TITLE:  Troika I: The Beginning
AUTHOR: SubRosa (subrosa31@yahoo.com) 
RATING: Hard NC-17 for graphic consensual sex and language.
CATEGORY: SR
KEYWORDS: MSR, Mulder/Scully, Scully/Krycek
SPOILERS: implied Never Again.
DEDICATION: To the denizens of MSKipperville. 
DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, 
     Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century Fox Broadcasting,
     and to the actors who portray them.  They are being used 
     without permission, and no profit is being made. 
DISTRIBUTION:  Okay to archive, but please let me know.
SUMMARY: Krycek is introduced to a new side of Mulder and 
     Scully's relationship.
THANKS:  are owed to Satina, who gave some very helpful comments
     on an earlier draft of this fic.
FEEDBACK: If you're willing to admit to reading this smut, feel
     free to feedback me at subrosa31@yahoo.com.
  


NEEDLESSLY PROLIX AUTHOR'S NOTES

This story was first posted to a few sites and lists several months
ago; I recently decided to see how it plays in general circulation. 
It's probably the smuttiest thing I've ever written, and that's
saying something.  Please indulge me by reading my ramblings before
you get to the fic itself. 

There is a backstory to this fic.  I'm working on a series called "A
Gift of Silk," which involves Mulder and Scully in a D/s
relationship.  I take that series very seriously, trying to keep it
both in character and reasonably consistent with BDSM safety,
psychology, etc.  Since I lack personal experience with the subject
(my penname comes from the Latin phrase "sub rosa," an idiom for "in
secrecy,"), I've been spending some time in web research, and found a
number of sites that gave an amazing range of information about all
sorts of elements of BDSM practice.  When I sit down to brainstorm
ideas for the "Gift of Silk" series, I find a lot of things burbling
out of my imagination which come from that research but seem too wild
or out-of-character for the GoS series.

Rather than waste good smut, I decided to dump them into this
threesome series.  There are only token efforts at characterization.
(Oddly, I can imagine Mulder and Scully getting into bed with Krycek,
but I couldn't give him his arm back.  Poor guy.)  The BDSM is pretty
hardcore (well, I think it's hardcore; there's harder stuff out on
the web) and not necessarily accurate.  In short, this is smut with
no redeeming value.  I'm just trying to get the wilder ideas out of
my head so I can work on my other fic.

There are going to be some small overlaps between this series and the
GoS stories--a single line that I really like, for example, or
eventually I may use the two series to take the same idea in
different directions.  Assuming, of course, that there's sufficient
interest to continue both series. ;-)  Anyway, if you see me
plagiarizing myself from one story to another, that's what's going
on.  

Further disclaimer: this story depicts graphic, loving, consensual,
but somewhat kinky sex.  Please do not read if you are under 17 or if
this may offend you.

End ramblings.  Have at it!

********************



The cool air of the apartment on my naked body is making me shiver,
but I can't pull up a blanket.  I'm blindfolded with my hands cuffed
to the headboard of the bed, listening for some hint of what my
Master has planned for me.  He's never left me alone like this
before.

I start at the sound of the door opening.  Even though I strain my
ears, no footsteps are audible on the carpeted floor.  My head turns
uselessly on the pillow, searching for some clue as to where he is
and why he has left me like this.

Hot breath teases my exposed cunt, making me yelp.  It's followed by
a light licking on my throbbing flesh.  I sigh in relief, squirming
into the sensation.  It feels odd, not like his usual touch, but I'm
too worked up to care.  I arch upward, silently pleading for more
contact.  His slow caresses grow firmer.  When he doesn't rebuke me
for moving without permission, I let my hips undulate in time with
his strokes.  This new technique won't bring the orgasm he has denied
me so far, but the gentle stimulation is sending waves of lassitude
through my body.  I relax for the first time since he blindfolded me,
sinking into the pleasure. 

I'm moaning contentedly when the blindfold is suddenly whipped away. 
Turning my head in confusion, I see my Master standing next to
me--but the licking hasn't stopped.  I look down to see a head with
sable hair between my legs.  I jerk involuntarily.  The head lifts
and green eyes glint wickedly as he laps delicately at my clit. 
Shock and arousal pulse through me.

Master whispers softly to me, words for my ears only.  "I'm going to
let him have you tonight, Pet."  

Hands below, gloved in leather, force my legs wider open.  My vagina
clenches in excitement.  The mouth moves all over me, eating me,
exploring me thoroughly.  I writhe at the shame at falling apart
under his touch, his of all people.

"Isn't that your dirty little secret?  He's always fascinated you. 
You wanted him to snatch you away, tie you down, make you helpless. 
You wanted those strong, ruthless hands on you, taking whatever he
desired.  You wanted to come just from the thrill of knowing he was
using you.  Your worst enemy--but he'd make you scream and beg for
more."

My clit is pulsing and twitching under his tongue, stealing away my
thoughts.  I whimper in confusion.  "Oh, no...."

"Oh, yes, Pet.  You'd put up a fight, but you want him to make you
his slut."

I'm quivering helplessly, my mind stumbling over his words. 
Something isn't right.  Krycek is helping us now.  He isn't that
feared, ruthless killer who oozed sex appeal in spite of the
danger--or because of it.  But the danger and the appeal are still
there.  Joining us hasn't tamed him.  The tight grip on my thighs
doesn't feel tender.  It feels strong, commanding.  It makes me ache
for more.
 
Suddenly a hand leaves my leg and I squeal as two fingers push into
me, making wet squelching noises.  I squirm on the invading presence
as I picture the black leather, so cool and impersonal, parting my
pink, wet folds.  My legs close in resistance and confusion, but the
movement is futile.  The fingers press deeper, thick, unyielding, and
possessive.

I agreed to this, I know.  I admitted I wanted it.  Mulder forced the
secret from me with teasing kisses and sweet, stinging blows, but I
agreed to this later, when I was dressed in my suit and sharing a
meal with him as his equal, not his naked, kneeling slave.  The
memory is dim and hazy now, but that doesn't matter.  He's here and
my Master wants it.  That's all the reason I need to accept it.

I relax my body and open my legs again.  A gasp comes from below even
as my Master whispers the praise that is sweeter to me than orgasm.

The teasing mouth withdraws and Alex climbs over me, resting his
powerful clothed body on my small naked one.  I love the domination
inherent in the gesture.  He kisses me hard on the lips, his tongue
fucking my mouth in a promise of what will come later.  My hips rock
and he thrusts down, pushing his cock into the juncture of my thighs.
 I try to rub myself to climax on the hard ridge, but he lifts his
hips away as soon as he realizes my intent.

A soft, dark whisper in my ear.  "That's naughty, Dana.  Behave
yourself."

Smirking at my whimper, he rains kisses over my body.  They start on
my hands, above the cuffs that hold them to the headboard.  He moves
down my stretched arms and nuzzles the soft, sensitive skin of my
armpits.  Next his head drifts over my collarbone, and I shriek in
delight as he attacks my breasts roughly with his teeth.  He pulls
each aching peak into his mouth by turns, releasing them when I
squirm happily.  Teasing kisses run over my belly, across the crest
of my hip, and travel down one leg and up the other.  A quick probe
at my clit, and he pulls back.

Undressing is a slow and laborious process for him, but he's too
proud to ask for help or turn away.  I watch him uncover his
beautiful, scarred flesh.  Master, seated at the head of the bed,
leans over and flicks my nipples to keep me hot during the delay.

Finally Alex kneels before me, inhaling deeply.  He looks up and
smiles, now speaking in a raspy voice.

"Your clit is so swollen that it looks like a ripe little cherry."

His tongue flicks it hard and I howl.

His eyes glint at me again.  "Spread your legs wider, Dana.  Spread
for me, and I'll give you what you want."

I part my legs further, until my sex feels completely open and
vulnerable.  A gush of moisture dampens my labia as my body, trained
to respond to helplessness with arousal, reacts to my exposed
position.

Master chuckles.  "She's a shameless little thing."

Alex growls in his throat and finally lowers his mouth to my aching
flesh.  I quiver as he teases every inch of my sex.  He tongues the
bare skin and rubs his nose over the narrow triangle of hair that I'm
permitted to keep.  He licks between my anus and vagina and probes
into that dripping opening before his tongue makes a long, slow pass
between my labia.  Then comes a firm, sure stroke on my clit.  My
hips buck up.  He gives me another and another, just the way I like
it, before his mouth wanders again.

His tongue takes over my body effortlessly.  My hips rock up against
his face, seeking more attention, as my heavy head rolls from side to
side on the pillow. 

A cool hand cups my jaw, holding my face still.  Master fixes me with
his gaze.  I know that look: it's the one he wears when he watches me
pleasure myself at his command.  He loves to see me wild and out of
control.  Now he observes with detached approval as I writhe
mindlessly under Alex's tongue.  

Dimly, I hear him say, "She's ready now."

Fire rushes through me as Alex concentrates all his attention on my
clit, stroking it fast and hard.  Frantic moans rise in my throat and
my hips jerk wildly against his mouth.  The need spirals impossibly
high, swelling and building until I finally throw my head back and
come.

"Eyes open!"  

Master's order cuts through the orgasmic haze.  I force my eyes open
just as Alex rams his cock into me and I scream, convulsing around
him.  He holds me pinned to the bed, stretched and filled by his
cock, until the spasms fade away.

Only then does he start to move, pulling his thick cock almost
entirely out of my body before thrusting home hard.  He fucks me
slowly, piercing me with his gaze as well as his cock.  I fall into
his eyes.  

Very gradually his speed builds, stoking the fire in me anew.  I
watch him as he pounds harder and harder, losing himself in the
sensation.  When he begins to moan I squirm in delight, so proud that
he takes pleasure in using my body.  He's beautiful like this, with a
soft sheen of sweat on his skin and his hair clinging damply to his
forehead.  The contained power in his body is even more exciting than
in my fantasies.

He's getting closer now.  He growls, lowering his head as I wrap my
legs around his waist and meet his thrusts.  His panting breaths are
hot against my temple.  I'm gasping, straining against him, when
Master's hand slides between us to work my clit.  I come again,
shaking uncontrollably, and Alex empties himself into me with a
stifled shout.

When his body relaxes he kisses my forehead lightly and rolls over
next to me, catching his breath.  I look to my Master for approval
and am rewarded by his smile.  I lie back against the pillows,
basking in his approval and Alex's contentment.

After a few moments Master releases me from my bonds and lets me
clean up as usual.  Alex looks startled when I gently wash his
genitals, placing a light kiss on his shaft when I'm done, but says
nothing.  

"Refreshments, Pet."

I scamper out of the room and mix the soda water and fruit juice that
we drink instead of alcohol during playtime.  When I return with a
tray carrying three glasses, Alex is sitting up again, leaning
against the footboard of our large bed.  Master lounges against the
headboard, facing him.  I offer the drinks to our guest first,
kneeling gracefully before him.
 
His eyes widen as he takes his glass.  "That may be the strangest
sight of the evening."

My Master chuckles as he takes his own drink.  "She knows her place."
 Lifting the third glass as well, he tells me, "Set the tray over by
the door, and then you may join us."

As I bend over to put down the tray, I hear Alex gasp.  "You beat
her."

"Hmm?  Yeah, I did.  She's well-trained, but this is a big 
step--she's never had to service anyone else before.  A little
discipline beforehand puts her in the right frame of mind."  

He let me suck him off first, then beat me until I went limp. 
Afterwards he bound me to the bed and left me wet and unsatisfied for
Alex to find.  

Conscious of the red marks on my behind, I complete my task as Master
finishes speaking.  "That's very personal, so I did it before you
arrived.  She's fine. Don’t worry, Alex, I know how to handle my
slave."

I return to bed and kneel on floor next to him, even though his order
suggested I could join them.  I feel soft and weak, and I want to
receive a command just so I can obey it.  Anything.  I want Alex to
see how completely Mulder owns me.  My debasement is a sign of our
perfect, unbreakable bond.  Nothing can come between us--not even
him.

Master looks down at me, reading my thoughts.  "You may come up here,
Pet."  He holds out his arm and I climb onto the bed and curl up
against his body.

Alex is watching me, fascinated.  "How long have you two been doing
this?"

I snuggle in closer to Master's warmth as they discuss me as if I
weren't even there, emphasizing my subordinate position.

"Several years now.  Ever since she ran away from me and endangered
herself by indulging her wild side with the wrong person.  I had to
take her in hand after that, didn't I, Pet?"

I glow at being addressed directly.  "Yes, Master."

"I had to punish her for misbehaving, and she took some time to train
properly, but she's much happier now."  He runs his hand down my
flank.  

The memory of those days still makes me shiver.  I agreed to accept
his mastery, recognizing that I needed it but not fully aware of what
it would entail.  When I was pronounced fully recovered from my trip
to Philadelphia, he took a two-week vacation for both of us and
rented a cabin where we would be undisturbed during my initiation. 
He didn't tell me any details about what he had planned; he merely
appeared at my apartment and told me he was going to give me the
discipline and control that I had been seeking all my adult life.  

"Think about this carefully before you agree," he told me.  "This
isn't going to be a game.  I'm going to give you exactly what you
need, Dana, and that is a firm hand.  I will not permit you to change
your mind later."

I stared up at him, stunned.  He was leaning over me, speaking in a
low, commanding voice that I had never heard from him before.  I'd
always been attracted to him, but now his appeal was almost
irresistible.  I wanted to tear his clothes off and devour him; I
wanted to strip naked and go down on all fours for him, arching my
back like a cat in heat.  I wanted...I wanted him to punish me for
running off, make me grovel for forgiveness, and swear that he'd
never let me do it again.

"Yes or no, Dana," he told me.  "Pick one, and be prepared to live
with it."

I almost cried in relief.  "Yes."

His face lit up in triumph.  I parted my lips invitingly, hoping he'd
seal our pact with a kiss, but decisions were no longer mine to make.

"We're leaving immediately," he informed me.  "Call your mother and
tell her you'll be gone for a week, and then come get in the car. 
Don't bring anything--I have everything you'll need."

And he whisked me away.  Everything changed when the cabin door
closed behind us.  The transformation in his demeanor was no more
startling than in mine when, at his orders, I stripped, knelt on the
floor before him, and begged him to possess me.  He pushed me forward
onto my hands and knees, knelt behind me, and began to spank me.  He
only struck me with his hand that first time, but the blows were hard
and unforgiving.  Soon I was sobbing in pain and humiliation,
becoming more and more aroused with each blow.  

He didn't stop until I was writhing in abject need.  Silently
watching me quiver, he slowly dragged his fingers through my wetness.
 Then, without warning or permission, he rammed his thick cock into
my aching cunt.  As soon as he was fully inside me, he simultaneously
slapped my burning ass and pinched my clit.  I came, crying out in
surprise as much as pleasure.  

Then he began fucking me almost violently.  I wobbled under his hard
thrusts, my mind reeling with surreal sensation of Mulder taking me
like this.  Our first joining was one of not love or comfort, but
possession and domination.  He was screwing me on my hands and knees
on the floor of some anonymous cabin, branding me as his own.  

I climaxed again just from the thought--I, who had never come from
intercourse in my life.  That's when I realized I was born to be
mastered by him, craved it from the depths of my soul.
 
That week is now a blur in my memory, an undifferentiated mixture of
pain and pleasure as he beat me and fucked me, made me beg for more,
and did it again.  He kept me naked the entire time, of course.  I
spent hours on the floor, my ass raised for his punishment.  He hit
me with his hand, with a paddle, with a riding whip that made me
scream in pain even as it excited me unbearably.  And he fucked
me--with his cock, his fingers, with dildos and vibrators.  He taught
my mouth to crave sexual penetration and fucked my ass until I could
come from that as easily as vaginal intercourse.  Soon my body felt
deliciously open in his presence, always vulnerable to penetration.  

The days were frightening and inexpressibly erotic. Rather than
resenting him, I clung to him for comfort after his punishments.  He
was the only constant in the uncertain world he forced me to live in.
 

At the end of the first week, he had tamed me.  If he had announced
that he intended to scar me with his discipline, ordered me to expose
myself in public, or brought in another man for me to service, I
would have done it without question.  I walked out of that cabin a
different person, and never looked back.

It felt strange to put my clothes on for the trip home, but Mulder
wanted me for his lover and partner as well as his slave, so we spent
the next week adjusting and preparing to return to work.  Gradually,
I learned to separate the different roles in my life.  There were
some rough spots for a while, but after a couple months we had our
routine down flawlessly.  We were partners at work, consummate
professionals.  Once the clock stopped we were friends and lovers who
went out to dinner, did laundry, made romantic love, and even had
lovers' spats.  But the unspoken agreement was that at any time we
were not in the office, he could pull out the collar and I would
become his Pet.

Then Krycek returned to our lives, allying with us once again. 
Mulder dealt with him initially, but we soon came to meet regularly
with him together.  My old fascination for him returned.  

One day, the door had barely closed behind Alex when Mulder slipped
up behind me.  "I saw you looking at him," he murmured as he clasped
my collar around my neck and began stroking me teasingly.  "I know
that you want him."

I moaned, letting him move me like a doll as he took me through the
transformation from Scully to Pet.

"And I think he wants you too," he whispered as he stripped off the
last of my clothes.  "Perhaps I should call him back and give him a
reward for all his help.  I bet he'd like to see you on your knees
servicing him.  Imagine that, Pet."
 
I closed my eyes and thought of myself, nude and shining with sweat,
sucking Alex's cock while Master watched and directed.  He tweaked my
nipple hard and I shattered in climax.

He pounced on my reaction.  That night he forced every fantasy I'd
ever had about Alex from me.  His eyes glowed feverishly as I
described dreams of being helpless, imprisoned and seduced by our
former enemy.  Both of us became more excited with each secret he
made me reveal.  Master was unusually rough, almost violent, and my
body automatically responded with raging desire.  I ran wet as a
river when he made me beg for his cock and sobbed in relief when he
drove it into me.  Even then he wouldn't let me come, instead teasing
me until I was nearly hysterical with frustrated desire.  

"Tell me who I am, Pet," he whispered into my ear as his fingers
plucked at my clit.  "Who's fucking you?"

"Master," I groaned, tears running down my cheeks.

"Who?"

"Master!  My Master.  Oh, please..."

"One more time, Pet."

I was squirming uncontrollably.  "Master!  MASTER!  OH!"  I screamed
as he finally gave me satisfaction, shuddered through the climax, and
wailed in surprise when his knowing fingers forced my tired body to
come again.

When he finally finished with me I knelt at his feet, the position
sending an automatic thrill through my sated, well-used body.  "I
love you, Master.  Nothing can change that."

For the first time that evening there was tenderness in his face as
he looked down at me.  "I know you do, Pet.  I love you too.  But you
want him, don't you?"

My voice quavered.  "If my Master wishes."

He lifted me up and carried me to bed.  In deference to my fatigue he
took over my normal task of cleaning up, gently bathing my wet, sore
sex.  Only after he'd climbed in next to me and turned out the light
did he speak again.

"We'll talk about this later, then.  Because I think I want him too."

I emerge from the memories to find Mulder and Alex still discussing
my training.  "She isn't the same person," Alex is saying.

"She is and she isn't.  This is an escape of sorts for her.  Scully
tries so hard to be so many things--to me, to the Bureau, to her
family, to herself. It's exhausting, and sometimes she needs to let
go.  She doesn't have to worry about any of that right now.  The only
thing she has to think about is pleasing me.  Her world is
exquisitely simple.  And, I might add, intensely pleasurable, right,
Pet?"

"Yes, Master."

"It doesn't change who she is the rest of the time.  You understand
that, right?"  

Alex's voice is thoughtful.  "Yeah, I think so."

My sex swells and drips as they discuss me so casually.  I wait
patiently for them to finish--I've been taught patience, and learned
it well.  Even though it isn't apparent, Master hasn't forgotten me. 
He never does.  One hand roams over me as they talk, toying with my
sex.  I bite my lip to stifle my moans, lest their conversation be
interrupted.

"I assume all her orders come from you tonight?"  Alex asks.

"That's right.  She didn't agree in advance to you commanding her,
and she can't make decisions in this state.  If this goes well we'll
discuss it later, but I can't promise anything."

I'm not sure what I want.  I never imagined yielding to anyone but
Mulder.  But I liked Alex's hard body slamming into mine, liked his
voice.  I like to imagine it ordering me, commanding me, putting me
on display while Master watches.

Mulder chuckles indulgently.  "She might not be adverse to the idea."
 His voice changes, becoming more businesslike.  "Would you like
anything else?"

When Alex declines, I remove the glasses, setting them with the tray
by the door.  Master whispers a command in my ear when I return. 
Pulse racing, I climb back onto the bed and begin stroking his
semi-erect cock, intent on bringing him to full erection.  My back is
to Alex, but I'm still aware of him.  I want to show him my complete
dedication to Mulder.

"Alex, there's something else we need to be clear on.  Dana and I--we
have a relationship beyond this one.  Most of the time, off-hours,
we're just lovers, and that's just the two of us.  We can't bring
someone else in at those times."

His voice remains cool even as I work him.  His composure excites me.
 There was a time when I could maintain control under a lover's
hands, but Master considered it inappropriate in a slave and trained
it out of me.  He honed my lust to an all-consuming force that washes
away thought and steals my breath until it is satisfied.

"I don't say this to hurt you or exclude you, but it's true.  We
didn't want to mislead you on that."

"I understand," Alex murmurs.

Master's cock is hot and throbbing under my hands now.  I lean
forward and take it into my mouth.  Going down on my hands and knees,
I lift my ass and part my legs, hoping that Alex can see how flushed
and ready my vulva is.  He inhales sharply.

Master strokes my cheek.  "That's enough, Pet."  

I stop.  His next whispered instructions make my insides melt.  He
smirks at my reaction as he pulls open the nightstand drawer.
 
"You may choose."

The drawer contains some of our collection of vibrators.  I choose
the heavy, rechargeable massager, which gives off the most powerful
vibrations of all our toys.  Its sole purpose is to drive me wild, to
the point where thought, will, and even my Master's voice and
commands are lost to the overwhelming pleasure.  I want him to do
that to me now, while Alex watches.  

Mulder smiles, knowing why I selected that toy.  At his nod I turn
and straddle him as if I'm about to sit in his lap.  As I lower
myself, he guides his cock to my waiting opening.  I slide down
slowly, savoring the sensation, until he finally grabs my hips and
thrusts upward, filling me to the hilt.  He wasn't impatient--he
loves a slow tease even more than I do.  He just wanted to show me
who is in charge.

He touches the vibrator lightly to my clit, the signal to begin
moving.  I start to rock on him gently as he sends a soft, pleasant
tickle through my pelvis.  I fondle my breasts, humming in
anticipation.  He lets me ride him lazily for a few moments.  

My hips jerk in surprise as the vibrations suddenly become more
powerful.  Master's cock twitches within me as if in response. 
Moving more quickly, I find my rhythm again without conscious
thought.  The tension builds, spreading through my belly as I pump
harder.

I sigh happily.  I love this; it's so easy.  My body will react
instinctively to the dictates of the toy, requiring no thought or
effort from me.  I look down at myself undulating against the round
white head of the vibrator.  As I watch, the vibrations increase
again and my hips rock faster in mindless response.

Master's hand catches in my hair, pulling my face up and holding it
so I'm looking toward Alex.  He is hard again, stroking himself as he
watches us together, watches Master stimulate me for his
entertainment even while he takes his own pleasure.

The sensations suddenly become exponentially more powerful as Master
turns the toy to its highest speed.  I go wild.  Choked moans erupt
from my throat as my body clenches against the pounding vibrations. 
My nipples go tight, my clit pulses frantically, and I thrash
helplessly, impaled on Master's cock, my head held fast by the
implacable hand in my hair.  Alex's face is stunned, his hand moving
faster, but then my vision blurs and the orgasm hammers through me,
obliterating all thought.

When I come back to myself, I'm on my hands and knees.  Master is
still hard within me, fucking me from behind, his fingers digging
into my hips.  But now Alex is gripping the back of my head as I suck
automatically at his cock.  I stroke him eagerly with my tongue,
learning his shape and taste, different from Master's but still so
masculine.  I imagine how slutty I look as my body rocks shamelessly
between their hard thrusts.  My sex squeezes around Mulder's cock in
delight, forcing a grunt from him.

The vibrator touches my clit again.  I gasp in surprise.  It's on a
very low speed, keeping my body just lightly buzzing as they use me
together, but its smooth hum reminds me that I can be brought to
orgasm in seconds if they wish.  My mind can't grasp all the
sensations--the thick, welcome fullness in my sex, the slight ache in
my jaw, and now again the tingle in my clit, offering the pleasure
that Mulder used to enslave me.

Soon I'm moaning constantly around Alex's cock as Master pounds into
my cunt.  Alex likes the sensation--I can hear him grunting and
cursing above me as he fucks my face faster and faster.  Finally he
comes, gushing bitter fluid into my captive mouth.  Master buries
himself to the hilt and stops as I swallow rapidly, still quivering
on the toy.

When Alex pulls away, the pounding vibrations assault my clit again
and the bliss takes me.  I wriggle gracelessly on Master's cock,
moaning gutturally, climaxing because he wants me to.  I feel him
explode within me as everything goes black.

When I come to I'm lying on my side, spooned against Master.  Alex is
lying in front of me, watching me intently.  He smiles beautifully
and touches my cheek.

"That was wonderful." His eyes flick behind me as he addresses
Mulder.  "Thank you."

Master chuckles.  "Oh, it was our pleasure, wasn't it, Pet?"

I murmur an affirmative, but Alex isn't looking at me.  He's
communicating something silently with Mulder.  Too tired to figure
out what, I close my eyes and doze off.

I wake up sometime later to hear the bedroom door close softly.  Alex
is gone.

"Master?"

He strokes my hair.  "He just needed to pull back for a while.  You
did very well, Pet.  I think we'll be seeing him again."

Wrapped in his warm approval, I drift back to sleep, dreaming of
burning, emerald-green eyes.



END

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