Dana Scully - Provocation Chapter 2

As the night arrived when she planned to visit Dominion, Scully stood in her bedroom, surveying the transformation she had achieved in her large standing mirror. Once more the leather bustier clung to her like a tight second skin pushing up and accentuating her cleavage and breasts and making her nipples clearly visible through the material. Once more she wore the black leather skirt with splits up both thighs only this time it was further complemented by the stockings that rose up them. Once more she wore the dark spiked collar around her slender neck, already feeling like it enslaved her to the course of action she chose to make that evening. As if she needed to be enslaved to make her choice.

Scully had also chosen to slick back her red hair with a generous supply of gel which she felt would further help her blend into the decadent atmosphere she felt Dominion would house and had accentuated her features with much more makeup than she would normally apply. The dark eyeliner she had chosen had given her face a slightly gothic appearance and her lips blazed with a crimson fire that a severe and provocative application of thick lipstick had provided. Scully had also adjusted the back of the bustier she wore to heighten the view of her bare back and exhibit the ourobourous tattoo near its base. She felt that would further mark her as a prime candidate for frequenting the club.

For a minute Scully was amused by her reflection as if she felt she almost might be dressed up for Halloween. But as she stared longer at herself and took in the dark primal nature of her new look she lost herself in the feelings seeing herself in such a way instilled in her. It changed her whole attitude to how she bore herself and made her feel more ready to have the night swallow her and take her to a place that would be so alien to her. She had truly become another facet of herself and it thrilled her at the same time it terrified her. She also recognised it was more the feeling of fear that was arousing her than anything else; the thought of truly going to places she'd never dreamed of before. Or maybe that she had if she was honest with herself, deep deep down........

Scully chose to wrap a long dark coat around her moody ensemble, seeking to keep the full mystery of what she was wearing until she was inside the club proper. Her heart beating out of control against her ribcage, Scully took one last look at herself in the mirror and then disappeared from her apartment building into the cool night air.

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As Scully walked towards the Dominion club on 190 Holder Ave she could already hear what sounded like the dull rumble of music emanating from inside. Like Provocation, the entrance to the club seemed almost hidden from the outside world but for two darkly-clad black men adorning its subtle entrance. The heavy leather coats they both sported hiding traces of tight leather clothing underneath, their hair almost shaven away and their features severe, punctuated by nasal and mouth piercings that glinted in the night light. As Scully came closer to them, her high heels clicking on the ground below her, she became aware that also like Provocation this was a club that you only knew about if you were previously aware of its existence. She could already tell there was an exclusivity about it and she hoped she could easily pass through its doors.

"Good evening. Are you new here?"

The deep voice of one of the men greeted Scully as he roved his penetrating green eyes over her, obviously enjoying what he was seeing. His eye contact so electric it made Scully almost breathless. She tried to power up her dry voice to respond.

"Yes, but I'm a friend of Carlos. He told me I'd find a lot to amuse myself here."

Scully stood surveying the two mens' reaction to the name she'd just proffered, figuring that Carlos would most likely be well known here too and giving an indication of knowing him would hopefully grant her easier access. The one who had greeted her slowly smiled wide and gestured for her to pass him by.

"Carlos sure knows a thing of beauty....go ahead. Plenty to amuse yourself in here."

As Scully slowly walked towards a half-lit metal archway beyond which seemed to be the same kind of blackness that formed the entrance to Provocation, she was startled when the man reached out and gripped onto her arm, stopping her in his tracks and leaning down to address her.

"I sure hope you might wanna play some games I have in mind later...."

Just the way he held onto her made a trembling pulse course through Scully's body and carefully disentangling herself she tried to fix him with a pouty promising look.

"I'll be sure to come back and let you know if I do...."

"You do that, spitfire."

As she left behind the two men and let herself be swallowed up in the darkness of the club, Scully already felt the hot atmosphere inside hit her accompanied by the urgent and percussive sound of deep and ambient trance music. Unlike the entrance to Provocation, there wasn't even the merest fraction of light at first just the feel of a hard concrete floor under her as Scully walked. Then slowly little spots of illumination were visible in the walls, alternate red, blue and yellow lights bathing her and showing her flashes of other people in the dark and details of her surroundings. Glimpses of tangled limbs, shining metal, undulating bodies, restraints, chains, pulleys, what almost looked like industrial equipment. As Scully's eyes attempted to pierce the gloom more, her surroundings did almost begin to resemble an abandoned factory rather than an underground club. She was dimly aware of s**ttered rooms along a long walkway leading to what seemed to be four or five larger chambers and there seemed to be no signs of a dancefloor even though she was assaulted by much louder music now. No signs of any kind of bar either. Just rooms, chambers and what seemed like Scully to be floor-level and suspended metal cages, some of which were occupied by duos, trios or larger groups enjoying anything from what seemed to be bondage sex to mild torture. It was an environment much more forbidden than the previous club and Scully wondered just how she was going to spot Carlos, Dario or Lynette in the place without transgressing seriously on some of the deviant activity occuring all around her.

As she continued to walk, Scully slowly removed her coat and let it hang on one of the support beams off to her right, fully revealing her provocative state of dress to the strangers in the half-light. Even without really clearly seeing anyone, Scully was aware her arrival had not gone unnoticed and that eyes were watching her. She could feel it like a sixth sense. And as she continued to walk deeper into the club, she could feel she was descending into a world she felt for a moment she might not escape from.

Scully tried to peer into the rooms along the walkway to ascertain who was inside them but remaining careful to stay on their periphery of them so as not to be pulled into the activities occuring in them. As the sounds of panting, screaming, begging and whipping filled her ears, Scully's eyes ran over sights that made a shiver run down her spine and a warm flush spread through her body.

In one room she beheld a young blonde woman being dominated by her cloaked and hooded master, led around on a metal leash attached to her neck collar, crawling on all fours while she was made to service a line of at least twelve naked men orally, all of them dressed in black leather masks. And it seemed if it took more than a few moments to make each one come, she was reprimanded with a series of intense whippings on her bare buttocks with a whip that looked like it had been made from an a****l hide.

In other rooms, Scully saw a fierce looking dominatrix in a shiny black catsuit forcing her female slave to eat her out through the slit in it, all the while berating her to bring her pleasure or receive the strictest punishment. A duo of two heavily-muscled black men having hard sex with two bound women, a blonde and a brunette, who were tied end to end and forced to kiss while they were subjected to alternate bouts of intense anal sex and penetration with a wide series of sex toys. And another dominatrix forcing a man to clean every inch of her boots and outfit in return for an intense session of cock torture with various implements that clearly aroused the man to orgasm, but only at his mistresses' permission. The torrid and depraved sights went on and on as Scully travelled the length of the walkway, all the time her high-heels impacting on hard metal.

The whole place was stifling Scully not only with its heat but its air of complete sexual abandon. There were truly no limits to pain and pleasure in this establishment and the sounds she could hear from all around filtering over the music confirmed it. She could understand why Carlos felt so at home in a place like this given his apparent nature of enjoying sexual games. But Scully also couldn't understand how he, Dario and Lynette could meet here for a discussion about her possible involvement in the final video. Unless there was a room somewhere where visitors could come down from the highs of their sexual encounters. And unless it was some kind of bluff that they would be here at all and it was just a game to expose her to such an environment.

Circling around one of the main chambers where Scully was convinced she was witnessing a frenetic gangbanging taking place, she spied a small room on the right hand side of it. Stepping through its doorway, Scully found herself bathed in a blue neon light and surrounded by a collection of various pieces of provocative furniture. In the corner there was a raised metal bed frame, completely bare and with no mattress, on whose rail hung myriad pairs of metal handcuffs and other restraints including ball gags. Near to that was what seemed to be a rack-like device similar to the one Scully had witnessed Lynette on in one of her video scenes, a series of overhanging ropes and pulleys with manacles affixed to their ends, and a swing-chair which was a collection of chains and buckles that Scully could guess was used very frequently in a place like this. As she looked around the room for any signs of patronage, the blue light washing over her body in the bustier and spilt skirt, she began to inspect the swing chair in more detail until she became aware of a presence behind her.

"You like the chair?"

The voice made Scully jump and she slowly turned around to behold an athletic looking Korean man, dressed in tight leather pants and dark boots standing before her. His chest was bare and hairless and smeared with oil and his physique defined if not spectacularly muscular. Looking closer at the stranger, Scully noticed his hair was closely-cropped and there was a jagged scar just above his left eye. His eyes were narrow but piercing and there was a cruelness to his half-smiling small lips that unnerved Scully at the same time it offered excitement.

"It's interesting." Scully responded, really aware for the first time of just how exposed she was before this mysterious man dressed how she was. "Does it get a lot of use?" She turned to the swing-chair and began to nervously run her fingers over one of the hanging straps as the Korean sidled up behind her, the heat of his skin radiating into Scully's bare back even though he was not touching her. She jolted inside as she felt him running one of his fingers across her tattoo.

"Ourobourous."

Just the way he spoke the name sent another shiver through Scully. There was a cadence to his soft foreign voice that was almost hypnotic in a sense.

"I always find a woman who bears such a symbol intriguing. It means she is open to things that will challenge her."

Scully remained facing away from the stranger, but his light touch on her was threatening to spoil her composure, particularly alone in a room furnished like this in a place like this.

"It seems to me this whole club presents challenges to overcome or to endure...." Scully closed her eyes trying to remember why she had first come to Dominion and trying to stop the forbidden images that were filling her mind as the Korean's fingers moved lightly up her naked spine.

"Endure certainly." He ran his fingers along Scully's bare shoulders and along the back of her neck making Scully moisten her lips. She was aware how much her breasts were pressing against the bustier and felt any minute they would break from their confinement. The Korean brought his mouth to her ear and his whisper felt tortuous to Scully as he exhaled.

"Can you endure well?"

Scully found her hand gripping one of the hanging straps as she tried to keep a focus. But it was becoming extremely difficult for her to control her emotions as she felt the Korean's hot breath on the side of her face.

"If you're talking an ability to deal with an intense situation....then yes."

The Korean laughed softly amongst the slickened strands of Scully's red hair, his mouth moving down over her earlobe and lightly grazing it with his teeth making Scully grip onto the strap harder still. As she closed her darkly-adorned eyes tight, his voice seemed like a teasing breeze washing over her.

"What could be more intense than the battle to keep control....or the surrender of losing it?"

Scully threw back her head against him as he began to kiss across her neck and was aware of the music being filtered into the room. The evocative strains and words of Puscifer's Rev 20 22 began to sound in her ears and served as a provocative counterpoint to the emotions boiling up inside her as she felt the Korean's hands reaching around to squeeze on her breasts through the tight bustier. She was already drowning inside only minutes after stepping into this club, her feelings racing.

Don't be aroused by my confession
Unless you don't give a good goddamn about redemption

The Korean's hands found the points of Scully's erect nipples and twisted them with his fingers through the tight material making her high heels sc**** the metal floor.

I know Christ is coming
But so am I

The religious overtones of the music were not lost on Scully as the Korean moved his hands up her stockinged thighs and under the splits in her leather skirt. After all wasn't this the first night she hadn't worn her crucifix in many years? Almost as if she was turning her back on the Lord this night so she could commit a further more daring sin away from his eyes

And you would too
If the sexy devil caught your eye

Scully could feel the heat of the Korean sticking to her bare back and almost felt her tattoo would be melting on him and marking him with its colours as he turned her head to the side and locked his mouth to hers, his tongue seeking access to her and being invited inside to mix with hers in a torrid kiss that made fire consume Scully's soul. It matched the heat the words of the song were making her feel, the heat of her surroudings and the furnishings that promised to cushion her in any amount of perverse sexual acts.

She'll suck you dry
But still you'll cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again

She'll make you weak
And moan and cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again

Scully lost control and found herself smashing against the far wall with the Korean, losing herself in a breathless and unsteady kiss with him as his hands found her thong-covered ass under her skirt. As her face slid down the oily skin of his chest, Scully's tongue trailed along his stomach joined by her slickened hair. The Korean threw back his own head closing his eyes and tangling his fingers amongst her wet red locks.

"Your first night here and you're already on fire...." He pulled her face back up his body and held it inches from his own, his strong hands either side of it as her hungry eyes stared at his. "Who pointed the way for you?"

"Carlos...." Scully's voice was a throaty hiss. "Carlos led me here...."

As the Korean brought his face closer to hers, a visible tremor making her whole head shake in his grip, he smiled.

"But of course...."

Pray til I go blind
Pray cause nobody ever survives

The Korean brought his arms completely around her and pulled Scully to him, the latest kiss spilling over with carnal intent as they hungrily swallowed each others mouths, Scully's breasts pressed hard into the man's slick chest through her top.

Prayin' to stay in your arms just
Until I can die a little longer

As they seperated, breathing heavily, Scully questioned him.

"You know Carlos?"

Saviors and saints
Devils and heathens alike
She'll eat you alive

The Korean trailed his tongue across the top of her lip, taking some of her lipstick with it.

"Oh yes....very well. This world was made for someone like him and I can see why he'd want to bring a creature like you here...."

"Why?"

"Cause you want to be bad."

Before she could respond with any kind of affirmative, Scully found the Korean lifting her bodily and carrying her over to the swing-chair. Dropping her sharply once again to the metal floor he spun her around and flung her onto the hammock-like seating on her stomach. As Scully tried to gain some support by holding onto the straps around her, the Korean began to undress, pulling down his leather pants.

Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama
To ride to hell between those thighs

Peeling off his remaining clothes, the Korean pulled himself up onto the swing chair behind Scully, his naked body crouching over her as she felt him roughly bunch and fold her leather skirt upwards revealing her thong-clad ass to his gaze.

"Is he here tonight?" Scully panted, apprehensively pulling on the straps, wanting any excuse to end what she felt was about to happen because of her fear of what it might lead to this night. "Have you seen him?"

The Korean didn't answer but proceeded to slowly draw her thong panties down over the curve of her toned rear and down her stockings.

The pressure is building
At the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again
Then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie

Scully was all too aware of where her encounter with the Korean was leading and her mind screamed at her it was too soon to give in, to submit to the temptations of a new location on the map to embracing her baser desires. She should disengage now, run from the room, gain her sanity once more and attempt to ascertain if Carlos was indeed here tonight and planning further games for her to play. Indulging her arousal with the Korean would only weaken her position here and there were others in the darkness that she knew would exploit it. That she would let exploit it if she gave in all the way.

The Korean dropped her panties to the cold floor, Scully was bare under her skirt now. He began kissing up her thigh.

"That doesn't matter just this second...." He reached her ass. "Nothing matters but what happens in the next few minutes...."

The Korean parted her buttocks and his mouth locked against her aching opening, his tongue stretching its tight entrance and making Scully jerk on the hammock, clawing for support. As she felt his saliva lubricating her and awakening the traces of discomfort still left there, Scully tried to turn her head.

"What is going to happen?"

"You know you don't ask..." The Korean stood back and took his swollen cock in hand. "But it excites me that you did..." As he positioned himself behind her, Scully moved one of her hands back in an attempt to halt him.

"Wait....protection...."

She had somehow trusted having sex with Dixon without a condom but this mysterious man who gave off a very dangerous aura was another matter. He slapped away her hand and pulled her back closer to him forcefully.

"Protection doesn't exist between these four walls.....it's all part of the risk you take here...."

Pray til I go blind
Pray cause nobody ever survives

He held her buttocks apart and thrust into her.The penetration was intense, even more so than when Dixon claimed her body in the alley. The Korean didn't even hold her hips as his cock slammed into her, his erection was so strong that it found its target easily and stayed rigidly locked inside. The man's arms held onto the overhead straps as his legs hung either side of Scully, the heat of his hips evident on the base of her spine as he mounted her, his lower stomach tensing inches from the snake eating its own tail that stretched across Scully's warm skin. Her scream filled the room as he pulled back and slammed forward again, tears spilling from her eyes of pain and release as the Korean began to sodomise her.

My pulse has been rising

"You're bad, aren't you?"

My temples are pounding

Slick red hair ground in his clenched fist as he yanked Scully's head back, his spit hitting her cheek and trailing down it.

The pressure is so overwhelming and building

"I want you to admit it to me." His fist twisted her hair hard making her cry out, his cock plunged deeper into her. "Use this moment with me to admit it."

So steady they're fretting
I'm ready to blow

The music swirled around her like a symphony announcing her debasement. She couldn't believe her breasts hadn't torn through her bustier top, they felt so aroused and full. Her ass felt like it was stuck to him every time his hips hit it, its rippling seeming to travel all the way up her arched back. His cock burning in her, tearing, splitting her open like never before. He lay his body over hers, increasing the pressure of his thrusts until she felt she would pass out. Scully's legs flailed and she lost her high heels to the hard floor, the noise of the hanging straps clinking in time to the Korean's buggery. Scully felt the heat of her face being slapped by him as he rode down into her mercilessly, the sensation of her stinging skin joining the fire that was consuming her flesh as she was fucked into submission in the swing chair. There was no choice but to take what she was receiving- to take it and enjoy it. To test her limits further as he tore into her, drawing her blood. She felt like Lynette in the last scene she had watched- lost in the ecstasy of deviant pain and pleasure, giving her body over to be used in sexual punishment with pleasured enlightenment the prize. All was lost to her as the pounding continued, her loneliness, her longing for the missing Mulder, her search for her friend and the men who delighted in this secret world like it was their personal playground. All that this moment had was fucking. She was being fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked dressed like a deviant whore. Like Lynette. And like the bad girl that she had always restrained inside herself. Now bad girl had decided to play. Fuck the consequences. Fuck the risks.

Bad girl's just getting fucked, fucked, fucked.....

What is she, what is she,
What is she waiting for?

"Tell me how much you're liking this...."

The Korean was hissing in her ear as he pulled her back in a chokehold, bending her body on him so that the angle of his cock in her ass would be deeper still. As Scully fought for breath and felt more of the Korean's spit dripping down her slapped cheek, he yanked at her bustier so her breasts fell out of its protection and began to bounce in time with his body's impact on hers. Her dark eyeliner had begun to run due to the sweat of her exertions against him making her look even more like some wild creature of the night, her slick hair also running with perspiration and dripping down her naked back.

"I can take it...."

Scully was surprised by the response that left her mouth as the Korean manhandled her in the confines of the swing-chair, his cock destroying her ass with every single stroke. Despite the pain, Scully began to drive herself back on him, now determined to fight back with her body and set some of the pace of their frenzied encounter.

"I can take it, fucker...."

Her teeth gritted hard, Scully used her ass as a weapon despite how it burned to try to break the Korean's cock. The coupling became a contest of locked bodies, straps jingling like the crowd in an arena who were spectators to their sexual conflict.

"You can, huh?"

"Yes....!"

The Korean tried to match her thrusts back on him but she began to edge him back off the swing which made his thrusts into her more aggressive. He yanked her head right back so far Scully felt he'd almost snapped her neck. His eyes blazed into her, meeting her challenge as sweat dripped down them both.

"Fuck you!"

Scully spat at him.

"No, fuck YOU!"

She drove back so hard on him she nearly ripped him apart and as he fell backwards off the swing, his cock ripping out of her, Scully slumped forward, crying out with the feeling of his cock being withdrawn. But using her last reserves of strength to pull herself back up, Scully stood shakily on her feet and steadied herself with the hanging straps. Looking down at the Korean who was obviously still suffering from Scully's assault on his cock, she placed her foot back into one of her high heels, stood over him and dug its point into the man's chest. Her slick dripping red hair hanging either side of her face, Scully looked truly feral....and in charge.

"Now we play it my way....you son of a bitch...."

As Scully began to crouch down and mount the injured Korean, a figure watched from the darkened doorway, staying silent and surveying what was to come. Unaware of the spectator, Scully brought her hips down against the Korean's body taking his cock in her hand and yanking on it hard making the man cry out. It was painful for her to be astride him considering the pounding that had just been inflicted on her but she was determined to turn the tables on this stranger who had forcefully attempted to make her submit to him.

Scully surprised herself by pulling hard on the man's cock once more and delighting in the discomfort she was causing him. It was so unlike her to gain any pleasure from someone else's suffering, it went against the whole code she had lived by. But here amongst this primal atmosphere of sexual debasment, she felt she was justified in inflicting just a little suffering on the man who had just hurt her. Even though part of Scully had been turned on by the rough treatment administered to her a few minutes ago, she still wanted to set the pace of her entry into this world and was now ready to reassert herself.

"Bitch...." the Korean spat at her as she continued to manipulate his aching penis. "You don't know who you're fucking with...."

Scully pulled down a set of overhanging chains and forcibly placed the Korean's wrists into the manacles on them. As she secured him, her lips were twisted in an almost snarl.

"I know exactly who I'm fucking with....motherfucker..."

Yanking him up into a half-sitting position under her by using the chains to stretch his arms up above his body and hold them there, Scully leaned her face down to him and licked across his lip before locking her teeth in it and biting hard. Drawing blood, Scully ran her tongue over the wound as the Korean grimaced.

"You taste afraid....are you afraid of me?"

The Korean remained defiant, pulling hard on his chained arms despite how painful it was to do so.

"I'm not afraid of you, you red-headed bitch...."

Scully pushed him back slightly, increasing the tension of the chains and making his whole body arch. Though it was interesting to Scully that despite the discomfort, the Korean's cock stayed erect. She leaned in close once more, her blue-green eyes radiating a new power.

"Maybe you should be....This is my first night in such a place and I'm doing this to you....choosing to do this to you....what else might I be capable of?"

Scully couldn't believe how good the rush of control felt in this situation- to hold another at her complete whim, to hold him where she could do absolutely anything she wanted with him. She now understood what was so intoxicating about that action. She almost understood the fascination that power had held for old enemies from her past now. Not that she forgave them ever for what they did with their power, but she could understand its thrall. The hardness of the Korean's cock almost touching her wet centre was arousing her, the fact that it hadn't diminished with her belittling of him. She moved her hips, wincing a little at the burning sensation that still ran through her aching behind, and rubbed against him, coating him in herself. She could see the Korean liked what she was doing but wouldn't admit it to her. That would be giving up too much of his own power. But she felt there were ways to make him give it up....

"Why don't you show me, bitch? Show me what you can do to me....I'm not fucking afraid....I'm never afraid...."

Scully raised her hips and smiled.

"I will show you...."

Moving her body down, Scully let out a long pleasured rasp as her pussy enveloped him. She could tell how aroused her whole domination of the man had made her by how wet she sounded on him as she began to ride his cock, circling her hips to make him ache with the effects of the damage she'd wrought on him. She moved back her high-heeled foot and dug the point into his ankle til he gasped through his gritted teeth.

"Bitch....bitch...."

Scully smiled and increased her body's movements on him, savouring the way the Korean pulled hard on the chains to alleviate the pain and pleasure flooding through him at Scully's fucking of his abused penis. She moved her head down and licked up one of the trails of sweat running down his chest as her hips pressed against him harder. She grabbed the back of his neck hard and made her face him.

"I asked if Carlos was here tonight...you didn't give me an answer..."

The Korean's face twisted with his efforts to thwart her domination of him but the grip of her pussy was minutes away from making him come and he dreaded how that would feel mixed in with the pain.

"Fuck you...."

"Wrong answer...."

She increased the pressure of her body against his, making the Korean throw back his head in a silent scream, sweat trickling down his bound body and down Scully's heaving cleavage in the bustier as she rode him mercilessly, fighting her own pain to break him. The taut chains clinked in unison to the sound of her hips hitting his. Scully's breathing was becoming more frenetic the faster she rode the Korean, all of her frustrations pouring out on him as she used his body for her own pleasure.

"Tell me if Carlos is here.....and....I....may....slow....down....when.....you.....come......"

"Nooooo......"

"So....stubborn....must do....something.....about.....that....."

Scully couldn't recognise the music that was being filtered into the room as she continued to ride the Korean but its percussive and unsteady rythmn fitted her movements on him as her words broke up into breathless gasps. She pulled his head forward, making the manacles cut into him and locked her forehead to his, her blue green eyes blazing as her hips and haunches swam with perspiration under her leather skirt. She felt her pussy was frothing on him as she licked at the cut on his lip.

"Tell....me....if...he's....here.....and....I'll....make....you come....quick...."

"Noooo...."

Scully was squelching against him. His fingers locked on the manacles, body bucking against hers as she stained his skin.

"I...will...draw...it...out...if you don't....fucking....tell me....."

"Shittttttt......"

"Tell.....me....."

"Fuccccccccckkkk....."

"Tell meeeeeeeeeee......"

"He's.........here.................!!!!!!!!"

The Korean began to come, Scully sinking on him hard as her own orgasm wracked her body. She sat shivering and twitching on him as his ejaculation burned through him and into her body, making his scream echo around the room. Scully bit hard into his bare shoulder to stifle her own cries, leaving teethmarks in his dark flesh. There were tears in her eyes as she finally pulled back and off him; tears of release but also tears at how far she'd gone already this night. And still that bit of fear that she might not know when to stop. As she pulled up on the straps of the swing-chair to her left, Scully attempted to stand on her buckling legs and try to compose herself from the post-orgasm rush flooding through her. Through her hazy mind, as she watched the Korean slumped in front of her, head down and still twitching in post-ejaculation, Scully could ascertain footsteps on the hard floor. Footsteps that sounded just like the high heels she had worn to the club. As she reached down and shakily attempted to slide her discarded panties back on herself, she realised that she was still missing one of her shoes. It was then that it finally sunk in that it was not her footsteps she was hearing. And they actually sounded different to her footfalls. She turned around and her blue-green eyes opened in surprise when she beheld a familiar looking blonde woman dressed in a skin-tight black rubber suit unzipped to show some of her impressive cleavage and a pair of high-fitting long black boots, holding a long leather whip in her left hand. Her eyes proudly and hungrily surveying Scully.

"You've come so far, Dana...."

Scully was startled to see Lynette standing before her and took a moment to take in her appearance in the room as she continued to come down from her post-orgasm daze. Considering it had been her friend and a search for her that had led her to the point she was at now, it was strange to see her suddenly materialise especially in the manner in which she was dressed. For a moment, Scully remembered the last time she'd enjoyed coffee and a long conversation with her dressed a lot more conservatively in her office at Quantico, one of many conversations that had meant so much at a time she was most vulnerable. But then a feeling of anger enveloped Scully as she realised that Lynette must have been standing in the room for a while and watching her domination of the Korean. Watching and enjoying it. Despite the sexual elation she'd felt at turning the tables on the man, knowing Lynette had been enjoying the spectacle suddenly made her feel very used.

"As far as you expected me to go, Lynette?" Scully's voice was tinged with an unmistakable tenseness as she finished adjusting her panties on herself and straightened up before her friend. "Did you disappear just to get me to come to a place like this?" Scully's eyes were fiery even during the dark makeup that was smudged around them. "I trusted you."

Lynette's eyes betrayed their hurt at Scully's response.

"I never broke your trust, Dana. Never. I just knew deep inside you were running away from yourself....like I had been. I found freedom in this world, Dana. And it took me inside, sheltered me, made me feel I could do anything I wanted, be anyone I wanted. It's the best freedom anyone can have...I knew you needed it. To mend all the pain you were feeling. All the pain you told me about."

Scully tried to retrieve her other high-heel from the hard floor but ended up kicking it angrily across the room.

"I can't believe I've done what I did here tonight. What I did the past few nights. The risks I've taken. All because I gave a damn about you, Lynette. And the only impression I get right now from you is I should be grateful for what I feel is a deception on your part. A game." She fixed Lynette with a steely gaze. "Believe me, I've had enough games played with me to last a lifetime. And you know that."

Scully attempted to brush past her friend but was stopped by a strong tug on her arm.

"Are you telling me you've not found pleasure here? At Provocation? I know you, Dana. You're strong and you make your own choices. You always have. And this is no different. I lost myself in this world because it felt good. I never manipulated you into following me though I hoped you would. Knowing what you've done since you knew about this life I've been leading....since seeing me act in it....watching you tonight with him...." She pointed to the Korean who half-sat still groggy and chained. "I can't tell you how it made me feel, seeing you let totally go like that...."

Scully dismissed her friend's touch on her skin and turned to face her.

"All I know for right now is I've had unprotected sex with two men I don't even know in the last few days, dominated and hurt two men. And basically dressed myself up like a whore tonight. Is that the right way to let go? Should I even let myself do things like that?"

Lynette tried to steady her friend but Scully still resisted her touch.

"Dana, why are you so angry...."

Scully stood silently for several seconds pondering the question, feeling the sweat that still ran down her body in the tight bustier and leather skirt and the stain in her underwear that signified taking a stranger's semen inside her body once more. It was a good question. WHY was she angry? She HAD taken pleasure in her journey into this forbidden twilight world, it had empowered her, even though she prided herself she'd always had a strength about her being. This was simply another kind of strength. And despite the momentary fear that had coursed through her a short while ago when she'd felt the sexual encounter with the Korean had almost spiralled out of control, there was a dark part of herself that had enjoyed the roughness of it as much as that thought ashamed her. Was she angry because she knew deep down that Lynette was right? That part of her wanted to willingly go so far and discover things about herself through such extreme sexual behaviour? That she knew she might find freedom in such unrestrained carnal exhibition? And an ending to the pain that had threatened to consume her soul of late?

Lynette finally managed to place her hand on Scully's shoulder and looked deeply at her.

"You can walk out of here anytime you want to. I've always been able to. I don't do anything I don't want to do....but Dana...." Lynette's face was filled with the thrill of revelation. "I swear.....I have never regretted my decision....and I know I can return to my other life stronger than I ever was....because of this....because of all this...."

Scully returned Lynette's gaze, her eyes moist.

"I missed you."

"I know....but you needed to make your own choices....."

Scully broke her eye contact and walked slowly over to retrieve her other shoe, closely followed by Lynette. As she leant down and placed her foot in it, she turned her head back.

"Carlos is here tonight, isn't he? He knew I would come here tonight, didn't he? Both him, Dario and you?"

Lynette placed the whip down on the swing-chair, brushing her blonde hair from over her eyes.

"We knew, yes, but I swear you shouldn't look at it as a game, just a pointing of the way....I know you, Dana. We've come to know each other these past months. You know I wouldn't let you be manipulated by anyone...."

Scully stood back up straight.

"But Carlos does enjoy control over others, doesn't he? And I've seen how much he doesn't like to be challenged....You're saying surrendering to him is also a choice?"

"It can be yeah....but I know as angry as you made him, he enjoys that you did challenge him. I've never known him to want someone as badly as you, Dana. I can see how hungry you make him inside."

Scully found a strange pride and arousal rush through her body at the thought of how much she was desired by the mysterious man despite her attitudes about the level of control he liked to exhibit. It was a reaction that told her in a way more than she wanted to know about how this world really made her feel.

Lynette smiled slowly.

"Nothing beats the first time you surrender to him...."

Remembering the last scene she had viewed on video, Scully slowly walked over to her friend who had retrieved the whip and was stroking along its hide with her hand as she talked.

"And you feel strength in allowing him to dominate you like that?"

"Absolutely, Dana. I make the choice so my decision still empowers me. Even submission requires strength."

Lynette closed the distance between herself and Scully, the whip coming within inches of brushing Scully's body because of their proximity to each other.

"He's waiting in one of the main chambers, Dana." Lynette's voice became a whisper. "He wants you so badly. Go to him tonight and see just what I've told you. Surrender to him and see just how it makes you feel. I know you, Dana." Lynette ran the whip lightly up and across Scully's thigh. "For all your strength, the power of another can excite you and intoxicate you, just like it can me. I know you often fantasise of surrender to another. I know you do."

Scully was aware of the sensation of the whip grazing her skin and tried to ignore how it was making her feel, especially given it was her friend holding it.

"What if I do, Lynette?" Scully tried to move her thigh away. "Who says I should let Carlos be the one to totally dominate me?"

Lynette noticed Scully's pulling away from the whip and brought it back to her side.

"It's so different to what you felt with Dixon. He's good but Carlos takes you even further...."

Scully surprised herself by actually feeling a minute pang of what she only could define as jealousy as Lynette made the implication that she had been taken by Dixon as well. Strange that it hadn't bothered her when she'd watch Dixon fuck an anonymous brunette in a private room at Provocation but that was before things had imploded between the two of them....before things had changed a lot....

"I do want to see him." Scully made to leave the room but turned back to address Lynette one last time. "But maybe not for that reason."

Spinning on her heel, Scully ventured back into the confines of the club proper, finding it hard all the same to leave her friend behind and not be able to tell her just how glad she was to see her again. It seemed so unreal to be seeing her at all in this environment and Scully reasoned now was not the time to say what she really had to say. One thing mattered right now. An audience with Carlos. If she could find him.

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Scully made her way through the darkened interior of Dominion, sounds and glimpses of intense sexual activity assaulting her senses as she made her way to one of the main chambers Carlos might possibly be situated in. She was aware of people watching her in the dark and occassional hands touching her and moving across her skin as she walked, aware of the glints of metal that flashed across her vision and the sexual screams that filled her ears. As she finally reached a main chamber and stepped inside she realised it was a room a lot larger but no less low-lit, the brightest point of light highlighting large group activity in the centre of the semi-circular room and other activities remaining half-hidden on its boundaries. As Scully adjusted her eyes, she could see a large group of naked men surrounding an equally naked young chinese girl who was crouched on the floor and moving along the line of them, sucking hard on their respective cocks as they were offered to her, sometimes gently and sometimes forcefully until she was almost gagging. Most of the men were openly masturbating as they awaited her mouth on them, furthering the size of their impressive erections and every so often being unable to hold back a climax, resulting in a deluge of spurting semen cascading onto the girl's skin. The sight was a primal one indeed and Scully felt a warm rush flood through her at the spectacle which temporarily distracted her from her search for Carlos. As she watched the activity continue, she became aware of a tall male presence behind her.

"Wanna be the next in the circle?"

Scully found strong male hands once again touching her from behind and squeezing at her breasts through the bustier. Turning her head slightly to the side, she saw a youthful dark-haired man who looked like some kind of male model right down to his defined chest, chiselled chin and deep bright blue eyes. And as she felt the impressive size of his cock touch her inner thigh, Scully swallowed hard at just how potent the temptations were in this club. How easy it would be to indulge the man and enter the circle. To take the place of the young girl and sample every cock offered to her as she moved down the line.

My god. It was so tempting. It truly frightened her.

"Or we could just go to one of the other rooms and fuck any way you want. Whatever you want, baby."

Scully had to prise the man's hands from her breasts because of what his touch was making her mind consider. Making some distance between them and trying to divert her attention from the crowd where it seemed the young chinese girl was now being double-penetrated by two men while sucking multiple cocks between her lips, Scully noticed the figure she had been searching for become half-visible standing close to the circle on the left side of the room. Turning back to the man, Scully tried to smile.

"I'm a little busy right now, sorry."

The man smiled back, obviously unperturbed by Scully's refusal.

"No problem. I hope you'll be free later though, baby. I really hope so."

Scully tried to put all thought of the man out of her mind as she slowly approached Carlos, aware already that he knew she was in the chamber without even seeing his eyes clearly.

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As she approached him, he was already aware of the deeper step she'd taken this night. It hung in the air like a charge even without him being there to witness it. His mind's eye had recreated it so perfectly, so precisely. And it had also been aware of how she still fought to stand her ground, like she had with him several times now. How she wanted to maintain control of the situation even when her mind screamed at her that was the last thing she wanted to do in this atmosphere, in this moment. But that would change soon. He knew that for an absolute certainty. Lynette's presence and words had taken effect in her subconscious and even now were percolating like the uncoiling of a tight dress around her. Her eyes blazed hot with anger but anger at how much this world was threatening to engulf her. And that world included him.

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"Dana."

His deep grey eyes hit her full-on, regarding her indeed with the hunger that Lynette had spoken of. Scully was both surprised and not really surprised by the fact there was no anger in them, unlike their last encounter. She knew her coming here to this club on this night had changed the balance in Carlos' favour. As much as she'd chosen to do what she did with the Korean and as much power as it had given her, it had also weakened the wall between her and Carlos. Made it a lot more opaque. And she knew if she gave him even the slightest indication the wall was tumbling, he would make her submit to him. Goddamit, Scully reasoned, she was angry at a lot of things right now, but one of them was the thought she soon wouldn't have to be made to do anything by him.....

"You can see for yourself now that Lynette made all her own choices...." His smile was serene as he beheld Scully who stopped inches from him, taking in the provocative nature of her dress, the smudging of her dark make-up around her eyes, the slickness of her wet hair, the notable evidence of her recent intense sex session. "Hasn't it reconfirmed just how much you fit into this world too?"

"I don't see Dario." Scully's eyes looked around the half-darkness, refusing to comment on Carlos' question. "Wasn't Dario supposed to be here too? You people have a last scene to film, correct? Which includes my participation?"

"You know." Carlos' eyes became fixed, rigid in their intensity.

Scully fixed her eyes back at him with the same degree of intensity.

"I know. That's the problem. I do know."

He came closer to her, Scully feeling a heat from him that surpassed any other she'd felt from him in the recent past.

"I feel you owe me something, Dana. The fulfilment of a promise."

Scully moved closer, using her body language to indicate her lack of fear.

"And I feel you owe me something. Telling me when this game is going to end. I've played enough games in my life."

Their faces hovered inches apart, eyes swimming with their mutual strength.

"This was never a game, Dana, you know that." Carlos' eyes made Scully feel naked as he raked her with them. "It's choice. It's life. And life has its rules. Even this life. As much as you defy them, sooner or later, they will change on you. And you have to abide by them."

Scully's voice sounded like a whisper in the dark and screaming fire at the same time.

"I never really played by rules, as much as I pretended to."

Carlos leaned into her, Scully almost unaware of his fingertip slowly tracing a line along her bare collarbone.

"At last you recognise that. It's obvious to me from what I've found out about you, from where your life has taken you. You love a man who in the last few years often disregarded rules. But the irony is you never really broke the rules together until it was too late to. And now you carry that anger inside yourself on a daily basis. It makes you sacrifice and sacrifice until you feel nothing is left. You need new rules to break now to compensate for that."

Scully was thrown by his words.

"How do you know so fucking much about me?"

His lips were centimetres from touching hers, Scully so lost she wasn't even aware of that either.

"Because I was you, Dana Scully."

His mouth enveloped hers and Scully found herself letting him swallow her, letting him prolong the kiss as he pulled her body against him, the cries of the young girl who was being gangbanged behind them sounding all around them as they embraced tight. It was an intense kiss, part-battle and part-surrender, a mixed volley of body against body. And as it continued, Lynette appeared behind them, her body moving against Scully's bare back and her lips pressing close against Scully's ear.

"Surrender, Dana. Surrender."

Snapped out of the kiss by her friend's sudden presence, Scully parted from Carlos, and pushed the three of them apart. Breathing heavily and trying to compose herself, her blue-green eyes fixed them both.

"I'm not ready to sacrifice everything yet."

Carlos took a step back and clasped his hands firmly together in front of him, his eyes suddenly stern.

"Then you really must accept the punishment you are due."

Lynette's hands quickly pulled back Scully's arms behind her and locked a pair of metal handcuffs around both wrists, startling her and making her push her friend backwards sharply.

"I thought it was all about choice. I don't choose to be bound." She shot an angry glare back at Lynette. "You of all people should know how much I don't like being bound."

Lynette's eyes filled with an obvious concern despite her sudden action of bondage on Scully.

"You've faced a lot of fears in your life, Dana. I know you want to face this one. I know it."

Scully's hands pulled hard on her cuffed wrists futilely as Carlos walked around her to stand by Lynette, running his hands through Scully's slick red hair as he did so, the sounds of sex from the circle becoming more intense, more a****l.

"You can face so much, Dana. I'm going to prove that to you tonight. And you know that deep down. That's the real reason you came here."

Carlos turned to Lynette.

"Take Dana to room 17."

As Lynette gently took hold of Scully's arms behind her back and moved her slowly from the chamber, Scully looked back at Carlos, a fierce determination evident in her eyes.

"You're going to have a fight on your hands, Carlos. Abiding the rules or not."

Carlos turned back to survey the frenzied bodies undulating in the circle, his voice echoing in Scully's ears as she was led from the chamber by Lynette.

"I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Dana. But when this night ends, you'll be more complete than ever before."

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As Lynette opened the small door to room 17 which was situated up a stairway leading off the main walkway of the club, Scully tried to see ahead to see what was inside. As Lynette closed the door behind them, Scully could ascertain that the room was a lot smaller in size than the one in which she had encountered the Korean, almost claustrophobic in its dimensions. No music filtered into this particular room unlike the others she had visited here and Scully suspected the noises that were tapped willingly or unwillingly in this room formed its music. A collection of chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, varied in their respective complexities, and there were racks of provocactive implements such as whips, toys or gags lining the walls. The one thing that seemed out of place in such an environment, a medium sized bed with silken sheets, was visible in the right corner of the room.

As Lynette turned Scully to face her, an imploring look crossed her face.

"You need to go through with this, Dana. It will change everything. It will make everything even clearer."

Scully's lips were pursed angrily at her friend.

"Even if I have to be forced to submit? It still seems to me there's nothing willing about surrender that has to be reinforced by forcibly binding the participant. Just how the hell can you go along with this, Lynette? It's madness."

Scully came closer to her friend, her eyes trying to ascertain what was going on inside Lynette.

"Even if I buy that you've found some kind of ultimate release and contentment through this world, through going through what it seems I'm about to, there's no guarantee it will be the same for me. Despite what I've already done here tonight. Things part of me still have a problem accepting I've done."

She would have shook Lynette if she could have taken hold of her.

"What I'm saying is this isn't consensual as far as I'm concerned. And whatever criteria fit clubs like these, that's wrong. You have got to know that. And don't give me any of that pointing the way bullshit, please. I shouldn't have to be forced to do anything. You intimated nobody did with you so how can you approve doing this to me?"

Scully shook emotionally in her restraints.

"We were close, Lynette. Real close."

Lynette looked down at the hard floor.

"I know. I hope we still can be. When you've spent just an hour with Carlos in this room, you definitely will be. I mean, closer to who I am now, what this world has made me realise about myself." Her head raised and she fixed Scully with a confident intense stare. "I know we're the same, the way we came together at Quantico. The way we could talk. Share so much with each other."

Scully made another futile pull on her cuffed wrists.

"That's exactly why I'm having trouble with this whole scenario, Lynette. Because of that."

Lynette turned back to face the doorway, a visible tremor evident in her body language.

"I fell in love with you, Dana."

Scully was startled by the admission, her whole mind replaying those quiet meaningful moments they had shared together, seemingly almost an eternity ago to her because of how radically different this whole environment they now stood in was. Had she been blind to such an obvious attraction from her friend? How could she have not even suspected that her close friend's feelings for her were much deeper than they appeared to be? Had she been so closed off from recognising that interest from somebody after Mulder had disappeared from her life?

Lynette turned slowly back around, her eyes watery with emotion.

"I fell in love with your strength right from the first class I assisted you with. It was so visible in the way you stood your ground around those who used your past against you when you were just trying to show them how to move forward. Your conviction was so strong and profound in so many ways. I saw you start to lose that over the time I knew you because of what you had to give up. Mulder. William. You began to question yourself and your decisions, the very basis of your life like I once had. I had to help you find what stabilised me, Dana."

She walked over to Scully, coming close to her face.

"Had to help you realise in abandon comes that stability. In being totally honest about every part of yourself and what you crave, and allowing yourself to indulge in it without guilt or recrimination. I think you've felt so guilty about so much in your life, not knowing just how little you really should."

Her lips lightly touched Scully's in a tender kiss that surprised Scully with the fire inside its gentleness. Lynette pulled slowly away, her eyes locked with Scully's.

"I love you, Dana. And I need you to trust me now, to trust yourself."

Scully's anger had slightly subsided due to the surprise of Lynette's admission. It was hard to doubt the sincerity behind her friend's words and almost believe that her trip to Room 17 was a necessary one. But as the door slowly opened and Carlos appeared in its frame, the doubts returned to plague Scully and she found her defenses firming once again.

"Trusting yourself is the key, Dana."

Carlos brushed past Lynette, running his fingers along the side of her face.

"You can leave us for a while, Lynette. There's plenty of diversion in chamber no.2 right now that'll keep you satisfied."

As Lynette slowly nodded and turned to leave, she stopped and looked back a last time, her eyes still watery.

"I would never ever betray you, Dana. And not just because of how I feel about you but because I'm also your friend. Just know that and remember that."

As Lynette left the room, the door closing tight behind her, Scully felt the same feeling of loss return that she'd felt when Lynette had first seemingly disappeared and the search had begun for her. In that moment, as Carlos slowly walked around her and an unknown fate awaited her, Scully would have given anything to express her genuine emotion at finding her friend once more, as surprising as her motivations this night might have been. Lynette's last sentence had sounded to Scully almost like a spoken last rite given the uncertainty of her predicament in this mysterious room. She was awakened from her pondering by Carlos' fingers moving through her slick red hair.

"It's time to really test yourself, Dana."

"The name is Scully, Carlos."

Aware of the defiance rising again in Scully, Carlos smiled slowly.

"Ah yes, your safe name. You've never questioned my use of Dana before this night. Why is that? Aren't Scully and Dana the same person?" He ran his fingers down along her neck. "You see, I think they are, but even after all you've done this past week, as far as you have come, you still want to make the division. Part of you still wants to justify your behaviour."

Scully shrugged away his touch.

"Are you my psychiatrist now?"

Carlos slowly retrieved a long whip made of a****l hide from the wall rack, flaying it in the air a few feet from himself to test its durability. Just the movements of it made Scully tense in her cuffs.

"No, Scully."

A deliberate emphasis on her other name.

"I'm your liberator."

Moving closer, Carlos lightly trailed the whip across Scully's upper body as he moved behind her and began to unlock her cuffs.

"I was going to question whether I needed to be bound to be liberated by you...."

As the end of the whip travelled across her cleavage making Scully begin to sweat, the cuffs came free and Scully considered the moment she would use her strength once more against her tormentor but before she could take her chance Carlos pulled down a set of the hanging chains and forcefully raised Scully's arms with a swift and sudden aggressiveness to manacle them above her as he pulled the chains taut, Scully struggling against him as he reinforced the bondage.

"You son of a bitch!"

Pulling the chains to a point where Scully's arms were comfortably secured above her head, Carlos smiled.

"No need for epithets, Scully. Not yet."

Once again an emphasis on her other name. Scully knew what he was trying to imply as he spoke it once again. Carlos walked slowly around her running the whip over her bare shoulders and down her bare back, Scully trembling as she felt it brush across the base of her spine and the tattoo there.

"What is there the need for, Carlos? The need for me to be yours, to break before you? To beg you for sex and punishment? Is that what you want? Why you brought me to this room?"

Carlos didn't answer, just continued to run the whip up and down her stockinged thighs and under her leather skirt, Scully becoming aware of it turning and the handle pressing into her centre through her wet panties. As she fought not to exhale a low moan at the impact of the handle against her sensitive core, Scully gritted her teeth as Carlos brought his face to hers.

"Was Dixon really enough for you, Scully? Didn't being with him just make you want more? Make more of your forbidden thoughts seize that heart of yours? A heart that can be very dark when it chooses to be?"

Scully tried to control the shake in her voice as the handle pressed harder against her.

"My reasons for being with Dixon are my own. Just carry on and punish me if that's what you're going to do. I don't need your analysis of me."

Carlos brought his face to the side of hers, his grey eyes so close and overpowering.

"You willingly let him take you in your bed, Scully. Your home. The home that sheltered the part of you that you wanted to keep so seperate from this world at first, from other worlds you've dipped your toe in over the years. Wasn't inviting him into your home you admitting to yourself that you wanted your two worlds to collide, to ultimately, finally mix? For Scully and Dana to exist as one person? Wasn't it sexual vindication?"

Scully threw back her head, shivering as Carlos made the handle of the whip damp with her.

"Let go with me, Scully. Accept who you are. What you can do when you choose to do so. What you can truly endure when you're free. Understand the cleansing of yourself through punishment, the purity of self you can gain through suffering. Be with me tonight. Accept your punishment. Accept yourself. Submit not only to me but to yourself."

Scully felt Carlos pushing the handle of the whip into the confines of her panties and between her sodden folds. As she twisted in her bindings, Scully felt resistance waning and began to understand why she had fought against this moment so much.

"Say yes, Scully. With no shame. With no regret. Give yourself to me. And I will give you yourself."

Scully bit into her lip so hard she was certain it began to bleed. As she pulled on the chains that held her, her high heels scr****g the floor hard, she knew there was an inevitability about her choice. It had been a long time coming but she knew deep down Lynette was right. She had submitted to Dixon previously but she knew deep down submission to Carlos would take her all the way to accepting that hidden part of herself the search for Lynette had drawn her towards. And she had been afraid to fully committ for the fear of drowning in desires that could ultimately spiral out of control. But there was part of her that had always wanted to play the game. From the very beginning. And now with the handle of the whip driving her insane and Carlos' breath on her lips she knew she would have to give him the answer. She had fought well. And would continue to challenge him even when she gave him her answer. But she had to say it. Had to.

"Damn You."

Had to.

"Yes....."

Scully felt Carlos' hands tear the bustier and her leather skirt from her and as her naked body was exposed to him, she pulled tight on her bindings trying to hold back the choking rush of arousal that threatened to restrict her throat. Carlos noticed her struggle and as he ran his strong hand up the side of her hips, he leaned down and ran his tongue along Scully's stockings, her feet curling hard as he did so and one of her high heels coming loose. When his mouth reached the thin strap of her thong, his teeth locked on it and pulling back sharply he tore away her panties with them, the ripped underwear fluttering to the hard floor as Carlos resumed his full height next to her. Reaching around he tangled his fingers hard in Scully's slickened red hair and yanked her head forward to face him, her eyes burning with a mixture of hunger and defiance. A combination Carlos found utterly delicious to behold.

"You will be damned, Dana. Damned so fucking beautifully as befits you."

He was back to using Dana but he was right. There was no distinction now.

Carlos locked his mouth to one of her breasts and bit hard into it making Scully shudder and writhe as he tugged at her engorged nipple with his teeth.

"Jesus!"

"He can't see you here, Dana..." Carlos panted as he pulled off her marked bosom. "This is a world with only one religion. A religion of carnality. And it's going to swallow you in the next hour..."

As Carlos' hands squeezed her breasts hard together and he covered the other one with his mouth and teeth, Scully wished she had something to bite down on to stifle the scream she wanted to explode out of herself at what Carlos' edgily aggressive handling of her was making her feel. He trailed his mouth down along her tensed and trembling stomach, the line of his tongue picking up the sweat already forming on her skin and as his mouth moved lower, Scully began to emit a moan that sounded to her like it belonged to a wild a****l. Maybe that was what she had become- or was about to.

"You think you have me...."

As Carlos parted her folds with his fingers, he looked up at her, his grey eyes afire.

"I don't think. I know."

Carlos opened her out with an audible squelch and Scully shook spasmodically as his tongue entered her, wishing her hands were free to push him away from a part of herself that was still sensitive after riding the Korean into oblivion. Wishing they were also free to hold his head there as he eat her out like a man possessed. To just keep him doing it, doing it, doing it.....

"You know....shit."

Scully exhaled through gritted teeth, trying to squeeze her thighs together to trap Carlos where he was but his hands locked on her thighs prising them back apart every time they threatened to close in, his hands ripping holes in the stockings as he tried to hold her steady for his plunder of her. As he pushed back inside and continued to probe her, to drink her, Scully closed her eyes tight, tears at the corners of her eyes threatening to loosen the dark makeup around her eyes once more and make it stream down her cheek like a liquid admission of the release she was feeling. A release also signified by her losing her second shoe in the violent tango of her flailing foot. As it also hit the hard floor, Carlos pulled from out between her stained thighs, his lips glistening with her as he smiled widely.

"Enjoy the ride, Dana. You have unlimited time on the track tonight."

Standing up to his full height once more, Carlos faced Scully, his fingers still inside her and jabbing with every inflexion of his words to her, making her buck before him.

"You have wanted this for a long time...."

"I know YOU have..." Scully curled her lips to hold back another scream rising in her soul.

"We're talking about you, Dana."

Fingers deeper inside. Oh god.

"Are we? Have I confessed to you yet....?"

"Your body is confessing....your mind is following...."

Making me burn inside. It's like standing too close to the fire but enjoying the searing of your skin.

"You going to....grant me....absolution?"

Fire is always more attractive when it glows. I'm glowing. Glowing as red as my hair. Inside. Oh god. Inside.

"Give it up, Dana. Give it up."

Just when his ministrations inside her threatened to make her tear her lips into pieces with her teeth, Carlos withdrew his fingers from her and pulled her in close for a deep and unsteady kiss, opening her mouth against his wet lips and making her taste herself on them. She heard the manacles clinking hard with the pressure she was exerting on them as the kiss intensified between them until Scully was pushing back aggressively with her own tongue and her teeth were biting into him, drawing his blood into both their mouths. As Carlos winced and tried to pull away, Scully held him tight with her mouth, using the only available part of herself to keep him close as she found herself almost savouring the taste that was washing red across her tongue. As they finally parted, a dark string of saliva trailing between their mouths, Carlos licked across his damaged lip.

"I can see pain attracts you. But there are all kinds of pain, some more pleasurable than others...."

Scully took advantage of Carlos' temporary withdrawl to try to compose herself but the adrenalin coursing through her was considerable. It was so potent that she hadn't fully appreciated just how exposed she was to Carlos both literally and figuratively. As her naked chest rose and fell in front of his intense gaze, she fixed him full-on with a stare of equal intensity.

"I know pain, Carlos. I know its rythmns. Its curses. Its blessings. Its capacity to shut one down or open one up. The pain you're going to offer me tonight.....you want to shut me....or open me?"

Carlos realised the sexual implication in Scully's words and the taunt of challenge she was still offering him, the act of provoking him to test his limits and her own. She played the game very well. Now it was time to begin to take it to that next level.

"Open I think....all the way...."

Carlos disappeared to the side of the room and one of the wall racks. Scully craned her neck to see what he was doing and was frustrated by the deliberate action of him keeping his back to her. As she waited to see what Carlos was retrieving, she felt the nervous sweat trickling down her flesh and realised just how excited she truly was. To be in a sexual situation where most of her control had been stripped away was something still so very new to her and yet it was intoxicating. It was still a choice to submit, Lynette was right. She was so right. And Scully felt so really alive in this moment despite her apprehension and her fear. Fear of crossing another barrier in the space of just a few short days.

She became aware of something burning, the smell of smoke filling her nostrils. As Carlos slowly turned to face her once more, Scully saw he was holding a lit candle in his hand, it's flickering casting her naked body in an erotic hue as he slowly walked towards her.

"Time to prick you and see if you'll bleed, Dana...."

He came closer with the burning candle, its light filling Scully's eyes as she stood suspended and chained, almost obscuring the form of Carlos behind it.
Almost as if he had entered the fire and had joined it to torment her further with its provocative brilliance.

Scully could barely breathe as he took one of her breasts in his hands and began to tip the point of the candle. Part of her mind was screaming at her to stop this apparent madness, another part imploring her to go further. Further than she'd ever considered she would. Ever.

"Oh goddddddddddddddddd!"

The wax dripped onto her breast and nipple, its heat making her throw back her head and cry out as it spilled across into her cleavage to trail down over the rest of her body in a pooling steaming line. As she shook in her bindings as she adjusted to the sensation, Carlos covered the other breast with a small pouring of wax which made her give out a long rasp that was partly pained and partly pleasured.

"Oh, I think you're bleeding, Dana..."

He stepped back to admire the way the wax travelled over her skin, her muscles, delighting in the way it formed rivulets in her curves and folds. Carlos could tell how aroused the experience was making Scully and himself. The hard strain of his cock against the fabric of his dark trousers was testament to that. He could tell the way she was closing her legs tight together she was trying to prevent him seeing how wet she had become as the hot wax had scolded her. As she finally swung forward and raised her head, her eyes moist, Scully still retained defiance in them.

"Is that all you've got, Carlos? It takes more than that..."

She was aware of Carlos' cruel smile as he retrieved the whip made of a****l hide and swung it in the air near her.

"I'm aware of that."

He circled behind her, Scully trying to twist her body to follow him, all too aware of what was coming next. Just the lightest touch of the whip had made her mind spill over with forbidden feelings....

CRACK!

The whip struck her bare back, making Scully arch and hiss, wax dripping off her on the cold floor beneath her.

"Does it take this?"

CRACK!

The whip struck the base of her spine, her slick red hair covering her darkly-made up eyes as she shivered and rasped.

"Or this even?"

CRACK!

The whip cracked across her buttocks making them sting with the impact.

"Tell me how much it takes, Dana..."

He rained down a succession of blows on her body from behind, not hard enough to cut or tear but enough to make her skin burn and redden. Their voices interspersed amongst the impact of the whip; taunting, provoking, challenging.

"It takes a lot, doesn't it?"

"More than you'll ever know...."

CRACK!

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!"

"But each strike brings you closer...."

"You fucking wish!"

CRACK!

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!"

"I'm going to have you on that bed over there, Dana...."

"If I let you!"

CRACK!

"I won't hold back..."

"Don't..."

CRACK!

"There'll be no safe word, Dana. It will go on as long as I make it."

"I don't think that'll be that long...."

CRACK! CRACK!

"UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!"

"You take a lot of risks, Dana..."

"You're risking more than you know...."

"Is that a fact?"

"A stone cold one. Take me over there and I'll prove it to you..."

"I set the rules in this room..."

"And I break them....and I'll go on breaking them...and I'll piss you off in more ways than you imagine...."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Scully hung, her legs exhausted and on the edge of buckling but refusing to crumble. Her back, spine and ass burning with the mark of the whip. Carlos came around to her and taking hold of her hair pushed her head back.

"Maybe I like it when you piss me off....and you like what it brings out...."

"Give me a chance to do it some more and we'll see if you're right...."

He brought his lips to hers for another angry kiss which crushed him against her tight, the residue of wax sticking to his dark clothes. As he seperated from her, he held her head steady before him, a hand at each side of it, as her eyes blazed at him.

"I think I am right, Dana....aren't I?"

She curled her lips into a taunting smile.

"Fuck you."

He yanked back her head hard, pushing his face down to join hers, his grey eyes burning.

"You will tell me I'm right..."

Scully's eyes were bold and swimming provocatively before him as she laughed with an angry undertone.

"FUCK YOU!"

His hands were on her manacled wrists before the laughter died and soon he had released them and brought her hands down by her side, gripping them tight until Scully swore they were lightly bruised. As she clenched her own fists, they stood close, hot, both on the edge of a sexual abyss and minutes away from toppling into it fully. As Carlos pulled Scully slowly towards him, the tension in both of their arms high, she parted her lips wide and he smiled as his own came within inches of devouring them.

"That's it. Invite me, Dana..."

Seconds before they touched, Scully reached back and took hold of one of the swinging chains, bringing it forward suddenly to strike Carlos on the side of the head. As he fell backwards, Scully bolted for the room door, not even bothering to consider how she would get through the club uns**thed being as naked as she was. But as she went to open it and Carlos' body impacted hard against hers, she knew the action of running for the door was a show. Part of the game. The stakes of it were raising every minute.

"To the bed!"

Carlos pulled her back with him towards the medium sized bed in the corner of the room and as they reached it flung her bodily onto its silken sheets where she landed hard on her stomach. As she padded up the length of the bed like a cat, Carlos reached for another pair of handcuffs hanging on a rack near it. And as she reached the top of the bed and turned to face him, he was atop her and pushing her down, holding her arms out above her head.

"The game is over, Dana. The outcome is inevitable."

Scully held firm under him, no fear in her eyes.

"Nothing is certain til this night ends between us. Now you make me tell you that you're right about me...."

"I will."

Carlos started to roll Scully back over onto her stomach and as he pushed her down into the mattress and attempted to secure the cuffs around her wrists and to the bedhead, she flung her head back at him, her lips almost forming a snarl.

"You'll have to try harder to bind me to this bed, fucker..."

"I will."

As Scully struggled with him, he got one cuff around one of her wrists and as he attempted to thread the two cuffs through and around the bedhead to cuff her other one, she used her back to buffet him.

"Make me play the game, Carlos. Make me."

"I will!"

As he successfully secured the cuffs on Scully's wrists, he moved back from her, and stood surveying her almost feral position, back and ass slightly arched, still bearing evidence of the whipping they'd received, her tattoo still a wonderfully provocative decoration and standing out on her skin.

"I love your ourobourous. I would like to hear the story of why you chose to have that one day. I think you carry a lot of secrets inside you, Dana Scully...."

Scully, despite her predicament, smiled, as she realised that Dixon had not divulged her confession of its origin to Carlos. It reminded her of the level of trust she felt she had with him. But a momentary distraction did nothing to quell the fire in her belly or in Carlos' as he began to strip off his clothes behind her. As she tested the durability of the cuffs around her wrists, Scully knew the real game was about to begin. And she would play it all the way.

Whatever it took.

As Carlos shed his clothing, Scully tensed as she felt his weight on the bed behind her. Part of her was unnerved at being bound before him. She hadn't lied when she'd mentioned to Lynette earlier her feelings about being tied. There were dark associations from her past regarding her capture and bondage that still haunted her to this day but she felt she had to make peace with those demons too in this moment, to keep an edge while her wrists lay encircled by cold metal. She wouldn't allow the cuffs to ebb away her power and there was part of her that so wanted to test her limits and Carlos' too. Feeling his naked body slide over hers as she lay under him, Scully could already feel the sweat on him mixing with her own, like he was pre-coating her with honey to make her body slick and receptive to his contact. She made an involuntary pull on the cuffs when she felt the warmth of his hips pressing against her ass and felt his mouth at her ear, his voice low and filled with barely-concealable arousal.

"I've been waiting for this, Dana. Having you like this...."

"Enjoy yourself."

Despite Scully's defiance, Carlos smiled and moved his hand under her body to where her damp centre was already making a long stain form in the silk of the sheets.

"You really are wet...that tells me a lot about how being in this position makes you."

"So, I'm wet. Did you really expect me not to be or something?"

"Oh....I expected it."

Scully found him pulling her slightly back towards him, increasing the tension of the cuffs holding her, his strong hands making her body arch upwards higher.

"It'll make it easy."

Scully was startled by the sudden awareness that her and Carlos were no longer alone in the room and as Carlos slid off her to the side, she felt another body cover her. A body that was softer and more smooth against her skin. Carlos lay beside Scully delighting in her surprised reaction and smiling widely.

"So you want to be made to play the game, Dana? Even if I change the rules ever so slightly?"

As Scully recognised what could only be the feel of female breasts pressing into her naked spine, she tried to turn her head and was greeted by the face of her friend Lynette, her lips full and her eyes stirred with a passion that Scully had never seen in them before. It was unnerving at the same time it was strangely intoxicating feeling her friend's body so tight against hers, rubbing against the whip marks Carlos had inflicted on her skin. Scully had never really entertained sexual feelings towards another woman before though chances for experimentation had offered themselves to her in her early p*****ns. It had seemed an eternity to her until she'd indulged in any kind of sexual behaviour due to a lot of religious guilt and it was largely the rebellious streak in her that first accepted the company of a man in a sexual way. The thought of doing something she really shouldn't be doing and at such an early age. If she'd even given thought to the kind of situation she found herself in right now back then it would have truly overwhelmed her. She still hadn't come to terms yet with the fact that she had reunited with her missing friend in such an environment so the sensation of having her naked and close and obviously sexually aroused at the close contact was making her head spin. That and the confession Lynette had made to her a short while ago.

"Lynette..." Scully's voice was low and husky as she looked into her friend's excited eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you be you."

Lynette's mouth pressed against Scully's in a passionate kiss that made Scully reel with the emotion behind it. It was so strong and potent that Scully found herself returning its fire for several minutes before disengaging. As both their faces parted breathlessly, Scully was speechless, attempting to manage the tangled emotions running through herself and wishing for that moment they could both be back at Quantico so they could be free of this stifling deviant atmosphere, so they could simply talk. There was so much to say.

"Lynette...."

The impact of sudden penetration interrupted Scully's words. It took the breath out of her even more with its sharpness as her pooling core was opened out by something long and thick. For a minute, her disorientation made her puzzle on how it could feel like there was a cock in her with Lynette covering her body but then realisation dawned- the object inside her was artificial and strapped to Lynette's waist. A strap-on penis and Lynette was driving it into her hard. Scully pulled hard on her cuffed wrists to steady herself against the new violation of her pussy particularly as it still ached from riding the Korean earlier and she threw her head back at Lynette, her eyes watering with an unspoken confusion.

"Trust me, Dana." Lynette kissed up the side of Scully's face as her slender hips drove the artificial cock harder into her. "Please trust me."

Carlos watched hungrily as Lynette drove down into Scully's arched body, stroking his erection harder still between his thighs.

"You changed the rules on me, Dana. Now I change them on you. I was going to severely punish you tonight for choosing another over me to fuck you into this world but this is so much better....Lynette was telling me earlier just how badly she wanted to fuck you."

Scully found her toes curling hard into the silken sheets below her as Lynette continued to pound her, her breasts squashed into Scully's spine as her hips slammed into Scully's buttocks, Scully's sweat making Lynette's bosom wet. The fake cock plundering her core deeper and deeper, the noise of the intense penetration filling the room along with Lynette's pleasured moans and Scully's gasps and grunts as her friend's body reawakened the sting of her whipped flesh.

"This is wrong, Lynette...." Scully attempted to speak but the effort was difficult with the exertion of taking what Lynette was dishing out. "We're just friends....I'm not ready...to be doing something like this with you...."

As she felt her own core flooding uncontrollably, Lynette ran her hands excitedly through Scully's hair.

"I didn't feel I was ready the first time in this room....but my god, Dana, you will so know yourself when you leave this place tonight....better than you ever have."

"I don't want to have sex with my friends!" Scully shouted back at her as she tried to fight the sensations being fucked so hard with the strap-on were making her feel.

Lynette continued the pace of the fucking as she leant across and pressed her face to the side of Scully's, the redhead's ass almost stuck to Lynette's driving hips with perspiration as she pushed back.

"I know how strange this is for you but you don't have to be alone, Dana....You have me and you have so many other people in this world who'll make you feel good, who'll make you whole again...." Lynette thrust even harder into Scully making her cry out. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this...."

Scully was fighting a conflicted battle inside herself as Lynette's thrusts drove her harder towards an orgasm she couldn't deny. There had been comfort derived here from the obvious factor of being so desired, so wanted by people. It gave her a power she couldn't resist and combined with her own natural strength it did make her feel whole again, no longer living a fractured life of uncertainty. In this club, and Provocation, she knew what was going to happen to her, she could make choices that would have a definite outcome. And she could do things she now knew she'd wanted to indulge in but kept hidden in a shuttered part of her mind. Without remorse and without guilt. Did it matter it was a close friend fucking her to oblivion right this second? Wasn't that better than a deadly enemy manipulating her or trying to control her life as had happened often in her past? As Lynette's body bore down on hers and she felt her friend's hands reaching around and pulling hard on the points of her wax-coated aroused nipples, Scully arched wildly on the bed and then saw a sight that nearly finished her.

From the semi-darkness around the bed, men emerged. Naked, muscular, black and white, all stroking impressive erections as they watched Scully struggle with her approaching orgasm, watched the moisture dripping from inbetween her gritted teeth as Lynette rode into her. As she looked either side of her, Scully reasoned there must be at least six men either side of the bed and she recognised some of them from the chamber where they had taken turns with the chinese girl. It brought back her aroused feelings of just for a minute thinking about taking the girl's place in the circle there and how hot that thought had made her inside. She turned to face Carlos who continued to stroke himself and smile at her, fixing her with his grey eyes.

"What's happening? Are they going to....?"

"Do you want them to, Dana?"

Scully wrestled with the question, of how far she could take this night at Dominion. The prospect of giving her body to every man in this room excited her at the same time it frightened her. Did she really have it in her to take even more risks here tonight- the risk of having unprotected sex with six strangers? Or would they all want to fuck her? Maybe some of them would just be satisfied with her taking their cock in her mouth or coming on her?

"They're quite willing to, Dana."

As she amazed herself by how rationally she was running over possible scenarios in her head, she began to push back on Lynette's artificial cock, willingly impaling her pussy on it until the strap-on ran with her juices. Lynette noticed her action and how close she was getting to release and pressed her face against her cheek once more.

"You do trust me. You do want this. I knew I was right."

Scully closed her eyes tight, feeling the pressure building, her mind swimming with thoughts of being lost among the crowd of men, having so many things done to her body so many different ways.

"Damn it! Make me come, Lynette! MAKE ME COME!!"

The tension of Scully pulling on the cuffs was extra taut as Lynette battered her core mercilessly until Scully began to buck uncontrollably. Lynette used her fingers too to increase the assault on Scully's clit and it was just a matter of seconds until Scully screamed out a long and rasping orgasm as the men watched her intently like hungry wolves, their heavily-veined cocks getting harder as she let go before them, before Lynette, before Carlos.

Room 17 shook with the screams of Dana Scully coming as never before and she knew as the release ripped through her body she had made an ultimate choice. Lynette slumped down across her, her own body quivering as she shared Scully's release even though she hadn't quite reached an orgasm herself. Withdrawing the artificial cock from Scully's pulsing core, Lynette lay holding onto her friend as the climax slowly subsided, Scully's body trembling and shivering as the men advanced in on the bed closer. Carlos crawled over to the two women and turned Scully to face him, launching a light kiss to her lips.

"You're so beautiful in the throes of coming, Dana. Truly a sight to see."

Scully's feelings were racing in her post-climax glow. She still felt this was some kind of decadent dream that any minute she would awake from but she knew the truth deep inside. She was in the abyss of dark pleasure now and she had to decide if she went deeper into it.

"It's still my choice being here..." Scully whispered throatily to Carlos. "I'll play the game but always my way...."

"I wouldn't expect you to play it any other way."

One of the men came closer, a tall and broad caucasian with tattoos lining the back of his shaven head and thick chest, a thin goatee on his chiseled chin and a single golden ear-ring on his left lobe. Holding his massive erection out before Scully, he pumped it before her blue green eyes, almost hypnotising her with it as Lynette spoke softly in her ear.

"I told you nobody forces you here. It's your choice what happens in this room tonight. I know your resistance came at first from fear but you've broken through that fear like you have so many things. Let this night take its course, Dana. Trust me. You won't regret a moment."

Lynette reached around and began to unlock the cuffs around Scully's wrists which dropped behind the bed with a loud metallic clink. As Scully rolled over slowly onto her back, rubbing her bruised wrists, the shaven headed man climbed onto the bed and crouched over her. As she looked over at a smiling Carlos who was embracing Lynette and turning her around to deeply kiss her, Scully looked back up at the dark deep eyes of the man looming over her. He took hold of Scully's hips and roughly pulled her up into a half-sitting position before him. The sudden movement startled Scully but at the same time undeniably excited her. Once again it was that a****l feeling of want radiating from another human being for her that intoxicated her. Despite her exhaustion and discomfort, as the man pulled her head forward, Scully knew what she wanted to do.

Her lips slowly enveloped his hard cock, only sliding over half of it at first given the size of it. As the man threw back his head in a pleasured moan, Scully pulled back off and back on his cock several times, getting used to him and taking more of him between her lips each time. Scully felt him really throbbing in the confines of her mouth as she began to slowly suck his length, using her saliva to slicken him more so she could swallow him deeper. As she took more and more of him, the man's excitement grew and he began to move his cock in time to her mouth's movements on him until he reached forward and held her hands behind her back while he began to fuck her mouth. At first the action was steady but as he began to get more and more aroused he began to intensify his thrusts between Scully's lips until he was making her deep-throat him. Carlos stopped kissing Lynette and turned to savour the massive cock being slammed down Scully's throat, the redhead almost gagging several times when the man held it as far in her mouth as he could for several seconds. Every time he pulled off her a string of pre-cum and saliva would pour from Scully's mouth as she coughed and tried to regain her breath before he thrust his cock back in again. It was intense and rough but never too violent, the man making sure he never pushed Scully too far, but there was an undeniable edge to the sustained mouth fucking nonetheless that excited both the man and Scully.

As he continued to pound his cock down Scully's straining throat, the men around the bed continued to masturbate, one or two of them fighting to hold back their climax, such was the visual potency of a woman as sexy and beautiful as Scully having rough oral sex with one of their number. Lynette slid down Carlos' body and took his own cock in her mouth and began to slowly then frenziedly suck on him as he gasped in satisfied pleasure, his erection swelling and swelling in Lynette's mouth due to the arousing sight of Scully sucking the man's enormous cock in front of them.

As Scully became aware of the man beginning to exhibit a pre-climax tremor in his cock, she took the opportunity to resume control and freeing her arms pushed him back on the bed flat, climbing over him and taking his cock hard in her hand. Her sucking became as frenzied as Lynette's across from her, Scully determined to make the man have a tumultuous climax. As she fixed him with her eyes while she sucked him to the point of no return, Scully jerked his twitching cock at the same time determined to make him explode. As his naked body arched on the bed, his voice was a fevered hiss.

"Jesus, bitch, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna fucking come!"

Scully pulled her mouth off him, and her fist a blur on him, made his ejaculation an extremely intense one, his semen bursting free and splashing her breasts, lips and cheek, Scully trembling as she felt the wet sensation of his cum trailing down her skin. Then just to increase the man's torment, she closed her mouth around his cock to clean his slickened member, his post-climax sensitivity making him wince and cry out. As she eventually moved back to lay on the bed, Scully wiped the semen from her face and looked around the room. The hunger in the men's eyes was burning now and Lynette was moving her mouth so hard on Carlos there were pleasured tears streaming down her face. It was another world, a world she never thought she would experience or have any part in and now she lay there aching from the feel of two hard fucks, from a real and artificial cock respectively, stinging from the taste of a whip and the splash of hot wax on her, and the taste of a man's cock still filling her mouth, his semen on her flushed skin. She was immersed in this world now but despite her enjoyment of it she was still afraid to extend this night because of what it might ultimately cost.

She was awakened from her deliberations by another man climbing onto the bed before her, just as muscular and defined as the shaven-headed man but with a dangerous gleam in his blue eyes, his hair curly and accentuated with mousse, a tanned and foreign look to his physique.

"Sei troppo sexy, baby. Non posso piu." His thick Italian accent washed over Scully as he came closer to her. "I can't stand just watching you anymore, Baby. I got to have a taste of you, my little baldracca...."

He reached forward and pulled Scully roughly up against his body, his eyes boring into her.

"Sei tanto sexy, baby...." the Italian purred as he pulled Scully's face to his, the strength in his grip formidable and sustained, the subtle v******e to it exciting her in an unexpected way. "I have a big appetite, troia, I hope you'll be able to keep up with me...."

As his eyes surveyed her with a predatory sparkle, Scully found it incredible that just when she thought she'd encountered a man whose hunger for her was so electric it could not be surpassed, another would appear who seemed to take that electricity to another level. She hadn't been intimate yet with this man who held her so tight to him like she had been with Dixon or the Korean but there was something about the feeling that was passing between the Italian and Scully despite that unfamiliarity with him that made her swallow hard with the naked arousal it made her feel. Just his very stature and bearing demanded attention be paid to him and his promise of insatiable stamina did things to the pit of her stomach she couldn't describe.

"I can keep up with you..." Scully found herself whispering at him, not knowing if she'd be able to keep her promise after how exhausted she already was from the events of this night but determined to fight her fatigue and discomfort to challenge this intriguing and dangerously attractive man.

"What is your name, troia?" the Italian asked her as he ran his strong fingers through her slickened hair, his grip on it increasing as he reached the back of her head.

Scully tried not to focus on how big the man's cock had grown between them as she replied.

"Scully, Dana Scully."

"Bellissimo." His fingers tangled harder in her locks. "Dana...." He ran her name around his mouth, his accent giving it an extra potent dimension. "Dana......"

"Yours?" Scully asked of him as she felt his piercing eyes dominate her.

The Italian merely smiled and suddenly pulled Scully forward, crushing his mouth to hers violently, hungrily, the impact stunning her and leaving her no defence to his a****l prising open of her lips. Not that she particularly wanted to defend herself in this moment. As the man violated her mouth, Carlos pulled Lynette off his cock and turned her silently to face the twosome. The men also stayed still as they watched the heat igniting between the Italian and Scully, some of them still openly masturbating, but at a more steady pace. It was obvious all the observers knew something to be savoured was about to happen. There was an unmistakable charge in the air.

After a long and heated french kiss was shared between the two of them, the Italian seperated from Scully, a line of saliva joining their mouths as Scully crouched breathing heavy before him. They stayed facing each other for several minutes, the crowd so quiet that the room was just filled with the sound of their respective breaths.

Suddenly in a blur of movement, the Italian came to ferocious life and was twisting Scully back down on the bed face down using all the strength in his body to pin her there. Scully found herself struggling against him as he laid her forcefully out and wasn't sure how much of her efforts were defiance and how much were part of the game. Maybe they were all part of the game. To provoke him and his lusts to their maximum. As his sweat dripped onto her naked back, he pressed his body down into hers, his legs locking hers down as he held her arms tight above her head and licked up her spine until he reached the back of her neck. He bit into her left ear lobe, his voice an aroused hiss.

"Rocco."

There was no foreplay with this man. It was obvious he just wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard with no apologies, no holding back. As his cock slammed into Scully's ass, her arms flailed in his iron grip as he held her down and made her take every inch of him. He removed one hand from holding her and jammed his fingers into her mouth to stifle the screams his intense penetration of her were forcing out.

"Yes, troia, yes, yes, yes...." His voice was fevered as he drew back his full length from her and then slammed back down again, making Scully burn under him, her whole body shaking on the silken sheets as the men, Carlos and Lynette all watched and delighted in the spectacle.

She no longer felt like Dana Scully as this man lay claim to her body, engaged in such bestial coupling with her. She felt truly like she had sacrificed her civilised principles and had become a primitive creature of the night as she submitted to this moment, to this man. It was still a choice despite the forceful nature of the encounter. She also felt had she chosen to stop what was happening and leave the room this instant nobody would have barred her way. But she was in deep now and wanted to see just how far she could go especially with such a hungry audience surveying every feverish move. It gave Scully an undeniable charge to be watched as she let Rocco continue to pound her into the mattress, to give herself up to such relentless fucking, despite the pain, despite the exhaustion.

"Oh yes, Dana..." Rocco panted, pulling back her head and prising apart her lips, spilling a torrent of excited saliva into her mouth as he continued to violate her then sealing the liquid invasion with a messy unsteady kiss. "You can take it, my sweet little baldracca....can't you?"

"Yes..." Scully panted. "I can....I can....just don't stop....please god don't fucking stop..."

She bit down hard on his fingers as she prayed for this moment not to end, to be held in its primal wake for an eternity because of the freedom it was giving her soul. Rocco pressed her totally flat under him, the bed springs squeaking in noisy sympathy to the cadence of his thrusts into her body. As he released his hold on her arms, Scully clawed at the silk with her fingernails as he reached back and locked his fingers to her sodden hips, spitting on her ourobourous, and began to piston wildly into her, making Scully almost pass out at the intensity of the burn that was threatening to engulf her whole body. But she rode out the pain, even encouraged it as she pushed her ass frenziedly back at him, willingly impaling herself on him, spearing herself for such intense punishment to continue. The men began to increase the pace of their masturbation as they crowded in to watch and Carlos took Lynette by the hand and led her over to the bed, throwing her down to land beside Scully and mounting her raised ass.

"Lynette...." Scully whispered as she beheld her friend being fucked hard by Carlos at her side. "Oh god...Lynette...."

"Take it, Dana..." Lynette panted as Carlos' balls slapped hard against the backs of her thighs, her long blonde hair tight in his clenched fist. "It'll make you free....make you so fucking free..."

The two men pressed the womens' faces together and their mouths locked in a torrid kiss that Scully didn't even question because of how lost in the moment she was. It was a kiss as deep and fervent as the journey Scully was taking, as prolonged and truly a****l. Rocco pressed his face to Scully's cheek.

"Tell me how much you like it in the ass, troia....tell me, baby..."

As Lynette's wet panting mouth exited hers, Scully looked back at Rocco as he speeded up his thrusts into her, her reply broken up into pained but exhilirated gasps.

"I....like...it.....I like.....it....."

Rocco slapped the side of her face, not enough to bruise but enough to inflame her.

"No...I want...."

His cock was so deep in her now.

"....to hear...."

So big in her.

".....you say....how much....you like it...."

Burning.

".....in your....ASS...."

Pulsing.

"Say it, Dana...."

Throbbing.

He slapped her face again, Scully's blue-green eyes afire as she stared at him. Afraid to say the words because of how much it would signify. Of what it would make her. But she wanted to. Wanted to say words that had never left her lips ever. Despite previous temptations. Despite other lost nights. But none as lost as this. None as out of control as this. Lynette was being buffeted by her side as Carlos locked his grey eyes on Scully too, also wanting to hear her say the words. Scully's rippling ass was wet with sweat against Rocco as the walls tumbled. Tumbled to the stares of Carlos, of Lynette and the crowd of hungry men who were beginning to come just watching her get fucked.

"Troia! SAY IT!!"

Scully threw back her head, closed her eyes and screamed.

"I like it....in.......in.....in......in.....in......in.....uuuuuuuuuuuaaaaahhhhhhhhh........in.....in.....god....god....god.....in......."

"FUCKING SAY IT!!"

"I.....like it....in....my.....ASS!!!!!!"

Scully twisted back her head, her dark make-up running, her skin flushed, her slick hair dripping, her blue-green eyes spinning. Reason gone, just need remaining. a****l need. Signified with one throaty cry.

"FUCK ME!!!!"

It was as if she was possessed as she pushed out at Lynette and Carlos sending them both tumbling from the bed and landing on the hard floor, s**ttering some of the crowd of men in the process. Scully reached back gripping Rocco's straining thighs, digging her nails into his skin, and imploring him to finish her.

"You want to taste your baldracca? Well, she's right here....with your fucking cock inside her!! Use it on me!! Fuck me with it!! Break it off inside of my ass!! Just fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!"

Rocco's lusts burst over hearing Scully's provocative words screamed at him and he smashed her into the bedrails as he redoubled his slamming into her, the fierce a****l slapping of Scully's ass impacting with his sweat-soaked groin filling Room 17 as he battered her down into the bed, grunting, hissing, bucking.

"Piu in fretta, troia? Huh? Piu in fretta? Want me to break you, Dana? DO YOU?!"

"Yes!!" Scully's teeth tore apart the silk under her as she drove back her burning ass against Rocco, pain and pleasure now combined in a white-hot crescendo of sexual catharsis as she took his anal assault, every measured intense attacking thrust of it and felt the tension building in her body to a point where she felt it would consume her.

"Breakkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee......."

She lost count of how many times Rocco slapped her face, slapped her ass, pulled her hair, spat at her and called her a whore but none of it mattered. She welcomed the intensity of every second, embraced it until her arching bucking body told her what was coming as she felt the tremor in his cock even from inside her. Pushing her down under him, Rocco exploded in both voice and body as he began a violent a****l ejaculation in Scully as a searing primal orgasm enveloped her. Their bodies locked in the throes of release, shivering, jerking, rutting. Sweat, saliva and sexual liquids spilling across the silk sheets as he held onto Scully as she reached the climax of this part of her journey.

When they finally seperated, both rolling onto their backs, and Scully trembling from the sensation of Rocco withdrawing his massive cock from her, she found her whole world going black, black as the thoughts that consumed her mind. And as she felt the multiple discharges of male semen splash her body from all around her, she let the blackness swallow her up. It was the only way she was going to keep her sanity.

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Scully awoke slowly to familiar material covering her body. As consciousness returned to her, she realised it was the covers of her bed in her Georgetown apartment that were touching her naked skin and confused and disorientated she pulled herself up into a half-sitting position. What she deduced was early morning sunlight was streaming through her bedroom blinds, its bright light almost making the darkness she last remembered consuming her seem like a distant dream.

But it wasn't a dream.

The aches of her body and the bruises covering her skin, along with the traces of dried wax on her breasts and stomach reminded her of just how far her journey at Dominion had taken her. She could still barely believe the sexual a****l that had been drawn from inside herself by the highly provocative deviant atmosphere of the club and its patrons. It was truly as if she had become another person; needing, wanting, demanding, imploring.....but as Scully lay there letting her behaviour from the last night wash over her, she suddenly wondered just how she had gotten home. She could recall the torrid climax of her encounter with Rocco and dim visions of men standing all around her prone form ejaculating over her sweat-soaked and exhausted body. There were other feelings too, almost subliminal ones of other activities that had occured during her periods of semi-consciousness though they were less clear. Fleeting remembrances of other male skin touching her body, fragmented recollections of other possible penetrations. She couldn't be entirely sure. But she remembered being very naked as she had entered the black void. Very naked and far away from her comfortable home. Someone must have been responsible for transporting her back here to her own bed. But who?

The condition of her body told her that she had been placed in bed just as she had been at the end of her carnal adventure. The dried traces of wax and semen were testament to that and her dark make-up had caked on her face where it had ran. Her hair had become equally dry as she had slumbered and as she rose more from the bed and beheld her reflection in the mirror she was shocked at how much she couldn't recognise herself. Shocked but also excited.

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There had been no trace of anyone else in her apartment, not even evidence of any kind of note from whoever had visited with her. As Scully stood under the steaming spray of her shower, she was amazed she could find the energy to stand after her exertions of the previous night and pondered just how much more her body could possibly take after such a whirlwind of sexual activity in just a few short days. More sexual activity than she could have even comprehended just a month or two ago. And there were other feelings running through her mind. Of just how much this twilight world had got its hooks into her, of how tempted she was to return to Provocation and Dominion and lose herself in other excesses of the flesh. As she lathered her tired and sore body with soap, Scully also thought of her friend Lynette and of how strange it felt to have had her alongside as this intense sexual journey had escalated. It would be daunting to face Lynette back in the real world after her close proximity at Dominion and the very fact Scully had been fucked by one of her closest friends was still something she could barely register as having happened, particularly after the long and draining search for her. It was truly surreal. But if Scully had thought about it enough she would also have admitted to herself just how much it had turned her on.

As she re-entered her bedroom, her body still slightly wet and dressed in a small towel, Scully was greeted by the noise of her phone ringing. She stood for several seconds debating whether to answer as right now she really couldn't face a call that would pull her back towards pondering forbidden thoughts. But curiosity got the better of her and she speculated she might just get some answers from someone as to how she was transported home.
She picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Dana."

It was Lynette speaking to her, almost as if she had been conjured into reality by Scully's subconscious mind. Her voice was soft and concerned, a far cry from the a****l tinge it had held in the last few minutes of the orgy at Dominion.

"Are you ok?"

Scully took a slight pause to compose herself and then replied slowly.

"I guess I am. Though it's a little disconcerting to suddenly wake up somewhere else even if it is my home. How did I get back here, Lynette, after....?"

It still felt strange to even consider talking about the events of last night with her friend even though she'd been present.

"I brought you home, Dana. It was clear that you couldn't have gone on any more last night. I still can't believe just how far you did go..."

Makes two of us, Scully thought.

"About the whole of last night...." Scully continued. "I think it's fair to say we need to meet and talk about it. About this whole last week of my life while I've been looking for you...."

"I agree, Dana." Lynette responded, a touch of uncertainty to her voice. "But it has to be away from Quantico."

Scully noticed the tremor in her friend's voice.

"Well, you do remember I have a lecture to prepare there for Monday? A lecture you would have been helping me with if you hadn't gone on your little excursion? Why not at Quantico?"

It took several seconds for Lynette to reply.

"After all I've been through, I don't know if I can accept those surroundings around me anymore. It's hard to explain but I feel such a different person now. And I'm not sure I could say what needs to be said there. I'm sorry, Dana."

"I'm not so sure. Maybe you need those surroundings to ground yourself." Scully's voice lowered to a whisper. "Maybe we both do."

"I can't, Dana. It has to be somewhere else."

Resigning herself to the fact it was unlikely to get her friend to budge from her decision and feeling the fatigue that was still washing over herself, Scully sat down on her bed.

"Where do you suggest?"

"Dario's studio. This afternoon. 3pm."

Scully felt the breath tighten in her throat at the suggestion of meeting somewhere where her new twilight world could again take hold of her. Of them both. As she tried to form a response that would make sense, Lynette's voice seemed to answer her unspoken question.

"There'll be no one else there. Just you and me. I promise, Dana. Just in case you still think I'm playing some kind of game. This is all very real."

"I know how real it is." Scully ran a hand through her wet hair. "It couldn't get more real. And we both have to find a way to deal with it. I know I have to."

Before her friend could reply, Scully finished the conversation.

"I'll see you there, Lynette."

As she replaced the receiver, Scully lay back slowly on her bed, still debating the wiseness of returning to the location that had led her to her adventure at Dominion, despite Lynette's assurances. Assurances that Scully wondered if she could truly trust given how deep in this world her friend was mired. And of how easily she could be mired if she allowed herself. Memories of losing control with the man called Rocco hit her once more and Scully knew that she was capable of much much more if someone hit the right button.

The phone brought her out of her thoughts once more and Scully outwardly cursed it as she sat up and let it ring. She just wanted a moment of peace, of serenity in the restless sea she felt her soul had become. But like a d**g she found herself reaching out for the receiver once more. The noise of her phone had almost become a chime to the doorways of abandonment. A chime she couldn't resist.

"Hello?" Her voice was a little terse as she answered but it was soon halted in its intensity by the voice that spoke back at her.

"Dana."

It was the voice of John Doggett.

"I know this seems like its becoming a habit of mine and I apologise in advance for disturbing you so early there again. But something has come to my attention this morning that I really need to see you about."

"Today really isn't good, Agent Doggett." Scully deliberately chose not to use his first name, wanting to keep some emotional distance in a moment where she felt particularly vulnerable.

"I hate to insist, Agent Scully, but this is an urgent matter. And believe me when I say an urgent one."

There was something in Doggett's voice that Scully had not heard before. Something that went beyond the usual concern he often showed her. And it unnerved her more than she could admit. And somewhere deep in her heart she feared it was something relating to her twilight world, something that threatened to tear down her real one.

"I'll be there in an hour, Agent Doggett."

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Despite all the time that she had spent in the basement X Files office over many long years, Scully had never found her surroundings as claustrophobic as she did now waiting to discover just what the urgent matter Agent Doggett had spoken about entailed. Her mind had been preoccupied with possible scenarios after the last appearance of some very incriminating photos of herself and Dixon at the office in a sealed envelope, an envelope she'd been lucky enough to intercept whose contents she remembered she had still not taken Carlos to task about, such had been the provocative distractions at the Dominion club. But what if something new had arrived at the X Files office, something unsealed this time, more blatant about the forbidden pleasures she'd sought in the night? What would it do to her career, or her colleagues' opinions of her if she had been exposed? Would Carlos or Dario or whomever had snapped the photos of the action in the alleyway go to such lengths to keep her playing this game with them?

As Doggett slowly straightened up before her and reached for a report off his desk, Scully tried to read what was going on in his face. But for once it was impossible to determine. As she felt her throat tighten and dry with the possibility of having her secrets brought out into the light, Scully was snapped out of her thoughts by Doggett's words.

"It's about Lynette Marsh."

Scully was jolted by the mention of her friend's name and suspected it was just the pre-empting to an exposure of her trips into the twilight world Carlos had shown her. As Doggett came closer to her, the report still in his hand, Scully prayed she wasn't visibly shaking.

"I know you've been looking for her for a while, Dana..." He stood inches from her, Scully trying to keep focus but still frightened where this conversation might be leading. "Well, I have some news of her that just came over official FBI channels and it's kinda' disturbing....I thought you should see, seeing as she was a good friend of yours..."

As Scully found the report placed into her hands and her fingers gripping the paper until they bent it, her blue green eyes widened in shock at what was written on it.

"She's wanted for questioning? Questioning about a suspicious death?"

"Yeah." Doggett continued to stand close to her, an obvious attempt to comfort in his body language. "There's a witness who places her at the scene of a club in New York during the time she's been missing where the death occured." His voice dropped to a softer tone. "It was a club that catered for...." He took a long uncomfortable pause and then continued. ".....rather extreme sexual activities and it seems she was seen with the dead man who was found strangled there....possibly as a result of some kind of sex game gone wrong...I know this must come as hell of a shock to you, Dana....I'm sorry..."

"It does, Agent Doggett." Scully attempted to hide the tremor in her voice as she responded. "Are you sure the witness hasn't made a mistake?"

"I'd like to say they had..." Doggett retrieved the report from Scully's hands and slowly returned it to the desk. "But this witness was a regular visitor who knew her by her name and the description matches to a t...I wouldn't have called you here today if it wasn't that definite...I gotta say it took me by surprise too so I can understand how you must feel...I knew you were out there doing all you could to locate her and I'm just sorry I have to give you this news..."

Doggett walked back over to her as Scully tried to compose the confused feelings rushing through her mind including now suspecting Lynette's stated intent not to return to Quantico had a deeper reason behind it.

"Sometimes it's possible for people to keep secrets from those they work the closest with, Dana..."

As Scully took note of the emotion evident in Doggett's eyes, she knew full well the double meaning behind what he was saying.

"Sometimes." Scully replied softly, almost inaudibly.

"If there's anything I can do to help, I'm here, Dana. Anytime. I wanna stress that."

As Scully turned to exit the office, she slowly turned her head back to face him.

"I know and I appreciate it. Thank you, Agent Doggett."

"I'll be sure to let you know if the investigations here come up with any information on where she might be."

Scully turned her whole body around from the doorway.

"Investigations here?"

"Yeah." Doggett was standing back behind his desk facing her, taking his time to share the other information he had received to better prepare her handling of it. "It seems the witness mentioned....she frequented a couple of clubs here in Washington. A friend of mine upstairs told me. People are being sent out to em to see if they can pick up a trail. Let's hope they can clear this all up. I'm sure you wanna' know what's going on as much as anybody."

Scully's heart had almost stopped beating.

"Yes I would, Agent Doggett. I really would."

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It took all of Scully's self-control to head back to her car and leave the FBI Headquarters building, especially as her mind tortured itself with the sudden knowledge that her friend had not only apparently continued her sexual adventures in another city but had been a probable participant in an edgy sexual activity that had cost a man his life. First there had been the shock of discovering Lynette's hidden lifestyle, now there was the added knowledge that her immersion in this world had made her run from the scene of a homicide, even possibly an accidental one. How she could have kept that a secret and continued her forays into this world with no apparent distress over such an event disturbed Scully greatly. The thought of ultimately allowing her friend to fuck her in the shadows of an underground sex club while that friend kept such a secret deep inside her made her tremble with a barely concealed anger. And there was also the news that the FBI were going to be entering the worlds of Provocation and Dominion in a bid to find further clues to Lynette's whereabouts- would the trail lead them right back to her and her own journey? So much was at stake. So much.

As she drove to 3588 Prospect Street and the studio of Dario's Seducer Productions, Scully cursed herself for not having a more direct means of contact with Lynette and prayed that her friend might be present at the location already. Scully needed to know the full truth of all that Lynette had been keeping from her and the reason why she would seemingly hide and run and throw away all that she had at the FBI, something that was weighing heavily on Scully's own mind as she contemplated the possible consequences of her own actions.

She was so lost in her jumbled thoughts that Scully found herself outside Seducer Productions before she realised it. There was no deliberation as to who might possibly be there this early in the morning and Scully found herself traversing the steps up to the studio area quickly, not even being distracted by the evocative pictures that hung on the wall this time. As she tried the studio door, she found it was open, and even though her mind screamed at her to be cautious, another part of it just willed her to proceed at any cost. The familiar wooden floor sounded under her feet as she made her way through the erotic sculptures and works of art and headed for the office area at the far side. Reaching it, she found nobody present and internally she seethed at the thought of having to wait several hours for Lynette's arrival. But then as Scully slumped against the office doorway, she noticed something she hadn't picked up on before in her visits here.

There was another small door on the far left side of the studio she had not seen before and as she looked back into her recent memory Scully surmised that there had been a large sculpture covering the doorway previously. As she approached it, she noticed it was a heavy door with thick black paint covering its surface. As she ran her hand along its contours and began to open it slowly, she realised it opened out into another smaller part of the building- a tiny landing with what seemed like a small elevator as part of it. Her curiosity piqued, especially on recalling that the doorway had been hidden before, Scully walked over to the elevator and pressed the call button by its side. After several agonising seconds in which Scully felt her stomach tighten into an extraordinary knot, the elevator door opened revealing the darkly furnished interior. And as Scully's eyes peered into the half-light ahead, she was suddenly startled by a strong hand landing on her shoulder. Spinning around, she found herself looking into the intense stare of Dario.

"Impeccable timing, Dana. You're just in time to see the delights of my private basement studio."

Despite the sudden appearance of the man and the unnerving quality of the way he towered over her petite form, Scully was shocked that amongst all the anger and confusion she was feeling, her heart was beating unsteadily with an unmistakably aroused rush and she found herself walking back into the confines of the elevator as Dario bore down on her. Behaviour so unlike her. At least before the events of the last week.

"I think what's down there will intrigue you, Miss Scully."

The elevator doors closed with a loud click.

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