cooperate if she pointed the gun at him, and the idea of 
actually firing it terrified her.  Maybe an opportunity would present 
itself later.
     Mulder turned back to Scully, and following Johnson's instructions 
he began squeezing and kneading her breasts.  She tried to pull away, 
but it was impossible; as soon as she moved in any direction the strain 
on her arms increased greatly.  She tried to gaze into Mulder's eyes 
instead, to see if she could somehow snap him out of the trance, but he 
was staring fixedly at her breasts.  "Men," she thought to herself with 
disgust.  Fox was pinching her nipples now, not quite hard enough to 
hurt, and she could feel her body starting to respond.  Unable to move 
or talk, there was little for her to do other than focus on the 
sensations coming from her nipples, and the feeling of delicious 
lethargy spread through her body like some sort of sexual anesthesia.  
Soon her pussy was wet and she was making little sounds of desire deep 
in her throat.  
     "I think she's coming around now," said Johnson.  "She must have 
realized that all we want to do is give her pleasure, right Mulder?"  No 
answer was expected.  "Why don't you finger her pussy and see if she's 
ready to come."
     Trudi watched in fascination as Mulder slid his hand between 
Dana's thighs.  Her nipples were swollen from all the pinching, and 
their dark pink color made them stand out sharply against her white 
skin.  Trudi couldn't help but notice that Agent Scully opened her legs 
slightly to allow Agent Mulder's hand to slip between them, whereas she 
could easily have clamped them together.  When Dana threw her head back 
and moaned loudly through the ball gag in her mouth, Trudi felt her own 
pussy start to tingle.  As Mulder mechanically fingered his partner to a 
shuddering climax, Trudi became more and more aroused.  Instead of 
feeling sorry for Agent Scully in her naked and helpless state, she 
started envying her, and she unconsciously reached under her denim skirt 
and started rubbing herself through her panties.
     Suddenly Johnson turned around and looked right at her.  Trudi 
ducked back behind the doorway and tried to quiet her breathing, but 
somehow she didn't feel the appropriate amount of panic.  In the back of 
her mind she realized that she had fallen at least partially under 
Johnson's spell.
     "Well, well.  I think we have a visitor.  Miss Bowman, would you 
like to come out and join in the fun?"  Johnson's voice didn't betray 
any surprise or dismay over this unexpected development.  
     Trudi was frozen with indecision.  She knew that she should take 
action, even if just to run away, but she couldn't seem to move.
     "Come over here right now, Trudi."  Her free will was ebbing away; 
she couldn't resist that voice any longer.  She managed to clear her 
head slightly for just a moment, and she noticed the gun still in her 
hand.  She shoved it into her purse as she stood up, and then she slowly 
walked around the corner into the living room.
     "I'm really glad you dropped by," said Johnson, sounding like he 
meant it.  "I hate to leave loose ends floating around."  He was 
slouched back in the armchair and he looked relaxed and confident.  
Trudi fought to give the impression she wasn't under his control.
     "Why is that, you perverted creep?" she asked with a bit of 
bravado.
     Johnson pretended to be hurt.  "You have me all wrong.  I allow 
people to experience more pleasure in an hour than they would normally 
experience in a year, and then I clear their memories so they don't 
suffer any lingering guilt feelings.  I'm doing them a service."  
     "I don't think all those girls who got pregnant felt like they had 
been done a service."  Trudi tried to summon as much anger as she could, 
it seemed to help her concentrate.
     "No, I suppose not.  I'm actually quite sorry about that."  He 
looked sincere, and as ridiculous as the comment was, Trudi felt her 
anger melt away to be replaced by lust.  Agent Mulder was standing next 
to her with a raging hard-on, and it was getting difficult to keep her 
eyes off it.
     "You have such a beautiful body, Trudi.  Why don't you take your 
clothes off and let us see it."
     Trudi tried to think of a way to refuse, and then she noticed that 
her hands were already unzipping her skirt as if by their own accord.  
Her body was aching with desire now, and she realized she was past the 
point of no return.  She peeled off her knit top and removed her bra and 
panties, leaving everything in a pile on a floor, including her purse.
     "So, what will it be?" asked Johnson.  "So many options, and so 
little time.  Maybe you would like to suck Mulder's cock?"  Trudi looked 
at it hungrily.  "Or maybe you would like to help out poor Dana."
     Trudi glanced at Johnson in surprise, and then looked at Agent 
Scully.  Surely he didn't mean for her to do stuff with another woman?  
Dana was looking at her, but it was impossible to read her expression 
with the gag in her mouth.  She dropped her eyes to the bound woman's 
breasts, and realized that she wasn't as upset at the notion as she had 
first thought.  In fact...
     "Why don't you go over to her and see if you feel like touching 
her."  Johnson's voice was softer and less commanding now.  Trudi walked 
over to Dana and looked at her with indecision.  Scully returned the 
gaze, looking searchingly into Trudi's eyes, and Trudi realized that the 
agent wasn't under Johnson's control; that must be why she was tied up.  
But Trudi didn't care at this point.  She reached out with one hand and 
gently touched Dana's breast, cupping it in her palm and enjoying its 
soft warmth.
     "That's it, Trudi - now play with her nipples.  That's what she 
wants, trust me."
     Trudi used both hands to gently pinch and roll Dana's nipples, 
causing her to begin moaning behind the gag.  Trudi was enjoying this 
new experience, and she had a sudden urge to use her mouth instead of 
her hands.  Leaning forward, she licked one of Scully's puffy pink 
nipples, and then she sucked it into her mouth.  There was something 
comforting and satisfying about sucking on a breast, something related 
to basic human urges that went deeper than just sex, and Trudi soon 
found herself eagerly suckling Dana's breasts, stimulating the nipples 
with her tongue and teeth.  
     She was vaguely aware of Fox's hands on her ass, lifting her 
upwards so that her legs straightened out and she was bent over at the 
waist, and then she gasped in surprise as she felt his warm tongue 
probing between her thighs, seeking her sex.  She arched her back and 
spread her legs a little, giving him easier access, and was rewarded 
with the incredible sensation of a tongue pushing into her tight pussy.  
She ground her hips against Mulder's face, fucking his stiff tongue as 
she continued to suck and bite Dana's breasts, and she soon felt an 
orgasm flood through her body.
     "All right, Trudi, now that you have gotten Agent Scully all 
worked up you need to finish the job.  It's not fair to just leave her 
hanging."
     Trudi had stopped playing with Dana's breasts while she came, and 
now Dana was moaning and arching her back like a cat in heat.  Trudi 
knew that Scully wanted her put her hand between her legs like Mulder 
had done a few minutes ago, but that seemed so weird.  Still, Johnson 
was right, she couldn't just leave her in this state.  Tentatively, she 
slid her hand down Scully's stomach until she reached her wispy pubic 
hair, and Scully moaned and pushed her hips forward.  Trudi sucked in 
her breath as she felt Dana's warm, moist pussy in her hand.  It was an 
odd sensation to be caressing another woman's sex, strange and familiar 
at the same time, and Trudi was fascinated.  She parted the pussy lips 
with her fingers and started rubbing gently, and Scully moved her hips 
back and forth, encouraging her.  
     Mulder was behind her again, lifting her ass up and separating her 
legs, and then she felt his cock probing at her.  She pushed back 
against him, and with a delicious sliding sensation she impaled herself 
on his stiff erection.  As Mulder began fucking her, Trudi turned her 
attention back to Scully.  Her hand and fingers had become slippery with 
Dana's juices, and she boldly inserted a finger into the opening, 
causing Dana to jerk and clench down around the digit.  Trudi pushed the 
finger in and out, watching Dana's face behind the gag as she leaned her 
head back and closed her eyes.  When Dana reached her climax, Trudi 
could feel the sudden urgent vibrations in her finger, and the sensation 
pushed her over the edge into another orgasm of her own.
     As the wave of pleasure receded, Trudi felt her head clear as if 
she was waking up from a light sleep, and the full import of what was 
happening hit her.  Mulder was still banging into her from behind like a 
machine, but she was no longer under Johnson's sexual trance.  Could 
Johnson tell that she had regained control of her thoughts?  She glanced 
over at him, and was surprised to see that his eyes were closed.  As she 
watched him, his eyes opened and he looked at her with a dreamy 
expression, giving her a nasty shock.  Instinctively, she pretended to 
be absorbed in fucking Mulder, contorting her face into what she felt 
was an appropriate expression of lust, and Johnson closed his eyes 
again.
     The adrenaline surge had completely wiped away any lingering 
sexual feelings, and now Trudi was close to panic.  She knew that 
Johnson might notice that she wasn't in a trance at any moment, so this 
might be her last chance to act.  Her purse was on the floor just a few 
feet away, under her clothes.  She took a deep breath, glanced at 
Johnson one more time to make sure his eyes were still closed, and then 
she broke away from Mulder and dropped to her knees next to her clothes.  
She scrabbled around for her purse, sure that she would feel a powerful 
hand on her shoulder at any second.  Finally, she felt the cool metal of 
the pistol under hand, and she yanked it out and pointed it at Johnson.
     "Don't move!" she said, her voice cracking.
     Johnson was sitting up in the chair, his eyes wide with surprise.
     "And don't try any more of that hypnosis shit," added Trudi.  "If 
I feel you start to mess with my head, I'll shoot you."
     Johnson glared at her angrily, but her mind remained clear, and 
they stayed like that for a few long seconds.  Then Johnson stood up.
     "You won't shoot me," he said coolly.  
     "Come any closer and you'll find out how wrong you are, you 
bastard."  Trudi said this with more confidence than she felt.  She 
would pull the trigger all right, but she wasn't sure anything would 
happen.  Her mother might not keep the gun loaded, and wasn't there 
something called a safety?  But Johnson didn't know this.
     "All right, Trudi, I'll keep my distance," said Johnson, and he 
began edging his way around her.  "I was just about finished with you 
anyway."  This wasn't quite true - he hadn't been able to apply the 
amnesia, and if he left now Trudi and Agent Scully would remember 
everything.  But he was planning to disappear anyway.
     Trudi kept the gun trained on Johnson as he made his way past her.
     "Where the hell to you think you're going?"
     "My suitcase," said Johnson, picking up the battered leather case.  
"All my traveling essentials are in here.  Now, I am going to walk into 
the kitchen, out the back door, and out of your life forever.  You don't 
want to kill me, Trudi.  If you shoot me in the back it will be murder, 
plain and simple."  He looked Trudi in the eye, trying to assess the 
success of his bluff.  He decided that she might very well shoot if he 
tried to control her mind again, and he turned and deliberately walked 
into the kitchen.
     Trudi was torn with indecision.  She didn't want Johnson to get 
away, but if she pulled the trigger and nothing happened, her advantage 
would be gone and she would be at his mercy again.  And she didn't want 
to kill him, he was right about that much.  Then Johnson had 
disappeared, and she heard the back door close.  With a sigh, she 
lowered the gun.
     Suddenly, she realized that Agent Scully was grunting and stamping 
her foot, trying to get her attention.  Trudi jumped to her feet and ran 
over to her, feeling foolish.  Of course Dana would know what to do, she 
should have tried to free her while Johnson was still here.  She set the 
gun down and unbuckled the leather strap on the gag, and Scully spit the 
rubber ball out of her mouth with distaste.
     "The scissors - cut the rope with the scissors," she said 
urgently.
     Trudi looked around and saw the scissors Mulder had used to cut 
away Dana's clothes on the floor near their feet.  She grabbed them, and 
began sawing away at the rope leading from the wrist cuffs up to the 
ceiling.  Outside, they heard the sound of an engine roaring to life, 
and then the blue pickup truck appeared in the front window, heading up 
the gravel driveway towards the main road.  
     Finally, the rope parted and Scully was able to lower her arms.  
Using her teeth, she pulled open the Velcro cuff on her right wrist, 
freeing her hands.
     "Where's the phone?" she asked Trudi.  "There's still time to 
catch him."
     "I don't know, in the kitchen maybe?"  Trudi ran into the kitchen 
saw a phone on the wall.  She picked it up, but there was no dial tone.  
"It's dead."
     "He must have cut the phone line before he left," said Scully.  
"That's why he didn't drive away immediately.  Help me look for my cell 
phone."
     After a few minutes of searching, Scully dropped into a chair with 
a sigh.  "He must have taken our phones and guns with him."  She looked 
at Trudi and realized that they were both still naked.  So was Mulder, 
for that matter - he was sitting on the floor holding his head in his 
hands.  "I guess it's safe to get dressed now."
     Trudi put her clothes back on, and then looked at Scully.  Dana 
had put her skirt back on, and she was holding her cut-up blouse and 
shaking her head sadly.  "Silk," she said.  "Mulder is going to have to 
pay for it."
     "Can't you fill out an expense report for it or something?" asked 
Trudi.  Dana thought about the strict Bureau regulations regarding loss 
of personal property, and the corner of her mouth twitched.  "This is 
going to be difficult to explain on a report, " she said with a smile.
     Trudi saw the humor in the situation as well, and began to giggle, 
and soon they were both laughing, letting the tension of the last few 
hours drain away.
     "What's so funny?" asked Mulder, looking up at them from the floor 
in confusion.  
     "Jesus Christ, why am I naked?"


			The End


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