Title: As High as it Goes - A Story for Elevator Week Author: Adrian D. Ives E-Mail: AdrianIves@email.msn.com Rating: 17+ BDSM Category: Scully/Other F/F Slash PWP Archiving & Cross-Posting: ScullySlash Story Archive ONLY UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES is this to be posted to Gossamer, ATXC, or ScullyFic Disclaimer: At end of file Version: 00 Friday, 14 August 1998 Summary: An elevator, Scully, a sexy Texan lady, and plenty of stern punishment. It's not just hot *outside*. * * * As High as it Goes By Adrian D. Ives : InCom Corporation : Corporate Headquarters : Durham, Texas Scully walked quickly beside Donna Durant, as they crossed the vast open expanse of the main hall. Either side of them, miniature tropical forests thrived under environmentally controlled conditions, all carefully regulated by one of InCom's incredibly sophisticated computerised Building Management Systems. When they reached the bank of elevators, Donna swiped her ID in a slot. They both looked up to the array of indicators. One of the downwards pointing arrows lit up green, and a pleasant chime sounded. They walked over to the indicated set of doors. "I sure hope you've enjoyed your stay here in Texas," said Donna, her hands straying to the simple pearl necklace that adorned her neck. "I have, as a matter of fact." Scully smiled. She allowed her eyes to follow Donna's fingertips, as they gently rolled the shiny white beads around their axis. "A little bit hotter than I'm used to, and those steaks ..." She rubbed her stomach and grinned. "Yeah, I know just what you mean." Donna patted her own stomach, and returned Scully's smile. "Us Texans sure do eat well. Hey, it was a shame your partner had to leave early." "He had some green goo to go and chase," Scully explained, completely seriously. "Say what?" The chime sounded again, slightly louder this time, and the doors slid quietly open. They stepped into the luxuriously appointed compartment, and Donna punched 86 into the control pad. Almost at once, the doors swished shut, and the elevator began to rise smoothly. Scully found it hard to take her eyes off Donna Durant. The woman's hair particularly fascinated her. Beautiful shiny blonde hair, that flowed right off her shoulders and cascaded half way down her back. Today, it was tied at the base of her neck, and at the end, by a pair of light blue ribbons, forming a sash of gold that lay seductively between her shoulder blades. She was also pretty impressed by her outfit. She wore a tight black skirt, cut just above the knees, and slit a couple of inches up the back. It accentuated the curve of her thighs and the fullness of her hips. Her loose blouse was pastel pink, with enough buttons open to reveal the top of her cleavage, and just a hint of the lacy white bra beneath. Dark stockings and heels completed a classic professional combination. Very smart, and very sexy. Scully allowed a long sigh to escape her lips. Over the last few days, she and Mulder had chased one red herring after another, in their search for some clues to the disappearance of the three Federal Communications Commission representatives. They had been attending a seminar, organised by InCom, to promote their new EX- H111 seventy gigabit fibre optic backbone technology, when they went missing from their hotel rooms, all at the same time. As senior FCC officials engaged in proposals to modernise the US Internet infrastructure, the matter of their disappearance fell under federal jurisdiction, at least that's what Skinner had said. Personally, Scully thought he was trying to get them out from under his feet, after the Michigan Mutilator fiasco. Donna was a Public Relations Officer with InCom, and she'd been assigned to be the two FBI agents' liaison throughout their stay in Durham. When the three men had eventually been found in a cheap motel, high on coke, and screwing the brains out of each other, the search was hastily called off. Within a matter of hours they were on their way back to Washington, their - tails - between their legs. Now all that Scully had to do was to collect her lap top from Donna's office, and then she could set off for the airport herself. "Can I ask you a question, Dana?" Donna's fingers had found their way back to the necklace. "Sure." "Are you seeing anyone right now?" "No, I -" For some reason they both broke into a grin at the same time. Donna's hand hovered over the control panel. "Can I ask you something else?" Still grinning, Scully rested her hands on her hips. "Sure." "How do you feel about casual sex?" The redhead hesitated only momentarily, before responding. "I want some. Now." "I was kinda hopin' you'd say that," said Donna, pressing her palm against the Emergency Stop button. The elevator came to an abrupt halt. "Is that safe?" Scully asked. Donna grinned, and started working at the top buttons of her blouse. "Damned if I know ... never tried it before." She took her ID card from her pocket and swiped in through the reader. "This'll make sure we aren't disturbed, though. I have priority override clearance for all of the building's systems." "Very useful," Scully observed. She slipped off her jacket, folded it, and laid it neatly in the corner. Her hands moved quickly to her waist, where she undid the buckle of her thin belt, and pulled it out. Without hesitation, she unzipped her pants, and began pulling them down. In just under a minute, Dana's clothes were arranged in a neat pile, and she was naked, but for the tiny cross around her neck. Donna, who had stripped down to her stockings, suspender belt, and heels, stared at the redhead with undisguised delight. "God, you were born to be naked," she observed. "You're so gorgeous." The woman's words were more aphrodisiac, more stimulus to feed and encourage the arousal that already throbbed through Scully's clit and nipples. "Are you going to talk all day, or are you going to fuck me?" "Oh, definitely the latter, Dana. Definitely the latter." Donna's hand slipped between her own damp thighs. Her fingers parted her lips and breached her entrance, sinking into her moist hole, as she pressed the flat of her palm against her clitoris. "I want those fingers in me," said Scully, staring longingly at Donna's hand as she shamelessly probed and masturbated herself. "All in good time, Dana." Donna's voice hardened a little, became darker, and just a little colder. "Did I tell you I like to play rough?" Scully shook her head. The woman's words sent another surge of excitement through her, causing her to catch her breath and shudder with anticipation. "No, but I like that." "I thought you might." Donna stepped over to Scully's pile of clothes, and picked up her belt. She rolled the buckled end tightly around her right hand, and tested the belt for suppleness, pulling it between both hands. "Turn around, and spread your arms and legs. Hands flat against the wall. I think you're familiar with the position." "Are ... are you going to beat me?" Scully asked, as she assumed the position that Donna had ordered. "I'm going to thrash your ass, Dana. Thrash you 'till your butt is red raw." "Oh, God ..." Donna drew the belt back over her head, and brought it crashing down across Scully's buttocks. The redhead screamed with shock. Bringing the belt back in the opposite direction, up from the point at which its travel had ended, Donna drew the tip of it smartly across Scully's buttocks, stinging the redhead's soft cheeks and leaving a second, deep red welt in her pale flesh. "Aaaaaah!" "I told you I like to play rough!" Donna reminded her. Again the belt came down. Slap! Slap! Slap! The blonde broke into a frenzied whipping fit, raining down blow upon blow on poor Scully's ass. Each impact caused Scully to cry out with pain, shock, and enjoyment. Donna paused to slip her hand between Dana's thighs. She slid her fingers between her swollen and sticky cunt lips. Pushed up and found her clit, fully engorged and hard like a tiny cock. Her thumb and forefinger closed around it. Squeezed and pulled it further out of its sheath. Scully cried out, surprised and delighted by the rough treatment that the Texan woman was dishing out. She loved to be taken rough. Beaten into submission. Punished like the filthy depraved little slut that she was. Donna pressed herself against her, rubbing her pubic hair against Scully's buttocks, her nipples against her sweaty back. She whispered in her ear, "You do like that, don't you?" "Beat me some more," Scully begged, "I deserve it. Beat me some more." Donna drew back, bringing the belt up for another swipe. This time she aimed lower, whipping its tip across the tops of the redhead's thighs. She delivered four swipes, in both directions - one after the other, with barely a pause between them. At the end, Scully was trembling, her legs shaking, and her heart racing as she fought to catch her breath. The Texan woman took a step back to admire her handiwork. She began unwrapping the end of the belt from around her hand. "Now, get your hands behind your back!" Meekly, Scully did as she was told. Donna moved quickly to loop the belt around the woman's wrists. She pulled it tight, looped it again, and tied the end off, firmly binding Scully's arms behind her back. "Now stay still." "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Donna knelt down behind her, and reached up to grip her sore buttocks. She squeezed them hard, and slowly forced them apart to expose Scully's asshole. Donna's tongue flicked out, and travelled the crack between her buttocks, from just below the small of her back, to the rim of her anus. Scully moaned with pleasure as she felt her probing her rear entrance, moistening the sensitive flesh with her saliva. "Oh, God, yes ... Oh, Donna, you know what I like ..." Donna withdrew her tongue from Scully's crack. She put three fingers of her right hand in her mouth, and sucked them slowly, coating them with more saliva. Holding them just outside the entrance to the redhead's asshole, she did the same with three fingers from her left hand. Scully almost went wild with anticipation, as she waited for Donna to make her next move. When it came, it sent waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Fingers slipped into her ass. Fingers slipped into her cunt. And Donna started pushing them in, working them deeper and deeper into her twin entrances, spurred on by Scully's cries of delight. "Oh, Donna ... oh, yeeeeees ... so goooood!!!" Her thumb found Scully's engorged clit, massaged it roughly as she fucked her front and rear with her fingers. After the sustained stimulation that she had been subjected to, poor Dana didn't last long. She screamed her satisfaction wildly, as her vaginal muscles contracted again and again around Donna's fingers. After the tremors subsided, she carefully eased her fingers out of the redhead. "Where did you learn that trick?" Scully groaned, exhaustedly, leaning against the mirror that covered the back wall of the elevator, and misting it with her breath. "Oh, I've known it awhile." Donna carefully untied Scully's wrists. "Just another great reason to come visit Texas." Scully twisted around, circled her arms around Donna's waist and drew her towards her until their breasts collided. She kissed her gently. "I don't have to be back in Washington until Friday," she said. "Suppose we'll be out of this damn elevator before then?" Donna grinned playfully. 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