From: adara <adarafox@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Story: Possession

TITLE: Possession
AUTHOR: adara
E-MAIL: adarafox@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: M/S/Other
RATING: NC-17 for graphic sex in a D/s context.
SPOILERS: Nope!
SUMMARY: There is an amazing transformation that takes
place inside her body at these times . . . it is
perhaps the most trusting she has ever been with
anyone, ever, in her life.  Her very essence submits .
. .
ARCHIVE: Sure, just let me know where it goes so I can
visit.  I'll submit to Gossamer and Whispers of X
myself.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on the characters and
situations created by Chris Carter, the Fox Network,
and Ten Thirteen Productions.  No copyright
infringements are intended.  The following work is for
the distribution and entertainment of fanfic readers
only.  
FEEDBACK: I'm down on my knees, begging you please . .
.
NOTES:  So I'm supposed to be working on finishing
"Bittersweet Release" and instead this little nugget
just poured out of me.  And it's all thanks to SubRosa
- her "Troika I" inspired me to write this piece of
smut - and she generously gave me permission to run
with it.  So big hugs to Rosa - and to everyone who's
sent me feedback on my stories.  Oh - there's a short
note at the end of the story as well.

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dana breathes deep, trying to relax.  The bonds that
hold her hands above her head are snug, but not
painful.  She finds some measure of calm from the
complete darkness.  The strip of leather that covers
her eyes lets no light in, so she can let herself
drift into that place where only her Master can take
her.

She shifts a bit on the bed to get more comfortable. 
Her feet are not bound, but she knows better than to
think that this is done for her comfort.  It is to
make her more . . . accessible.  dana relaxes her
shoulders and sighs, waiting.

She thinks she hears a noise.  The door opening,
perhaps.  Her heart beats faster.  She clenches her
hands once, then lets them fall slack in the bonds. 
She lies there on her back, awaiting her fate.

Steps fall on the carpet.  Her mouth opens slightly in
anticipation.  Then a husky male voice speaks to her.

"You look beautiful, baby."

"Thank you, Sir."  dana feels her nipples begin to
stiffen.  Even though the room is not cold, the air on
her naked body has given her a few goosebumps.  His
voice gives her a few more.  She hears Him walk closer
to the bed. 

"You're going to please me very much tonight, dana."

"Oh yes, Sir."

"Spread your legs for me."

dana obeys, opening her legs and exposing her pussy. 
She listens to His sigh of approval.  "So beautiful,"
He whispers.

"I think I'm going to let you come first tonight, my
beauty. Would you like that?"

"I would, Sir.  Very much."

"It would please me to watch you come.  Watch you come
with your legs spread like a little whore."  dana
breathes faster.  He knows the effect his words have
on her.  "Now just relax . . . and give yourself to
me."

"Yes, Sir."

"And remember . . . I want to hear you.  I want to
know how badly you want it."

"Yes, Sir."

"That's my good girl."  dana feels His weight on the
bed, and His hands hold her calves, spreading her just
a bit wider.  He rubs her gently, up and down each
leg, and she shivers.  Suddenly a wet tongue traces a
path up her right leg, toward her wanting cunt.  He
stops just short of it, placing a kiss on her inner
thigh.  dana moans softly.  His tongue repeats the
action on the other leg.  Again, dana moans at the
kiss.  

A finger touches her center, ever so lightly.  dana's
body reacts instantly, her back arching.  He knows
that the best way to have her at His complete mercy is
to start slow, to tease, to build her desire.  The
finger descends again, this time wiggling back and
forth over her clit, very lightly, just for a few
seconds.  dana whimpers.  A few seconds pass . . . and
then the finger trails from her clit to her anus,
slipping through her wetness.

"Oh yeah . . ." dana says, just as her Master
commanded, to let Him know she likes what He is doing.
 His finger burrows in a bit, circling her tiny little
hole.  "Oh, yes!" she cries.  Anal play has become a
tremendously exciting part of their sexual routine,
and to this day she is astounded at how much she
craves it, how much it brings her to new heights of
ecstasy.  He knows what this does to her.  He teases
her, massaging the tender puckered skin without
venturing inside.  dana begins to writhe.

And then it hits - a gentle, quick lap of His tongue
on her pussy.  dana cries out, wanting more.  He makes
her wait, still teasing her anus.  She is tempted to
close her legs - at times, this can bring her even
more pleasure - but she keeps them open, for it is
what He wished.  Another flick.  Another.  Another.  A
delicious amount of pressure, but not enough to
satisfy, not by a long shot.

"Oh yeees, Master, please . . ."

He teases her like this for a minute more, then
indulges in a long, slow lick up the length of her
slit.  dana's voice gets deeper in response.  "Oh, yes
. . ."  He repeats this action a few times to her
delight.  There is something about a lick with the
flat of her Master's tongue . . . the deliberate way
it is done . . . it speaks of ownership, of
possession.  It also feels fucking nasty.

And then His fingers are spreading her lips, and His
mouth is exploring her fully.  Licking, sucking,
tasting.  dana begins to struggle a bit, wanting more
of this, of Him, and it frustrates her to be unable to
touch Him.  It is always at these times that the
restraints seem to lose their erotic power.  But just
for a moment.  For He grabs her thighs and holds them
tight, pulling her open just that tiny bit more,
reasserting His dominance.  And then the effect of the
bonds resumes.  The feeling of being held open.  Of
being bound.  Helpless.  God, how she needs this. She
wants Him to have control over her.  She doesn't want
to think, to reason.  Just react.  

There is an amazing transformation that takes place
inside her body at these times . . . it is perhaps the
most trusting she has ever been with anyone, ever, in
her life.  Her very essence submits to her Master. 
Everything she is, everything she knows.  Only this
exists.  Only the sensations and feelings that He
coaxes from her body, that He takes from her.  And she
gives them willingly.  

He increases the pace.  After exploring her folds,
dipping inside her, drawing forth her juices, and
spreading them all over her swollen lips, He settles
on that magic spot just beneath her clit.  They
discovered this together - this marvelous little spot
that, when stimulated just right, can give her the
most exquisite orgasms.  She's come close to blacking
out a few times from the intense pleasure.

And oh, He's there.  Lapping repeatedly at that spot. 
He knows that a steady, repetitive motion works best. 
She'll come soon if He keeps it up.  "Oh yeah, oh
yeah, oh Master, please yes, yes, yes . . ."  She
lifts her hips a bit to try to feel more of His
relentless tongue.  Her nipples are aching.  She knows
that right now, they could be pulled and pinched and
bitten and she wouldn't feel a thing - except lust.  

dana tosses her head back and forth as she feels the
stirring begin.  This is the crucial moment.  It is
when she must completely submit in order to receive
the most pleasure.  Often, if she concentrates too
hard, she can almost "sabotage" her orgasm - the key
is to just let it happen.  To break down that last
wall, accept her role, and let her body take over.  It
was hard for her at first, even though in her heart
she knew that being submissive was right for her. 
Somehow, her body would almost always fight off an
orgasm, regardless of how much she wanted it. 
Learning to open herself to it, to the power of it,
and to the acceptance of His control over her body,
was an awakening like nothing she'd ever experienced
before.  Now she often wonders how others could go
through life not knowing this feeling - this kind of
relationship.  She truly feels sorry for them.

It is time.  The rhythm is so right.  She is so wet. 
Moaning constantly now, dana slips into that place,
that state of mind where she exists somewhere else,
somewhere so few have been...

She starts as a pair of hands touches her face,
removing the blindfold.  In shock, she looks up into
the smiling face of her Master.  And then she looks
down to see the other man between her thighs.  His
hazel-brown eyes glint with mischief and desire.  She
spasms.

"Oh god . . . Mulder . . ."

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Master strokes her hair as dana stares down at her
partner's dark head.  Mulder looks into her eyes while
he continues to suckle her folds.  She spasms again,
the shock and the eroticism almost too much for her
senses to handle.  Master bends down to place a gentle
kiss to her brow.

"Surprise, my sweet.  I hope you're pleased."

dana's mouth is open, her eyes wide.  She groans as
the tip of her partner's tongue circles her clit as he
watches her reaction.  "Oh god . . . oh god . . ."

"That's right, baby.  It's him."  Master licks her
earlobe.  "I know how much you wanted him.  I've
always known.  And what do you know . . . he wanted
you too."

Mulder hums against dana's pussy.  She arches her
back, gasping at the sensations rippling through her
body.  Master reaches to pinch her nipple, further
intensifying the pleasure.

"But I'm not going to let him have you yet, baby.  Not
yet.  You still belong to me . . . and I get to have
you first."

"Oh yes, Master!"  dana cries, shaking underneath her
partner's skilled tongue.  Mulder begins to slide a
finger into her anus.  She whines repeatedly, the
excitement almost too much to bear.

"My sweet little dana," Master breathes.  "If you
could see how amazing you look right now."  He tweaks
her nipple once more and moves to the end of the bed. 
Mulder gives her one last, long lick and rolls to the
side.  dana breathes heavily as Master kneels on the
bed, lifting her legs and holding her open.

"You're ready, aren't you?" He growls.  "You're ready
to be fucked."

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Master, yes."

"Then beg for it."  Master leans forward and presses
His head against her entrance.  His thick, long cock
is purple and swollen.

"Please, Master, fuck me!  Fuck me, Master, please,
please fuck me!"

"That's a good girl, dana."  Master shoves inside her
in one stroke.  It has taken her a while to become
accustomed to this, for His penis is so large, and she
is so tiny.  But now her body accepts Him without
pain.  dana groans long and low, her muscles clenching
around His shaft.  "Fuuuck..." Master hisses through His
teeth.  "So tight.  God, she's so fucking wet.  You
did a good job," He says, eyeing Mulder.  Mulder
smiles in response.

Slowly, Master fucks her, splitting her almost in two.
 She never thought it would be so wonderful with a man
of His size.  But now - now she can not imagine having
another inside her and feeling the same.  She looks up
at Him, admiring His sculpted body, His presence, His
power, as He thrusts deep inside her.  Master's head
falls back and a ragged "Ahhhhhhh . . ." emerges from
His throat.

dana closes her eyes and slides into a world of bliss.
 She has forgotten that her partner is even there. 
She does not see her Master nod permission, does not
see Mulder lick his lips and stretch out his neck. 
She only feels the wet warmth as Mulder takes her
nipple in his mouth.  dana opens her eyes and
practically sobs at the sight of him suckling her
while her Master fucks her.  Mulder teases her nipple
and then explores the swell of her breast.  His hand
comes up and stimulates her other nipple while his
mouth keeps busy with the other.  dana jerks
involuntarily at this new experience, the wonder of
two men working her body, as her restraints dig into
her wrists and keep her in place.  Mulder lets his
tongue travel lower, seeking out the soft curve of her
belly.  

"Oh Mulder . . ."

"Yeah, that's it."  Master grunts as He begins to
pound into her with more force.  "You delicious little
slut . . . wanting two men to fuck you."

"Master, I love you!" dana cries as Mulder's tongue
dips below her curls and finds her clit.  She gasps at
the unbelievable sensation of being penetrated and
licked at the same time.

"Yeah, baby!  Yeah!"  Master responds as He grips her
legs harder.  Mulder flicks her clit repeatedly as her
Master pumps faster.  "Oh yeah, that's it!  Oh
yeahhhhhh!"

dana shakes uncontrollably.  She knows it's about to
happen.  

"Gonna come!" her Master yells.  "Gonna come so
fucking hard!"

"I'm coming, Master!"

"Come on baby, come on!  Come on!"

dana shrieks as Mulder pinches her ass.  It is this
extra, unexpected touch that sends her flying, her
body bucking wildly, as her walls clench around her
Master's shaft and her clit throbs beneath Mulder's
tongue.  Her Master's fingers dig deep into her flesh;
He howls and brutally slams into her.  She loves it.

"dana!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"  Her Master thrashes through
His release, every inch of him taut.  He thrusts and
holds Himself still as the last few drops spill into
her body.  dana mumbles words that make no sense,
unintelligible sounds of love and passion, as He stays
in her body, which He loves to do after He comes.

Her legs are lowered.  Mulder kisses his way up her
body and stretches out next to her.  Master finally
withdraws, panting heavily, and does the same on her
other side.  Her bonds are undone and two pairs of
hands lower her arms, rubbing them.  dana pulls
herself out of her orgasmic haze and gazes at her
partner.  He leans in and places a kiss on her cheek. 
She feels exhausted.  But she has to know.  "How?"

Mulder smiles tenderly and brushes a lock of hair back
from her face.  "It's quite a story.  But I think it
may have to wait a bit . . . sleepyhead."

"Hmmm."  dana's lids slide shut in agreement.  "But .
. . you haven't . . ."

"Shhh."  Mulder places a fingertip against her lips. 
She kisses it.  "That can wait, too.  I want you well
rested."

She feels Master's lips at her temple.  Dana turns her
head to the other side and nestles into His neck as
her two lovers cradle her between their bodies. 
"Thank you, Walter."

"You're welcome, dana," is the last thing she hears as
she drifts off to sleep.

End

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I'm back . . . I hope it was good for you, and I hope
you don't mind that I didn't identify Skinner in the
category . . . the piece seems to work better with a
little mystery.  If you agree, if you don't . . . let
me know!  adarafox@yahoo.com