Date: 16 Jul 1999 00:54:38 GMT Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Title: SANDSTORM (1/4) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Archive: Sure if anyone wants too, it's ok with me. Spoilers: Season 6 right up to Biogenesis. Keywords: Adventure, MSR maybe? Alternate Universe Rating: R yeah right from me? NC-17 baby! Disclaimer: CC, Fox and assorted others own these characters. In other words I don't...sigh. Summery: An accident causes Mulder and Scully to end up in a very strange place and time. Set between Field Trip and Biogenesis. Authors Notes: I had this little ditty rolling around in my demented little brain and just had to inflict it on everyone. Come visit my other fanfic at www.angelfire.com/pa2/aprilakaMsAM oh yeah, feedback please! This story is told from POV at some parts. PROLOGUE: Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were sitting side by side on the flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Dana Scully was scanning over the file her partner Fox Mulder had handed to her as they finally settled into their seats. She had been taken by surprise when he called asking her to accompany him to a small village outside of Tunisia. Mulder explained to her that he had received a message that the missing Diana Fowley could be found there and if he wanted answers to his questions he needed to proceed there immediately. Normally Mulder would have just hopped the first plane and left, but even though Diana was still a sore spot with Scully he knew he couldn't exclude her. Therefore Scully was looking over all the information Mulder had compiled on the village and it's customs, it didn't surprise her that women were little more than objects, unfortunately many middle eastern countries still viewed women with no more value than their ability to bear children. They had been on the flight for just a little over an hour and Mulder had fallen asleep almost the moment the plane lifted into the air. Scully shut the file with a sigh before reclining the seat slightly and closing her eyes dropping off into a light sleep. Scully moaned softly when she felt the almost forgotten sensation of lips and warm breath cascading across her neck. She could hear and feel the gasp, opening her eyes slowly she was aware of Mulder's head against her neck, he pulled away from her unable to look her in the eyes, his hands gripping the arms of the seat tightly. "It's ok, Mulder," she softly responded to his distress. Seeing sweat beading on his forehead she gently touched him, checking for fever. Mulder jumped up and away from her like he'd been burned, quickly walking towards the restrooms, but not before Scully noticed the real cause of his agitation. Although he covered it well she couldn't help, but notice the rather obvious bulge in Mulder's trousers. She couldn't help smiling to herself thinking about how Mulder was coping with his problem this very minute. Mulder splashed some cold water on his face before heading back to his seat the coolness helping him to rein in his hormones brought on during sleep, dreaming of Scully. Feeling much more in control of himself he opened the door and started back the aisle. Halfway back he saw Scully smiling at him. she knows, he thought and could feel his face redden. As he stood ready to sit a sudden lurch of the plane caused him to lose his balance he braced his hands on the first thing he came into contact with...Scully's breasts. "Mulder? What are you doing?" She asked prompting him to let go, but not before the naughty demon inside of him managed to squeeze the soft mounds and elicit a hiss from his partner. It was only seconds before the warning came over the intercom. "Attention passengers we are experiencing engine trouble and will have to make an emergency landing..." The next few minutes passed so quickly recollections would be hazy at best, passengers donned the life jackets, the oxygen masks descended from their compartments. An elderly couple kissed, a young couple caressed their unborn baby together, mothers held their children tightly, some prayed and some cursed. Mulder grabbed Scully's hand in his bringing it up to his lips pressing a soft kiss upon her flesh before placing her palm over his heart. Hoping she understood the gesture, but at that moment he needed to tell her in words. "Scully, I..." She silenced him with her other hand her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his lips, gently shaking her head, no, words aren't necessary, only this. The plane shuddered violently as it picked up speed descending towards the water of the Atlantic. The low rumble of the engines became louder and louder as the plane began to tilt and roll. The passengers began screaming as they hit the water. The impact was so sudden Mulder barely had time to through his body over Scully before everything went black... Mulder awoke to Scully shaking him, he felt cold and that's when he opened his eyes and realized they weren't dead. Looking around he noticed they were in a raft. "Scully? How?" "Mulder, we are the only survivors, you've been unconscious for three days...I thought...I was afraid you were never going to wake up." Mulder sits up taking Scully into his arms she flinches under his touch. Pulling back he tilts her chin up. "What is it Scully?" "Nothing," she replied before pushing him backwards and resting her head on his chest. Mulder held her as they fell asleep. They both were startled awake when they heard a loud roaring, the sun was just beginning to set, but there was enough light to make out what the noise was coming from. Scully turned her terrified eyes to Mulder's face. "Mulder, hold me...don't let go." And he did, it was only moments before the tiny raft was drawn into the swirling water, faster and faster they were being sucked into the middle of the whirlpool. They were buffeted back and forth until the raft overturned and the current ripped Scully from Mulders arms. "Mulder!" She screamed. "Scully!" He called trying to keep his head above the water. Mulder saw Scully disappear and a raw primal scream was emitted from his throat. His decision wasn't hard after that he quit struggling against the ocean and not only welcomed the drowning sensation that assaulted him...he begged for it... * * * * * I'm so hot. Struggling to open my eyes I am greeted by the glare of the sun beating down upon my body. My lips feel parched my skin dry and my throat raw. Rolling over I see I'm laying in the sand...how in the hell? Oh my God, where's Scully? Dimly I'm aware of hoofbeats and yelling, I could swear I'm in the desert and either that is a mirage or there are men on camels and horseback coming towards me. I can't hold my head up any longer and the last thing I hear are the voices. "Over here." "Bless Allah, hurry we have to get him back to the palace." The last think I feel is my body being lifted. "Hold on Prince Talib." * * * * * Oh...my head... "Shh...Do not move little one." A voice croons in my ear. Opening my eyes I take in my surroundings as I sit up slowly, looking into the gentle eyes of an older woman. There are other women sitting around on the floor, I hear a man's voice and the woman tugs on my arm. Just by the feel and look of things I would have to guess I'm in a boat an old boat. "Please, please Mistress Aisling they must not know you are awake." Why is this woman calling me Aisling? My question hangs in my mind as I am suddenly yanked up roughly into the arms of a burly man, he grabs my breast and I haul back and hit him square in the jaw. This only seems to please him. "Aye...I always been told the Irish had a bit 'o the fire in ya...c'mere lass and I'll stoke up the embers." Thank God the man is pulled away from me, but when the second man pins me with his icy gaze I involuntarily shiver. He sweeps up and down my body like he is appraising me or something before shoving the other man out the door. "Get your scurvy ass oughta here...you know these women be bound for the slave market and I'll not have you sullying the one lass that I be gettin' the highest price fer." He stepped forward trying to intimidate me with his height, but I've worked with Mulder invading my personal space for so long. Other men who try doing the same no longer affect me. He reaches out and touches my head running his fingers through my hear drawing the strands toward him, my hair is still red, but it's long...very long and falls in soft curls. He looks into my eyes. "Yes, tis a shame, Aisling, that I can not claim you. But an Irish lass such as yerself with eyes like the sky, hair like the sunset and your virginity intact will bring me great riches. I'm sure a healthy young lass like yerself will give birth to many a fine sons." I know my mouth is hanging open as I watch him walk away. Taking a good long look around I finally come to the conclusion that I am dreaming. Or should I say I'm having a nightmare. I look at the woman who called me Mistress. "What year is this?" She looks perplexed at my question. "Why Mistress it's 1726...are you ill, my child?" I shake my head as I sink to the floor, closing my eyes begging for this nightmare to end... End of Prologue Part One I lost track of the days spent inside the ship as it carried me to some unknown destination. After the first incident I was treated gingerly the older woman I learned had been my servant, Aisling's servant, and she had vowed to travel by my side. I learned Aisling was the daughter of a rich and powerful Irish man and that our home, was invaded, pillaged and all the women taken to be sold in the Far East. I have been told I will command a very high price, virginity intact, long red- gold hair and blue eyes. I'm sure they drugged me most likely in the water I drank, trying to keep me quiet and calm, can't have the *merchandise* damaging herself now can we. I really hoped for this to be a nightmare. Then the day came and I somehow knew this was all too real somehow. The captain appeared and took us to a cabin. My servant, Hilda, accompanied me to help me prepare. "Aisling, you will be embarking on a new life. Make it easy on yerself, lass. Forget the old. We will be docking in a few hours, there be bath water fer ya and fresh clothing." I looked around the room waiting for him to leave, but he didn't. "Better get used to it at the slave market they will bare you body, inspect you and your virginity. Go on get ready." I turned away my cheeks crimson with shame and began disrobing. I had a flash of memory, Mulder and I, forced to into the decontamination showers together. I remember looking at him, daring him almost, to look at my nakedness. I'll give him some credit. He tried not to. I caught his eyes before they lowered taking in my nudity, I turned away feeling exposed, vulnerable, even angry that he would take advantage of the situation. Yet I know now I didn't have the right to condemn him...I had looked too. During the shower he had turned, his back to me and I took the opportunity to study the planes and skin revealed to me as the water cascaded down the lightly tanned flesh. I followed the path of the streams over his neck, shoulders and arms. I tracked the path over the muscles in his lower back down to the swells of his firm buttocks, took in the slim hips and his long legs. Against my will I could feel my nipples responding to the visual stimulation his body provided when he turned slightly I caught a glimpse of another portion of his anatomy. I've seen Mulder's penis before, but never in an erect state. My rational mind kicks in anger, fear, and pain all of these things can stimulate the human body as well as desire. His penis is thick and long, very well endowed most women would say, I can make out the veins running its length and *I* desire. I've always seen the man inside of Mulder, the sexual primitive part of him I long to have touch me...yet I know it can never be. I don't want to ruin the relationship we have for simple sexual gratification, I want it all, but until we complete *our* quest that day will not come. My thoughts are interrupted by his voice. "Turn around Aisling." Reluctantly I pivot. The gasp he emits causes me to cover myself with my hands. Suddenly he is there in front of me and I am afraid, afraid he is going to rape me, to hurt me. Steal the virginity that Aisling holds as hers and hers alone. But he doesn't, he simply reaches into my hair pulling the clips out that hold it up letting the curtain fall down. It's heavy and so long at least to my waist; it covers my nudity demurely. He brushes the back of his hand against my cheek almost tenderly before turning and walking away, he stop at the doorway for a moment. "Beautiful." He says before leaving Hilda and I alone. I bathe trying to relax to figure out what exactly is going on if I am to believe I'm really in 1726 and my name is Aisling. Hilda tries to wash me herself and if this is 1726 I know it is normal, but I just don't feel comfortable. "Please, Hilda...I, I just don't want to be touched right now." She nods and backs away. I finish my bath with no answers only more questions, I allow Hilda to help me brush my hair. I don the so-called clothing I was left it's nothing more than a robe of sorts. I notice a mirror and I decide to take a look. I'm shocked. It's me! Scully, myself, I stare at my reflection I see the same color hair, the same blue eyes, the same ivory skin, height, weight virtually identical in every way. I pull my gaze away when I hear the door open. "It's time. We have arrived." Complacent I thought I would never be, accepting maybe, but never complacent. I steel my resolve and swear to myself I'll escape the first chance I get and try to solve this mystery. Calmly I follow him out of the ship I've been in for too many days to count. * * * * * I'm in some sort of carriage and being taken to my new *home* this is the first day I haven't been drugged in a while. You see I tried to escape when I finally got off that ship. I didn't get far. I was caught and I fought back soon I was shackled hand and legs with soft fabric between the metal and my skin. No matter how I struggled I couldn't break free. I've never been through anything as humiliating as the *inspection* prior to my being placed on the auction block. An overweight man removed my robe he touched me and turned me like I was a piece of meat. He even checked my teeth. I remember him cupping my breast, pinching my nipples causing them to redden slightly...he seemed very pleased. And then he had two other men hold me down on a table while he *verified* my virginity. I've never in my life had a man touch me intimately without my permission until then. He reached into a bowl nearby coating his fingers in the substance it held before he pried my outer labia open and began to massage my clitoris. My body betrayed me I could feel myself becoming aroused, the telltale flush creeping over my skin even as I broke out into a thin sheen of sweat. He laughed and spoke in a foreign tongue, I couldn't understand him and then he inserted his finger into my vagina. I could feel him probing inside of me it only lasted a few minutes and then he spoke again. Suddenly I was turned onto my stomach and he reinserted his finger into my anus I cried out at the second invasion and mercifully he removed it almost immediately. I was taken into a room, given water and food. The next day I stood on the selling block wrapped in a gauzy sheer robe, my face covered with a veil...only my body, my virginity, my hair and eyes seemed to be important not my face...not who I am. Another woman travels with me now, she is a concubine of the Sultan himself I am told, she is the mother of his two sons. She tells me she came from England originally and that I will be given to one of her sons, since they both speak English I will have plenty of time to learn the native dialect at my leisure. She also informs me that I probably will be given to her younger son Samien although he is only younger by about three minutes. It seems her older son Talib was recently found wandering in the desert and he has only recently healed physically. That last thing she tells me is that my name is no longer Aisling, I will now be known as Ula, which means jewel of the sea. When we arrive at the palace I will be taken to the harem and prepared for an audience with the Sultan and her sons. The Sultan himself will decide which son I am to be given to. I turn away, Aisling, Ula it doesn't matter *I* know I'm Dana Scully what I don't know is how I got here and what is going on. And more importantly how am I going to get back to where I belong? We have arrived and I am escorted to the bathing chamber. The other women greet me most of them speak the native tongue, they join together in bathing me, brushing my hair, pampering that I might have enjoyed some other time. They burn some type of incense and I am forced to inhale the smoke, again I feel drugged, sluggish and easily lead down the to the main hall along with the other new slaves. Large and ornate doors open allowing our entrance. We are lined up in front of the Sultan and his sons? What? It can't be... The name bursts from my mouth before I think. "Mulder?" * * * * * I've been here for two weeks. Somehow I look like *me* but I'm not I'm in another time, I'm another person. I am Prince Talib, I found out from the woman who is *my* mother that the name means seeker. I have an identical brother, Samien and today we are inspecting some new slaves. Or should I say concubines...harem girls, every man's fantasy. Every man's except mine, all I can think about is what happened to Scully. The last thing I remember was the feeling of the water tossing us and how she was ripped out of my arms. I've learned some of the language here I think it's Arabic, but I'm not sure. I've caught some rumors that if my mental state doesn't improve that the Sultan will place my brother Samien ahead of me as successor to the throne. Like I could give a shit. But I also was able to make out that I might be sent away or kept locked up and drugged. So that is why I am here following along for now as I am being asked to choose which of the new slaves I want for my concubine. Over twenty women, girls most of them, file in, blonde hair, brown hair all shapes and sizes until I see her...a petite and red haired girl that catches my eye and won't let me look away. My breath catches in my throat at the similarity. Samien notices her too because I hear him speak. "Father I ask you, humbly. May I have the small woman with hair like fire? I believe I have never made a request before." All in all I could really care less even when I move closer and see the piercing blue eyes looking at me...that is until I hear my name. "Mulder?" Oh my God. Scully? She backs away from the line running toward the door trying to escape. I catch her easily, holding her slight body against mine as I rip off the veil covering her nose and mouth. She goes limp in my arms and I gently lower her to the floor. Saliem and *my* father are arguing in the background. "WHY can I not have her?" "You know that our custom is to let the eldest choose first, but he has seen her true face no other man may look upon her, even if I would let you have first choice she can not be yours now." My mother, Jena, comes over and places a comforting hand on my shoulder before signaling one of the eunuchs to take Scully back to the harem quarters. Saliem picks another girl and storms off; he seems to have a violent streak I pity the poor girl he chose. "Talib...your new concubine Ula will be prepared and brought to your bedchamber tonight. May Allah bless your union this night." Man this is just too strange and as I walk back to my room I can't help thinking of the glazed look in Scully's eyes. I think she was drugged I will have to try and ask that they stop giving her whatever it is that they are, so we can figure out what's going on here. * * * * * My vision is extremely hazy when I wake, feeling hands upon my skin. Focusing I can see three women are spreading oil all over my flesh, massaging the fluid deep into my pores. It feels so good. Seeing that I am awake they ask me to roll onto my back. I watch as one of them holds a decanter over my stomach tilting it, drizzling the warm liquid onto the front of my body. I'm still under the effects of whatever drugs I've been subjected to since I don't even put up a fight when they move to my breasts giving them the same attention the rest of my body has received. Soon I am dressed in nothing but a silk robe and am being lead to Mulder's chamber. The last touch to my appearance was a coating of deep coral color to my lips and then I was finished, looking in the mirror I felt beautiful, feminine, but this is not my body or my life. I'm so confused. * * * * * I hear the door open and there she is...oh shit... Two slaves accompany her one removes the robe Scully is wearing and the other pours us each two goblets of a pale green liquid. "Drink," she says. "You both must be thirsty." Not even thinking I take the goblet and down the contents, Scully does the same. It's only a moment before I feel the effects of what I just consumed I stand mesmerized as they lead Scully to the bed. She crawls onto it obediently, meekly and lies down in the center. The two slaves tie her wrists together above her head before tying her ankles to the bedposts, her legs spread wide. I continue watching as the slaves run their hands up and down Scullys ivory skin; I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. One of the slaves takes my hand drawing me close to the bed removing the robe I had on, her hand settles on my erection. She strokes my length with some kind of oil and I just let her. What was in that drink? I feel like I'm gliding over to the end of the bed, but the slaves are guiding me one holds the fleshy folds open exposing Scully to my gaze, my touch...my cock. My hands slide up her legs, one hand cups her ass firmly. I push the slaves away as I take Scully's left nipple into my mouth. She moans my name, arching beneath my lips. What am I doing? I have to stop this... My body starts to shake as I try to pull away, this isn't right. I can't do this to Scully, she's tied down...she can't even move. I must regain control. Reluctantly I release her nipple and signal the slaves to untie her, which they hurriedly do. I'm just starting to back away when Scully grabs my head and forces me down to her mouth. Our lips meet brushing first and then opening to one another. She kisses me with a passion I have never know before and my control is lost with the feel of her rubbing her tongue against mine. "Mulder," she gasps. I'm way past the point of stopping now. Almost unconsciously I position my cock against her and without any further preliminaries I thrust into her roughly, drawing her hips toward me at the same moment. She screams out. End of Part One Date: 16 Jul 1999 00:58:36 GMT From: April L Mowry Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Sandstorm (2/4) Disclaimers in Part 1 Part Two: Scully's scream barely registers in with my lust driven body. Hot... Wet... Tight... I felt the barrier as I pushed, stretching, refusing to yield. Everything has its breaking point. When I slammed my cock with all the strength I had in me inside Scully's small form I felt something tear, something rip... And it was primal the feeling that came over me. Virgin. As much as I didn't want to hurt her, to be slow, to be gentle. The knowledge that this body, this vessel that housed the mind of the Scully I know was a virgin, untainted, untouched...pure. Waiting for the first touch of a man. Waiting to be taken. Waiting to be conquered. That knowledge released the animal within me I felt... Raw... Untamed... Powerful... "Scully!" Her name ripped from my throat like a wolf's howl. I stayed deep inside of her my hands slowly running up her body till I cupped her face, my thumbs brushing the tears from beneath her eyes. I gently kiss her lips... But the primitive urges of my body coupled with the aphrodisiac properties of the drugs I seem to have imbibed override the tenderness I long to express. Raising her arms above her head I grasp her wrists in one of my hands holding her...imprisoning her. My other hand travels lower over her stomach, her hip, around once again to cup her ass. Hunger... I draw my hips back and slam into her again. Another scream lower in volume slips from her throat. Back...thrust... Her chest heaves beneath me, nipples digging into the flesh of my chest as she bites her lip attempting to stifle the third scream. Grunting I thrust into her again... And again... Her head thrashes side to side with each of my thrusts. I look into her face seeing pain at war with desire, her blue eyes glazed with passion even as they pool with tears waiting to be spilled. I drop my head and draw her nipple into my mouth so unexpectedly the move itself causes her back to bow, arching closer to my face. I suck the hard nub drawing the tip as far into my mouth as I can. My teeth hold the pink bud as my tongue flicks back and forth, I am trying to stoke the flames of her desire, bring the dying embers back into the full blaze that pain had dampened. "Mul-der," she gasps. I can feel her struggling to free her hands from the lock I have on them as I thrust into her again. Releasing her now reddened nipple I capture her mouth forcing my tongue inside. Demanding her compliance. I thrust again. Swallowing the groan of pain/pleasure she emits. Thrust... Dominate... Thrust... Relinquish... She is writhing under me, my hand slides around between our sweat covered bodied, parting her...finding her clit and running my finger around the area, rolling the nub with each pass. She tenses her body stiffens, she stops trying to free her hands. "Hurts...Mulder," she whispers, I stop moving my hand up to her face. Looking into her eyes I read the message. Take me... I give you control... I release her arms as I claim her mouth once again reveling in the feeling of her soft lips under my own. My hands travel across the planes of her skin until they rest on her hips; my hands are so large my fingers are digging into the globes of her ass. Pulling my mouth away she tries following my lips desperately before giving up and dropping her head back onto the bed with a pout. Growling I accept her surrender. Raising up onto my knees I bring her hips with me, her back arches no longer in contact with the bed. I slam into her forcefully, gripping her hips tightly. With each thrust I try to contact the hard knot of flesh that will bring her release. She shudders with each contact. Her beautiful face flushed, her hands clenching the silk bed linens as I continue. "Scully," her name flows from my lips in a never-ending chant. The animal inside me grows impatient. Frenzied... Tired of waiting... Needing release... My pace steadily increases my strokes begin to lack finesse, I no longer am paying attention to Scully's needs I only see my own end, my own pinnacle approaching. Thrust... Yes... Thrust... Faster... Thrust... Harder... The wave is upon me; I drop Scully's hips back onto the bed my wildly thrusting hips continuing to jackhammer inside of her as I follow them down. My hands are now braced above her head as I strive for the climax I know is close. Suddenly Scully grabs my neck with a strength that surprises me and draws my mouth to hers even as her legs lock around my hips making my last thrust drive my cock deeper inside of her. This time she swallows *my* moan, my orgasm rushes up and consumes me with it's power, my hips continue to move sporadically as the last of my seed is pumped into her womb. I roll onto my back pulling Scully with me her hold tightens not allowing our new connection to abate. She snuggles into my chest I can feel her sweet breath stirring the hairs. I feel the need to speak to apologize for my actions. Rutting like animals. I tighten my arms around her before speaking. "Scully? I, I...I'm sorry." It seems inadequate somehow; my partner for the last six years deserved more than to be taken so violently it would almost assuredly be construed as rape. Drugs or no drugs I have no trouble admitting I wanted her, I felt powerful in being the first man to experience the pleasure of her body. I pause...these bodies aren't really us, they look like us, they sound like us, but here in this place we are not Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. I am the son of a Sultan and I have a twin brother who is going to lust after Scully every day that we are here. Scully still hasn't made a sound, could she have fallen asleep? How can she let a part of my body remain inside of her after the way I behaved? I hurt her. I used her body for my own pleasure. My thoughts are interrupted by the slave girls, Jesus, I forgot they were in the room. Christ I just had sex with an audience. "Master Talib? We need to attend to Ula." What do they mean? Attend to Ula...oh right that is Scully's name here. I motion for them to leave. "But Master...she will need a little *rest*." What? No! I will take care of Scully. "She will not be going with you. *I* will attend to her needs." I manage move Scully away from me enough so that my cock slips out of her, picking her up off the bed I carry her over to the sunken pool that I have come to realize we bathe in. Gently I sit down on the edge settling Scully onto my lap her head nestled just under my chin. Out of the corner of my eye I see the slaves removing the bloodstained sheets from the bed. Jesus...there was quite a bit. I gingerly insert my hand between Scullys legs she jerks at the contact I hush her trying to sooth her with my tone. Drawing my hand out I see the blood on my skin...Scully's blood. Moving her body I look down and see my cock has spots of red all over its length. Shit... I feel like a barbarian. A fucking caveman. Sighing I ease both of us into the warm water. Picking up a sponge I begin to wash the evidence of my brutality away from her creamy flesh. Kissing the top of her head I murmur against her hair. "God, Scully...I hope you can forgive me." * * * * * I try to open my eyes to understand where the sensation that I am feeling is coming from, warmth, liquid, and softness pressing over my skin leaving trails of fluid from its touch. Its comforting this strange yet familiar touch, I hear the swishing of water. Awareness comes to me; I'm being bathed gently, carefully. It's a memory distantly buried of infancy and a parents loving hands. Letting myself be swept along I concentrate on the feelings these touches are evoking in me. I know instantly it is Mulder's hands on my flesh, Mulder's hands trying to clean me, Mulder's hands trying to erase the guilt I'm sure he is experiencing. I sigh nuzzling my nose further into his neck, my lips parting and brushing back and forth over his skin. I smile hearing his gasp; my tongue traces my lips grazing his neck simultaneously. I realize I'm sitting on his lap when I feel him harden beneath me. "Touch me, Mulder," I hear myself breathlessly ask. I feel him lift me, opening my eyes I see he has set me on the edge of the pool we were in. He stands between my knees his penis standing proudly away from his body. "Close your eyes, Scully," he whispers. Listening to the hypnotic tone in his voice I shut my eyes, listening to his breath, feeling his hands as they begin exploring my body. Large hands stroke my thighs on a journey, followed by hips and my stomach. He pauses and I hiss as his tongue dips into my navel dancing around the skin within. His tongue and hands continue up to my breasts paying attention to both equally. "Mulder," I gasp as he begins suckling one hardened tip. I can feel my body growing more and more aroused with each moment, he draws my nipple out before letting go of it with an audible pop. The sudden loss of sensation makes me groan and I groan even louder when he latches onto my other breast. My body aches for something. Need... Hunger... Desire... Burning through me like fire... Mulder has left my breasts; nipples straining, still wanting his touch, but a new sensation assaults me as I feel his hands spreading my labia open, exposing me and the source of the dull throbbing in my groin. I open my eyes just as Mulder's head descends and the intensity of the feeling leaves me shaking, his warm breath just blowing over my clitoris. Ghostly, like the brush of a butterfly's wing. I let my head drop back with a thud when he first sweeps his tongue around the sensitive nub. He gently inserts a finger into my vagina and I jerk, this body is still tender from Mulder's earlier invasion. Sensing this he only holds his finger inside as he starts sucking my engorged clitoris. When my hips begin moving, seeking and wanting more, he presses the digit up rubbing, searching for the elusive spot within. "Oh...Mulder," his name slips from my lips again. The touch becomes a painful ache until it washes over me as he nips at the swollen tissue in his mouth he continues licking as my climax slams into me fully. Then sensation of his finger inside me as I clench around him makes me long to have more... I want his penis, his cock, deep within as my walls milk him over and over. I want his tongue in my mouth as we swallow each other's cries of pleasure while we convulse against each other. Sitting up suddenly I drag his head up and capture his lips, my tongue sweeping the inside of his mouth searching for my own taste. I trail one hand down ready to guide him into my body, but... He is no longer hard. Pulling away from me he speaks. "Ah...sorry, Scully, but when you...well when you came in my mouth...I well I..." shrugging his shoulders he looks at me shyly. Well I can't say I've ever been with another man who could make *that* claim that by living vicariously through my pleasure he attained his own. Blushing I drop my head and kiss his chest. I know I let out a squeak when Mulder lifts me into his arms and carries me back to the bed. Laying side by sided he pulls a silken sheet over us. "Mulder? What do you think is going on?" "I don't know Scully, but it feels like a bad episode of Quantum Leap. Um...exactly what do you remember?" I recite everything I can from the hazy drug-induced memories of the last few months, weeks, whatever and Mulder calmly tells me the events he remembers. "Mulder? How are we going to get back home? Is any of this real?" He pulls me tighter against him. "I don't know, Scully and yes, I think all this is real some sort of alternate universe or reality." I snort at his theory so ingrained the rational part of my brain is to counter his thoughts. Yet I have no theory of my own, nothing any more plausible than what Mulder has suggested. "Maybe we are here for a reason, Scully...let's not think about it anymore tonight." "You're right Mulder, we should wait for morning when our brains are clear from the drugs we ingested." He looks at me, astonishment written across his face. "But, how?" I tenderly caress his cheek with the backs of my fingers. "Whatever was in that wine or juice we had earlier loosened *both* of our inhibitions...I know you didn't have any idea that *this* body was a virgin...I know you didn't want to hurt me." He looks at me with guilt-ridden eyes. "But, Scully...I did hurt you...I..." "No...Yes Mulder, this body, my body, is tender and sore, but we were both under the effects of some type of drug. Make no mistake *I* wanted you even after the first time...need I remind you of my attempt in the bath? Hmm?" "No, I guess you don't," he chuckles. I'm sure Mulder falls asleep before I do his breathing regular and even, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. Lulled by the dull beating of his heart I close my eyes and drift away. * * * * * Somewhere inside the palace the gnarled hand of a woman strokes a crystal ball, Jena comes to stand beside her. The old woman tiny and frail turns her head and very familiar blue eyes gaze at Jena. "Is it them? Is the chance to set things right finally come again?" The old woman stands walking over to chest, unlocks it and retrieves a very ornate book. She caresses the cover thoughtfully before speaking. "I can only hope so, in the morning bring your son Talib to me and I will tell him about the book." "What about the girl, Ula?" "If I can make Talib believe *he* will have to be the one to convince her...she trusts him." Jena eyes the old woman with curiosity. "How can you know that? Seer?" "It's been a long time since you have addressed me by my title Jena." "I'm sorry, but I just don't see how you can know these things. Your ability frightens me as much as it intrigues me." The old woman smiles. "I just know." * * * * * Somewhere in the desert one hundred grains of sand swirl into a funnel, the tiny vortex whirls for a few moments until it collapses and the sand fall back into place... End of Part Two Date: 16 Jul 1999 01:01:02 GMT From: April L Mowry Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Sandstorm (3/4) Disclaimers and info. in Part 1 Part Three: I am rising from my slumber, slowly...gently. As you make your way from deep sleep to consciousness you pass through a moment with dreamlike qualities and I seem to be experiencing that right now. No longer in a hurry to open my eyes I drift allowing myself to be carried along by the eddies of this surreal half- consciousness. My skin feels the contact, a warm breeze glancing off my stomach in little puffs followed by the tickling sensation of some wispy fiber. A weight settles across my hips, my cock pulsing, seeking the heat and moisture being emitted from the unknown entity upon me. My hands reach down encountering soft skin, small fingers lace through my own and I smile as lips gentle yet persistent meet my own. Resigned to the fact that when I open my eyes this fantasy will vanish like a cloud of smoke I sigh. The weight is lifted off me, but as my eyes do open, my vision doesn't disappear. As my sight adjusts into clarity I am rewarded with my cock sliding into the tight and hot nest of the redheaded goddess above me. She is taking me in so slowly I think I'm going mad, I never was a patient man and I thrust up till I am completely buried within her. Her hands splay out on my chest, moaning with the sudden invasion, I sit up my mouth seeking and finding the pink pebble sitting on her breast. Using my hands I mold the ivory globes as my tongue bathes each nipple over and over. "Mulder..." She gasps yanking my mouth up to her own, plunging her tongue into my mouth just as her hips take up a circular rhythm. "Scully!" Her name explodes from my lips when I feel her hands on my shoulders, balancing before slamming her body downward over and over. I grab onto her hips tightly and somehow manage to get on my knees; the new angle of penetration does it for me the wave washes over me. My whole body shuddering with the force of my release and still we both thrust against each other. I reach down my finger and thumb grasping Scully's hard clit and roll it, she seems to be struggling with reaching completion. I know she wants it...needs it as she chants over and over. "So close...I'm so close..." With a speed I didn't know I had, she is forced off my now limp penis onto her back and my head is buried where my cock was just a moment ago. Scully bucks up with the first long swipe of my tongue she is moaning and grinding herself against my mouth. "Please...please, Mulder..." She begs. Holding her hips firmly I grab her clit between my lips, flicking the tip of my tongue over the reddened nub. Her pink flesh quivers beneath my touch, tightening my lips I draw, sucking the bundle of nerves deep into my mouth. My cock twitches with a symbiotic type of reaction to the force of her orgasm. Even with the grip I have on her buttocks and hips I'm having a hard time controlling the almost involuntary thrusting of her pelvis against my mouth. The tremors seem to go on and on until her body goes limp almost liquid and I slide my lips along her creamy flesh. Arriving at those rosy lips, parted, her breathing still erratic I kiss her, tenderly before pulling her on top of my chest and holding her. * * * * * I'm not sure how long we slept, but I came out of slumber by a gentle touch on my arm and soft words in my ear. "Talib...you must wake up." Blinking I focus on the face I've come to rely on, Jena, Talib's mother. She hushes me when I try to speak. "Shh...do not wake your concubine. You must come with me, now." The terrified look on her face causes any argument I might have had to die in my throat. Nodding I slide out from underneath Scully, dressing hurriedly I pause only long enough to cover Scully up and brush my lips across her cheek. It must be early; I haven't seen any other signs of life as she leads me through corridors...halls I haven't had the time to explore. We are quiet, she is so very silent on our journey and I can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong. We finally arrive at a very old door, before either of us can knock it opens and the old woman gazes at me with eyes that penetrate my soul. A gnarled hand grabs my arm and tugs me inside with amazing strength for one so small and frail looking. She ushers me into a chair and places a book into my hands. "Read," she commands. "We don't have much time." Something in her eyes and the familiar tone of her voice calms me yet doesn't allow me to disobey her. Bending my head I open the book, a journal...a possibility. * * * * * The door opens and then shuts quietly. Footsteps, quiet and soft as a feather make their way over to the bed. A hand reaches out and draws the silk sheets over the sleeping figure, exposing the nude form underneath. Long red-gold hair fans out over the pillows, waves from the silken tresses partially cover the milky breasts, stomach and hips. The man stands observing the steady rise and fall of her chest, nipples pushing upward through the strands of hair covering them. In her slumber the woman dreams her hands starting to move of their own accord over her body. Fingers' gently pinching the rosey tips palms sliding their way down to the nest of hair at the apex of her thighs. "Mmm...Mulder..." She moans. The man slips his hand in the folds of his tunic, sliding his hand up and down his cock, faster and faster, following the quickening moans of the woman before him. * * * * * Mulder finishes reading and looks up at the old woman standing before him expectantly. She waits as he walks over to her, allowing him to pull her hands away from her throat...away from the object she held in her palm. The woman sighs as he lifts the tiny gold cross when she finally raises her eyes she sees the questioning and then the total acceptance in his own as he whispers. "Scully?" She finally collapses against him tears coursing down both of their cheeks, his arms surround her and she allows herself this one moment. The feeling of here and now joining with the memory of times gone by until she couldn't tell one from the other. "It is you...Scully, but...how?" Mulder manages to choke out. She opens her mouth to speak, but the loud pounding on the door silences her. The large guard enters and addresses Mulder. "Your father, the Sultan requests your presence." Mulder bends and whispers in her ear. "I'll be back, I can't arouse any suspicion." The elderly Scully nods, giving his hand a quick squeeze before watching him walk out the door. Mulder follows the guard until he realizes his location. "Guard, tell the Sultan I will be with him shortly I need to dress more appropriately." The guard nods and walks off. * * * * * The man became bold as time wore on the sash he wore was now covering the eyes of the red haired beauty, she stirred in her sleep, but he hushed her his lips grazing her ear. Her hands were restrained by one of his as the other opened her and stroked her between her legs, her pelvis rocking as the pleasure mounted within her. He ached to be inside her. His cock rubbing against her body. Climbing off the bed and standing at the end he forcefully dragged her down by the ankles, her buttocks resting on the very edge of the bed. She struggled with consciousness the moment she felt the tip of his penis brushing against her swollen clitoris. He knew he was moments from feeling the hot, wet and tight walls surrounding him, just one push and he would be inside her. She moaned out again... "Mulder...now...please..." He drew his hips back and that's when he heard the voices. * * * * * Was my first thought as I entered my chamber. Was my second, yes, the moment I heard Scully moan my name and the minute I saw that fine ass on the edge of the bed, I was instantly hard as a rock. I knew I had to meet with the Sultan. But Scully was caressing herself and I could see the tiny shape of her clitoris now reddened with desire I let my body override my mind. The clothing I was wearing fell away with each step closer to the bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I positioned my self very carefully and with one thrust I embedded myself deep within her just as I took her fingers in my mouth and licked away the moisture upon them. Her eyes flew open when I released her hand grabbing her hips I set up a steady rhythm of thrusts it was only moments before her eyes began to glaze over, nonsense words coming out of her mouth. "Oh God...Mulder...didn't think...coming back...tease...me...so good...blindfold...promised...kept my eyes shut...tried too..." I slide my hands from her hips up her back until I reach her shoulders. My mouth claims hers just as she spasms around me; she locks her legs tight around my waist as I continue thrusting into her. I don't know how much time passes I just know I wake up with my head on her stomach as she runs her fingers through my hair. That's the first time I can remember passing out from an orgasm. I replay the last thoughts in my mind. Scully screamed out she was coming again and then...white...black...color...nothing... I raise my head up and smile, she's sleeping and unconsciously comforting me...like always, Scully...like always. I position her on the bed and cover her up before going to see the Sultan. My mind busy with all the implications of the book the other Scully showed me... * * * * * As soon as Mulder left Saliem stepped out from his hiding place. The door opened and a young servant girl entered. Saliem grabbed her clamping his hand down over her mouth. Moving only the necessary garments out of the way he held her against the wall and thrust into her several times before climaxing. Letting the girl go she quickly straightened her clothing and left the room. Saliem paused before leaving the room himself. Taking one last look at the slumbering Scully. "She will be mine." He vowed. * * * * * Somewhere in the desert a hundred grains of sand are active...swirling. The tight circles they make cause even more sand to be gathered up, doubled yet still only numbering two hundred. Small amounts do not cause any damage and are inconsequential in the desert as a whole. Yet in the next twenty-four hours sand will be doubled again and sometime in the future those small amounts will not seem so inconsequential and the storm will appear on the horizon, blowing and damaging...changing... * * * * * I storm back into my chamber, Scully watches me pace back and forth. "Mulder? What is it?" I turn my head and look at her. She is still dressed in emerald green dancing attire, she climbs off the bed, coming toward me and my mind wanders back to only a few moments ago. * * * * * It had only been two weeks since my 'father' had told me of the impending visit from Tunisia's Sultan. Apparently war was a great concern and this visit was a way of trying to pacify the Tunisian Sultan himself into a peaceful treaty. A great feast was prepared along with entertainment...including Scully, she was taught the harem dances along with all the other women. I thought my choice of her as my concubine protected her...I was wrong. I saw the look of pure lust in the Tunisian Sultan's eyes as Scully let herself go in the erotic dance...hips undulating...how her belly button slowly mesmerized me...and him. Breasts bouncing lightly as the dangling charms adorning the outfit jingled like a thousand wind chimes over and over...the soft melody lulling me into a new level of arousal... All I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my bedchamber, burying my aching cock within her soft body, feeling her shudder around me in ecstasy... My 'father' called to me, telling me the Tunisian Sultan found great favor in *my* concubine, *MY* Scully, and she would be pleasing 'our guest' instead of me...I well... I flipped out. And now I have to try and repair the damage. I feel Scully's light touch on my face and I kiss her gently. Taking her hands in mine I tell her how I am supposed to rectify my poor judgement. She listens and then hugs me tightly. She doesn't say anything when I pick her up and carry her to the bed, removing the harem outfit along the way. Her screams and moans echo in my ears long after she shudders under my hands and tongue. I move up her body worshipping every inch of skin before filling her with my cock and capturing her lips with my own. I strain against her, collapsing when my climax finally washes over me, my head resting on her chest. My tears pour out of me bathing her skin, but still she says nothing as her fingers gently run through my hair...soothing me and comforting me like no other ever could... I try to roll on to my back, but Scully doesn't let me she tightens her legs around my hips, still stroking my hair and keeping us connected at the same time. I want to sleep, but my body has other ideas. The hot furnace of her body causes my manhood to stir yet again, her hips move beneath me. I look into her eyes and see the willingness to again journey into the pleasure our bodies can create...I accept... * * * * * The old woman paced restlessly in her tower room. The door slams open and Jena stumbles in, tears streaking her face. Instantly the old woman is by her side leading Jena to a chair, nearby. "Jena, what is it?" "It's happened..." She whispers head bowed. The old woman tilts Jena's face up with a gentle nudge under her chin. "What?" "Talib is going to be sent as an ambassador to try and prevent war with Tunisia...four other men have been sent already, members of the high council...None of them have returned. All because he refused to let the Tunisian Sultan have his concubine for the night." The old woman stands and begins pacing again, circling the room when she turns to Jena her eyes blaze with ice blue fire. "You must not let him go! Try to convince the Sultan to send Saliem... You know what the book says..." "I've tried...but, Talib is the oldest, it's his responsibility to negotiate and try to prevent the unnecessary loss of life. Not to mention the fact it was his arrogance and refusal that started the whole battle over again. Over a concubine of all things." The women are startled. By the guard appearing in the open doorway. "The Sultan requests your presence." Jena stands, shaking off the touch of the old woman's hands on her arm and follows the guard out of the room. The old woman tries to open her door, but finds it locked from the outside. Screaming silently, she leans against the hard wood slowly sinking to the floor, her ear pressed to the unyielding door. "Oh...Mulder..." she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. * * * * * Six long months pass; Saliem lusted after his brother's new concubine daily. He had tried bribing several of the harem guards into bringing her to his chamber, it wasn't long before a reason was given. It wasn't just orders it was also something else. * * * * * After Talib had been gone for three months Jena came to the Sultan bearing important news. "What is it, Jena?" "She is with child." "Who?" "Talib's concubine...Ula." A knock on the door interrupted the conversation. "Enter." Two men opened the door upon hearing the Sultans commanding voice. One stood silently while the other approached the Sultan. Jena could not make out the whispers coming from the man. The Sultan nodded and the men retreated from the room, holding his arms out Jena wordlessly allowed her body to be embraced. "Jena, my beloved...there was an attack on the camp...our son is dead. Talib is gone." Jena sobbed against the blue tunic covering the Sultan's chest, when her legs refuse to support her any longer he swiftly picks her up and carries her to the bed comforting her far into the night. * * * * * Somewhere in the desert the one hundred grains of sand have grown into more that one million in number. Again they swirl around and around the funnel moving a few feet before dispersing and falling harmlessly to join the grains adorning the land... End of Part Three Date: 16 Jul 1999 01:05:33 GMT From: April L Mowry Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Sandstorm (4/4) All disclaimers and info. in Part 1 Part Four It's been six long months since I've been away. Three months since Scully thinks I am dead. I have much to tell her...to show her. God I've missed her. Yes, I've missed her even with her mirror image sitting on a camel a few feet away a younger Scully maybe twenty or so. I think I've become quit proficient at camel riding over the journey we've been on. It all started with the raid on our camp. I remember screams, yelling and the crackling of fire, tents burning, swords clashing in the darkness. I started to get up, but a hand stopped me and whispered. "Shh, be quiet and follow me." I followed the man over a rise in the sand where several camels stood waiting. I immediately thought it was a trap and I didn't even have a weapon to protect myself. But when the man turned around I saw his face in the moonlight and it was *me*... "Shocking, huh?" I heard my own voice speaking to me. "We don't have a lot of time, I'll explain on the way." "Explain what?" I seem to have found *my* own voice finally. "How I think we can get back to the future." I laugh at my own sense of humor being parodied back at me. With that our journey began. The other version of me a younger version maybe twenty-three tells me a theory Scully would have immediately scoffed at if it weren't for the fact she believes what is happening right now isn't a dream. Young Mulder tells me he thinks that time shifted off track somehow starting with the little Bermuda Triangle trip I took. Followed by a *feeling* that something odd happened when Scully and I went to Nevada and Area 51. I know I snorted he might be right on that I came back to my apartment and a bedroom I hadn't used in years with mirrors of all things mounted on the ceiling...those had never been there. The last moment was that strange Monday the one where I experienced all those feelings of deja vu like I'd lived the same day countless times. His theory and therefore my own was that I did something in 1939 that caused a shift in time, maybe just my presence altered the course of history and eventually landed me here. That was when I first felt Scully's lips under my own something tangible, something I felt. I refuse to believe that wasn't real or that it was a mistake that experience alone caused me to confess my love the moment she started to leave me. I didn't want another opportunity to pass me by, I know she thinks it was nothing, but a drug-induced haze, but she's wrong. While the drugs might have helped to un-inhibit me enough to finally say it...it actually was the first words that came to my mind when I focused on her concerned sweet face. Young Mulder also continues on concluding that there must be three versions of myself and Scully here in this time. That makes perfect sense in some twisted way. I know I've met an elderly Scully not to mention the Scully I managed to 'deflower' under the haze of drugs. My mind drifts again as I look at the young Scully riding next to me how we slipped unnoticed into the Sultan of Tunisia's palace and spirited her away. She rides with glazed eyes her body is present, but I sense that this version of Scully is broken. Someone broke this Scully's spirit and it makes me anxious to return and make sure *my* Scully is still the animated Scully I love and made love to. Somehow it came to be that this younger Scully was sent away as soon as she arrived almost. When the younger version of myself was presumed dead she lost the baby she had been carrying and in doing so was banished like it was her fault or something. It makes me wonder what the time span on this replaying of scenarios is a day, a month, a year before it's repeated and hopefully comes out right. The way I figure *if* my younger self is correct and the time displacement happened three times then this is the last chance to right whatever wrong has been done. I shudder thinking what if we don't succeed, will Fox Mulder and Dana Scully just cease to be? The question now is this where is the elderly version of me that should be here...somewhere and how do we get back to *our* time. I thought at first maybe Saliem was another version of me, but he is really just a twin brother to Talib. Tonight we will arrive back at the palace somehow we will get the two Scully's therein and then turn our attention to searching for the last member we need to find...my older self. * * * * * It's strange I can't help thinking that if Mulder were really dead that I would know somehow, that I would feel something besides this emptiness that pervades me. The only help I've had to quench my feelings of loneliness are the visits I get from Jena and the strange old woman who doesn't speak to me...only checks to see how this pregnancy is progressing. There is one other though, I met him in the gardens he was tending the flower beds an old man and when I looked into his eyes I was comforted with images of Mulder. He gently helped me to sit when a feeling of dizziness gripped me the light touch on my back causing fresh tears to well up in my eyes. I asked him his name, but alas he cannot speak the bastards in this place cut out his tongue. When I touched his cheek in sympathy he leaned in creating a firmer touch. After that I wandered the gardens everyday just to see him, I found comfort in the gentle old man who reminded me so much of Mulder. Tonight I will die. I caress my slightly rounded stomach...God I wanted this child this part of Mulder and myself, but after tonight I know I won't be able to go on living. I have become a great commodity just for carrying the next generation's Sultan in my womb, but I am not a free woman. After what they consider a suitable amount of time to mourn I am now being passed on to Saliem. According to this time and lands customs I am his concubine now. He has already spoken to me of his intent to drive out the seed of his brother from my body, fully intending to replace it with his own. I hate him with a passion I've never really known before. He might take away this child, he might claim the pleasure of my body for his own use, but he will never have my love. And he can not take away my freedom to choose death over life. He will have this one night and then *I* will end it. * * * * * The time comes when I am finally in Saliem's chamber and as much as he looks like Mulder I have nothing but contempt for him. Even when he promises me he will be gentle, when he rests his head on my abdomen and strokes flesh tenderly. I give nothing away. He tries kissing me and caressing me, but my body doesn't react and my mind is only observing. He grows frustrated and I almost want him to just take me already and get it over with, but he has other ideas and I know my eyes widen at his words. "Ula, I will not take you against your will." He moves away returning with a small box in his hand opening the lid he holds up the contents for me to see. "Do you know what these are?" "No," I answer nonchalantly. Taking out the contents he kneels down and releases the shapes onto the floor, two round metal balls that don't roll in a straight line but with a wobbling motion sometimes running into each other. After his little demonstration he picks them back up and stands. "These," he starts moving them hypnotically through his fingers. "Are a gift from a visiting Sultan. Each of them I'm told contains Mercury and a magnet. They are usually used as a torture device." Torture? I can handle torture. "Lie down on the bed," he orders me. I walk over and sit on the bed. "Lie back and spread your legs for me." I grit my teeth, but do as he has instructed. I barely flinch when his fingers touch my folds, but am very uncomfortable when I feel the sensation of something being placed into my vagina. "Now get up and walk." Confused, I get up. I haven't even taken two steps when the torture begins, my legs are suddenly weak and my skin breaks out into a sweat. "Did I tell you to stop?" I step slowly this time, it doesn't help. "You will keep walking." "I can't." I manage to get out as another wave of pleasure hits me. Those damn balls...he put those damn balls inside me and now they are rolling around, bouncing off of one another creating the pleasure coursing through my body. Yet it stops just as I'm about to climax the damn things move and keep me from finding completion. Pleasure as torture. I won't give in I refuse I reach down preparing to touch myself and end this agony I'm in I know one quick touch of my finger on my clitoris and I will orgasm. He doesn't allow me this, he is so fast that the next thing I know he has tied my wrists together behind my back...loosely but I still can't get free. He commands me to walk and I do. With each step I emit a moan, yet I continue. I've discovered it doesn't matter whether I walk slow or fast still the same unbelievable friction that starts one place and then moves on. I glance at Saliem who is lying on the bed, his naked form glistening with a sheen of sweat and the bastard is stroking his cock. Stroking his cock and watching me. I don't know how much more of this I can take. He eyes me with pure lust, Mulder's eyes...no... "Ula," he purrs. "Just ask me and I will deliver you from your torture...ask and I will put my manhood into your body and we can both sail away with pleasure. I can be merciful...just ask me." Bastard! Goddamn Mother Fucking Bastard! I think when I see him climax...His head thrown back in the ecstasy he is denying me even by my own touch. His hand as it keeps moving, spreading his jism all over his cock. Pumping until he is again hard. I don't want him. But I want release. My knees finally buckle. "Get up," he commands. "No." * * * * * Both our heads snap to the voice in the doorway. Mulder...oh God...Mulder... Through my passion glazed eyes it seems like everything is moving in slow-motion, Mulder striding across the room hand clenched in a fist as his arm pulls back. I hear the dull sound of flesh meeting flesh powered by the bones within. Then I am pulled up and along following behind Mulder, hiding in a small alcove while shouts ring out around us. The cloak Mulder was wearing finds its way around my shoulders, my hands are freed as my legs collapse and Mulder lifts me into his arms. My body still hums with want...desire, even these movements still aggravate the torturous balls inside me. I close my eyes trying to stifle a moan it doesn't work. Mulder lets me down pushing me against the wall. "Mulder?" I gasp. "Get them out of me." I plead. He looks confused and my mouth waters when I feel his erection pressing against me. "Saliem...he, he put these things...these balls in me..." Without another word Mulder's hand goes between my legs, I spread them and bend slightly, feeling his fingers reaching up and into me I groan when I feel the first one extracted. Then the second and I shudder as I grind myself onto his hand. "Mulder...I need you...to...to..." My words are silenced by his mouth closing over mine his strong hands lift me up and then I am filled. Filled with his hardness as he starts to thrust in quick rapid movements. Somehow I tear my mouth away and as the most powerful climax I've ever experienced rips through me I sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying out. Blood, I taste blood in my mouth, yet Mulder keeps thrusting. I lift my head using my tongue to gently lick the wound I've made and as I do Mulder shudders hard his semen leaving his body and entering mine with the force of a gun. I think I'm still grinding my hips against him and he reaches between our still joined bodies finding my still swollen clit. Thumb and finger rolling and pinching until another orgasm takes me into darkness. * * * * * She's been sleeping a long time. God she looks so peaceful, Jesus I knew we didn't have a lot of time, but again I let my animal need for her override logic. I could get hard just with the memories. I pull back the blanket and notice for the first time her larger breasts, nipples hardening under my gaze and the swell of our unborn child beneath her stomach. A child we will never know...maybe a child that will never *be* once we are gone...if we manage to get back to our own time. I reach out my hand touching the life inside, I get a kick or punch with the contact. When I look up at Scully's face she is awake, we smile a bittersweet smile and then she pulls me down for a kiss. We are interrupted by a commotion outside sounds almost like a bell. I venture out of the tent to see an old man...me? Motioning for the younger Mulder and myself to follow him. Wordlessly we do. He leads us to a stone opening in the ground and we descend. He picks up a torch off of the wall before heading down a narrow passageway. Through twists and turns we end up in a triangular shaped chamber. He nods his head at the far wall. Stepping around him I peer at the strange markings carved into the stone? But yet it could be some type of metal. Before I can question him though I hear a scraping sound like a door being slid shut and then a definite latching sound. I back up and the three of join together shoulder to shoulder in the center of the room our eyes scanning every corner. Suddenly the chamber lights up with a greenish-yellow glow and then I see *it* coming toward us, floating in the air small black bubbles of liquid. I want to run, but there is no where to go as the bubbles drop to the floor and begin flowing around us in a circle, spinning faster and faster till it looks like a huge black tornado...and we are the center. * * * * * Mulder has been gone a long time I run into the next tent and see a younger version of myself...Jesus my brain just can not be functioning correctly. And then the old woman takes my arm and I look, I *really* look at her...again it's me. My moment of clarity is shattered when I hear the low rumbling coming from outside...wind...sand...heading straight for us. I hear someone calling my name. "Scu-lee..." Scanning in every direction I finally spot them, three men running towards us. No longer rooted to the spot I start jogging intending to meet them halfway when a pain rips through me. I look down seeing the inevitable streams of blood cascading down my legs and I fall. I see a wall of blackness in front of my eyes, I feel the cold as it slams into me drowning me...it feels like worms wriggling their way into my mouth, nose, ears...everywhere into my body. I close my eyes begging it to stop and it does. When I open them again Mulder is holding me. "Scully? Scully, are you all right?" "I, I think so..." He helps me to stand and that's when I notice, I'm no longer pregnant, yet there is no blood on my legs. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts, but there is no clarity. "Scully, I don't have time to explain to you, but we are going to have to jump into that thing over there." And he points. The sandstorm of before has turned into a giant twister, but as I watch it falls back into itself and opens the ground beneath creating a huge swirling pit of death. "How do you know?" I yell out over the roaring of the sand. "I don't...but we can't stay here." I watch the other two couples a young and an old version of Mulder and myself flank us, the older Mulder looks lovingly at the older version of myself and she speaks. "All this time...I thought you were dead...and you were right *there*." He simply nods and kisses her hand. "I trust you, Mulder...let's do it." I tell him. * * * * * Bending my head I kiss her one more time. We watch as the sand swallows first the elderly Mulder and Scully, followed by the younger versions. It's really strange I can swear I still hear their voices in my head, but that can't be. Finally Scully and I step into the swirling maelstrom and I know I hear a voice, I'm positive. "Remember...remember the markings..." Then I'm being pulled and pushed, buffeted by the winds until Scully's hand slips from mine and she's yanked away from me. "Noooo..." I scream receiving a mouthful of sand. I choke, I can't draw in any air and then nothing. * * * * * Usually Scully doesn't sleep on our plane flights. I should have know trying to follow up any leads on Diana would be next to impossible, but at least I'm attempting to provide Scully with concrete evidence one way or the other about her duplicity. Scully has her seat leaned back and I can't help staring at her belly when her shirt rides up. Taut, that is the word I'd use for Scully's abdomen her slacks move down a little when she shifts. That's when I see it. Holy Shit. I feel a jolt down into my balls and before I know I'm doing it I've reached over and traced a circle around Scully's belly button with my finger and of course she wakes up. "Mulder...what *are* you doing?" She looks down at my finger, her eyes widen when she sees what I've been playing with. "Scully? When did you start wearing a jewel in your belly button?" I can't help the teasing lilt to my voice actually it's making me hot, picturing the light as it reflects off the green colored jewel and imagining her hips swaying to some erotic Arabian music. Thinking of her pulling the veils off and draping them around my neck when all I want to do is still those hips and pluck that jewel out with my tongue before licking my way down to...Oh Fuck. I barely hear her reply that she doesn't have *any* idea of where the jewel came from as I'm bolting down the aisle heading for the lavatory. Christ, I don't know what came over me I think while I'm standing at the sink and splashing cool water on my face. I unbutton my jacket and when I do the left pocket swings forward and clanks against the sink edge. What the? Reaching in I pull out two silver metallic balls. They have an odd feel to them I roll one along the counter and it moves like a drunk after a binge. Heading back out to my seat I sit down. "Take care of your *little* problem, Mulder?" My mouth opens...is she teasing me about my cock, she *knew*... "Little?" Is all I manage to stutter out. She leans over and whispers in my ear. "Just joking, Mulder...you know I *have* seen you naked...and little is definitely not a word that applies." I think I blushed and then I hold up my odd discovery. "Look what I found in my pocket, Scully and I don't know where they came from either." She looks at them and I swear she breaks out into a sweat and shudders. "Put them away, Mulder." "Do you know where they came from? What they are?" Again she shudders and moans...moans? "No...just...put them away or better yet throw them away." Hmm...this is interesting I'll just have to find out what exactly these little balls are and what they do. Maybe Byers, Langley or Frohike will have some idea...I hope they're not some kind of transmitter. Sighing I put them back into my pocket and then turn to Scully. "So, um Scully...have I ever told you my fantasy about harems? With the right music, the right outfit you could use that jewel of yours and help me fulfill a dream at the same time...how bout it? "Mulder...why don't you kiss a camel and then we'll talk." End Part Four Epilogue: Confusion...agony...pain... "Remember the markings..." It hurts, Scully...help me...I don't want to be locked up...I'm not crazy. * * * * * I have a strange feeling as I stand here on the sand with the sun beating down on me there is a humming coming from that thing...I can feel it. It holds a secret, the natives are running away all of them they are calling me to follow...I hear the warning. But I ignore it as I begin to climb...I have to do this...for Mulder...and for me. Echoes of the warning rings in my ears as enter the unknown... "Danger...miss...the sandstorm approaches." The End... Feedback: ALMowry@pathway.net Hope you enjoyed!