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 From: <darkranger@mailanon.com
Subject: The X-Files -- Suffering Scully (Part 1/4)
Date: 1999/11/14
Newsgroups: alt.sadistic,alt.torture,alt.sex.stories
alt.tv.x-files.creative.mature

   Introduction

   Welcome to the latest story by The Dark Ranger!  For those of you who
have read any of my earlier stories (like the "Agony in Pink" stories), you
know what to expect.  For those of you who haven't read them, and may be
unfamiliar with my work, here goes: This is an EXTREMELY STRONG story.  It
contains scenes of bondage, extreme torture, and rape, all of it completely
and totally non-consensual.  If this is not your cup of tea, or you don't
want to see characters from The X-Files in situations like that, don't read
on!  Also, since this is technically an X-Files fanfic, here are the
standard headings: RATING: NC-17++ CLASSIFICATION: Very strong
ScullyTorture SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully make a discovery, and Scully is
captured to try and get the information from her.  DISCLAIMER: All the
characters are owned by Fox and the regular owners.  The story is just that
- a story.  It is only about the characters on the TV show and NOT about
the actors and actresses who play the characters.

   Prologue The three men pulled on their jackets and turned to the woman
who sat at her desk, dutifully typing at her keyboard.  "Hey, are you
coming?  We're going to lunch," one of them called back to her.  She smiled
slightly.  "No, sorry, I've got too much work to do." "OK," another man
said.  "We'll see you in about an hour!" "Bye!  Don't eat too much!" All
four of them laughed as the three men walked out the door.  The smile left
the woman's face the instant the men left.  She walked to the door and
waited until she was sure they were out of the building.  She ran back to
her desk, opened the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper that was empty
except for a single name on it.  She picked up the phone and dialed. 
"Hello," she said to the voice on the other end.  "I need the phone number
of the FBI in Washington, D.C."

   Chapter 1

   When Scully turned the corner, Mulder was there.  In one way, that
worried her.  If Mulder was on time, it was usually serious.  "Did anybody
follow you?" Scully looked at him concerned.  "No.  Why?" Mulder looked
around and then turned to her.  "Because I've got the biggest break I've
ever gotten." "What?" "I've heard from someone who knows the source of the
disk." "The one Krychek stole?" "Yes, but nobody knows that.  They all
think we still have it." "Who's your contact?" "A woman from the US envoy's
office in Hong Kong.  I'm on my way there." "Hong Kong?  Now?" Mulder got
close to her, leaned in and spoke with an intensity that almost worried
Scully.  "Listen to me, Scully.  This is it - this is the most important
lead I've ever gotten.  I'm convinced that it will lead me to answers -
answers that I 've been searching for most of my life." Scully looked at
him.  "OK, Mulder, but wha..." "Scully, I'm serious," Mulder interrupted,
agitated.  "You need to be careful.  We both need to be careful.  I'm
close. Closer than I've ever been.  There are people - and you know who I'm
talking about - who would give anything to know what I now know.  They'd DO
anything to know what I know.  You need to be careful." Scully nodded.

   "OK, Mulder, you know I'll be careful but..." "No buts.  Be careful - be
extra careful.  I won't be answering my cell phone.  But I'll call as soon
as I find anything.  But remember - be careful!" And with that, he turned
and left.  Scully watched him go - he never ceased to amaze her.  Scully
decided that it was better to be safe than sorry.  Although she trusted
Mulder's instincts - trusted them a lot, probably more than she should -
she always felt he was a bit dramatic.  She suspected that this was another
of his wild goose chases, and that it would amount to nothing.  Whether
because it this was a bad tip, or because they - that mysterious "they"
that Mulder always spoke about - were so good at covering their tracks, she
felt that almost certainly this would end up another dead end.  But
sometimes Mulder was right.  Sometimes he chanced onto things that he
shouldn't.  And he was pretty adamant about this.  And if he was right, and
he had stumbled onto the source of the missing disk, it was big.  Really
big.  So, she decided to spend the night at a small motel and pay for the
room in cash.  She registered under a pseudonym - "Melissa Smith" - and,
after double locking the door, went to sleep for the night.

   When she woke up the next morning, she ordered breakfast from room
service - coffee and a bagel with cream cheese - and then showered and
dressed.  She wondered if Mulder would be back by now - she didn't think
so, but sometimes he was.  More importantly, she would have to explain his
absence to Skinner.  Luckily, Skinner usually understood but if Mulder had
chanced across something she knew she'd have to dance a little bit.  As she
answered the door to let room service in, she started thinking about
excuses she could make for Mulder and possibly what she could do to help
him.  The hot coffee was good - better than the coffee she got in the
office - and she started to gather her stuff to go to work when she started
to feel woozy.  She stood up and was so dizzy she had to sit back down. 
Then the room started spinning around.  She looked at the coffee and
realized that it had been drugged.  She reached for her gun, but couldn't
even grip it.  She tried to grab the phone but she collapsed to the floor,
unable to move.  She heard the door open, and saw two men enter the room,
and that was the last she saw before drifting into unconsciousness

   Chapter 2

   <Washington, DC.  November 10, 9:26am Scully woke up.  She found herself
in a chair.  She tried to move, but found that her hands were bound behind
her back with handcuffs.  She was still feeling slightly woozy from the
effect of the drug, and the brightness of the lights caused her to wince.
It took a few moments to completely regain control of herself, but once she
did she checked out her surroundings.  She was in a small room.  There
seemed to be no furniture in it except for the chair that she was tied to.
The room was lit by a single bare light bulb that hung on the roof.  She
tugged once more at the handcuffs, trying to see if there was any give in
them, but there wasn't any.  Again, she looked around the simple room to
look for a way out.  That was when the door opened.  In walked two men. 
She recognized them both and her heart sunk at the recognition.  One of
them was the man who worked for the mysterious consortium that Mulder had
told her about.  She recognized him because they had met in a railway car,
and he divulged the secrets of her abduction.  The other was easily
recognizable by the Morley cigarette that hung from his mouth.  They spoke
together for a moment, and the older man left, leaving Scully alone with
the Cigarette Smoking Man.  He pulled up a chair and sat next to her.  She
regarded him apprehensively.  "Agent Scully," he began, removing the
cigarette from his mouth and holding it with him thumb and forefinger in
the familiar way.  "Let not make this any more unpleasant than it has to
be." Scully looked at him.  "Then let me go." The Cigarette Smoking Man
took a drag on his cigarette.  "I think not," he said.  "I'm afraid you
have information that is vital to us.  Why don't you just tell us where
Agent Mulder is and where the two of you put the disk, and we can all be
done with this." She looked at him, her blue eyes steely.  "I don't know
what you're talking about.  I don't know where Agent Mulder is, and I don't
know anything about any disk." The Cigarette Smoking Man shook his head and
exhaled a cloud of smoke into Scully's face.

   "No, I'm afraid that won't do at all.  Now, tell me where Agent Mulder
is, and tell me now!" Scully held back the impulse to cough.  She was
determined to keep Mulder and her secret.  There was a nervousness about
the Cigarette Smoking Man that Scully, as a trained investigator, sensed
immediately.  She felt that somehow, she had the upper hand in this stage
of the interrogation.  He was anything but smooth in his questioning and
her continued denials only seemed to make him more nervous.  Finally, after
stubbing out one cigarette, and pulling out and lighting another, he stood
up and went to the other man.  The Cigarette Smoking Man spoke.  "She won't
talk." The other man spoke firmly.  "We need to know what she knows.  There
can be no limits on our attempts to find the information." "What about the
Mulder issue?" "We can't worry about that now.  This information is far too
important.  We need it.  Mulder's value to the project is insignificant
compared to the damage that can be done if this situation is left
unresolved.  We need her to talk.  There is no other option." He looked at
the Cigarette Smoking Man with a level of distrust.  "I trust you
understand?" The Cigarette Smoking Man took a long drag on his cigarette
and smiled nervously.  "Of course I understand.  I was only making sure
everything was considered."

   "Everything has been considered.  And we need the information.  And I've
brought some people to help us." With that, he opened the door and in
walked two people.  One was a man, in his 40's, 6.2", slim, and very
muscular.  He was graying at the temples and wore a black suit.  The other
was a woman, with short blonde hair.  Her face looked heavy, a little
pasty, like she had an excess of makeup on.  To Scully it looked like she
may be covering some scars.  Scully looked at them, trying to remember
every detail, and tried even harder to listen to their conversation.  The
man in the suit turned to the two other men.  "Per our conversations, I
will extract the desired information.  I understand that time is of the
essence, but you understand that trained agents such as this one can take
time.  How much time do I have?" The larger man spoke.

   "We don't really know.  One day, two at the most." The man in the suit
turned to his female partner and they both nodded in understanding.  "I
see. We will do our best.  And I trust our payment arrangements are
satisfactory?  The monetary amount and what we agreed upon?" The older man
looked at the Cigarette Smoking Man before speaking.  "Yes.  Just make sure
there is no evidence of our... agreement... when you are finished." And
with that he strode out of the room.  The Cigarette Smoking Man walked over
to where Scully was and leaned down to Scully.  She thought she saw fear in
his eyes, and it confused her.  He dropped his cigarette on the floor and
rubbed it out with his foot.  "Tell us where Mulder is.  Tell us what you
know." Scully looked at him with steely resolve.  "I don't know anything."
He lunged at her and grabbed her by the arms.  She gasped in stunned
amazement as he lost all control and started yelling at her.

   "TELL US!  DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?  THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!  TELL US!"
he screamed at her, his face just inches from hers, his cigarette smoke
tainted breath filling her nostrils.  She looked at him and remained
silent. The Cigarette Smoking Man dropped his head dejectedly.  He stood up
straight and took out a cigarette and lit it.  He looked down at Scully
through the smoke.  He walked back to the door and turned to the man and
the woman.  "Make her talk.  Do whatever you have to," he said.  He cast
one last look at Scully and walked out the door.  The man and woman walked
up to Scully.  She looked at them with apprehension.  The woman reached out
and stroked Dana's red hair.  "This will be fun!" the woman whispered, a
look of glee overtaking her face.  Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, but
Scully couldn't place it.  She'd remember it, though.

   "Now, now," the man said, "business first.  Then pleasure." He looked
down at the FBI agent, still bound to the chair.  "Hello, Agent Scully. 
Let us introduce ourselves.  While names are unimportant - indeed, the last
thing we want you to know is our names - but we can tell you what we do. 
Our job is to get you to tell us what you know.  And believe me, we will
make you tell us what you know.  Right now, we will be taking you to our
workshop.  The trip will take a short while, and during the trip you should
give serious consideration to telling us what you know right away." He
turned to the woman.  "Prepare her." The woman walked forward and took a
handkerchief and put it in Scully's mouth.  She then wrapped gauze around
Scully's head, securing the gag in place.  She then put a sack over
Scully's head, plunging her into darkness.  Once that had happened, Scully
could feel two pair of hands grabbing her.  They took her out of the chair
and led her away.  She could feel that she was being led outside and then
into some vehicle.  Based on the feel of it, Scully assumed it was a van.
She heard the door shut and they drove off.

   (to be continued)

   From: <darkranger@mailanon.com Subject: The X-Files -- Suffering Scully
(Part 2/4) Date: 1999/11/14 Newsgroups:
alt.sadistic,alt.torture,alt.sex.stories alt.tv.x-files.creative.mature
Warning: "Suffering Scully" contains scenes of bondage, torture, and rape.

   Chapter 3

   The toughest part was not panicking.  Scully knew that what they were
doing - sensory deprivation, bondage, forced traveling to a strange place -
was all designed to weaken her so that she would be more susceptible to
questioning.  She tried to fight off the panic as well as she could.  She
couldn't quite gage the amount of time she spent bound and hooded in the
van.  But eventually they stopped.  With the hood still over her head, she
could feel herself being led into a building.  She descended several
flights of stairs and could hear metal doors closing shut behind her.  The
effect was terrifying - these guys were good, and that made her even more
nervous.  Finally, the hood was removed from her head.  As her eyes
accustomed themselves to the light, she looked around at the room she was
in and had to stifle a shudder.

   The room was clearly a torture chamber.  There were tables and benches,
all of which had straps on them which, Dana presumed, were used to secure
victims.  There were machines with dials, tables full of clamps and other
assorted instruments, hooks from the ceiling and walls, and whips and
chains hung from the walls.  In addition, although all the tables and
instruments were spotless - the metal on the strap buckles actually
glistened in the harsh light - there were abundant bloodstains on the walls
and floor.  As far as Dana could tell, there was only one door, and that
was the one, she assumed, they entered in.  The room was obviously designed
to instill terror and to that end it was successful - Scully was filled
with terror.  But she was determined to be strong - she must not betray
Mulder.  She needed to give him as much time as possible.  The woman walked
up behind Scully and grabbed her arms.  The man put Scully' s chin in his
large hand and turned her face up to his.  She looked directly into his
eyes as he spoke.  "Have you reconsidered your position?" he asked.  Dana
remained silent.

   "I'm warning you, this is your last chance." Dana turned to him
defiantly.  "Let me go.  I am an FBI agent and the people you are working
for are not agents of the US government.  They are a rogue gang who
operates under their own laws.  You cannot count on them for protection
from this.  Let me go!" The man laughed.  "But we want to let you go, Agent
Scully!  Just give us the information, and it's all over.  You don't know
where you are.  You don' t know who we are.  We've been extremely careful
in this regard.  Tell us where your partner is and where you hid the disk
and we will drop you off someplace safe and that will be that." "Let me
go," Scully repeated firmly.  "I won't tell you anything, because I don't
know anything to tell you.  Just let me go." The man looked at her with
some level of annoyance.  "This is you last chance, Agent Scully.  Tell
us..."

   "I don't need any last chance," she replied, still trying to reason with
them.  "I don't know anything.  Just let me go!" The man turned away and
waved his hand.  "Well, she can't say we didn't try," he said to the woman.
"Help me prepare her." With that, the woman took the handcuffs off of
Scully.  She picked up a gun and pointed it directly at Scully's head.  The
man's voice was firm and demanding.  "Take your jacket off," he said.  "I
will do no such thing," Scully retorted.  The woman cocked the gun and
steadied it.  "Take your jacket off NOW!" Scully had no choice.  She took
off her suit jacket and tossed it aside.  "Now your shoes." Again, Scully
was left with no choice.  She kicked her shoes off.  Standing in her
stocking feet she felt even smaller than she did before as she stood before
the man and the woman.  "Now the skirt." Scully gathered up her courage.

   "No.  You've got to stop this.  You've got the stop this now.  I'm a
Federal agent.  This is a federal crime.  You need to....  UUUUGGGHHH!!!"
Scully was interrupted by an arm around her throat.  The man had sneaked up
behind her and wrapped his arm around Scully's throat.  As she reached up
to grab his arm, the woman interrogator put down the gun and walked up to
the struggling Scully.  As Scully struggled to get the arm away from her
throat, she felt her skirt being pulled off.  The woman unbuttoned the
squirming agent's blouse and, with help from the man who held one of
Scully's arms motionless and then the other, pulled the blouse off.  The
woman then pulled off Scully's pantyhose, leaving her only in a bra and
panties.  Finally, she pulled off Scully's bra and peeled off her panties,
and then the man released the now naked FBI agent.  Scully fell to her
knees, gasping for breath.  Rubbing her neck, the full import of her
situation struck Scully and she stifled a sob.

   She was completely naked and vulnerable on the floor of a torture
chamber.  She felt a yank in her hair and her hand instinctively went to
them.  The man who held her hair spoke.  "Stand up," he ordered, and
pulled. Scully stood up and as she got to her feet, the man let go of her
hair and walked a few paces to get a good look at her.  Scully was utterly
miserable and humiliated, as she stood nude before her tormentors.  The
floor was cold under her bare feet and she desperately fought the urge to
cover herself with her hands.  She had to retain control, she knew that. 
The nudity was another weakening technique, to humiliate her and make it
easier for her to break.  Scully knew that she was extremely nervous about
her sexuality.  But it was important that the two other people in the room
not know that.  She couldn't give them that edge, that insight into her
character.  So she stood naked, arms at her side, exposing her body to the
leering eyes of her interrogators.

   And a lovely body it was too.  Both the man and the woman were a little
stunned at the beauty of the body that was under that frumpy FBI suit that
Scully wore.  Scully was small - about 5' 2" or so - but wonderfully
shaped. Years of FBI training had given her a killer body.  The man thought
that his partner was right in her first thoughts - this WAS going to be
fun. But he stifled that thought.  Business first.  So he walked in front
of Scully.  She stood taller, defiantly.  The man smiled.  After years of
interrogation, he could read his subjects and read them well.  The nudity
was eating Agent Scully up inside.  This show of bravado was just that - a
show.  He spoke to her.

   "So, Agent Scully, why don't you tell us what we want to know.  We want
to know where Agent Mulder is, and where the disk is.' Scully looked
straight into his eyes.  "I've told you already, I don't know.  I realize
you're getting your jollies by looking at me in this condition, but it's
not going to change anything.  I didn't know anything with my clothes on,
and I certainly don't know anything now that my clothes are off." Scully
hoped that by actually mentioning, and not ignoring, her nudity, it would
show that, while an annoyance, it didn't have the deep-rooted effect it was
having.  The man sighed, and Scully felt her arms being pulled behind her.
The woman had walked behind Scully and grabbed her arms.  As soon as she
did, the man walked up and together, they grabbed Scully.  Holding Scully
firmly, they brought her over to a narrow bench and placed her face down on
it.

   The woman put all her body weight on Scully, holding her against the
bench.  The man secured straps at Scully's shoulders, lower back, the back
of her knees, and across her Achilles' tendon at the back of her ankles. 
Once Scully was secure, the man got a large bucket and filled it with
water. He put a stool at the head of the table that Scully was tied to and
put the bucket on the table.  He went to Scully's face.  "Where is Agent
Mulder," he asked.  Scully didn't answer and he grabbed her red hair and
forced her face into the bucket of water.  Scully struggled as the man held
her firmly underwater.  The man looked at his watch and after 10 seconds he
pulled Scully's head out of the water.  She came up and took a deep breath,
inhaling quickly and loudly, drinking in the air.  "Where is he?" the man
asked.  Scully looked at him, panting hard.

   "I don't know what you're talking about." The man gave Scully's hair
another yank and pushed her face back into the water.  Scully thrashed and
kicked at her bonds to no avail.  After about 30 seconds, he roughly pulled
Dana out of the water.  She came up and gasped with a loud throaty noise,
sucking precious oxygen into her lungs.  "Tell me where Agent Mulder is,
and where the disk it," he asked calmly.  Scully looked at him with wide
eyes, panting for breath.  "I don't know anything," she gasped, and he
cinched his grip on her hair causing her to wince and pushed her under
again.  He nodded to the woman, and she picked up a cane and sent it
whipping down on Scully's shapely ass.  Scully thrashed, and bubbles came
up from the water as she screamed from the unexpected shock and pain of the
lash.  He pulled the helpless agent's face from the water she came up
choking and coughing, struggling against the straps that held her, fighting
for air.

   Her face was bright red.  "Where is the disk?" he asked.  Before she had
finished coughing he pushed her back under the water.  The panic that Dana
felt was unbelievable.  She desperately tried to hold her breath when the
woman struck her hard three times on her tender ass.  WHACK!  WHACK! 
WHACK! She tried to control her screams but found herself unable to and
water started filling her lungs.  Scully was filled with absolute panic. 
The man brought her up again and her face was purple, trying to cough but
lacking the air to do so.  The woman reached over and slapped Scully hard
on the back.  Water ran from her mouth and she immediately began gagging,
choking, and coughing.  "No more... please no more..." Scully whimpered
once she was able to speak.  "It can all be over now, " the man said.

   "Just tell us where the disk is?  Where Agent Mulder is!" Scully steeled
herself.  She couldn't betray Mulder.  She just couldn't.  It was too
important.  She wouldn't betray him.  She still had too much inner
strength. Tears began to flow out of her eyes as she shook her head "No."
The man forced Scully's head back under water, and the woman laid into
Scully's ass with a fury.  Scully was going wild as the woman stuck
Scully's ass again and again and again and again.  Finally, the man pulled
Scully's head out of the water and gave her another hard slap on the back
to dislodge some water from her lungs.  Her ass was bright red from the
beating.  "No more... please no more..." Scully whimpered in misery.  "Then
tell us where Agent Mulder is!" "No more... please, I don't know... no
more... please... please... I don't know...." As Scully lay there, crying
and panting and gasping for breath, they loosened the straps that held her
down.  They grabbed her arms and lashed her wrists tightly together. 
Dazed, she was led to a corner of the room until she was standing directly
beneath a pulley.  The woman bent down and lashed Scully's ankles together,
while the man went to the crank and pushed a lever on the side on the
crank. It unwound, and the rope dropped to the floor.

   Scully was just getting her wits back about her when she felt the woman
grab her bare legs and force her ankles together.  She was aware of rope
being wrapped around her ankles, securing them together.  By the time
Scully had recovered enough from the dunking to resist, her ankles had
already been securely lashed together.  She strained at the ropes that held
her wrists and ankles together and found they wouldn't give.  The man
reached down and picked up the end of the rope that hung down from the
pulley.  The woman walked up to Scully and reached her arms around the
bound agent and held her firmly in a bear hug.  Scully tried to look in her
face, but could only see the side of her head.  "You should just let me
go," Scully said softly, trying to reason with the woman.

   "This is a federal offense you're participating in.  The FBI will find
you.  If you let me go right now, I'll see that there are no charges filed
against you.  If they find you with me, there's nothing that can be done
and you'll go to jail for a long time.  Just let me go.  Don't let him do
this to me!"" While the woman held Scully, the man was wrapping the end of
the rope around Scully's bound wrists, making certain that it was securely
attached.  Once he was certain it was correctly attached, he spoke.  "I
hate to interrupt you two, but we do need to find out where Agent Mulder
is." The woman let Scully go, stepped back a couple of steps and smiled.

   "She says she doesn't know," she said softly, and once again a rush of
familiarity went through Scully.  "Well," the man said mockingly, "Let's
see if we can refresh her memory." And with that, he walked to the crank
and grabbed the handle.  The man began to turn the crank.  Scully felt a
tug on her arms as the rope lifted her bound wrists up in the air.  The
cranking continued and her arms started to twist into a very uncomfortable
position.  After a few more cranks, Scully's wrists were at shoulder level
and pressure began to build on her shoulders.  A few more cranks and the
pressure turned to pain.  The pain increased as the man continued to turn
the crank.  In an attempt to relieve the pressure, Scully lifted her bare
heels off the floor and stood on the balls of her feet.  She winced as the
pain shot through her shoulders, but she kept silent.  The man stepped away
from the crank and walked towards her.

   "Well, Agent Scully," the man began.  "Anything to tell us?" Scully
grimaced and just shook her head.  The man nodded to the woman, who was now
standing by the crank, and she turned the crank two more times.  The
pressure on Scully's shoulders increased, and she raised up even higher on
the balls of her feet.  "Anything at all, Agent Scully," asked the man. 
"Just tell us where Agent Mulder is, why don't you." Scully didn't even
respond.  She was trying desperately to ignore the searing pain that was
shooting through her shoulders.  But she was determined to keep quiet.  The
questioning continued.  The man would ask about Mulder, and Scully would
resolutely keep quiet.  The woman manning the crank would dutifully turn it
every time Scully refused to answer, lifting the helpless agent's arms even
higher.

   Finally, her wrists were up behind her neck, and she was up high on the
tips of her toes, desperately balancing on the very tip of her big toes
while her other toes wiggled desperately trying to find the floor to help
her out.  Scully was in excruciating pain - it shot through her shoulders
and her feet began to cramp with the effort of trying to balance on the
very tips of her toes.  Her torturers watched her struggles with amused
looks on the faces and then spoke to her again.  "Well, Agent Scully, that
looks mighty uncomfortable!" mocked the man.  "Why don't you just tell us
where Agent Mulder is and end this now." "I told you before," rasped
Scully, "I don't know where he is."

   "A pity," said the man.  Then, turning to the woman at the crank, he
said, "Continue." The woman, her face filled with sadistic glee, turned the
crank several times, and Scully was unable to stifle a cry of pain as her
toes lifted off the ground and she was hanging from the ceiling.  The pain
shot through her shoulders as the entire weight of her body was on her
stressed shoulders.  Her bare feet desperately twitched, her supple toes
trying vainly to find a spot where they could support some of the weight.
The man viewed her with satisfaction, and then nodded to the woman.  Scully
gasped as the crank was turned several times until her toes waved a good
foot off of the floor.  The man waved and the lifting stopped.  He then
knelt before Scully's hanging body, and grabbed her bound legs.  He forced
her waving legs straight, end grabbing her bare foot, forced her foot into
the "en pointe" position, her toes pointed and extended.

   He looked at her bare feet and then the floor for a few seconds, and
then, letting go of Scully's bare foot, he turned to the woman manning the
crank.  "That's the height.  Let me show you how to set the stop," he said,
and walked to the crank.  Scully was in a daze from the pain that was
coursing through her shoulders and chest.  As she struggled to maintain
control of her senses, she could hear the two torturers fiddling around
with the device, although it was out of her sight.  The man then walked in
front of her and she looked down at him through a tear filled haze.  She
expected more questions, but instead he turned and nodded to the woman who
began to crank.  Scully was dazed as she was lifted high off the ground. 
She was lifted until Scully's bare feet were just about at the top of the
man's head when the cranking finally stopped.  Scully moaned in misery. 
"Well, now, let me ask you once more," the man said softly.  "Where is
Agent Mulder?" "I told you," moaned Scully,

   "I don't know, I don't kno....  OOOOHHHH!!!!" The woman had hit a
switch, and the pulley released and Scully came flying down and stopped
short with her feet about a foot or so from the ground.  Agonizing pain
shot through Scully's arms, shoulders, and chest.  She had never felt
anything like it before, the pain was so extreme, so intense, and so
unexpected that she screamed.  "AAAAAHHHH!!!  AAAAAAHHHHH!!!  AAAAAHHHH!!!!
AAAAAHHHHH!!!  OH, MY GOD!!!!" The man walked up to her.  He cupped her
left breast in his right hand and began to massage it.  Scully was in so
much pain she almost didn't realize it was happening.  "Do you want to tell
us where Agent Mulder is now?" "I don't know, I don't know... please, I
don't know..."

   "Very well," the man said, and motioned to the woman.  Scully could feel
herself being lifted up again.  "Oh, no, oh God please no, please no please
don't please I don't know oh God, please no oh please oh nooOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!  AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Once again, she had been lifted
into the air and dropped.  This time, the pain was even more intense.  It
was so intense that Scully was afraid they had dislocated her shoulders. 
She feared that her breastbone would shatter from the force.  She hung, her
bound bare feet waving pitifully in the air, tears streaming from her face.
The man nodded to the woman and she went to the lever and flipped another
switch.  The rope loosened entirely, and Scully came flopping down onto the
floor.  Her bound naked body writhed pitifully on the floor as she
whimpered in pain.

   The man knelt before her and grabbed her red hair and forced her face to
look at his.  "Now, Agent Scully," he demanded, "tell us where Agent Mulder
is." Scully could barely see through her tears and could barely speak
through her pain.  "I don't know..." she whimpered.  The man's face
contorted in anger, and he reached behind Scully and grabbed her arms and
wrenched them back quickly.  Scully screamed as the pain tore through her
shoulders, and the pain was so sudden, and so intense, that she passed out.
The man checked over Scully's limp form.  The woman walked over as well,
and after checking her out he spoke.  "I don't see anything dislocated or
broken," he said.  "Let's let her rest for a while before we proceed."

   Chapter 4

   A bucket of cold water caused Scully to awake with a start.  Her arms
and shoulder ached horribly, but she noticed that at least her arms were no
longer bound.  As soon as her wet, naked body began to stir the man and
woman grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet.  Scully let out
an involuntary shriek of pain as her shoulders throbbed, and was unable to
resist as she was dragged across the room, her feet curled, the top of her
toes scraping along the floor.  Scully was thrown onto the narrow table. 
The man and the woman kept their hold on Scully's arms, and each one pushed
the arm they held onto the table and secured a strap around her wrist and
another one around her elbow.  Once her arms were tied, they each went to
Scully's legs, forced them apart, and strapped her ankles to straps that
came out of the corner of the table.

   They then secured another strap over each of her knees.  Next, one thin
strap was secured just under her breasts and another over her abdomen,
midway between her navel and the top of her pubic hair.  She was firmly
secured to the table, there was no escape.  Scully looked around,
absolutely filled with terror.  The woman who was torturing her rolled a
table next to her.  On the table was a hand-crank magneto, with a bunch of
wire attached.  The man walked over and they conferred briefly.  The man
then picked a handful of wires and a roll of tape and the two of them
walked over to the end of the table where Scully's bare feet were bound.

   "Come over here and hold her feet," the man asked.  Scully looked on in
horror and the woman walked over, obviously gazing lustfully at her bare
feet.  As the woman walked over, the man stripped the insulation off the
end of ten wires.  He looked at Scully, who was watching with terror.  "Ten
toes, ten wires," he said, and the two torturers laughed.  Still laughing,
the woman grabbed Scully's right foot with both her hands and held it
firmly.  The man began inserting a freshly stripped wire under each of
Dana's toenails.  As he slid each one under Scully, unable to control her
response to the pain, shrieked in agony and struggled wildly.  It took all
of the woman's strength to hold Scully's foot in place so the man could
insert the wires.  Finally, all the wires were under Scully's toenails. 
Scully looked at the man who now stood at the magneto.  "Where is Agent
Mulder, Agent Scully," the man asked, for what seemed like the millionth
time.

   "I've already told you I don't kno... oooOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!! 
AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!  AAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!!" The man started turning the crank
before Scully could even finish her answer.  Scully began screaming
hysterically as the powerfully electricity shot under her toenails.  Scully
knew that the nail beds were one of the most sensitive areas of the human
body, and she was certain that electric shocks under her nails would be
painful, but she had no conception of just how painful it actually was. 
She screamed and screamed in pain, thrashing wildly in her bonds.  Her toes
curled and tensed and wiggled as the voltage shot through them.  The man
stopped cranking, and Scully, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto the table,
breathing heavily.  And then, after a short respite, he began cranking
again.

   "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!  AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!  AAAAAAUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!" As the
powerful shocks pulsed under her toes, Scully screamed and wailed and
thrashed.  Her entire body tensed and strained, shaking with pure,
unadulterated pain.  Her fingers clenched into fists, struggling at her
bonds, and her toes clenched and twitched.  After what seemed like an
eternity to Scully, the man stopped cranking.  Scully lay pitifully on the
table, panting and gasping for breath.  She kept her eyes close, for she
feared if she saw her torturers smiling at her suffering, she might go
insane.  She kept her eyes close, waited in dread anticipation for the
fiery agony to consume her toes and bare feet again.  But it never came and
finally, she opened her eyes and saw that the man was not at the magneto,
but was sitting next to her.

   "Why are you doing this, Agent Scully?" he asked, almost
sympathetically. "What do you mean?  I told you I don't know anything," she
replied, hoping again hope she sounded believable.  He just shook his head.
"You're a doctor, Agent Scully, a doctor.  You know what's going to happen.
You know how you're going to react to the torture.  You're going to break
down and tell us everything.  You know you will.  It may take hours or it
may take days, but you will break.  You know it.  You know the human body
can only withstand so much physical pain until the mind rebels." Scully's
heart sank as she heard him speak.  "We are professionals at this." he
continued.  "I'm sure you've figured that out by now.  We're not going to
make a mistake, and we're not going to stop.  We've barely begun.  Your
pain will become greater and greater until you beg me to let you die.

   But you will not die, only go on suffering for hours and days and weeks,
until you tell us what we want to know.  I know it.  You know it.  Why not
save yourself the unbearable agony and just tell us what we want to know?"
His words were convincing, as he knew they would be.  Dana knew, in her
heart, that he spoke the truth.  Everybody breaks under torture sooner or
later.  The only ones who didn't were those who died, and her torturers
clearly were too experienced to let that happen.  For a brief second, the
thought of telling everything and escaping the pain was very appealing. 
But she couldn't betray Mulder that quickly.  She knew that eventually she
would break, but she was determined to hold out as long as she possibly
could.  Because she knew that the monsters that held her didn't have days
or weeks - shortly, Mulder would have completed his trip and be back in
Washington.  She had to hold out as long as she could, and hope that she
gave him enough time.  After all he had done for her, she owed him that. 
She looked at the man and said, for what seemed like the thousandth time,

   "I don't know... I don't know" He looked at her almost disappointedly,
and nodded to the woman.  The woman took a pair of clips clipped them onto
Scully's nipples.  Scully moaned in pain as the cruel teeth sank deeply in
the tender, burned nipples.  The woman torturer then took three more clips,
and clipped the leads on each of her cunt lips and one directly onto her
clitoris.  Scully gasped in pain and the pincers dug into her tender
genital flesh, and then moaned in misery as a metal rod and was rammed up
into her ass.  The woman attached the leads to the crank, and then started
to turn the crank.

   "NO, OH GOD NO," Scully screamed.  "OH DEAR GOD PLEEEESE NO!!!" The
woman gave a wicked evil smile, and continued turning the crank. 
"AAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIA!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!  EEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" This
pain was greater than anything she had yet experienced.  Scully screamed
like a wild woman, pulling desperately against the straps holding her fast
to the table, shrieking so loudly the entire room seemed to shake.  The
woman stopped and the man leaned in close again and whispered, "Anything to
tell us, Agent Scully?" "I can't," she coughed out, "please... no more...
no more..." The woman then started turning the crank faster and after every
10 seconds reversed the direction she was spinning it.  That increased the
current flowing through the most delicate parts of Scully's body, almost
doubling the current with every reverse of direction.

   "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Scully was in
complete and total agony.  She screamed and screamed and screamed.  Her
naked body, glistening with sweat, strained at the straps that held her
firmly to the table.  Her entire being was consumed by pain, there was
nothing else in her universe anymore.  And the woman turned that crank over
and over and over again and the pain shot through her cunt, her breasts,
her toes, her ass, and the agony was absolutely unbearable and Scully
didn't think she could possibly stand any more... And just like that, she
broke.  The scientific part of Dana Scully - the part of her that felt
almost detached from the rest of her -- seemed to watch with amazement.

   Scully knew she would break eventually, but the suddenness of it stunned
her.  She had expected to sense that she was reaching her breaking point,
and that she would try to give small hints, pieces of information, hoping
to appease her torturers without giving too much away.  But that didn't
happen.  She started screaming out the information, unable to control
herself.  She answered every question that was asked of her instantly - it
was impossible to lie or hide anything.  It was like her body took over her
mind, deciding that it had to do something to protect itself from the pain
that was being inflicted upon it.  As she was being questioned, the answers
came out almost reflexively - her body screamed out the answers before her
mind even got a chance to absorb them.  The man waved to the woman, who
stopped turning the crank.  Scully lay back on the table, panting in relief
that the pain had stopped.  The man leaned down and questioned her slowly
and calmly.  "Once again, where is Agent Mulder?"

   "HE'S ON HIS WAY TO HONG KONG!" she shrieked.  "Why is he going there?"
"He's tracking down a woman who called him about the space shuttle!" Scully
rasped.  "Who is she?" "I don't know!!  I swear I don't know!  He didn't
tell me!" "Did he give you any information that would help us track her
down?" "He said she worked for the US envoy office in Hong Kong!!  That's
all I know!!  I swear!!" "Is there any way to contact him?" "No special
way. Just his cell phone." "And where is the disk?" "We don't have it.  We
think it was stolen by Krychek, but we've been pretending we still had it."
"Where was it originally?" "It was taped on the roof of the closet in the
forensics lab.  But it's gone now." The woman looked at the man.

   "Do you think she's telling us everything?" The man nodded.  "Yes, I'm
almost certain." "Do you want me to make sure?" The man considered for a
minute.  "Yes, why not?" The man turned back to Scully.  "Anything else?"
Scully lay panting, consumed with agony and humiliated beyond words.  All
hope of resistance and bravado was gone, she now could only hope that she
had given Mulder enough time.  "No," she gasped.  "Well, then," smiled the
man, motioning to the woman who stood at the crank.  "Let's just make
sure!" Complete terror enveloped Scully as she saw the woman reach for the
crank.  "No, NO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The woman
turned the crank, and turned it faster and harder over and over again. 
Scully's screams echoed through the room and her naked body twitched and
struggled with agony and the smiling woman continued turning the crank,
continuing to send waves of agony through Scully's naked bound body until
finally excess of pain overwhelmed Scully's senses and she passed out.

   (to be continued)

   From: <darkranger@mailanon.com Subject: The X-Files -- Suffering Scully
(Part 3/4) Date: 1999/11/14 Newsgroups:
alt.sadistic,alt.torture,alt.sex.stories alt.tv.x-files.creative.mature
Warning: "Suffering Scully" contains scenes of bondage, torture, and rape.

   Chapter 5

   The phone rang and rang.  Mulder always got nervous when Scully didn't
answer her cell phone.  That didn't always mean anything - he himself
hadn't answered his phone since he spoke to Scully and then left for Hong
Kong - and he tried to reassure himself.  Deep down, he knew that he was
probably being foolish, but that didn't stop him from worrying.  Especially
now.  Mulder had a sense that this was the closest he had ever come.  That
he was so close to the truth that had been hidden for so long that he could
taste it.  And he had a feeling that those people who were the cornerstones
of the conspiracy would do anything to stop him.  And he needed to speak to
Scully.  He needed to get some information from her.  He needed to give her
an update and have her run a couple of checks.  And maybe, just maybe, he
needed to know she was OK.

   He was in Hong Kong on a dangerous search, but somehow he feared that
Scully, back in the US with those monsters that ran the consortium, was in
more danger.  And so he wanted to speak with her.  But she didn't answer
her call phone.  So he called her apartment, and got her answering machine.
He called Skinner.  He hadn't seen her.  He called Scully's mother, and
trying to sound as calm as possible, determined she hadn't seen her either.
He stared at the phone, trying to figure out who to call next, when it
rang. He answered it hurriedly.  "Scully?" he said, hopefully.  "Agent
Mulder." The voice on the other end always sent chills through Mulder when
he heard it.  Even hearing it, it was like he could smell the cigarette
smoke.  "I think you have the wrong number," Mulder joked.  "This is no
time for levity.  I have some important information about Agent Scully."
Mulder tensed.  "What do you know?" "I'll tell you, but I need to warn you
- you will need to cut your trip short."

   Chapter 6

   Scully spent the night in a small room.  They had called the consortium
on their cell phone in Scully's presence, to let her know that they had
passed the information on.  Scully wept softly that she had broken, but she
was at least comforted by the fact that she had held out for a while, and
had hopefully given Mulder enough time to finish his investigation.  Once
they finished the conversation, they gave her a slip to wear and put her in
a small room with a cot.  In addition, they gave her food and water, which
she ate and drank greedily.  Exhausted from the day's events, she fell into
a deep sleep on the cot.  When Scully awoke, she knew something was wrong.
She was flat on her back, and she couldn't move.  Picking up her head, she
saw that she was back in the torture chamber, naked, and secured once again
to the table.

   She realized that the food and water must have been drugged, which
allowed them to bring her back here.  Scully had an inner fear that they
might not let her go, but she never expected this!  "Good morning, Agent
Scully." She heard the voice of the woman near her.  The voice was
familiar. Very familiar - even more so than before.  It was like the woman
had previously spoken with an accent, or possibly even a voice enhancer, to
disguise her voice.  The man seemed to be standing back, content to watch.
The woman put a hand on Scully's round, firm, breast and lightly stroked
it. Scully had never felt so much terror in her life.  She looked up at the
woman.

   "What are you doing?" She tried desperately to hide the terror in her
voice, and to sound at least a little bit in control.  "I told you what you
wanted to know!  Let me go!" Scully once more strained against the straps,
but her body was held firmly in place.  The woman smiled down at her and
laughed.  "Oh, Dana, you're such a fool!" laughed the woman.  In Scully's
mind, she desperately tried to place the voice, now so very familiar.  But
in the panic that was quickly consuming her, she was having a hard time
figuring it out.  The woman looked at Scully and continued.  "I've got a
surprise for you!" And with that, she reached to her hair and pulled off
the blonde wig.  Under it was a hair net, and when she pulled it off a
luxurious mane of black hair fell to her shoulders.  The woman then began
to peel off a large layer of makeup and wiped it all away from her face. 
She turned to face Scully and smiled.

   Scully gasped.  "Diana," she muttered.  "Very good, Dana," Diana Fowley
said.  With that she reached out and stroked Scully's hair, but Scully
turned her head to the side to avoid her touch.  Diana laughed.  "Dana,
Dana, Dana.  Now that you know it's me, well, it's useless to hide your
fate from you, I guess.  We've got the information we want, and now I'm
going to have some fun with you now.  You see, I'm only an apprentice
torturer.  I get so few opportunities to practice.  So that was our deal
with the consortium.  We would get the information from you, and then, in
addition to a stipend, we would keep you to practice on." Scully was filled
with absolute terror as she looked at Diana.  Diana took out a soldering
iron.  Scully beheld it with horror, her eyes wide.  "This is what I'm
going to use first.  Do you know what this is?  I think you do.  Here, feel
it..." and she put the iron to Scully's face.  Scully flinched and turned
her head away, but the iron was cold against her cheek.  Her lip trembled
as she turned back, and warily looked up at her tormentor.

   "Cold, isn't it?  Well, I can assure you it won't be cold for long."
Smiling, she plugged the soldering iron in.  Scully squirmed in her bonds,
and began to softly whimper.  She looked around and could see the man,
smiling proudly at Diana.  Scully turned and saw Diana, once again, close
to her face.  Scully looked Diana directly in the eyes.  "Why are you doing
this, Diana," Scully pleaded.  "Why?  What have I done to you?  What has
Agent Mulder done to you?" Diana smiled.  "I'm doing this for Fox.  And for
me.  Fox will be rid of you - and he'll certainly be better off without
you, I'm sure he knows that.  And as for me, well, I'm just going to enjoy
this." "Enjoy?" Scully asked horrified.  "How could you enjoy this?"

   "Oh, I am going to enjoy this, Dana, I am really going to enjoy this. 
You, my lovely Dana Scully, are going to be tortured.  Slowly, painfully,
agonizingly tortured.  Yes, you are the unluckiest girl in the world. 
Truly, there is no one in the entire world who would want to be in your
place right now.  But this is your fate and you will have to endure it. 
And there is no escape.  No escape -only torture, suffering, and
excruciating pain.  And I'm going to enjoy every single moment." During
this speech, Diana stroked Scully's body.  Scully squirmed under her
tormentor's hands, and whimpered as her fate was explained.  Her terror,
which was extreme before, got even higher and higher.  Diana held the
soldering iron, now sizzling hot, over Scully's trembling body.

   "Oh, no, please....  you're not going to..  oh, please, please,
PLEASE....  AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Diana placed the iron on Scully's
breast.  She held it there for a few seconds, enough to make Scully's agony
reach its maximum.  All pretense of strength had left Scully and she
screamed and pleaded for mercy.  "On, my God, please stop, no more, please
have mercy, no more, please, please, no more, no
AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII! PLEEEEEEAAAAASE!  STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Scully had
never felt so much pain in her entire life.  The searing agony was
seemingly more than she could stand, and yet as her torturer moved the iron
to new parts of Scully's luscious, firm, body, there always seemed to be
more pain available.

   "PLEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEE!!!!!!  STOP!  OH, GOD, PLEASE STOP, STOP, OH, I
CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE, I CAN'T ..  AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIII!  NO MORE
PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE NO MORE, NO MORE, NO, NO, I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE,
PLEASE, OH PLEASE ....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII!" Smiling
with sadistic glee, Diana calmly burned Scully's breasts, holding the iron
just close enough to her nipples to let Scully beg for mercy, and then burn
them.  Diana slowly burned Scully's firm stomach, in a circle around her
perfectly shaped belly button.  Finally, she began to stroke Scully's pubic
hair.  "Oh, my God, no, no, no, no more, please God, no more," Scully
gasped.  Her throat was raw from screaming, her voice was raspy from agony.
She was bathed in sweat from her head to her toes, and was so thirsty that
her thirst was beginning to be a torture in and of itself.

   "No more, please, no more, I'll do anything, don't hurt me anymore,
please, God, don't hurt me anymore, I can't stand anymore, I can't stand
anymore..." Suddenly, her tormentor's face was close to hers.  Scully
looked up, tears streaming down her face, in complete terror at Diana who
was inflicting the unbearable pain on her, unable to gather up even the
smallest pretense of strength.  "Can't stand anymore?  You little bitch, I
haven't even started!  Haven't even started!" And with that, she grabbed
hold of Scully's pubic hairs and pulled.  Scully felt the tearing agony at
her crotch and screamed.  Her tormentor let go and brought her face close
to Scully's.  "You see?  You can stand more." The tears began to flow again
from Scully's beautiful eyes.  "Let's see how much more you CAN stand."
Diana put her hand on Scully's firm muscular thigh and pulled it open, and
placed the iron on the inner side of that beautiful, perfectly formed
thigh.

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEE." screamed Scully, excruciating agony
shooting through her body again.  Her tormentor slowly burned her on the
inside and outside of her lovely thighs, her delicately shaped knees, down
her calves.  All the while during the torture, Scully struggled wildly. 
"NO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NO MORE, NO MORE, MERCY, MERCY, I CAN'T STAND ANY MO
...  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!  PLEASE!  PLEASE, STOP HURTING ME,
STOP HURTING ME, I'LL DO ANYTHING, I'LL .. 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEE!  OH GOD, STOP, STOP, PLEASE, STOP,
NO MORE NO MORE, OH NO, NO, DON'T NOOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEAAASE, NOOOOOO, OH
GOD, PLEASE, NOOO ...  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII!" Scully
screamed, twitched and struggled, straining with all her might at the
straps that held her body firmly in position for the torturing.

   The pain was overwhelming, it shot through her body like electric shock.
Tears streamed down her beautiful face.  She could not believe what was
happening to her.  Scully lay panting on the table.  Her mind had realized
that for a few seconds, anyway, the torture had stopped.  She moaned
pitifully, as her agony consumed her.  She struggled weakly, hoping against
hope that the straps would be gone, but no such luck -- they still held for
firm, luscious body in place.  Everywhere her tormentor had burned her hurt
fiercely.  All the strength had been sapped from her.  Her body was
absolutely drenched in sweat.  Her beautiful breasts heaved with air.  She
only whimpered.  She opened her eyes, but through her tears, she saw her
torturer, as well as the man who was watching Diana perform the torture.

   "Please...  don't hurt me anymore...  please, have mercy, in the name of
God, please no more....  please, no more...  don't, please don't hurt me
anymore, I've told you everything, I'll do anything...  please, no more..."
Scully watched weakly as her torturer went the length of the table and
arrived at her beautiful, perfectly shaped feet.  She began to stroke the
sole of her lovely, gorgeous foot, tweaking each luscious toe.  Then
suddenly she grabbed the foot.  And brought the iron close to it.  "Oh, my
God, no, NO, NO, DON'T, PLEASE, OH NO OH NO, GOD, DON'T, PLEASE, NO, DON'T
..  AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIII!" The iron seared the sole of Scully's
smooth bare foot.  Scully had never felt such pain in her life.  She
strained with every ounce of energy she had in a futile effort against the
strap that held her lovely ankle firmly in place.  Her torturer carefully
moved the iron to another portion of her smooth, lovely bare foot.  Scully
looked at her through her tears, and saw her tormentor give a wicked smile
and then place the iron on her foot.

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEIIIIII!!!  PLEEAAASE! 
AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII!!  NO MORE, NO MORE, OH GOD PLEASE,
GOD, PLEASE NO MORE!  NO MORE STOP, OH PLEASE STOP, PLEA.. 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!!!" Over and over again, the iron burned the
delicate soles of Scully's bare feet.  Scully shrieked and screamed and
wailed in agony.  Then for a second the burning stopped, although Scully
could feel that Diana's fingers wrapped around her bare foot.  She then
felt fingers grab her middle toe and hold it.  Scully looked through a tear
filled gaze and saw that Diana was gazing at her held toe, and started
moving the tip of the iron towards it.  The man spoke for the first time.
"Now remember what I taught you.  Slow and steady -- push it under the
nail." Diana nodded and brought the iron to the end of Scully's toe.

   When the tip made contact it hissed loudly.  As she slowly pushed it
under Scully's toenail, Scully screamed violently, her body convulsing and
shaking.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! 
AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!" Scully went berserk straining hard against her bonds,
swinging her head from side to side, tears pouring from her eyes.  After
about fifteen seconds, Diana pulled the needle tipped iron out from under
the nail.  Scully, gulped and gurgled, unable to think clearly.  She began
to whimper in sheer agony.  "Oh, please, stop, no more, I'll do anything,
oh, please, no more, please have mercy, please, mercy please, no more, I
can't stand any more, please no more, I can't stand it..." Her voice
trailed off into sobs and gasps as she pleaded and begged for mercy.  Then
she felt her foot being stroked again.  She looked up and saw Diana with a
pair of pliers, and smiling wickedly.  "Oh, please, don't hurt me any more,
I can't stand it, please, oh God, please, no more..." Diana grabbed
Scully's foot firmly, and grasped the toe she had just burned in the grip
of the pliers and began to twist.  Unbearable agony shot through Scully's
body.

   "NOOO!  Oh NOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!  PLEEEEAAASE" she
begged, but Diana just giggled and twisted and squeezed Scully's toe until
the bone snapped with an audible crack.  Agony and pain the likes of which
she could never have dreamed about tore through Scully's body and she
screamed hideously.  Her body strained mightily against the straps, but to
no avail.  She screamed and screamed as the straps firmly held her
luscious, smooth, muscular body in place.  Scully's struggles were of no
concern to her torturer, she just continued to twist Scully's mutilated
toe.

   "OH, GOD!!  STOP!!  STOP!!  NO MORE!!  PLEEEAASE!!  Oh, God, please, no
more, no more, no mo..  AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIII! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Scully's
torturer had gone on to another toe and was using the soldering iron to
burn the toenail.  And then, after sending waves of indescribable agony
through Scully's burned toe, the pliers were back!  Diana grabbed Scully's
burned toe and, with incredible cruelty, twisted until it was broken.  The
next hour or so was spent with Diana burning Scully's toenails with the
soldering iron, and then breaking the toe she had just burned with pliers.
Scully passed out from the pain several times, but each time revived with
cold water.  Finally, all eight of Scully's smaller toes were burned and
broken.  Cold water was tossed on a now unconscious Scully.  Scully moaned,
her body consumed with agony, as she came back to consciousness.  She saw
Diana smiling at her.

   "Ready for more?" taunted Diana.  "Oh God no... please no... please no
more..." Diana held up a clamp in front of Scully's terrified eyes.  It
looked to be made steel and was about 3" high, 2" wide, and an inch thick.
It was shaped like the capital letter "G" with a threaded shaft coming down
through the top.  On the bottom of the shaft was a steel disk looking a bit
like the end of a meat-tenderizing hammer.  They were like tiny pyramids
coming to a point, probably about a dozen in all.  The other end had a
large wheel about 4" in diameter.  Through a haze, Scully could hear the
man giving directions.  "Once again, remember what I told you.  What was
that?" Diana turned to the man.  "Turn the screw by quarter turn
increments, and don't wait more than ten seconds between turns.  That way,
the victim feels the maximum amount of pain."

   "Excellent!  Proceed!!" Scully continued to whimper.  "No, please no
more please...: Ignoring Scully's pleas, Diana took the thumbscrew and
placed it over the large toenail of the big toe on Scully's left foot. 
After a few turns it had a grip on the toe.  Scully gasped noticeable at
the next quarter turn, and both torturers smiled at the sound.  Diana gave
the wheel another quarter turn.  Scully gasped ever louder in pain. 
Another quarter turn and Scully began to moan loudly.

   "No, please, oh God no....  AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Another quarter turn and
another and another brought screams of pain from Scully's throat.  By now
the spikes had pierced the large unpainted nail and were pressing into the
delicate nerve center.  Scully kept howling under the gag, not stopping for
even a second.  Diana then picked up another screw and did the same to the
big toe on Scully's right foot.  Scully wailed in pain as the screws bit
deeply into her toes.  The man and Diana then each picked up a thin pole,
and, in unison, began raining blows on the sole of Scully's bare feet.  The
searing agony of the screws on her big toes, the pain of her burned and
broken smaller toes, combined with the unbearable pain of the slashing
strokes on her delicate soles was too much for her ravaged form to bear,
and she slipped into a faint that even cold water couldn't bring her out of
right away.

   (to be continued)

   From: <darkranger@mailanon.com Subject: The X-Files -- Suffering Scully
(Part 4/4) Date: 1999/11/14 Newsgroups:
alt.sadistic,alt.torture,alt.sex.stories alt.tv.x-files.creative.mature
Warning: "Suffering Scully" contains scenes of bondage, torture, and rape.

   Chapter 7

   "Hmmmm!  Oooooooooooh!  Ahhhh!" Diana Fowley moaned in pleasure.  Her
pants were off, and she straddled Scully on the bench.  She had two hands
full of Scully's hair and was forcing Scully's face into her crotch.  When
Scully had finally awoken from the last torture session, Diana had leaned
in next to her.  "Did that hurt, Dana?" mocked the wicked woman.  Scully
panted hard.  "Please, Diana, please no more, please don't..." "What would
you do to make me stop?" "Please... I'll do anything... please, no more,
please no more..." Diana smiled.  "Here's my deal.  We've really been
turned on by working you over.  So we're going to get off.  Cooperate, and
we'll let you go.  Deal?" Scully nodded miserably.  She'd do anything -
ANYTHING - to stop the torture that ravaged her body.  The man was
overwhelmed with lust - the bulge in his pants showed that clearly.  He
spoke with a slight halt in his voice.  "Normally," the man said, "I'd say
`Ladies First.' But in this case, I'm hoping you'll let me make an
exception." "Of course," replied Diana, as Scully listened with horror.

   "Be my guest!" Scully shuddered as the man removed his pants, exposing a
hugely erect penis.  He crawled up on the table and lay on top of Scully's
bound body.  Scully could feel his breath as he panted with excitement, his
face close to hers.  He took his member in his hand and began to rub the
tip all around Scully's tender cunt and clitoris.  Scully's genitals were
still sore from the torture, and she whimpered in pain as she felt the head
of his penis rub against it.  The man then took his member and with one
strong motion, thrust it deep into her cunt.  Scully's eyes went wide, and
she let out a shriek as a rush of pain flew through her as his member
rubbed against her sore pussy.  She closed her eyes and turned her head to
the side as he continued to pump in and out, each deep thrust sending waves
of pain through Scully's tortured frame.  She bit her lip to stifle her
cries, and tears pushed their way out from her closed eyes.  His breath was
hot against her face, as she lay motionless on the table, while he thrust
and thrust and thrust, gasping in pleasure.  It seemed to Scully like the
painful rape would never end.

   He pumped harder and harder and harder and Scully's pain got greater and
greater and greater until she thought she couldn't possibly stand any more,
if he was inside her even one more second she'd go mad, but he just kept on
pumping and pumping and pumping until finally, he tensed and, consumed with
pleasure, he came deep into Scully's cunt.  He lay on top of Scully for a
few minutes, and then climbed off the table and pulled his pants back on.
Scully turned to look at Diana and saw that she had her pants off as well,
and was rubbing herself while watching Scully being raped.  She walked over
to the bound agent.  Miserable beyond words, Scully stifled her sobs when
Diana climbed on top of her.

   Diana grabbed Scully's hair and pushed her face into her crotch.  "Now,
lick me, you worthless bitch!" Scully tried to do her best, wretched beyond
belief, sticking her tongue out, trying to lick something, anything in a
desperate attempt to please her tormentor so that her torture would end. 
The idea that Scully was working so hard to give her pleasure, while she
was working so hard to inflict pain, filled Diana with so much pleasure she
was dripping cunt juices onto Scully's face.  She grabbed Scully's hair
and, yanking with all her might, rubbed the crying agent's face across her
cunt, rubbing Scully's pretty nose across her throbbing clitoris, until she
came in a massive, thundering orgasm.  Diana panted and sighed, and then
got off the table.  The man came up with her pants, and Diana quickly put
them on.  Scully lay there, Diana's cunt juices all over her mouth and
nose, gasping for breath.  But at last, she thought it was over.  Diana
leaned over Scully.  "That was nice," she said to Scully.

   "You know, there's only one thing I'd enjoy more." Diana stroked
Scully's right breast, smiling wickedly.  She massaged the smooth, firm
breast, tweaked the delicate nipple, and squeezed it.  Scully moaned in
misery as she felt the awful woman's fingers on her tender flesh.  "And
that's to continue the torture!" Scully's eyes went wide open.  "No!!  You
promised!!  You said you'd let me go!" Diana and the man both laughed
heartily.  "Yes, that's right, I said I'd let you go.  But you know what? I
lied!  Ha-ha-ha!!" Diana continued to stroke Scully's breast and she
laughed a merry, wicked, evil laugh.  Tears filled Scully's eyes and poured
down her face.  "No, no, no, no, please, no, no..." she whimpered as she
rolled her head from side to side.  "Yes," Diana laughed merrily, stroking
Scully's naked body as Scully whimpered in misery, "It's a really bad habit
I have, lying, ha-ha-ha-ha!!!" Her eyes filling with lust at Scully's
suffering, Diana stopped smiling.  She grabbed Scully's breast firmly and
Scully's eyes went wide and she looked at Diana.  Diana started smiling
again, as she picked up a sharp awl and held it in front of Scully's terror
filled eyes.  Still smiling, Diana drove the awl deep into Scully's breast.


   "OH GOD NOOOO!!!!" screamed Scully as the steel entered her tender
flesh. But Diana was relentless, over and over again, ignoring Scully's
shrieks of pain and desperate, pitiful pleas for mercy, she drove the awl
over and over again into Scully's breast, culminating by driving the awl
deep into Scully' s brown nipple.  And then, Diana reached down and pulled
out a handful of salt and started squeezing Scully's breast, rubbing the
salt deep into the puncture wounds.  "AAAAHH!!!  AAAIIEEE!!!  STOOOOOPPP!!!
OH GOD!!!!  AAAAHHH!!!  NO MORE!!!  AAAAHHHH!!!!" Scully couldn't contain
her screams, her breast absolutely was exploding with pain, and she didn't
stop screaming until Diana had finally stopped.

   Next, Diana picked up a long thin needle and slowly began to slide it
into Scully's other breast.  Scully absolutely wailed in pain and Diana
slowly, oh so slowly, slid the needle through the tender flesh.  When the
point finally exited from the other side of her breast, Scully thought she
would go insane.  Diana then removed the needle, and slowly and carefully
slid it through another part of her breast, relishing Scully's suffering.
And then another.  And then another.  Scully was going wild with the pain,
and then Diana picked up a scalpel, and sliced directly through the center
of her nipple, and then made a cross cut through her nipple.  And then, as
Scully screamed in pain and the blood poured from her opened nipple, Diana
took another handful of salt and rubbed it hard into the exposed flesh. 
The pain was so intense, and so sudden, that Scully passed out.  But cold
water brought her back, and when she awoke, the first thing she saw was
Diana's face.  Smiling, Diana went down to Scully's crotch and began to
finger her clitoris.  She reached in with her left hand and opened up her
labia, exposing the delicate clitoris.  She then took the scalpel and began
to scrape the side of Scully's clitoris.

   "AAAAAHHH!!!  AAAAHHHH!!!  NOOOOOOO!!!  OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Scully
wailed as Diana scraped the skin away from her clitoris.  Diana's face was
contorted into a sadistic leer, so full of evil that it was almost beyond
belief.  She scraped the skin away from Scully's clitoris, and then, using
the soldering iron, burned it.  The pain of the searing iron on her ravaged
clitoris was too much for Scully and she fainted.  But cold water brought
her back to the Hell she was in.  For the next hour, Diana slowly and
carefully scraped away Scully's clitoris.  She would burn the delicate
organ, and then, using the scalpel, carefully scrape away the exposed skin
and flesh.  Scully's screams exceeded anything that she had ever
experienced before in her life - she fainted six more times from the pain,
and each time, she was revived and Diana continued her hideous work. 
Finally, Scully's clitoris was completely removed, and Diana stanched the
final flow of blood with the soldering iron.  Scully had lost control of
everything.  She had completely lost control of her senses; the pain, the
agony, the indescribable suffering consumed her.  She screamed in agony,
screamed for mercy, screamed so loud and long that she felt her throat
might rip into shreds.  Scully's pretty face was contorted in pure
suffering, the tears coming almost like a waterfall from her once bright
eyes.  Diana stood back and drank in Scully's voluptuous agony.  She turned
to the man and smiled.  He smiled back and nodded.  Diana picked up a
hammer and went to Scully's twitching, struggling hands.  WHAM!!  Diana
brought the hammer down onto Scully's fingers.

   WHAM!  WHAM!  Two more times the hammer flew down, smashing the helpless
agent's fingers.  Scully struggled and wailed even more, trying to
desperately escape this new torture.  WHAM!  WHAM!  WHAM!  Diana merrily
smashed almost all of the fingers on both of Scully's hands.  She then
tossed the bloody hammer away and picked up a blowtorch.  She waited for
Scully to calm down so she could appreciate the next torture.  It took a
while, but finally, Scully's screams began to subside, and she lay in her
bonds, writhing and moaning pitifully.  To anyone with a heart, the sight
and sound of Scully would have melted them into pity.  But to Diana, it
only filled her with more sadistic lust.  She turned on the gas from the
torch and lit it.

   Smiling, Diana went to Scully's bare feet.  Her feet were still lovely,
and although Scully's toes were still swollen from the previous torture,
they were nowhere near as bad as they were just after the torments were
inflicted.  As Diana brought the torch close to Scully's naked feet, Scully
moaned in her bonds, rolling her head from side to side, whimpering raspy
pleas for mercy.  "No more... please no more... please... please...
please..." Scully spoke to no one in particular, only a desperate hope that
someone would hear her pleas.  Diana wanted Scully to know what was
happening to her.  "Dana," she said, "Dana!  Open you eyes and take a
look!" Slowly, Scully opened her eyes.  She slowly lifted her head up and
looking past her mutilated breasts, she saw Diana by her bare feet, holding
the torch, and smiling.  Scully's eyes went wide with absolute terror as
Diana brought the torch near her toes.

   "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! 
AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Diana had moved the torch and was sending the hot flame
directly onto Scully 's tender toes.  Scully desperately moved her foot
away, but Diana grabbed Scully's delicate foot in her left hand and used
the torch on the tops of Scully's toes, on the pads of her toes, and on the
tips of her toes.  Once Diana had burned Scully's toes, she then used the
torch on the rest of Scully's naked foot, burning and burning until what
was once a lovely, delicate bare foot was now a black, charred mass of
burning flesh.  The smell of burned flesh filled the room, and Diana
breathed it in deeply and sighed happily.  Scully was absolutely insane
with pain.  She wailed and thrashed and wailed and thrashed.  She continued
to thrash and wail as Diana delivered the same treatment to Scully's other
foot, slowly turning that foot into a charred mass of flesh as well.  But
Scully's torment was far from over.

   Using the torch, Diana burned stripes of searing agony across Scully's
thighs, her stomach, her legs, and her arms.  She then turned the torch
directly onto Scully's mutilated breasts and slowly burned them into two
black mounds.  And then, with the smell of Scully's burned flesh filling
the room and Scully's screams almost shaking the walls with their volume,
she turned the torch directly into Scully's crotch and sent the flame
roaring into her genitals.  And then, finally, mercifully, complete and
utter agony overcame her and Scully passed out into a dead faint.  They
threw cold water on Scully's face to wake her up, but to no avail.  The man
then took up a bottle of ammonia and soaked a towel with it and held it in
front of Scully's nose and, after about fifteen seconds, she began to stir.
Diana reached over and grabbed Scully by two handfuls of hair.  "Wake up,
bitch," she screamed, shaking Scully's head by the hair she held tightly,

   "WAKE UP BITCH!!!  I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!!!" Scully stirred, ever so
slightly, slowly regaining consciousness.  As soon as Diana saw this, she
picked up a steel poker and held it with both hands.  Scully could barely
see through her tears and could barely even think.  But she saw Diana
approach her with the poker and, with what she assumed was going to be her
last cognizant word, muttered, so softly that almost nobody could hear, one
single word.  "Please..." And then all rational thought left her.  Diana
swung the poker and struck her square in the stomach.  She then swung the
poker and struck her thighs and shins over and over, smashing Scully's
bones.  She swung directly into Scully's burned chest, smashing Scully's
rib cage.

   And then she swung once directly into Scully's face, smashing her teeth,
cracking her cheekbone, and shattering her jaw.  Diana stood back, panting
and sweating as she watched Scully twitch and gurgle.  Full of power and
lust, she prepared to deliver the final blow that would end Dana Scully's
life when she paused.  Diana's FBI training and years of experience came in
handy, because she heard the sound far before the man did.  And after years
of training she knew what it was.  She turned to the man, who had been
dutifully watching.  She could see the huge bulge in his pants, and knew
how excited he was.  She smiled at him.  "Would you like to deliver the
final blow?" The man flushed with excitement.  It had been hard for him to
watch the final torture of the beautiful FBI agent and not participate, but
he had agreed to it and was intent on keeping his word.

   "Yes, I would love to!" the man exclaimed.  Diana smiled and handed him
the poker.  The man held it up, brandishing it, relishing the feel of the
metal in his hands.  He walked next to Scully, lifted the poker high above
her squirming body and then... WHAM!  The door flew open and in flew a man
in a trench coat, brandishing a gun.  "Freeze!!  FBI!" The torturer stood
over Scully, the poker still in his hands.  His eyes were wide with
amazement.  He was absolutely stunned.  He turned to look for Diana, but
she was gone.

   She had heard Mulder's entrance into the outer room, and sneaked out a
side door as soon as she had given away the poker.  Agent Mulder had fully
intended to rescue Scully and capture the people who held her.  But when he
got a look at Scully's ravaged, burned, bloody body, and the man standing
over her with the poker, he completely lost control.  BLAM!  BLAM!  BLAM!
BLAM!  BLAM!  BLAM!  He fired at the man, emptying his gun into him.  The
man collapsed to the floor, dead.  Mulder ran to Scully, and almost vomited
when he saw the extent of her injuries.  With his cell phone, he called the
local police, the FBI, and an ambulance.  He then knelt next to Scully and
wept until they all arrived.

   Chapter 8

   Scully lay on the hospital bed, almost entirely enveloped in bandages
and plaster.  Mulder sat next to her, as he spent much of his time, simply
watching her lay there.  After the tip from the Cigarette Smoking Man, he
had caught the next flight back from Hong Kong and immediately tracked down
where Scully was being held.  From the information given him by the
Cigarette Smoking Man, he was able to identify that the man who was holding
Scully was a doctor named Maxwell Hoffman, who the CIA had used for years
against foreign insurgents.  Once he had that piece of information, he was
able to track down the man and was able to save Scully.  Mulder wished that
he had been able to control himself, since the information that Dr. 
Hoffman could have given him was extremely valuable, but he couldn't say
that he was unhappy that he had killed the sick bastard that did this to
his partner.  When Scully was first brought to the hospital, the doctors
were amazed at the extent of her injuries.  Even more so was the fact that
none of her injuries were, in and of themselves, life threatening.

   Even experienced emergency room doctors, who thought they had seen
everything, were sickened by the extent of the torture inflicted on her. 
Assistant Director Walter Skinner, Mulder and Scully's supervisor, arrived
soon after Scully and promised that the Bureau would spare no expense to
see that Scully got the best care.  Her first trip to the operating room
lasted 14 hours.  There was so much to be done, the doctors almost didn't
know where to begin.  But these doctors were good.  They managed to set
Scully's broken hands and fingers, although it did require inserting
several pins.

   They also managed to set Scully's broken cheek and jaw, and a dentist
was able to file Scully's broken teeth down so that they would be able to
accept caps later on.  It took a lot of work, but the doctors were able to
save one of Scully's feet, although the other one needed to be amputated.
Additionally, they were able to take care of Scully's burned genitals,
opening her urethra and vagina.  They saved as much of her breasts as
possible.  The long-term prognosis was better than anyone could have
possibly expected.  Once she started to feel better, they would fit her
with a prosthetic foot, and she would only end up a slight limp.  The
plastic surgeons looked her over and felt certain that they could put
repair her breasts with implants.

   And once the damage to her face was healed and her broken teeth capped,
she' d look pretty good, especially considering what she'd gone through. 
But the scars that worried Mulder, and the doctors and the others, were the
ones that weren't on the outside.  Mulder could only imagine what Scully
had gone through enduring such horrific treatment.  When she was brought
in, she was in deep shock, and so the doctors induced a coma early on to
keep her asleep so she could begin the long, slow healing process.  Now,
after three days, they had stopped the medication to see if she would come
out of it.  The soft beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the
room as Mulder sat in his rumpled suit, watching Scully breathe.  And when
Scully's eye flickered, he almost didn't notice it.  "Scully?" Mulder
asked, not daring to hope.

   "Mmmm..." A low moan came from Scully, and Mulder smiled.  She was
awake! And he could tell, from the look in her eyes, that she saw him!  He
quickly pressed the call button and leaned back as the doctors and nurses
came in to check on their now awake patient.  All the news the doctors had
to tell Mulder was good.  Scully was apparently awake and aware of her
surroundings.  The casts and bandages that, for all intents and purposes,
covered her entire body from head to toe, made it impossible for her to
move, and her set jaw prevented her from speaking or making any real sounds
other than moans or grunts.  The healing process would be long, hard, and
painful, followed by physical and operational therapy, and well as probably
long sessions with a therapist, but Mulder knew that if anybody could do
it, it was Scully.  And he was certain of one thing - he'd be with her all
the way.  He leaned over Scully and smiled.

   "You look good, kid," he joked, and she beamed up at him.  She wished
she could tell him how grateful she was, how happy she was to see him.  But
she figured there'd be plenty of time for that.  "I'm going to go home and
get some rest," he continued.  "You should do the same.  I'm going to leave
somebody here with you, somebody who's watched over you while you were
first here." Scully heard the clicking of heels on the hospital floor - she
wished she could have turned her head to see who was walking in.  She
wondered how many people cared for her while she lay there unconscious. 
She wanted to be able to thank everybody who cared for her.  And then she
saw who it was.  Diana Fowley smiled down at her, and as soon as Scully saw
who it was, she began to tremble and shake.  She completely lost control of
her bladder and bowels, and if she hadn't been catheterized and had an
enema while unconscious she would have soiled her bandages.  She shook,
visibly shook with terror at the sight of Diana, and tried to speak but
only muffled sounds came out of her.  Mulder turned back into the room. 
"Is she trying to say something?" Diana, of course, knew exactly what
Scully was trying to say.

   "She's just saying goodbye, Fox," lied Diana.  "Now, go get some rest so
you can come see her early in the morning." Mulder smiled, said one final
goodbye to Scully and walked out the door.  Diana waited until she saw
Mulder go into the elevator.  She then went to the window and watched his
car drive away.  And then she turned back to Scully, who was still shaking
with terror at the very sight of Diana.  "Now, Dana," cooed Diana, "I think
we have some unfinished business to attend to, now don't we? 
Unfortunately, we can't have quite as much fun as I would have normally
liked to, but I think we can make sure that the end result is the same."
With that, she took out a syringe that was filled with a clear liquid.  She
held it before Scully's eyes, eyes that were wide with terror.  "Oh, Dana!
Maybe I'll just stick this needle right into you eye," Diana whispered,
holding the point of the needle only a few inches from Scully's quivering,
tearing eye.  "Wouldn't that be fun?" But she then took the needle away and
looked down at Scully disappointedly.

   "But that would be too obvious, wouldn't it?  So, let's just take care
of you now," laughed Diana, as she went to inject the contents of the
syringe into Scully's intravenous tube.  Tears continued to seep out of
Scully's terrified eyes as she watched Diana, and then... PHHT!  PHHT! 
PHHT!  Three bullets, the sound of the gunshots muffled by a silencer,
ripped through the air.  Three bloody spots appeared on Diana's outfit. 
She looked down at the wounds, stunned.  She looked at Scully, and then
back at the shooter.  And then she collapsed to the ground.  Scully looked
as far to the side as she could, desperate to see who the shooter was.  She
wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks or not - after all, this was
the first time she had seen him with a cigarette in his mouth.  "Take care
of her," the Cigarette Smoking Man said to the two men who accompanied him.
They wrapped Diana in a sheet and took her out of the room.  He then looked
down at Scully, who looked up at him, eyes wide in amazement.  "Get well,
Agent Scully," the Cigarette Smoking Man said.  "Agent Mulder needs you."
And he walked out, leaving Scully amazed, stunned, and confused.

   Epilogue

   The elder man looked at the Cigarette Smoking Man.  "And is everything
under control?" The Cigarette Smoking Man took a long drag from the
cigarette.  "Yes, indeed.  Agent Fowler and Doctor Hoffman have been
eliminated.  The contact in the consulate has been identified and
neutralized.  We are in the process of tracking down Krychek and should
retrieve the tape shortly." "And Agent Mulder?" "He discovered nothing. 
And now, he should be consumed with helping his partner rehab.  He
shouldn't be any bother to us for a while." "And how is Agent Scully?"
"She's as fine as could be expected.  Her recovery will be long and hard,
as we had hoped.  It couldn't have worked out better.  Both of them will be
out of our hair while she recovers.  My plan worked perfectly." A voice
came from one of the men.  "It was risky - she knows we were involved."

   "It was necessary," the Cigarette Smoking Man retorted strongly, taking
another drag on the cigarette.  "They would have known we were involved
anyway.  Now, I'm the individual who saved Scully.  Everything we did set
me up as an unwilling participant.  One who would risk the wrath of all of
you.  In doing that, I've earned their trust." All the men in the room
looked at him.  "After all," the Cigarette Smoking Man said, taking yet
another draw from the cigarette, "How can I betray their trust if I don't
have it?" The smoke from his cigarette hung low in the room as all everyone
in the room nodded in agreement, and admiration.