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HypnoTV: The X-Files
by MAW
MC, MF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This is a work of fiction
with graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. Hypnosis does not work this way. Don't try this at home. If
you feel like it, seek help.
To borrow from Rod Serling, this edition of HypnoTV is
somewhat unique and calls for a different style of introduction.
First of all, thanks for being patient during my absence. I know
it's been a while since my last addition, but it couldn't be
helped. In keeping with the theme of the show presented, nothing is
certain. Nothing is obvious. Trust no one.
HypnoTV: The X-Files
by MAW
MC, MF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This is a work of fiction
with graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. Hypnosis does not work this way. Don't try this at home. If
you feel like it, seek help.
To borrow from Rod Serling, this edition of HypnoTV is
somewhat unique and calls for a different style of introduction.
First of all, thanks for being patient during my absence. I know
it's been a while since my last addition, but it couldn't be
helped. In keeping with the theme of the show presented, nothing is
certain. Nothing is obvious. Trust no one.
"Are they ready?"
"I'd prefer more time with them."
"We're running out of time. Are they ready?"
"I suppose so. Keywords and instructions installed."
"Tonight. Mulder first. Then Scully."
"Got it."
The office was quiet when Fox Mulder got in. Of course, the
office was always quiet. Being located in the basement of the FBI
building in Washington guaranteed a bit of privacy. Mulder liked
it. It gave him time to think, away from all the skeptics and
doubters above him. Today, he had another reason for his privacy.
Her name was Dana Scully.
It had hit Mulder in the middle of the night, shortly after
he'd woken up to a wrong number. Lying in bed, staring at the
ceiling, he had come to the conclusion that he wanted Scully. Bad.
It had taken a while for the attraction to come to this point, but
Mulder knew he had to have Scully. The problem was how.
He had to see if Scully wanted the same thing. But Mulder's
self-esteem was low to say the least. Coming right out and asking
Scully if she loved him wasn't the best way to approach the
situation. At the same time, he couldn't just take her and rape her
on the desk. So, with the quirky intelligence that made him such a
good investigator, Mulder came up with an acceptable compromise.
Like many of his theories, it was pretty wild, but it made perfect
sense to him.
He looked up as she came into the room. Mulder used to think
it was impossible for a woman to be sexy dressed in a business
suit, but Dana Scully managed it. The gray suit contrasted
perfectly with her beautiful face and short red hair. Those green
eyes focused on him and gave him the same thrill they always did.
"So, what's on the hit parade this morning?" she asked in her cool
professional tone.
Mulder smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Skinner's
sending us an assignment later," he said. "In the meantime, Forhike
gave me a birthday present to give you."
Scully rolled her eyes. "I swear to God, if he superimposed my
head on naked women again..."
"I had to promise him I'd show it to you," Mulder said. He
pulled out a disk and slipped it into a nearby computer bank. "Now
close your eyes."
Scully gazed at him doubtfully. Then, somehow suspecting she
was going to regret this, she complied. His grin broader, Mulder
opened the disk and hit a few keys. "Okay, now open them."
Scully opened her eyes to a dazzling multi-colored wheel
spinning on the screen. Instantly captivated, she watched as the
wheel turned, the spiral keeping up the pace. Any doubts she had
slowly vanished as she continued to watch the wheel turn, the
colors shifting at every rotation, flying into her eyes. Waves of
light poured from the screen and onto her face.
Mulder had gotten his inspiration from a case in the past. He
knew that Scully was resistant to voluntary hypnosis and would
probably had stood up to a normal induction method of Mulder's. A
year before, Scully had inadvertely become a victim of a
brainwashing scheme using subminimal messages hidden in TV signals.
A hypnotic effect had caused her to believe Mulder was the enemy
and had almost killed him. Now, a variation of that program was
working before her.
For the first time in his life outside of a crime scene,
Mulder was glad he couldn't see red. His red-green color blindness
had protected him from the signals in the tapes and now made him
resistant to the wheel. Scully, with her regular eyesight, was easy
prey. Mulder could see her facial muscles relax and her mind open
to the subminimal messages that he had programmed into the disk.
*Sleep. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey. Mulder. Sleep and obey
Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Mulder.*
Scully's eyes shut as her head slumped forward. Mulder paused,
uncertain for a moment. Then, a calm overtook him as he realized it
had worked. Scully was under. Mulder shut off the computer,
removing the disk. He slowly moved his chair across from Scully.
"Dana?" he asked quietly. "Can you hear me?"
".Yes.." Scully said.
"Dana, will you trust me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, will you obey me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, how do you feel about Fox Mulder?"
"..Friend..He's my partner..I..I love him."
Mulder closed his eyes, trying not to cry out in joy. His
suspicions confirmed, he could proceed with a much lighter load on
his conscience. "Dana, do you dream of Mulder?"
"..Yes.."
"What does he do in your dreams? What would you like to have
him do to you?"
"..I want him..to eat me out..Eat my pussy and squeeze my
tits."
*Damn, I never knew she had it in her* Mulder thought in
surprise. He looked at that gorgeous face and decided to make
Scully's dreams reality. "Lift up your skirt, Dana, and dream of
Mulder. Relax and dream."
Scully slowly hitched up the hem of her suit. Mulder got onto
his knees and moved forward. He looked up Scully's skirt, seeing
her dark panties. He moved in, his head vanishing in her dress.
There was enough light for Mulder to see the hairs of Scully's
pussy peeking out from her panties. *What do you know? She really
is a natural redhead* He moved in, fingering aside the satin fabric
and smelling Scully's lips. He took a quick stab with his tongue,
tasting Scully's nectar, hearing her moan in reply. He began
licking in earnest, his tongue lovingly massaging her clit. He
licked harder and faster, his tongue absorbing the sweet taste of
her juices. His hands moved up her body, onto her breasts.
Squeezing the mounds, he used them as a handhold as he continued
his licking frenzy.
Scully was moaning softly by now, her voice audible down the
hall, if anyone had been there. Her breathing became more heavy as
Mulder continued. Her entire body tensed as she released her juices
onto Mulder's face, bringing a cry from both of them.
Mulder quickly pulled his head out, wiping Scully's juices
away. He used the same handkerchief to clean Scully and hurriedly
rearranged her clothes. He sat back down in his seat. "Dana, in a
moment, I will snap my fingers and you will wake up. You will not
remember anything that has occurred since you entered this office.
You will not be able to recall anything. You will feel refreshed
and relaxed. And your feelings for Fox Mulder will intensify.
Remember that, but nothing else." Settling back in his chair,
Mulder snapped his fingers.
Scully's eyes blinked open and focused on Mulder. "Sorry,
Mulder, I must've blanked out for a minute. What did you say?"
Praying that his look of thanks wasn't evident, Mulder got up.
"Skinner wants us upstairs for an assignment. Maybe we'll go
somewhere dry this time."
"I hope so. Cutting up bodies is tougher when they've been
soaking in a swamp."
"But doesn't that take the fun out of it, Scully?"
Before she could reply, the phone rang. Mulder picked it up.
He stood for a moment, then closed his eyes and opened them. He
hung up without a word. "Who was that?" Scully asked.
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. They hung up as soon as I answered.
Sounds kind of suspicious."
"Mulder, you're suspicious of your own shadow."
"Yes, you notice how it's always following me?"
"How'd it go?"
"His memory's been erased. Ready for Stage Two."
"Tonight. You know where."
The duo's latest case was less intense than some others. They
were investigating a series of abductions in Minnesota. Four
teenage girls had been taken from their homes in the same night.
All four were found lying in the middle of a field the next
morning. Mulder, naturally, leapt to the conclusion of alien
involvement. Scully, naturally, rolled her eyes and tried looking
for a more straightforward explanation.
The afternoon was filled with interviews with the abductees.
At Mulder's insistence, each one was hypnotized but could offer no
other information to shed light. It was as if their minds had
completely shut off during their missing time.
It was late when the two finally got back to their hotel room,
exhausted after a long day. Because of overbooking, the two had to
get a room together, with twin beds. It was a little tough, but
they managed. Mulder immediately collapsed onto his bed, fully
clothed. Although he could go without sleep for irregular periods
of time, he was still human. Plus, he had driven the hour long trip
from the airport to the town. He was overly exhausted, something
his quiet snoring soon confirmed.
Scully was shifting through some reports when her gaze fell
upon her partner. She stared at him, his handsome features quiet in
sleep and bit her lip. For some time now, Scully had become aware
that she harbored a major feeling for Mulder. It wasn't just sex,
although god knew Scully needed that as well. She truly loved the
man, but wasn't sure the feeling was mutual.
As Scully stared at her sleeping partner, an idea occurred to
her. At first she shook it off as too insane. But it stuck with
her, refusing to go away. Scully wasn't sure if what she was
planning would even work, but before she could talk herself out of
it, she was close to Mulder's ear. "Mulder, can you hear me?"
A small grunt answered her. Mulder was in a state under sleep,
where his subconscious was open to suggestion. It was that part
Scully spoke to. "Mulder, you are feeling very relaxed now." Scully
wasn't sure if she was doing this right but she had seen enough
hypnotic regression sessions to wing it. "Very relaxed. Your mind
is open to me and you can trust me. You can always trust me. How do
you feel about me, Mulder?"
Mulder's brow wrinkled, his eyes moving beneath their lids.
"Scully...I love her.."
Scully leaned back and closed her eyes. Oh, god, he did love
her. Now what? She moved her eyes down Mulder's body, an eyebrow
coming up as she saw the slight bulge in Mulder's pants. Scully
hesitated only for a moment before deciding. She moved forward,
unzipping Mulder's pants, pulling them down. She quickly pulled
down Mulder's skivvies, allowing his cock to pop out. She stared
for a long moment at it, then slipped off her panties.
"Relax, Mulder. Just relax and let yourself go. Let yourself
grow more relaxed and aroused. Just think of your favorite erotic
dream and let yourself go." With a sigh, Scully sat herself onto
Mulder's cock. She slowly began shifting, moving herself along the
erect rod. Mulder began to answer her, shifting his pelvis to
match. The two moved slowly, Scully managing to pump Mulder's cock
into pleasure. The two could feel the tension rise, even though
Scully was the only one aware of it. Scully pushed herself harder,
trying to continue the rhythm. The ecstasy in her grew and was
finally released when she felt Mulder shoot his wad into her.
Scully was still for a moment, still not believing what had
occurred. She disengaged herself from Mulder, juices dripping. She
quickly wiped off Mulder's cock with a towel from the bathroom and
replaced his shorts and pants. She sat next to him. "Mulder, listen
to me. Go back to sleep. A nice, restful sleep. When you wake up,
you will not remember this occurring. It was simply a dream. Sleep
now." Mulder seemed to sink deeper into the pillows as he obeyed.
Scully hopped back onto her bed and shook her head. What the hell
had gotten into her?
Before she could answer the personal question, the room's
phone rang. Scully picked it up. She listened for a moment and shut
her eyes. She put the phone back on the hook and sunk onto her bed,
fast asleep.
"Phase Two successful. No memory for her."
"Should we go on to the final stage?"
"Go for it."
The next day held disappointment for Mulder. The agents
learned that the girls had been abducted by the local oddball, a
handyman who had chloroformed them and kept them in a state of
unconsciousness while raping them. Videotapes found at the man's
home showed his crimes and he was all too willing to confess,
seemingly proud of what he had done. Mulder and Scully had met a
lot of despicable characters throughout their careers, but this man
ranked among the worst.
Once again, it was late as the two came back to the hotel.
They silently packed for the morning flight to DC. Mulder was
quieter than usual, a sign that he was deep in thought. Scully sat
down on the bed next to him. "You really thought you had it this
time, didn't you?" she said softly.
"I always hope," came Mulder's reply.
Scully bit her lip as she looked at her partner. "Do you ever
worry that you won't find it?"
Mulder shook his head. "I always believe I'll find it, Scully.
I just wish it'd be soon."
Scully nodded. "It's a lonely life, isn't it? Giving up
everything to satisfy your quest."
"You make me sound like I'm on the Holy Crusades."
"Well, in a way you are. You have no friends, no contacts, no
hobbies, nothing outside your search."
Mulder looked at her. "I have you, Scully."
An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mulder. "I've made
sacrifices, sure. But so have you. And I appreciate that."
"You do?"
"Scully, you had a good career going when you got assigned to
observing me. You could have refused the assignment, you could've
asked for transfer after a few months. But you didn't. You've stuck
with me. That means a lot to me. It's been a long time since anyone
trusted me like that."
"Well, it's cost a lot. My social life is almost on a par with
yours. But I don't regret it. You need someone to keep your head on
straight and bail you out."
Mulder chuckled. "We're a couple of loners, aren't we?"
Scully stared at him. "No one should be alone, Mulder."
He looked up at her, at those green eyes that carried so much
beauty, intelligence, pain, happiness and more. Now he saw
something in them he'd never seen before: Love.
He took her gently by the neck, pulled her in close and kissed
her. She responded passionately, her tongue wrapping around his.
Four years of desire came loose in seconds as they pressed against
each other. Slowly, they sank onto the bed, still kissing. Eyes
closed, her lips locked on Mulder's, Scully quickly disengaged
Mulder's belt and began pulling down his pants. Simultaneously,
Mulder started unsnapping the buttons on Scully's suit. "Scully,
are you sure..?" Mulder got out of his mouth.
"Mulder, shut up and make love," was the reply.
Pants, jackets, shirts, holsters, cell phones and underwear
fell to a growing pile on the floor. Naked, they embraced each
other harder, Mulder feeling Scully's breasts pressed against his
chest. He buried his head between them, lovingly kissing the
nipples, an action that delighted Scully. After suckling the
luscious mounds, Mulder moved again to kiss Scully. He couldn't get
enough of her taste, her passion, her love. She felt the same way
as she felt her tongue slip around his lips and mouth, touching his
chin. She groaned as she felt Mulder enter her.
Contrary to opinion, there is a definite difference between
having sex and making love. The few times Mulder and Scully had sex
with other partners, it was energetic but somehow lacking. This
wasn't. The two were consummating a relationship, letting their
feelings out. Sex was secondary that night. Love was foremost.
Mulder pressed into Scully, moving his hips to form a rhythm.
Scully quickly matched it as the two began building themselves up.
Mulder arched his back as he pumped, feeling the juices in his
erect cock grow. Scully grasped a handful of bedsheets as she felt
her own juices drip around Mulder's cock, arousal on full blast.
Mulder finally released himself into her, bringing out a cry in
Scully. Mulder, spent, collapsed onto her. The two held each other
as the aftermath hit them. It was a position they would hold when
they finally drifted off to sleep...three hours later.
In a nondescript van across the street from the motel, five
people were toasting each other. They were a mydraid group. One had
a dark beard and a business suit. Another had long blond hair,
glasses and a torn T-Shirt. One also wore glasses, with a short
haircut and a somewhat grungy outfit. One was a man in his fifties,
with glasses and a balding plate. The last one was a dark-haired,
attractive women in her mid-forties.
"I have to hand it to you guys," Walter Skinner said. "You
came through all the way."
"It wasn't that difficult," the Lone Gunman known as Byers
said. "Simple subminimal messages piped into their bedrooms while
they slept set up the initial code keys."
"The hypnotic triggers worked great too," Forhike added.
"Implanted the suggestions then removed all trace of their actions
from their memories."
"Thanks again for setting up that training seminar," Langly
put in. "It was a great way to test and streamline the implanted
suggestions."
"All the credit can't go to me," Skinner stated. "This whole
plan was due to the lady of the hour."
They all turned to Margaret Scully, who blushed. "Well, the
two of them obviously belonged together. Dana's always been
stubborn about things like that, so a little push was required."
"And now that they are together," Skinner said. "We can
actually get on and get some lives of our own."
"Amen," four voices answered.
As one, they turned to a monitor inside the van. On the
screen, transmitted via a special miniature camera, was Mulder and
Scully, sleeping quietly. Together.
I was actually going to use a different type of MC, but the
author of the "Incubus" story beat me to it. Besides, you have to
admit the ending is nice.
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