Dana Scully - Provocation Chapter 4

Please.........

It was a word that floated in Dana Scully’s mind as she awoke on a familiar bed. As consciousness returned to her, she remembered feelings, sensations that had ripped through her body what seemed only moments ago to her. Feelings that had broken through a d**g-fuelled brain as she had felt two strong men touching, tasting and fucking her until she felt she would drown in the incredible river of arousal that was dripping from her soul. Sensations of hand and tongue and cock that had made her body crave the forbidden pleasures that were escalating to an even more torrid level than those she had experienced before.....

Please.......

It was her own bed in her Georgetown apartment she found herself lying on naked. For a moment, as that realisation sank in, Scully really thought she had gone over the edge into madness and imagined the hard and intense sex sessions she’d been subjected to in the basement levels of Dario’s studio building. But the aches of the fucking she’d received from both Carlos and Dario were still with her as well as the traces of bruising on her marked flesh and the remains of stale semen marking her mouth. And the throbbing in her head convinced her she really had sampled the cocaine that she had been made to inhale. It had all really happened and despite how far she’d come on her sexual journey recently she was still a little shocked by how far her visit to that forbidden basement had taken her especially when she had convinced herself she had only gone to Dario’s studio to find the truth about her friend Lynette apparently evading mentioning she’d been involved in a sexually-related death.

Had she passed out from the combination of d**g intake and sexual exertion? Or had more happened that she simply didn’t remember because of her disorientation and delirium? As Scully stretched out her tired body, she struggled to ascertain how she could have got back here to her apartment and how much time had truly elapsed. Glancing over to her combined clock/calendar on her bedside table, Scully was shocked to see almost 24 hours had passed since she had ventured to Dario’s studio.

What had happened in those 24 hours?

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As the warm spray of her shower washed over her, Scully tried to use the refreshing hot water as a means of truly waking her exhausted body and mind. The need for so many answers to recent events burned inside her as she vigourously soaped her hair and flesh. Answers to the true nature of the games that Carlos, Dario and her friend Lynette had been playing in this sexual twilight world and also a need for reassurance that her own ventures into the sexual netherworld would not impact on her work with the FBI and her relationship with Agents Doggett and Reyes. But as she continued to wash soap into her body, other thoughts burned inside her. Thoughts and feelings that were undeniable. How what she had tasted so far in this decadent world had inflamed her whole being and how she wanted more. Much more. No matter what consequences it might bring to her life and career. It was a truly scary realisation that Scully was recognising every passing day with increasing intensity. And the scariest fact of all was how much she was enjoying this world and how it made her feel.

Scully was unaware how much friction she was making against her moist clitoris as her mind dwelled more on that area of her thoughts. How much she had come alive at the hard touch of men whose desire and want for her was so clearly and a****listicly on show, how much her body had trembled at being called a bitch and a whore as they had claimed her with their hard aggressive cocks- words that in other everyday situations used against a woman would deeply offend her strong female sensibilities but in the throes of wild sexual copulation directed at her made her revel in their provocative cruelty. Made her feel truly bad and truly wanton to match the fevered and angry sex she was riding the waves of.....

Scully started to gasp as her fingers worked in and out of herself as her mind imagined what else could be in store for her if she allowed all her barriers to crumble, what pain and pleasured sexual activities could she find herself embroiled in if she truly let this dark world claim her body and soul. She started to buck on her haunches as she lank lower under the shower spray, feeling herself frothing on her hand as her mind created pictures of imaginary future events no one who claimed they knew Dana Scully would ever believe she would participate in. Events stark in their sexual perversion, ferocious in their aggressive depravity.

As an intense orgasm ripped through her, Scully found herself collapsing, her naked soapy back sliding down the wet tiles of the shower wall as she lay, half crouching, bucking and shivering at a release that siginified just how much she wanted the next taste of this forbidden world. At how much one phrase now dominated her mind.

God help me.

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There was a little more clarity inside her after the orgasmic release in the shower- enough to make Scully remember details of what was due to occur in her real life. “Real” life. Scully almost laughed at how her mind had produced that phrase given how unreal her descent into a twilight sexual world would have seemed to her months ago. She remembered the lecture at Quantico she had been due to give and the classes she had been due to start with FBI academy trainees after the hiatus she had taken to search for the missing Lynette. How she was already periously close to discarding all of it because of an addiction that was eating away inside her.

Even dressing in more familiar clothes did nothing to dampen Scully’s intense desires. For one rational moment, she decided that she should proceed with arranging a discreet appointment to get herself tested for any possible sexual disease she might have picked up after engaging in unprotected sex with several men who were really strangers to her in the traditional sense. She even began to process her lecture notes with the same methodical practicality she often assigned her FBI duties. But then the a****l thoughts would make her want to not partake in rational behaviour and want to sink into the irrationality of her baser instincts.
She sat with strewn papers around her on the sofa in her living room, looking across at the phone. Scully prayed it would ring. One minute with Agent Doggett bringing her back to the world of reason with his solid and reliable manner, the next Carlos offering her another invitation to emerse herself deeper into darkly erotic abandon. And the more she wanted the phone to ring, the more she wanted it to be the latter person.

Hours passed. She sat, then she paced, she drank, read, wrote, anything to quell the burning pit in her stomach. Then she remembered the original videotape that Carlos had sent her of Lynette’s warehouse session. It was still in her VCR. Scully cursed herself inwardly for remembering that fact and fought the desperate compulsion to play it again and eat up the raw sexual emotion on display. She knew it would make her so hungry she would have to enter out into the night to be satisfied. And she knew where.

The breaking of her coffee cup on the hard floor woke her from her distractions. But as it broke and spilled hot liquid all over the wooden tiles, something broke inside her.

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The ground of Holder Avenue felt like a road to some forbidden hell under Scully’s high heels. She had tried to rest and forget how exhausted she still was inside but being here heading towards the Dominion club once again thoughts of her fatigue paled and were replaced by the incessant beating of her unsteady heart and the dryness of her tingling throat. As she slowly approached the very small and almost hidden entrance to the club, Scully realised she hadn’t even bothered to dress the part this time because of how much she wanted to be here. She was dressed in her regulation FBI dark jacket, blouse, skirt and shoes, the only thing missing was her FBI identity badge clipped to the jacket. No traces of leather or gothic makeup this time, no slicked back red-hair. That would have taken up too much time. There would have been too much delay. Instead her hair was in its loose and partly-long normal style and she looked for all intents and purposes like she was heading for a class at Quantico, not ready to traverse the dark corridors of a sex club.

One thing struck Scully as she got nearer to the club. She couldn’t hear the dull throb of music emanating from inside it nor see the presence of two tall and dark muscular doormen outside it.
She found herself walking faster, knowing inside something was different. Something that might prevent her getting the release she now knew she craved this night. As she finally reached what should have been the entrance, almost stumbling in her hurry, she saw that there was no entrance. Just a collection of long wooden beams blocking what should have been one. No sign of life or activity. Nothing.

Scully clawed her nails along the wood in frustration and slumped against the beams, for one second once again wondering if her loneliness these past few months had made her sink into a mad fantasy. Then she straightened up as she heard the sound of an approaching car and moved around the side of what had once been the Dominion club. Peering into the half light around her, she saw a car stop and a figure slowly appear from it. Her eyes widened when she beheld the identity of the driver in question. It was John Doggett.

As she wondered what would be bringing him to the location of Club Dominion, Scully’s heart froze with uneasy fear that either he had been brought into the investigation of Lynette’s supposed activity in New York or something else had been delivered to the X Files office courtesy of Dario or Carlos- maybe even something that had finally revealed her secret twilight journies to him.
She strained her ears to hear what he was discussing with someone on the cellphone he produced.

“Doesn’t seem to be a club here anymore.”

Doggett’s voice cut into Scully through the semi-darkness like a knife, at any minute threatening to cut discovery of her secret life into her.

“Yeah, Lynette Marsh was supposed to have been here several times by all accounts. Guess someone might be covering her tracks for her....I still have a few addresses to check....then I guess I better inform Scully there’s still no sign of her....ok, Monica. Yeah.”

Scully sank back against the hard brick behind her, eyes closed tight. It didn’t seem like anything more than Doggett being brought into the search for Lynette, or maybe there was the possibility of him conducting the search on his own time. She wouldn’t put it past him to do such a thing given his concerns for herself but she was still afraid that he might uncover something about Scully’s involvement in attending Dominion. And now Reyes was involved too from the sound of it. And what was that about other addresses? Were there more clubs that Lynette frequented here, and was Provocation one of the others on Doggett’s list? Would it be closed down too? Or still open for someone to mention to Doggett that someone matching her own description had been there a couple of times?

She had to make sure that nobody found out her secrets. And also quell the fire that at this second threatened to consume her. And despite the threat of discovery, Scully was more afraid her desires to do more that could be discovered were winning over her need to protect herself.

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Deja Vu.

It washed over Scully in waves as she sat amongst the throng of people in the atmosphere and smoke of the Chances singles club and for one moment it felt as if she had never left this place and followed a mysterious man into a twilight world of sex and debauchery. That she had never travelled so far down a dark sexual path she could never ever previously have imagined herself entertaining. That she had never allowed a search for a missing friend to turn her into what she felt was almost a sexual junkie.

The visage of John Doggett from far across the main bar room of the club brought Scully back from her ponderings as he proceeded to continue what appeared to her to be questioning one of the barmen. As her eyes desperately tried to read their lips through the smoke to try and ascertain what the details of their conversation were, Scully was relieved at least that the man in question was not the member of the bar staff that she had questioned previously about Lynette. Having succeeded in following Doggett around town with the aid of a very highly-paid cab driver, Scully had at first found him checking out an extrance to the Provocation club that was as boarded up as the one at Dominion and then tailed him here. All the time fear of discovery of her secret life had filled her heart as she had debated just what information Doggett had in his possession that was helping him to seek out Lynette's previous haunts and how close it could bring him to discovering her own dark secrets. That feeling returned to Scully as the barman in question that she had feared Doggett might encounter here approached him and his work colleague and added his own contribution to their discussion.

Paranoia rushed through Scully's consciousness as Doggett's features seemingly reacted strongly to something that the man told him- an expression Scully was sure contained mixed confusion and maybe even a trace of anger. Had her description been given to Doggett and also the information that she had enquired after Lynette and then left the club in the presence of Carlos? Did Doggett have any other information other than the whereabouts of the clubs and Lynette's presence at them? Did he have a description or information about Carlos too that linked him to the investigation? And in that case, to her?

As Doggett cut abruptly through the crowd, mere inches from where she tried to stay out of his sight, Scully tried to fully read him but couldn't decide if her fears were twisting his body language into having sinister conantations. In a sense, she was glad he was apparently leaving the scene but also frightened at what he might have learned and how that might affect her whole relationship with him, her whole life even.

Damn it.

Scully found herself thinking she was tired of being afraid of her feelings and just wanting to expunge any guilt or fear that rested in her soul in regard to her carnal excursions into the night. If she had been linked more closely to Lynette's private life, what did it matter now? When the things that really mattered to her like Mulder and William were so out of her own life? Did she even have one based in reality and solid foundation? Maybe the new and forbidden excitement she had discovered in this twilight world could give her the only true sustenance she could have now, be the only thing to make her truly feel alive? Maybe if it was an addiction, she should just embrace it wholly and let it engulf her.

Fuck it.

A man's strong hand on her arm awakened her. As Scully looked up into the dark eyes of what appeared to be a businessman in his mid-forties, she saw a new light there. A light that was unmistakable despite his casual demeanor. A light that highlighted the hunger behind the smile.

"Hi, I'm Jeff. I noticed you weren't drinking and wondered if you'd let me buy you a drink."

Scully took in every nuance of the man standing beside her. The stylised greyness of his hair, the obviously well-taken care of body underneath the designer suit he was wearing, the strongness of his hand as it held her arm tightly. Strength that made her breathless as she contemplated the full extent of it directed at her.

"I didn't come here to drink."

It was a direct reply. No subtlety in its implication and Scully could instantly read that the implication had been fully understood by Jeff. As his smile widened, she moved closer to him, all the time savouring his touch as her lips parted in a dark erotic smile of her own.

"It's funny, " Jeff continued. "Professional looking women like you don't often come to the point about what they're looking for. It's very refreshing."

Scully's face was inches from his, so much so she could read the excited waver to his breath. She fixed him fully with her eyes and dragged out her next sentence with strong deliberation.

"I'm not that professional."

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The toilet cubicle was on the small side but as Scully and Jeff banged into the side of it, nothing about their surroundings mattered to them as they enjoyed the feel of their tongues in each others mouths and they enjoyed the engagement of deep and hungry kisses. As the businessman raked up her red hair wildly, Scully let herself truly be immersed in the thrill she was receiving from the electric touch of this total stranger. She found herself pushing Agent Doggett, Lynette and other concerns back into the black void of her subconscious as she felt the wet stain already forming in her panties due to her acting on the a****l impulses that seemed to be ruling her more and more.

As they seperated, breathing heavily, Jeff held Scully at arm's length, his voice unsteady with lust as he delighted in the red-haired temptress in his grasp.

"All my years coming here, I've never felt anything like what I'm feeling with you. It's fucking amazing."

Scully's hand travelled down the man's designer slacks and Jeff outwardly trembled as she felt the considerable bulge now evident in the material and squeezed it.

"Cut the talk and just get it out." Scully breathed huskily as she took one of Jeff's fingers in her mouth and made a point of sucking on it provocatively.

Jeff savoured the feel of Scully's lips on him and his cock twitched in response to his thoughts of exchanging the item in her mouth with another one.

"You get it out."

There was the loud sound of a zipper being opened in the cubicle and without a moment's pause, Scully pulled Jeff's swollen and heavily-veined cock through the slit in his trousers and stroked it slowly in her fist, enjoying the man's shivered responses to her drawn-out ministrations, Scully feeling his cock grow larger with each successive stroke.

This IS my life, Scully thought. Stroking a stranger's cock in a public restroom.

No, doing a lot more than just STROKING it.

As their kisses deepened in a new tango of tongue and saliva, kisses that were intensfied by the arousal they were both feeling, Scully finally pulled herself away and began to lower her body slowly down Jeff's until she was crouched in her FBI regulation clothes at the man's feet and his cock twitched just inches from the warm opening of her mouth. As Jeff ran his fingers through her hair once more as she looked up at him with a sultry air, his eyes implored her to take action.

"That's going to look so good in your mouth, lady."

Scully surveyed the cock she was holding and ever so finely drooled a thin line of saliva from her open mouth onto it, her spit running down the head which was already engorged and deeply aroused.

"You think it's going in my mouth, hmm?"

Scully was teasing him, wanting to fire the man up to the levels of passion and intensity that she had felt previously with Dixon, the Korean, Rocco, Carlos and Dario. She had come to expect and need that fire and was drawn to it like a proverbial moth, no longer worried for her safety but just wanting that electricity, that a****l lust to engulf her in its wake. She didn't realise how hard she was gripping Jeff's cock until he gave out a loud gasp that was part pain and part pleasure. He looked down at her, his eyes desperate for her to perform the act he so desired from her.

"I KNOW its going in your mouth because looking at you I can tell you're the kind of woman who loves to suck a big hard cock...."

"Really?" Scully's eyes widened and before Jeff could counter with a reply, her lips enveloped his shaft making him throw his head back as the warm wet covering of her mouth closed around his hard flesh and he felt his penis running along her tongue, secreting all over it. As Scully swallowed slightly at the taste of pre-cum inside her mouth, she pulled back off him, a glistening trail of mixed saliva and semen sticking to her top lip.

"Oh yes, baby....again...."

Jeff's hands tangled in Scully's hair as he pulled her back onto him, though in essence Scully needed no beckoning. As his cock filled her mouth once more, she licked and sucked at it harder drawing even more pronounced gasps from him. And as she savoured the sensation of sucking on him, she closed her eyes and for a moment she was back at Dominion in the place of the Chinese girl in the circle of men. Naked except for her Ralph Lauren shoes, buttocks arched provocatively in the air and crawling along a line of hungry naked males, their chests and bodies glistening with oil and all of them sporting the biggest and most formidable hard-ons imaginable. Hard-ons she consumed with a****l ferocity until each man blew a considerable load down her throat, holding her on the pumping cocks while she swallowed the deluges like a thirsty soul in a desert. Her mouth raining trails of semen and saliva that spattered her sweat soaked breasts and travelled down her body to hit the stone floor she was on all fours on....

"Holy shit!"

Scully was brought out of her fevered dream by a voice that didn't belong to Jeff and without turning from the man her mouth was servicing, she knew there was another presence in the restroom and remembered that all through the beginnings of her oral attack on Jeff that the cubicle door must have been left open. Someone outside it was watching her on her knees performing oral sex on him and the excited forbidden rush it gave her hit her right to her streaming core and made her resume her attack on his cock with renewed ferocity until it turned into violent deep-throating. The cubicle became full of the wet sounds of Scully's mouth sucking Jeff right down to his swollen balls and the occassional choked exclamation from her as the man held her on him tight for several seconds until she almost gagged before letting her come back up for air, an action that was always punctuated by Scully's gasping for air and the gush of airborne stringy pre-cum.

"Jesus, never seen someone go down so good like that!"

"Proper little firecracker, aint she?"

"Hey, maybe she might entertain all of us? What do you think?"

"I so want some of that!"

There were the voices of several men from behind her now and their lewd conversations fired her blowjob to crazed levels of torrid v******e, Jeff's face looking down at her twisted by a proud and pleasured smile, the man obviously enjoying being exhibitied in front of his fellow Alpha males being fellated so expertly by such a hot little redhead.

As she drove her mouth onto his member more forcefully than ever, Scully was determined to give both Jeff and the men watching the show they wanted. In another situation, Scully might have found the dialogue and manner of her audience demeaning and degrading but the sexual fever that was gripping her soul used it like fuel on a fire- to help her lusts grow, escalate, implode. To make her give everything she had- not only to bring these men both direct and voyeuristic pleasure but also satisfy her own needs, her own yearnings....

"Don't stop, baby....I'm getting so close to filling that hot little mouth of yours...."

Jeff's voice was a rasp of pure unsteadiness as the men watching added their own encouragement to Scully's sucking off of him.

"Yeah, you go, girl! Take that protein all the way down!"

"Suck him good, baby!"

"Swallow it, red!"

"Got another one here when you've finished with that, sweetheart!"

As Scully's mouth swam in pre-cum, she intensified her attack, feeling the post-orgasmic tremors begin along the length of Jeff's slickened shaft. Pushing her tongue right down into the slit of Jeff's swollen cock-head she scooped out more of his essence and licked it along her lips, leaving traces of her lipstick on his hard skin. She looked up fixing him intensely with a ferocious look that demanded everything from him.

"Give me what you have, Jeff. I want to drink it all. Fill my mouth up with it."

"Oh fuck!!!"

As the men outside began to whoop as Jeff pulled Scully back down on him, another voice sounded from outside the cubicle, one that was frighteningly familiar to Scully and cut through her fevered state like a knife through hot butter.

"What the hell's goin' on here?"

It was John Doggett. Here now in the very restroom she was about to take a man's load down her throat in. As she hesitated and tried to pull away, Jeff saw it as a signal to impale her mouth on him more and implored her to ready herself.

"Don't go anywhere....its coming baby!"

Scully kicked back with her shoes and just managed to shut the cubicle door as Jeff's semen splashed into her mouth to disappointed moans from outside and the perplexed voice of Doggett.

"Maybe I don't wanna know....Jesus....ain't you guys got homes?"

Scully tried hard to listen to what was being said but at the same time was fighting to swallow the load that was pumping down her throat in thick salty gushes. As a shivering Jeff finally pulled away from her glistening lips and zipped himself back up, Scully's head fell forward and she wiped the traces of cum from her face, trying to compose herself as she rose to her feet and struggling to hear if the coast was now clear outside the cubicle. Doggett's closeness to where she had been performing on Jeff had unnerved her and dampened her fire slightly and almost been a reminder of what her desire to perform the act had been an attempt to forget about. But to her own shameful admission, a small part of her had been excited at being so close to being caught. And once again she was frightened by that feeling.

"That was amazing, lady, but what got you so spooked? Seemed to me you were enjoying the attentions of our little audience...."

Scully found she had nothing to say to him as she saw to her slightly dishevelled appearance, straightening her hair and readjusting her blouse under her jacket. She could still taste him inside her mouth and licked the last remnants down. Clearing her throat, she moved to the cubicle door and slowly peeked through it to observe a now clear restroom, an amused Jeff trailing behind her.

"I think we scared them away."

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Scully had said an abrupt goodbye to Jeff and made her way out of the back entrance to Chances that led on to a small semi-darkened alleyway and as the cool night air assailed her, she opened her blouse slightly to try and cool the sweat that had formed on her flushed skin and eagerly drank the night air into her strained lungs.

She hadn't regretted what she had done with the man inside. It had turned her on administering to his cock, especially with other strangers watching and had drawn up in her the torrid feelings she had experienced previously at the more deviant clubs and in Dario's basement. She had loved swallowing from Jeff and drinking him down and was eager for more debased experiences for as good as the experience had been, despite the momentary alarm created by the arrival of Doggett, it couldn't match the heat of being in those dark deviant surroundings where she had truly crossed such forbidden lines. As she pressed her back against the bricked wall behind her and crossed her legs over a centre that was now deliriously wet with need, Scully closed her eyes tight and exhaled.

But how could she find that thrill now? If the clubs had closed down? And would Carlos contact her again? She could return to Dario's studio or the offices of Seducer Productions if they weren't closed down now but what if Doggett or other agents had them under surveillance?

Damn it, She needed her fix. There was no denying it. Scully wanted to be taken over the edge again. Hard. Mercilessly.

As she stood in the night air, distracted by her wants and desires, Scully didn't notice the figure that was in close proximity to her until it was at her side and was covering her mouth with something wet and containing a strange acrid smell. She didn't even get time to see the alley floor that was rushing up at her before she slipped into the blackness of u*********sness.

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For a brief few disorientated moments, Scully believed she was back in the confines of Dario's studio basement as consciousness slowly returned to her. There was the same brick-walled layout in half-darkness and the same decadent atmosphere permeating her surroundings as there had been there. But as she developed greater focus and attempted to fight off the aftereffects of what she had felt sure was something along the lines of c*********, Scully realised this wasn't that particular basement but something very different.

It seemed like she was in a long low-ceilinged room, lit at certain points by small lights built into the surrounding brick work which produced a series of tiny spotlight effects across it and highlighted some of the objects present around her. There was an assortment of implements on the far wall, all of them very sexual in nature, ranging from what seemed to be very formidably sized vibrators to ball gags to whips and in the far left corner of the room hung a leather swing chair similar to the one she had laid on at Provocation when the Korean had administered aggressive anal sex to her. Just the memory of that experience and the sight of such another chair was enough to send a cold but aroused shiver through her.

As she slowly raised herself to a sitting position, Scully found she had been lying on nothing more but a small threadbare mattress which was pretty much not above floor level and made the surrounding walls seem to loom even larger around her. As she examined it, she found its surface was stained in substances that were very clearly identifiable to her. There was even signs of teethmarks in some of its torn surface and that discovery made another shiver run through her body.

There was one more curious thing she noticed about the room- on one side of it was a large glass panel which she assumed might be a two-way mirror allowing someone outside the room to observe her. It certainly seemed to have similarities to many two-way mirrors she had observed over the years in myriad interrogation rooms.
In fact, now she came to think of it, Scully thought the whole room reeked of an oppressive nature as if the surroundings were specially created to make one feel isolated and alone- but alone for what?

As she tried to stand, Scully found to her surprise she was still dressed in her regulation FBI clothing. She'd almost assumed that she would awake naked or stripped and wondered given the nature of the room she stood in whether that might occur before long. As if in answer to her ponderings, a door slowly opened at the far end of the room with the rusty squeak of old metal and a shadowy figure appeared in the half-light before her.

The figure was tall and impressively muscular in his top quarter, that much Scully could ascertain from just a glimpse of him. And the way he stood impassively in the half-light both unnerved her and made her wetter than she could have thought possible. It seemed an eternity before he began to move, so much time that Scully thought maybe she was imagining someone standing there due to the delirium and adrenalin pouring through her. As he came more into view, Scully saw that the man was Hispanic, his hair dark and styled into a kind of ferocious buzz-cut and he was adorned with a thin black covering of stubble which could substitute as some kind of rough beard. His eyes seemed to contain no warmth, just a kind of objective assertive coldness that excited Scully with the way it surveyed her at the same way it partly frightened her. As her eyes followed a path down his impressive chest, she saw it was adorned with tattoos, the largest of which was a long serpent which trailed down his dark hued skin to end somewhere in the confines of the tight leather pants he was wearing. Another parallel with the ourobourous tattoo she herself carried on her lower back and a further indicator to her that she was allowing herself to get completely swallowed up by her sins.

He stopped inches from her, his eyes boring into hers and Scully came to the conclusion that she thought he looked like some kind of convict. She had seen enough of them in various prisons over the years on investigations- and had often caught their eyes from behind steel bars hungrily reading her as she made her way past them, their expressions carrying in them hundreds of ways they'd like to sexually please themselves with her body. It had always unnerved Scully being in an environment such as that but now here she was facing a man who should have belonged in such a place by appearance and she was unnerved in totally different ways altogether. Visions played in the back of her mind of being in a cell with the man sharing an intense and sweat-soaked coupling with him as other inmates watched and she found herself licking across her lips as she tried to compose herself.

The man moved closer still and Scully wondered when he would say something. The intensity of his stare made her feel naked, as if just his look alone could peel the clothes from her body. Another eternity seemed to pass until he slowly moved his face to hers and brought their mouths together in a deep kiss. Scully almost drowned at the sensation of how good the kiss was, his tongue wrapped so deeply in hers and she savoured it as his mouth devoured hers, their saliva mixing in a frothy excited river. Scully was aware of the hardness of her nipples against the material of the bra she wore under her blouse as the kiss continued to take her breath away and became aware of the man's hand travelling up her stockinged leg and into the confines of her skirt reaching around to cup her ass under it and squeeze.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm......"

Scully was really turned on now and threw her arms around the man's head as their kissing became hungrier and more a****l in tone. The man's strong hands on her legs and ass under her skirt making the material of her panties sodden as he pressed her up against the brick wall and she found herself wrapping her legs around him to pull him right into her body. Scully didn't care who this man was, what his story was, all he knew was he was doing things to her that she needed to be done to her and she was intent to let things take their course no matter how they ended up.

His muscular chest was pressed hard into her blouse as he pulled his mouth off her, his lips wet with Scully's saliva and traces of her lipstick. He held her tight against the wall, feeling the tremble in her thighs as she breathlessly looked back at him. She felt impossibly warm in his embrace and so very feral and launched herself at him for another kiss which was just as deep and powerful as the first. Eventually he seperated from her again and began to lower her from the wall, making her disentangle her legs from around him. As she tried to steady herself on her heels against the wall, the man leaned in, his arms placed above her on the brick in a dominant position.

"You want it, don't you?"

The voice was deep with a sexy rasp that made Scully's stomach turn over with desire. She fixed him with her eyes and did all she could to show him how much his touch was desired by her in them.

"Yes."

His mouth grazed hers. His tongue slid across her lips. Scully pushed her tongue out to try and glance it.

"What would you do for it?"

He pressed his tongue into her mouth for a brief but sensual kiss then pulled back again. Scully began to really breathe heavy and pressed into the wall, crossing her legs slightly because of the dampness between them. He asked another question of her.

"How far would you go?"

Scully tried to control the shake that was evident in her voice.

"I'm here, aren't I? And I really didn't need to be d**gged to be brought here. I want to be here."

Another deep kiss exploded between them, the man reaching up and squeezing hard on her bra-covered breasts under her blouse as their mouths battled. As he pulled away from Scully this time, his eyes seemed even colder, even more dangerous. He spoke to her in a harsh whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. A shiver unmistakably tinged with arousal.

"There's going to be no stopping what happens in this room. Not until I say so. It will go on as long as I decree it. If you agree to being here with me and to the rules, there's no turning back. Do you understand?"

He tangled his fist in her red hair and brought her face forward.

"Do you understand?"

Scully fought the urge to close her eyes to control the pure rush of torrid abandonment she was riding and faced the man out, her entire body running a shockwave of fear and lust as she felt the man's grip on her hair tightening and got off on the sensation of it.

"I understand.....but you won't have all the say here...."

With a sudden movement, Scully plunged her hand into the confines of the man's leather pants and found the considerable erection inside them that was already stretching against the tight fabric. Surprised by her action and letting go of his grip on her hair, the man let Scully coil her fist around his pulsing cock and begin to stroke it. He fixed her with an intense stare that finally began to exhibit some pleasure in it.

"I can see how atypical you are, Dana Scully. This could be very interesting. And very challenging."

Scully stroked the man's cock harder in his pants, loving the way his muscular chest and the tattoos on it undulated to her ministrations, feeling his cock get bigger still in its confinement. Its size made Scully delirious with thoughts of eventually accomodating it in her body.

"Oh yes, it'll be interesting. Very interesting."

Another kiss exploded between them as Scully stroked the man's cock, its intensity making her sweat until she felt how damp her blouse had become with perspiration, clinging to her and revealing clearly the outline of the black lace bra she was wearing under it. It felt especially intoxicating being in this situation while wearing clothes that she would normally wear during her professional duties with the FBI. It felt exhilirating being so wanton just like back in the toilet stall at Chances while sporting an outfit that made her look the proper image of a conscientious, moral and highly disciplined member of the law enforcement fraternity. The contrast between the carefully controlled outer surface mixing with the inner out of control lustful one all evident in one visual. A visual she also expected was making the man before her so hard and so eager to sexually use her.
"Jesus!"
The man broke away from the kiss and proceeded to pull at the two top buttons of Scully's blouse but she stopped him quickly with her other hand.
"No. Wait for it."
Scully began to teasingly unbutton her blouse as the man licked across his lips.
"Slowly. More fun that way."
Her voice was thick with seductive resonance and she already felt she was turning the tables in this situation and making the man respond to her lead. As she revealed part of her cleavage in her bra with the first two buttons open and the trail of sweat that was pooling down its centre, the man moved forward and licked first at her neck and then down between her breasts as much as he could through the fabric. Scully closed her eyes savouring the way the man's tongue felt on her hot skin and pulling harder on his confined shaft. As he moved his mouth across her, tasting her sweat, Scully's eyes returned to the mirrored wall, speculating on who could be watching behind it. She felt sure Carlos would be there enjoying the spectacle. Whoever was there, she was going to give them the show they so obviously wanted to see.
"We need to get that out."
Scully withdrew her hand from the rock solid penis that was literally straining against the leather pants now and making a fierce angry indentation in them. Lowering herself slowly and seductively down from the man and his arousing mouth and tongue, Scully began to pull the leather trousers down the man's legs from either side, noting that unbuttoning and unzipping would take too long. She wanted to see the full fleshy extent of the man's erection but had to fight to stop the trousers being caught by the considerable power of his hard-on as she attempted to drag them down. Eventually they succumbed to her efforts and the man's massive cock sprang free and unfurled and Scully took an inward gasp as she concluded that this man sported one of the most formidable lengths she had so far encountered. As he stepped out of the pants to leave himself fully naked before her, Scully saw that his serpent tattoo begun on his chest continued along the hard skin of his shaft, stretched out across it as if marking her out as its next victim. It reminded her of the similar tattoo that Dario sported on his cock and that connection reinforced her belief that this man she was with now had some link to both him and Carlos and the sexual underworld they shared. The sexual underworld she was so aroused to be a part of.
Maybe Dario was also watching her along with Carlos- possibly even filming her.....
Scully swallowed hard at the thought of being captured on camera being so wanton. It wasn't the first time she had been immortilised on film indulging her carnal lusts if it was indeed the case. But she felt this particular performance she was about to give would probably be captured in greater clarity and detail than the grainy hand-held footage that had been taken of Dixon fucking her in the ass in the rainy alleyway, that there was no doubt the equipment would be a lot more professional in these indoor surroundings to record her willing debasement of herself. Realising the danger to her life and career of being caught on camera engaged in torrid and perverse acts, Scully at this moment threw that realisation to the side as she gave in to her hungers. It really felt now like she didn't care if her secret life was exposed. She had gone too far with it and was willing to go a lot further.
To hell with it. Let them film me fucking and sucking and acting like a whore.
Isn't that what I have become?
As the man breathed heavily before her, his cock twitching in anticipation of further contact with Scully, she looked up at him, her eyes laced with a dark and erotic abandon.
"What's your name? I like to know the names of the men I fuck."
The man smiled widely, enjoying such a professional looking woman talking dirty before him.
"Diego." His voice was filled with an undercurrent of excited aggression as he slowly spoke his name, placing his hand around his shaft and stroking it before her until purple blood-engorged veins broke through the skin.
"Show me what you can do, Agent Scully."
The fact he had addressed her with her official FBI designation while asking her to pleasure him made Scully's heart burst with a barely controllable fever. Now the prim and proper Dana Katherine Scully was indeed joined to the secret slut that burned inside her soul. The connection was complete. The lines had blurred totally. And that was how she wanted it.
"Diego, I want you to keep calling me Agent Scully."
She slowly began the attempt to cover his rock hard penis with her tiny mouth, barely able to close over its large bulbous tip at first as Diego held it between her stretched lips. As she wet his tip with her excited spit, she moved off him and then forward again to take more. This time she managed to slightly pass his swollen head, revelling in the taste and feel of him and savouring the throbbing of his pulsing glans. Pulling off once more, she fixed him with her delirious gaze.
"Tell me, Diego, how do you like it sucked?"
She moved forward in a deliberately slow O movement, making him cry out loud at the teasing sensation.
"Slow and sensual?" came her muffled question before backing off and then moving forward even deeper on him, surprising herself at how much she took of him this time leading her to aggressively begin to suck hard on his flesh.
"Or fast and dirty?" she asked, almost choking on him as he swelled on her tongue to almost block her windpipe. Pulling off, she let loose a load of mixed pre-cum and saliva which spilled out over her chin and marked the dark material of her jacket.
"Both have their pleasures, Agent Scully. But right now I think you prefer fast and dirty, don't you?"
Diego pulled her back onto him and Scully reached around to grab hold of his muscular ass cheeks as he impaled her on him until her left cheek bulged violently with the point of his turned to the side manhood. Using his body as leverage, Scully tried to regulate her breathing so she could truly attack him with her mouth and take him centrally down her throat. She began to circle her mouth on him, smearing more of her lipstick on his swollen shaft as her fingernails began to dig hard into the man's buttocks, drawing blood with the intensity of her attempted deep throating of him. Diego winced sharply as he felt Scully digging into him but seemed to enjoy the sensations of pain mixed in with the pure pleasure of Scully's torrid blowing of him.
As she came up for air from taking him further down her throat than ever, she rose slowly to her feet. At first Diego seemed confused at her apparent ending of the blowjob but soon smiled again when Scully beckoned him to follow her over to the swing chair at the other side of the room, reinforcing her invitation by gripping his cock firmly in one hand and leading him by it, savouring how sticky it felt in her palm and its pulsing fleshy warmth. As they reached the chair, Diego turned to her.
"What do you have in mind, Agent Scully?"
"Just sit down, Diego."
As Diego sat backwards on the leather straps of the chair, he reached up to steady himself by holding the straps hanging down from it. Scully slowly lowered herself to the ground again and looked up at him.
"That's it. Hold onto those straps tight."
Diego held them firm, his biceps bulging as Scully moved her head over to between his thighs. Still maintaining eye contact with him and noting how close they were to the glass panel now, she instructed him.
"Push your legs either side of my head."
As Scully began to take his cock back into her wet mouth, Diego slowly began to use his legs like a vise to hold Scully in place, closing them around her as directed to. Soon she was enjoying the heat of his groin stifiling her as she resumed her blowing of him, enjoying the feel of the pleasured tension in his limbs as she began to truly gag herself with his enormous length. Held by him, the effort to pull back off his cock was made more difficult increasing Scully's arousal as she desperately tried to breathe between each new fevered assault on him. Soon she was taking him faster and with more aggression. Her red hair sliding across the inside of his thighs as she truly devoured him and made his gripping of the straps white knuckled, the whole chair rocking with the force of Scully's oral ministering to him.
"Yeah, Agent Scully. Yeah, yeah yeah!"
"Mmmmmmmmpppppfffffhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The blowjob was pure fury now, Scully's mouth swimming in pre-semen and saliva as she sucked him like she had never sucked any man ever before. His massive cock almost down to the root in her, so much so she felt sure any second it would punch itself out of the back of her head. When she could break from it, Scully spat as much saliva as she could on it to keep it slick and dripping and felt sure the front of her blouse was now sodden with all that she hadn't been able to keep inside her lips of the frothed up semen-spit cocktail.
As she felt Diego's moans reverberate around the room, she knew he was already getting close due to her violent fellating of him but she wasn't going to allow him to come just yet, as much as she wanted him to empty himself between her swollen red lips. This was only the pre-show for those beyond the glass, not to mention herself and this heavily muscled man. And if it was being filmed, she wanted the main show to be perfect in its unbridled abandoned eroticism.
"FUCK!"
Scully's mouth popped loudly as she pulled herself off Diego's cock as hard as she possibly could, the action making his thighs part slightly and giving her escape from their hold. As she tried to stand, she was aware just how hot the skin on her face was and how flushed she must look. Wiping away the traces of pre-semen on her lips, Scully looked down at her very wet blouse, the detail of her bra-encased breasts now even more evident through the fabric. Diego fixed her with a truly a****l stare as she faced him and slowly let her jacket fall from around her shoulders to land on the cold floor.
"Agent Scully, you are one of a kind."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Diego."
Standing straight, Scully slowly moved her stockinged legs under her skirt slightly apart and moved her fingers slowly to the third button of her blouse. Diego ran his tongue across his lips as he finally released the straps he had been holding, his slickened erection undiminished in its intensity.
"Take it off."
"Not just yet."
Scully undid two more buttons and let his eyes behold a bit more of her undulating cleavage in the black bra. Then she slowly turned in a complete circle and slowly and deliberately leaned forward, pushing her skirt-covered behind towards him. Taking his massive cock in one fist and stroking it, Diego's eyes raked over her like hot coals burning into her flesh. She ran one hand back over her bottom through the fabric suggestively as she looked back at him, a couple of strands of red hair hanging sexily over her eyes.
"You want this Special Agent's body, don't you?"
"Yes...." It was an angry rasp that sounded from Diego as his cock squelched noisily to his manipulation of it. "I want to show this FBI whore just what I can do to her."
As Scully ran her hand up and down her bottom in a teasing circle, she enjoyed the sight of the naked man barely able to control his lusts as he masturbated to all the sexual punishments he wished to inflict on her.
"You want it, don't you?"
Diego just responded with an a****l grunt that told her everything she wanted to hear. Reaching around with both of her hands, she took hold of the zip at the top of her skirt.
"What would you do for it?"
Scully began to unzip it as Diego watched, his masturbation reaching a new level of ferocity as he slowly rose from the chair.
"How far would you go. Diego?"
The skirt began to part down the centre, slowly revealing the black lack thong that ran between Scully's beautifully-rounded cheeks and as it began to slip down her backside, Diego moved closer as if hynoptised by the motion of it being slowly discarded. As it tumbled down her stockinged legs, she became aware of his hard body touching hers, of his iron-hard erection rigid against inner thigh. As his strong hands reached around to grip her waist, the skirt finally reached the floor.
The voice in Scully's ear as she was pulled back against him was deliciously affirmative in its unabashed hunger.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
Scully slowly took his large hands and guided them up her body using them to unbutton the few remaining buttons on her blouse until it fell open revealing her black bra in all its sensual splendour. Her body arched in his embrace as he moved up her and squeezed her breasts hard in their lace confinement, already able to feel how her bullet-hard nipples were impacting against it. As he circled his fingers over their rigid points, Scully delighted in every moment of his touch and her thoughts turned to her intitial appraisal of him when he had first appeared in the room and how it had made her heart race.
"You've been in prison, haven't you?" she whispered breathlessly as his hands on her became rougher in their probing, feeling his delighted smile even though she couldn't see his face.
"You are so perceptive, Agent Scully." He made a particularly rough twisting of her left nipple through her bra. "And something tells me knowing that really gets you hot. I'd love to know why....." He twisted harder making Scully arch hard against him. "But then maybe I know why, just how much you must have seen men like me being an FBI Special Agent staring at you from behind prison bars, watching you, wanting you. Despite the discomfort on the surface of being looked at like that, inside it occassionally made your baser thoughts rise, didn't it? And you liked it, didn't you?"
Scully rubbed her thong-covered behind against the side of his massive cock, the slickness of it making a long line of fluid run down her ass as she turned her head to the side and looked back at him.
"Maybe.....and maybe if I saw you behind bars looking back at me in such a situation, I might have to do something about it...."
Scully felt Diego's tongue enter her ear, his hot breath in it intoxicating her.
"Tell me what you'd do, Agent Scully. Tell me your fantasies..."
Scully felt him unclasping her bra as she closed her eyes tight and as her naked breasts fell free into his hands, she swallowed hard as she began to confess her thoughts to him.
"I'd return to see you....but dressed as the hottest slut you ever saw for a conjugal visit. Let the guards know I was one of your regular whores on the outside by how I was dressed. A top and skirt so tight you could see everything, everything I had to offer you.....mmmmmmm......"
"Oh god, tell me more..."
Diego pulled hard on her swollen nipples until Scully felt her whole voice lace with the thickest huskiest tone.
"You'd know the sound of my shoes on the floor from the time you saw me before, Diego....recognise the Special Agent who got you so hard under all the makeup and tight whorish clothing that hides her....As you laid eyes on me, you'd know the hour we'd spend together in the conjugal room, we'd fuck in every way and every possible position we could...."
Scully felt Diego's hands travel down her body, running down the sides of her hips and squeezing hard, her bottom running against his glistening shaft faster and faster, smearing his pre-semen over her hot skin.
"Oh yes...." He breathed heavily as he bit down hard on her earlobe. "An hour with a Special Agent whore....damn the things I'd do to you and you to me...."
He gasped sharply as Scully turned with him and for a moment caught his swollen cockhead in the cleft of her buttocks. Pulling her head back to him, they shared a fierce kiss that made sweat spill out all over their bodies. Pure lust possessed Scully's soul now and she knew she had willingly chosen to lose herself in this twilight forbidden world forever. She looked once again at the mirrored glass panel opposite the two of them as Diego started to pull her around to face him.
"Who is watching us, Diego?" she asked shakily, barely able to stop the hunger coursing through her body making it shake all over.
The muscular man brought her closer until their flushed faces were almost touching, their breathing rapid and unsteady. Locking their foreheads aggressively together, Diego watched the rise and fall of Scully's chest and sweat covered breasts as her eyes fixated on just how incredibly big his cock was now. It had seemed to grow to proportions she'd never seen on any man before now.
"Many are watching us, Agent Scully. Waiting to see how much you can take before you go further on your journey." He reached forward, cruelly twisting Scully's nipples until they burned. "I think you're going to go all the way, aren't you?"
"Yes...."
Scully's reply was panted and almost non-audible in her sexually delirious state. She almost felt she was floating as Diego led her over to a small table that was situated back near the swing chair. On it as well as the kinds of assorted whips and dildos she had witnessed in the room earlier was a selection of long needles of varying sizes and thickness and what appeared to be a slightly-glowing metal grille. As the significance of the items on the table begin to penetrate Scully's fevered mind, she felt Diego's fingers tighten on her nipples until she wanted to cry out.
"I think the fact that you want to go all the way should be marked, Agent Scully. And what better way than with the branding of your incredible breasts...."
Diego's words sent a forbidden shockwave through Scully's body that even in this situation she was unprepared for which nearly brought her to her knees with its power. As he moved one of his strong hands forward to select a needle from the assortment before them and started to hold it and heat it using the grille, Scully remembered words spoken by the dangerous Dario back in his basement when he too had held her breasts in his hands.
"I'd love to pierce these."
Oh my god.
As Diego produced the needle he had heated up and made a show of presenting it before her, Scully's arousal mixed with an undeniable fear and trepidation and for a tiny second she pulled away from him as much she wanted him to go ahead with his intended action. He pulled her back to him, his fingers on his other hand smoothing out her left-hand nipple in preparation.
"All the way, Agent Scully."
Scully gritted her teeth and gave her consent.
"Do it."
Scully threw her head back, her scream filling the room as Diego began to push the hot needle into the surface of her left nipple, the metal cutting sharply through it as Scully reached out, her flailing hands gripping onto the straps of the swing chair to try to steady herself against the sensation of being pierced. Diego dug the needle in further, Scully feeling the sweat cascade down her naked stomach as she closed her eyes tight and tears fell from their corners. Her whole body shook with the combined pain and pleasure that filtered through her as Diego made the penetration of her nipple draw out to an agonisingly long degree until Scully was almost going to beg him to finish. But she held on as eventually he began to withdraw the needle, though he also made that experience draw out too until Scully fixed him with her tear-stained eyes. He smiled as he turned to re-heat it.
"I like the way you scream, Agent Scully. It's really sexy."
When he was satisfied it was hot enough, Diego brought the needle up to her second nipple as Scully twisted the straps of the swing chair in her fists until her hands were bruised. As he began to push it into her tender flesh, Scully gave out another cry that outmeasured the first one she had given in every respect. As he worked it through the erect right nipple, he moved forward and prised apart her closed mouth to launch an angry assault on her with his tongue while he dragged out the new piercing until Scully bit down hard on him, drawing blood that washed through their mouths like wine from an unholy communion. It made the whole act seem even more debased.
After what seemed an eternity of heated penetration, Diego withdrew the needle once more. As her body began to come down from the shock of her experience, he ran his eyes over her with sadistic pleasure as she slowly brought her vision back into focus on him.
"The best is yet to come, Agent Scully."
Scully's voice was thick with a provoking air.
"Do your worst, fucker."
Her eyes opened wide as she beheld Diego holding up two golden metallic rings which each had a snap-together brace. It was obvious to her what he was going to do with them. As he brought them forward, Scully was distracted by a loud thudding noise from the other side of the glass behind her. Turning her head, she saw through the strands of red hair across her eyes that she could see something slightly through the glass surface if she looked hard which meant it wasn't totally one-way. As she tried to ascertain what the trail of thick liquid was that was running down it from the other side, her heart missed a beat. It was semen. Someone was indeed watching her activity in this room and was getting off to it. Diego noticed her reaction and pulled her to him by her pained breasts.
"We're getting to someone back there, wouldn't you agree?"
Scully was almost so distracted by the thought of somebody masturbating watching her beyond the glass she had forgotten about the rings that Diego was holding. She was brought back to reality by the sensation of him forcing them through the hole in each nipple hard, making her whole body buck and spasm as he worked her nipple flesh until one long pleasured cry of painful ecstasy reverberated around the room.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Diego cruelly forced the rings in until Scully thought she would pass out but when the eventual moment came when he snapped them solidly tight on her, her form shook with the willing acceptance of a new sexual darkness. A darkness that engulfed her and made her know she was soon to particpate in activities that she would have never previously dared to entertain. Diego's voice was a strong delighted rasp as he pulled hard on the nipple rings that now adorned Scully, making her hiss and revel in her branding by metal. Now she truly felt like she belonged in this world. She truly felt she was a whore.
"Oh yes, Agent Scully, that looks so good. So good."
Scully's voice was shivery as she responded.
"I'm glad you like it...."
Diego slowly walked in a circle around her, once again stroking his formidable erection as he watched the blouse still covering Scully's back stick to her with perspiration. As she felt his presence behind her and his hands roughly pulling aside her thong, the heat transferred from her invaded nipples to the ourobourous on her lower back. Pulling up her sodden blouse slightly so he could savour her tattoo, Diego ran his heavily-veined shaft over it, spilling a trail of pre-cum down the centre of the inked circle. Moving it down the puckered opening of Scully's asshole, Scully trembled in anticipation of trying to take such a massive penis inside her but was surprised when the musculed Hispanic moved past that tight opening and began to rub his swollen head around the wet entrance to her throbbing vagina.
"I've heard you've entertained a lot of backdoor traffic these past few days, Agent Scully. It seems to me your hot little FBI pussy hasn't had near enough the attention it deserves if you ask me...."
Scully felt Diego's fingers push inside her and begin to massage her sensitive clit until she felt her heart would burst.
"Damn you, Diego, Don't wait. Push it in!"
Scully's head moved back sharply as she tightened her grip on the hanging straps once more.
"They want to see how much I can take! Then show them! SHOW THEM!!"
Diego began to move forward, prising open Scully's squelching pussy until she felt his cockhead begin to seek entrance.
"Holy shit.....!!!"
Scully bit down hard on her lip at the feel of just that small portion of his cock stretching her. She fought to hold onto the straps as Diego fed more of himself into her but she was totally unprepared for a man so terribly huge and feared he would damage her if he persisted. Despite her desire for him, her total and utter want for him, Scully became afraid. She let go of the straps and fell forward onto the swing chair, her bottom sticking out as she tried to crouch and move her hands back in an effort to stop his penetration of her.
"Oh god....you're too big, Diego! Way too big.....I can't handle you....I can't handle you!!"
A perverse side of Diego got even harder watching Scully's struggle to accomodate him and he brought his strong hands down to hold her own as he sought to enter her further.
"You had me in your mouth easy enough, Agent Scully. With a little spit and a little effort, I'm sure your sweet FBI snatch can do the business...."
He pushed more of himself in, his cock bulging inside her. Scully fought to release his grip on her arms.
"For god's sake! Stop for a moment! You're too much for me! TOO MUCH!!"
Diego appeared at the side of her face, his features twisted into an a****l snarl, Scully feeling his own sweat dripping onto the material of her blouse as he threaded his clenched fist through her wet red hair.
"You go further only by taking it, Agent Scully. And going further is all you want now, I know it!"
His cock was making her whole body strain to have it inside, every muscle in her body was working to allow it to settle in her. But Diego's words brought her back to the acknowledgement of her base desires and her willingness to drown in them. Steeling herself, she thrust back onto him, her centre squishing noisily as she impaled herself on his massive shaft, feeling she had torn herself apart in both mental and psyhical terms and letting loose a strangled shout of complete abandonment as his cock began to fill her right to his heavy and swollen balls.
"Sweet Jesus...." Scully moaned as his entire length began to sink into her, raising her arms to try to gain some leverage on the straps once more. As Diego drew back for just a second, his cock temporarily half-leaving her, Scully took the time to breathe deeply and prepare for the savage fucking she knew was about to be unleashed. This was defintely some kind of initiation rite she was being subjected to- an initiation rite that required her absolute committment to it to guarantee exploration of even baser and more perverse sexual experiences. Experiences that she knew would hold her in their thrall and make her do the most unnatural, most forbidden things she had ever done. But she was determined to hold on and ride out her session with Diego to sample all that was on offer beyond the glass. Hold on with everything she possibly had.
The short breather lasted but for a few seconds. When Diego thrust back into her, there was a v******e behind the move that made Scully throw her head right back and utter a cry of mixed pain and pleasure that was primal in its cadence- almost a schizophrenic plea for him to stop but at the same time for him to continue in the form of a gasping scream. The sound just seemed to inflame Diego further and he pulled back once more only to literally punch back into her slickened centre with a ferocity that made Scully turn her face back sharply to acknowledge him, her features twisted into what could only be described as an a****listic snarl.
"Oh, you're good, you bastard..." Scully hissed at the muscular Hispanic. "But I want to see what you've really got...."
Scully's words had the effect she wanted on Diego. She found herself clutching the hanging straps of the swing chair until her hands were threatening to blacken with the effort as his fucking of her exploded into all-out carnal assault. She heard the tear of her sweat-soaked blouse up her back and saw from the corner of her eye one side of it hanging ripped at her side as Diego's cock began to batter into her, administering quite possibly the hardest sex she'd yet been subjected to. Her bottom impacted against his hips hard, his heavy balls smacking into her wet skin until the whole room reverberated with the whack of flesh on flesh as Scully's petite body was taken forcefully doggy style. Closing her eyes tight, she began to turn the pain of taking such a massive cock inside her into fevered unadulterated pleasure, savouring the dragging of Diego's hands through her slick red hair and the hard slaps he made on her rippling buttocks as he pounded into her. As the sweat off his musculed chest cascaded onto her now fully-naked back as he tore into what remained of Scully's blouse until it fell to the floor, Diego's unsteady voice tore back into her consciousness as he brought himself panting to the side of her flushed face once more.
"I'm still back in that cell with you, Agent Scully....enjoying that hot nasty conjugal visit....Seeing just how dirty I can make an FBI whore like you act with my hard angry cock..."
Scully couldn't respond to his words. Her only response as she continued to spill out all over his driving cock was a long sustained mewling which resembled a feline in heat. The sound just made Diego's fucking of her increase in intensity until her small body was literally being buffeted over and between the swing chair.
"I hear you got this on a one-night stand..."
Scully's delirious mind realised he was referring to the ourobourous tattoo that so many men had already commented on in this sexual twilight world. As she struggled to talk over the sound of their fierce copulating, Diego's hissing voice continued to tease her.
"I heard you got pretty wild that night but wouldn't give the guy your tight little ass...despite how much he wanted it....is that true?"
As Scully's mind swam with the realisation that Diego must have had at some point a conversation with Dixon, the only person she had confessed that particular fact to, she felt the secret walls deep inside her totally crumbling given Diego's question to her and the way his whole body seemed to be sexually pulling answers from down in her complicated soul.
"I....lied..."
Scully managed to get out a few shivery words and felt her core flood as she realised what she was going to confess to this man who was pummelling her over the edge. A secret she'd kept to herself a long time. Now was the time to truly confess that secret. To this hot man who was making her feel things few men had made her feel before. And to herself for all the nights she had tried to repress the secret.
"I let him.....take me....in the ass...." Scully exhaled sharply, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Not tears of sorrow. Or pain. Just tears of total and utter abandonment to every dirty urge she'd ever entertained. "It was hot, dirty....nasty.....everything....I needed that night....we didn't even use a fucking condom...."
"Oh god...." Diego bit hard into her earlobe, his cock drawing out a river of Scully's juices along his shaft as he pulled it back. "Since when have you ever in the last few days even used a condom....HUH?"
The hardest thrust yet hit Scully and she arched her whole back against Diego in a trembling spasm that for a moment made her think she was coming. Instead she found Diego's sweaty chest against her back, riding her body down into the swing seat and locking her there as he withdrew his cock from her, making her undulate under him. As he pulled Scully back and drooled saliva into her open mouth which she hungrily drank down, Diego whispered harshly in her ear.
"You ARE a whore...."
As the man rose to his feet behind her, Scully lay face down, finally releasing hold of the chair straps, breathing heavily, her naked sweaty body slowly turning over before him. As she lay in front of Diego, her legs spread wide, her eyes met his, burning with a fire that made even him step temporaily backwards for a second. Slowly pulling her body up to a standing position despite the pain in her hands, she moved to the side of the chair and stood with a renewed savagery in her features as she addressed him.
"Sit in the chair, Diego."
Diego seemed surprised for a second that Scully had so much energy left after taking such a sustained fucking from him. He was brought out of that surprise by Scully's aggressive voice.
"Sit in the fucking chair!"
Stroking his still formidably enlarged penis as he slowly walked over to do as Scully instructed, his face twisted into an intrigued smile.
"What do you have in mind now, Agent Scully?"
Without answering, Scully pushed the Hispanic man down into a sitting position and turned her body teasingly away from him. Her eyes fixed on the large glass panel again opposite them through which she was convinced she was now ascertaining the vague figures of people behind. Backing up slowly against Diego as he realised her intent and held his cock rigidly upright, Scully began to crouch over him, spreading her legs wide either side of where he sat and opening herself out to the mystery spectators beyond the room.
"I want them to see you going in and out of me....."
With a loud squelch, Scully impaled herself slowly on Diego's shaft, continuing to hold her swollen lips open to fully expose her pussy to whomever was savouring her and Diego's performance in the shadows. Wincing slightly as she once again accomodated the massive size of him inside her, she began to slowly move back on him in a sensual reverse motion, pushing her ass against him in a steady rythmic movement that made Diego harden even more inside her and within minutes made several more streams of what was unmistakably semen hit the glass panel from the other side, running down it in long trails.
"Wish I could taste that..." Scully panted breathlessly as she worked Diego's cock a little harder in her cowgirl position. As if in answer to her wish, she found herself slowly being lifted by the man under her and without breaking where they were joined, cock to pussy, began to carry her over to the glass, all the time Scully still pushing back on his huge member.When they finally reached the panel and Diego pressed Scully's body against it, beginning to punch his cock to meet her pushing bottom, she began to run her tongue over its surface, moving it along the path of the sperm trails as if she could indeed scoop them up into her mouth and savour them. More soon appeared given her proximity and began to drip in large batches down the other side. And through the liquid haze being sprayed before her, she could see bodies past them. As her pussy thrust harder and harder back against Diego and both of them became more and more unsteady and out of control, Scully felt sure she could see a young blonde in the back room frenetically riding a massively endowed man in the same way she was riding back against the Hispanic man who she really believed was getting close to coming now given his erratic breathing and bucking against her. She licked with even more fervour against the glass as she also believed she saw a very shapely brunette being doubly penetrated by two oversized black men while another woman ran a large dark dildo furiously in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly a man appeared pressed against the glass in front of her, holding his cock up to her. He was a young teen with a normal but very attractive body and seemed to have eyes filled with desperate need for release. As Diego lowered her back into what was a slight doggy position, Scully pressed her mouth to the glass again, making a lapping motion against where he held his rigid penis, virtually fellating the young man as he rubbed himself off furiously. As her tongue flicked faster and faster as he worked himself off, Diego pounded Scully with equal speed, Scully wincing and grunting every time his aggressive thrusts went extra-deep in her but hissing at him not to diminish his speed.
"Harder, Diego! HARDER!"
Scully's ass and Diego's hips were almost a blur as they impacted against each other in a whirlwind of sweaty skin and panted unsteady cries riding to a crescendo that threatened to totally engulf the both of them. And as the young man beyond the glass finally began to let loose a long ejaculated stream of his release, Scully threw back her head and let loose a guttural shout that hardly seemed human as Diego began to pump his own release furiously inside her, pressing his fingers down hard into Scully's glistening buttocks as he bucked against her uncontrollably, the sweaty readhead reaching back and pulling her tight to him until he was spent and shivery, sharing his orgasm with a searing one of her own which ran through like her a hot lava, making her whole body burn and shake.
"Goddddddddd......" Scully's broken voice exhaled as she felt Diego finally pull himself from her, a last stream of his semen spraying up her backside as he did so. As she slumped down against the glass panel, Scully tried to focus and balance the intense warmth that was seeming like it was going to boil her alive. As she heard Diego sit back down in the swing chair, letting loose a string of expletives to describe how good the fuck with her was, Scully returned her blurry gaze to the events beyond the panel and her eyes opened wide as she beheld a familiar blonde visage standing amongst the sexual activity raging around her. Her long hair now bound up tightly on her head and body filling a tight leather bodice over which spilled her large pierced breasts. A large smile on her face as she looked in Scully's direction, her stockinged legs spread wide and working her hand over her bare streaming centre which Scully noticed was now also pierced.
Lynette.
Despite the euphoric state of her post-climax, Scully found another emotion filling her with heat as she recognised her friend once again lost in the act of masturbation as she observed her. This emotion was even more intense and carried with it a sudden fury that surprised her.
Anger.
Pulling her naked body slowly up the glass, Scully managed to stand with a renewed energy fuelled by the rage that was now building within her and bringing with it memories she thought she had abandoned. As she looked around the room, she beheld a smiling Diego looking up at her, his cock once again hardening.
"Want to go at it again, Agent Scully?"
As she passed him, a look of confusion crossing the sweat-soaked Hispanic's face, Scully found on the desk cluttered with sexual implements a large metal brace, something obviously used to restrain a subject in this semi-dark room. Picking it up and feeling its weight, Scully slowly returned to the glass panel through which she could see that Lynette had stopped her masturbation and now beheld the redhead in the other room with a quizzical frown. Scully returned her frown with a smile that carried a sinister undertone as she raised the brace and flung it at the panel shattering it down the middle.
The explosion of glass made everyone jump; Diego, Lynette and the myriad naked couples in the second room. As some of them s**ttered and others moved to the far side of it, Scully strode through the gap she had created, not even caring that tiny bits of glass cut her feet slightly as she walked over them towards the woman who led her into this forbidden world with a very calculated disappearance. Despite the games played having led her to a world she now delighted being immersed in, Scully had become inflamed by being the subject of Lynette's manipulation and now no longer considered her a friend in this angry moment, but someone who needed to be taught a lesson. A harsh lesson.
"Dana..." Lynette's greeting was tinged with an obvious undercurrent of uncertainty as Scully stopped inches from her, her eyes filled with a savage gleam that unnerved the blonde and which she had never seen before in her colleague's expression ever. "What is it? Why did you do that?"
"You like watching me getting my brains fucked out, don't you, sweet dear Lynette?"
Scully's voice was also laced with a considerable aggression that Lynette felt was very alien. As she continued to address her, Lynette felt sure that Scully was holding something behind her back in her right hand.
"I love getting them fucked out mind you....but to my will and agreement, not to voyeuristically satisfy the desires of someone who I feel has been less than honest with me....in so many ways...." She moved closer to Lynette, making the blonde break out in a worried sweat.
"Dana...."
"I have never liked people playing mind games with me. I don't regret being here...now...but I didn't like the way you brought me here and I feel I still owe you a little something for that....and for Room 17....."
With a sudden move that shocked the blonde, Scully reached out and grabbed Lynette and pulled her close until her half-naked body was pressed against her own.
"You claimed to be a friend....even to love me....Well, I think that was all bullshit....bullshit to justify using me as your sexual puppet....your whorish mirror image...." Scully snapped a pair of large metal handcuffs onto Lynette's wrists with a violent snap. "Well, I make my own journey now....for me and nobody else...to satisfy myself....like I always intended to....and not you...."
"Dana!"
Scully dragged Lynette back into the room where Diego stood perplexed at her behaviour, cutting her feet slightly too as she was pulled over the glass-covered floor. Reaching the swing chair, Scully uncuffed Lynette.
"Dana! For god's sake!"
As Lynette fought to eject the cuffs, Scully held firm, pulling the blonde's struggling arms hard until they began to bruise and recuffing them either side to the swing chair, leaving her body half-hanging in an arched suspension, her bottom sticking out at a high angle and her high-heeled feet scuttling across the hard floor as she tried to steady herself. As Diego moved towards Scully, she returned to where her FBI regulation uniform lay s**ttered and reached for something in her side jacket pocket.
"What are you doing, Agent Scully? We're supposed to be testing your limits!"
Scully made the Hispanic man step back with a startled gasp as she brought up a gun from the jacket and pointed it directly at him.
"This is my game now, Diego. I think I've more than validated my place in this world and now it plays by my rules."
Gesturing with the gun, she directed Diego back to the shattered panel. As he stood by it, she focused the gun directly at his face.
"Fuck off, Diego."
With just a moment's brief hesitation, Diego chose to obey Scully's instructions and ran back into the second room. Turning back to behold the bound Lynette, Scully slowly walked back over to her and leaned forwards, running her gun through Lynette's hair which she began to unfurl teasingly as she ran her other hand over the blonde's trembling body.
"Now, Lynette....let's see how YOU like to be dominated, bitch...."

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