XXX-Files

"Ok, Mulder, let's have it. Why did you drag me out to some park on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night?"

"C'mon, Scully, you know you have nothing better to do than creep around in the dark of night with yours truly," he said with a smirk as he handed her a cup of coffee.

"Uh, let's see, I could be reading or catching up on my email or...sleeping!" she said sarcastically as she took a sip.

Mulder also sipped his coffee as he stared out into the park and towards the woods. Their rental car was parked about 30 yards from the playground equipment and picnic tables that lined the wooded area.

Scully recognized that glint of hunger in his eye and reverted back to questioning him. "Seriously, why are we out here?"

"Well, I was talking to a local detective...."

Scully cut him off. "Uh oh."

"What?"

"You don't think we have enough work to do on the case that we're here to investigate? You have to go searching the local police departments for more?"

"Do you want to know why you're out here or not?" he asked with a smile, raising one eyebrow to taunt her.

Scully looked down and pursed her lips. Taking a deep breath in, she finally looked back up at him and answered, "Yes...please."

"Okay, so when I was at the precinct this morning questioning that perp, I started talking to this detective. He told me about a case that he was assigned to recently involving the rapes of several women in this park across town."

"Ahhh, so am I to assume that this is the park in question?"

"Can't get anything past you, can I, Scully?" Mulder said as he flashed a wicked grin.

"So, what's the case about?" she asked, unaffected by his adorable grin.

"Seven women...all raped here, in this very park. The rapes have occurred on July 29th every year for the last seven years in a row."

"Why didn't they tie the cases together before now?"

"Detective Wagenbach mentioned something about 'misplaced' evidence that 'accidentally' resurfaced recently. He wasn't terribly forthcoming with all the details."

"Well, those are some very odd coincidences, but I've got to ask: how is this an X-File?"

"How did I know you were going to ask that?"

"I'm predictable?"

Mulder couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Well, you see Scully, some of the evidence that was 'misplaced' included the DNA samples from the rape kits taken from each victim."

"Okay...and?"

"And, the DNA was finally processed...the results came in yesterday."

"Andddd?"

"Andddd...it's not human DNA."

"What do you mean it's not human DNA? What kind of DNA is it?"

"Unknown. It can't be matched to any identified DNA...neither plant nor animal."

"Don't you think we should be concentrating on the case at hand, though? We were supposed to get up early and go over to the Coroner's office."

"Scully! Don't you see how huge this could be?! You and I may be on the verge of discovering a new species!"

"Mulder, you're getting a little ahead of yourself, don't you think? There could have been a mix-up at the lab or the hospital might've made an error when the samples were taken. Not to mention, it's been seven years since the first sample was taken...."

"A mix-up with ALL seven samples? Seven errors at the hospital?"

"It's possible. And besides, why would a nonhuman, nonplant sub-species want to rape women once a year on July 29th? For what purpose? And where are these women that get raped? I wouldn't think there'd be too many women out running around a park in the middle of the night."

"Well, I guess we'll find out in a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours?"

"What's today's date, Scully?" he asked, without answering her question nor missing a beat.

Scully looked down at her watch. The hour hand had ticked past the one and the minute hand was on the four. The tiny little date box showed a 29. "It appears to now be the 29th of July."

"Exactly," he said, sipping his coffee. "Today's the day."

"Mulder, you really expect to sit out here all night and wait for some unidentified creature to rape someone in this park?"

"Well, if the past seven years in a row are any indication, then yeah, that's exactly what will happen."

"Mulder, I don't think...."

He cut her off, continuing with his own thoughts as usual. "The rapes didn't occur until after 2 a.m. each year."

"Then what are we doing here so early?!"

"To do some preliminary investigations, of course! C'mon, Scully, let's go check out the area before the 'monster' shows up," he said with a wink as he exited the car.

"Mulder!" she called after him, but it was too late. He'd already shut the door of the Toyota Camry they'd rented when they arrived in town, and was now moving swiftly across the dimly lit street, heading towards the equally as dim park. Scully had little choice but to follow.

She ran across the empty street, following him as he crouched down and headed towards the woodline. Scully hunched down too, following Mulder's example, and treaded as lightly as she could across the grass. It had rained recently, so her heels kept sinking into the mud. Nonetheless, like a trooper, she followed him towards the woods for a preliminary investigation she really didn't want to take part in. She doubted this was even an X-File, but she knew Mulder wouldn't be satisfied until he figured that out for himself.

Finally, she reached the woodline where Mulder was already down on his knees, looking through the brush with a flashlight. "Mulder! What do you think you're going to find?" she asked in a loud whisper.

"Probably nothing," he answered nonchalantly.

Scully looked around and let out a big sigh that could've almost been construed as a huff. Since she was already there, though, she figured she might as well do some investigating of her own. The faster she could disprove his theory, then the faster she'd be back at the hotel in a warm bed. "Do you know exactly where the rapes took place?"

"About one mile in on that trail there," he said, pointing to a place about two yards away where the woods parted and a trail had apparently been formed.

"I thought they took place here in this park!"

"They did...in the woods...about one mile in. There's supposedly a clearing with a large concrete slab in the center. All seven rapes occurred there."

"But what were seven women doing one mile into the woods at 2 a.m. every July 29th for the last seven years in a row?"

"That's what we're about to find out," Mulder answered as he got up off the ground, entered the trail, and headed into the woods. This time Scully did huff, but she knew she had to follow him. Even though she wasn't totally convinced this case was X-File material, she had to admit even she was a little curious at this point.

The agents trudged through the woods together led only by Mulder's small pocket flashlight. The woods were eerily quiet...there were no birds singing, no frogs croaking, no crickets chirping - nothing. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves under their feet as they walked along the trail.

Mulder walked swiftly...he was clearly a man on a mission. Scully, meanwhile, was less at ease. Not only did she find the walk a bit difficult given that her footwear kept sinking into the damp ground, but she kept looking over her shoulder. Of course there was nothing there that she could see, but she kept getting the sense that they were being followed. Both the playground area and the street where they'd parked had been completely vacant, though, so she knew that it wasn't likely someone was behind them. Still, she couldn't seem to shake her uneasiness. Finally, she had no choice but to dismiss it as the usual human anxiety of being in the woods in the middle of the night.

After a 45-minute hike along the trail, they arrived at the clearing that Mulder had read about in the reports. It was a huge circular clearing with a large, seemingly useless concrete slab in the center, just as all the women had described. On the opposite side of the circle from which they entered, there was a small area where trees parted and it appeared that the trail continued further into the woods. The trees above them also parted and had somehow been cleared of overgrowth...the moon shone brightly down upon the concrete, lighting up the entire area with a bluish glow.

"What do you think this is?" Scully whispered.

"It looks like some sort of ritual ground."

"A ritual that takes place every July 29th, perhaps?"

"Perhaps," Mulder answered as he circled the concrete slab looking for clues.

"Well, if that's the case, Mulder, then we should find somewhere to hide. The 'monster' should be here any minute...it's after 2 a.m."

"Just a minute, Scully," he said, bending down on one knee and shining his flashlight on a spot towards the bottom of the slab.

"Did you find something?" Scully asked as she crouched behind him to see what he was looking at.

Mulder's light shone on a few simple scratches in the concrete. There were four scratches with a line through them diagonally, then two more scratches that followed to the right. "What's that look like to you?"

"It looks like someone's keeping score."

"Seven years, seven rapes, seven scratches. I'd say someone or something is keeping a record."

She stood up and took a step back. "We really should step back into the woods before...."

Once again, Mulder cut Scully off. "Let's do a re-enactment first." He stood up and turned to face her. She could unfortunately tell that he was serious.

"A what?!"

"Let's figure out what happened exactly. The women said they were forced to lay face down with their backs to the trail, but they didn't see what forced them. So, lay down on the concrete with your back to the trail and let's go through the scenarios that the women described."

"It could be here any minute! You want to use me as bait?!"

Mulder took a step towards her and rubbed her forearm gently. "Dana, you know I'd never let anything happen to you," he said in a soft, soothing voice. She did at least know that much to be true.

She walked back around towards the trailside of the slab and looked at Mulder, who simply smiled at her for encouragement. Reluctantly, she took off her overcoat and laid it out on the concrete slab beneath her. "I can't believe I let you talk me into things like this," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I thank you in the name of the X-Files...the F.B.I. thanks you, too."

"Uh-huh," she said as she hiked her skirt up a bit and bent herself over the slab. Even though it was unwarranted, she suddenly felt vulnerable...not a feeling she was used to.

Mulder then walked around behind her. "Ok, so the women were forced down onto the slab just like you are now...so where would the monster have come from? I would think it would've entered the clearing from behind them. If it had come from the front of the trail, the women could've seen it coming towards them."

"Did any of the women see who or what raped them?" she asked, still bent over the slab.

"Uh, not exactly," he answered hesitantly. Scully knew then, though, that he was not giving her all the details of the case. He continued on before she could question him further, though. "Here's the thing...the women were forced down and unable to get up before the 'monster' even entered the clearing."

Scully, already having had enough of this ridiculous exercise, tried to stand back up. She was shocked to realize that she couldn't move. It felt as though an invisible force was holding all her appendages in place. "Mulder!" she screamed. "I can't move!"

"What do you mean you can't--" Mulder, who was just a few feet behind her, stopped in mid-sentence.

"Mulder! Are you there?! Mulder!"

He didn't answer. Seconds passed.

"Mulder! Answer me!"

Out of nowhere, she felt hands on her thighs. Her skirt was being lifted up. Panic rose in her chest. Her heart was pounding.

"Mulder?! Is that you?!"

The next thing she knew, she felt the weight of a man pressing against her entire body. "It's me, Dana...I'm right here with you," was whispered into her ear. She stopped struggling. She knew the voice was Mulder's, but there was something about it that was quite distinctively NOT Mulder. Something was definitely going on here. She didn't have time to ponder it, though, as she felt him rise off of her and continue to hike her skirt up. She flinched as her bare ass was exposed to the cool night air.

"Mmmm, no panties. I didn't figure you for the pantiless type."

The voice was sounding less and less like Mulder. The words definitely weren't his own, Scully realized.

"What are you doing?!"

"Are you comfy, Dana? I want you to be comfy...." The voice had now changed...become much lower and more gruff. Now she was POSITIVE it was not Mulder behind her.

"Mulder! Where are you? Mulder!"

"Shhhhh...."

Suddenly, Scully could feel his hands roughly grab her ass cheeks. She froze.

"Damn, you have the best ass. I don't tell you that often enough, but you do."

She didn't say a word.

Without warning, he roughly grabbed her hips, jerking her entire frame back towards him. Scully felt as though she were free once again momentarily and thought maybe she could escape his grasp. However, when she tried to move her arms and legs, she realized she was once again immobilized.

"Let GO of me!" she demanded.

"C'mon, Scully, you know you've been wanting this again...." He lightly smacked her ass. Scully flinched. "God, I love that sound."

Swiftly, he then reached down and ran two fingers along her slit. "Mmmmm, so wet, so warm. I bet you're tight, too, aren't you? You haven't had sex with anyone since William was born, have you?"

"How do you know about my son?!" Scully cried furiously.

"Dana, I know everything there is to know about you...we've been partners for years."

"You're NOT Mulder!"

"Shhhh," was all he said, dismissing her claim. Instead of answering her, he began to probe his fingers deeper into her folds. "Oh yeahhh...I love how wet you get for me, Dana. When you're alone in bed at night, do you rub this sweet little pussy and think of me? Hmmm?"

Scully didn't say another word.

Finally, he shoved two fingers up inside her roughly. She winced. "Oh my...you ARE tight...and so wet."

He moved his fingers in and out of her slowly, methodically. She just laid there, resigned to her fate.

"Mmmmm, I think you're ready for some deeper probing, Dana...."

She could hear his belt buckle jingle behind her. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, knowing what was about to happen.

Before she finished that thought, she felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. He sighed loudly as he ran his harder than hard dick up and down the length of her cunt. Her juices coated the tip. Finally, he pressed his cock against her pussy and slowly began to push his way inside. "My god...I've fucked virgins looser than this!"

Ever so slowly, he pushed his cock further and further inside her until he was buried balls deep in her cunt. He then laid down atop her and whispered in her ear. "Haven't you missed my cock in your sweet cunt? Haven't you longed to fuck me the way I've longed to fuck you again?"

Scully didn't answer.

"Dana...." he whispered in her ear. Again, he sounded more like Mulder. She turned her head to the side and caught a glimpse of him. It looked like Mulder. Whatever was doing this had apparently taken over his body, she summized.

"I could sit here all night and just enjoy the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing my cock...I've never felt anything better." He leaned in and kissed her neck lightly. She jerked her head away from him. "Where was that spot? Oh yeah, right here," he said as he leaned in further and nibbled a spot towards the back of her neck, just below her ear. Scully let out a loud, involuntary moan. "Mmmmm," he said, "I guess I DID remember correctly."

He continued to suck her neck and, at the same time, began moving his hips in circles. Scully allowed another moan to escape her lips...this one slightly more voluntary. Mulder knew that move drove her insane the night William was conceived. Scully couldn't help but wonder if this really was Mulder. He felt just like Mulder and sounded like Mulder at times...he certainly knew just what she liked the way Mulder had that one precious night. She could hardly stop herself from getting into this encounter a bit. Almost without meaning to, she started to push her hips back against him.

"That's it, Dana, give yourself to me...." he moaned against her ear. He sat up a bit, placing his hands on the concrete slab on each side of her to gain leverage. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her, then SLAMMED it back inside of her. She cried out, but he ignored it. He began fucking her hard, fast. Riding her. Ramming himself all the way inside her, then pulling his cock almost all the way out before ramming back in. He was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before. Giving it to her like a man possessed.

Several minutes of unabashed sex felt like hours to a mostly chaste Scully. She was almost thankful when he suddenly stopped brutally fucking her and collapsed on top of her. With all his body weight resting on her back, he reached beneath her, shoved is hand into her blouse, past her bra, and pinched her nipple roughly...another move Mulder himself knew drove her mad. Scully cried out, "Yesssssss!" before she could stop herself.

"I love it when you need this as much as I do, Dana...I love to hear your slutty little moans...."

He pinched her nipple harder.

"You need to cum, don't you?"

She let out a moan.

"Tell me, Dana...tell me you need me to make you cum...."

"Please...."

"Say it...say it out loud...."

"I need to cum," she whispered.

"You need WHOM to make you cum?"

"You, Mulder...I need you...."

Without hesitation, he reached down and found her clit. Immediately, his fingers started rubbing over her hardening little nub in fast, wide circles. He never stopped pinching her nipple. He then began to circle his hips, letting his hard dick roll around inside her soft, wetter than wet pussy. She started moaning...louder and louder...overcome with all her favorite sexual pleasures. Her hips involuntarily began bucking forward against his hand. He grabbed her entire right tit and pulled her back against him. His hips started slamming into hers.

"That's it, Dana, that's it...."

Her entire being was flooded with sensations...pain, confusion...and she was close to orgasm. For once, she couldn't analyze the situation. She couldn't be a scientist right now. She couldn't be a doctor right now. The only thing she could do was cum on his cock.

Scully's whole body started convulsing as her orgasm hit her. He could feel her juices rush out of her and coat both his fingers and his cock before starting to drip down her leg. This only made him fuck her harder. He once again sat up. To her surprise, he reached around her and ripped her entire shirt open, then pulled her breasts over the top of her bra, grabbing them viciously as he began slamming his cock into her juicy pussy. He pulled her back as far as he could...her arms, still restrained, felt like they were going to pop out of her shoulder sockets. He boorishly pistoned into her over and over again until his own cum spurt from his balls, down his shaft, and into Dana...mixing with her own juices inside her.

Abruptly, he pulled his cock from within her. She'd never felt so empty in all her life. She heard a thud behind her as though he'd fallen to the ground. Realizing her ordeal was over, she let out a loud sigh. She decided to attempt to pull herself up, thinking that it would be in vain. She was elated to discover that she was indeed free from her restraints. She stood up straight and tried to put herself back together again, rebuttoning her shirt as best she could and pulling the hem of her skirt down to where it belonged.