Act IV –Blue Steel

Fox Mulder has an eidetic memory. Some call this a 'photographic' memory, but there really is no such thing. People with such a memory, relive past events with all 5 sensory perceptions, they also have great memory recall and that is what they were going to use—right now. Mulder had intimate knowledge of some of the WWII events that the Nazis would undoubtedly know. Baiting them with this information will give Mary credibility and she planned to use this against the enemy.

Scully wasn't sure when Mary believed they were from the future, but she did. Scully was having a hard time accepting that these people were from the past, but all the trappings in the ship, the clothing and even the way everyone behaved screamed of a different time. Mary acknowledged this development and based her plan on an improbability. The women were quite different in personality, even if they looked the same.

Mary grilled Mulder on several early WWII events and got details that no one, but someone who had secret information (or learned from history class) could have known. She even asked how the whole war ended, but Mulder wouldn't tell her as it could change history. Scully found her jealousy growing. He was infatuated with this OSS agent and Mary, was a believer.

Mulder was cleaning and loading the weapons when Mary came up to her. "You two seem…close."

Scully regarded the woman and seeing the same set of eyes and facial features looking back at her was disconcerting. "He is my partner and best friend."

Mary laughed. "He's not your 'friend'." She quickly amended. "I mean, maybe, but that's not all he wants from you."

"Is it the same thing Claude wants from you?" Scully stared hard at her twin.

"Not exactly." Mary's face turned impassive. "Mr. Mulder is nothing like Claude. Your man cares for you. He came looking for *you*. I could even see the moment when he realized that I was different and he was severely disappointed—heartbroken even." Scully was surprised.

"It happened right after we found you roaming the halls. When we first fished him out of the water, he said he came looking for me. He used my name and said it was his last chance at 'love'. Claude took that as a challenge and…asserted himself. When we returned, Mr. Mulder caught on that I wasn't 'a Scully' and I never would be." She lowered her voice. "That man wants…Dana Scully, not Mary Buckley. The fact that I happen to physically resemble you doesn't matter anymore. I don't know what happened between you two and frankly, I have more than enough problems to worry about than this, but…give the man a chance. He obviously loves you and that is special in 1939, 1999 or 2999." She packed up her ammo. "I've said my piece. Good Luck, Miss Scully."

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Agent Buckley suited up for her next task. She changed into a white calf-length casual dress that had pretty navy blue buttons down the front and a small blue jacket. The plan was simple—get captured. Mulder handed her a small pistol which she hid in a holster at the curve of her back and a small dagger in a scabbard that she put underneath her breasts. Mulder was nervous for her as she was taking a great risk bringing weapons as she was sure to be searched, but she mentioned that they would be suspicious if she wasn't armed since she is an American spy.

Mulder and Scully's only duty was to re-join their friends by making it to the interrogation room and then hide and wait. They had to make sure they weren't seen in transit, especially Scully. As far as any of them could tell, none of the other Germans knew about her.

Mary opened the door a crack, saw the empty hall and slipped out. She wasn't sure where Claude would have had the Americans taken, but it was unlikely to be the same room as before. She knew from experience that Claude Graber was a sadist and when he was denied what he wanted, he made sure that there was punishment. Those men didn't know anything and it had to look good in front of Dietrich so he would need a place where he could tie them up and do as much damage as he liked.

On a luxury cruise liner, it was unlikely there was a brig. However, on the lower decks there were rooms where some of the sailors where initially held when the Germans arrived. Mary suggested that Mulder and Scully try there first. She headed for the ballroom and managed to get spotted right before Graber and Dietrich left.

The uniforms yelled out about her discovery and roughly grabbed her. She was hauled back before that disgusting man, Richter. The acrid smoke that hung about him was stifling. Since Richter didn't speak English, it was lucky she was fluent in German.

A large puff of smoke was blown in her face. "Ah, the OSS spy. I knew you would turn up again. We found the others that are working with you and Graber was just about to question them. Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you right where you stand. You tried to hide that scientist from me."

Mary was going to be brave. "Because I have information that you want and I'm not the only one that knows it. When the United States finds out, it may encourage them to get involved in Germany's aspirations—especially if that scientist doesn't arrive as scheduled."

Richter froze, then glanced at Graber and Dietrich. "Explain."

"Let the scientist go and release the ship."

The ranking Nazi chuckled. "That is not the way it works, my dear. You tell me what I want to know or I let him do what he wants with you. I sincerely suggest you take me up on my offer. Hauptsturmführer Graber enjoys inflicting the maximum amount of pain." Graber emphasized that by staring menacingly at Mary and crossing his arms.

"I'll talk, but not until you release the scientist and the ship."

Richter took a final puff, threw the cigarette on the floor and ground it with his heel. "Very well. Graber, take her with the others. Start on her first."

Dietrich grabbed her arm and Mary struggled, then the weasel smiled evilly. "Hold it, what do we have here?" Dietrich flipped her around and felt her back, and pulled out her pistol. "Look, Graber. She was planning a little surprise for you."

Graber walked up to her and struck her across the face in front of everyone. Mary's head snapped back from the blow. "That is just a taste of what is to come, spy." Richter chuckled some more and turned away as the men dragged Mary out of the room.

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Mulder and Scully raced down the hallway to a set of stairs. They had no idea where the rooms that Mary mentioned were, but it was important that they found them soon. Mulder was watching the clock and they had one hour to get off the ship before it vanished for another year.

They were about to go down another corridor when they spotted another guard. Mulder pulled Scully flat against a wall in the stairwell. The guard came ambling down, looked about, but he stopped and peered with interest at one door that had a small window. The duo waited until the guard reached the end of the corridor, barley inches from them, but thankfully turned around and walked back in the other direction.

It was going to be difficult to search with him about and Mulder was considering going back upstairs, when the guard came smartly to attention with a shout and raised his arm in the Nazi salute. Mulder dared to peek and saw Claude Graber and the Jeffery Spender lookalike striding purposefully down the hallway with a dazed looking Mary dragged between them. He watched as they entered that room with the window and now they knew where they were being kept.

"I found the room, but there is a guard in the hallway." Mulder whispered very quietly in Scully's ear. "We need to find a room nearby to take cover."

"Does the guard leave or just stay in this corridor?" Scully was very quiet.

"I don't know. Let's wait." After a few moments at the end of the hall, the Nazi looked around carefully and then entered a room that looked like a bathroom. "Here's our chance!" Mulder pulled Scully down the hall to a door on the other side of the interrogation room. It was unlocked and they slipped inside.

They appeared to be in some sort of access area. There was a set of stairs and nowhere else to go, but up. If the guard opened the door and found them there… Mulder urged Scully to climb and they tiptoed up the metal steps. When they reached a deck, they saw that the catwalk overlooked a large nearly empty area that could be a storage hold. There was a large hook in the middle of the room that had a mechanical pulley system rigged to it and several large crates in the corners.

Mulder also could see into the room next door; his friends were tied up and sitting on the floor, but looked generally unharmed. He drew Scully's attention to it and she nodded. There was a door from the storage room to when the guys were being held, but then Mulder noticed that both Graber and Dietrich shuffled about the room and doing something to Mary. She was struggling, but the men handled her easily. Finally, the connecting door swung open and the Nazis entered dragging an unwilling American spy.

"I can't hear them," Mulder hissed. "I'm going down there." He pointed to a second set of steps that led down into the room. "Stay here." Scully put a hand on his arm, but he shook his head and left. Crouching low Mulder slunk down the stairs and hid behind a large crate. The sound was much better.

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As she was dragged and tied up to be tortured, Mary Buckley reflected on her life's choices. The daughter of Irish immigrants, she was fortunate to have been chosen to be an agent in the OSS. There was still some bad blood and distrust of the Irish and she was a woman to boot. However, she never regretted it—well *almost* never.

Hauptsturmführer Claudius Graber wasn't the only man she had to sleep with to perform her patriotic duty, but he was the most violent. While cruel and unpredictable, he was loyal to the cause and she was going to have to trust him now. With Dietrich watching, he had to brutalize her so her confession would seem real and she was trying to prepare herself.

"What is your name?" Claude removed his SS jacket and hat, then started rolling up his sleeves.

"Mary Buckley."

"Well, Mary," Claude lowered a hook from the ceiling. The mechanism was grinding a terrible noise. "This is what I am going to do. I am going to ask you some questions and if you refuse to answer or I think you are lying, you will be punished—severely. It is that simple." Claude pulled her roughly to him. "Raise your hands."

Mary was getting scared, however she did as she was told. Claude fixed the hook through the rope tying her hands together and went back to the mechanism. The horrible screech was nothing compared to her scream as she was lifted off the floor. Her shoulders were stretched and it was painful. He walked back and they were face to face. Claude was a tall man and Mary was petite so for her to look him straight in the eye meant she had to be raised up almost a foot.

"Good. We will begin…" Suddenly a loud thud and then a clanging noise was heard. Claude turned around and saw a dagger and scabbard on the floor.

*Oh shit* This was the worst possible moment that could have happened. By stretching her up like this, her breasts were lifted and they released the weapon.

Dietrich laughed heartily and his voice echoed off the walls. "The little chit is full of surprises. Take heart, Graber. With her hands tied like that, she couldn't have killed you with it, but I'm sure she was saving that for a better opportunity."

Claude snarled, "Quiet, Dietrich!" He bent down and picked up the knife, looking at it with a small amount of amazement. "It has a blue steel blade and is German made. How appropriate." Graber approached Mary and waved it in front of her face. "So, you planned to kill me with this little toy? I will show you real blue steel—also German made." He traced her face with the tip of it and then quick as lightening, slashed open the front of her dress.

Mary tried not to cry out as she realized that Claude had cut through everything and even nicked her skin a little. Her bra hung limply on her shoulders and her breasts were completely exposed. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Dietrich stand from where he was sitting on a crate—very interested. *He wouldn't do this to her…not in front of him…he—just—wouldn't!*

"I'm afraid, Mary, that this is something that requires punishment. I warned you." Graber went to the pulley control and lowered her until she barely touched the ground. Then he stood in front of her and rubbed the large bulge under his pants. "Yes, you will know what German blue steel really is, Mary."

He slapped her breasts several times and pinched her nipples—hard. Mary screamed. Then Graber took her knife and drew it around one of her breasts. She knew she looked terrified, but Mary couldn't help it. Finally, the pain came as he pierced one of her nipples and it started to bleed. Mary shrieked and Graber pulled her to him and sucked on the injured point, greedily sucking in her blood. When he stepped back, his mouth was coated with it. She was horrified.

"Now, my dear, for the real punishment."

"I'll talk!" Mary cried out, she didn't want this happening in front of Dietrich. That creep was eagerly watching the proceedings and she could see the bulge in his pants too.

"Yes," Graber walked behind and lifted up her dress. He used the knife to split her panties in two. "You will talk—*after* your lesson."

Mary could hear him unbuttoning his pants and then she felt his large cock against her buttocks. This was going to happen. He lifted her up and rammed himself inside her. It hurt worse than the other time and when she refused to cry out, he pinched her undamaged breast and she remembered that he likes her to scream—so she did.

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Mulder couldn't believe what he was watching. While it was obvious that they were lovers and Mary all but acknowledged their relationship, but Claude Graber was raping Mary Buckley…AND he was doing it in front of an audience.

Everything about this scene should have revolted him, but he was aroused too. Watching a Skinner lookalike force himself on a Scully lookalike was strange and oddly compelling. Neither he nor Skinner could never hurt the real Scully this way, but watching her breasts swing and dance as the large man behind her thrust in and out; the look of surprise and distress on her face as she had no choice, but to allow him to repeatedly invade her; the immense pleasure on his face as he satisfied one of his sordid desires. It was arousing to say the least. A sick fantasy from a man who likes to watch. Damn Phoebe Green for corrupting his soul.

*Shit* Scully was seeing this too. He was going to have a hard time facing her after this. He considered going back up, but Claude was speaking again.

"This is what happens to female spies, Mary. I can't imagine this is new to you." He grunted and pounded harder. "It's not new to me and—I enjoy it." He continued for another 5 minutes and his grunting got louder. "You should be grateful that I'm allowing an American mutt to receive pure German heirloom seed."

He gave a Herculean cry and Mulder could see the ecstasy on the Nazi's face as he spilled into her. Finally, Claude pulled out, picked up Mary's panties, wiped himself and then put his cock away. He went to face her. "That's what happens to bad little spies. I even know some soldiers that will do that to men—not that I'd expose them. And that is what is going to happen to *you* over and over again until you talk. Next time, I'll let Dietrich take a turn."

Mulder saw Mary turn her head at the man who had been sitting quietly in the corner, rubbing himself during this episode. Dietrich got up and started towards her, unbuttoning his pants. The evil grin on his face was scary even to Mulder, but Mary, thankfully, acquiesced.

"I'll talk. Don't let him…"

Graber waved at the weasel to sit down. A disappointed Dietrich did as he was told. "I'm listening."

"America knows that Germany and Russia are planning to invade Poland. This scientist was captured by the Germans a year ago. There was a deal made that if he was returned to them, that they would not interfere. The British and French are asking America to send troops."

Dietrich rushed to her. "How do you know this?"

Mary was weary. "I'm a spy—remember? Now tell Richter that he is to release the scientist and send the Queen Anne on her way. Like I said, I'm not the only one who knows. If that man doesn't arrive on schedule and it's found a German U-boat blew up his ship…"

"I must tell the Sturmbannführer!" Dietrich practically ran out of the room.

When he was gone, Graber lowered Mary to the ground and approached her. After he cut her bonds, she tried to wrap her torn dress around herself. She went to slap him across the face, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. "You did well."

"You are truly insane, Claude. You didn't have to do any of that—especially right in front of Dietrich."

"I had to be convincing and you brought a knife, Mary. A light tap on the bottom wouldn't do. Besides, it will give you cover on the ride back to Germany. I will claim you for myself. You are lucky I outrank Dietrich. Richter can't get it up anymore so you don't have to worry about him."

"You hurt me."

"When have I not? Secretly I think you love it."

"I went back to America to get away from you. I can't believe I'm stuck with you again."

Graber laughed. "You chose this path, not I. You could have gone off with those other Americans—into the *future*." He chuckled again and then crinkled his brow. "How *did* you know about the invasion? I didn't tell you."

Mary just stared at him.