PART 10 - FINAL PART
With 2 days left before he was due to fly to the States Ahmed was
asked to visit his father, the sheikh. Over coffee the sheikh
outlined some arrangements he had made for Scully to his oldest son.
His father explained to Ahmed that Scully's capture in the desert had
been planned and was a matter of business, not pleasure. It had been
one part of an arrangement he had made with an important ally in
America, someone the family had dealt with for quite a few years now.
As the conclusion of that deal, Scully was now to be sent back to the
States. The sheikh had arranged to take advantage of Ahmed's return
as cover for this. Handing Ahmed his tickets, his father showed him
that he would land first at Washington DC before changing over for his
flight to LA. One of the cases arriving with him in DC would contain
Scully and it would not be sent on to LA with the rest of his baggage.
His business ally would arrange for that case to be collected. Ahmed
would simply have to catch his connecting flight.
As he was leaving, with a smile the sheikh suggested to Ahmed that it
might now be time for the American prisoner to change back from dog to
woman. He would leave it to his son to arrange. Ahmed hurried away
towards his own area of the palace.
Early the next morning, Scully had just finished a session on her new
milking frame. One of the hunting hounds had just been led away and
Ahmed's servant was now freeing her head and wrists when there were
the sounds of gunfire nearby. Scully and the servant stopped to
listen for clues to what was happening. They could hear running feet,
screams and cries and more bursts of firing. In shock the servant
began to run for the centre of the palace, leaving Scully confused and
excited, ankles still tied to her frame.
Minutes later two armed men in blue uniforms raced towards her.
"Agent Scully?" they demanded in Arab accents, staring at the strange
figure in front of them. As Scully nodded vigorously she realised
what a bizarre sight she must make. Head dressed as a dog, ankles
tied to the frame, naked ass, drained tits - they couldn't have seen
this sort of sight often before! But her nods had been enough.
"Allah be praised," they exclaimed and moved to help free the American
from her frame. It began to dawn on Scully that maybe, perhaps, she
was being rescued. Like a flood from the long distant past memories
of her life before the Pyramids flooded back - memories that had been
too painful to hold onto. She was supported as she stood fully on her
feet for the first time since she had been converted into a bitch. It
felt strange and made her stagger as she tried to find her balance.
One of the armed men supported her gently but firmly while the other
worked at removing the pads that she had worn for such a long time at
her ankles, knees and wrists. Her head mask however was locked in
place and had to stay for the moment. Like an Egyptian goddess with a
dog's head and a woman's pink body, Scully was helped and escorted as
she walked back towards the palace.
"This way, plis, Ms Scully."
They found another man in the blue uniform who seemed to be in charge.
His English, at least, was considerably better. With a slight bow of
the head he introduced himself to her.
"Captain Azizam, at your service Miss Scully." In Arabic his men
showed him the lock on the dog's head mask so that he understood their
problem in removing it. He nodded thoughtfully.
"Miss Scully, as you will have gathered, we have been sent by your
government to rescue you from these evil men and to arrange for your
safe return to the States. The palace is just now being made safe by
my men as they arrest and take away those responsible for your
captivity. Please accept my assurance that you are now completely
safe. We will move you as quickly as possible but for the moment,
would you perhaps like a bath, something to eat and drink while we are
waiting? I will also try to make arrangements for you to be freed
from that mask."
Scully felt dazed by the sudden turn in her fortunes as she was
guided, rather than led for once, down some corridors to a room
dominated by a great sunken tub. From somewhere in the palace a
frightened old woman servant was found to tend to her and she was
pushed into the room. Hot water began to run, the air filled with
perfume and Scully was almost in tears of pleasure.
As the bath was almost full, there was the noise of Arabic shouting
outside her door and Ahmed's servant, who had taken care of her daily
milking routine, was pushed into the room by one of the armed men.
She could see that his wrists were cuffed together in front of him.
Reaching to his belt the servant produced the small key that was to
release Scully from her collar and then from the head that she had
worn for so long. As the lower jaw piece was worked free, Scully
suddenly found herself naked and herself again. It felt really
strange.
The servant was driven away with more shouting and Scully sank
blissfully into the oiled waters of the bath. The woman servant's
soft hands began to stroke and rub her body, cleaning away the dirt
and the memories of her captivity. Gently, Scully's red hair was
rinsed out and washed. She was in shock.
Gesturing to Scully that she should stay where she was, soaking up the
warmth of the perfumed water, the old servant scurried out. A few
moments later she returned with a while Arab shift for Scully to wear
when she was ready to leave the bath and face the rest of her life. It
was the small comforts that Scully was aware of, having been denied
them for so long - the feel of the towel that was wrapped around her
as she stepped from the bath; the softness of the mat under her feet.
Once dried, Scully slipped the white shift over her head and found
that it fell loosely around her to her ankles. For the first time for
many months Scully remembered how it felt to be dressed and covered.
With the servant behind her she emerged from the bathroom, noticing
that now she did not need to ask anyone's permission.
Scully found Captain Azizam waiting nearby for her. He explained
courteously that a meal had been laid for her, if she was ready. She
felt more than ready and followed him through the deserted palace as
he led the way. She found a place laid for her at a wooden table
where she was offered plates of fresh bread, bowls of soup, fruit,
cheeses and green salad. Hungrily she tucked in, relishing every
fresh taste as it entered her mouth. The Captain poured wine into her
glass from an open bottle and Scully was happy to drink deeply.
As she ate the Captain explained that he had arranged for her to be
driven to the nearest airport, where she would be able to catch a
direct flight to London. From there she would return to Washington
DC. Everything seemed perfect and Scully found herself looking round
the room committing it to memory, almost enjoying it, now that she
knew that she would soon be leaving. Perhaps some more wine as she was
waiting for the car to arrive? And some sweet desert?
Perhaps she had drunk and eaten more than she normally did, in
celebration of her freedom, but Scully found that she was very happily
full and slightly drunk. The only discomfort spoiling this moment of
pleasure was the persistently sharp pressure from her breasts.
Dismayed, she found it difficult to think about what she would do, now
that she was no longer to be milked regularly. Would her breasts
register that their milk was no longer needed and shut down
production? How many days would that take? And wouldn't it hurt
while they were so full? It didn't help of course that the servant
had not found any underwear for her, so that her desperately bloated
tits hung loosely under the shift without support.
Twenty minutes or so later the Captain spoke in Arabic into his radio
and informed Scully that everything was now ready. If she .....
Scully took the opportunity to visit a lavatory before her journey and
then stepped out of the great front doors of the sheikh's palace
towards a waiting black car. She turned to look back at the palace
for what must be the last time and noticed that already everything
that she had lived through in the place was fading into a dream. She
was someone else entirely - Dana Scully, Special Agent. She had no
connection with what she half-remembered. As she entered the back
seat of the car she was certain that she would put it all behind her
and resume her old life.
She did not, of course, have any baggage. The sheikh's men had burned
everything that she had with her on the evening when she and Mulder
had set out for the Pyramids. The back seat beside her was empty.
Although she would have liked to have talked, the two men ahead of her
in the front of the car, both in the same blue uniform, had little
English, so Scully quickly gave up and turned to watch the desert go
by through her window. In her mind she followed the stages of her
journey home, the flight to London and then across the Atlantic to
return to Washington. She thought fondly of returning to work with
Mulder on the X files.
A half hour from the sheikh's palace the driver brought the car to a
halt on a clear, flat bit of desert road. Both men got out and the
driver began a conversation into his radio, apparently asking for
instructions. Smiling politely the other man opened Scully's door and
invited her to take the chance to stretch her legs.
As she stared out over the endless expanse of sand, Scully wondered if
she would ever return. Perhaps, but certainly not straight away she
decided. Behind her the radio conversation had ended and the two men
exchanged looks and signals. Before Scully had really registered what
was happening the men came up behind her and pushed her upper body
down and across the front of the car. The uniformed men grasped one
arm each and pulled them together behind her back as Scully was held
firmly down onto the metal by the pressure on her back. The sudden
click of handcuffs confirmed that the rules had suddenly switched
again. Scully was no longer free.
While one of the men continued to press her down against the bonnet of
the car, the other collected something from inside. Behind and above
her Scully felt her shift lifted and then heard the sound of scissors
slicing their way from hem to collar, right up the middle of her back.
There was nothing that she could do as she was rolled over so that her
cuffed hands were squashed under her against the warm metal of the
bonnet. The cruel faces that Scully looked up into had no mercy for
her as the scissors again made their way up from hem to neck. She was
still dressed in the shift but she was aware that the shift was now
hanging from her in four separate pieces.
The man who had driven the car pulled Scully to her feet. One rough
hand reached under her shift and squeezed her left tit hard, making a
jet of milk squirt out from the pressured nipple. His hands turned
and pushed her sharply so that she staggered and fell a few feet from
the car. As Scully turned and looked up at the men who seemed to have
deceived her so brutally, she saw that they both pointed in a
direction ahead of her. She guessed that that was the way she was to
go next. Not waiting to see if she followed their direction or not,
the men returned to the car and drove away, leaving Scully alone in
the sand.
What did it mean?, Scully wondered as she slowly began to walk
barefoot out across the sand in the direction that they had shown her.
She had no way of evaluating her position. Had she been rescued or
had something gone horribly wrong? It was like the endless sand -
there were no clues.
Ahmed had decided to wait for half an hour once his radio had
signalled that Scully had started out. On horseback, the four friends
sat joking, anticipating the hunt, as Ahmed's four mastiffs milled
restlessly about on their leads, held by servants. When the half-hour
was gone and it was time to begin the hunt, Ahmed ordered the dogs'
release. From a plastic bag at his saddle he brought out a familiar
rag, now strongly soaked in the same red liquid and threw it to the
ground in the middle of the pack. Immediately their excitement rose
and, by association, so did their sexual memories and instincts. With
a hand signal, Ahmed ordered the 'off' and the four friends happily
rode out into the desert towards the point where Scully had started.
Scully herself was walking steadily through the sand hoping that over
the next crest or the one after that she would arrive at some place
where she could call for help. When the first sounds of the baying,
excited hounds reached her faintly in the wind, she stopped and
listened, wondering what it was. For a moment she even turned and
began walking towards the noise. But as it quickly began to grow
louder and nearer, a chill of fear ran through her as she recognised
that they were the hunters and she was the prey. She turned and ran.
Ahmed knew that there was no rush and did not press his horse
forwards. As soon as the pack had reached the point where Scully had
been pushed away from the black car they had picked up her trail. The
hounds were far too well trained to lose her now. Besides, where
could she escape to in the desert that he knew so well from his
childhood?
Scully ran with an urgency and desperation that was somehow all the
stronger for having begun to believe that she was about to leave and
go home. Swollen tits bounced painfully as they swung from side to
side. Sweat began to pour down her body as she drove herself as hard
as possible away from the threatening noise. But she was no match for
the hounds and horses and they came steadily closer.
When Ahmed caught sight of Scully in the distance for the first time,
he reached into his pocket. Putting the silent training whistle to
his lips, he began to blow the same short, encouraging blasts that had
been used by his servant in the second week of training. Generations
of breeding made the dogs passionate and powerful hunters. Now, with
Ahmed's extra training, triggered by the smell of bitches on heat and
the shrill reminders of the whistle, the hounds were mad with
excitement and lust. As a pack they ran furiously towards Scully,
focussed entirely on hunting her down.
Scully did not dare to look round as the appalling noise of hounds,
horses and men closed in on her. Desperately she spurred herself to
run faster, refusing to admit that it was completely hopeless. Right
up to the moment when the front paws of the lead dog struck her in the
back and spun her down onto the sand she was still trying to run.
In a moment the excited pack was all over her. Unable to defend
herself with her hands Scully rolled and kicked as the dogs surrounded
her, barking and snapping. Ahmed and the other boys reined in their
horses a few yards away and they could see that their prey was now
truly down in a frenzy of fur and teeth. Two of the dogs had caught
hold of the remains of her white smock and were tugging and pulling,
back on their hind legs. The other two already seemed to be aimed at
her genitals, darting forwards and then back again, barking, as she
thrashed her legs to keep them away. Ahmed smiled and continued to
blow his silent training whistle to encourage them further.
On one side of her there was a ripping sound as part of the smock gave
way. The sudden movement rolled Scully again, so that she found
herself on her front. For a moment she was still, catching her breath
face down into the desert, no longer kicking out with her legs and
unable to see the hounds. Immediately the mastiffs moved even closer
to her. Suddenly Scully felt the cold shock of a wet black nose as it
tried to press between her clenched thighs. From above, Ahmed and the
boys could see that the two dogs nearest to Scully's snatch were
already erect and ready. A hot tongue licked at the back of her
thighs.
With a desperate groan, Scully rolled and kicked to drive them back
but every time that she frustrated them, the hounds became angrier.
She could hear their impatience in their growling and became
frightened of the threat of their jaws as they tried to catch hold of
her body. One of the dogs near her neck caught the sudden swing of one
of her swollen tits out of the corner of his eye and automatically
attacked, biting at the milky flesh. Scully froze as she felt sharp
teeth at her breast, terrified suddenly that it would be torn away by
the angry hound.
Something clicked in her mind and she was half-aware again of her four
beautiful puppies, her children. She recognised what these hounds
wanted from her and suddenly there was a confusion in her mind and it
was as if they now were her four children. Her puppies still needed
her and she would satisfy them. After all she had learned that life
was not always about seeking her own satisfaction. Often it was just
as pleasurable to satisfy others.
In a daze, Scully turned slowly, so that she did not provoke any
further attacks. She began talking warmly to her boys, letting them
know that she was there and all would be well, she would look after
them. And the beast at her tit did release her and backed away
slightly as she raised herself onto her knees and took up her position
in the sand, ass pushed out behind her in offering. She was ready to
give to her children - whatever and everything that they needed from
her.
In a different continent Skinner took off his glasses and began
polishing them idly. He was excited and pleased that his plans had
worked out so well. When he had first made his secret arrangement
with the sheikh it had mainly been for money. In return for his
insider information and federal protection the sheikh had paid large
amounts of dollars into Skinner's offshore account each month. But
then Skinner had seen the way to make his dreams of possessing Scully
as his own sex toy come true.
Everything had worked perfectly although they had nearly lost Scully
at the Pyramids and had been lucky to find her again. Skinner had
been put in charge of the search for the missing Agent and had waited
patiently until the Bureau had resigned itself to her loss. Almost
two years later, the search had now been wound down and Skinner knew
that the Scully file was no longer current.
His offshore money had been used to buy an isolated ranch in South
Dakota and that was where his crate would arrive in two days time. He
could hardly wait to see Scully's expression as he unpacked her and
showed her around her new quarters. He smiled contentedly. Perhaps he
would buy a mule!
But unknown to Skinner, in another part of the same building, he was
being double-crossed. Mulder had just inserted a video that had
arrived anonymously for him into his recorder and sat back to watch.
The opening shot was of pink flesh. In a moment the camera panned
back to show that the view was of a naked stomach and that they were
travelling North. In a moment the screen filled with a tremendous
panorama of swollen tit flesh. Someone's hands reached out to squeeze
the breasts and the camera moved up to show jets of milk spraying out
from the impressively long nipples. Next there was a hand wetting
itself with the milk and using it to lubricate an erect prick. As the
camera panned back, Mulder watched as the prick moved between the
awesome breasts. Mulder did not know that Ahmed had achieved this
effect simply by making sure that Scully missed two consecutive
milking sessions. Her tits had never been fuller or larger.
After some minutes of filming the massaging and tit-fucking, the
cameraman headed down again. This time he tracked further until Mulder
could see a thin plastic sleeve which seemed to stick out from the
woman's clit area. As the camera moved right in close, Mulder's
screen filled with the sight of a clit under desperate pressure.
Almost purple it stretched down the plastic tube and seemed ready to
explode.
It was not until the camera moved away from the woman and began to
focus on some writing on a piece of paper that Mulder began to make
connections. The writing simply said 'Scully'.
There had been a document with the tape. Quickly Mulder reached for
it on his desk and opened it out. He saw that it was a photocopy of a
freight document, for a flight that would arrive later that day in DC.
His eyes opened as he saw a familiar name.
In a hurry, Mulder moved for the door but just as his hand reached out
for the door handle he stopped. A strange look crossed his eyes.
Hmmmm. Perhaps this was something that had hidden possibilities. He
returned to the desk and began to consider his options. Some minutes
later Mulder reached for his phone.
