BRACE 
by Tess

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to make 
them suffer.
Rating: NC-17
Key words: Mulder/Other, Slash, Rape, M/Sc Angst
Spoilers: None
Feedback: tdog@dog.com
Archive: Feel free to archive anywhere

Summary/Warning: Scully is forced to watch as Mulder is 
brutally raped by a man he helped to imprison years ago. 
There is a VERY lengthy and graphic rape scene as well as 
explicit language throughout. DO NOT read if this kind of 
material offends you.

Note:I'm English so all the spellings are UK ones! 

 

When Mulder arrived at Scully's apartment the door was 
slightly ajar. He tapped on it lightly a couple of times but 
when there was no immediate reply he just unusually stupidly 
assumed she'd unlatched the door for him, so he walked 
straight in. As he turned to close the door there was a 
flurry of calculated movement behind him, but before he 
could react there was a dull thud as something hit the back 
of his head hard. Silently his legs folded beneath him and 
he crumpled heavily to the floor. As he lay unconscious he 
felt nothing as his assailant dragged him across the carpet 
into Scully's bedroom, was unaware as his leather jacket, 
jeans and T-shirt were skilfully stripped off and he was 
hauled onto the bed. The intruder grunted as he heaved 
Mulder's naked body into position, spread- eagled on his 
stomach, arms and legs stretched out like the points of a 
star. He quickly tethered Mulder's wrists and ankles to the 
bedposts using a combination of leather cuffs, which he 
buckled tightly, and various lengths of chain, which he drew 
out of a red holdall at the side of the bed. He whistled 
cheerfully as he worked, warm after the physical effort of 
positioning the taller man on the bed. 

The intruder raked his fingers through his short greying 
hair and stood back to admire his work with satisfaction. 
'So far, so good,' he murmured to himself. He then knelt on 
the bed beside Mulder's head. 'Hey Fox,' he said, blowing in 
Mulder's ear whilst at the same time lightly slapping his 
face. 'Hey man, c'mon, wake up. I've gotta surprise for ya.' 

When the slaps became hard enough to hurt, Mulder stirred 
then groaned, and his eyelids fluttered. After more 
enthusiastic encouragement from his captor, he eventually 
opened his eyes to see a blurred yet familiar face floating 
hazily into focus, a face that grinned insanely into his 
own. Mulder blinked several times in an attempt to clear his 
vision, then stared in disbelief at the steely- haired man 
before him. 'Brace?' he questioned groggily, his voice 
sounding thick and hoarse. 

'Yep!' The intruder sat back on his heels, smiling happily, 
pleased that Mulder had recognised him immediately. 'It's me 
all right! Pleased to see me?' 

With his senses shocked into action, Mulder suddenly 
panicked. He tried to jerk himself up off the bed but 
alarmingly found his wrists and ankles chained to the heavy 
wooden bedposts, making it impossible for him to do much 
more than push himself up onto his hands and knees. He 
wrenched at the tight cuffs angrily, making the chains 
rattle and clank, a sudden fear making his heart thud under 
his breastbone as he realised he was naked. 'Let me go, you 
fucking son of a bitch, let me go,' he yelled. 'Where's 
Scully? If you've hurt her, I'll kill you, I fucking swear 
it.' 

Brace stood up and watched confidently as his captive 
struggled against the snug bonds, clapping his hands in glee 
as Mulder's desperate efforts to free himself failed 
miserably. When Mulder at last realised he was caught fast 
he began to shout out loudly in panic, throwing wild looks 
around the room. 'Help, please, somebody help me.' 

Instantly, Brace was on the bed and slamming his knee down 
hard on Mulder's back. His bony fingers splayed in Mulder's 
dark hair, pushing the FBI agent's face forcefully down into 
the pillow, the delighted smile now wiped from his face and 
redrawn as an angry snarl. Mulder struggled wildly; 
repeatedly bucking upward, frantically straining like a wild 
dog against the powerful assailant who pinned him to the 
surface of the bed. He fought hard, thrashing his lean body 
from side to side, thrusting his head back fiercely against 
the brutal grip on his skull, desperately trying to dislodge 
the fingers digging into his scalp, but gradually, without 
the benefit of oxygen, his efforts began to weaken. Unable 
to breathe with the pillow mashed hard against his nose and 
mouth, Mulder felt himself blacking out and to Brace's 
satisfaction, his struggling eventually ceased. Brace then 
grasped Mulder's hair and yanked his head roughly up from 
the pillow, allowing him to gulp in the oxygen he 
desperately needed. He gasped air in noisily, his lungs 
snatching the gift, aware for the moment only of his need to 
breathe and the painful thudding of his heart. The blood 
pounded in his ears and dark spots continued to cloud his 
vision, but before he had chance to recover either his 
breath or his scattered thoughts, he heard the familiar 
click of the safety catch on his own weapon being 
disengaged. He flinched as cold metal was pressed against 
his neck. 

'Don't think I won't use this Agent Mulder,' Brace's harsh 
voice hissed in his ear. 'I'd rather you be a live fuck, but 
I really don't mind fucking a corpse. You do know that, 
don't you? You knew me well enough to put me away all those 
years ago and I'm sure your memory is just as good now as it 
ever was.' 

Mulder's heart gave a sickening lurch as Brace's words 
penetrated his fog. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and 
shook his head a little, trying to dislodge the pictures 
that now came unbidden to his oxygen-starved mind, pictures 
of Brace's many victims. All of them had been young men in 
their twenties, some of whom, Mulder now recalled, had been 
brutally raped by Brace then murdered. Others, however, he'd 
murdered then raped. With these grotesque pictures forming 
an obscene gallery in his mind, Mulder tried to breathe 
deeply to dispel his rising panic. He tried to slow his 
frantic gulping, inhaling through his nose and out through 
his mouth, eyes closed, concentrating on the air that 
inflated his lungs, then pushing it out slowly, one breath 
at a time. In, out. In, out. Slowly. Slowly. 

Brace studied him closely, his bright eyes greedily feasting 
on Mulder's fear. He carefully removed his knee from 
Mulder's back but kept the gun barrel tightly pressed 
against his neck. 

'Okay, Fox, easy does it now fella. I don't wanna have to 
hurt ya, so you have to behave yourself. No more shouting 
out, no more fighting, okay? Otherwise you'll only have 
yourself to blame.' He waited. When Mulder didn't respond 
Brace lifted the gun and whacked it swiftly against the side 
of Mulder's head. Mulder cried out it surprise, the stinging 
blow bringing tears to his eyes and bright stars that danced 
across his line of vision. 'I said OKAY?' Brace repeated, 
hissing insistently in his ear through gritted teeth. 

'Yes, all right, okay,' Mulder snapped back, both angry and 
fearful. He almost added, 'I thought you weren't going to 
hurt me,' but he felt it would sound childish and petulant, 
and might possibly provoke further punishment. His ears were 
ringing and his temple throbbed. Already a bruise was 
starting to form there, spreading slowly like purple ink. He 
squeezed his eyes tightly shut and swallowed hard, willing 
the wave of nausea washing over him to subside. Mentally 
shelving the images of Brace's abused and battered victims 
he decided to take the direct approach. "Where's Scully?" he 
demanded. He'd wanted his voice to be steady and 
authoritative, but there was a whine to it he hadn't 
intended and disliked intensely. He suddenly realised he was 
afraid to hear the reply. 

'The redhead? Ha! Never mind her! It's you I want.' Brace 
shifted his position slightly and Mulder felt the gun dig 
uncomfortably into his neck 

'Why? Where is she?' When his question was met with stony 
silence he asked in a smaller voice, 'What do you want with 
me?' Again he tried to make his voice clear, calm and 
confident, but again he failed. His worst fears were 
realised when he heard Brace laugh mirthlessly, a sound 
which send a cold prickle of fear sliding along the length 
of his spine. 

'Why, I'm gonna fuck you of course!' 

Mulder swallowed hard. Again he remembered the photographs 
he'd studied whilst working Brace's case all those years 
ago, remembered the young men who had been beaten, stabbed, 
shot, or strangled. Each one had died violently at Brace's 
hand but all had been brutally raped, with most having been 
subjected to various forms of torture before their painful 
deaths. A fierce knot of fear tightened in the pit of 
Mulder's stomach and he felt a sudden urge to urinate. 

'Brace, you don't have to do this,' he said, the panic now 
clearly evident in his voice. He knew he shouldn't be 
whining and pleading with his captor like this, but in his 
current position, bound, naked and extremely vulnerable, it 
was difficult to even remember the protocol in these 
situations let alone act upon it. Inside his head the 
thoughts flew in frightened circles. 'Please Brace,' he 
continued. 'Untie me, you can leave here, I won't follow 
you, I swear.' 

Brace grinned, revealing the blackened stubs of his front 
teeth. 'No way, Mulder,' he laughed. 'You thought you were 
so damned clever writing that stuff about me, getting inside 
my head. You fucked me over so bad, man. Now it's your 
turn.' 

'No, Brace, you're wrong,' Mulder replied, still trying his 
best to maintain a steady tone, though the whine was still 
there. 'I was just doing my job.' 

Brace exploded, suddenly incensed. 'Your job! Your fucking 
job! You and your fucking job got me locked up, denied me my 
pleasures in life. Now I'm gonna show you what it's all 
about. Show you what I was missing.' 

Mulder closed his eyes tightly, holding down another wave of 
nausea, his mind spinning, recoiling from the horror of 
Brace's words. 

'Just one thing though before we start,' Brace was saying. 
He left the room briefly. While he was gone Mulder wrenched 
fiercely at the chains, frantically trying to free himself. 
But it didn't take him long to realise it was useless - he 
was trapped. '.....Yeah,' Brace panted as he kicked the door 
to the bedroom open. 'Wanted to spice things up a little, so 
here she is, Mulder. Your little girlfriend.' 

Mulder twisted his head, straining to see what was happening 
behind him. The sight that met his eyes caused an 
overwhelming feeling of helpless rage to sweep over him as 
he witnessed Brace huffing and panting with the effort of 
dragging Scully through the door. She too was bound, 
although her attacker had gagged her, and her angry, 
frightened protests were muffled. Mulder's only comfort was 
that she was fully dressed and apparently unharmed. 

'Brace,' he warned. 'I swear, if you touch her...' 

'Touch her!' Brace let out a sneering laugh as he 
unceremoniously dumped Scully into her wicker bedroom chair 
and set about strapping her to it with devices similar to 
those he'd used to secure Mulder. 'C'mon Mulder, boy,' he 
laughed. 'You know ladies ain't my thing. She's just here to 
make it a little more fun for us both, aintcha girlie?' 

Scully flinched away from his touch as he reached out a hand 
to pat her cheek, then stared in horror at the sight laid 
out before her. Mulder stretched naked and bound on her bed, 
his legs forced into an open position by the short lengths 
of chain secured by leather cuffs to his ankles. Brace 
followed her gaze, taking in Mulder's muscular limbs, the 
sweeping curve of his delicious ass, the smooth unblemished 
skin, then turned back to her. He thrust his hips forward in 
a gesture which, when accompanied by the way he was 
suggestively licking his lips, made his intentions perfectly 
obvious. 

Scully had never felt so helpless. She furtively tested her 
bonds but they were so tightly fastened she knew there was 
no way that she could ever release herself. The ball gag 
stuffed into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head 
had begun to make her jaw ache, although looking at Mulder's 
frightened expression she decided she was the better off of 
the two. 

Brace threw Scully a scornful look then, satisfied she was 
secure, picked up Mulder's gun from the edge of the bed and 
pressed it hard against Mulder's left temple. 'Now, no 
shouting out, Mulder boy,' he warned, 'or the lady gets the 
bullet. You just be a good little Fox and everything's gonna 
be ok, I promise you. But I'm warning you. I don't wanna 
have to shoot you before I fuck you, but I will if I have 
to. Give me any trouble and the lady gets it first, then 
you. I mean it Mulder." 

'Brace, for God's sake, please,' Mulder pleaded. 'Don't hurt 
her." 

'Maybe I could shoot you first and make her watch me fuck 
your corpse...?' 

'Brace, you son of a bitch...' 

Brace grinned at Mulder's brave words, then reached forward 
and patted him on the head. 'Easy now Mulder,' he soothed. 
'It's all up to you whether or not she gets hurt. You just 
be a good little boy and neither of you will get hurt. Don't 
y'all fight me now, and I promise ya, everything's gonna be 
ok. Just relax and enjoy what's coming.' 

'Like fuck I will.' 

'Don't push me Mulder. I mean what I say. Wanna see that 
cute little redhead of yours bleeding to death on the 
carpet? No? Of course you don't. No more than she wants to 
see you bleeding to death on her bed. That's why you're both 
gonna do exactly what I want you to do. And what I want you 
to do right now is to get up on your hands and knees.' 
Mulder at first failed to fully comprehend the implications 
of the instruction, but even when the realisation of Brace's 
immediate intentions dawned on him, he found himself unable 
to move. Seeing that his captive had made no effort to obey 
his order whatsoever, Brace suddenly roared angrily, 'GET UP 
ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, MULDER.' 

With a sinking spirit Mulder realised he had no choice but 
to believe the threats made against himself and Scully. As 
he slowly pushed himself up into a kneeling position his 
heart began to race and as he heard a zipper going down, the 
bitter, watery taste of fear was in his throat. Next came 
the soft shuffle of Brace's pants slipping to the floor, 
then the bedsprings dipped as Brace, now completely naked, 
clambered onto the bed behind him. Mulder's muscles suddenly 
tensed and the knot in his stomach tightened unbearably, 
cold sweat prickling his bare flesh. 

'Ok, Mulder,' came Brace's breathy voice. ' I'm getting 
ready for ya baby. You ready for me?' 

There was a squelching sound and Mulder resisted the urge to 
peer round, to strain his neck in an attempt to see what 
Brace was doing. He believed his best guess to be bad enough 
bad enough, without actually seeing. His fears were 
confirmed when he felt the cheeks of his ass being prised 
apart and then a finger, slippery with cold lubricant, being 
pressed against his anus. Mulder bit his lips hard to keep 
himself from crying out in disgust. He wanted to shout, to 
yell, to tell the dirty motherfucker to keep his Goddamn 
filthy pervert hands to himself. But for Scully's sake he 
didn't. He breathed deeply through his nose, willing himself 
to relax, trying to blank out the bed beneath him, the room, 
the tightness of the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, but 
most of all the sensation of Brace's finger penetrating his 
asshole. He held his breath, fighting the rising tide of 
nausea, aware that his whole body was painfully tensed but 
finding it impossible to relax. As the finger probed him, 
sliding deep inside his rectum he could contain himself no 
longer. 

'No, please,' he blurted out, 'Brace, for God's sake, no, 
don't!' He twisted away, clenching his butt muscles tightly 
together, trying to squirm his ass away from the invading, 
probing finger. An orange sunburst of light suddenly 
obliterated his vision as Brace's fist came down hard on the 
back of his skull, then everything greyed. He felt himself 
sinking into merciful darkness, welcoming it, embracing it, 
sinking down into the velvety depths of unconsciousness. 

But all too soon the harsh lights of reality were rushing 
back to meet him. It had been only a brief moment of escape 
and he was still here, in Scully's bedroom, tied to her bed, 
his legs still spread. With difficulty he twisted his neck 
to check on Scully. With deep dismay he realised his protest 
had caused Brace to deal her a blow whilst he'd lain in a 
daze. There was now a red mark on the right side of her face 
and a thin line of blood trickled from her left nostril. 
Worse than that, Brace now stood over her, the barrel of 
Mulder's service weapon pressed hard against her right 
temple, his finger curled tightly around the trigger. 

Mulder cautiously absorbed the terrible sight of his 
partner's pain and fear; saw the terror in her eyes that now 
shone with bright tears. 'I'm sorry Scully,' his eyes were 
saying as she met his beseeching gaze. She bravely tried to 
send back the message that it was okay, whatever he did she 
would understand; she wouldn't blame him for anything. Brace 
tightened his grip on the pistol's trigger and now that he 
was sure Mulder was conscious and fully aware he spoke in a 
menacing tone. 

'Ok, Mulder, it's your call. You can play ball with me or 
you both get your brains splattered. Either way I get to 
fuck you, so don't think I care.' He stared with cold, cruel 
blue eyes into Mulder's scared hazel ones. 'So which is it?' 
he sneered threateningly. 'Shall I kill her now or what?' 

Mulder shook his head, a strangled, 'No,' escaping from his 
throat, suddenly crushed by a sense of his own helpless 
vulnerability, and his overwhelming fear for them both. 

'Okay, so you're gonna be a good little boy and make it nice 
for Daddy, right Foxy? 'Cos Daddy wants you to play nice, 
baby.' There was a slight pause, then after a nervous glance 
at Scully, Mulder nodded with an almost imperceptible 
movement of his head. A single tear escaped form the corner 
of his left eye, sliding slowly down his cheek, and Brace 
watched its journey with a satisfied smile etched onto his 
full-lipped mouth. He then released his pincer grip on 
Scully's shoulder and moved eagerly back towards the bed. He 
reached out, lightly trailing his fingers over Mulder's 
tense body, across his smooth shoulders, sweeping down the 
curve of his back to his buttocks, where he began to knead 
the flesh there between his fingers and thumb. 'Ohhh,' he 
sighed, leaning over Mulder's lean frame, drinking in the 
musky aroma of his captive's scared sweat. 'Your skin is so 
sweet Fox, so baby soft.' He continued caressing Mulder's 
body, delighting in the sharp definition of the tensed 
muscles. 'Hey relax, Mulder, enjoy! This is going to be fun, 
I promise.' Sliding his fingers down the crack of Mulder's 
ass as he spoke, he once again found the tight anus and 
resumed his probing, inserting first one, then two fingers 
deep inside the hot rectum, his face a mask of ecstasy as he 
squirmed his slimy fingers in and out. 

'Oww, that hurts,' Mulder whined. 'Brace, stop, please. 
Aahh, stop it.' 

Mulder turned to Scully, his eyes pain-filled as he looked 
into her scared, yet sympathetic expression. She felt 
despair wash over her, and as she met Mulder's eyes she was 
overwhelmed by the tortured humiliation she witnessed there. 
He held her gaze briefly but let his eyes slide away from 
her face after a few seconds. Her heart contracted painfully 
as she saw his skin suddenly grow hot, the sudden rush of 
blood signifying his sense of total humiliation and marring 
his handsome features. She too averted her eyes, wanting to 
spare him the humiliation of knowing she was witnessing 
every detail of his assault. Within seconds, however, her 
eyes reluctantly dragged themselves back to the two naked 
men on the bed before her. With a sense of mounting horror 
and yet at the same time morbidly fascinated, she watched as 
Brace pulled his sticky fingers out of Mulder's ass. As soon 
as he did so, Mulder slumped forward, burying his face in 
the white cotton pillowcase, trying desperately not to cry. 
Behind him on the bed Brace began to apply more lubricant 
from the tube to his thick erect shaft, skilfully coating it 
from hairy root to swollen tip, obviously wanting to ensure 
his entry was a smooth and comfortable one. When Brace had 
fully prepared himself he spoke in a husky voice, full of 
lust for the naked FBI agent on the bed. 

'Okay Mulder, back up on your knees for me baby. Come on 
now.' 

Mulder swallowed hard and shook his head, squeezing his eyes 
tightly shut. 'I can't,' he mumbled, more to himself than to 
Brace, his voice saturated with misery. 'I can't. I can't do 
it.' 

'Sure you can, come on now, up you go.' 

Mulder recoiled as he felt Brace's greasy hands sliding over 
his butt then under his hips, and cowered as Brace angrily 
repeated his order. 'Get up, Mulder, or I'll kill that 
red-headed bitch, I swear.' Slowly, very reluctantly, Mulder 
pushed himself back up onto his hands and knees. He tried 
once more to concentrate on his breathing. In, out. In, out. 
Brace watched him, a lustful grin on his face. 'Spread your 
legs,' he commanded. 

Mulder couldn't help risking a glance at Scully. He could 
see the horror etched on her face, and knew instinctively 
that she was blaming herself for what was about to happen. 
'It's okay,' he mouthed, wanting to reassure her, but the 
lie provided no comfort to either Scully or himself. He felt 
like he was going to vomit. His head whirled dizzily, and 
his stomach churned with dread and fear. He heard Brace's 
harsh voice snarl again. 

'I said spread 'em.' 

Gritting his teeth, Mulder shuffled his knees apart, then 
grimaced when he felt the bedsprings dip once again as Brace 
approached him from the rear. Scully began to pray inside 
her head as she gazed in horror at Brace's erection which 
stuck out from his dark triangle of pubic hair, a huge 
bobbing pole of solid flesh with prominent veins and the 
foreskin peeled back to reveal a large bulbous head. Mulder 
shuddered as he felt Brace pushing and prodding behind him, 
feeling his thighs trembling as once more Brace's thumbs 
spread his cheeks and again had to fight the urge to vomit. 
Despite the heat in the room, he shivered as he felt the 
head of Brace's cock brush against him, its hot slippery tip 
being expertly positioned prior to penetration. He felt the 
heat of Brace's swollen penis pressing hard against his 
anus, then his attacker bore down on him, slowly at first, 
but with a growing force and urgency. Mulder felt an 
unbearable pressure and intense burning as his anus was 
stretched wide and forced to accommodate the moist fleshy 
heat of the invading penis. With his eyes tightly squeezed 
shut and his fists clenched, he moaned to himself then 
repeatedly began to whisper a hushed mantra of self-denial, 
'Please no, oh no, oh God no.' The burning sensation 
suddenly gave way to an intense searing agony as Brace's 
thick head penetrated him, and he let out a strangled sob. 

Brace was grunting loudly, his ugly features twisted with 
pleasure as his swollen cock slowly forced its way into the 
slippery heat of Mulder's rectum. 'Mmmm, yeah,' he moaned. 
'So good, Mulder, so fucking tight.' 

Mulder couldn't believe how huge Brace's cock felt as it 
pushed into him, opening him up. 'No, please,' he cried, 
'please stop. Uhhh, I can't take it, I can't.' He began to 
sob, a terrible sound bringing Scully's anguished heart into 
her throat, making it a ragged lump that threatened to choke 
her. She watched Mulder's shoulders shaking as he wept, her 
expression a mask of sorrow and helplessness. She so much 
wanted to halt his torture, to kill the bastard who was 
inflicting it, and then to take Mulder in her arms, hold him 
close and whisper soft words of comfort in his ear. Instead 
she stared in horror at the sickening sight of Brace's huge, 
glistening penis disappearing up into Mulder's rectum as he 
slowly penetrated her partner. 

'Uhh, it hurts,' Mulder cried out, trying to twist himself 
away from the painful intrusion, despite Brace's warnings 
about what might happen if he resisted. 'You're hurting me. 
Stop, please. Ohh, fuck, that hurts.' 

Brace ignored him and continued applying the pressure, 
grabbing hold of the Mulder's hips, planting his own knees 
firmly on the surface of the bed and leaning back for extra 
leverage. 

Eventually Mulder's tearful complaining began to irritate 
Brace. 'Shut the fuck up,' he snarled, leaning forward and 
delivering a fisted blow to Mulder's right kidney. 'Either 
keep quiet or the bitch gets it.' 

Mulder cried out in pain then bit down hard on his lower 
lip, focusing his mind on the pain in his back where Brace 
had struck him, trying to deflect his mind away from the 
pain he was experiencing in his backside. Still choking back 
his tears he summoned all his strength and forced himself to 
breathe slowly and deeply. That did help to calm him a 
little but there was nothing he could do to rid his body, or 
his mind, of the painful sensation of Brace's stiff hot 
penis advancing mercilessly up into his bowels.

Scully watched reluctantly, anxiously scrutinising Mulder, 
wishing desperately there was something she could do to stop 
this outrageous assault on her partner. She raked her eyes 
up and down his body, noting everything from the sweat that 
soaked his hair at the nape of his neck to the angry red 
marks on the skin of his wrists and ankles, caused by the 
chafing of the tight leather cuffs. After the tortuous sound 
of his loud sobbing, his silence almost seemed worse. He now 
knelt steadfastly on the bed with his elbows and knees 
locked in position and thighs splayed. Only his ribcage 
moved as he panted softly, trying to ease the pain by 
controlling his breathing. She believed he now knew there 
was no escape, knew that however painful, however degrading 
this assault, his obedient compliance provided the best 
chance of survival for both of them. Her heart suddenly 
lurched painfully as she realised with gratitude and deep 
felt pity that for both their sakes, Mulder now seemed 
resigned to his fate. 

Scully swallowed with difficulty, blinking back the bright 
tears, which threatened to spill down her cheeks. She winced 
when Mulder yelped in pain as Brace pushed relentlessly 
forward. He ground forcefully into the FBI agent, burying 
his erection deeper and deeper, sighing with pleasure on 
feeling the soft fleshy mounds of Mulder's buttocks pressing 
tantalising against his balls. 

'Oh, Mulder, Mulder baby,' he moaned ecstatically as he felt 
his cock being sucked in by Mulder's tight virginal passage. 
'Oh you're so hot, so tight.' 

Mulder's face was now hot and slick, his hair darkened by 
sweat and plastered to his forehead. His eyes were tightly 
scrunched and he chewed fiercely on his lower lip, quiet 
now, apart from the tiny whimpers that he tried to catch in 
the back of his throat. During the initial onslaught he'd 
bitten his lip so hard he now tasted the bitter, metallic 
flavour of his own blood in his mouth. His ass was on fire, 
burning, burning, as Brace, his cock now gripped by the hot 
walls Mulder's rectum, began to rock his hips backwards and 
forwards, easing deeper and deeper with each inward thrust. 
Mulder moaned in pain, a deep guttural moan, which Brace 
mistook for pleasure. 

'Oh yeah,' he responded, thrusting a little harder now, 
striking up a steady rhythm. 'Oh Mulder, you're so good to 
fuck.' His hands were on Mulder's hips, eagerly pulling the 
younger man back onto his cock with each forward thrust. The 
full length of his hard thick cock was now sliding deep into 
Mulder's ass, his balls mashing against Mulder's taut flesh 
each time he thrust home. 'Feels - good - doesn't - it – 
boy?' Brace grunted, punctuating each word with a hard 
thrust and angling his cock for maximum penetration. 

Scully also closed her eyes, wanting to block out the sight 
of her partner's violation, of Brace's gratified expression 
as he sank his cock deeply over and over again into Mulder's 
rectum. She only wished she could block out the sounds too. 
The squelch each time Brace's cock plunged into Mulder's 
asshole; the slap slap of his fleshy thighs hitting 
Mulder's; the obscene animalistic grunts which he made with 
each inward stroke. But most of all, she wished she could 
block out the low muffled sound, barely audible beneath 
Brace's heaving and grunting, of her partner, Fox Mulder, 
whimpering to himself in pain. 

Mulder had tried in vain to detach himself from what was 
happening, to shut down his conscious mind, but found there 
was no way he could escape from the sensation of having his 
ass rammed full of another man's cock, of having it thrust 
into, filled over and over again, of feeling his rectal 
muscles tightly clamped around another man's thrusting 
penis, feeling it pounding into him, fucking him. He tried 
again to breathe deeply and slowly, attempting to calm his 
rising panic and relax his knotted muscles. Maybe, he 
thought, if he could just relax his muscles a little it 
might not hurt so much. 

Brace was now sweating profusely, but oh, he was enjoying 
this. He'd always gone for younger men: most of his twelve 
victims had been in their early twenties, some barely out of 
their teens, but for an older guy, God, Mulder's velvety ass 
was sweet. He thrust into it repeatedly with fierce fast 
thrusts, slamming into it as hard as he could, enjoying the 
violence of his fucking, his total control over the man 
who'd blighted his life and stolen his pleasure. Then, 
feeling his orgasm building more quickly than he'd expected, 
he eased off a little, wanting to prolong the intense 
pleasure of this long-awaited fuck. He sank his cock in 
deeply, groaning with pleasure as his balls squashed up 
against Mulder's ass. He then began pulling his cock back 
several inches ever so slowly before slamming it back in 
hard, repeating the action over and over again. 

'How does it feel to have my dick in your ass, Mulder?' 
Brace panted, smoothing his right hand over the taut skin of 
his victim's buttocks. 'You like the way I fuck you? Do you, 
baby? I sure like to fuck you. Your ass is like a liquid 
fire, squeezing my cock.' He again withdrew from Mulder's 
rectum slowly until just the tip of his cock still nestled 
inside the delicious slick warmth, then he rammed himself 
back in, his body slamming against the man beneath him, 
causing Mulder to almost lose his balance. 

After a few minutes of this Mulder was absolutely horrified 
to feel that during the long slow outward pull he began to 
anticipate the hard inward thrust that followed with 
something almost akin to pleasure. Although his mind was 
repulsed and immediately rejected the idea, he nevertheless 
found himself becoming more and more aroused. There was now 
relatively little pain, and another sensation was beginning 
to dominate instead: that of his own cock beginning to 
harden. He suddenly cried out involuntarily as Brace's 
thrusting cock hit his prostrate gland one, two, three 
times, and Brace, sensing a change in Mulder's responses, 
pressed his fingers under Mulder's hips, lifting the younger 
man's ass up, tilting his pelvis and angling it to meet his 
own eager thrusting, wanting to stroke the man's prostrate 
again and again and make him cry out like that some more. 

'Oh Fox,' he crowed, 'it's so good, so fucking good. You're 
feeling it too, I know you are.' 

As if in reply, Mulder let out another low moan, although 
this time not in pain. Despite himself, despite his rage and 
humiliation, the huge cock thrusting in and out of his ass 
had begun to feel very different. He couldn't help himself, 
couldn't stop himself from feeling an intense, excited 
pleasure, and he instinctively started trying to push his 
ass back to meet Brace's zealous ramming, effectively 
opening himself up to meet the other man's invasive thrusts. 
Vaguely in his mind there hung the realisation that Scully 
was there, she was watching him, his rape, his degradation, 
and yet he was now starting to enjoy it. 

'No, no, not enjoy. I'm could never enjoy this,' his 
anguished mind protested, but as Brace's cock slammed into 
him once more, he was shamefully aware that from her 
position at the side of the bed Scully would have been able 
to see how his cock had begun to swell and harden. His heart 
sank: God only knew what she would think of him. He glanced 
down at himself, shocked, disgusted, but also perversely 
excited to see his penis now fully erect, its swollen length 
smacking up against his belly as Brace's thrusting rocked 
him back and forth. The conflicting emotions raged within 
his tortured mind: he wasn't really enjoying it, was he? How 
could he? He was being raped. A man, a criminal, a sex 
offender and murderer was fucking him, fucking his ass hard 
and fast and deep. RAPING him. 

But somewhere in all that horror and humiliation there was 
definitely pleasure. Mulder felt an irresistible urge to 
touch his own cock, to reach down and squeeze and stroke it, 
to slide his fist up and down its length and quickly provide 
a release for the tension that now ached painfully in his 
engorged penis and swollen testicles. He tugged helplessly 
on the bonds which tightly secured his wrists to the 
bedposts, feeling the cool air gently caressing the swollen 
head of his bloated cock as each pounding thrust from Brace 
slammed into his body. No, there was definitely no pain now, 
and each stabbing thrust, each time Brace's cock slid hard 
and deep, each time it hit his prostrate, he only felt 
intense physical pleasure. 

Scully was fully aware of the way in which Mulder was now 
responding to Brace's assault and she couldn't help staring 
at Mulder's erection, which was now clearly visible from 
where she sat. It was long, thick and flushed a dark red, 
and it swayed and bobbed beneath him as each new thrust 
rocked his body. She could hear his soft cries and though 
tears still streaked his face, she instinctively knew that 
his low moans no longer signified pain. Part of her was glad 
that her partner no longer seemed to be suffering such 
intense physical pain, but the other part wondered how 
likely it was that Mulder would be able to recover mentally 
from this ordeal. She knew that biologically a man could 
become aroused simply by the physical stimulus of his anus, 
rectum and prostrate gland and derive sexual gratification 
from it, even under duress, and it was well documented that 
male rape victims sometimes reached orgasm during their 
assaults. She also knew that victims often ending up 
believing that they had possibly secretly desired, even 
encouraged, the rape because of the way they'd responded to 
the physical stimulation during their attack, even though 
mentally they had been utterly disgusted and humiliated by 
what had happened. She knew that Mulder knew that too, but 
her fear now lay in the fact that there was a world of 
difference between simply knowing about someone else's 
ordeal and actually living through one yourself. 

As Brace grew closer to orgasm he began to pant. His grunts 
became louder, although they were now matched by Mulder's 
own moans, and he bent over his captive, pressing his weight 
down onto the younger man's back, rocking against him, 
thrusting deeply into him, loving the slick heat of Mulder's 
delicious tight hole gripping his cock. 

'Mulder,' he panted, 'your ass is so hot, man, so fucking 
hot. I'm gonna come soon, baby, how 'bout you?' Mulder only 
grunted loudly as Brace's cock slammed back into him. His 
elbows seemed to give way and he dropped down onto his 
forearms, leaning his head forward and resting it on the 
backs of his hands. Scully saw his fingers curl, gripping 
the rumpled sheets beneath his hands, his knuckles white. 
Brace reached his arms around Mulder's waist, hugging him 
tightly, humping against him, into him, pumping vigorously. 
Suddenly he was feeling frantically for Mulder's cock, and 
finding its swollen length he took it into his sweaty fist 
and began to pump it with his hand in steady time and rhythm 
with his own thrusting. He felt his climax building, 
building, building, then cried out as he began to come, his 
semen spurting up Mulder's slick passage and deep into his 
bowels. His ecstatic groans were loud and all but failed to 
mask Mulder's own cry of, 'Uh, uh, uh, uhhhh, God, ' as his 
own semen suddenly spurted from his swollen cock, spraying 
onto Scully's bed. Brace still clung to Mulder, his arms 
wrapped tightly around him, embracing him in a vice-like 
grip, revelling in the sensation created by the rhythmic 
muscular contractions of Mulder's orgasm on his cock. He 
continued to pump in Mulder's ass, ensuring that the sucking 
pull of the slick passage milked him of every last drop. 
Eventually he eased off and both men slumped down panting, 
Brace's body lying heavily on Mulder's, the sweat slick 
between them. Brace lay there panting, and then turned to 
Scully with a face-splitting grin. She reluctantly locked 
eyes with him, hers seething with hatred for what he'd done 
to her partner, his swimming with pure, unadulterated 
pleasure. 

'You're just jealous, bitch!' he suddenly spat at her, 
reading the venom she directed at him in her furrowed brow 
and darkened eyes. 'Did you see him shoot his load, Red? Did 
you see him? When I was shooting up his ass, he was shooting 
in mid-air. So fucking cool!' He loosened his bear hug on 
Mulder and pushed himself up onto his hands. 'Mulder, you 
wanna know something, man?' he crowed as he withdrew his 
softening penis from Mulder's anus and heaved himself up and 
off the bed. 'After all these years I'd forgotten what a 
virgin ass could feel like. Yours was sweet, man. A real 
tight fuck.' He threw a triumphant look at Scully before 
turning back to Mulder. 'You are such a hot fuck, Mulder, 
and your little bitch is so jealous! 

There was no reply from Mulder. His shoulders juddered he 
suddenly began to sob into the bedspread, suddenly and 
totally shocked by his response to Brace's assault. Now that 
the physical stimulation had ended his rational mind took 
over, and with it came an intense burning shame. He was so 
ashamed, his humiliation so complete. He'd been raped, had 
his ass fucked, and he'd enjoyed it! He must have done. He'd 
come hadn't he? His own sticky mess beneath him confirmed 
it. The intense pleasure he'd felt as Brace's cock pounded 
in and out of his ass, fucking him harder and harder, had 
betrayed him. His ass had been fucked and he'd been erect, 
his own cock hard and stiff. He'd sprayed Scully's bed with 
his own semen as a murderer's semen had spurted up his ass. 
Suddenly he tasted a bitter, sour flavour as vomit rose in 
his throat. He was disgusted with himself. What had happened 
to him, the pleasure he'd felt whilst it was being done to 
him, had been degrading and disgusting. *He* was disgusting. 
Sickened by the sensation of Brace's semen oozing from his 
battered anus, even more so by the warm stickiness of his 
own sperm coating his belly, Mulder continued to weep, a 
desolate, heart-rending choking sound that ripped from his 
throat and shredded Scully's heart. 

Brace stared at the sobbing man on the bed, his eyes 
heavy-lidded, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his 
lips. He took great pleasure in noting Mulder's dilated anus 
was still oozing a sticky mixture of lubricant, semen and a 
little blood. 'I must've cut ya, Fox,' he grinned. 'Sorry 
about that.' Might make you a little sore the next time.' He 
sniggered to himself as he left the room. 

Less than a minute later, Scully could hear him crashing 
about in her kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards and 
cursing as he examined the contents of her refrigerator. If 
only she didn't have this stupid gag in her mouth! She so 
wished to speak to Mulder, to say something, anything, to 
ease his mental pain, if not the physical. But it was no 
use. The gag was tight, her mouth stretched around the hard 
ball. Again she tested her bonds, knowing that it was 
useless. Mulder had again ceased crying and now he didn't 
move, didn't make a sound, only lay absolutely still and 
silent. Scully breathed in the horrified silence, her heart 
pounding, her nostrils flaring at the hot stink of sex and 
sweat in the room. 

Suddenly Brace kicked the door open again and bounded into 
the room. 'That's better!' he grinned enthusiastically. 'Fed 
and watered and raring to go.' He approached Mulder and, 
grabbing a handful of his hair, pulled his head up sharply. 
Mulder winced but kept his eyes averted. 'How ya doin' bud?' 
Brace enthused. 'Ready for some more?' A sudden muffled cry 
behind him made him turn round, his expression momentarily 
puzzled. Scully was straining against her cuffs, her mouth 
working around the ball gag stuffed between her teeth, her 
words distorted behind it. 

'Hey Red, what's the matter?' Brace asked with mock concern. 
'Got something to say?' He released Mulder's hair, 
carelessly allowing his head to fall back onto the pillow, 
then crossed quickly towards her. She flinched as his hands 
came down towards her face, but he reached behind her and 
deftly unbuckled the leather fastening behind her head. As 
the ball gag fell away, she gasped a little as the fresh air 
invigorated and also irritated her dry throat. She then 
spoke hoarsely, her voice hardly above a whisper, not her 
usual crisp, confident tone at all. 

'Please,' she begged fervently, 'please don't hurt him 
anymore.' 

'Don't hurt him!' The man suddenly guffawed, loudly and 
without humour. His dark eyes glittered dangerously. 'Don't 
you think he hurt me? Eh? All those years locked away, 
slammed up by a sly young Fox. Oh I won't hurt him, oh, 
no....' He crossed swiftly to Mulder who had turned 
anxiously to face the noise. 'I'll just smash his fucking 
face in,' he shouted, then punched Mulder viciously twice in 
the face. Mulder barely had time to react. The first blow 
brought a fountain of blood spraying from his nose, the 
second struck him squarely on the jaw, and was hard enough 
to knock him unconscious. 

Brace stood back panting and grinning, nursing his bruised 
fingers, his knuckles spattered with Mulder's blood 'See 
what you made me do, you stupid bitch,' he spat at Scully. 
'Is that what you wanted? Is it?' 

'No,' she cried back. 'Of course not!' It was Scully's turn 
to cry now. Her face crumpled and the tears overflowed and 
coursed down her cheeks. 'Please,' she begged, her eyes now 
downcast to the floor, 'please, just stop hurting him.' 

Brace's face suddenly split in two in a huge maniacal grin. 
'Oh, I get it! That stuff that I said before, about you 
being his girlfriend. It was true, wasn't it? Ha!' He moved 
towards her and bent over her, stopping his nose just a few 
inches from hers. 'Well, don't you worry yourself none, 
pretty lady, 'cos I got this fella's number. Didn't you hear 
him when I was up his ass, fucking him good style? Didn't 
you hear him a-sighing and a-moaning? He loved it, lady, he 
fucking loved it. Bet he never comes like that when you fuck 
him!' 

Scully just didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. 
She didn't want to risk Brace's temper again. There was no 
knowing what he might do. 

'Now,' Brace was saying. He was huffing as he bent over, 
busy retrieving something from under the bed. 'You be a good 
girl and I'll leave that horrible old gag off, okay? But if 
you start yelling some, I'll maybe get so angry I'll shoot 
your boyfriend's head right off. I mean it, little sister. 
You gonna be good for me now?' 

Scully knew she had no choice. She nodded miserably and 
watched as Brace pulled several lengths of metal chain from 
a holdall beneath her bed. He unbuckled Mulder's cuffs and 
rolled the unconscious man over onto his back, then 
refastened the leather straps and chains, ignoring the angry 
blistered skin around Mulder's wrists and ankles. He added 
additional straps to Mulder's knees, fastening them with 
metal rods to the wrists straps. When he was finished 
Mulder's knees were drawn up and his thighs spread wide, 
leaving his anus fully exposed and easily accessible.

Scully couldn't contain herself, despite the warnings about 
the gag. 'You're sick,' she said contemptuously. She glared 
at Brace, unable to conceal her opinions despite his warning 
about the gag. He nodded towards the gun, which still lay at 
the bottom of the bed. 

'Don't test me, Red,' he warned. 'Just watch, and keep 
quiet.' He then examined the chains and cuffs, and when he 
was sure everything was secure, began yet again to slap 
Mulder's face, ignoring the blood that congealed beneath his 
nose and coated his chin. 'C'mon Mulder. I need you awake 
for this man. C'mon.' He looked annoyed when there was no 
response from Mulder, then shrugged and loped off into 
Scully's bathroom. She heard him running the faucet then he 
emerged with a glass full of water, which he threw violently 
into Mulder's face. Mulder was suddenly conscious, 
spluttering, shaking his head like a dog. Full awareness 
eventually returned and with it came first the misery of 
realising Brace was standing over him, and then pain in 
almost every part of his body. The muscles in his arms and 
legs ached, his face was throbbing, especially his nose, and 
there was a dull ache in his lower back where Brace's fist 
had struck his kidney. But worst of all there was a fiery 
pain burning in his ass. He fearfully looked up and was 
horrified to see Brace's grinning face floating there like a 
freaky Halloween mask. 

'Yo, Fox, my man! Welcome back. You ready to party?' 

Without waiting for a reply he turned to Scully. 'Okay, 
little darlin', this is where you get to show me what you 
can do. He's your boyfriend, right?' 

Scully stared at him warily as he once again approached her. 
To her surprise, he proceeded to unbuckle the cuffs that 
bound her wrists tightly together. He did this one-handed, 
the other held the gun, which he kept pointed in her face. 
When she was free he gave her a minute to rub her numb 
wrists and ankles. 

'Okay,' he said, leering at her. 'Let's see you do what I 
did. Make the bastard come.' 

'What?' Scully couldn't believe what she was hearing. Out of 
the corner of her eye she saw Mulder's expression suddenly 
change. His face was bruised and bloody but she could read 
the horror on is face. 

'I want you to suck him dry, little sister. Go to it baby. 
I'm just gonna sit right over here and watch the show.' He 
reached out and pulled the wicker chair over to the head of 
the bed and sat down. The gun was now pointed right at 
Mulder's head and Scully saw his eyes flick nervously to the 
side before returning to rest on her own wide-eyed stare. 

'I…I can't,' Scully stammered. She swallowed and looked 
steadily into Mulder's eyes. He gazed solemnly back at her. 
'I mean, we don't…we haven't…' She looked Brace defiantly in 
the eye. 'We don't have that kind of a relationship,' she 
concluded. 

Brace snorted. 'I don't give a fuck what sort of 
relationship you have,' he scoffed. I'm taking time out and 
I want to see you to suck him. So get sucking.' 

'Please don't make us do this,' Scully pleaded earnestly. 
'Please. You've got what you came for.' She gestured towards 
Mulder, who lay on the bed miserably with his legs spread 
wide apart, knowing that Scully would be able to see the 
semen he could still feel oozing from his anus. He squeezed 
his eyes tightly closed, shame once again causing his cheeks 
to flush as he saw her glance between his parted thighs. 
'Mulder needs medical treatment,' she continued reasonably. 
'He's bleeding, and he may have a concussion. I think he may 
need internal stitches too.' 

Brace's response was to cock the gun and press it once more 
to Mulder's temple. 

'Well, if the fun's over then I ain't got no choice, 
sister,' he commented. 'Gonna have to kill this fucker.' He 
tightened his finger on the trigger. 

'NO!' Scully screamed out. 'Please.' Tears suddenly welled 
up in her eyes and began to run down her face. 'I'll do it,' 
she sobbed. 'I'll do it if you promise to let us go 
afterwards.' 

Brace grinned his mirthless grin. 'Okay, deal, he said 
coldly. 'So get sucking.' 

Scully scrubbed her hand over her eyes, wiping away the 
tears, and then she took a deep breath and approached the 
bottom of the bed. Very carefully and purposefully she knelt 
down between Mulder's legs. 

'Scully,' Mulder protested, his voice thick with emotion, 
tears shining brightly in the corners of his eyes. 'You 
don't have to do this, you…..' 

'It's okay, Mulder,' she interrupted. 'Really, it's okay.' 
Her voice was tremulous but her expression was suddenly 
determined. 'You just relax, okay?' She tried to smile at 
him but her lips trembled, spoiling the effect. 

'Aww, how sweet!' Brace interjected. 

'Shut up,' Mulder yelled at him fiercely, struggling against 
the chains. 'Just shut up!' 

Brace raised his fist menacingly. 'I'll fucking shut you up 
you fucking runt.' 

'Please,' came Scully's voice, rather too loudly. 'Both of 
you, be quiet. Do you want me to do this or not?' They both 
turned to stare at Scully, her firm voice effectively 
silencing them both. 

'Sure,' grinned Brace. 'Go ahead, sweetheart.' 

Mulder tried to protest. 'Scully…' he began, but she placed 
her finger to her lips. 

'Shh,' she whispered, again bravely trying to smile. 

She then took another deep breath and reached deliberately 
for Mulder's limp cock, taking it firmly but gently into the 
palm of her hand. She caressed it carefully, feeling its 
weight and warmth, and then slowly she began to tease its 
head with her fingers, tracing tiny patterns with her nails 
over the surface of his skin. She heard Mulder gasp at her 
touch, and as his penis began to stiffen, she encircled its 
girth with her fingers and began to slide her hand slowly up 
and down the length of his shaft as it grew. Mulder couldn't 
help groaning, her tender touch so comforting after Brace's 
rough treatment. 'Sculleee…' he whispered, her name deep in 
his throat. She felt his cock continue to swell and harden 
beneath her probing fingers and, leaning forward, she 
suddenly pressed the tip of her tongue gently against his 
testicles and began to lick him there, her tongue moving in 
tiny wet circles. 

'Oh God,' she heard him moan. 'Oh that's so good.' She heard 
a gasp from Brace's direction too, and glancing up at him 
was repulsed to see that he was now holding his own cock in 
his hand, stroking and tugging on it as he watched her tease 
Mulder's cock. Trying to push all thoughts of him out of her 
mind she watched Mulder instead. His eyes were closed and 
his head thrown back. He kept thrusting his hips upwards 
towards her, moaning deep in his throat, the pleasure 
seemingly almost too much for him to bear, and she was 
suddenly and fiercely glad she could do this for him. She 
knelt up and leant forward, parting her lips, lightly 
pressing them to the head of Mulder's bulging penis. 
Reaching out with her hands, caressing the silky hairs on 
his stomach and thighs, she then pushed downwards with her 
mouth, feeling the heat of his swollen cock as it passed 
over her lips. 

Mulder couldn't believe how good it felt. He opened his eyes 
and looked down between his legs, amazed to see his cock 
slowly disappearing into the moist heat of Scully's mouth. 
He could feel her tongue swirling around, could feel her 
small hands gently sliding up and down his shaft and 
caressing his balls, stroking his stomach, his thighs and 
his ass. He couldn't help moaning, couldn't help thrusting 
his cock up against her soft moist lips. 

Sensing his pleasure, she began to suck him, gently at first 
then gradually harder and harder. She sucked him into her 
throat, her lips pressed tightly around his thick shaft, 
then began to slide her mouth up and down whilst maintaining 
the pressure on his thick shaft with her left hand. She 
slowly but steadily increased the speed and pressure until 
her head was bobbing up and down faster and faster, her hand 
keeping time with the rhythm of her mouth. Mulder was 
moaning and groaning, pushing his hips up to meet the 
sucking pull of Scully's hot wet mouth, the chains rattling 
as he writhed from side to side. He began to pant loudly, 
and sensing he was very close, she increased the speed and 
the pressure, his cock now flashing in and out of her mouth, 
her other hand alternately cradling his balls and firmly 
stroking them upwards. 

Brace watched intently, his eyes half-closed, thrilling to 
the sight before him, his hand tightly encircled around his 
own meaty cock as he tugged on its swollen end. He saw 
Mulder buck his hips up wildly, heard him frantically 
gasping, 'Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah' as his balls drew up 
tightly around the base of his cock and his semen began to 
flood in rhythmic spurts out of his cock and into Scully's 
mouth. She felt the hot fluid hit her tongue and she gulped, 
swallowing it down, sucking it in, tasting its bittersweet 
saltiness as it slid down her throat. 

With a roar Brace was on his feet and grabbing Scully by the 
shoulders. He violently wrenched her small form from between 
Mulder's thighs and threw her away against the wall, where 
she hit her head with a sickening thud and crumpled to the 
floor. Mulder's eyes flew open as Scully's warmth left him, 
horrified to see Brace standing and panting between his open 
legs. After a cursory glance at Scully to check she was out 
cold, Brace bent over Mulder, roughly pushing and shoving 
with his cock between the cheeks of his ass, frantic to find 
Mulder's opening once more, and before Mulder knew what was 
happening he felt a sharp jabbing pain suddenly pierce his 
backside. He tried to struggle but it was virtually 
impossible to move with Brace's weight pressed hard against 
his stomach and chest. He turned his face away, sickened by 
Brace's sour breath panting in his face, then cried out as 
the pain suddenly intensified when Brace's huge stiff penis 
fully penetrated his anus for the second time. As Brace 
rammed his cock hard into Mulder's weeping rectum, Mulder 
began to scream. Although his hole was still dilated and his 
stretched muscles this time offered little resistance, the 
tissues and membranes inside his rectum were swollen and 
inflamed, and the pain, an intense burning and biting, was 
suddenly unbearable. Brace slapped his hand over Mulder's 
mouth to stifle his screams as he drove deeply into him, 
feeling his victim's rectal muscles flexing involuntarily as 
they tried to expel the invader. Once again he was pumping 
vigorously into Mulder's juicy asshole, loving the tightness 
of the slick passage, enjoying the closeness of Mulder's 
taut flesh rubbing against his own. 

This time Mulder was in absolute agony. He squirmed beneath 
his attacker, the heel of Brace's brutal hand still pressed 
hard on his mouth, his face screwed up in pain. As Brace 
drilled into him he cried out, his screams muffled against 
Brace's hand, tears streaking from his eyes. There was no 
sexual pleasure for him this time, no matter how hated and 
unwanted it had been previously. This attack was too 
violent, too brutal, the thrusts too deep and hard. 

Eventually, thankfully, Mulder heard Brace begin to grunt in 
a way that he now knew meant his attacker was about to come. 
Brace was stabbing himself fiercely into Mulder asshole, 
thrusting his hips violently, his iron hand still clamped 
brutally over Mulder's tender mouth. Mulder was still 
writhing, although weakly now, still fighting, trying in 
vain to resist the assault. Then, with three or four deep 
agonising thrusts, Brace delivered his semen into Mulder's 
bruised rectum, crying out in ecstasy and triumph, immersed 
totally in his sense of supreme power over his fellow man. 
Having spent his energy and his come, Brace then collapsed 
heavily onto Mulder, panting with the effort of his 
exertions. 

Mulder lay frozen, afraid to move, terrified of what Brace 
had in store for them both next. He closed his eyes tightly, 
willing the sour stink of Brace's breath to disappear, 
fighting the nausea, overwhelmed by the biting pain in his 
rectum and his terrified fear for Scully. He winced as 
Brace's penis slithered out of his body, pulling miserably 
on his chains, wanting to draw his legs up, to pull his 
whole body up into a tight ball, to seek comfort for his 
tortured mind and battered body. Then once again, blessedly, 
he was groping his way in the velvety blackness as the light 
in Scully's bedroom faded away and he sank down and down 
into the welcoming dark.

Brace chortled to himself as he stood beside the bed, 
pointing the loaded gun right at Mulder, aiming directly 
between the unconscious man's eyes. 'How was it for you, 
honey?' he purred before once again bursting into crazy 
laughter. He watched Mulder through slitted eyes. Mulder's 
hands hung limply in their shackles and the hair that 
usually flopped boyishly onto his forehead stuck grimly to 
his sweat. Brace knew that Mulder was out cold, but 
nevertheless continued to talk to him as he wiped the sticky 
messes from his genitals on Mulder's discarded shirt, then 
proceeded to dress himself. 

'What's the matter boy? Cat gotcha tongue?' Brace taunted. 
He walked around the bed and surveyed the damage; seeing 
that Mulder was now haemorrhaging quite badly and that the 
sheets beneath him were a sticky mess of blood and semen. 

'Ooh, Fox, that looks pretty bad. Didn't hurtya none, did I? 
Hey I sure hope not.' He grinned at Mulder as he quickly 
pulled his clothing on 'Well, listen up Fox. I sure did 
enjoy our little time here together. I guess you did to, 
huh?' He gestured to the crusty remains of the Mulder's own 
semen which had dried on his stomach. 'So I'm gonna do ya a 
little favour. I'm gonna get going, gonna leave you and the 
little lady here all alone together.' 

There was no response from either Mulder or Scully. Both lay 
still and pale, Scully on the floor where she'd fallen, 
Mulder still stretched out on his back, his thighs still 
held apart. Brace began packing his things together, though 
he maintained his grip on Mulder's gun throughout. He lifted 
Mulder's eyelids, and then seemingly satisfied with what he 
saw he released Mulder's limbs from their shackles and 
quickly stuffed the items into his bag. He picked it up and 
walked jauntily towards the door, then turned and surveyed 
the scene before him with great satisfaction. 'Good day Sir, 
Ma'am,' he grinned, as if he were a bellboy who'd just 
escorted a married couple to their hotel room. Then he 
disappeared through the door and it slammed shut behind him. 

When Scully regained consciousness around thirty minutes 
later, the silence in the room was suddenly deafening. 

'Mulder?' Scully's voice was querulous. 'Mulder, are you 
okay?' She carefully picked herself up off the floor and 
hurried as fast as she dared to Mulder's prone form on the 
bed, gasping in horror to see bright red blood staining the 
sheets beneath him, petals of deep rose red spreading slowly 
outwards. 

'Oh my God. Mulder.' 

She snatched up the phone, dialled 911 and as she gave the 
operator her details she grabbed a towel from the bathroom, 
wadded it up and pressed it between Mulder's legs. 

'Please tell them to hurry,' she begged, before throwing the 
phone down on to the bed. She rolled Mulder onto his side, 
pressing the towel between his thighs hard against the 
source of the bleeding. She heard him groan and realising he 
was coming round bent to caress his forehead, gently 
smoothing his sweaty hair away to the side. 

'Mulder, it's okay, an ambulance is on its way. It'll be 
here soon, I promise.' 

He whispered something and she bent over him. 

'Didn't hurt you, did he Scully?' he croaked, his eyes 
frightened for her. 

'No, Mulder, I'm okay,' she soothed. 'It's gonna be okay.' 
She heard the sirens approaching and relief flooded through 
her veins. 'They're here Mulder, they're gonna take care of 
you.' She scrutinized his features but he didn't respond, 
his eyes again closed, dark lashes resting pitifully on icy 
white skin. She left him briefly to admit the paramedics who 
were banging on the door, then her bedroom was suddenly 
filled with activity as the paramedics took over. 

Again she grabbed the phone and punched in Skinner's number. 
She heard the dialling tone briefly, then his brisk, terse 
answer: 'Skinner.' 

'It's me sir, Scully.' 

Immediately he knew there was something wrong. 'What is it, 
Agent Scully?' 

She resisted the urge to sob into the phone. 'Sir, it's 
Agent Mulder; they're taking him to Georgetown Memorial now. 
He's been the victim of a terrible assault.' Her voice broke 
suddenly and she felt herself sway. She grabbed hold of her 
dresser, breathing deeply before continuing. 'We're going to 
need some of our rape crisis people at the hospital, Sir. 
'They're going to need to bring a rape kit and gather 
evidence.' 

Skinner absorbed this last piece of information, and then 
paused before gently asking, 'Are you all right Agent 
Scully?' 

Scully heard the genuine concern in his voice and nearly 
burst into tears. Recognising his mistake she said, 'The 
rape kit's not for me, Sir, it's for Agent Mulder.' She 
heard Skinner breathe in sharply. 'I'm on my way. I'll meet 
you at the hospital, okay?' 

'Yes Sir, thank you Sir.' 

The paramedics were now ready to transport Mulder to the 
waiting ambulance. They had noted her own condition and 
insisted that she ride to the ambulance in a chair, and as 
she was wheeled along she looked at Mulder's still pale 
figure lying strapped to the gurney, a drip tube snaking 
along his left arm and up to the transparent bag dangling 
above him, his face all battered and bruised, and her tears 
began to flow. 

'Damn, you Albert Brace,' she said vehemently. 'Damn you to 
hell.' 

The end