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Story Title : Auto-Erotic Humiliation (3/3)
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All characters copyright 1997 1013 Productions, assuming they
still want to claim them after this. All rights reserved, and
like that. Do not expose to electricity. Do not expose to light.
If you miss a dose, do not double up on the next dose. Void where
prohibited by natural law. Klaatu Barada Niktu. They made this.
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The Washington Beltway
Scully put away her cell phone as Mulder stared accusingly at
the slush whipping across the windshield. "I heard sirens coming
up as we left, someone must have reported the shots."
Silence from Mulder as he slipped the car in and out of traffic.
"Mulder?" The car lurched to the left to avoid a furniture truck and
she braced herself against the seat. "I don't think this is getting
us anywhere."
Mulder grimaced and eased the gas pedal down another inch.
"I think that's her up ahead," he said. Scully peered out into
the speeding gloom to see faint points of red far in the distance.
"Should I call for a roadblock?"
"No. I can get her." He leaned further over the wheel.
Scully bit back her first answer and took a moment to study
him discreetly. Mulder seemed overly tense, almost frantic. His
hands kept tapping the wheel in a repetitive, faintly annoying
rhythm. She sat back and worked on controlling her breathing.
When they finally caught up to the taillights and discovered
they belonged to an ancient Volvo driven by an even more ancient
old man, Mulder pulled the car off the road and got out, slamming
the door behind him. "Damn!"
He had almost calmed down by the time Scully got out a few
minutes later and looked at him over the roof of the car, cell
phone in hand. "She's not going far tonight, the airport's
suspended flights until the weather clears and we can have people
in the train stations in a few minutes."
He let his chin drop onto his hands on the car roof. "These
roads are liable to kill her before we can catch her. If she
didn't leave yesterday when the roads were plowed she's not likely
to leave tonight, so where would she go?"
She started to answer when her phone chirped. "Scully. Yes,
we... what?" Phone to her ear, she looked up at Mulder with
widening eyes. "We'll be right there." She flipped the phone
shut. "It was the officer at the motel. They found someone in
Maria's bungalow."
"Who?"
"Apparantly, Maria."
Mulder stared at her for a long moment before they rushed back
into the car.
Pretty speedy official response for a neighborhood like this,
Mulder thought. He stood in the bungalow's doorway watching Scully
examine an alert, unharmed and totally unresponsive Maria. Maria
was sitting primly in the room's only chair, ankles crossed and
hands in her lap. Scully picked up her hand and watched as it
remained there until Scully pushed it back down. Kneeling next to
her was a young EMT who was still taking Maria's vital signs and
shaking his head slowly. His shoulder brushed up against Scully's
occasionally and Mulder felt a sudden tightening in his throat. He
shook his head, popped a mint into his mouth and turned away for a
moment. 'Jealous, Spooky?' he thought angrily to himself. 'C'mon,
one accidental hand job does not a commitment make. This thing has
got you all screwed up and your defenses are down. Let it go."
Unbidden, the sensation of Scully's fingers through the fabric of
his pants drifted up from his memory; as he pretended to examine
the motel room, he felt he could smell her hair. An image of a barely
clad Dana ministering to him the way Maria had that night slipped
into his mind. 'Not that it wouldn't be a hell of a lot of fun ...'
His fantasy Scully looked up the length of his body and said
coyly, "There are no apparant signs of trauma".
Mulder's mental state suddenly lurched as he fought to focus
on a considerably more conservatively dressed partner. "Oh. Um,
yeah... Does it appear to be drug induced?"
"We'll have to wait for the toxicology reports to be sure, but
my cursory examination didn't reveal any of the usual signs. They'll
take her into Georgetown for evaluation for now." She paused. "Are
you OK?"
"Fine! Fine. Is there a possibility this is symptomatic of
some psychiatric disorder? I noticed she was showing some waxy
flexibility..."
"Well, maybe the trauma of trying to kill you and failing
pushed her over the edge. Mulder, there's a couple of hundred
things that could be wrong, we'll have to wait and see. Let's
get out of here, she'll be taken care of. Anything else here?"
"Not out in the open. Let's check. Be thorough, it's starting
to sound as if she was a pro."
"Good, so am I."
Scully closed the bathroom door and began looking through
the various personal effects. 'Okay, Dana, pull yourself together.
That was probably the sloppiest examination you've done in years.
Let's be professional, shall we?' Nothing unusual on the sink,
nothing conveniently labeled "clue" in the tub. She picked up
the makeup case laying on the counter and looked inside. 'Blush,
uncapped lipstick, all the usual, no peroxide, damn. I guess she
was a natural blonde. Anything else?" She emptied it and ran her
hand slowly over the outside, concentrating on the feel of the
soft leather. 'Wait, there's a bulge. Second one tonight... damn
it!"
She set the case on the sink and stared angrily in the mirror.
'Let it go, you idiot. It was an accident, he knows that. There's
nothing there for you." Pause. "Okay, there is something there,
but it's respect, friendship, trust. There's no room for anything
else and you don't have time to let your personal feelings corrode
your judgment. After this is over you can talk to Mulder about it
if you still need to, but until then keep your mind on this case."
The Scully in the mirror seemed skeptical, and slightly obscured....
Her eyes widened under raised eyebrows. "Mulder, you may want to
see this..."
The tech kept watching Scully as she left until he saw her
partner glaring at him, so he stopped and began eyeing Mulder in
an similarly appraising fashion. Mulder felt a blush rising and
did his best to ignore it as he searched throught Maria's few
personal effects. When he heard Scully's call he straightened and
nodded toward Maria's still form. "Make sure she stays put." The
EMT grinned and turned back toward his patient.
Mulder entered the bathroom and saw Scully. For a brief moment a
vision of her stood before him as the bathroom light reflected
from the highlights of her hair. He blinked and Scully turned,
nodding toward the mirror.
"Spelled out for us, huh?" she said.
Mulder glanced at the mirror. Written in lipstick on the bottom
corner of the mirror, where the makeup case had hidden it, were the
words 'A Clue'. "Holmes, however do you do it? Talk about crack
investigating. What do you make of it?"
"Forensics would be interested. Block writing, could be from
anyone. Most likely by a right handed person."
Mulder leaned down to look closer. "Maria was left-handed."
Scully picked up the open lipstick, raised it to her ear and
shook it slightly. "Mulder, there's something inside here." She
turned the container over and inspected it, twisting it
experimentally. The false bottom fell away and a small metal
cylinder dropped onto her palm. She froze for a moment as Mulder
gasped.
"Damn." He picked up the cylinder and held it against the light.
Scully glanced back and forth between Mulder and the horribly
familiar cylinder. "An implant. We need to get her tested. Mulder,
this could be what we've been looking for."
"But for what? It's possible it's an implant, but are you
suggesting she's an abductee or that she's working for the
abductors?"
"Or for one of the covert governmental agencies we've run
into, or for the Easter Seals for all I know. What I'm wondering
is whether she has one of her own, and whom that one was meant
for. Maybe she didn't plan to kill you after all, Mulder. Maybe
it was just your turn." She left the bathroom.
He fingered the implant, then frowned at the mirror. "Someone's
playing with us, Scully."
"Mulder!" Scully's call crashed his thoughts. He went into
the next room, now empty except for Scully. She was standing at
the door, breathless. "They're gone!"
Mulder crossed to the door as Scully ran to the parking lot.
"I don't believe this!" She turned toward the road as a car pulled
in. It barely missed her as she stepped aside to peer down the road
for the missing ambulance. She quickly ducked back in as three men
in dark suits and sunglasses stepped out of the car.
Mulder stepped back into the room in time to slam the door
behind his partner as she dashed inside. "Who are your friends?"
he asked, peering through the curtains.
Scully stood back from the door, carefully staying out of the
line of probable fire. "I don't know, but right now I'm assuming
anybody in a suit is trouble," she said.
"Thanks a lot." He looked back out just in time to see the
weapons coming from under the coats of the black clad men.
"Whoops, company! Run!" Mulder took a step, then looked around
wildly at the amazing lack of hiding places.
Scully grabbed his arm. "Out the back!" They raced into the
bathroom and pulled themselves through the small window then
froze, listening, until they heard the door crash from within.
Mulder jerked his head to the left, they dashed into the shadows
and made it across the street before the bungalow door flew back
open and the men rushed out. Mulder jumped into the closest
doorway and began tugging at the lock while Scully drew her gun
and covered him.
"Mulder, we're too open here," she warned. The men were
efficiently combing the parking lot and beginning to spread out.
Their guns were very much in evidence and one of them was carrying
an athletic bag. She wasn't sure of much at this point, but Scully
was positive she didn't want to know what was in it.
"No problem," Mulder replied. He gave a final jerk to the
knob, gave up and slammed his shoulder to the door. Within instants
they were inside, securing the door behind them and looking around.
Scully held her gun ahead of her and began working her way
forward. "A junkyard, Mulder?"
"Plenty of hiding spaces, lots of things to throw."
"And it was the first door?"
"And it was the first door."
"Well, there should be another way out of here. They probably
heard us. C'mon."
Silent "phuts" accompanied the shots fired through the lock
until the junkyard gate swung noisily open and the three men
stepped warily though. They looked into the windows of the rundown
office building before moving out into the yard. Training took
over: one stayed by the gate, gun ready, while the other two began
moving forward in a search pattern. Periodically one of them would
fire randomly into the piles of automotive refuse.
Behind them on the roof of the office, two bedraggled FBI
agents held very still and waited. The sewing machine sound of
an Uzi echoed as rounds stitched their way across the piles of
cans and auto parts. Carefully they eased themselves down behind
where the last man stood waiting. The echoes of the weapons
discharging covered their sounds as they began to sneak towards
the door until suddenly, the lead man stopped abruptly and held
his hand up. All activity stopped and Mulder and Scully scrambled
to quietly hide behind the open door. Their breathing seemed
impossibly loud as the men in black held still, listening.
>From their hiding place they could see two of them huddle and
have a whispered conversation. One of them took out his cell
phone and dialed a number, but didn't put it to his ear. The
two agents looked at each other in confusion until Scully's cell
phone started chirping. The men in black whirled at the sound as
Scully followed Mulder behind the low office building. Out of
their line of sight, Mulder immediately dropped to the ground
and dove into the crawlspace under the building, waving her after
him as Scully gently tossed her still-ringing phone through the
broken windshield of a dead car.
The sound of running feet caught up to them just as Scully's
feet disappeared under the side. She scuttled through the
crawlspace to land next to Mulder and they waited, breathing hard,
to see which way to jump. Mulder moved next to her, shielding her
body with his. His body heat reached her through her skirt and she
realized, with the bizarre clarity of life-or-death situations,
how aroused they both were. 'Does this happen every time,' she
wondered dizzily, 'and I never allowed myself to notice, or is
this something new?' She risked a look at Mulder but he appeared
intent on searching out escape routes. The MIBs converged on the
car and, with no warning, riddled it (and Scully's still ringing
cellphone) with thunderous blasts. She tapped Mulder's shoulder
and nodded, he jerked his head once in agreement and they pulled
themselves out in front of the office and ran for the gate as the
echoing automatic fire covered their steps.
Almost.
Bullets sprayed across the door before they reached it and it
was only an impossible right-angle turn in the snow that saved Mulder.
He sprawled, off-balance, and fought to recover as Scully leaped for
the fence. The two agents hit the high chain-link fence and scaled
it with a rapidity only fear and adrenaline could produce, sprawling
onto the opposite side with a bone-jarring thud. They sprinted for
their car, Mulder pausing to empty his own automatic into the
radiator of the men-in-black's sedan. In seconds they were
fishtailing out of the lot spraying sand and gravel as the MIBs
came pounding after them. Scully forced their car through a series
of twists and turns, running a couple of red lights and finally
barreling the wrong way down a one way street and screeching into
a strip mall parking lot. Scully killed the lights and engine
and they sat in silence for a moment, listening to their own
ragged breathing, the faint hiss of falling sleet, and the faint
whine of sirens in the distance. Mulders breath was deep and rapid.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Wow, Dana Andretti. I didn't know you could drive
like that."
"You drive like that all the time, I figured,why not? You
sure you're all right? You're hyperventilating; you might be
in shock."
"No, I'm fine," he said as she turned on the dome light and
began to assess him visually. Her eyes scanned face, neck, chest
arms, abdomen, waist. Then she saw he had an erection, and
apparently quite a healthy one. "Oi, vey," Mulder groaned. His
face was turning bright red. She continued her scan, partially to
be sure he really was OK and partially so she wouldn't have to
meet his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Mulder. It's a normal reaction to a
life-threatening event."
"Please turn the light off, Dana."
The dome light snapped off. "It's nothing to worry about,
Mulder."
"Of course not, it's not happening to you."
They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the night
noises. Mulder felt Scully's hand settle over his own and grasp
it firmly.
"What makes you think it isn't?"
He squeezed her hand tightly and looked up into her face.
She was all but glowing in the reflected neon lights. Abruptly
they were in each other's arms, kissing violently, as all the
frustrations and dangers of the evening caught them up in a wave
of physical hunger. Mulder pulled her closer to him, devouring
her lips and tongue as he dropped a hand to her blouse only to
discover her hand already there, pulling the silk aside and
welcoming him in. He caressed her sweet curves, marveling at
the heat he could feel through the lace as he tugged playfully
at what had to be a marble in there. She did some searching of
her own and quickly freed him from his increasingly constricting
restraints until his penis burst free into the cool air and
twitched in her hand. She pulled on him roughly as she met his
hunger with her own.
She pulled away just long enough to whisper into his mouth,
"You'd better not be a goddamn shape-changer..." She closed her
eyes and moaned as he ran his hand down her blouse and under her
skirt.
"Oh, I'm changing shape, all right... and it feels like you've
started a fire..."
Scully started to say something about snapping on the latex
when Mulder's finger slipped inside her and her head slammed
back involuntarily against the headrest. Her breathing came in
short gasps now and she began stroking Mulder's cock in a long,
slow rhythm with a firm grip, lubricating it with the hot liquid
leaking from the tip. Mulder's mouth had moved down by now and
was pulling her breast halfway out of her bra by the nipple;
the pain made her jump even as the pleasure raced to her groin.
She began pulling at his balls insistantly as he found her
clitoris and then a cold bucket of realization struck her
libido.
She let go and started to straighten up. "Oh God, Mulder,
we can't."
Mulder did not change gears easily. He looked up at her,
flushed and a bit wild-eyed. "Wha... what?"
She took his face in her hands and kissed him gently. She
was still breathing heavily and trying to appear calm took a
bit of effort. "Oh, I do want to, and we will, but someone's
got Maria and we can't let ourselves get sidetracked... oh, god,
stop doing that... ...oh... Mulder! Please?"
Scully's eyes were closed and it wasn't entirely clear what
she was asking for, but Mulder stopped and fell back heavily
into his seat. He looked down at his still-raging penis sticking
out of his trousers and suddenly felt embarrassed. He started to
adjust himself when Scully's small hand grasped him and carefully,
lovingly, tucked it away.
"We will, Mulder. Soon." She smiled and quickly adjusted her
own clothing before starting the car back up.
Mulder took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He trailed
his fingers across her cheek. "I love you, Dana."
Scully stared straight ahead, face impassive. She put the
car in gear, said simply, "I love you, too," and drove them off
into the night.
The End
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