It was barely an hour after her meeting with Dario that he saw her arrive at 2680 Rothchild. He noticed the way she remained in her car at first, her face betraying the internal struggle she was still waging within herself as to the wiseness of continuing her descent into the secret world he'd opened up for her. But he knew she was breaking under the demands of her struggle, her desires were beginning to pool at the core of her being and soon he knew she would be willing to explore with him. To go further than she had ever gone before in the search for that part of herself she often kept shackled. She was probably minutes away from a further turn of the key to the lock of her basest instincts and he closed his eyes in anticipation of what she might be capable of when she began to make her choices.
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Scully was taken aback by how casually the staff of Davison Processing aquiesed to her request to see Movie 101. She was led by a youngish japanese man in his early twenties down a long echoing corridor of varied rooms and ushered into a small darkened booth in the furthest room where she was told to wait while the film was prepared for showing. As Scully surveyed the semi-darkness that surrounded her and felt the contours of the small cushioned seat behind her, she pondered this further destination she was visiting on what now seemed to be an inevitable journey for her to take. It was a reasonably sized facility and seemed to bear the outside face of a standard film developing company, no sign of the erotic furnishings that had adorned Seducer Productions. It amazed her how these portals into a twilight world could exist so incongrously in the middle of surroundings she thought she knew well.
As Scully waited for the film to begin, she was aware of a growing heat building inside her and an animal impatience clawing at the pit of her stomach. It seemed an eternity for anything to appear on the small screen in front of her and she refused to sit back in the seat behind her, too afraid of what she might be tempted to do in the privacy of the booth if she reclined. Finally the screen came slowly to life and Scully found the breath almost holding in her throat as a picture started to form.
Once again the location seemed to scream edgy and forbidden to her. A dank dark brick-walled dungeon only barely lit by the flicker of torchlight that could have come right out of the pages of a story by Edgar Allan Poe. As the camera tracked around the semi-illuminated golden-hued room, it came to focus on a blonde woman shackled by her arms and feet to what appeared to Scully almost resembled an ancient rack. As the woman's face came into dim view, Scully found her heart miss a beat when she once again beheld Lynette, only this time as she lay pulling at her bonded limbs, Scully could see she was totally naked. The torchlight's golden aura highlighted the shapes and curves of Lynette's body in a very erotic way and every movement of muscle and skin, every slight tremble was magnified in the spotlight of the torches. Scully noticed the fullness of Lynette's breasts more than she had in the previous scene she had viewed, how aroused the points of her thick darkened nipples were as she lay awaiting something that was lurking out of sight of her. As Scully shifted on the balls of her feet, bringing her tingling thighs close together under her skirt, she saw a man emerge from the shadows.
The man was equally naked but wearing a black studded hood that instantly reminded Scully of the figure taunting the bound woman in the Breaking Red picture that she had studied at 3588 Prospect Street, his strongly muscular body also doused in glistening oil. Unlike the man in the first torrid scene Scully had viewed, he carried no whip but just a small jewelled dagger that glinted in the half-darkness when light fell upon it. The dagger intensified the feeling of danger that permeated this scene and at the same time the appearance of such a weapon made Scully uncomfortably apprehensive it also made her more aroused than she could comprehend.
As the man reached Lynette, he slowly travelled the dagger across her body, tracing the cold metal across the fullness of her lips and down her slender tensing neck. He continued to draw it down the parting of her cleavage and over and across her breasts, leaving Scully afraid he would prick her sensitive nipples with the blade. The dagger slid just inches from marking Lynette's skin down her toned stomach which was taut with apprehension as the man ran the instrument down between her thighs stopping just short of touching the woman's obviously wettened centre.
"You excite me with your appetite for danger, Lynette..."
It seemed like the same voice that had taunted Scully's friend before. As the mysterious man brought his hooded face to the trembling blonde's, he held the dagger just behind her right ear, parting her blonde locks with it.
"The thought you lie here willingly at my mercies when I could do absolutely anything to you and you could not stop me..."
Scully felt hot watching the man make his provocative comments. Hotter than she had ever felt before. It would have been a different story if she hadn't sensed Lynette's obvious co-operation with such a scenario. She had herself been in very dangerous situations before with truly dark souls whose obsessions had been blackly sexual, devilishly perverse and they had terrified her with the base nature of their evil when they had held her at their mercy. But this situation was different. She understood the game behind the action, what was being played out. And she didn't feel ashamed of her feelings as she watched, she felt exhilarated, alive...
"I could do anything, Lynette...mark you with the cut of ownership, take your life during the act of sex...anything...you know that, don't you?"
Lynette's response was a husky whispered moan.
"I know that...your bitch knows that..."
The man slowly lowered the knife, his smile visible even through the confines of the hood.
"You deserve a gift for your honesty, my whore...a very special gift..."
As Lynette opened her mouth wide, Scully jolted where she stood as the man pushed his formidable cock between her stretched lips, his strong body atop the rack standing over her, his hands gripping the top of it firmly as he slammed down into her making her take him as deep as possible and holding himself there.
"How long can you take me, Lynette? How deep can you let me in? Show me, bitch, show me..."
It was clearly apparent Lynette was nearly gagging on the size of the cock lodged down her throat but she was also seemingly enjoying the struggle to accomodate it and as the man finally pulled it clear, Scully found herself almost coughing along with her friend at the chance to release her held-in breaths.
"You like that, Lynette?"
The answer was pleadingly affirmative.
"Yes..."
"Again?"
Lynette's eyes were afire as she pulled wantonly on her bonds.
"Yes..."
"Say please..."
"Pleeeeeeeeaseee..."
It was nothing short of begging but it didn't demean her. Scully remembered Dario's words in the office to her about gaining strength from release and she felt that strength pouring from every inch of Lynette's arched naked body as she pleaded for her mouth to be full of cock once more. The man dove down into her, deeper still this time and held himself in longer too until Lynette's whole body was shaking under him, jerking with the need to breathe.
"Not yet...not yet..."
As Lynette began to buck widly under the man, for a moment Scully was momentarily afraid that things would go too far and found herself tensely digging her heels into the soft carpet at her feet. But eventually the man pulled free and even though Lynette's gasps for air sounded tortured, it was still obvious how aroused she was to recieve such treatment.
This oral game continued for several minutes, getting more daring with each enaction of it. Scully was beginning to feel drowsy with the voyeuristic charge she was receiving and as the man made to roughly part Lynette's legs on the rack and begin to subject her to an animalistic pounding on its frame, she wondered if she could survive watching more than one scene without submitting to the urge to sit and administer to the burning sensation ripping through her core. She already felt how damp her underwear was on her, the thin black lace sticking to her like a fabric skin. As she watched the man drive down into Lynette while he held her bound wrists tight in his strong hands, his buttocks glistening and tight with each entry of her, Scully felt an overwhelming urge to do one of either two things; implore that the movie be stopped or bury her hand beneath her skirt and bring an end to her need to release along with her friend on the screen.
The man pressed his forehead to Lynette's in a torrid close-up, their eyes locked in animal abandon, each provoking the other with just a look.
"I love fucking you, you whore..." The man rasped as Lynette ran her tongue along the slit of his lips through the black hood. "I've never felt such a willing hot pussy flooding over my cock as yours..." He drooled saliva between their mouths, Lynette willingly swallowing it like a fine wine.
"My pussy is yours..." Lynette's voice was barely intelligible. "I am yours...every inch of me..."
"Damn right..." The man speeded up his strokes into her as Lynette threw back her head in the agony of pure pained ecstasy. "Take it, bitch...TAKE IT!! I'm gonna destroy your pussy...you hear me? I'M GONNA DESTROY IT!!"
As the wet sounds of Lynette being plundered filled her ears, Scully made to move backwards in her delirium but was startled to find herself stopped by a figure behind her, a familiar voice whispering in her ear.
"Is it getting to you, Red?"
It was Dixon, his hard body pressing against hers from behind once more and the realisation nearly made her collapse with its timing. This was no coincidence. His arrival here as she watched this scene was purely deliberate. Scully wondered just how long ago this meeting had been set up but part of her didn't care. As she felt Dixon's strong hands on her thighs once more and travelling up her skirt, part of her resigned herself to what she felt was coming, wanted it more badly than anything else in this moment. His touching her accompanied by the animal sexual noises erupting from the screen made her head spin with pure lust, it was a virtual soundtrack to her seduction. And she wanted to be seduced here in this small private room. She wanted her dream from last night realised. Dana Scully wanted Dixon's cock inside her body for real.
He was panting in Scully's ear as he began to slide her slickened panties down her thighs, making her bite her lip until it almost bled.
"If you want me to stop, Red, I'll stop..." His voice was a broken-up and aroused hiss. "All you have to do is tell me..."
Her panties slid lower down her legs, she felt the fabric of her skirt touching her bare ass and that meant she could feel the head of Dixon's cock even more clearly against her. Such a small material barrier between him and her, it drove her crazy.
"But I don't think you want me to stop, Red...or you would have stopped me by now...wouldn't you?"
Her panties were at her ankles. On the screen, the man had unfastened Lynette's bonds and resecured her face-down on the rack. As he began to drive himself between Lynette's rippling cheeks, sweat and oils dripping on her skin under him, Dixon bit into the soft skin of Scully's earlobe making her emit an audible moan.
"Perfect timing."
He yanked on the panties still trapped above Scully's feet.
"Step out of them, Red."
As Scully found herself raising each foot, Dixon pulled the panties free and threw them onto the seat behind them. Roughly spinning Scully around, he tore at her blouse, buttons popping as he ripped at the white fabric and exposing the black bra underneath it, Scully's cleavage undulating in its confinement, a trail of sweat pooling down its deep valley. Dixon brought his head to her chest and Scully threw her head back as his mouth hungrily licked up between her breasts, tasting her sweat. As they backed up clumsily against the screen, the torrid anal fucking the man was administering to Lynette was played across their bodies almost as if they had entered the action themselves or taken the place of the couple on it. Scully ran her hands across the black man's almost bald head as he pulled one of her breasts from her bra and hungrily bit into it.
"Oh...my...godddddd..."
Scully found Dixon was pulling up her lower body to meet his as he spun her around hard into the side wall, bunching up her skirt to free her for him to enter. Scully began to pant with the exertion along with him, with the naked arousal flooding through her. Dixon's mouth collided with hers and she found herself parting her lips to allow him access, his tongue mixing with hers in a searing deep kiss that took her over the edge. As they parted, Scully's blue-green eyes locked with Dixon's, a string of saliva linking their lips as he brought one hand down between her thighs while the other one gripped her flushed buttocks for support.
"I want to put my fingers inside you, Red..."
Scully couldn't talk. Her eyes gave acknowledgement when her voice could not possibly. As she felt Dixon probing her, opening her out, her whole body rippled with the feelings he was stirring in her. As he worked her engorged clit with a steadily building speed, Scully leant forward and buried her teeth hard into the naked black flesh of his shoulder in an effort to hold back a pleasured scream she thought would shatter her lungs, an action that made Dixon's fingers plunder her deeper still.
"I'm a whore...I'm a fucking whore..."
Lynette's voice was a long prolonged squealing from the confines of the screen as Dixon eventually withdrew from Scully and slamming her head back against the wall pushed his slickenened fingers into her mouth.
"See how you taste when you let go, Red? Like honey, baby...like fucking honey..."
Scully sucked on his fingers, maintaining eye contact with Dixon as she suggestively drew out the action with an obvious implication. She felt Dixon's cock become harder against her thigh as he drank in the sight and knew she was seconds away from feeling that cock give her the release she craved. As she felt him take it in his hand and position it to a point in her she where she now felt she was streaming, the screen to the side of them suddenly went black with the darkness of a reel change in progress. The booth fell silent but for the sound of their excited breath and the contrast made Scully realise what was happening as if a curtain had been pulled down to let daylight into the dark.
She quickly disentangled herself from Dixon's embrace, disappointment and confusion evident in the black man's eyes as Scully tried to stand, pulling her dishevelled skirt down around her and trying to straighten her messed-up red hair. She realised she couldn't find her missing panties in the darkness across the booth but didn't care. Pushing her bruised breast back into her bra and trying to fix her blouse around herself as much as she could given its torn nature, she felt an overwhelming need once again to run overcome her but this time it was harder to leave this world than ever before. Looking at Dixon, she found herself unsure what to say in the circumstances. Scully almost wanted to apologise to him for her reaction and stay to get fucked by him like she never had been before. But as she parted the door to the booth and the outside light poured in she made her choice. She literally ran down the long corridor passing several quizzical members of staff and threw open the outer doors to the building, taking in the biggest gulps of air she ever felt she had taken into her lungs. She was unaware of the man who had been following her exit from the building.
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He'd known how close she had been as he had watched from the projection room, hers and Dixon's bodies visible through the light stream, entangled, joined, one. He thought she would make the choice to take him inside herself and ride away her inhibitions with him. But she was truly stronger than he had realised which made her eventual surrender to her inner feelings excite him anew. The longer it took, the more potent it would be when the moment came and he suspected that deep inside herself she wanted him to be the one that took her there. He would know for sure tonight if she returned to Provocation. As he watched her drive away from the building, he prayed for that return like nothing else he had ever desired.
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As Scully breathlessly re-entered her apartment block, she was grateful for the fact she had taken vacation days off from her new position at Quantico as a means of finding Lynette's whereabouts because she felt she simply wouldn't have been in a condition to perform her duties there the frame of mind she was in right at this second.
Perform.
Scully cursed herself inwardly for using such a term in her scrambled thoughts. After all, wasn't that just what she had been on the verge of doing a short while ago, performing? Performing sexually with a complete stranger in the confines of a small room showing a movie of her close friend engaging in intense and violent copulation while she did so? A man twice now she had entertained the thought of taking inside herself only to stop just on the edge of surrendering herself completely to her lusts?
Scully couldn't remember a time when she had been such a slave to her internal feelings and been on the verge of letting them take her to such dark and forbidden places. She had prided herself on her control and intelligence especially during the traumatic and trying times of the last couple of years. Was it so easy for her to consider giving her body and soul to the people in this secret world she'd discovered only 24 hours ago? Was it so easy for her barriers to crumble so readily? The sensation of being without panties under her skirt reminded her it was.
As she approached the landing on which her apartment was situated, Scully was shocked to see Agent John Doggett standing outside her front door, obviously in the process of trying to get an answer from inside. A cold wave of fear shot through her being, not a feeling she would normally experience encountering her colleague but intensified by just how vulnerable she truly felt in this moment. And increased by her awareness of having no underwear and sporting a torn blouse under her hastily buttoned-up jacket. She had always credited Doggett as a man who could read people very well and was afraid that he would somehow know her shameful secret just from surveying her for a few minutes with his distinctive and magnetic blue eyes. That fear was also coupled with the simple embarrassment she felt at knowing she was partially naked in his presence too.
"Dana."
And he had made it worse by using her first name, instead of the more formal use of Agent Scully he had once greeted her with. As he turned to face her as she slowly approached him, she realised that the way he spoke her first name was not too dissimilar from the way Carlos spoke it. There was a feeling beyond simple greeting or acknowldegement that permeated both. With Carlos there had been unmistakable sexual and lustful implication in the way he spoke her name, with Doggett a definitely protective massage of her name, no less intimate and Scully knew that a lot more feeling lied behind his voice and face than he would dare to express to her. There had been a time when his clear feelings for her she had pondered reciprocating despite her longing for the missing Fox Mulder. But she felt that there would be a deceit to that action on her behalf because she would never be able to give Doggett what he truly desired, there would always be a part of her soul that belonged to Mulder no matter how much Doggett's caring for her had moved her, and if she was completely honest, at times scared her.
She was scared now of other more immediate feelings as she attempted to move past him to open her door.
"Agent Doggett. What is it?"
As she rushed past him into her living room, her panic almost making her leave the key still in her lock, Doggett followed her, his brow already furrowing with a quizzical movement as she walked softly into the room behind her.
"I needed to see you, Dana. Wanted to give you a heads-up on that last lead we had on Mulder..."
Scully closed her eyes tight at the mere painful mention of Mulder's name. Her soft reply was a strained whisper.
"I suppose it's negative..."
Doggett's eyes filled with a discernible concern.
"Yeah. I'm so sorry, Dana. I keep hoping one day I...Monica and I can bring you some good news..."
Scully, in a bid partly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes from Doggett, disappeared into her bedroom, her voice sounding from inside it.
"I've become accustomed to hearing nothing but that..."
Opening the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet, Scully hurriedly attempted to slide a new pair of panties up her thighs, aware of the irony implicit in the reason for her having to do so while in the same moment being once again tortured by the memory of the man who was no longer with her. Was that one of the reasons she had considered letting go so much earlier today? To relieve that pain, to feel the heat of a body desiring her, wanting her...in essence comforting her and making her feel whole. Taking her to a world where her pain and trauma didn't feature, only the satisfying of her hidden needs.
Before re-emerging from her bedroom, Scully ran a hand through her red hair, trying to compose herself and making sure the evidence of her torn blouse was kept hidden from view. She could still feel the thrill that had coursed through her when Dixon had ripped at it, his lust for her so primal it had almost tipped her over the edge. As she returned to the living room, she found Doggett still standing very close to the inside of the front door. So typical of him. Considerate of her feelings. Not wanting to impose on her when he felt she felt compromised. He was a good man but it always seemed lately he appeared to her in a bad time, a time when she'd have to send him away, to shut him out. And the guilt had having to do that had eaten at her a lot. Especially when he'd forgiven her so easily. She was afraid she was going to have to do it again.
"I appreciate you letting me know, John."
She gave him his first name to try to soften the blow once more, to try to tell him her desire for solitude was not a reflection on him and his actions. But she still felt bad inside.
"Are you ok, Dana? You always know if I can help in any way...I know since..." Doggett fought not to mention the name of the son Scully had recently placed into anonymous adoption for what she thought would be his true happiness, even though he himself was still confused by her action inside after all the battles to keep him close and safe. Especially after knowing full well what is was like to lose a son he wanted to keep equally safe more than anything in the world. "I know he's alright...and you've got to stop questioning yourself..."
Scully looked intensely at Doggett reading the own personal pain that was evident in him and understanding it fully. If only confusion didn't rein in her now, along with other emotions; shame, doubt, regret, want, need, hunger...If only her head was clearer and she felt she could ask Doggett to stay for just a little while...
"I'm ok, John. I'm really ok."
As he looked at her, Doggett already knew it was time to prepare for another reluctant goodbye.
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Scully sat alone for an eternity. It was time to make choices. Choices she felt she had to make to ease the pain of another reminder of what she had lost and to reconcile something burning inside she knew had always been part of herself and that she had to come to terms with and accept or she would be truly alone. They were potentially dangerous choices she was weighing up in her mind, their repercussions possibly ending with her trapped in a world she might not want to escape from. But for the moment she wanted to escape the fragile surroundings around her like she never had before and she saw only one option that had been presented to her. Despite the mystery surrounding him and the people he knew, she knew there was an undeniable connection between her and Carlos that went deeper than pure basic lust, it was something deeper that could possibly be more profound than what appeared to lie on its surface and tonight at Provocation she decided she wanted to discover what it was, no matter what the ultimate price for looking might be. A price her friend Lynette might already have paid.
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