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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 2
Trudi stared at the clock above the classroom door, willing the
second hand to click one more time. It had already been one of the
longest days of her life, spent trying to ignore the stares and giggles
of the students who had heard rumors about the incident at the Road
Pantry and trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say to
Gene, and it was still only 2:59 pm.
There had been plenty of time to reflect on the incident during
the past two days, since she had been grounded - confined to her room
with no phone privileges. Her mother had even kept her out of school
and stayed home from work to keep an eye on her yesterday. Her face
flushed with shame as she remembered the horrified look on her mothers
face when she had arrived to pick her up late Saturday night at the
police station. It had taken hours of tearful screaming and yelling on
Trudi's part before her mother had even begun to consider the
possibility that she had been put under some kind of spell, and if the
guy from the FBI hadn't called Trudi might still be in her room.
The funny thing was this: not all of her feelings about the
incident were negative. Not by a long shot. Whenever she tried to
concentrate on what had happened, the feelings of guilt were soon pushed
aside by memories of the incredible sexual feelings she had experienced.
Although she clearly remembered being sexually aroused, the specifics of
what had happened were fuzzy - she could only recall little bits and
pieces, like tiny, vivid flashbacks. Putting her lips around Vince's
cock for the first time and being startled by its warmth. The intense
look of animal pleasure on Vince's face while he was fucking her. The
truth was, Trudi felt that a whole new world had opened up for her, and
she suspected that life was going to be a lot more interesting from now
on.
However, for now she still had to deal with the considerable
negative fallout. At the moment, her greatest concern was her boyfriend
Gene. Her mother hadn't even let her call him to let him know what had
happened, so God knows what he was thinking. A queasy knot formed in
her stomach at the thought of Gene hearing all the nasty rumors going
around school. Just my luck, she thought. I'm finally ready for sex,
and my boyfriend is probably going to dump me.
The clock performed its double click, and the bell signifying the
end of another school day at Hallville High rang out joyously,
interrupting the teacher's half-hearted attempt to explain the quadratic
equation for what seemed like the hundredth time that year.
Trudi grabbed her already-packed knapsack and headed for the door,
ignoring the shouted last-second homework instructions that she usually
copied down religiously. She had bigger problems to deal with than
algebra homework, she thought to herself as pushed her way out the door.
Maybe Gene hadn't heard the stories yet and she could do some damage
control.
Figuring that looking her best wouldn't hurt, she was wearing a
short green skirt which accentuated her long, slender legs, and a tight
white t-shirt which showed off her high, round breasts. As she half-
walked, half-ran down the hall she was oblivious to the many admiring
glances that came her way, not all of them from students.
While she was standing in front of her locker, she suddenly heard
Amy Archer calling her name. She groaned inwardly - for once she didn't
feel like talking to her best friend.
"Trudiiiii..... I can't believe it! Where have you been all day!
Oh my God, is it true? You are such a slut! You are such a bad girl!
I want to hear everything, and I mean everything!" This was delivered
in an urgent hiss.
Amy's cute, perfectly made-up face was suffused with a combination
of delight and awe. Nothing impressed her more than wanton sexual
escapades, and she had been diligently trying to impart this outlook on
life to Trudi for months. Now it seemed like all her work had paid off.
At least she had the sense to keep her voice down.
"Yes it's true, but it's not like it sounds. Oh God Amy, can we
talk about it later? I've got to find Gene - have you seen him?"
Although Amy thought that Gene was kind of boring, and that
having a steady boyfriend cramped ones style, she had the decency to
look concerned.
"No, I haven't seen him today. Haven't you talked to him?"
"I think he's avoiding me," said Trudi. She slammed her locker
shut and headed for the exit, Amy in tow. "Maybe I can catch him in the
parking lot."
Amy could see that her best friend was near to tears, and she felt
a stab of real sympathy. She and Trudi were extremely close, so close,
in fact, that Amy was starting to have some feelings for her that went
beyond friendship. Not that she was planning to say anything to Trudi
about it, of course.
As they went out the side exit into the parking lot, Trudi saw
Gene walking toward his blue Camaro, which was parked in its usual spot
at the back of the lot. After promising Amy that she would call her as
soon as she could, Trudi ran after him, reaching the car just as he was
about to get in.
"Gene, wait! I've got to talk to you...please..."
Gene stood with the open car door between them, a mixture of
emotions fighting for control of his face. He was a thin young man with
a pale face and thick black hair. Although he was actually rather good
looking, he was very quiet and reserved by nature, and he had spent his
three years of high school on the fringes of the social scene. Asking
out a pretty and popular girl like Trudi had been totally out of
character for him, and he now had the sneaking suspicion that he had
been made a fool of.
"I was worried about you," he said finally.
"Thanks... I'm all right, I guess. Have you heard all the
stories?"
"You might say that. Hard to believe, though." The expression on
his face said that he believed it all too well.
"Let's drive somewhere and talk about, OK? I know what you must
be thinking, but I really didn't cheat on you. I mean, I sort of did
but I really didn't."
A gust of wind ruffled Genes hair as he stood motionless staring
at Trudi. Then a clap of thunder, very close, made them both flinch.
"Come on Gene - it's going to rain. Besides, don't you think I
deserve the chance to at least try and explain?"
Gene glanced up at the sky, which had grown ominously dark, and
finally relented.
"OK, get in."
Trudi quickly jumped into the passenger seat and tossed her
knapsack into the back of the Camaro. Gene turned the key and the car
roared to life, emitting a cloud of blue smoke from the tailpipe. After
two deafening backfires, the engine settled down to a angry, vibrating
rumble.
"Car's running great, sweetie."
Gene grunted something about the carburetor as he pulled out of
the lot. The first drops of rain began spattering against the
windshield as they headed north, away from the center of town. Trudi
collected her thoughts and was about to speak when Gene broke the
silence.
"Your mom called me yesterday and told me what happened. She said
somebody hypnotized you or something, and made you... do things with
your boss right there in the store. Is that what happened?"
"My MOM called you?"
"Yep. She said you were grounded but that she didn't want me to
hear about it from the kids at school. Pretty cool of her, actually."
Trudi felt a rush of gratitude towards her mother, who she would
have gladly strangled a few times during the past two days.
"I was hypnotized, Gene, I swear. It was the weirdest fucking
thing that's ever happened to me. I didn't want it to happen, but I
couldn't stop myself."
Gene looked over at her and his expression softened. "OK, I just
wanted to hear it from you. I believe you, Trudi. I just want to hear
exactly what happened."
Tears of relief came to TrudiÕs face. "I'll tell you everything I
remember, but it's all just jumbled up images. It's like waking up and
trying to remember a weird dream you were having."
As they drove through the increasingly heavy rain, Trudi related
everything she could remember about the incident. She was basically
truthful, although she didn't tell him how much she had enjoyed the sex.
When she finished, Gene looked over a her, but before he could speak a
sheet of heavy rain splattered against the windshield and drummed on the
roof, cutting the visibility down to almost zero. Gene pulled off the
highway onto a muddy dirt road and parked under a tree. They sat there
for a few minutes listening to the rain pounding on the car and watching
the sheets of water running down the windows.
"Just like being in the car wash," said Trudi.
Gene had a thoughtful look on his face. "So you and that guy
Vince did all the things we didn't do yet," he said with a rueful smile.
Trudi smiled back at him. He seemed to be taking this much better
than she had ever expected. She slid over next to him on the seat and
kissed his cheek.
"But I hardly remember it, sweetie. And you believe me when I say
that I didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Instead of answering, Gene kissed her softly on the lips. Trudi
closed her eyes and returned the kiss, making it last. What started out
as a kiss of forgiveness slowly turned more passionate. Trudi opened
her mouth and felt Genes tongue meet hers, and she slid her hand around
the back of his neck to pull him even closer. She felt his warm hand
rubbing her back, and she twisted slightly, offering her breast.
As he cupped her breast she leaned forward, pressing it firmly
into his hand, and she felt her nipple harden and push against his palm
through her bra and thin t-shirt. Gene began rubbing his palm across
her nipple, and she moaned and bit his lower lip gently.
"That feels so good."
Gene looked at her searchingly. This was about as far as they had
gone in the past, and many a mild argument had started at this point.
Trudi made a sudden decision. Taking her hand from behind Genes neck,
she slowly trailed it down his chest and then let it settle in his lap.
She immediately felt the bulge of his incipient erection, and she gave
it a gentle squeeze.
"Well, what have we here?"
"Someone I've been dying to have you meet."
Trudi giggled. "Is that right? Well maybe it's time I got
acquainted with the little fellow."
"Hey, watch who you call little."
She unzipped his fly and carefully worked his cock out of his
jeans. It increased in size before her eyes, like one of those time-
lapse films of plants growing.
"I think he likes you," said Gene.
"Mmmm, I think it's mutual." Trudi examined his cock closely. It
was about as long as Vince's, but not as thick. She ran her finger
gently up and down from the tip to the base, exploring its topography
and texture. "Looks yummy," she thought to herself. Gene shuddered and
stifled a gasp.
"That tickles, Trude!"
"Aww, poor baby." Trudi was having fun now - this time she was in
control. She gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist and began
working it around in slow circles. Gene groaned appreciatively.
"That's more like it."
Trudi squirmed around on the seat without letting go, tucking one
leg underneath her and ending up so that they were almost face to face.
As she continued to play with his cock, Gene slid his hand under her
shirt and squeezed her breasts through her bra.
"It unhooks in front."
Gene didnÕt need any further encouragement. He opened the clasp
with creditable dexterity considering the circumstances, and lifted the
bra upwards, releasing her breasts. As he kneaded and stroked them
hungrily, Trudi noticed that his breathing had become noticeably
heavier.
Trudi was rather proud of her breasts, and she was feeling sooo
horny. Impulsively, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and removed
her bra. Gene let out a long sigh of appreciation.
"God, Trude, those are beautiful. You're beautiful." He smiled
at her. "You look like a mermaid."
Trudi looked down at her green skirt and giggled. She rotated her
torso back and forth, causing her tits to swing back and forth in a
gentle arc.
"Glad you like them."
Gene leaned his head forward and caught one of her breasts with
his mouth. He sucked gently, pulling in the nipple and then swirling
around it with his tongue.
Trudi caught her breath. "Ohhhh, that feels good.... don't stop."
"I won't if you won't," came the muffled reply.
Trudi suddenly realized that she had been neglecting her new
friend, and she grabbed it again and gave it a healthy squeeze. Gene
responded by gently biting her nipple, which sent a jolt of pleasure
shooting through her body. She could feel her pussy opening up like a
flower, and she knew her panties must be getting damp.
After a few minutes, Gene groaned and lifted his head.
"Trude, I really think I'm gonna come... is that OK?"
Trudi looked down at his cock. The head had turned a darker red
color, and it glistened with a sheen of moisture, which had also coated
her hand.
She lifted her hand to her mouth licked her palm. The taste was
salty, and not at all unpleasant. Suddenly, a vivid image of her
kneeling in front of Vince with his cock filling her mouth flashed into
her mind. For a second, she could actually feel every detail, down to
the sensation of her bare knees pressing on the cold linoleum floor, and
then the image was gone.
"Trude, baby, all it would take is a little more stroking..."
Genes voice had a ragged note of desperation in it.
Trudi remembered what Amy had told her about men's needs, and she
suddenly felt sorry for him.
"I can do better than that," she whispered, looking into his eyes.
Before she could chicken out, she lowered her head down into his
lap and closed her mouth around the head of his cock. Gene groaned and
bucked his hips upward, driving himself all the way to the back of her
throat and making her gag. Amy had warned her about that, too.
"This is my first real blow job, Gene, so sit still."
"Oh God...I'll try."
Trudi returned to work, and after a few awkward moments she was
able to synchronize the bobbing of her head with Gene's hip movements.
She could hear animal groaning noises from Gene over the slick slurping
sounds from her own mouth, and she realized for the first time what a
privilege it was to be able to give someone so much pleasure. "I could
definitely learn to enjoy this," she thought to herself.
"UUUUNNNNHHHHH...."
Suddenly she felt jets of thick fluid hitting the back off her
throat, and her mouth filled with a hot, salty taste. She gagged as
she reflexively swallowed some of it, but she managed to keep going
until he was done. For a few seconds they just sat there, breathing
heavily and listening to the rain beating on the roof of the car.
"I'm sorry Trude - I should have warned you when I was going to
come."
Trudi giggled. "Nah, that would have just made me nervous. How
was it - did I do OK?" As if she didn't know.
Gene kissed her. "It was incredible."
"Good. You owe me one, then." She managed to wriggle out of her
panties without taking off her skirt, and then she climbed into his lap
facing away from him and spread her legs to either side of his. Taking
one of his hands in her own, she put it on her thigh and slid it
upwards.
"Make me come," she whispered, leaning her head back on his
shoulder and closing her eyes.
A shudder ran through her body as Genes finger brushed tentatively
against her pussy. Slowly, he began to explore this foreign anatomical
territory, first rubbing his hand gently up and down her whole pussy and
then finally putting a fingertip into the wet, slippery slot between
her pussy lips. Trudi had done this to herself countless times, but
Gene's fingers were bigger and rougher, and somehow the experience was
completely different. One second it would start to feel good, and then
the next second it would just tickle, and she would have to stifle a
giggle. Every time Gene's finger bumped accidentally against her clit,
Trudi felt a spasm in her upper thighs which was a familiar precursor to
an orgasm. However, Gene was too gentle and tentative to bring her all
the way to orgasm, and after a few minutes she was getting a little
frustrated.
"Rub right here," she said, guiding his middle finger to her clit.
Gene felt the little nub under his fingertip and figured out what
to do immediately. Soon Trudi was grinding her ass into Gene's lap and
groaning as Gene rubbed her little love button. After all the foreplay,
Trudi felt like a rubber band stretched to the limit. She felt the
little tickle deep in her groin that signaled an oncoming orgasm, and
almost immediately the wave of pleasure ripped its way through her body,
more intense than she had ever felt before.
"OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD....!" Was that her shrieking? Gene was so
startled he almost stopped, and she pressed her hand down on his, making
him keep up the stimulation. Aftershocks ran through her body for
several more seconds and then she collapsed limply back against her
boyfriend.
"That's the magic spot, sweetie."
"Jeez, I guess so. Are you OK, Trude?"
"Mmmmmm, I'm great." She just wanted to sit here in his lap and
sleep for a few minutes. A she started to drift off, she wondered idly
whether her mother would be mad at her for being late. Suddenly her
eyes flew open.
"Oh shit! I totally forgot! Two FBI agents are coming to our
house to talk to me about what happened. Can you take me home quick?"
"For you, anything."
She scrambled to put her clothes back on as Gene turned the car
around and headed back towards town.
***********************
Mulder and Scully cruised slowly along a quiet residential street
lined with small houses. "I think it must be that one," said Scully,
pointing to a small ranch. Mulder squinted through the rain-soaked
window and was able to verify the address.
He pulled into the gravel driveway behind an old Honda Civic and
killed the engine. The house was in need of a fresh coat of paint, but
the yard was in good condition and there were neatly-tended flower beds
along the front and on either side of the drive.
Avoiding the large puddles in he driveway, they went up to the
front porch and knocked on the door, and after a short wait a blonde
woman in her late 30s answered.
"Mrs. Bowman? I'm Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI, and this is my
partner, Dana Scully. We spoke on the phone yesterday."
"Yes, of course - I was expecting you. Please come in."
She looked a bit embarrassed as she seated them on a well-worn
couch in the living room.
"I'm afraid Trudi isn't home yet... I don't know what's keeping
her. She should be here soon."
Dana smiled at her reassuringly. "That's all right, Mrs. Bowman.
We're not in any rush."
"Is that Trudi?" asked Mulder, indicating a large photograph over
the mantle. The picture was of a stunning young woman with long, brown
hair and a friendly smile, and it took him a few seconds to recognize
the girl from the videotape.
"Yes, that's her school picture from last year, before she cut her
hair and started dressing like a tramp," replied Mrs. Bowman with a
smile that took the sting from her words. "She's still a good girl,
though. An A student, even with an after-school job."
"She's beautiful," said Dana truthfully. "How is she handling
this whole situation?"
"Well, I think her main concern is with her boyfriend - she was
worried about trying to explain things to him today at school. When I
was in high school this sort of thing could ruin a girl's reputation,
but Trudi assures me that she's going to be seen as much 'cooler' now."
"Kids today are certainly more sexually active than they were,"
agreed Mulder. "But we were under the impression that maybe in a
conservative town like Hallville there would be more of a backlash
against her.
"Well, the parents may be conservative, but the kids apparently
aren't."
Scully had the feeling they were missing something here. "Why do
you say that, Mrs. Bowman?"
She looked a bit surprised. "You haven't heard about the teenage
pregnancy problem here?"
"No, we haven't," replied Dana, feeling a twinge of excitement.
"We just arrived in Hallville today."
"Oh, I see. Well, there was a newspaper article in the local
paper a few weeks ago - the Hallville Courier - saying that the teenage
pregnancy rate had gone through the roof in the last six months. Nine
girls from a high school with only 600 students."
Mulder had an intent, tight-lipped expression. "So this is common
knowledge around town, then?"
"Oh yes, there was big uproar, calls for teachers to be fired,
even a town meeting Trudi and I went to. What a fiasco that was.
Someone made the suggestion that the police start patrolling the local
make-out spots, and then a guy from the Hallville police department got
up and gave a condescending speech about how kids would be kids, and
that the only solution was to make sure that they had condoms. I
remember thinking that it could never happen to Trudi," she added with a
rather wistful smile.
Scully spoke for both of them. "We talked to the Hallville police
earlier today and they didn't say anything about this."
Mrs. Bowman shook her head in confusion. "I would think that this
would be relevant to your investigation, certainly. It occurred to me
right away that if someone forced Trudi to do things against her will,
that maybe the same thing happened to those other girls."
"We'll have another chat with Chief Schroeder first thing
tomorrow," said Mulder grimly.
"Maybe you could tell me more about what you think might have
happened to Trudi?" asked Mrs. Bowman.
Scully glanced at Mulder and then back at Mrs. Bowman. She got
the impression of an intelligent, stable woman.
"We are part of a small task force within the FBI whose purpose is
to investigate unexplained phenomena," she began. "The incident
involving your daughter matches a pattern of other reported incidents in
our files. The only reasonable explanation for these incidents is that
a person or persons is using some sort of mind control to make people
act in ways that they usually wouldn't."
She then summarized the incident at the Baltimore restaurant.
When she was finished, Mrs. Bowman looked doubtful.
"So you think that there might be someone with... unnatural
powers attacking people in Hallville? I know it explains what has been
happening, but I thought that psychic abilities like that had been
disproven by science."
Mulder shook his head. "The lack of scientific evidence doesn't
disprove anything. Our experiences over the last three years have shown
us that there are plenty of things out there that science hasn't
explained yet."
A loud bang caused them all to jump. Mrs. Bowman laughed.
"Trudi must be home. That was her boyfriends car backfiring."
A few seconds later Trudi came in, looking a bit disheveled but
cheerful.
"Trudi, these are Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder."
Mulder sized up Trudi as he shook her hand. She had a bit of the
colt-like physical awkwardness that was common in teenagers, but she
seemed remarkably mature as she greeted him and Scully and took a seat
across from them. And, of course, she was very attractive. He had a
hard time keeping his eyes from straying to the front of her damp t-
shirt where it clung to her firm young breasts.
Scully summarized their previous conversation for Trudi as she
made her own assessment of the girl. She too was impressed by Trudi's
self-composure, but what struck Scully was her beauty. If someone was
preying on teenage girls, it was no surprise that Trudi was a target.
"If you feel up to it, we would like to go through the incident
again in as much detail as you can remember," she said to Trudi. "I
know it will be difficult for you," she added apologetically.
Trudi was still giddy from having sex with Gene, and she was
worried that the FBI agents could somehow sense this. She looked over
at them nervously, trying to size them up. She had been expecting
expressionless men in blue suits and sunglasses who would interrogate
her like she had done something wrong. But these two seemed friendly
and sympathetic, especially the woman. And the man was actually very
cute - was his name really Fox?
"At first I hardly remembered anything at all," she began, trying
to collect her thoughts. "But over the past few days I've been getting
these weird flashbacks, where I'll suddenly remember one little part of
what happened really clearly. But most of it is still just a blank."
"That's a very common symtom of someone who is recovering a
repressed memory," said Mulder. He was becoming more and more certain
that they were on the right track. "If you continue to work at it, you
may eventually be able to remember the whole incident."
"Do you remember how you felt when you were participating in the
sexual acts?" asked Scully. "Afraid, confused, guilty?"
Trudi bit her lip nervously. What would they think if she told
them the truth? Something in Agent Scully's eyes told her that she
would understand.
"No, not really," she said. "I remember being very, uh, aroused,
you know? Like all of a sudden all I could think about was sex. And
then when the guy told me to do stuff with Vince, it was like I wanted
to do it anyway and there seemed no reason not to."
Mulder nodded. "It sounds like he somehow was able to focus in on
your libido and amplify your sexual urges." He thought for a few
seconds. "I know this is very personal, but were you attracted to Vince
Lansing - did you ever fantasize about having sex with him?"
"Yes," said Trudi, looking nervously at her mother. "But I wasn't
going to do anything about it."
Mrs. Bowman smiled at her daughter. "Of course not. Everyone is
attracted to certain people - it's very natural."
"That may explain how he picks his victims," said Mulder. "He
senses the underlying sexual attraction between people and then uses it
to control them."
"Wouldn't that mean that Vince would have had to feel the same way
about me?" asked Trudi.
Mulder had a hard time keeping a straight face. "I think that's a
likely possibility," he said matter-of-factly.
Trudi was blushing - she knew how naive that had sounded as soon
as it was out of her mouth.
Scully changed the subject. "Have you been able to remember
anything else about the other man in convenience store?"
Trudi thought about it for a few seconds, her face scrunching up
with concentration. "I can't remember what he looked like. But I do
remember feeling that maybe he was someone I had seen before. That's
all I can really say."
"Well, that's something," said Dana, smiling at her. "Here are
our cell phone numbers - if you remember anything else please call us
right away." She handed Trudi a card.
"I will."
As they were leaving, Mulder stopped to talk to Trudi. "One more
thing to keep in mind: If this guy were to try to control your mind
again there is a good chance that you would be able to resist. People
can rarely be hypnotized against their will, and I suspect the same
principle holds here."
Trudi correctly guessed that this was mostly wishful thinking, but
she appreciated the gesture. "OK, that's good to know. I'll keep
trying to remember what happened."
Outside, it was starting to get dark, and the rain had turned into
an aggressive mist. As they drove back to the motel, the agents
discussed the case with a mixture of excitement and frustration. It was
clear that someone in Hallville was using mind control to prey on
people. What was much less clear was what they could do about it.
"How can you catch someone who gives their victims amnesia?" asked
Scully. "Apparently, most of the people don't even remember they were
attacked, much less who attacked them."
"I think Trudi is our best hope. She seems to be slowly
recovering her memory of the incident. Possibly some of the other
victims will as well. If nine girls got pregnant, who knows how many
more were attacked."
"Right, and that brings us back to Hallville's finest. Why do you
think they neglected to tell us about the rash of pregnancies?"
Fox shook his head. "I have no idea. Maybe they really didn't
see the connection. We'll see what Chief Schroeder has to say for
himself first thing tomorrow."
Fox parked the car in front of their adjoining rooms at the Best
Western. It was fully dark out now, and the floodlights illuminating
the motel gave the thick mist in the air an eerie yellow glow. Neither
of them got out of the car for a few seconds, and Fox had a pleasant
feeling of intimacy, sitting there in a dark car with his partner, so
far away from their normal routine in Washington. Dana's pale face
seemed to glow in the darkness as she stared absently out of the window,
and he felt a powerful urge to put his arm around her and kiss her
serious mouth until it softened.
She turned to him and smiled. "I think I'll take a shower. It
always relaxes me."
"Are you tense?"
"This case is giving me the creeps, Fox. I have a bad feeling
about it."
He pondered her use of his first name, which was a bit unusual.
Trying to flesh out the hidden subtext of Dana's comments had become one
of his favorite pastimes. He decided to push it just a bit.
"I know what you mean. Why don't you come by after your shower
and we can watch TV for a while or something. I'll leave the connecting
door unlocked."
"All right." Before he could say anything else, she opened the
door, flooding the interior of the car with light, and disappeared into
her room.
"How am I supposed to interpret that?" he wondered to himself.
He went into his room and found a baseball game on the TV, and
then made a quick run to the ice machine. After pouring himself a
whiskey on the rocks, he stretched out on the bed to think things over.
**********************
Amy Archer pushed her bike under a hedge and walked quietly around
the side of the Bowman house to the back. The light in Trudi's room was
still on, to her relief. Trudi's room was on the opposite side of the
house from her mother's, and Trudi and Amy often snuck in and out of the
house through the bedroom window at night after Mrs. Bowman was in bed.
Trudi was lying on her bed in her pajamas thinking about her
afternoon escapade with Gene when she heard the tapping at the window.
She bounced off the bed, pulled open the curtains, and slid the window
up quietly. Amy climbed in nimbly over the sill and Trudi gave her a
hug.
"I'm glad you came over, Ames - I can't even think about sleeping
right now."
As she returned the hug, Amy could feel the swell of Trudi's
breasts against her chest, and she felt a surge of conflicting emotions.
"How did it go with Gene? I saw he at least gave you a ride."
Trudi giggled. "Shhhhh, my Moms not asleep yet. He gave me a
ride all right!" She turned on her portable stereo to a low volume and
hopped back onto the bed.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying, you slut?" asked Amy
in a half-whisper, sitting on the bed next to Trudi.
"I gave him a blow job - all the way until he came." said Trudi
proudly.
"Oh my God - start at the beginning and tell me everything."
Amy and Trudi had been sharing every detail of their sex lives for
a while now. This usually meant either Amy telling Trudi about her own
adventures or mutual commiserating about how horny they were, and Trudi
was glad to finally have something to report other than masturbating.
So she told Amy the whole story, not leaving out a single juicy detail.
Amy laughed when Trudi told her about almost choking on Gene's
come, and she found herself getting turned on by Trudi's description of
Gene fingering her to orgasm. Trudi was sitting Indian-style on the
bed, and Amy realized with a guilty start that she could see right up
her loose pajama shorts to the edge of her pussy.
"...I swear Ames, I was so loud when I came that I thought Gene
would be freaked out. But he was just like, happy that he was able to
get me off. I don't know if he had ever done that before, but I didn't
want to ask."
"Yeah, guys are sensitive about being inexperienced. So it was
good, was it?"
Trudi rolled her eyes upward. "It was awesome."
"Even better than phone sex with me?" Once Amy had gotten Trudi
to talk about masturbating, it had become a serious hobby for both of
them. One of their games was to start masturbating together over the
phone to see who could finish first. Amy was an expert at this, but she
always held back to give Trudi a chance. Or maybe it was to hear
Trudi's heavy breathing and those little high-pitched moans she made
when she came.
Trudi squeezed Amy's knee playfully. "Nobody could replace you,
Ames. You taught me everything I know."
"Yep. And now you're getting it left and right and I'm the one
who's horny and desperate."
"Poor baby...what's it been, three days?"
"Four. And that was just a quickie with Steve."
"Is he the one who wants to do you up the ass?"
Amy laughed. "Oh my God, he never stops talking about it! I
tried to put my finger up my ass the other day while I was in the shower
to see what it was like, and it hurts like hell! If that's what a
finger feels like, there's no way I'm getting a cock jammed in there,
even one as little as Steve's."
Trudi was laughing helplessly at this point. Amy was so sweet and
so crude at the same time that she hardly knew what to think.
"I thought you would try anything, Ames."
"Well, not that." What I would really like to try is you, she
thought to herself. They talked for another hour, with Trudi filling in
Amy on the original incident at the Road Pantry and the visit from the
FBI. Finally, Amy climbed back out the window after receiving another
one of those stimulating hugs.
What would she think if she knew I was getting turned on by
hugging her, she thought sadly as she pulled her bike out from the hedge
and brushed off the seat. Down the street, a man sat in the cab of a
blue pickup truck, watching her with interest. Amy didn't notice as
the truck pulled out to follow her as she began riding home.
***********************
Mulder heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later there was a
knock at the connecting door and Scully came in. She was wearing a t-
shirt and jeans and her hair was still damp. Mulder was sitting on the
bed with his back against the headboard watching TV.
"Who's playing?" she asked him.
"Braves and the Cubbies. Two-all in the sixth. You want a
drink?"
"Sure, thanks. I'll get it." Scully poured a little whiskey over
a lot of ice and sat next to Mulder on the bed. She was barefoot, and
he was bemused to see that she had pink nail polish on her toes. He
found himself wondering if she was wearing a bra under her loose t-
shirt, and then tried to stifle the thought. They talked baseball for a
while with the easy familiarity of old friends, but inevitably the
conversation returned to the case.
"What do you think of Trudi Bowman?" asked Dana.
Mulder pondered for a second. "Attractive, well-mannered, mature
for her age. I had the feeling she was being very straightforward with
us."
Scully nodded. "That was my general impression too."
"I hope for her sake that this incident doesn't cause her too much
trouble."
"Well, I have a suspicion she was able to make it up to her
boyfriend at least."
Mulder looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you think she looked a little...disheveled?"
"You think...?" He sounded a bit shocked.
"Yes. She definitely had that look. Am I embarrassing you?" She
was looking at him with amusement.
"Of course not, Scully. I'm just a little surprised you picked up
on that and I didn't."
"Don't feel bad, Mulder. It's a woman thing."
"If you say so. So maybe Trudi isn't the angel I thought she was
- do you think it's possible she's lying after all?"
"Not really. You can't compare her having sex with her boyfriend
to what happened in the convenience store."
"I suppose not." A mental image of Trudi Bowman getting it on in
her boyfriend's car formed in his head, and he felt a stirring in his
loins. "It just makes me see her in a different light."
"I bet it does, Mulder." That came out sounding more harsh than
she had intended. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I guess I'm just
jealous that a high school sophomore is having more fun than I am." Did
she actually say that? Now she was really putting her foot in her
mouth.
"Why Scully, are you blushing?" teased Mulder. He was rather
pleased at the direction the conversation was taking.
"I shouldn't have said that," she said, smiling ruefully. "But
yes, my personal life leaves something to be desired."
Mulder put his hand on hers. "Dana, you can tell me anything."
She was looking down, not meeting his eyes, but she didn't take her hand
away.
"I know that, Fox," she said finally. "It's just that some topics
are a bit awkward, especially in this situation." She gestured at the
bed. "We're professional partners who happen to be of the opposite
sex."
"Working for an organization that frowns on any sort of romantic
relationships between its employees," he agreed. He was still holding
her hand. "But I think it's silly to keep pretending that we aren't
attracted to each other."
With no makeup and flushed cheeks, she looked younger than her age
and touchingly vulnerable. He put his other hand under her chin and
tilted her head up gently, and then he leaned forward and kissed her.
She didn't resist, and they held the kiss for several long seconds.
Dana finally pulled back and took a deep breath. "What are we
doing?" She wasn't angry or upset; it was an honest question.
"Just what we have both been thinking about for a long time."
She opened her mouth as if to object, and then just nodded. "I
suppose you're right. But that doesn't mean we should become involved."
She squeezed his hand and then withdrew hers. "It's getting late. We
better get some sleep."
Mulder didn't feel much like sleeping, but he didn't want to push
it.
"Sweet dreams," he said, opening the connecting door for her and
then quietly shutting it behind her.
***********************
The man kept his distance as he followed the girl on the bike
through the dark streets of Hallville. There was almost no other
traffic, and he didn't want her to become suspicious. On the other
hand, he was desperate to find out what she and Trudi had talked about.
He had been watching the house all evening, parked a little ways down
the street, and he had seen the FBI agents come and go. He had a
feeling that the situation in Hallville, which had been going so well
until a few days ago, was slipping out of his control, and he
desperately wanted to pump the girl for information. But trying to
control someone without a specific sexual attraction to focus in on was
risky - especially a female.
Letting the truck drift a little closer to the girl, he stared at
her intently, trying to read her emotional state. A satisfied smirk
broke out on his face.
"You little minx," he thought to himself. "You have a thing for
Trudi Bowman, don't you." He had pulled up right behind her now.
"Oh yes, you've got it bad," he whispered out loud. "You're going
tell me all about Trudi, aren't you."
As they approached a particularly dark stretch of street, the man
pulled up alongside the girl and reached out with his mind.
Amy had been daydreaming about Trudi, trying to imagine her having
sex with Gene and wondering whether this would change their own
relationship. Suddenly, she felt a surge of desire for her friend.
Gliding to a stop, she stood straddling her bicycle in the darkness,
transfixed by a vivid mental image of Trudi. She imagined herself
hugging her tightly, and then kissing her neck and her soft lips,
sliding her tongue into her mouth.
"Thinking about Trudi Bowman?" Amy hadn't even noticed the pickup
truck that had stopped next to her. She should have been startled out
of her shoes, but she just turned her head and squinted through the
darkness. All she could see was a shadowy figure behind the wheel.
Something very strange was going on - she felt like she was half asleep,
or drugged.
"Yes, thinking about Trudi." Her voice was slow and even, and
seemed to come from somewhere other than her own mouth.
"She's beautiful isn't she. Those full breasts, those long
legs..." The voice was offhand and reflective. "I bet she'd be great
in the sack."
Amy nodded dumbly. A feeling of lust was spreading through her
body, and she had a sudden urge to masturbate. She put her hand between
her legs and massaged her crotch through her jeans.
"I bet you would like to sleep with Trudi, wouldn't you. I bet
you'd like to eat her pussy and make her come." Amy moaned and rubbed
harder.
The man laughed quietly. "You better get your jeans out of the
way if you're going to do that right."
Amy wordlessly unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her panties
down a few inches to the crossbar of the bike. Now her fingers were
able to dive into the slick wetness between her legs, pushing, pulling,
and spreading her secret areas and sending waves of pleasure through her
body. She thought about Trudi sitting cross-legged on her bed with her
loose pajamas revealing her long, creamy thighs and the edge of her
pussy, and she imagined gently pushing Trudi back onto the bed, sliding
the pajama bottoms off, spreading her legs apart...
"That's enough for now. I have a few questions for you. Put both
hands on the handlebars." The mans voice was more insistent now, and
she had to obey.
With a whimper, she reluctantly pulled her right hand out from
between her legs and put it on the handlebar grip. Her hand was
slippery from her juices, and the grip felt cold and alien after the
warmth of her pussy. Her body was still aching for release.
"What does Trudi remember about what happened at the Road Pantry
the other night?"
"Not very much, just that she, uh, had sex with the guy right
there on the counter."
"Why? Does she remember why she had sex with him?"
"No, not really. Well, yeah. There was this other man there who
she thinks made her do it."
"How?"
Amy was squirming, trying to stimulate herself without taking her
hands off the handlebars, but the crossbar of the bike between her legs
was preventing it.
"Um...hypnosis or something. The FBI guy told her that, I think."
Amy's voice was hoarse and throaty.
"Answer my questions and then you get to finish diddling yourself.
Now, this is extremely important. What does she remember about the
other man in the store?"
"Nothing... just that he was telling them what to do, and they
couldn't help themselves." A thought worked its way into her head. "It
was you, wasn't it? You're the guy who did it."
The man ignored this. "Does she remember anything about what the
man looked like?"
"No, not really. Except that she had a feeling that maybe she had
seen him somewhere before."
He had been afraid of that. The man thought it over for a few
seconds. Amy's hands were restlessly squeezing and turning the
handlebar grips, and she was making little whining sounds.
"Why are the FBI agents so interested in what happened?"
"They think that all those girls who got pregnant might have been
hypnotized, too. They were angry that the police didn't tell them about
that. I think they are going to talk to the police again tomorrow."
Shit. That was all he needed. He thought he had the police well
taken care of, but he didn't like the idea of the FBI going back and
interrogating that pathetic excuse for a police chief Schroeder again.
It looked like he was going to have to take matters into his own hands
with the FBI.
He turned his attention back to the girl. "I'm leaving now, and
you can play with your little pussy all you want. You won't remember me
or anything about my questioning you." He gunned the engine and took
off.
With a gasp of relief, Amy put both of her hands back between her
legs, and she soon had worked two fingers inside herself while she
rubbed her clit with her other hand. She came within a few seconds, a
sharp wave of pleasure that seemed to come out of nowhere, and the force
of it seemed to clear her head.
She looked around, dazed. "Trudi....?
What the hell was she doing, masturbating in the middle of the
street like this? She wiped her fingers on her thigh and quickly pulled
her jeans and panties back up. Looking around, she saw she was alone on
the dark street. As she pedaled the rest of the way home she thought
about Trudi, but she never remembered the man in the blue pickup.
*********************
Scully drifted out of a deep sleep before her alarm sounded, and
underwent a few moments of disorientation as she looked around the
unfamiliar motel room. Then she remembered the events of the previous
evening, specifically the out-of-the-blue kiss from Fox, with a jolt
that brought her fully awake.
She lay in bed thinking it over for a few minutes, watching the
orange glow from behind the thick curtains become brighter with the
sunrise. It was clear that Fox wanted to start a relationship. This
was flattering, of course, although she supposed she wasn't surprised.
But the risks associated with becoming involved with Fox were
considerable. If the Bureau found out, they would both be disciplined,
and one of them, maybe both, would be transferred. In fact, there was a
good chance that the X-files investigations would be shut down
completely, since they were a self-contained unit with only mixed
support from the Bureau.
And what about the up side? She did have strong feelings for Fox
- she dreamed about him almost every night, for God's sake. Maybe they
should just quit the FBI and do something else. It wasn't unheard of
for two FBI agents to fall in love and leave the Bureau together;
"eloping", it was called. But when she thought about it analytically,
she and Fox together didn't seem quite right somehow. Fox was a bit
too...out there. The 64-thousand dollar question, she thought to
herself, was did she really want to get involved with someone who fully
believed that his sister had been abducted by aliens? The answer was a
resounding maybe. In any event, they were in the middle of a very
sticky case and this was no time to be thinking about her love life.
With a sigh, she got out of bed and started getting ready for a
long day. When Fox knocked on the connecting door she was dressed and
eating a granola bar.
"Morning, Scully." He looked a uncertain, even a little nervous.
"Morning, Mulder. Ready to go?"
"Yes, I'm all set. Listen, about last night... I hope I wasn't
too out of line." He looked so earnest, she felt a little sorry for
him.
"No, you weren't. And I'm sorry I ran out like that. Listen,
Mulder, let's not talk about this until we get back to Washington, OK?
Maybe it's just something they put in the water out here."
This brought a smile. "I doubt it, but that sounds like a good
idea anyway."
Outside, it was shaping up to be a nice day - sunny and cool. "I
think we should drop in on Chief Schroeder first thing," said Mulder as
they got in the car. "See if we can catch him off guard."
"I agree. We might want to remind him that the Bureau doesn't
take it kindly when local authorities hold back on their agents."
"Right." It was still before 9 am when they parked in front of
the police station. Mulder put on a pair of sunglasses before they got
out.
"Trying to look like a Bureau hardass, Mulder?"
"Yeah, I wish I could do it without the shades like you can."
Inside, the female dispatcher told them that Chief Schroeder was
on his morning rounds and wouldn't be in for a while.
"We'll wait," said Mulder grimly. They hovered menacingly near
the entrance, doing their best to make the dispatcher feel
uncomfortable. After a few minutes, they saw her get on the radio and
say something about the FBI.
Schroeder came in about five minutes later. Judging from his
expression, the receptionist had mentioned that the agents didn't look
too happy.
"Nice to see you folks again," he said with forced cheer. "If you
had called to let me know you were coming, I wouldn't have kept you
waiting."
"If you have a few minutes, we would like to talk in your office,"
said Mulder politely. Schroeder just nodded and led the way. He had
clearly taken stock of the situation, and he didn't waste any more time
with small talk. It occurred to Scully as they walked through the
office area that Schroeder actually seemed like a pretty competent cop.
Once they were seated, Mulder got right to the point. "We talked
to Trudi Bowman and her mother yesterday. They told us about the recent
rash of teenage pregnancies in Hallville. Apparently it's caused a lot
of concern around town, even to the extent of a town meeting a few weeks
ago." He let that hang in the air.
"That's right," said Schroeder. "It has caused a lot of concern.
It's not exactly a police matter, though."
"From what Mrs. Bowman told us, a lot of parents disagree," said
Scully. "But our real concern is that neither you or your deputy
mentioned this when we talked to you yesterday morning. It seems to
indicate a rather serious lack of cooperation."
Schroeder looked appropriately uncomfortable. "I guess that was
an oversight on our part."
"That may be," said Mulder. "But I should inform you that our
working hypothesis is that there is sexual predator currently active in
Hallville, and that it appears that a police cover-up may be part of the
problem."
"Damn it." Schroeder was shaking his head. "This has gone on
long enough." He picked up the phone and dialed an internal extension.
"Alan, can you come into my office?"
They waited in silence until Deputy Alan Johnson came in and sat
down. He didn't look particularly surprised to see them.
"Alan, Agents Mulder and Scully are accusing us of holding back on
the teen pregnancy thing. I think we need to come clean." He seemed to
be waiting for Johnson to make the next move.
Johnson gave Schroeder a long look and then nodded. "All right.
Chief Schroeder and I have been investigating the teen pregnancy problem
for months. We suspected some kind of hypnosis was going on well before
that incident at the road pantry."
Mulder and Scully glanced at each other. This certainly wasn't
what they had expected.
"Why didn't you tell us this yesterday?" asked Mulder.
"I want to apologize to you folks for that," said Schroeder,
looking embarrassed. "It was poor judgment on our part. The fact is,
we're close to an arrest and we didn't want the FBI stealing our
thunder, as it were."
The agents looked dumbfounded. "You have a suspect?" asked
Scully.
Johnson nodded. "In fact, we're pretty sure we have our man. The
problem is proving it. We can place the guy at the reservoir on the
nights when some of the girls probably got pregnant. But no one
remembers actually being attacked. We seriously doubt that anyone would
press charges."
"I see your point," said Mulder. "Listen, we aren't trying to
steal anyone's thunder. In fact, we prefer to keep a low profile. Our
concern is catching this guy and finding out what makes him tick. Tell
you what - we nail this guy together, and then you get credit for the
arrest and we take over custody."
Schroeder looked over at Johnson, who nodded. Scully found
herself wondering which one of them was running the show.
"Sounds good," said Johnson. "But like I said, we don't have any
hard evidence."
"I have an idea," said Mulder. "I know quite a bit about hypnosis
and repressed memories, and after talking to Trudi Bowman I'm convinced
she will recognize the guy when she sees him. In fact, I wouldn't be
surprised if seeing him triggers her memory and causes her to remember
the entire incident. Do you know where the suspect lives?"
Schroeder nodded. "Yep."
"Then let's arrest him based on your circumstantial evidence.
That lets you hold him for 24 hours, and we can have Trudi try to ID
him."
"Wait a second," objected Scully. "Won't that be dangerous? We
already know what this man is capable of."
"I think Agent Mulder is right," said Johnson. "We're better off
making an armed arrest on our terms and getting him into custody.
"And what if he tries to control our minds when we arrest him?"
asked Scully. "We just shoot him on the spot?"
"Exactly," said Mulder. "With a high-powered, rapid-acting
tranquilizer dart specifically designed for humans."
There was a moment of silence.
"You, uh, got one of those?" asked Schroeder. He appeared worried
that Mulder was expecting him to have one in his desk. "We operate on a
limited budget here."
"In the trunk of our car," said Mulder. "Right next to the silver
cross we use for vampires."
"In that case, lets go," said Johnson with a grim smile.
Scully still thought they were being too rash, but she couldn't
think of a valid excuse to hold back. Mulder had that wild look in his
eye that he always got when he thought they were getting close to
something big, and she doubted that she would be able to talk him out of
it anyway.
"Why don't I take Agents Mulder and Scully to the suspect's house
right now." said Johnson. "Our surveillance shows that this is a good
time of day to catch him at home."
"All right," said Schroeder. "Be careful," he added, looking at
Scully.
After getting the dart gun from the trunk, the agents got into a
police cruiser with Johnson. Mulder sat in the back and started setting
up the gun, which looked like an oversized pistol. They drove away from
the main highway through the outskirts of the town, ending up in a
wooded area with widely-spaced houses. Johnson turned into a narrow
gravel road marked with a single mailbox and pulled over to the side.
"Guy lives a few hundred yards down this way," he said. "No point
in letting him hear us drive up."
They walked quietly along the side of the narrow track until they
came in sight of a surprisingly modern A-frame house.
"I was expecting something more rustic at this point, " murmured
Scully.
"It's a nice place, " agreed Johnson. "Looks like he's home," he
added, pointing to a blue pickup truck. "So how do you want to do
this?"
Mulder thought it over for a few seconds. He was tempted to just
kick in the door and rush in, but that was asking for trouble. "Lets
knock and say we have a few questions about a traffic accident. Soon as
he opens the door we take him. I'll warn him right away that if he
tries any hypnosis stuff I'll tranq him."
"Sounds good," said Johnson. He looked at the dart gun. "Better
hide that contraption for now."
Mulder managed to hide the gun under his coat, and they walked
cautiously up to the door. Johnson reached out and knocked firmly. No
response. Scully peered into one of the large windows that flanked the
front door, shading her eyes against the reflection.
"I don't see any lights or activity."
They knocked several more times without any response, and then
Johnson pulled out a ring of keys. "Lets check it out," he said,
selecting a key. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a
tiled entry leading into a large, sparsely furnished living room with a
high, beamed ceiling.
"After you." Johnson stood to one side and let the agents go in
first. Mulder led the way, taking a few steps into the entry and then
listening for any activity. Nothing. Scully followed behind
cautiously, her gun in her hand.
"How did you get a key to the front door?" she asked.
Behind her, Johnson chuckled. "Well, it's my house."
This took a few seconds to register. "Your house?" she repeated.
"That's right. Now both of you, put your guns on the floor."
They didn't need to turn around to know that he was pointing a gun at
them, it was clear from his tone of voice.
"God damn it," swore Mulder. He felt like an idiot. It all
seemed so obvious now. He glanced over his shoulder at Johnson,
weighing the risks. Scully was already bending over, setting down her
gun, and he had a clear shot. But before he could move a blast of white
noise filled his head, like static from an untuned radio, and he
staggered and almost fell.
"Put it down, Mulder." The voice seemed to bypass his mind and go
straight to his body. He slowly leaned over and dropped the tranq gun
onto the floor, almost losing his balance again. The world had receded
away from him, and he was having difficulty concentrating. What the
hell was going on? They were in serious trouble, but suddenly all he
could think about was having sex with Dana.
***********************
(continued in Part 3)
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