TITLE: The Curious Curse of Jenny Mullryne WIP 1/? AUTHORS: LeeLee & Seeker One E-MAIL: clueseek@swbell.net and Viceyy@aol.com RATING: R and later NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: Spicy Smut Biscuit. Skinner-Scully. No MSR flamers, please. ARCHIVE: This is a WIP. When completed, just ask! FEEDBACK: We would love to hear from you. DISCLAIMER: We don't own them, don't make any money off them and promise we won't injure them in any way. SUMMARY: Skinner discovers that a sexual curse can ruin his careful exercise in direct supervision AUTHOR COMMENTS: First of all thanks to Batela, a most careful and patient beta. Leelee and I are having great fun writing this and would love to hear what you think. THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE WIP 1/? PART 1 Skinner was glaring at her. His eyes behind his wire rimmed glasses looked cold and angry and his jaw was clenched like he was trying to avoid snapping someone's head off. His whole face was tense as if he wanted to scream out his fury at her actions right in the middle of the meeting. She had known him long enough to read basic Skinner emotions; it was much more intense than his annoyed face. Not quite his 'you're in trouble now' face. She wouldn't even call it his 'I eat little agents like you for lunch' face. No, AD Walter Skinner was royally pissed. Odd thing was, she didn't give a damn. Skinner wouldn't be happy if he knew that his fierce expression was completely wasted on her. She knew she was in hot water but her concern for her partner was her overriding priority. Mulder was still on the guarded list at the hospital and until he was healthy she would not stop to think about the consequences of her actions. It had been Mulder's decision that they go into the abandoned warehouse alone, of course, despite the fact that they had just attended the mandatory meeting about never doing that type of thing without sufficient back up. She had tried to stop him when she was unable to get a hold of the local authorities but Mulder was determined, and now that she was thinking straight she couldn't deny that his driven behavior had gotten totally out of control. Swept up in his determination, she had followed along behind him only to hear the sickening sound of a bullet piercing her partner's right chest seconds after entering the warehouse. The good news was that she had caught the kidnapper moments later. The better news was that the young girl he had kidnapped had been rescued unharmed. But the bad news, other than her partner's injuries, had been that Mulder was already on probation at the bureau for another snafu and if anyone found out that he had disobeyed the administration's new pet decree, his job and probably the whole X-files division would be toast. So, she had taken the fall. Clearly writing in her report that due to her personal history, she had wanted to save the girl so badly that she had told Mulder that she had notified the local cops when in fact she had not. Once her report was filed, all hell broke loose. Her personnel file now had a huge black mark on it for flagrant disregard for departmental procedures resulting in the injury of another agent. As she looked around the OPC meeting she saw the three men and two women who would decide her punishment and was strangely relaxed in the knowledge that she probably would not lose her job. If Mulder had been in her shoes, he wouldn't have been so lucky. So, even though this was proving to be embarrassing, she was glad she had decided to lie for him. She sighed while she continued to observe the personnel review board and prayed this exercise in futility would be over soon. Mulder was a terrible patient and she had promised to sneak him in a Big Mac if the nurses gave her a good report. Her gaze fell on Skinner again and she tried to ignore his anger. She knew that he was completely aware of her lie. He knew her too well to think she would do something so stupid. Well get over it big guy, she thought. Sometimes you had to do what ever it took to protect your partner. She was just stubborn enough that she would never allow herself to regret her actions. This is such bullshit, Skinner thought. He wanted to drag her out and blister her pretty little ass. The other managers might buy into her little fairy tale but he knew better. This entire disaster had 'Mulder' written all over it. Skinner clenched his fists and fought the urge to yell at the other Assistant Directors on the committee for being so stupid. Any idiot could see that Scully was deliberately taken the fall for her damn partner. Rushing off half cocked without adequate back up was Mulder's specialty, not Scully's. She would have waited. He'd bet his last dime that he knew how the whole thing went down. Mulder would go charging into the warehouse while Scully tried to restrain him. Why the hell she felt she had to take the fall, he didn't know. Over the years he had pulled in a hell of a lot of favors and made so many unsavory connections in his on-going effort to protect them, that watching Scully now doubt his abilities, was like a slap in the face. She stood there looking as if the whole meeting was a sham, cool and professional in her tailored suit and rather short skirt. Her whole demeanor announcing how absurd she felt the meeting to be and that she didn't give a damn what they had to say about her supposed actions. He wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled for taking such stupid risks. She had brought this on herself and now she was making it worse by projecting this overconfident impatience. He'd be dammed if he was going to sit by and let her get away with this shit. Just when Scully felt she would scream out in her frustration, they dismissed her. Her fate would be decided in her absence. Walking out of the conference room, she caught Skinner's eye. The anger was still as strong on his face, but she knew that despite his anger he would do what ever it took to clear the mess up. Funny how after years of not trusting him she now gladly put her fate in his capable hands. As she got on the elevator and rode down to the basement, she pondered the fact that Skinner had, in many ways, become the third person in her and Mulder's partnership. He had become just as vital to their quest for the truth. She would probably get chewed out when he was done with the OPC people, but he would still manage to save her. Unlocking the office door, Scully settled down by the phone to call the nurses for an update on Mulder's condition. An hour later Skinner was storming through the hallways in the Hoover building. The smart agents quickly ducked out of his way after seeing his "take no prisoner" expression. He strode angrily into the office with out bothering to knock and slammed the door behind him. Scully was sitting quietly at Mulder's desk working on paperwork. She stood up politely to hear his news. Her calm manner infuriated him even more. Putting his hands on his hips, he silently glared her down. Some perverse part of him wanted to make her sweat. "Well?" she finally said. Walking over to the file cabinet, he leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest. Scully fought back the anxiety she had suddenly begun to feel. His glaring was starting to get to her, but she would never let him know that. She could handle A.D. Skinner. "Come on, what's the verdict?" Skinner sighed in exasperation. This whole stupid affair was a waste of his damn time. "Agent Scully, you have to realize you're in a great deal of trouble. The Professional Conduct committee is questioning your abilities to function within the FBI's established protocols in the field." Scully gave an unladylike snort at their assessment. "Exactly," Skinner said. "You and I both know that you are lying to protect Mulder." She had to look away from his piercing gaze. "So," Skinner went on while he dropped his arms and walked forward. "Since you've decided to play the martyr for your partner's actions, you're going to have to take the punishment." Scully gave him an exasperated look. "I'm aware of that, Skinner," she replied, somewhat sarcastically. She wanted to scream at him to just give up his tough guy stance and tell her what was going to happen to her so she could get back to the hospital. "You have to prove your knowledge of FBI procedure and demonstrate your ability to work under those rules in order to get out of this mess." Scully just sighed and said, "Sure, fine, whatever. What do I have to do?" Skinner paused before he answered. "You will work on an investigation with direct supervision." Scully tried to hide the surprise she felt. Never had she heard of an experienced agent like herself having to do the direct supervision thing and it would be extremely embarrassing having some bureaucratic talking head looking over her shoulder. But then her eyes narrowed when she saw his smug reaction. That look could only mean... "And just who is going to supervise me?" Skinner gave her a slight smile. The fact that the smile never reached his eyes told her what she needed to know. "Pick a case, Agent Scully, any case." Shit, she thought, just what she needed. If Skinner were upset with her, the best place for her would be far away from him. Now she would have to put up with all his self-righteous anger at her tactics in close quarters. "That's absolutely ridiculous," she scoffed. "You're my direct superior. How can you possibly be objective?" Skinner was suddenly starting to enjoy himself. The little redhead needed to be taught a lesson and maybe now was the time to do it. "You wanted the brass to think you behaved in an thoroughly irresponsible manner. Well, congratulations, they bought it. Now you're stuck with me." Skinner leaned in close to her. He liked the way she didn't flinch as he towered over her small frame. "And don't think I'll let you off easy, just because I know all about your little farce." He had lowered his voice to a snarl that raised the hair on the back of her neck. "You wanted it this way and you got it. Now you're going to have to prove you can work by the book, and prove it to me." She was surprised by the shudder that passed down her spine from his tone. What was this? He was acting so odd. The look on his face was distinctly predatory. She stared into his eyes and was suddenly annoyed when her neck began to ache from the effort. She was so sick of tall men. And always having to prove herself to them. With bravado she almost felt she clenched her teeth and ground out, "Not a problem." Skinner's smile grew wider and colder. He was standing so close she could feel his soft breath on her face and smell his aftershave. It was a pleasant odor that she could not quite place. She felt goose bumps rise on her arms and tried to hide the shock of awareness she felt from his close proximity. Since when had Skinner become such a nice smelling male? The heat from his body was rolling off him in waves and she couldn't get over the overwhelming sensuality of his unexpected nearness. He was just so large. What the hell was wrong with her? God, she must be desperate. This was Skinner for Christ's sake. And even more disturbing was the sensation that he seemed totally unaffected. His stance was of her superior trying to stare her down. If he just wouldn't stand so damn close she wouldn't be so ridiculously overwhelmed. She had to get out of here and get herself on steady ground. "Excuse me, I need to see Mulder," she mumbled and pushed past him out the door. Skinner grinned slightly over her sudden retreat. He was just beginning to really enjoy the confrontation. He turned and watched her walk out of the room, admiring as he always did her brisk stride. The fact that she was wearing one of her often neglected slightly shorter than standard skirts made the view from behind even more agreeable. She always walked with such conviction. Not to mention the hint of that very fine ass slightly visible through her skirt. He had admired that about her for years. But now he was pissed and more worried than he would admit. Damn it. She couldn't keep risking her future to cover for Mulder's half-assed impetuous actions. That was why he had convinced their superiors to let him handle her disciplinary action. He had to make sure she understood how difficult life would be with everyone questioning her professional abilities. He never could. Not after spending so many years depending on them. But she didn't know that, and that was what he was counting on to make sure the lesson sunk into that pretty, stubborn little head of hers. End of Part 1 Two authors would love to hear from you! clueseek@swbell.net and Viceyy@aol.com TITLE: The Curious Curse of Jenny Mullryne WIP 2/? AUTHORS: LeeLee & Seeker One E-MAIL: clueseek@swbell.net and Viceyy@aol.com RATING: R and later NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: Spicy Smut Biscuit. Skinner-Scully. No MSR flamers, please. ARCHIVE: This is a WIP. When completed, just ask! FEEDBACK: We would love to hear from you. DISCLAIMER: We don't own them, don't make any money off them and promise we won't injure them in any way. SUMMARY: Skinner discovers that a sexual curse can ruin his careful exercise in direct supervision AUTHOR COMMENTS: First of all thanks to Batela, a most careful and patient beta. Leelee and I are having great fun writing this and would love to hear what you think. PART 2 Scully leaned down and checked the drainage from Mulder's chest tube before giving him a quick once over. He was snoring loud enough to shake the walls. It was a tribute to the size of his large nose that despite the pneumothorax, he was still able to saw wood so magnificently. Scully couldn't help the affectionate smile that covered her face. Too often she had been in this position; relieved that he was happily snoring away and his body mending. Sometimes she hated their job, the dangers just seemed too much of a risk. She sat and waited for him to wake up. She would never allow herself to wake him, but the Big Mac woke him for her. The nose again. She waited while he wolfed down the burger and had made his usual complaints about the hospital dietitians and their concepts of nutrition. She let him come up with no less than five conspiracy theories about how hospital food was made to extend a person's stay, before she told him. Mulder was angry with her for taking the fall. She had expected that. And despite all her arguments, he was determined to set their bosses straight about who had really made the call about going into that warehouse. Scully scrambled to come up with a plan to get him to keep his mouth shut. Knowing he was too noble to reason with when it came to her, she fell back on the one thing she knew would work. Bribery. Mulder was a sucker for it. She had to promise all manners of things in order for him to back down and most of them involved her deferring to him in situations that he felt were dangerous for her. Mulder was very predictable that way, he always saw a personal risk to her as more important than going against protocol. She could tell he was upset that she would have to work on a case with direct supervision, but he was amused that she was working with Skinner. He saw it as Skinner's way to go easy on her. After all, their own boss wouldn't make it too rough on her. Scully wasn't too sure. Skinner had acted very strangely, almost overbearing. She left out his bizarre behavior when telling Mulder, the sexual thrill she had experienced had been embarrassing enough. Mulder would never let her live that down. Mulder wanted to help and he wracked his mind for an interesting case. His pale features lit up and she leaned in close to hear his tale. "When I was a little kid my mother had an old friend who used to come for long visits," he began. "Her name was Sophie Hope. I always loved her visits because she was heavily into the occult and told us incredible bedtime stories." Scully couldn't help but smile at the image of a young Mulder sitting at the older woman's knee, listening to his choice of children's stories. "She told me one story from her home town of Savannah, Georgia; that was my favorite. It involved the curse of Jenny Mullryne." The Sad Tale of Jenny Mullryne Jenny Mullryne had lived in Savannah back in the seventeen hundreds. Some say she was an orphan who had come over from England to live with her wealthy Mullryne relatives. Or perhaps she had traveled from somewhere else and had simply taken the Mullryne name as her own. The early colonist's lives had been so tenuous, disease and malnutrition killed so many, that superstitions ruled people's lives. At the tender age of sixteen she had probably understood this, but her youth, inexperience, and maybe the fact that she was basically all alone in a cruel and struggling new land, had spelled her doom. Young Jenny had fallen in love with the younger son of one of the colony's wealthiest families. His name was Caleb Habersham and whether he returned her ardor or not, we will never know. One thing was clear to every one; his family strongly opposed the match. They had their sights set on the young daughter of another wealthy planter for their son. Jenny pursued Caleb and because she was a beautiful girl, he fell in love with her or at least in lust. Desperate to prevent his son from making such an ill- advised match, Caleb's father proposed sending his son to London for a season to work with their British cotton factor. But Jenny was desperate too. She was pregnant and determined not to be an outcast with a bastard child. So, she took the rather desperate step of consulting the local Gullah witch woman. In spite of several warnings about how to use the various charms and potions the old woman had given her, Jenny decided to risk everything on one final chance. She applied the green mulberry potion; lit the black candles and wore the gold charm. When Caleb came to see her that evening, she slipped the red powder into his rum. The results were all that the old woman had promised. Caleb was a veritable stallion in bed, and under the dire influence of six different spells, he was insatiable. They made love again and again, crying their pleasure into the night, but when the first rays of sunlight hit Caleb's face, he screamed in anguish and died in Jenny's arms, a victim of complete exhaustion. Jenny now faced not only the desperate problem of bearing a child out of wedlock, she was also accused of poisoning her lover. The jury being well-educated men of the 1700's ignored the charge of witchcraft and convicted her of murder. They allowed her to wait in prison until the child was born before sentencing her to death. Right before they hung her, she swore that she would destroy the Habershams, the Mullrynes and all the arrogant men of Savannah for what they had done to her. One day she would come back and cast the spells over another young woman and when she did, men in Savannah would die, unexpectedly and savagely, after a night of incomparable passion. ~~~~~ Scully listened in patient amusement. "Somehow, I don't think Skinner will be content to evaluate my investigative skills in historical phenomena, Mulder." "Well, that's because you haven't read the Savannah Morning News for last Sunday, Agent Scully. It seems that Sarah McIntosh, Senator John Habersham's personal aide, has been arrested for murder in Savannah. She was found with the body of a local man and from the preliminary autopsy report, he died after a night of extensive and exhaustive sexual activities. Ms. McIntosh claims that she is not guilty since she was under the curse of Jenny Mullryne." Scully left a while later after making sure he was settled for the night. She shook her head at Mulder's story. Curses and sex. She could expect no less from her partner. There was a legitimate case there, though. A man was dead and a woman was accused of murder. What would happen, she thought, if she were to present this story to Skinner. He could possibly get angry and accuse her of not taking the punishment set out by the OPC seriously. He may feel she was treating the whole thing like a joke. A ticked off Skinner came to mind. Not something she wanted to deal with. A very large and sexy smelling ticked off Skinner. Now that was a dangerous thought. His standing so close to her had been a shock to her senses. Warning signals had gone off all over her body. She hated what her reaction to him had been, running off like some meek little secretary. She was made of stronger stuff than that. Curses and sex. She could handle a case like that even if it was only a joke. Could big, tough A.D. Skinner? This would show him exactly what she thought of his direct supervision. End of Part 2 We would love to hear what you think about our little story clueseek@swbell.net Viceyy@aol.com THE CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE NC-17 BY: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE PART 3 The flight was going about how she suspected it would. Skinner sat silent beside her with a hard tense, 'don't mess with me' look on his face. After the confrontation they had had while waiting to board, she expected no less. She knew he was upset since he didn't hide the frustration he had been feeling when she had told him that they were flying to Savannah to investigate a woman who was using a 250 year old curse as an alibi for murder. Scully had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. He wanted an X-File and by God, Mulder had given them one. She had even called Mulder's friend Sophie Hope and accepted her offer for them to stay at her house. A few days staying in an historic house with an old woman obsessed with the occult was going to drive Mr. By-The-Book nuts! He deserved no less in her mind . Direct supervision! Skinner thought he was going to teach her a lesson. She knew exactly what she had done and no one was going to tell her that she was wrong simply because she chose to protect her partner. Skinner snarled at the flight attendant that dared to offer him coffee. As far as he was concerned, this whole damn disaster was Mulder's fault. First Scully tried to shield her partner from the personnel review committee, then she accepted this hair-brained case from him about a witch and a sex curse. It had Mulder's perverted, embarrassing sense of humor written all over it. No doubt the two of them were laughing it up at the idea of their straight-laced boss supervising the investigation of a kinky high profile sex murder. He couldn't believe it when Scully had phoned him last night to review the case file. He hated cleaning up a political mess anyway. If he hadn't gotten a personal e-mail from the Senator about this problem, he would have refused to allow it as her probationary case. But with the federal government, you couldn't afford to offend a powerful member of the Senate finance committee, so he'd agreed to it. But all during the quick phone conversation, he wondered what she was wearing, if she were propped up in bed or just sitting around in soft worn sweats at her dinning room table. The images of her kept him preoccupied until finally after they hung up, he had to go jack off in the shower. They'd decided to do the preliminary analysis at the airport. The breakfast crowd in the airport food court had gotten an earful as a result. Scully had tried to get by with just an outline of the evidence and her plan of investigation. He quickly put an end to that little misconception. An agent under his direct supervision did not make any assumptions and did not leave out facts. He'd asked her questions about every minute facet of the police reports, insisting on specific written questions, interrogation strategies for each witness and a timetable for the entire procedure. When she tried to argue with him about the necessity for such detailed paperwork, he gave her a sharp reminder of who was on probation and why. Skinner grinned to himself at the memory of her reaction and the look she gave him when he told her to go back and get a receipt for her airport coffee. Scully generally tried to keep her emotions in check, but no doubt she had a red-head's temper. Only the fact that it was a confidential murder investigation had kept her voice in check as she gave him her opinion of his micro-management style. But the reality was that she had been unconsciously licking the latte milk froth off her upper lip. He kept imagining what it would feel like if that little pink tongue were licking something more personal of his. As a result, he desperately needed a moment to collect himself and hide his impending erection. Sending her back to collect the $3.29 receipt had given him the needed break. He glanced over at the woman in the window seat beside him. The morning sunlight was glancing off her soft hair and he felt himself again respond to her unconscious sensuality. The silk blouse she was wearing outlined her rigid nipples, erect in the frigid air conditioning of the plane. Stop that right now, Skinner, he thought to himself, as he put away thoughts of the Mile High Club. He didn't have to growl at the overworked flight attendant like that. Scully hated when people were rude just because they were in a bad mood. His silence was annoying. If he had something to say to her, he should just say it. After all, she wasn't afraid of his anger and he had asked for this. She could tell the ridiculous case had worked at showing him what she thought of him. His body language screamed out his irritation with her. The seats were small and she felt dwarfed beside his tall frame. It never bothered her before but then she had never sat so close to him. Mulder was always there to provide a buffer both physically and emotionally. And even though the flight wouldn't be that long, she grew uncomfortable at his proximity. His wide shoulders kept bumping against her. The sensations she had felt in the office the day before were sneaking back into her consciousness and she tried in vain to tamp them down. Skinner was just such a good smelling man. Clean and warm and where he got that aftershave she didn't know, but it filled her senses and made her want to lean in and sniff him. She squirmed in her seat and tried to fight it off but after so long without sex she felt her body responding to him. Putting work before her personal life was starting to make her desperate. She had always been attracted to older men, and a handsome man like Skinner with his broad shoulders and muscled arms was just the type that could turn her into a deranged sex maniac. One more reason to keep him at a distance. He was her boss and he seemed determined to treat her like a recalcitrant child. Turbulence caused Skinner to bump her again and she jumped from the contact. This was ridiculous she told herself and quickly shoved all the lecherous thoughts she was having from her sexually deprived mind. She was a professional and she was not going to put up with this silence any longer. She cleared her throat and turned to him. "Skinner, you do realize this is a legitimate case here. A man's been murdered and a woman has been accused of it. Mulder just wants us to see if we can prove or disapprove her alibi." Skinner looked at her sourly. "I'm quite aware of the seriousness of this case, Agent. The Senator himself has asked for our assistance in the investigation. I'm also aware that you've failed to realize the gravity of your situation. You've put your career in jeopardy with this little stunt of yours. This is a disciplinary probation and while you are under my direct supervision, you will practice textbook investigative procedures. I will not tolerate slipshod methodology or your assumption that any step is unnecessary to the successful closure of this inquiry. Therefore Agent Scully, I want to see a detailed case action plan with a preliminary timetable as soon as we land in Savannah." She glared at him incredulously but bit off her response, as she pulled out her laptop. He could hear the click of her nails on the keyboard over the roar of the plane's engines. Maybe this would teach Miss Dana Katherine Scully a lesson she wouldn't forget about who was really in charge around here. Now where was that flight attendant with the coffee? THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE BY: LEELEE AND SEEKERONE NC-17 FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Authors' Comments: Things start to heat up as Scully and Skinner go to Savannah to investigate the supposed curse. First of all, Thanks to Batela for superb comments and beta. And thanks to everybody who has commented on the story so far. Parts 5 will be posted next week. PART 4: Despite her grumpy boss, Scully was able to enjoy driving through Savannah. It was a picture perfect day with a cloudless blue sky above. They had rented a car and driven into the city. Following Sophie Hope's directions, they were soon driving slowly down graceful boulevards lined with tall, stately oaks hung with Spanish moss and around the many squares filled with fountains, monuments and flowers. Savannah was a city built around squares, and these pretty little parks surrounded by stately homes had Scully thoroughly charmed. Case or no case, she would find some time to explore this lovely city. After much grumbling by Skinner, they were able to find Sophie's home. It was huge and overlooked what Scully felt was the most attractive of all the squares they had driven around. They pulled up in front and just sat for a moment staring at Sophie's town home. It really was impressive. Painted slate gray, it had a huge red front door with a massive brass knob and knocker and flickering gaslights flanked the entrance. Graceful wrought iron railings spanned the front and the second floor terrace, and large sparkling windows with heavy drapes gave just a peek of the elegance inside. Scully was especially fascinated with the gutter spouts; large iron fish were fastened over them so the rainwater would shoot out of the fish's mouths. Nothing was overlooked. After dull, pedestrian Washington, DC, the attention to detail, the refined polish of Sophie's house and the whole historic district, was worthy of them taking a moment to appreciate their surroundings. Scully was anxious to meet Sophie, curious as to the type of lady who could live in such a beautiful place. Skinner was muttering to himself as he pulled the bags out of the trunk of the rental car. If he'd known they were going to stay with some strange old family friend of Mulder's, he would have vetoed this trip, Senator's request or not. He looked up the stairs to the front door of the Georgian townhouse as Scully rang the bell. An older woman with white hair and piercing blue eyes opened the door almost immediately. Her face was strangely unlined. "Hello, darling. You must be Dana Scully. Oh, please come in. I'm Sophie Silverton Hope, but do call me Sophie. I was just so delighted when you called. I do hope poor Fox is feeling better. Imagine getting shot like that. He was such a delightful little boy, but always into something. Gracious me, just leave those heavy bags, John Thomas will get them out for you, Mr. er..." "Sophie, this is Assistant Director Walter Skinner." Scully offered. "Of course, Mr. Skinner. It's so kind of you to come down and help us out with this little problem. Now, do come in the front parlor and we can chat for a minute. Can I get you some coffee or an iced tea?" came the immediate response along with a polite handshake. Sophie bustled them into the house while Scully admired her impeccable taste in clothing. A lady can't go wrong wearing tailored slacks, a black twin sweater set and pearls. Sophie had an unmistakable air of wealthy southern gentility about her. The center hall ran from the front door all the way through the house to the raised back porch. Their steps echoed on the polished hard wood floors and high ceilings. The front parlor was filled with mahogany and rosewood furniture, oriental rugs, and paintings that looked like they belonged on The Antiques Roadshow. An elegant, cream-colored, long hair cat immediately walked over to Skinner and began to wrap around his legs, causing him to almost trip, much to Scully's amusement. "Jenny Mullryne, behave yourself. I'm so sorry Mr. Skinner. She always fawns over a new man in the house." Scully reached down to stroke the beautiful cat. "Did you name her that after the Jenny Mulryne from the legend?" "Oh no. Jenny isn't named for her. She is Jenny Mullryne, at least in this lifetime. Of course, she is trying to move to a higher plane in her next incarnation. Making up her past mistakes. But she still is a tramp where men are concerned. Some things just don't change." The cat threw Sophie a disdainful look and proceeded to hop up in the nearest window seat and settle herself on the French tapestry cushions. Ignoring the three humans, she blatantly raised her leg and began to enthusiastically wash her bottom. "There, I rest my case. But do sit down. I know you want to ask about that poor girl. Such a shame. I wrote her mother a note saying how sorry I was about the whole thing. The McIntoshes are a perfectly lovely family, although Sarah is a bit flighty." Sophie directed them to a pair of charming loveseats and they all sat down while Sophie talked non-stop of the eminent McIntosh family and their connections with the Habershams, Hopes, and the rest of Old Savannah. They both listened politely while discreetly surveying the room. Among the expensive furnishings and pricey nick- knacks, were scattered an amazing assortment of books on the occult and paraphernalia. Candles covered most every surface. Dog-eared books with titles like Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magic Herbs and 21 Lessons of Merlin: A Study in Druid Magic and Lore. It was clear that she took her fascination seriously. Trying to halt Sophie's unbroken dialog about the prominent Savannah families, Scully politely interrupted. "Did you know the murder victim?" "James Sudek? No, I never meet him. I gather he was from out of town. I mean, he lived here, but he wasn't from here, you understand. I think she met him at a private club down near Factor's Walk. But of course, you'll want to talk with the police about that." Skinner glanced pointedly at his watch. Scully grimaced at his obviously impatience, but rose politely and thanked Sophie for her information. "But I know you'd like to freshen up. John Thomas should have your bags upstairs now. Let me show you to your rooms," Sophie said as she led them back to the hallway and up the stairs. They wasted no time getting unpacked and driving to the police department. There they were directed to the detective in charge of the investigation. Detective Robert Millhouse Clark was an older black man and very experienced cop but it was clear that he was under a great deal of political pressure with this case. And now with two FBI agents nosing around, he had had enough. By his dismissive manner, it was clear that they would get little or no help here. Scully was glad that she was able to convince him to arrange for them to interview Sarah McIntosh in her jail cell. On the way to the jailhouse, Scully had to again endure a critique on her handling of the local authorities. Obviously Skinner was still on a rampage about this discipline thing. The first thing about Sarah McIntosh that Scully noticed was the baffled and terrified look on her face. She looked like a member of the Junior League, not an accused murderess. Her family's lawyer appeared within moments and the interview was very short with his constant interruptions and cautions to his client. Scully could tell that Sarah wanted to tell them more, but with her parents' representative hanging over her shoulder and the panic she was naturally feeling, she let the lawyer call the shots. They did get out of her the name of the club that she had met Mr. Sudek at along with a vague reference to his out of the norm sexual practices. Sarah said, "He liked it kind of rough." The night before Mr. Sudek's death they had dined with one of his friends from "the club". All Sara would tell them was that the friend's name was Lady Gray. Why Sara didn't know the woman's name was a mystery to the two agents. She would only say that it was not her place to ask. Amazingly, it was the lawyer who later filled them in on the details of the club. After the interview was over, they cornered him in the parking lot. Clearing his throat and nervously casting glances at Scully, he haltingly told them that it was called The Warehouse and was for members only. They pressed and finally he admitted that he could arrange for them to have temporary memberships. He said he would get it from a junior partner at his firm who was a member. Scully wasn't fooled for a minute though. This upstanding man obviously went there himself and she was also certain that he would arrange for them to go and then quickly cancel his membership. But the temporary memberships meant that people would probably be more talkative than if they went in with their FBI badges held high. All the clues were leading them to this mysterious "Warehouse" a place where men liked it rough, only members could be admitted and a young woman like Sara were expected to stay in their "place". Despite the fact that through her work on the X-files she had basically seen it all, Scully felt an excited thrill go through her at what it would be like. End of Chapter 4 Feedback would be welcomed with Ice Tea and a chance to visit on the front porch. clueseek@swbell.net Viceyy@aol.com THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE NC-17 BY: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Summary and comments: Things are starting to heat up! Thanks to Batela for superb beta. We adore feedback. clueseek@swbell.net viceyy@aol.com PART 5 Scully had been to plenty of unsavory places in her work on the X-Files. Everything from seedy bars to loud poorly lit discos, but the Warehouse was something new. Detective Clark had filled them in on the history of the place. It was located in one of the old cotton warehouses that lined the river. Most of them had been converted to shops and restaurants and over the years the area, known as Factors Walk, had become a popular tourist attraction. The owner of the warehouse was a man named C. Reddick. Very little was known about him and Detective Clark suspected that the name was an alias made up for business purposes. The owner was probably someone connected to one of the old local families who didn't want it known that he runs a member's only BDSM club. A management team was in charge of the place and memberships were expensive enough to ensure that it stayed exclusive and high class. And enough funds were paid into the right political campaigns so that remained invisible to the local police. After a light dinner listening to Sophie ramble on about everything Savannah, they had worked on paperwork until nine and then dressed to go to the bar. Scully had chosen her shortest black skirt to wear with a snug white blouse. She left off the tailored jacket that went with it and laid the makeup on thick. She looked at herself critically in the mirror. This was called looking the part, she supposed. After all, she didn't want to look like a cop. She mussed up her hair to give it a wild look. And after debating the issue for a few moments, took off her panty hose before stepping into her three-inch heels. Skinner may be a little shocked at her less than professional look, but they had decided the best way to get a feel of the place would be to go undercover. The members would probably run from them if they knew they were FBI agents and they could always return in an official capacity later on. Skinner grumbled to himself about this whole bizarre case as he dressed for the evening. This was supposed to a closely supervised disciplinary action resulting from Agent Dana Scully's cover up of her partner's poor judgment. Instead, he was going to a sex club with her doing background on the murder victim. He could just see the written report; "Agent Scully was distracted by the orgy and omitted several pertinent questions while interviewing participants." Wouldn't A.D. Cassidy love that one? That damn cat was sitting on the walnut dresser, watching closely as he dug through his suitcase. He quickly grabbed a dark turtleneck and his black tropical weight wool slacks. "Oh yeah," he thought as he brushed off a stray cat hair, "Basic black, the choice of Doms everywhere." He debated briefly about whether to carry his weapon tonight. But he felt naked without it, and after all, the FBI field protocols required him to be armed. Chances were that Scully wouldn't be able to conceal anything, much less a 9mm. Disregarding the rule would be one more thing to include in her write up. Skinner glanced quickly in the mirror as he turned to leave. The jacket was perfectly tailored over his powerful shoulders and somehow the black suit combined with his surly frown to create the exact image of a dangerous top- level player. Jenny Mullryne purred in approval. Standing in the foyer waiting for her boss to come downstairs, Scully felt like purring also when she saw him. She had always had a thing about black turtlenecks. Especially when worn by men with chests like Skinner's. Despite her boss's irritated expression, she blatantly stared at his well-muscled body. He was a very good- looking man. His blazer and the sweater made him look suited to go out for the evening but still professional. Tugging down her short skirt somewhat, Scully started to wish she hadn't tried to be so clever and dress to fit in. She looked way too sleazy to be Skinner's pretend date. But it was too late now. Following Clark's scribbled directions, they parked and carefully descended the slippery old stone steps that would take them down to the river level. The entrance to the club was through a darkened red door at the back of the warehouse away from the noise and commotion of the Factors walk. They walked through the door and ascended a flight of rickety stairs until they came to another door that was locked. Scully looked at her boss in the faint light and taking a deep breath, knocked. It took a few moments before the door was opened by a short man dressed in a tuxedo who bowed deeply and said' "Please come in." They were ushered into a small sitting room decorated in antique furniture. The doorman crossed the room to an old roll top desk and turned to them and asked their names. They told him and keeping with the illusion, Skinner explained that an acquaintance had arranged for a temporary membership for them since they were thinking about joining. For a second Scully was afraid that the lawyer hadn't made good on his promise to get them in and they would be forced to show their badges. But the doorman just smiled and said "Welcome to The Warehouse, Master Smith, Mistress Smith, I hope you find your evening, shall we say, entertaining?" The doorman turned to the desk and pulled out a long thin velvet box. He opened the box and they both looked inside only to see a leather collar with a gold chain attached to it. "Would you care to choose your distinction"? The implication of the collar was clear. The person wearing it was going to be the submissive in this make- believe relationship and Scully felt her face grow warm. She stared at it and wondered if she could convince Skinner to put it on and then almost laughed at the thought. The thought of her domineering boss, especially in his recent bad mood, EVER being submissive was ridiculous. But for her to be submissive was also out of her nature. She had always been an equal in every relationship she had been in both personally and professionally. She looked up into Skinner's eyes with every intention of telling him just that. Skinner stared at the collar as he drew himself to his full height and glared at Scully. There was no way he was going to play the boy-toy in this little game, he thought. Besides, if things did get nasty this evening, he was the one who was armed. He was right when he thought that Scully wouldn't be able to conceal her weapon in that damn outfit. The blouse was cut down to her navel and that skirt had ridden up to her ass coming down those steps. He was trying to keep his own physical response under control and that stupid doorman was practically drooling down her cleavage. Skinner suddenly snarled at him, "Back off." The little man gulped audibly and carefully handed the box to Scully. That clearly answered the question of who was the top in this relationship. Interesting pair, he thought to himself. He'd bet the little redhead was a handful. Scully was taken aback by Skinner's stern look. His message was clear; she was going to play the submissive in this little play. She reached out and took the collar from the doorman. It felt incredibly heavy in her hand. Her body felt over-warm as she lifted it up and placed it around her neck and closed the snap. The thin gold chain dangled down her cleavage and she fingered it while biting her lip, wondering what to do. She had never felt this way before. A tingling sensation was working its way down from the collar and her burning cheeks. She wished she hadn't left her jacket at Sophies as soon as she realized that her nipples, now hard pebbles were showing through the tight blouse. Skinner watched her with his best poker face as she played with the fine chain. In a flash he was aroused by the thought of Dana Scully obedient to his every desire. Willing to please him. Wanting to please him. On her knees begging him to let her suck his cock. Lying with her legs spread wide pleading with him to fuck her. He felt the sweat break out on his brow at the fantasy. She was standing in front of her boss with her head submissively bowed, wearing a slave collar and holding out the gold chain for him to take. Skinner's large hand closed firmly around the dainty chain and she braved a look at him. The passion on his face made her gasp and that was when Dana Scully realized that she had never been more turned on in her life. Both of them stared at each other as tension filled the air. Then abruptly, the doorman cleared his throat. "This way please," and quickly opened the last door. Feedback would be welcomed with Ice Tea and a chance to visit on the front porch. clueseek@swbell.net Viceyy@aol.com THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE NC-17 BY: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Part 6 The first thing that struck Scully was how incredibly ordinary the club looked. Dark mahogany furniture, subdued lighting and needlepoint tapestries gave it the look of an old English hunting lodge. The walls were mostly old bare brick and the floor was a dark wood polished to a high gloss. Small groupings of comfortable chairs and sofas were meticulously placed around a long bar and strange, tall wooden tables were scattered around in a haphazard looking way. Skinner led, still holding her thin gold chain. He walked slowly so he wouldn't pull on her neck. The patrons were dressed in a mix of evening and casual wear. Some in outfits that were a little outrageous, but for the most part they looked like wealthy business people meeting for a drink before going home or out to the theater. A few women and one man they saw were wearing the collars. One beautiful buxom woman was sitting propped on the bar surrounded by four men. She was wearing a small bikini and they stood and watched in amazement as the woman, responding to something the man holding her gold chain had said, reached around and undid her top letting her large breasts spill out for all to see. The woman sat with head bowed and her long silky blonde hair covering her red cheeks while each man took turns touching and caressing her breasts and lightly pinching her now hard nipples. Scully felt her own breasts tighten and begin to tingle in response. She looked at Skinner and then quickly away when she saw his eyes on her. She had to get a hold of herself. They were here to ask some discrete questions about the local scene and maybe a find out a little about the mysterious Lady Grey. She had to remember that Skinner was her boss, this was just another undercover assignment and she had to behave in a professional manner. The woman on the bar was moaning and pressing her breasts into the hands of the men playing with her. Scully watched them furtively out of the corner of her eye as Skinner gave the chain a sharp tug and led her to the bar. She could never imagine in her wildest fantasies what must be going through the pretty woman's mind, sitting half- dressed on a bar letting total strangers grope her breasts. Some quite roughly as Scully saw her milky white skin begin to turn pink. Scully ached to touch her own breasts or better yet hop up on the bar and present them for her pretend master to touch. How incredibly degrading for the woman and yet at the same time, how incredibly hot she felt at the mere thought. The bartender was a young and very beautiful man dressed in a thong. In a soft and feminine voice, he batted his eyelashes at Skinner's stern look and asked him what he wanted to drink. Turning to Scully he looked her up and down critically only to turn back to Skinner and flash him a wide toothy smile. "Is your little pet going to be in the auction?" Skinner looked over at Scully and said, "Perhaps. Or I may just watch and see if there's anything worth adding to my harem." The barman shivered slightly at the cold response. This one might be fun to play with but he sensed that this master was a very dangerous top. "Glenlivet on the rocks for my master," Scully requested softly, quickly falling in to her undercover role. The bartender nodded and said, "The auction starts in about half an hour. There will be a wide selection, ranging from wild unbroken newbies to very well trained slaves." Skinner gave a bored nod and strolled over to one of the old leather armchairs. Scully followed carefully with the drink and handed it to him after he was seated. He stared at her for a moment and then snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor beside him. It's too bad I'm not carrying a gun, she thought. I'd like to shoot him right now. Walter Skinner sure didn't seem to be having a hard time fitting in. In fact he seemed fine with the whole scene while she wanted to run out of the place. He had better not be enjoying this, she thought as she lowered her self down to the floor beside his legs. "You're very generous with your pet," came the smoky voice from the couch. Skinner looked over at the lanky dark haired woman who spoke. Obviously a dominatrix, he thought, given the way she was eyeing Scully. "I find that a very firm hand and occasional rewards make for very obedient slave," Skinner growled as he gently pulled Scully's head on to his thigh. Scully tossed her head back and tried to glare at him, but he caught her and pulled her head down until her cheek rested on the crease in his trousers. This whole case had been her idea and he wasn't going to let her get away with a damn thing. The woman nodded slightly. "As long as one doesn't spare the discipline, a special treat shouldn't spoil a slave, Master er?" Skinner paused a moment and then said with a touch of irony, "Smith." "Of course, Master Smith. I am Madame Lee. I believe you are visiting this evening? If you find it sufficiently stimulating, you may wish to apply for membership. The Warehouse, although expensive, is a superb slave market and, shall we say, playground?" the woman said. Skinner lightly stroked Scully's hair. "Indeed. However, I prefer to play on the edge," he replied with a coldly arched brow. "Real intensity is hard to find in clubs." Madame Lee matched his cold smile. "I think you'll find that The Warehouse can accommodate even the most sophisticated taste. The auction this evening should prove my point. It's quite rare that you can find a really good auction with a wide variety of slaves. Personally, I find those that are overly trained to be very boring, but I have always like more spirited play." The lights dimmed further and Skinner was damn glad of it. Scully's hair felt like silk as he ran this fingers through it and he caught a whiff of her perfume in the air. Looking down at her, he allowed his imagination free rein for just a moment. Scully kneeling between his legs, rubbing his inner thighs. Sliding very slowly up. Licking and nibbling until she reached his aching cock. Teasing the head with her lips before she tried to swallow him whole. Massaging his aching balls, lightly scratching the underside with her short nails. Skinner took a sudden deep breath and tried to hide his raging erection. Scully's head was resting against Skinner's thigh and his hand was stroking through her hair, even as he held her firmly in place. She wished he would stop that even though she knew he was only doing it for effect. She could feel the strong muscles of Skinner's thigh against her cheek and his hands were causing a riot of emotions to flood through her. She hadn't been touched in this way in a long time. The lights dimmed and a polished southern voice announced, "Masters and Mistresses. Honored Guests. Welcome. We have several slaves who will be auctioned this evening. Each a superb specimen and ready for the most exacting master. Auction catalogs are being distributed and all slaves must be paid for before taken off the premises." "For your first item, may I present Cupcake?" The buxom nude blonde woman walked gracefully toward the high table. She was dressed, if that was the word, in a leather collar like Scully wore. But rather than fastening to her collar, her leash was attached to a ring dangling from a pierced nipple, and the auctioneer was careful not to jerk it as he tied her to one of the supporting beams. "Cupcake's resume includes superb oral skills and a high desire to please," the auctioneer said as he suddenly picked up an extremely large, slick double-pronged dildo. "Bend over, Cupcake." The woman whimpered, but knelt and dropped her head to the table. Her soft creamy fanny was raised in the air as she spread her legs and exposed her bottom. The combination dildo butt plug slide home into both holes and with a stinging slap to a white check she was told, "Stand up and hold on to it until your new master removes it." The audience obviously appreciated the display and the bidding was brisk. Skinner continued to look bored as he idly stroked Scully's hair. Scully braved a look at her boss as the girl was bought and paid for. He seemed so unaffected sitting there with this bored look on his face. She lowered her eyes down his torso and caught her breath when she spotted the truth. Skinner pants could not conceal the surprisingly large erection he was sporting. Her body flushed warm and she felt a dampness pooling between her legs. The image of her sitting submissively at her so obviously aroused supervisor's knee was incredibly erotic. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch him, stroke him, taste him. "Now we have something quite different. Daisy is a rebel in need of a very strict master." Instead of the expected woman, a tall muscular man was lead toward the auction block. He was gagged with his arms bound behind him. Apparently he found the spectacle exciting, since his erect cock was trying to burst from the leather cock strap around it. "He has proven too much for the past two women who have owned him. Perhaps this time, a man should take him on." Cheers and laughter came from the audience in support of this suggestion. However, Daisy seemed to have a problem with that idea as he dug his heals in and refused to go any further. The auctioneer hissed an order, but Daisy shook his head in blatant refusal. The two men glared at each other for a moment, when suddenly Madame Lee called out, "Ten thousand dollars, as he is, right now." A gasp went up from the audience. The auctioneer, never one to pass up a sure thing, asked, "Are there any other bids?" The entire room was silent, then burst into applause as he cried, "Sold to Madame Lee." As he turned to lead Daisy to her couch, she rang a small bell on the table calling one of the attendants, "Bring my case over here." Madame Lee glared at her new acquisition. "Disobedience must be punished immediately and public disobedience must be publicly punished. Get over my lap now." Madame Lee then positioned him carefully on her lap and glanced at the open box of implements that the attendant quickly presented. She selected two items and laid them on the mahogany end table. "You will learn, Daisy, that I do not tolerate willful disobedient slaves," came the soft whisper as a manicured hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to stare into hazel eyes. She began with soft slaps against Daisy's bare butt, gentle pats that he obviously found amusing since he glanced over at Scully and winked teasingly at her. Scully stared in shock at what she was witnessing. Skinner's body was perfectly still. His hand not moving, cupping the back of her head. Madame Lee paused and studied his ass in the dim light as if to assess the damage. Satisfied, she reached over and picked up a small leather paddle. Now the strokes began in earnest and suddenly Daisy wasn't quite so amused. He pushed back trying to get up, but Madame Lee gripped his cock firmly between her thighs. "You aren't going anywhere, Daisy. You will take your punishment like a proper slave," she commanded as the slaps sounded louder and louder. Daisy was whimpering now and trying to twist off her lap. Madame Lee paused again studying the red-hot bottom. She glanced over at Skinner as if asking for his evaluation. He nodded with slightly raised eyebrow and suddenly Madame Lee smiled coldly. Returning the paddle to its place, she picked up what appeared to be a long stiff stick. At the first stroke, Daisy screamed into his gag as his tears and sobs began in earnest. "The center stalk of a green palmetto frond is so very effective," she said glancing at Skinner. Tiny stinging red welts appeared on where the sharp spines had scraped Daisy's tender butt. She laid on two more strokes before dropping the stick and began to soothe her frightened, trembling slave. "You did very well, Daisy. That was a hard punishment and I'm pleased with you," she whispered as she gently rubbed his shoulders and down his spine. "You will have some corner time and then we'll see if there are other ways you can please me." Her soft words seemed to calm the man and with her guidance, he stumbled to his feet. Scully tried to calm her breathing that was coming in short gasps. Daisy's body seemed to glow as the man stood up. His bright red bottom faced her and she got a good look at the damage. The discipline had been severe enough that she had almost felt the need to intervene, despite the fact that it was obvious Daisy was a willing participant. She couldn't take her eyes off Daisy's throbbing cock that was still beautifully hard. Scully squeezed her legs together and wondered just how Daisy felt. Madame Lee looked back at Skinner as she led her new slave towards a back hallway. "Once Daisy is well trained, we shall have to put him on your little redhead. After all, careful observation is really the only want to adequately assess a slave's sexual skills and plan further training, don't you think?" Skinner watched as the pair strolled away, his imaginary Scully already thrashing and moaning under his pounding cock. Begging him to let her come, to give her more. Her bottom up turned as he properly disciplined her. Her nipples growing hard as he licked and gently bit them. His breath quickened at the thought. He couldn't remember when he'd been this hard. But god almighty, how was he ever going to be able to walk out of here? THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE Part 7/? NC-17 BY: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Summary and comments: Things continue to heat up in Savannah as Skinner and Scully return from the club. Caution -- this story breaks new ground in erotic fanfic smut. Sex with an animal! GASP! Well, sort of Thanks to Batela for superb beta. We adore feedback. clueseek@swbell.net viceyy@aol.com Scully shut her bedroom door quickly and leaned against it to catch her breath. After Daisy's spanking things had quieted down so Skinner had helped her rise on very shaky legs and they had left. The ride back from the club had been too slow for her frazzled nerves to stand. She had never felt this out of sorts before. The images and memories were playing havoc in her mind. The club, the slaves, the collar but most of all play acting at being Skinner's slave were all making her gasp with need. If Walter Skinner knew how close she had come to pouncing on him, he'd, well, he would probably fire her. It was outrageous for her to get so turned on by such perversion, but she couldn't deny it. Not when here she was, kicking off her shoes and pulling down panties that were embarrassingly wet. She unbuttoned her shirt and quickly removed it and her bra. With a picture of Skinner's large hands holding the little golden chain in her mind, she climbed up on the bed and lay down on top of the bedspread. Normally she would hide under the covers or shut the bathroom door when she eased her tension in this way. But she was so turned on she didn't care. It was just sexier this way, in her mind she was his slave and she wasn't allowed to hide. She left her skirt on so she could slowly inch it up exposing herself more and more as she got closer to touching herself. Her hands felt hot as they caressed and squeezed her breasts. Pinching her nipples hard she arched her back and closed her eyes and pictured him. It would feel so good being in those arms. Having those big hands doing deliciously nasty things to her. Propping her up on the bar at the club and caressing her bare breasts. Working his way between her open legs with a small leather whip in his hand. Bending her over the bar and lightly slapping it against her ass while he worked his fingers and later his cock deep inside her. Scully's hands wandered down her stomach stroking and lightly scratching her flesh. She felt on fire but held off touching the center of her need just to prolong the exquisite torture a little longer. He would feel like iron plunging into her. His large body covering hers. Wrapped up in his warm virile smell. Her fingers traveled down to her thighs and stroked up the insides causing her body to shiver. She was so close. She began to inch up her short skirt and spread her legs wide. The cool air hit her fiery center and she began to moan. She pictured herself bent over the bar again when she dipped her fingers into her wetness. Skinner behind her holding the chain taunt with one hand and grasping her ass still so he could enter her with one powerful thrust. She reamed herself out with two fingers wishing it was Skinner fucking her so very hard. She could almost feel how his hard body would slam into her ass bottoming out in her. She would arch her back and beg him harder, harder, more, more. And he would give it to her hard. Just like the patrons of the club he would want to dominate her. Make her beg. His hand landing startlingly sharp slaps to her bottom and her ass would lift up wanting more. Her finger worked furiously in and out of herself. The gasps and groans she was making grew louder and louder. Uncaring, she started to rub her clit with her free hand and felt herself begin to fly. The illusion of Skinner's body wildly pounding into her bringing her higher and higher until she had to bite her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming his name. Lying there panting and sweaty, Scully could not believe she had allowed Skinner to enter her fantasies in that way. But still the thought of master Skinner loving her so thoroughly was causing tingles to travel the course of her exhausted body. She needed to finish this case and go home. Get away from her scowling boss with his beefy hands and rock hard erection. She had to keep her mind on something else and get some sleep. Rolling over she pulled the bedspread over her now chilled body and closed her eyes. Her last thought before sleep overcame her was how would she ever face him in the morning. Skinner closed his bedroom door and tried to calm down himself. He'd never know how he'd managed to drive back from that damn place without wrecking the car or jumping Dana Scully. The thought of her sitting between his legs was going to tease his memory for a long time. He managed to shrug out of his jacket and pull off the sweat soaked turtleneck. He pushed the cat out of the way as he unlocked his briefcase. His weapon and wallet were placed carefully in his brief case as he looked over at the laptop sitting on the classic walnut desk. Hell, he should be checking his e-mail; writing up his field evaluation report, but all he could think about was Scully. He unzipped his slacks and just the brush of his hand against his cock was enough to make it throb again. God he was so hot for a woman. No damn it, Skinner, be honest he thought. Not any woman, a petite spirited redhead. He lay down on the bed and slid his hand around his throbbing cock. He thought about the club again. Imagined Scully taking off her blouse so he could fondle her breasts. He's seen how hard her nipples were. He knew in the cool air how they tighten when he licked them. His fantasy Scully whimpered as his hand slid under her short skirt, even as he tightened her leash and pulled her mouth close to his. He'd taste her lips; suck her tongue while he explored her pussy with his fingers. She'd be soaking wet and moan as he pushed in and out, rubbing her clit. She'd plead with him until he lifted her up and position her on his lap. He'd push her legs apart and slid in very, very slowly. And she'd be as tight as his fist was right now. But he wouldn't stop until he was buried in her right up to his balls. Then he'd grab her slim hips and begin lifting her off again while she clung to his shoulders. He'd feel her muscles grab and try to hold him in. And he'd keep it up, thrusting and pounding in her until she screamed her release and then his balls would tighten and he'd push hard on last time and, and . . . Skinner suddenly exploded with a groan, coming all over his hand and chest. When he could breathe normally, he started to get up. Then he noticed Jenny Mullryne had been sitting beside him on the bed, watching the whole proceeding with great interest and now sniffed at the musky sex smell in the air. "Peeking tom," he accused. Jenny yawned as if unconcerned about his accusation of voyeurism. "Well cat, if what that old woman says about you is true, at least you know who needs a wild night of fucking," he said with grim amusement as he head for the bathroom. Jenny watched him with an inscrutable cat look and then hopped down from the high bed to continue her own pursuits. Elsewhere in Savannah that night, a figure in gray stood in a small garden under a full moon. Gray candles flickered in hurricane lamps as she gathered herbs to throw into a simmering pot. Her voice softly chanted "Burn and Blaze! Burn and Blaze! Magical Powers here I raise!" She paused a moment as she picked up a camellia bloom and crushed it in her hand. The red petals drifted down to the brew and then sank out of sight in the depths. "Earth below and moon above, Bring power to this charm of love." A cream colored cat watched from the shadows and purred softly to herself in anticipation. THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE WIP 8/? NC-17 BY: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Skinner and Scully reflect on their actions last night at the club and try not to kill each other. Humble and awed thanks to ANNE VERMILLION for superlative beta and outstanding insights and to Batela for her encouragement in the middle of a cross country move. Comments and Feedback are welcomed with a tall glass of sweet iced tea! clueseek@swbell.net or Viceyy@aol.com PART 8 Scully woke up to find a curt note from Skinner slipped under her door. It explained that the Senator's office had called. He would have to spend the day there reviewing the case status and assuring the politicos that everything possible was being done to properly investigate the crime. His bold script ordered her to get a cab, making sure to obtain a receipt, and go on to the Medical Examiners without him. She was also instructed to call him on his cel phone hourly with updates and to be prepared to give him a full report that evening. 'Brother that was all she needed!' She angrily crumpled the note and tossed in the general direction of the wastebasket. He could take his cel phone and shove it up his domineering ass for all she cared. She did not need him standing over her shoulder. She could run this investigation with one hand tied behind her back. Scully almost laughed out loud at the old saying. 'Hands tied behind her back' was an image that had fueled a lot of the madness from the night before. Any desire she had felt quickly changed to anger at his micromanaging, anal-retentive, control freak personality and general inflexibility. It was his fault anyway for insisting that she play the slave last night anyway and she was damn glad to have the day away from him. She ate and dressed in her most conservative suit before waving good morning to Sophie and heading off to the ME's office. James Sudek's body was waiting for her. The Savannah medical examiner, Dr. Henry Wright, welcomed her with a hot cup of hospital coffee and a quip about her patient who could wait for few more minutes. Henry was a friendly and helpful sort of good old boy and with him helping her prep the body and take samples, Scully's morning passed quickly. There were a lot of clues to be found on the body itself. Bite marks and scratches on the back that were made by a human. Whip marks. Signs of anal penetration and slight rectal tearing. Bruising on the wrists and ankles and evidence on the penis of recent and excessive sexual activity. Sudek had obviously died with his boots off. The toxicology reports would take a week if done in Savannah, so she sent the body fluid and tissue samples off to Quantico. They owed her a favor and the sooner this case was solved, the sooner she could get away from Skinner. They told her they would call the results by the next day. Scully sat down at Wright's desk and looked over her findings. Although it was clear that Mr. Sudek had engaged in a good deal of physical activity and that fact was backed up by Sara's statement, the cause of death seemed to be respiratory arrest. 'So much for Mulder's belief that the man had died from total sexual exhaustion.' She thought as she left the morgue. Although she had left her required messages on his voice mail, Skinner had not called her back by the time she drove over to the Chatham County jail to talk with Sara again. She got there only to find out that her family or the Senator had posted the quarter million dollars in bail. When she called Sophie to get directions to the McIntosh home, Sophie immediately offered to come along on the interview. Her argument that her long- standing friendship with the family would help put Sara and her family at ease seemed logical. Sara's parent's home was almost as impressive as Sophie's was. Facing one of Savannah's beautiful squares, it was two stories and Cherokee roses climbed the elaborate wrought iron scrollwork that covered all the front windows. The butler showed them into a beautifully appointed sitting room and went off to announce them. Scully and Sophie settled down in the classic armchairs facing the French doors as Dana studied the room. Old money, she surmised. Ebony baby grand piano. Worn oriental rugs. Mixture of several periods of antique furniture. Fresh flowers in crystal vases. On the walls, Scully saw portraits of Sara and her siblings along with numerous silver framed photographs showing the family together through the years. There were photos of smiling children in Halloween costumes and blowing out candles on birthday cakes all with their proud parents beaming in the background. From the pictures, it seemed that Sara had been raised a happy child to very loving and devoted parents. Why had such a girl gotten herself involved with a man who frequented a sex market like the Warehouse? "I'm sorry but Sara is too exhausted to answer any questions right now. " Mrs. McIntosh said as she entered the room. "Perhaps I can help?" Sully had to settle for interviewing a weeping and emotional Mrs. McIntosh. Her answers were as Scully expected of a protective parent. No, she knew nothing about a Lady Grey. No, she didn't know anything about her daughter's sexual habits or alleged partners, not that it was nobody's business. And why was the FBI trying to grill her poor innocent child instead of trying to catch the fiend who had done this? Scully left the interview no closer to the answer than when she arrived. Skinner had very little patience for politicians at the best of times and this was certainly not the best. He had lost count of how many times he had explained to the Senator, the Senator's "Community Relations" liaison, the Senator's legal aid and various other hangers on, that it was inappropriate for him to discuss the evidence and case as this point. It must be considered confidential until it was presented to the Savannah District Attorney. No, it really didn't matter that the District Attorney was the Senator's wife's second cousin. Yes, they were pursuing all avenues of investigation including the possibility of drugs. Yes, they were investigating the likelihood that another perpetrator killed Sudek. Yes, he was aware that the Senator had a key vote on budget approval for the bureau. Yes, he did know it was an election year. As the Senator launched into his Family Values campaign speech, Skinner allowed his mind to wander back to the far more interesting subject of the night before at the warehouse. Dana Scully with a slave collar around her neck and giving him the leash. Scully with her hard nipples showing through her blouse. Scully sitting beside him in perfect submission. The light scent of her perfume and the musky smell of aroused woman. Her gasp at the slave auction when Cupcake bent over and showed off the double dildo. The restless movements she made when Daisy was whipped over Madame Lee's knee. The whole scene had aroused the fabled Hoover ice queen. Whatever her formidable, professional image, he knew after last night Dana Katherine Scully was a highly passionate woman. The pretend humble submissive and the objective controlled FBI agent were just clever masks she was hiding behind. The real Dana was feisty, stubborn and extremely sensual. "I absolutely agree Senator," Skinner said with a quick jerk back to reality. He had been around politicians and bureaucrats too long to be caught daydreaming. The Senator nodded pretentiously and continued his diatribe about the importance of high moral standards in the community. Skinner sighed to himself. He'd ordered Scully to call him hourly not only as part of the disciplinary action, but also to rescue him from this very situation. Obviously, she'd picked up some of Mulder's bad habits. Failure to properly file interim reports was another black mark on her confidential personnel file. As far as he was concerned, she still wasn't taking this disciplinary action seriously. The tedious meeting finally drew to a close and Skinner drove back to Sophie's townhouse. He had wanted to discuss the case with Scully before dinner. Damn her stubbornness in not calling in, anyway. For two cents he'd haul her ass back to the club tonight. Perhaps he'd take things further than just watching this time. He remembered his grandmother's comment, "Young man, if you can't hear, you can feel," right before she'd paddle his ass over something he'd been told to do. Maybe Special Agent Dana Scully could benefit from some of his grandmother's treatment. He thought about her firm white bottom wriggling under his hand. He'd bet in spite of her in controlled exterior, she'd squirm and maybe whimper. She'd rub against his hard cock. He'd slide a finger down her crease and dip it in her wet pussy. She'd push back against his hand and her muscles would clench... God, he felt himself growing hard just at the thought. Skinner suddenly grabbed up his cel phone and dialed Scully's number. He had given her a direct order and he couldn't wait until he got back to Sophie's to chew her out. Or did he just need to hear her voice, even if it was arguing with him? He refused to even consider that thought as he heard her phone ring. Scully hung up the phone after he was done yelling and tossed it down on the mahogany rice bed. She had tried to point out to him that his note had not specified she was to actually talk to him each hour. Leaving a message was technically calling in. But the domineering jerk seemed fixated on that point and she had been forced to listen once again to his rant about her following his directives. Scully stalked around her room before finding the perfect way to relax. Her bathroom had an old-fashioned white claw-footed tub and a shelf full of scented oils, lotions and bubbles. Scully filled the tub and added oil then sighed as she slipped beneath the scented water. Resting her head back against the edge of the tub, she barred all thoughts of Skinner from her mind. There was some lovely floral soap and a bottle of Mulberry lotion that she applied liberally to her legs after soaking until she wrinkled. She was almost peaceful enough to forget she had to face Skinner again. Standing before her bedroom's full-length mirror, she pulled on her soft casual clothes and puzzled over the case. Who was this Lady Grey? Was she merely a figment of Sara's imagination to divert suspicion from her or a real person, someone close to her? She remembered the genuine fear in Sara's eyes from the day before and discarded that idea; there was more to it than that. This Lady Grey was a real person and if they could find her, they could find the answers. She had tried to explain that to Skinner on the phone. The connection was at the Warehouse, she was sure of it. Scully felt herself flush at the thought of it. The images were still fresh in her mind of Daisy's punishment and the slave Cupcake's humiliation. But the image that caused her body to feel suddenly so excited was of Skinner. Her sitting on the floor beside him, her head resting on his knee. Finally looking up and seeing that the man was sporting such a huge and impressive erection and realizing that she could be the cause of it. She wanted to pretend it was because of the action going on around them, but some part of her was beginning to suspect it had something to do with her submissive posture. His brown eyes had been hot and hungry and it seemed to be, at least for a moment, that it was all directed at her. She would have to think about this. Tonight they would have to go back to the club and look again for the mysterious woman. Some twisted part of her was looking forward to it. How would Skinner react to a second night surrounded by all that hedonism? She wouldn't go easy on him. She still had another short skirt and tight blouse to wear. Why she wanted to tease her surly boss was beyond her. Maybe it was a response to the arrogant imperious attitude he had shown her since she had been caught covering for her partner. Skinner needed to suffer like she had the night before. Her face turned red at the thought of it. Lying on her bed touching herself and bringing herself to orgasm while picturing his strong hands doing wonderfully wicked things to her body. Yes, indeed Mr. Tight Ass needs to get his feathers ruffled for that one. Scully checked her appearance once more and then turned to go downstairs and face him. Sophie set a beautiful table with beeswax candles, red and pink camellias with Spanish moss, silverware, and fine old family china. Skinner was polite and business-like. Almost cold towards Scully, but was very attentive to Sophie. After his quick dismissal of the old woman the day before, it was nice to see him listening attentively to her rambling stories and asking her questions about her interests. Sophie insisted that they try a glass of her favorite mixed drink. It was called Chatham Artillery Punch and it did pack quite a punch. After one tall icy glassful, Scully felt herself become lightheaded. Skinner didn't seem to have any problems and, like Sophie, he drank a second one. The meal was classic old South cuisine: crab and shrimp vermouth, Savannah red rice, crisp steamed asparagus and feather light angel biscuits. Sophie smiled slightly as she glanced over at Skinner. "You do know how the people of Savannah are like the Chinese, don't you, Walter?" He shook his head politely at her. "We worship our ancestors and eat rice at every meal," the past president of the Savannah Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution said with a grin. Scully watched her boss through lowered lashes. He looked so handsome sitting across the table from her. She hated that he was barely speaking or looking at her. It shouldn't bother her, she knew, but it did. Scully felt a soft pat on her leg and looked down to see Jenny Mullryne begging for a bite of soft-shell crab. Scully gently pushed her away. The cat turned around and stalked off after giving her an indignant look. Scully shivered slightly. If that cat really was Jenny Mullryne, she was in serious trouble, Scully thought. Her head felt as though it was spinning and the room seemed so warm. She was kicking herself for drinking any alcohol when they had work to do. It was so unlike her, but she didn't want to disappoint Sophie. Finally when Sophie's twittering became too much for her, she excused herself to go dress for the club, forgoing the ambrosia and trifle for dessert. She turned once more as she left the room. Skinner's dark eyes were watching her leave and the look on his face was dangerous and inscrutable. A chill passed through her body from something unfathomable and Scully quickly left the room to go and dress. Skinner had watched Scully sitting across from him at the long walnut dinning room table. She had looked so demure and polished in the soft turtleneck sweater. He remembered their earlier phone call before he'd gotten back to the house. He'd chewed her ass out about leaving voice mail reports rather than phoning him as he'd ordered. Then, embarrassed by his own unprofessional sexual fantasies about a submissive Scully, he'd snapped at her again, when she proposed going back to The Warehouse Club tonight. But she was sure that searching for this unknown Lady Grey would shed additional light on the case and wouldn't back down. She'd stood her ground and insisted that she'd go alone if she had to. So, he'd finally let her talk him into it and reluctantly agreed to go back to the club. But God help him, if she was dressed like last night and gave him the leash to carry again, he didn't know how in hell he would control himself. Title: The Curious Curse Of Jenny Mullryne 9/? Authors: Leelee And Seeker One Rating: NC-17 Big time. No Kiddies. YOU BE WARNED! For disclaimers see part one. Pairing: Skinner and Scully with sexual tension and resolved sexual tension all over the place. Archive: Oh Yeah! Just let us know where. Feedback: We ADORE It! Viceyy@aol.com and clueseek@swbell.net Comments: Things really start to heat up as Skinner and Scully head back to the Warehouse. But along the way, they discover much to admire about the architecture of old Savannah. PART 9 The dizziness hadn't abated by the time she had managed to put on her clothes to go out to the club. She had dressed similar to the night before in her short skirt and tight blouse. She had purposely left off her bra wanting once again to fit in, but with her head spinning, she had been unable to find most of her things. She knew she had brought along plenty of clean panties, but after drunkenly ransacking her room she had given up ever finding where she had put them. Hopefully her stern boss would never find out what was missing from her attire. She tugged down her skirt and walked carefully down the stairs to meet Skinner in the foyer. Embarrassed by her low tolerance to the punch, she had suggested that they walk the three blocks to the club instead of drive. Maybe the cool night air would clear her head. Something told her she would need a very clear head to deal with her boss who kept looking at her in such a strange way. If she didn't know better she'd think it was the look of an aroused, possessive, horny male, but that was silly. Skinner was too controlled, too cold to ever let his hair down. Scully giggled at her analogy, causing Skinner to glare at her again. This was just an undercover assignment, Dana Scully, so sober up and behave yourself, she thought. The night was beautiful, clear and cool. Savannah seemed even prettier at night. The flickering glow of gas lamps on the street lit the sidewalks just enough to be soft and romantic. And lights in the open windows of many of the old houses they walked passed showed off the classic antique furniture and art work inside. They walked side by side down Abercorn Street. At least they weren't walking down Bull Street, which was a couple of blocks over, Scully thought with another giggle. What was wrong with her, she wondered? Tonight, everything was funny. She had only had one glass of punch, and Dana Scully didn't giggle. At least not usually. Skinner was as silent as the bronze statues they walked past as she tried to keep up with his longer strides. For some bizarre reason she felt the need to fill up the silence with a non-stop, one-sided dialogue. It was normally her who walked silently along while Mulder babbled on about this theory or that. But the combination of the alcohol and Skinner's stony silence had loosened her tongue and she found herself telling him everything. The autopsy results, the visit to the McIntosh house, she even found herself telling him about the furnishings there and what the street had looked like. Some small part of her brain told her to shut up, but just when she felt she just might, she would turn and look up at him and get dizzy again. She tottered along unsteady on three-inch heels and talked nonstop to her silent boss, not caring that he was not answering. Something about walking along with him in the moonlight was making her feel so light headed and free. Her legs rubbed together under her skirt and she enjoyed the sensation of the air against her bare bottom. She felt herself begin to swing her hips more than usual. Gone was her usual business like walk. She couldn't fight the urge to take Skinner's arm and lean in close. She clung to his strong forearm tightly. She needed the extra balance and loved the opportunity to feel the hard flesh under his clothes. She wanted to climb right up him like he was a tree. What the hell was wrong with this woman, Skinner thought? She'd only had one glass of that damn punch, but she was acting like she was plastered. He never pictured Scully a stupid drunk, especially since she had no idea what she was doing to him with her swaying hips and her breasts brushing against his arm *again*. She was holding on to him for dear life and tottering on those ridiculous heels like she couldn't walk. And chatter! He thought Mulder never shut-up. A drunk silly Scully was worse. She brushed against him, pointing out something in the townhouse beside them. Her breast was soft against his arm and her nipples were reacting to the chill night air. Shit, no bra. She wasn't wearing a bra again. By GOD he'd write her up for this, he decided, even as he remembered the woman in the club last night. Her master had ordered her to strip and allow strangers to fondle her breasts. How would Scully react if he truly made her his slave tonight? How far would she go to stay in character with this undercover assignment? Would she bare her breasts tonight like an obedient slave if he ordered her to? Would she blush and tremble as she slid that top off? He ground his teeth at the thought of finally being able to touch her. He'd like to fondle Scully all right, but he'd be damn if he'd let anyone else touch her tonight. No way he'd share with strangers what he'd waited years to see and possess. He growled softly in his throat at the thought. She brushed against him again to point out some stupid statue in the square they were walking by. All he could think of was pulling open that wisp of silk blouse Scully wore and licking those hard nipples. In his fantasy, he'd pin her against one of those damn oak trees and listen to her moan, begging him for more. And then he'd nip at her breasts, and mark her for his own property. The cool night breeze sobered him up somewhat. God almighty if Sherman had drunk some of that damn Artillery Punch, it's no wonder he had melted down all the church bells when he took over the city. His head was still buzzing as they reached the stone steps that led to the waterfront. They got to the steep worn stone steps that led down to the waterfront. Gracious, Scully thought, it looked like two flights of the damn things. Skinner went first, and she had to admire how sure-footed he was in the aftermath of Chatham Artillery Punch as he descended quickly. Something inside her said be careful girl. Her head was still buzzing and now her limbs felt a little numb. She began to walk down very carefully, putting out her hands to run along the stone wall for balance. They were so steep that it seemed to take her forever. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when her foot landed on the last step and slipped out from underneath her. Skinner's reflexes were still sure enough so that he whirled and caught her. He kept her from falling, but he almost fell himself once he took her full weight against his chest. They ended up leaning against the damp stone wall with Scully pressed hard against him. It was a complete shock to her senses. Skinner felt huge and made of steel. Her body felt hyper-aware of him and her hands gripped his large arms tightly. She felt physically unable to let go of him. Skinner took a deep breath, inhaling the special intoxicating scent of Dana Scully mixed with her perfume and maybe a little arousal and punch. Her soft breasts were flat against his chest and she looked up at him with a wild-eyed, 'fuck me now' look. He reminded himself about FBI regulations, taking advantage of someone who was not herself and started to push her away. But when she licked her upper lip, he lost it. The flames he'd been suppressing for the past few nights turned into a raging forest fire. She'd teased him for the last goddamn time, he thought. He grabbed her shoulders and as she opened her mouth to start talking again, he slammed her against the brick wall. Skinner started kissing her with all the frustration and passion of he'd been suppressing for months. Her lips were soft and yielding even as he plundered her mouth. Holding her head still with his big hand on the back of her neck, his kiss was demanding, punishing and he nipped her lips. She opened her mouth willingly and his tongue claimed her. He paused to order her "Suck it, Suck it now," and thrust his tongue back in. She obeyed him with a whimper and suddenly he felt a rush of power and arousal harder than he'd ever known. Her mouth felt like wet velvet as it wrapped around his tongue. Was this what the Doms at the club felt when they claimed their slaves? If so, god help him, he was lost. He wanted her now, he wanted to feel her mouth around his dripping cock, and he wanted her begging him to fuck her. His hand slid down her hips and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Almost without thinking her pushed it up and began to cup her ass in his palm. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. She moaned again in response to his rough touch and raised her leg to give him better access. His fingers felt the dampness on her thighs and his rock hard cock pounded with every beat of his heart as the realization dawned. Goddamnitalltohell, she didn't have on panties! Shit. Scully was thrusting against his hand, twisting, and panting her need. His rough hands caressed her tender flesh, rubbing and pinching. She was so warm and wet he couldn't believe it. She wanted this as much as he did. Suddenly he pushed two fingers in her without warning as his thumbnail scratched her clit. "Feel that." She arched against him in response and wrapped her leg around his hip. "You want it bad, don't you? God you're so wet I could fuck you now. Right here against this wall and you'd let me." He twisted his fingers inside her and she threw back her head and moaned. He rubbed her clit harder and he bent down and kissed her throat. He tasted the warm salt of her sweaty skin and felt her pounding pulse in her neck. Then he suddenly bit down hard. She shrieked in mingled pleasure and pain. Then with one more hard jerk of his hand, her muscles clenched and she came hard against his groping hand. Skinner rested his head on her shoulder and panted himself, desperately trying to control his wayward cock. God he was so hard, so close. If she even twitched, it was all over. Scully clung to him, her whole body shuddering with the force of her climax as Skinner's fingers stroked her down softly. He had stopped kissing her and was resting his head against her shoulder gasping for air. When he pulled his fingers out of her dripping sex, she moaned with disappointment at the feeling of emptiness. She wanted him to fill her to bursting with his rock hard cock. She rubbed her body against him and felt it, pressing against her stomach, begging for her attention. She wanted to wrap her hand around it. Her hand or her lips or her body she didn't care which. Her head was spinning and her body was on fire and despite her explosive orgasm, she wanted Skinner to fuck her right here and right now. Running her hands down his chest, she quickly found what she wanted. She stroked her fingers over Skinner's cock and grabbed his arm with her other hand to try and pull him in close. Skinner hissed and grabbed her hands in his. With fingers still damp with her juices, he pushed her back. He held her firm against the wall while she clutched at his damp fingers, wanting to drag them up to her mouth and suck her juices off them. They stood and stared at each other in the faint light. Both of their chests were heaving. Scully tried once again to pull him close. She just didn't want him to ever stop. Her body was burning with need and he seemed so controlled it was maddening. Skinner said not a word just grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door of the club. End of Part 9 Feedback is always welcome with sweet ice tea and the best spot on the front porch. Viceyy@aol.com and clueseek@swbell.net Title: THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE 10/? Rating: Definitely NC-17. Blatant dirty thoughts, adult toys, spanking, sex slaves, all that smutty stuff. No kiddies allowed. You're warned! By: LEELEE AND SEEKER ONE FOR DISCLAIMERS SEE PART ONE Archive: Absolutely. Just let us know where so we can come visit. Authors' Comments: First of all, thanks to everyone who asked about the progress on this chapter. It was so hot it literally fried Leelee's monitor. Special thanks go to the splendid women who helped us with beta: Batela, Anne Vermillion and the Cat. Each of you provided valuable insights and suggestions and it's a better story because of your help. Several people have asked about earlier chapters of this story. They are on Ephemeral. Just search under "Jenny" as your key word. Last but not least, yes we are working on Chapter 11. Encouragement, comments and other feedback are always welcome: Viceyy@aol.com clueseek@swbell.net Part 10 Skinner could barely manage to walk into the club. The doorman took one look at the very disheveled Scully and immediately averted his gaze with a smug grin. "The collar," Skinner snarled, snatching the box from the man's outstretched hand. Yeah, it was obvious what they had been doing, he thought, but goddamnit, if that obsequious little runt made one little comment he was a dead man. A small rational voice was screaming at him that this was an undercover operation, she was his subordinate, he couldn't let his fantasies take over. But the part of him that had tasted her kiss, felt the slick heat between her legs and heard her cries as she came didn't care. Tonight he owned Scully. He wanted her. He'd proved it once and by God before this evening was over he'd prove it again and again. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped as he held the open box before her. Scully blinked at the velvet box, still trying to balance on both those damned heels and legs that felt like rubber after what he'd done to her. She jerked slightly at Skinner's growl and reached out with trembling fingers to take the collar. Still dazed, she looked up into Skinner's determined expression and shakily placed the leather around her slim neck. The snap of the collar fitting into place sounded incredibly loud to her ears. It meant her surrender to him, even more than what he had done to her up against the wall outside. The tingling sensation she had felt the last time she had placed the collar on her neck returned. This time Scully welcomed it. She reveled in the titillating current that traveled from the collar straight to her dripping sex, easing the burning left there by Skinner's rough fingers. Collared, leashed, shivering with arousal, Scully felt Skinner's gaze burning into her. The leash dangled from her fingers, glinting in the low light. 'Take it' she silently implored him, 'take it and all of me along with it'. There was no rational thought as she begged him to own her with her eyes. Skinner glanced down at the thin leash she held out to him. His mouth went suddenly dry and his pulse pounded all the way down to his cock. He touched the leash that felt oddly light and pliable in his hand. 'Why not? Just once. Forget the fucking case. Just do it,' he thought as he fought to control his breathing. His hand closed around the small gold chain and he grabbed her arm and pulled her close enough so she was pressed against his hard cock. The silk of her blouse rustled softly as she thrust her breasts at him. She whimpered, and it drove him wild to hear that sound from her. Turning to the amused doorman, Skinner jerked on the leash and snarled at him "Well? Open the damn door!" The fat little man gulped audibly and opened the door with a flourish. Skinner ignored the whispered, "Enjoy your evening, Master Smith," as he led his unsteady slave into the bar. The large room was slightly more crowded tonight, with a wide variety of members. Three men in tailored business suits relaxed with expensive Cuban cigars, discussed the fluctuating stock market and casually fondled a voluptuous brunette girl. The crack of a hand on bare flesh or a moan of arousal occasionally punctuated the low drone of conversation. Skinner led Scully over to a quiet corner near the fireplace and sat down in a large leather armchair. His self-control hung by a thread. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the Oriental rug beside him. Scully sank to her knees. God, all he wanted to do was throw her down on the floor and fuck her brains out, right now. His pulse pounding in his cock agreed with this idea and he felt the moist trickle of pre-come dampen his shorts. Scully wiggled close to his leg until she was pressed against him. She looked up into his face and he watched the firelight play on her hair and noticed the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He reached out to brush away the moisture and Scully tipped her chin up to capture one of his fingers in her teeth. Blue eyes pleaded for his attention as she licked and sucked his fingers. Her tongue was warm and soft and wet. 'Just think what it would feel like wrapped around your cock,' Skinner thought. A raspy voice called out to him, breaking into his fantasy. "Still spoiling your slave I see, Master Smith," came the slightly sarcastic observation. "Madame Lee," Skinner glanced coldly over at the arrogant dominatrix. She wore black cashmere and leather. A very naked Daisy stood slightly to her right, his head bowed, his hands cuffed in front of him. Tonight, his leash fastened to a gold wire cage around his very erect penis. "Enjoying your new acquisition?" Skinner inquired. Madame sat down on a chair facing Skinner and snapped her fingers at her slave. "Bring us drinks," she ordered as she tossed the leash to Daisy. He nimbly caught it in his mouth and walked quickly to the long mahogany bar. Before he could place the order, a lady dressed entirely in gray called to the bartender. "John Thomas, punch for Madame Lee and her guests." The bartender quickly filled four tall crystal champagne flutes and placed them on a silver tray. Daisy stared down at them for a moment and then glanced at the woman. "Well, boy?" the Gray Lady asked in a voice with a terrifying snap. Daisy gulped softly and picked up the tray to carry back to his Mistress. He knelt before her and offered up the tray. Madame Lee took a glass and gestured for him to serve the other couple. Scully took the proffered glass of punch. Taking a slight sip she looked up at Skinner. God, she wished the awful woman he was talking to would go away. She took another large swallow of the cool punch and set it on the table. She wanted Skinner to focus on her needs. Damn it, she wanted him. Now. Her nipples felt painfully hard as she rubbed them against Skinner's thigh and squirmed at the friction. The encounter against the wall had simulated Scully to slow simmer. But heat of being a sex slave to Walter Skinner boiled through her crotch and her hands jerked. She wanted release. She wanted to come, now. A tall well-built slave in a thong strolled through the club with a large tray strapped around his neck like a cigarette girl from the nightclubs of the fifties. "Toys, amusements, enhancements," he called softly as he approached each small group. Madame Lee again snapped her fingers and gestured for him to show them his offerings. "Perhaps I might treat you to something, Daisy." She said to her silent, attentive slave who stood obediently beside her chair. The slave knelt between Madame Lee and Skinner's chairs. "The finest in clamps, paddles, and dildos for your slave's correction and your amusement," he whispered. Scully leaned over Skinner's knee for a better look. Damnit, Skinner had ignored her for long enough. She reached over and grabbed a medium size vibrator. With a defiant glance at Skinner, she pulled off the gray paper and ribbon, flicked it on and began running it over her throat and breasts. "Well, at least something is working right this evening," she purred. "Impudent hussy," Madame Lee hissed at her. "If you can't control your slave any better than that, Master Smith, then sell her to someone who can. Edge player indeed, " she snorted. Skinner glared at Madame Lee and then glanced down at his pretend slave. Scully closed her eyes, and almost purred with pleasure as she ran the vibrator over her sensitive nipples. One hand had begun to slowly unbutton her blouse and she opened her eyes and looked straight into his, daring him to stop her. It was obvious she was enjoying her little show as she slowly licked her lips. He mentally tallied her offenses of the last few days. Not taking this disciplinary action seriously. Ignoring his orders. Not wearing underwear. Teasing him. Defying him. He'd always wanted to blister Mulder's ass for many of the same things, for that smug rebellious gleam in his eyes that was mirrored in his partner's right now. So, now we've reached payback time, Dana Katherine Scully, he thought. "I've had enough of your insolence," he snapped. He grabbed Scully by her arms and dragged her across his lap. Ignoring her cry of surprise, he snatched the vibrator from her hand and pulled up the short skirt, exposing her firm white bottom. 'Your ass is mine tonight, little girl,' he decided. Positioning her on his lap with her bare butt raised, he rested his hand for an instant on her smooth flesh. Her quivering skin was warm and soft under his rough hand. 'Finally,' he thought. His hard cock jerked in agreement. Scully gasped at the first smack of his hand, the sting and the shock taking her breath away. There was no preliminary gentleness like Madame Lee had used on Daisy the night before. Just a barrage of hard stinging swats one after the other. Scully gasped and began to whimper. The humiliation of being spanked in front of Madame Lee and Daisy caused her whole body to flush with shame. She began to twist on his lap and try to get away. And every time she jerked, she rubbed across his rock hard erection. He caught her right hand and pinned it to the small of her back, grinding her into his cock. The strokes began to burn all the way through to her pussy. Shame quickly turned to lust in her and she lifted her ass silently asking for more. The erotic sensation of painful pleasure caused her to arch her back wantonly. Not wanting him to stop, wanting the punishment to go on and on. The slaps stopped and Skinner held her in place with his hand over her stinging bottom and felt the warmth rising from it. Roughly, he caressed her tender flesh. She moaned in response. Skinner slid a finger down between her thighs to test the wetness and she spread her shaking legs wide for him, beyond caring that anyone near could see her dripping need. His hand cupped her sex and his cock throbbed against her in almost perfect harmony with her pounding heart. Scully was panting from the painful pleasure. Her body humming from the heat radiating off her well spanked bottom. She fought against his grip wanting him to touch her more. Desperate for him to satisfy her need. She felt him reach for something before he whispered, "This is for that little show you just put on." She cried out as the first stroke of the leather riding crop sang across her reddened skin. "And this is for not calling me today," he said, as two more quickly followed. The pain was so much stronger than before that Scully cried out again and tried to get away. The shock of the lashes woke her quickly from the haze of arousal. 'Why am I allowing him to do this to me?' she thought desperately. Skinner held her firm and delivered one more stinging blow. "And that's to remind you just who's in charge here!" he bellowed. His hand once again covered her burning flesh. Scully twisted up to look at him, in shock at what had just happened. The look on his face sent her head swimming off again in a tide of excitement. Skinner had finally lost it. He had lost all control! She was seconds away from feeling all his passion unleashed on her insanely needy body. Roughly pushing her off his lap, he grabbed the leash and dragged Scully towards the nearest door. Soft laughter followed them from the direction of the bar. End of Chapter 10 Let us know what you think! Viceyy@aol.com clueseek@swbell.net Title: THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE Part 11/13 Rating: NC-17. Blatant kinky smut of the Skinner-Scully variety. By: Leelee And Seeker One For Disclaimers See Part One Archive: Oh Yeah! Just let us know where and we'll come visit Author's Comments: Hand written Thank You notes on ivory paper to Batela and Cat for their superb beta! It's a better story because of their help. Thank you too to everyone who gave us feedback and kept asking about the status of the story. It's been great fun and the end is in sight! P.S. Several of you have asked about earlier chapters. It's on the list archive or go to ephemeral and search on the key word "Jenny". Feedback is adored and welcome with a tall glass of sweet iced tea. clueseek@swbell.net, Viceyy@aol.com PART 11 Skinner threw open the fire-exit door and let it bang against the outside wall with a loud metallic crash. Scully stumbled behind him as he tugged on her leash. He led her into the alley behind the bar then spun around to glare at her. In the dim light of the flickering exit sign, she could see his glazed eyes and slightly dilated pupils. The door slammed closed behind them, silencing the noise from the bar and leaving them alone facing each other. Scully stared up at Skinner. He was looking at her with an intensity that made her legs shake. Her soft whimper echoed in the empty alley and the moisture of her excitement trickled down her thighs. Her body ached to feel his cock inside her. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to get laid. The alleyway was nothing more than a short corridor between two large old warehouses with only enough room for one car to park in it. Skinner grabbed her by both arms and pulled her roughly over to the car. Vaguely she realized it was an antique grey Rolls Royce like Sophie's, but that quickly faded to the periphery. The only thing she saw was Skinner standing in front of her. The only thing she heard, other than their mutual harsh breathing, was the drip-drip of water falling over the ancient brick walls around her. Scully's whole world had narrowed down to this dark alley. Nothing else was important any more, not the FBI, not her hospitalized partner. Nothing but the touch and feel of the man she was with. More than anything, she wanted Skinner. She wanted him as man. She wanted to see him to out of control. She wanted him gasping her name when she sucked his cock. She wanted him hot and spurting inside her. She wanted it all. And, by god, she wanted it now! Scully reached out and found Skinner quickly in the dim light. The fabric of his shirt crackled as she stroked it. 'Too much starch,' she thought. 'Just like him. All inflexible and rigid.' Pressing herself into his hard body, she slid her fingers up his torso and ran her hands over his chest. She wanted to break down that stiff façade and get to the man underneath. She wanted to push him over the edge. "Well, Master," she whispered sarcastically. "Think you can handle me now? Or maybe I should ask Daisy if he would oblige me? And you can just watch." She began to thrust her pelvis against his groin. His cock was rock hard. Skinner couldn't believe it. She was still baiting him, taunting him, rubbing against him like that damn cat. She humped against him again desperately. And God almighty he was so hard, he ached. He'd never wanted a woman this much. He reached out suddenly and grabbed the back of her head, stretching her neck up to look in her eyes. Her soft hair tickled his palm. "You want it bad, don't you girl?" he asked, his voice as rough as his words. He had never wanted a woman so much. Suddenly words filled his mouth, he never thought he'd say to Dana Scully "You want my big cock up your wet pussy. You want me to fuck you right here in the alley." He slid his hand up under her skirt. She moaned in response and reached for his belt. He felt the scratch of nails as she tugged down his zipper and slipped her warm hand inside his shorts. She immediately began caressing him. He brushed the damp curls between her legs. She was slick beneath his fingers. Scully whimpered and twisted, trying to push his fingers in deeper. Her hand began fondling his rock hard penis, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive underside. She could barely reach around it. "Feel that?" he grunted. "You really think you can handle one my size?" The hot precum oozed out of his aching cock. He was so close he thought he'd come in her hand. "Just fuck me now. Please. Anyway you want it. I can take it," she moaned. She twisted desperately up to kiss him and suck at his lips. His hand held her head firmly forcing her to look at him. "I'll fuck you so hard, you'll beg me to let you come. And right now I want to see your red ass bent over the hood of this car." Skinner released her head and began ripping at her blouse. The small pearl buttons made light pinging sounds as they bounced off the car. Her white breasts were pale and iridescent in the dim light. The gold leash hung down between them. He bent down and caught a nipple between his teeth, tugging at it gently. Scully keened in response, frantically stroking him as she arched her back. He suddenly pulled away and spun her around, pushing her down hard against the Rolls. Her legs splayed out to help her keep her balance. He grabbed the leather collar and pulled her head close to his mouth. "You're mine now, slave. So bend over and spread' em," he growled in her ear. Scully pressed her breasts onto the hood of the car. Rubbing them back and forth against the cool metal eased their ache and aroused her even more. She stuck her ass out shamelessly and felt Skinner roughly pull her skirt up baring her red striped bottom. His hands caressed her tender flesh and Scully felt the juices dripping out of her burning sex in response. The fire that he had started on her ass was consuming her whole body. She groaned, begging him to end her suffering. Taking her hands in one of his, Skinner anchored them to the small of her back, pinning her body onto the hood of the car. He kicked at her feet forcing her to spread her legs wide. She was completely exposed to him and she stuck her ass out as far as she could so he would see her cunt swelled up for him. She was throbbing and dripping and damn, she would screech like a banshee if he didn't fuck her soon. Skinner ran his hand over her sore bottom and stuck his fingers between her folds to test her wetness. His hand had to come away drenched as wet as she was and she felt the movement of him pulling down his pants. "No! Please let me. I want to see you." Scully craned her neck around to see him. She wiggled her body under his strong grip and tried to turn around so she could get her hands on him. She wanted to see what she's been playing with, to take his cock and feel it hard in her hand, taste it in her mouth. He forced her back by landing a stinging slap over her sensitive ass. "Be still. You turn around again and I'll whip your ass so hard, you won't sit down again for a week," he growled. Skinner held her like that, pinned down to the car while she whimpered and pleaded for him to fuck her. Her head was spinning faster and faster and her body had never felt such tension in all her life. She was poised on the brink of an orgasm already. Just when she felt she would die from need, she felt him nudging at her swollen opening. He impaled her with one powerful thrust. Scully shrieked at the painful pleasure of being filled so quickly. His cock stretched her open wide. In her madness, it was the most intensely pleasurable feeling in the world. She felt herself fly off into space just from his first thrust. His body stayed still as she quivered and gasped around him. Her muscles gripping him tight while her body contorted with her orgasm. Skinner waited until she had calmed down before pulling himself slowly out and thrusting into her deeply. Within seconds he was pounding into her again. Letting go of her hands, he grabbed her ass and yanked her back to him so he could deepen the thrusts. Scully began to wail at the sensation. Her hands grabbed at the hood of the Rolls trying to hold on, but the metal was too slick. Grinding her breasts into the cold metal, she cried out and lifted her ass to accept each thrust. Allowing him take over all control. "OhGod," he gasped. "So tight. So good." His heavy balls slapped against her body with every stroke. His fingers tightened against her sore butt, denting the hot flesh. Scully suddenly came hard again, her wet pussy clamping down on Skinner's cock like a vise. He panted and moaned in response. "Well, I'm not done yet, slave. You started this game, now I'm going to finish it," he growled in her ear. Skinner suddenly pulled out of her dripping pussy and grabbed her shoulder. He turned her over until she was lying on her back with her red bottom pressed against the cold metal of the hood. Scully moaned again as he seized her legs and lifted them up on his shoulders. Her dripping pussy was wide open. More exposed than ever as he suddenly parted her sex lips and pushed in hard. Every powerful stroke ground against her sensitized clit and pounded her tender ass against the car. His thick shaft pummeled her, tormenting her. She came again, screaming her release. Her cunt clamped down on him, wringing him hard. Skinner's balls tightened up and with one final thrust, he spurted hard into her again and again. Scully lay back gasping on the hood. She stretched her arms out above her head and tightened her thighs around Skinner's waist. She needed air. Great big panting lungs-full to slow her pounding heart. Skinner's cock twitched inside her and a drop of his sweat fell on her heaving breasts. He seemed as wiped out as she was, but he stayed oddly hard and buried deep inside her. Clamping down her muscles, she milked his cock with her pussy and was gratified to hear his deep moan. She never felt so blatantly sexual, so delectably wanton, so shameless. He may have just given her the best and most mind- blowing sex of her life, but she still wanted more. Skinner took the leash in his hand and slowly tugged on it until she was sitting up with him still buried deep inside her. Covering her lips with his, he kissed her long and hard until the lack of oxygen caused them to pull apart. Skinner looked into her eyes and saw a slight look of confusion mirrored his own feelings. What had he done? "We've got to get out of here." He said in a gruff voice. Scully moaned with disappointment when she felt his beautiful cock slip out of her. He pulled her off the car until she was standing on the ground with a mixture of her abundant juices and his, trickling down her shaky legs. The musky smell of sex and sweat was heavy in the still night air. Giving her only moments to close her blouse and pull down her skirt, Skinner yanked up his pants and walked back into the bar. Scully couldn't believe it as she tried to keep up with his long strides through the crowded club. No one seemed terribly concerned or even noticed that she was half dressed and obviously had been well fucked. Daisy grinned at her as they passed by. 'What is wrong with me?' she wondered. She'd had more sex tonight than since she'd joined the X- files and she was still desperately horny. She paused for a moment to grab her vibrator and a glass of punch and followed Skinner out the door. After all the night was still young. A woman dressed in grey turned and watched them leave. She smiled as she raised her punch cup in salute. End of Chapter 11 Title: THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE 12/13 By: Leelee And Seeker One Rating: Nc-17. Serious Smut Of The Skinner - Scully Variety Archive: Absolutely. Just Let Us Know Where. For Disclaimers See Part One Author's Comments: Hordes of Virtual Chocolates and Flowers to Batela and The Cat for their superb beta and excellent insights. This story is all the better for their hard work. Our special thanks also go to a significant other, who prefers to remain anonymous, for his suggestions about Scully's actions with the vibrator and the resulting fun. We're on the home stretch with this one. Thanks to everyone who's been following the story and for letting us know that you're enjoying it. Several people have written to ask about earlier chapters. They're all posted on Ephemeral. Just search on the key word "Jenny." As always, we adore feedback clueseek@swbell.net or Viceyy@aol.com PART 12 They walked quickly through the dark streets of Savannah back to Sophie's. Flickering gas street lamps cast small pools of light on the sidewalk. Scully stumbled along behind Skinner panting as she tried to keep up with him. The combination of trying to walk a straight line, hold her shirt closed and hang onto her boss and her new vibrator were almost too much for her. She paused a moment to gulp down the rest of the punch from the club and toss the cup a nearby trashcan. It left a faint bitter taste on her tongue. Skinner seemed determined to get back to Sophie's quickly. She hoped, with any luck, he would take her straight to bed. The sex in the alleyway had only whetted her appetite and she wanted more. Daring to cop a quick feel on the front of Skinner's smooth wool pants, she felt his still rock hard cock. 'Ah, you can't lie to me. You wanted more too, big boy' she thought. Even Skinner grabbing her hand and pushing it roughly away didn't deter her. An isolated part of her couldn't believe her behavior. Dana Scully had never done anything like this. Playing the slave for an undercover case was one thing, but her behavior in the bar, much less out in the alley, was totally out of character for her. Scully shook her head and tried to clear it. Something nagged at her. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Something important. Hurrying along beside Skinner, she tried to focus her thoughts. But then she bumped against his firm thigh and all she wanted to think about, all she wanted to feel, was his strong chest under her fingers and his big cock pounding deep inside her body. There was a tug at her neck and she felt the smooth leather slave collar she still wore around her neck. Skinner had taken the leash in his hand and was using it to hurry her along. She doubled her pace to keep up with his long steps and clung to his arm when her head began to spin again. Letting go of her shirt, she let it open and allowed her breasts to jiggle as she walked. The cool evening air blowing across them tightened her nipples to aching points. Her desperate arousal caused her to press herself into his side and point to a close wooden bench. "Come on Skinner, do me in the park," she begged hoarsely. "You know you want to. Fuck me hard." Skinner paused and stared down at his agent in disbelief. Her face was flushed and she deliberately licked her lips, teasing him. Her torn silk blouse hung open and Scully suddenly cupped her breasts. She pushed the hard pink nipples up toward him, the vibrator in her hand poking up between them like an errant cock. "This is a scene out of some porn video," he thought. He clenched his hands until the nails bit into his palms. He felt his heart beat all the way down to his aching cock. God, he wanted to touch her again. To taste the slightly salty flavor of Scully sweat. To feel that slick wet pussy. To hear her moan and whimper. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her, right now in the goddamn park. A honking car horn on the other side of the square jerked him back to reality. 'What the hell am I doing?' he wondered. A small rational voice inside him said, 'Get back to the house. Take a cold shower. Drink some hot coffee. For god's sake, get back in control.' Scully rubbed against him again, and he smelled her musky sex scent. Well, he mentally compromised; they could at least get back to the townhouse. The leash felt warm in his hand as he jerked it. "Get your ass moving, girl, right now" he growled. Somehow he finished the walk back and up the stone stairs to the big double front doors. As he paused to pull out the house key, Scully leaned back against the doorframe. She rolled her head back against the wood. "What do you think, Master?" she teased in a hoarse voice. "You man enough to take care of me?" Skinner wouldn't look her in the eye. His hands shook as he used the key to open the door and pull her roughly inside. He grabbed her upper arms and pushed her back against the wall. His breath was hot against her skin. "Now listen to me and listen good," he growled. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's going to stop. Right here. Right now. No more. This did not happen. And it will not happen again. Do you hear me, Agent? I am going upstairs, taking a shower and going to bed. Good night." Then without even waiting for a response he released her and stomped away, the ancient hardwood floors creaking in protest. Scully watched in amazement as he quickly headed up the circular staircase. His ramrod straight posture would have made the marines proud. Scully just noticed the Italian wool pants tighten on his firm ass as he climbed to the second floor. She felt a wave of lust wash over her at the sight. Even as dizzy and hazy as she felt now, she wasn't going to let him get away with just walking off, pretending that this evening never happened. She waited a moment until she heard the hall bathroom door shut then she slowly mounted the staircase herself. A sudden "Meow" at her feet made her stop and looked down. Jenny Mullryne was sitting primly on the landing. Scully dizzily leaned over and stroked the cat's soft fur. "What have you got, missy?" Scully asked, noticing that the cat was playing with something. It was a long, gray scarf with dangling fringe. Scully detached it from Jenny's claws and held it in her hand. The material was pashmina silk and obviously expensive. She fingered its softness and the nagging feeling returned. Something was not quite right. The scarf was important somehow. But then Jenny rubbed against her leg and the velvety feel of the cat's long fur on her sensitive bare flesh caused a shiver to pass through her. Her body had never felt so alive. All her nerve endings tingled. She stroked the scarf over her heated face and moaned at the sensuous feel of it. Looking up the staircase, her face broke out in a wide smile. 'I'm not done with you yet, Walter Skinner!' Tucking her vibrator under her arm, she headed back up the stairs. She could hear the shower running in the hall bathroom as she reached the landing. Skinner must have wasted no time stripping down and getting in. She wondered if the water was cold. It would have to be in light of the impressive hard-on he had sported on the walk home. He was a prude and a coward, she thought, trying to deny what they both so obviously wanted. He was also careless, she realized with a grin as she tried the doorknob and realized that he had forgotten to lock the door. She entered the bathroom and was mildly surprised to find the room full of steam from what must be a very hot shower. Hearing Skinner's moans, she tore off the rest of her clothes and slipped behind the shower curtain. Skinner leaned back against the tile wall. Hot water coursed over his nude body. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back and he slowly stroked his beautiful cock with one hand and rubbed his hard masculine nipple with the other. Scully had never in her life seen a more erotic picture. She was awestruck by how sexy her boss looked and how much she wanted him. She fell to her knees. Skinner only startled slightly when she pulled his wet hand away from his erection and ran her tongue around the head. She looked up into his eyes and smiled at the look of surprise and deep lust she saw there. 'Go to bed? I don't think so' she thought as she plunged him into her eager mouth, 'You haven't seen anything yet.' Skinner groaned loudly as she started to work his cock with her mouth. Filling her mouth with moisture, she took him in as deep as she could before pulling back to tease him with the tip of her hot tongue. Skinner's hands began stroking her face and tangling through her wet hair while she ran her tongue down his shaft and lapped at his balls. Using her hands, she started to stroke him gently while she circled his cock head with her tongue and lapped at the salty pre- cum that beaded on the tip. The water poured down her back and she couldn't help it when her fingers slipped down her body and found her own throbbing clit. Looking up at Skinner, she took him deep down her throat and loved the desperate noises he made. 'Uh huh. Who is the bad-ass Master now?' she thought. Skinner was rocking his hips back and forth, fucking into her mouth and she felt his body tensing. Gripping his cock firmly she pulled away and almost laughed when he groaned "No!" Oh how the tables had turned. She stood up, still holding his twitching erection in her hand. He could not intimidate her with his scowl and his barked order to "Suck me off, Scully! Now!" For the first time tonight she felt the power of his need for her and that power was better than all of the excitement she had felt so far. She pressed herself up against his wet, slippery body and looked up into his eyes. "So, you want to fuck me, big guy?" Skinner groaned deep in his throat and pulled her tightly against him before he covered her lips with his own in a deep kiss. The kiss took her breath away. She felt the shower moving under her. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she had to hold on tight to his slick shoulder and his hard cock to keep from melting into a puddle of need at his feet. His hands were everywhere on her body. Squeezing her ass, pulling her thigh up until it was wrapped around his. She wanted him to lift her high, impale her on his hard cock, and then pound into her until she screamed. The water at her back suddenly went cold, chilling her lust and bringing back her perverse desire to bring this large sexy man to his knees. She had to fight to get out of his slippery grip. Letting go of her hold on him, she quickly turned off the water and bolted from the shower. She ignored his yell of, "Get your ass back here!" and only paused to grab the vibrator and the curious gray scarf from the pile of discarded clothes before she ran from the bathroom and out into the hall. She made it as far as her bed before he hit her from behind. His hard body pressed her into the softness of the mattress. His skin burned against her back and his cock wedged between her thighs. She raised her still tender ass and rubbed him until he moaned and bit at the back of her neck. His hands grabbed her from behind and Scully knew that if she didn't take charge in one fiery moment all control would be his. She tried to wiggle free, but he continued to hump her from behind and devour the sensitive back of her neck with his lips. Perhaps he would respond to words, verbal supplication. "No, Walter. Please don't" Her voice was breathless. Pleading. Scully sat up and looked at him lying beside her on his back. Skinner peered at her, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. His natural concern for her safety would work to her advantage. She climbed up on top of him and his face relaxed when he felt her warm thighs straddling him. Leaning down until her breasts were pressed flat against his chest, she kissed his mouth. She moaned and the sound trembled on his lips. Shifting until his erection thrust against her swollen sex, she rubbed herself back and forth against it. She could come from just that, she thought, as his hard flesh slipped against her clit in the most amazing way. Skinner lay very still, his breathing ragged and his eyes squinched shut as if he were in pain. She stilled her movement and looked at him. God was he a beautiful man! Now that he didn't seem to be fighting his need any more, he was also very agreeable. She sat up further on his chest and let her wet sex rest on his abdomen. Skinner groaned. "Come on baby. Don't stop." "Impatient Skinner? After pushing me away you. Now you want me?" "God, Yes! Want to fuck you through the mattress." She just laughed at his forceful tone. "Calm down, sir. We wouldn't want the rest of the house to know you have no self-control." This seemed to cool him down a bit. Rubbing herself slowly back and forth over his stomach, her face broke out in a wide smile. He seemed content to let her be on top for the moment. She knew he had a lot of his self-image invested in maintaining control of any situation. It thrilled her to her toes to realize that she could make him lose that control. She leaned down and gave him a long kiss, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then sucking it into her mouth. His body felt so warm and strong underneath her. All that passion bottled up inside such a muscular package. She reached out and took the vibrator in her hand. Giving him a mischievous smile, she turned it on and started running it down his neck. Skinner lifted his chin, giving her more access and she ran it down his neck and over his chest. He moaned when she ran the vibrator slowly over his small flat nipples. She followed the vibrator with her mouth. Swirling her tongue over the now hard nubs. Backing off his body, she ran the vibrator down his firm abdomen and stroked just the tip of it over his hard cock. Skinner's mouth dropped open as the tube shivered against his hard flesh. His brown eyes focused on her and she gazed back. Lifting the vibrator, she brought it to her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip of it. Skinner was staring at her every movement. His face flushed and his fists clenching at his sides. She pushed the vibrator until it was slowly going deep into her mouth. Her lips felt swollen and moist around it. She moaned around the hard plastic invasion. Skinner's body language said he only held on to himself by a thread. Taking the vibrator out of her mouth, she once again ran it, now slick with moisture, down his throbbing cock. When she slid it down onto his balls he gave a cry and reacted so quickly she could not defend herself. The vibrator fell out of her grip when he flipped her over onto her back and held her down. Taking both her hands in one of his and pinned them above her head. "So you want to play, little girl?" He had the scarf in his hands and her wrists tied together with it so fast it made her head spin. "I'll show you play." His hard leg pushed her thighs apart. She whimpered. He didn't pause as he guided himself in her soaking pussy. With one hard thrust, he buried himself in her. She stretched around him. By god, he'd tried to keep away, but he just couldn't. She was so hot, so wet, so beautiful. He wanted her so much. Hell if he was honest, he'd always wanted her. He paused to push her legs further apart. Her skin was soft under his hand. Helplessly he thrust into her. Part of him was yelling to slow down, take it easy, make long slow strokes. His body ignored it. He couldn't hold back any longer. Her body clutched his cock, clenching him in the throes of her orgasm. Distantly he heard her scream his name. He couldn't stop. Nothing mattered. Darkness spiraled around him, pulled him down. End of 12 THE CURIOUS CURSE OF JENNY MULLRYNE 13/13 Authors: Leelee and Seeker One Rating: NC-17 Keywords: Skinner/Scully. Archive Status: Absolutely Just let us know where For Disclaimers See Part One Authors: This is the closing chapter of this story. Please see the notes and comments at the end. clueseek@swbell.net, Viceyy@aol.com Part 13 Scully was having such a deliciously erotic dream. She lay naked in a huge bed, covered by soft sheets and pressed up against an equally naked and hard body. Her fantasy lover's shoulder cradled her face and her breasts flattened against his muscular chest. Pulling her leg up slowly, she moaned as his hairy thigh rubbed against the tender inside of her own. She hummed softly and let herself float along in the haze between waking and deep slumber. His heat and musky smell surrounded her. Lying in his arms on the soft bed was the perfect place for her to drift away. From the edge of her consciousness she heard her cel phone scream. She burrowed deeper into her fantasy lover's warm body and willed her partner to go away. It had to be Mulder. He always spoiled everything. But she was determined that he wouldn't ruin this wonderful dream. Gently rubbing her breasts against her lover's surprisingly realistic body, she lulled herself back to sleep after the ringing finally stopped. Scully tried to close her ears to the sound when the cel phone started screeching started again. But she couldn't fight off the annoying intrusion any longer. This time she jerked into wakefulness and realized that the wonderful dream was a reality. Her lover held her tightly, snoring softly. His body felt hot and hard against her. The events of last night came back in a rush and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that her fantasy lover was Walter S. Skinner, her boss. She rested her chin on Skinner's chest and attempted to open eyes that felt glued shut. A flash of pain stabbed directly from one temple to the other and a surge of nausea stabbed at her. Lifting her head was not a good idea. She expected to see her boss, all nude and sexy, but when she finally managed to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was grey fur. Jenny Mullryne was lying on Skinner's chest and glaring at her. The irritating feline was looking at Scully as if she were intruding on her own personal man-pillow. Scully pulled back a bit, then stopped. She'd be damned if she was going to be intimidated by a cat. She worked her dry mouth, trying to get up enough saliva to speak, but all she could manage was a weak "shoo". Jenny just gave her a disdainful look and settled her furry head back down on Skinner's chest, her loud purrs announcing that Scully had met her match. The cel phone shrilled again, the sound piercing her head like a knife through the eye. She had to get up and answer the damn thing. Maybe then Mulder would go away. Slowly, feeling every aching muscle and the turmoil in her stomach, she pushed herself to the horizontal. BIG Mistake! Sit still, she told herself, and perhaps the rolling in your stomach will slow. How did it happen, she wondered, that moments before she'd felt safe, relaxed and now a wave of nausea rolled through her like a tsunami. Holding her head in her hands, she ran on legs that felt like Jell-O to the bathroom. She barely had the presence of mind to kick the door closed before she threw up violently into the toilet. Afterwards, she curled her sweaty and shaking body up onto the small bath mat and laid her head onto the cool tile. The tile soothed her burning cheeks and her stomach began to settle. But it was not enough; nothing would be enough for her to face the one question she knew she would have to answer. Why? Why had she allowed this to happen? The night was kind of fuzzy, but not fuzzy enough for her to forget that she had acted like a sex- crazed bitch in heat. And why had she decided to go crazy all over Skinner? She cringed and tried to clear her mind. If she could just fall asleep right here, on the blessedly cool tile, she might forget last night ever happened. But she knew her aching body and throbbing head wouldn't allow it. She could hear Skinner's voice out in the bedroom. He had obviously answered her cel phone and was probably right now talking to Mulder. Her sensibilities cowered from the thought ... her partner was discussing business with their boss who had just fucked her brains out and who was probably standing in her bedroom absolutely naked. The bedroom grew silent and she felt a cool rush of air as the door opened. She heard him turning on the tap and then felt the wonderful sensation of a cool wet wash cloth being pressed to her face. She pried her eyes open, dreading what she would see, and had to bite back a moan. Skinner had crouched down beside her. He was still gloriously naked and despite the fact that his eyes were as bloodshot as hers felt and his thin hair was standing on end in places, he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Even in her worn out state, she felt a rush of arousal at the sight of him - a nude Adonis kneeling over her on the tile floor. She wanted to pull him down on top of her and curl up underneath him, wrap his strong arms around her and have his heavy penis nestle between her thighs. She saw Skinner's lips move, but it took a second before his hoarse voice registered. "Scully, we were drugged." Skinner helped her rise up onto weak legs and grabbed her bathrobe off the hook on the door. Gently he placed it around her naked body. He pulled a towel off the rack and disappointed, she watched as he wrapped it around his mid section. They stood in silence for the longest time, neither meeting the others eyes. She fought the urge to rest her head tiredly against his chest. Finally Skinner turned to the door and mumbled, "I'll let you get cleaned up." Scully shut the door behind him and leaned her throbbing head against the wood. Drugged? Well that certainly answered the 'why' of last night. But how about the 'why' of just now. Scully looked into the mirror and was amazed at the damage she saw there. Her face look pale and what was left of her heavy make-up from the night before was smudged giving her the most ridiculous appearance. She stared into the mirror at the reflection of the collar still in place around her neck. Carefully removing it and stripping off the robe, she ran her hands down her body and flinched whenever her fingers found yet another bruise. Drugged? That made sense. They would have to be drugged for either one of them to behave this way. Otherwise...it would mean...but it couldn't. Skinner didn't really want her... she'd just imagined what he said to her in bed last night. It never happened. And if it did, he didn't really mean it. Stroking her hands over her bottom, she bit her lip at how tender it still was. The memory of her over Skinner's knee should cause nothing but a feeling of immense humiliation, but all she felt was a now-familiar rush of desire despite her aching head and tired body. She had let him do things to her that she had never even dared fantasize about and she had begged him for more. "Of course you were both drugged, Dana Scully. You just keep remembering that," a little voice insider her said. "A.D. Walter Skinner would never act like that otherwise." Turning on the shower, she stepped inside and let the hot water rush over her. Last night was so unreal, so incredibly sexy. She gingerly touched herself between her legs with soapy fingers. Her sex felt swollen and sore. Slipping a finger into her she fondled her own wetness and closed her eyes. She pictured him again, leaning up against the shower stall touching himself. She felt the need simmering in her, desire. Scully craved the pleasure Skinner had brought to her last night. But she also craved the man himself. It hadn't been the drugs, she admitted. At least not for her. This thought caused her to jerk her hand away from where she was gently stroking her body. She spent the next few minutes scowling and washing his scent from her skin. As she scrubbed herself clean of the drugs and sex, bits and pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place in her thoughts. Everything that she had learned over the days gelled. She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. She had just figured out how the Curse of Jenny Mullryne worked. Washington DC, one week later: X-Files Case Number: X-3664 Submitted by Special Agent Dana Scully "The drug Gamma-hydroxybutyrate, otherwise known as GHB is a popular drug at so called 'rave clubs' and is used both legally and illegally to reduce anxiety, induce sleep, or permit hypnosis. It also has unique side effect of increasing sexual arousal in both sexes. Other potential lethal adverse reactions include acute respiratory distress as in the case of Mr. James Sudek." Scully paused and reread her report in the quiet of their basement office. She'd been correct in assuming that the early morning phone call had been from her partner. He had been checking on the toxicology results and called to warn her that the curse was nothing more than someone 'slipping a mickey' into a poor slob's drink. Skinner had explained this to her while they had stood in Sophie's parlor waiting for the local police to arrive. Both casting nervous embarrassed glances at each other. They had started from the beginning and pieced the whole thing together, their largest suspicions being proven correct when they both tested positive for the GHB later at the hospital. As amazing as it all seemed, there was only one person who could have drugged them. Sophie Silverton Hope was arrested before noon and after they were able to get the ownership papers of the Warehouse released with a court order, she confessed. Sarah McIntosh, the Senator's aide, had been released and all pending charges dropped. Sophie had started the club years before, after coming close to losing her family's fortune in the savings and loan scandal. The theme of the club came out of a lifetime of playing S&M games with a long string of lovers. At first she had had a hard time gaining memberships. Then one of her younger lovers had turned her on to the sexual properties of GHB and she saw a way to get her club off the ground and solve all of her financial woes. Scully suspected that money wasn't the only satisfaction she got out of drugging her customers. But watching Sophie, sitting in the interview room of the Savannah PD's office, tearfully telling of her indiscretions and clutching to her lawyer for dear life, no one had the stomach to point out the obvious. She was at the club on a regular basis. She took many 'slaves' to train for herself and she had delighted in watching those around her behave in a sexually aggressive way. Scully's polite evasion that she and Skinner had visited the bar and then stumbled home to pass out was pretty weak. But so far Mulder hadn't pushed and as long as no one remembered seeing a federal agent giving a public spanking to one of his subordinates in the now infamous Savannah Warehouse Club, she was staying mute. Even her partner, as kinky as he was, would have a fit over that. The word was that several publishers were already to offer Sophie a high six-figure book deal. Another tell-all story, that should make that "Midnight" story fade into insignificance. Scully wondered if the old Savannah families would pay even more for her not to publish it. Scully snapped back to the present as the door to their basement office opened. Mulder had been to the doctor who had to sign off on his physical status prior a return to active duty. He clutched a file full of papers. "Hi partner! What's the rehab report?" she asked. "All clear, G-woman. The doc says I'm fit as a fiddle and ready for love. Got any takers?" he leered down at her. Scully snorted and returned her report. "You wouldn't believe what happened though," he continued. "The Skinman had to sign off on the evaluation, and he gave me a ride back to Hoover. Scully, the man had two bags of cat litter in his car. Can you see ol' Skinner with a fluffy little kitty cat?" Scully smiled enigmatically and pulled a long gray cat hair off her jacket. Jenny Mullryne loved rubbing on her black suit, particularly if she'd been ousted from a certain warm bed. "You never know, Mulder. Could be a case of demonic possession. Maybe you better open an X-file," she said. The End ---------- Author's Comments First of all, thanks to everyone who stayed with us throughout this story. We appreciate your encouragement more than we can say. Special handwritten thank you notes on ivory paper in black ink to our wonderful betas, Batela, who got us started, Anne Vermilion who helped us bring the characters to life and The Cat, whose insight, patience and support was invaluable. We adore feedback of course. Please let us know what you think of this little outing. clueseek@swbell.net Viceyy@aol.com For those of you who doubt the efficacious of the mentioned Savannah beverage, here's the true story of Chatham Artillery Punch as quoted from Savannah Sampler Cookbook by Margaret Wayt DeBolt: "One of America's oldest military units, the Chatham Artillery first constructed a battery at what is now Fort Jackson in July 1776. When President George Washington visited Savannah in May of 1791, he was honored with a 26-gun salute by the artillery company. He acknowledged the honor later by sending the unit two bronze field pieces, which had been captured at Yorktown. They are now on display on Bay Street near Savannah City Hall. The unit is famous not only for its military exploits, but for a lethal concoction which probably started out as an innocent fruit punch served at social gatherings, with members slipping in a bit of alcohol when no one was looking. The tales of its victims are many." Punch Base: 1 pound green tea 2 gallons cold water Juice of 3 dozen oranges Juice of 3 dozen lemons 5 pounds light brown sugar 2 quarts of maraschino cherries 3 gallons Rhine wine 1 gallon light rum 1 gallon Hennessey (Brandy) 1 gallon rye whiskey 1 gallon of gin 1 pint of Benedictine Champagne Put tea in cold water and allow to steep over night. Add fruit juice and strain. Add sugar, cherries and liquor. Cover lightly. Allow to ferment for 4-6 weeks. Strain off and discard cherries. Bottle and chill. To serve, mix equal parts Champagne and base. History says add one pinch of gunpowder per glass and serve over ice in tall glasses. Garnish with fresh fruit and mint if desired. Have fun . . . Seeker and Leelee