TITLE: Dark Shadow (1/3) AUTHOR: by marianne DATE: April 22, 1997 REVISED: April 01, 1998 Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br homepages: http://www.coastal.com.br/marianne DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris Carter and 1013 and FOX. I'm just burrowing the caracters. RATING: * Warning: NC-17 there's not much swearing so, as I really don't know many bad words in English. CLASSIFICATION: X, A, R some kind the real R comes in the next story, Jungle Heat Series which are the sequel to this one. SUMMARY: It's a Skinner story where he is kidnapped, and be warned, he suffers a lot in it. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains Graphic sex and malerape so bale out if it's not your kind of story. COMMENTS: Please excuse any spelling and so on errors, English is not my native language, neither remotely, so don't shoot me because of it. Ahh, and it is being beta-readed at the moment. And Fox's voice is so cute in Portuguese. To the story it's so far a Skinner one and rape. I picked Skinner up because he's so strong and what I wanted to point out in this my very first fanfiction was that we need to give support. By the way, I like poor Skinner very much. I'm suffering with him. I saw two rape movies and never watched one again, it makes me sick. And when I watched for accident another one it limited itself to the first part until I perceived what movie it was and the end and it was the same again. And so far that generally the victims went for themselves to seek justice they didn't receive from police and at last ended up in jail themselves and were ridiculized as well. And once I saw one with Richard Crenna as a police detective who ridiculized the victims but perceived by himself what was really behind. In that one they were so getting in the real spirit of the victim without the normal ways they portrayed it on the other. I ask me, why? Just because it was to a man? For me no one deserves it if women, men or for godsake children. In April there where four here commited on babies and little boys by the news. The father of three did not survive, he was lynched by the neighbors before police arrived. That usually happens here when police, the law don't frees them before what's more common, the most which end up in jail are moreso often killed by the fellow prisoners. Prisoner's justice. I quit to watch tomuch the news. They are deprementing as well as my little story, I think for myself, but I was shocked by the news what little children suffered. In mine there must be hope in the end or must make it, 'cause the other way I become surely depressed, and that's not my style. I like to laugh and see all rose, however I wrote this one. It's just too much negative news on TV, that eats on me sometimes. The only mountain I could find on my worldmap near there was the Apalaches. FEEDBACK is as always welcommed and promptly answered. And blame the heavy rain outside and that I had to wate through the enched water to buy bread. It just adores to rain heavy when I'm outside. XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF "Dark Shadow" by marianne mailto: marianne@coastalway.com.br WASHINGTON DC FBI HEADQUARTERS Edgar Hoover Building Friday, April 18th 23:58 First Day It had bee a hard day for the Assistant Director. Skinner got in his car and checked his watch again. Almost midnight. He was really tired and wanted to take a shower; he hated cigarette-smoke-contaminated clothes, and more when it was raining as it was beginning now. "Thank God, it's Friday night." He murmured with a sigh. Actually he was happy to get home if also to an empty one. The rain intensified like a waterfall, rattling forcefully on his BMW car roof. Skinner sighed deeply as he drove out the parking lot and grimaced, wishing time would move faster and he would have been already at home. It seemed he was the only one in the capital to drive through this heavier forming rainstorm. Suddenly in the middle of an empty sideroad his tire burst and he almost lost direction, but he could stop without any accident as he didn't drive too fast by this heavy storm. "Now what!" he exclaimed roughly and seeing no other way opened his cardoor and got out into the heavy rain. He was totally wet in a glimps, but not bothering anymore. And began to repair his flat tire. A sudden bursting sound and the lightning of a hit at a streetpost of force startled him and he groaned deeply but continued quietly after a checking glance towards the surroundings, as the streetlamps went out, the flashes were really coming to close for his behalf remembering the coaled body of a man stroken by a flash, when he was a boy. Only his car lights iluminated his immediate surroundings in the dark shadowed side-street and it seemed to ench with rainwater, it was already by his ankles. The way it was going on, his clothes and footwear were only good for his trash when he got home. His lips were pressed forcefully together with the effort, and without a warning the jack gave in when he heard heavy footsteps platching and approaching. "Can I help you?" a soft deep male voice asked him loud enough to get through the loud rain. Turning quickly he was confronted with the biggest guy he ever saw before. "Only if you have a spar jack so far!?" he said with a gasp and straightening motioned to his broken jack also he felt a little chill running down his spine. He couldn't make out the face of the man in the dark shadow made by the trembling lights and from under the big dark hat he was wearing. The huge guy went to the back of his car and stammed it up with some effort but not quite as much as if he would have had if he'd tried it, and he was himself in a good shape either. But that was amazening. Shaking his head he glanced again at the man. "Thanks, I'll try my best to finish fast." He managed to say and pulled a new tire out and began to change them as fast as he could under the still heavy rain. After a while he said in a low voice: "You can put it down now." With a sigh he tried to dry a bit his wet glasses (author: That always happens to me when it's raining hard they should invent something for it, taking them away I would be lost in this blurred world without as today.) with his clam hands but with no awail, as it was still raining quite harder as before. "Thanks aga..." he began to say as he felt strong hands grasping his wrists and pulling him around, pushinghim by his legs from a hard chute with the others stammig ones that he fell hard to the wet enched ground hitting his head on it his glasses flying far away, feeling dizzy from the impact and choking from the dirty water entering his nose and mouth. With all his force he wrestled against it and tried to free himself but a growing pain in his right arm almost snapped the bone apart by the unhuman strenghth of the large figure hovering over him. He had had never felt so overhelmed in his entire life before, and suddenly a hard blow to his right temple knocked him out in a blessing darkness and his body fell limb. Turning him around and observing the slightly bald man in front of him an instant the dark figure took him by the waist and looking around opened the cardoor and pushed the limb wet form to the other side of the driver's seat and got himself in. "There we go." he said in a pleasured voice looking from the corner of his eyes back at the unconscious man, taking a white rope from his pants pocket tied him by his wrists and put the car seat in a lying position, so the limb form could not be seen easily from outside. It would be a long drive and he was very pleased. WASHINGTON DC FBI Headquarters Hoover Building Monday, April 21st 08:55 am Fourth Day Special Agent Fox Mulder and his partner Special Agent Dana Scully headed for the AD's office, to their custom appointment on this sunny Monday morning. Mulder was a little apprehensive to meet Skinner, after their last meeting on Friday evening at 6 pm. It was really not his fault. Thank God he had Scully with him that time. What was he thinking he thought in disgrace of himself. Scully was almost killed as well as himself on the last case. He wouldn't have survived it if something would have had happened to his Scully. 'My Scully?! Mulder , if you continue with this line of thoughts, you are getting into trouble, well, more trouble.' He thought to himself, and glanced from the corner of his eyes to his beautiful partner. It has become more and more difficult for him to reprieve his attraction to his counterpart. "Agent Mulder and Agent Scully," approached them the AD's secretary, "I'm sorry, but would you please wait here? Unfortuantely Assistant Director Skinner didn't arrive yet. Sit down, please." Both agents sat down astonished. After a while Mulder asked her in a confidently tone. "Is AD Skinner in a meeting? It's the first he's not here before us already." With a frown Kim looked at Mulder and glared at him not far from the ones Scully had normally for him. But he couldn't help. He felt uneasy somehow. He set his puppy dog stare at her, it helped with Scully, why not with others?! "He didn't come yet, I'm trying to call him over his phone", with a sigh Kim replied finally letting transpass a little of her worry, because in all these years as the AD's secretary there has never been a single oversleeping or no appearence at all without his calling in time. "Nobody answers, neither on his phone nor at the celuar." "That's odd. Scully, what do you think of a little investigating, hm, to help Kim out?" Mulder asked now really worried. "And if there's nothing ..." "OK, OK. Sure." She was herself a little annoyed now. Unknown place Monday, April 18th 09:10 am First Day Skinner sat in a corner halfnaked of a cold cabin attached to the wall by ancient handcuffs and a neckcuff laced around his burning neck. He felt miserable almost worse as in his time in Vietnamn. All the while the huge man came and beat him until he sobbed for the first time in his adult life as well as in his younger years. Before he had tried to arg sometimes but it made just that he was beaten more and harder as before. So he let it come over him without a single complain coming out and he was not going to beg if he could help it. He remembered when he woke up with a slight headache pounding in his forehead still on the road to an unknown place in the woods. He had tried to free himself, when the dark figure stopped the car on the long road and turned towards him. "Do not move a single finger again without my strict order." He said slowly with a slight accent he couldn't find out, and grabbed his head with big hands to face him. He shuddered at the cold burning eyes he met, there was something unhuman about the man's gaze, chilling. And he wasn't one to fear lightly. "What d..." , he began but was interrupted as the man grabbed with the other large hand his jaw and hold tied pulling him inches from his sunburned winkled face that he could feel his stale breath over him. "And do not speak either." he said with a growl and squeezed harder at his jaw until drawing a tear from him. Letting him fall back to his total reclined seat he drove again. Looking at his car watch he saw that it was almost morning. He had passed out for nearly five hours. They entered a rough road into a dense wood and continued for hours on different roads until they reached the end of an old abandoned one. Abruptly the man stopped the car opened the door and slit out grabbing him by his tie almost strangulating him, pushing him out on the same door and threw him to the wet and damp ground. He was aching all over. Unceremonelly he was grabbed again by one feet and felt his own handcuffs taken from his car clicking around one ankle and his other ankle by the other but not before circling it around a tree trunk and was left in this humilating position in the freezing cold. The man drove away. Frenetically he tried to free himself of the rope but it was professioanlly tied and he was no Houdini at all in spite of it he would like to be in this frustrating position. After a while he heard an explotion far away. He had to wait a long time before his captor returned running. "Did you miss me?" the man asked with his growling voice, freeing one ankle and pulling the other around but cuffed them together again and threw him over his shoulder and entered the dense wood carrying him all the while without effort. It was a rustig cabin they reached about noon, by the stand of the sun he mused and felt a terrible headache by hanging over the man's shoulder too long. His throat was dry and he coughed and shievered by his still wet clothes. They entered the cabin and he was sliding not to gentle to de wooden ground. It was cold there. They were somewhere in a mountains forest and there was still heavy snow all around, unlike DC and he felt very cold in his light clam wet suit, perfect for the city but totally unapropriated for the mountain. He runned his eyes around the small cabin and began to observe his captor, searching for a way out but seeing no one. The man approached him finally with strange kettles and he realized they were ancient but strong neck and foot cuffs. He couldn't believe it and jerked away just realizing what he was going to do. It handled him only another blow to his mishandled jaw again. The neckcuff knocked in around his neck and one on his right ankle. Fear began to struck him. Nobody was going to find him in this godforsaken mountain cabin. His handcuffs were replaced by another oldfashioned one. "Could I have something to drink?" he asked in a low voice. "Didn't I say to keep quiet?" and he received another blow, feeling blood in the corner of his mouth. The man reached out and wiping off the blood from his mouth he took the wet finger with blood to his and licked it, and closed his eyes with pleasure. Skinner stiffened at the sight and felt another chill running down his spine. 'Oh, no' , he thought, 'now I'm really in trouble.' At the end of the day on Saturday he received some water and something to eat, an old housemade bread slice in fact. Too small for his growling stomach, but it was better than nothing. And the beating began. He was a tough guy but the blows throw him all but around the cabin. He felt an itch on his back as he hit it at the corner of the wooden table in the center of the cabin, he felt soon as nearly all his body ached and he saw no ending. After hours it seemed he was curled in a corner and felt himself sobbing quietly and drifting to a blessing sleep. But soon afterwards he felt the big hands again lifting him by the handcuffs and leading to a heavy falldoor in the corner on the other side. The cellar below was dark and it was smelling as meadow and freezing cold. "It's not the Hilton, but your home from now on, my boy." The man said smiling and cuffed his neckhandle end to a prepared sling as well as the one from his right foot. "And remember, take care of your home." Skinner felt the hands of his torturer roaming to his shred shirt and removing it all shredding it totally away and then roaming to his waistband and removing his belt quickly. 'Oh, no', he thought shuddering, 'not this'. One hand brushed lightly over his wellbuild chest feeling the strong muscles on the broad chest, stomach and shoulders. Skinner didn't move an inch but exhaled relieved when his capturer silently left him and went up the ladder and clossed the falldoor behind him. For a moment he thought it was going to grow worse. He embraced himself shuddering violently in the dark freezing room. Until Monday nobody would feel his absense, there was nobody there to worry about him until then, neither Maggie. Maggie he thought to himself, she was out this weekend to visit one of her sons. They were due for a date on Monday night. She was some years older than him but didn't seem it, by the way. They began to go out twice in all. Since the Sharon's death, he was alone. But even then they had grown like strangers. It had been a mistake to marry her. Dana wouldn't like it if she knew he was dating her mother. Oh, God, he felt the cold creeping through his bones and he began to feel a cold building. He shuddered violently and it awoke him all the time. He lulled himself by dreaming of Maggie, but morning came too soon for another throw to torture. End Of Part One Dark Shadow (2/3) Maggie Scully's house Wednesday April 23rd 07:55 pm Sixth Day "Fox, where is he?" asked a very preocupied Maggie Scully. "I don't know yet, Mrs. Scully. But we are removing hell and earth to find him. We simply can't find a track of him. We can't even find his car. All we know is he left very late on Friday night. It was almost midnight when he left the Hoover Building, the Security guard said. It began to rain very hard all that night. And that's where we lost his track. He never reached his house, so far we found out." "Fox, we'd combined for a date on Monday. He would never have failed it." Mulder looked at her a bit startled as well as an astonished Scully, his Dana. Skinner and Mrs. Scully on a date?! Gee. The sound of his celular interrupted his strain of thoughts. "Mulder." he responded. "Agent Mulder, this is Agent Hopkins. We found a flat tire and a broken jack, on Fifty to Fourth in Southside. The jack has ingraved the initials of WSS and the flat tire is one of the AD's cartype." "We're on the way. Scully, they found something. It has to be his." And in a rush they left, leaving behind Maggie with refreshed hope. Washington DC Corner Fifth to Fourth St. Wednesday, April 23rd 08:10 pm Sixth Day "Over here, Agent Mulder and Agent Scully. It was pure luck to find these two items in this relatively calm surroundings, because they are quiet out of order here. Bad luck is that it rained and enched too much to find anything here that could help us find Assistant Director Skinner." Hopkins, the young agent explained eagerly. "You're right, Agent Hopkins, but let's search the surroundings nevertheless." said Mulder and turned to Scully."What do you think, Scully?" "It must have happened something right here. Skinner would never leave the tire and the broken jack behind. Let's search everything, it's our unique track." Everybody headed in different directions with headlights searching each spaces in the dark. As Scully entered a small sidestreet she saw an old begger woman sitting by her place made of old boxes, wearing glasses just like Skinner's. "Mulder, over here!" she called and approached steadily the woman in the shadows of the street, startling her with her headlights on. "Don't worry, ma'am. I'm Special Agent Scully with the FBI. I have a few questions to ask you. First where are these glasses from?" Mulder approached in a minute to the two so different women. The old woman looked at them uncertain and raised her hands and made signals. She was mude. "Well," said Scully with a half smile. "What a luck I learned handsigns as a child." "Me too, Scully." Answered Mulder. Washington DC FBI Headquarters, Hoover Building Interrogation room Wednesday, April 23rd 09:32 Sixth Day *I saw a big car and a man beside, he was trying to change the tire the stormy night. The streetlights went out and I could only observe the man. I went a little away as I turned there was suddenly a very huge guy there beside the man, I never saw someone so huge in all my life. He was lifting the backside of the car and the man fixed the tire. Suddenly the huge guy turned to him and grabbed his wrists and threw him on the car, where he hit his head and lost his glasses. The huge one pushed him into the passenger seat and drove away. That's all I know.* signaled the olderly woman in frantic gestures making it difficult for the agents to follow her. "Could you give us more details of the huge man? Everything you can remember, please." Asked Mulder really worried now. *He was over a head bigger as the other and had dark hair but growing already grey on the temples. He gave me a chill as I observed him, but I was really too distant from them to say much more. And he drove quickly afterwards away.* "In which direction?" *Highway, out the city. I think.* Unknown place Monday April 28th 06:15 am Eleventh Day Skinner didn't feel the last blow with his own belt over and over again on his mishandled back, tighs and legs. "Wake up, your lazy boy, didn't I say to take care of your home? Scrubb the walls, here take this." He said and handed him a scrubber and shoved him towards the ladder. He liked this one, he was tougher than the others he had before, this one would last perhaps forever. He was older than the others were and quite musculous. He would have to leave some hours today to bring more provisions to the hunter cabin. Time to bury him for a few hours making any escape impossible. He descended the ladder and saw him scrabbing the wooden walls in slow motions and suddenly retreat to the farthest corner in the dark cellar, when he sensed him. Yeah, he was learning to fear him properly. He pulled him towards him grabbing his left ankle and hovered over him. He ran his fingers over the almost unharmed face of the shuddering man below him, tracing the manly figures. Yeah, he wouldn't destroy this face, it was quiet handsome in his way, with the huge brown eyes looking fearful up to him. Soon he would take him the proper way and he would learn to like it. Until now he just had beat him. And it would be it for a while longer. He wanted to break him first. But he could play a little with him. He just loved it when he saw the terrified face when he touched him more intimately but never going through the end. Well for a while, at least, just for a while. Looking into the beautiful eyes he began to open the zipper totally, the button had gone a long time ago. "I think you don't need these pants anymore." And took them away. He was all bruised in different shades of blue and some bloody cuts. He pulled him closer and fondled with his groin for a while. "Do you like it?" he chuckled with a heavy breath and saw a single tear running down the handsome face as he stroke him harder. Today he would go a little further and startling him a little more. He spread his legs apart with a rough motion and held him in this position for a while and finally slipped his gross middlefinger into the tight hole in a quick motion. He saw the hurt and pain in the terrified eyes. He slipped his finger more in and out again in slow thrusts and encreasing steadily and began to probe him around. Yeah, a virgin. He felt himself getting arosed by the sight of the chocked face. Ternly he slipped his finger out and squizzed a nipple until it grew hard and bent his head and kissed him. He watched him for a while then let him go and reached for the neck cuff and slit it around his neck, then the foot cuff. There would be no need for the hand cuffs this time. He lifted the naked trembling man in a swift motion and held him tight towards his body. "Sleepingtime, my boy." He slipt him to a hole in the dark cellar in the width and length of a man. And began to bury him. He laughed at the shocked face. "Don't worry. It's such a security for not escaping. We wouldn't want that, would we? And put your hands to your sides. " When just his face looked out of the earth he put a iron watercane into his mouth and a handkerchief over his nose and eyes and buried him further and filled the rest with grit and more earth and then some huge rocks. Then he left. Skinner felt terrified first with the huge hands touching him all over. Totally violated and couldn't do anything to prevent it. The touching began three days ago and knew that it was going to be worse after today. He couldn't move a finger, and the weight on his aching body was encreasing, and he began to choke and to sob violently. He needed more air, or perhaps it was better to die right now. He couldn't effort much more. No one would feel anything when he died anyway. He only sensed that he couldn't finish with the smoking bastard. It was anyway his fault he was in this situation after all. He would have gone home hours before if it wasn't for the smoking bastard. And Monday he would have dated with Maggie a calm one after his missfortune with the whore some weeks ago. Maggie, it was the only heaven his mind found. Mrs. Scully's house Monday, April 28th 06:59 am Eleventh Day Maggie awoke with a wimper. She had dreamt of Walt. The worst nightmare she ever had. She had seen him buried alive somewhere in a dark cold room. Sobbing and thinking of her. Was it just a nightmare or something more? He felt so terriefied in her dream. Why did no one find him yet? A gas station near the mounts Apalaches Wednesday, April 30th 11:00 am Thirteenth Day "I'm sure I saw this car. A huge guy indeed was driving that's why I remember so good. Another slightly bald one was sleeping peacefully in the reclined passenger seat. The suit was a little rumplet so far and a little too light, but he had a trenchcoat overhim. I thought by myself, a marine type. They headed in the direction of the Apalaches. That was the weekend before the last, I'm sure. The huge one asked me not to disturb the sleepyhead. By the ringlets around his eyes I thought it by myself." Said the mechanic of the gas station to Mulder and Scully. "Thanks for your help, Mr. Jones." Said Mulder and turned to Scully excitied moving away. After a long time a new lead. "Mulder, Mom told me she had a nightmare on Monday morning and saw Skinner buried in a hole in some cabin in the mountains." "What, Scully, do you believe now in foresight, that's a new one." "Mulder!" she said in a treatening voice and arced the one eyebrow he tamed and loved so much. "Sorry, Scully. So we have just to search in the mountains." "Yeah, right, whatever. They are so little we can find anyone in a short time." She said shaking her head disbelieving. "OK, so then, we would need all help we can gather. I promised your Mom we would find him as soon as possible. I can figure out what this guy wants from Skinner. The Gunman found out that there were some kidanppings involving a huge darkhaired guy, but this cases were never resolved. And there could be much more victims, well, two young men where found which could have been his victims. They were desfigured and beaten and ..." he paused for an instant, "...some more in a short time. I hope somehow, it's not the same guy at all. For Skinner's sake, Scully. Perhaps it's not the same, the kidnapped where always young males as far as it is known." "Or on the other hand..." "... he just grabbed an older one this time." Continued Mulder for her. Unknown place Monday, April 28th 07:45 pm Eleventh Day Skinner felt the burden over him being removed. He had sometimes passed out lost the track of time. He felt the cane being removed from his mouth and the large hand was grabbing his head out of the remaining earth and soon he saw the huge man standing over him estanding a hand to help him get out of the hole he grasped the hand as if it was an ancor for his very life and his body was pulled out in a swift motion. "Hi, sleepyhead. Did you miss me? You're a mess." he said in a sotto voice as if talking to a little child, and carried him out of the dark cellar like one. He prepared a bath in an old-fashioned tube for Skinner and put him in and began to soap him all over. He saw him flinch as the warm water ran over his wounds. There wouldn't be beats today he decided and tomorrow he would begin a new treatment with his new boy. After the bath he took him to his bed and not to the dark cellar. He fed him, he would need it for tomorrow. It was already darkening and he threw the trembling figure closer with his back to him and circled him into his arms. He was really tired tonight, and tomorrow was another day. Sleep overcame him soon. Hours after Skinner finally took the courage and moved inch for inch away from the huge figure behind him. Carefully to not to disturb the man's sleep. He saw his only chance to get away from here. No cuffs for the first time. Oh, how his body ached all over, he almost couldn't move, but he had to. There were no weapons in this cabin as far as he knew, which he could use to finish with his capturer. Clothes, he had to find clothes, he couldn't go out in the snow naked. He saw the long coat and took it carefully from the hook and some footwear, looking fearful to the still sleeping man. He opened the cabin door just a few inches so he could slip out as soon as possible and closed it again behind him. Thank God the door was silent. He ran away some meters and slipped the huge boots on and wrapped himself in the thick coat as well an ran away as fast as he could in his weak condition. He had to make it, he had to make it,...his mind was rumbling all over again he could feel the cold numbing his members, but continued to ran, nothing more was important, he had to go back to Maggie, she would hold him save he was sure. He almost froze when he heard an angry scream reviberating through the woods. "Boy, come back at once before I get too angry with you or you are going to regret it." There was a moment of silence and then: "Okay, you asked for it." And heard his heavy footsteps following him through the snow coming closer and closer. He should hide, he thought desperately, but there was nothing around where he could hide. And after all it was full moon. So he continued to run. The heavy footsteps were too close and a dark shadow hovered over him and he felt the hated strong hands grabbing him. "No, NO", he cried desparately, "Let me go." A blow launched him some feet over. "Did you really think you could run away from me, boy?! Nobody runs away from me." Skinner struggled savagely as the man grabbed him again, but he was just like a basketball in the man's hand and a heavy slap in his face knocked him out. Without any effort the man took him back to the cabin and threw him on the bed and took the boots and coat away. Yeah, he would take him now that he learned not to run away again. He had wanted to be gentle the first time but... . Skinner slowly awoke his head whirling in pain from the last blow. He was back, it screamed in his mind. He turned to face the man who was hovering like a shadow over him again. He saw him taking off his clothes with a grim face on. He slipped out of the bed and curled himself in the corner of the little cabin, as far as possible from the dark shadow in the fairly iluminated room. "No, please. Don't. I'll be good." Skinner begged. "I won't go away again. I promise." "Too late, little one." And he grabbed him by an arm and threw him on the bed again. "You have to learn not to desobey me again. Hold still, or it will hurt more." He turned the shorter man over so he lied on his stomach and put a pillow under his stomach to facilit it. He drew his knee between his legs and positioned himself between them and grabbed him by the tighs and seperated his buttocks with his thumbs and held him in an irongrip as the younger man began to twist desperately. He slapt one side of the buttocks hard and slowly entered his cockhead transpassing the tight ring of his asshole, he heard a yelp of pain but didn't bother and then entered with all his shaft deep into the ass. He heard him crying out pain all over again and then sobbing as he met him thrust by thrust harder any time and with more tempo diving deeper and deeper. Oh, he felt so good, he was so tight a virgin indeed. Fianlly he felt that he was cumming in an intense orgasm and his last thrust entered deeper in the sobbing man beneath him. He felt satisfied and spent. Yeah, he was going to enjoy this again very soon he thought when he crashed the figure with his large frame beneath him. He didn't slip out yet, he was feeling to good. After a while he could feel himself stiffen again and began to move again, but sat up and took the trembling body with him still deep enterred in him and began to kiss the exposed neck and gripped his jaw and turned his head enough to kiss the wet face from spilled tears and then kissed the soft mouth entering his tongue in and out exploring it. And with the other hand he began to squeeze a nipple and then the other and roamed to the groin and fondled with the shaft and the balls almost hurting. Soon he would make this one beg to be taken over and over again. He let him fall down again to his stomach and began to thrust again burying himself deep. His orgasmn build slowly this time but not minus intense as the other one. He could feel his semen spurting into the man beneath him. As he was totally spent out he slipped out of him. His new boy was bleeding quite well. He turned him over and saw him passed out from the last one. Good. He began to kiss him on the mouth opening it with his tongue exploring all of him. He slit down to the neck and licked his way to the nipples hardening them. He felt him wake up and went further down biting and kissing his way further down to the firm stomach. "No", he heard him sob again. "Yes", he replied and took all of him in his big mouth and started to suck him with all his strength. Soon he was writhing beneath him. And the convulsed shudder overcame the body beneath him as he licked all his semen away. It was time to get some sleep. End Of Part 2 TITLE:Dark Shadow (3/3) In the mounts Apalaches May 1st 05:32 pm Fourteenth Day "Agent Mulder, we found a burned out car, near here. It's the AD's. But we found no corpse in there." "Okay, let's spread out in all directions if he's still alive he can be somewhere here. Take groups in two. This man is very strong we are after, don't take chances. They spent more than an hour searching around but could find nothing yet, and it was growing too dark even with the headlights on. Finally they decided to return to the new camp and to wait till morning to continue. Mulder sat by his tent in a moody silence. He felt uneasy, more than before. He liked the bald guy, even so he never would admit it to others not even to Scully, if he could help. He grew to trust him somehow, not as Scully, but quiet well. Sometimes he reminded him like a father, not one like his father had been, but as one should have been. It was strange not to find out the identification of such a huge guy he thought to himself. There weren't as much out there as a fact. It should have been an easy task to trace down one like that one. However it could be a foreigner, that would be the only explication. And these kidnappings were commonly in the end of the winter to springtime. No longer holding it, he took his heavy coat and a strong headlight and rushed to the woods again. He had to do something. He couldn't wait here till morning. As he was about 100 yards from the camp he could here that someone was following him. He turned. "Mulder, wait. I'm coming with you," said Scully. "And don't you ever ditch me again." "Sorry, Scully, I just wanted to take a look around again." "I know, but you should have comunicated it before heading out into the dark. But I knew you would try it by yourself." "Oh, that's the course to be to well known I think." They wandered around for awhile, each in their own thoughts. After an hour they saw an old road and driving spurs. They were matching with Skinner's car. The road ended here and looking around Mulder found a badge, as he opened it he saw Skinner's FBI-ID. "Well, he was here." He said and the two special agents looked restlessly around to find some more tracks. In which direction could the man and Skinner have headed? They thought. There was a slighty disguised path leading up the mountain forest, or so far almost a path. They decided to follow it. Unknown Place Friday, May 2nd 04:10 am Fifteenth Day The huge man, hovered again over the younger one. He felt really good for his age. He was 59 now. He liked this country it was really bigger than his own and so easy to get hide in it. It had been the second time he was in this part of it so far. The first one was just to take mental notes of and search out possibilities. It had been a coincidence to be in Washington the day he found his new boy, and with the heavy rainstorm it had been easy to abduc him. The easiest of all. No tracking down to wait for the best moment. He had come for him without any effort. The others had been dead a long time before, but not this time, he was very content. He knew, so, that he had to go a little easier on him the next days, or he was going to dilacerate him toomuch inside and that could take out all of the pleasure. Otherwise the boy wasn't going to enjoy it ever as the pain was still to great. And that would be a waste as he was so responsive to the simplest touch. "Come on, my boy, kiss me properly and I promise I'll let you all by yourself today." He teased him. He could promise it easily, as it was already the day to go for more provisions anyway. He hadn't beaten him again just played with him the last days, but the bruises and cutting wounds were still the same and that was going to take his time to heal. He looked expectantly down to the handsome face, also the eyes were surrounded by blue shades and the gaze avoided him, sometimes he seemed locked somewhere else. He reached for his nipple with his right hand and kneted it a bit and circled his thumb around it in slow motions, rubbing sometimes his fingernails over it. "Well, how is it? Do you want my special attention today? You choose. It will be my pleasure." He teased more and saw the new shudder envolving the bruised body and his boy lift his head to kiss him the way he liked it. He observed him as he was doing so. The younger man's eyes were closed but the tears were rolling down his face. He looked very vulnerable now, all the way he liked it. Finally he kissed him back and crushed him with his large frame more into the matress and began to roll a bit with his hips over the groin area of the other. It was just to good, he had to take him again. He unbottened his fly and cuped the buttocks of his boy and lifted him a bit and parted his legs to circle his waist. This time he entered him very slowly and carefully, and stopped for a moment looking at the pained face and he heard the wimmering, he couldn't help, it would still hurt for weeks. Today he wanted him one last time. He thrust in a slow motion, in and out, taking his time. He lifted him to a half sitting position and rocked him, then he began to kiss him exploring his mouth with his tongue sucking the tears away and returned to the mouth to suckle at the soft tongue imitating his thrusts below. He bent down and thrust more forcefully, but he couldn't hold down and began to increase his speed until it was frantic. He came with big shots over and over again. Breathing hard he slipped out and bent to the groin and began to suck hard. Swallowing almost all the groin, he could feel him wraithing and crying out loud, but continued all the harder. One way or the other he was going to have a response of him now. He swallowed all the semen, till he was totally spent out and let go of him. He chuckled, he had blacked out. He stood up and arranged his clothing, and bent down and carried his uncontious boy to the ladder and slipped him into the over one meter deep hole in the cellar. He reached for the cuffs and put all of them on him. He began to shuffle the earth over the body then took the cane and opened the mouth to shove it in then he put the handkerchief over his face to avoid that earth was entering and finished to cover all the hole, letting just a bit of the cane out. He put over the grid some of the rocks again and reached for a wooden box to hide the can a bit, to make for sure nobody would find it. There could always come someone to this place by chance. After changing he left the cabin behind to do some shopping. His car was about a mile far. The cabin couldn't be reached by car. He was thinking to buy a motorcycle to make the access easier. It was already 05:30. Skinner awoke all of a sudden, only to find himself buried again. He could feel the air cane deep buried in his throat hurting him by it's irregular end, he couldn't move an inch. He thought seriously that it would be the best to die than to go on like this, but he couldn't either take out the cane of his throat. He had lost the track of time, he didn't know anymore for how long he was in this cabin. There was no sound other than his pounding heart, the heavy breath, the pain almost unbearable inside him. In the mounts Apalaches Friday, May 2nd 07:12 am Fifteenth Day Mulder and Scully were still heading up the mountain, now random, because there was no longer a path to follow,just their instincts led them all up. Sometimes they rested on the way. Some hours ago they had comunicated with the rest of the searchers to give their direction so the other teams could search in others. "Mulder, look, there's a cabin over there." They were approaching the old huntercabin cautiously, looking into the only room inside from a backwindow. So far they could see no one was in there. Looking around they entered by the only door there was, and searched around, observing all details, as Mulder found a shred shirt as well as suittrousers in a trashcan. There were stains of dried blood all over. The only rumpled bed's sheet was soacked with old and fresh blood in the middle area of it. Scully looked at Mulder with a stern gaze becoming white as well as he. "They were here, and not long ago. Where could they have gone?" asked Mulder with a depressed voice. "Let's see.... There's a falldoor here." Scully said as she was taking a wooden box and an old carpet from a corner of the cabin. "Help me with that." The falldoor was really heavy, they almost didn't manage to open it together. Mulder iluminated the cold cellar with his headlight. "There's nobody in there, Scully." But nevertheless descended the ladder to be sure of it with Scully behind. They were finally turning to go up again, when Scully heard something. "Wait! Listen! Can you hear it too?" "Yeah, it's like a breathing but very faint." They looked at each other and Scully said in a low voice. "Well, Mom said she saw him buried." There were some wooden boxes around them and in one of the corners there were rocks as well as a bigger box. They rolled it away and saw a bit of a cane looking out of the earthy ground and heard the breathing sound much better. As in one command they began to roll the heavy rocks from there. Mulder found a shovel in the other corner and began to shovel the grits away and after a while reached the earth under them. The cane was still buried in the earth. They took caution to avoid the center of the growing hole and shoveld with more caution as well. "Th...There's a hand", said Mulder and reached for it. It was cold but he could feel the faint pulse. He threw the shovel away and began with Scully to shovel the earth away with the bare hands. Soon appeared a bruised chest and the head of Skinner was freed from the earth. There was a handkerchief placed over his face. Mulder took it away. They sight in relief. Scully took the cane carefully from the open mouth. It's end was bloody. Skinner looked so vulnerable without his glasses on and so haggard and his eyescircles were deep blue shadowed. He had an ancient neckcuff on as well as on one ankle as they shoveled him out and around his wrists. All the body was bruised in several shades of blue and by heavy cutwounds. Mulder took him gently in his arms and rocked him for a while looking at Scully who also had tears streaming down her cheeks as well as himself. She examined the wounds as good as she could through the dirt. Suddenly he felt Skinner move a bit and looking back to him saw his terriefied eyes opening. Slowly he saw the recognition and the relief there and tears downing from the huge brown eyes. With a sob Skinner grabbed Mulder's arm which he could reach and his whole body began to shudder from the cold air and the violent sobs. "I saw some keys upstairs they must be for the cuffs." Dana said stroking an arm from Skinner and went up as Mulder was still rocking the sobbing AD. "It's Ok, sir. All will be alright now." "I thought nobody would find me ever, Fo...Mulder." "Fat chance. We're the FBI. But don't make it a habit. I have had enough of abductions and kidnappings." "I will do my best." The AD said with a russelt cough. Scully descended again with the keys and began to free the AD from his cuffs and together they helped him get out of the hole and then out of the dark cellar. "Let the hands of my boy." Grounted a deep angry voice and a box of provisions went to the ground splittering all its contents around as the huge terrifying man reached for his hidden gun. In one motion the two special agents planted themselves in front of the AD and shouted: "Freeze, FBI." Sensing his intents they aimed and fired. The two bullets reached the same target, the man's head but not before he fired as well and as they turned around to Skinner, they saw him curled on the floor shuddering violenting. It took awhile to calm him and themselves. The bullet had hit his left shoulder. General Hospital Washington DC Friday, May 2nd In the evening Margareth Scully was heading to Skinner's room as she saw Fox and Dana. "How is he?" She asked the two. "And I want to know everything don't hold anything from me." "Well, he's relatively fine now. The bulletwound is not lifethreatening. There are some intern injuries, but the doctors took care of them too. Now what we can do is just wait." Answered Scully, lowering her head to avoid her mothers gaze. "Dana Katherine Scully, what aren't you telling me? You should know by now, that there's nothing you can hide from me. So Fox?" She said turning to him, including him as well. "Well, he's quiet well. So far. Well, there'll be some traumas as well, but time's going to heal them too. He has been buried some time and...and so on. It's not so an easy task to forget." He replied and frowned it was sure not his to tell Mrs. Scully all. "Fox!" "Oh, Mom. Oh, I mean, Mrs. Scully there's nothing to worry about, really." "Mom is fine to me, Fox. You know I love you like a son. And so don't lie to me." She said encreasing her tone of voice by the last frase. One of the medics approached them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully. Mr. Skinner is out of risk now, the bullet has been removed without any trouble hours ago but the repeatidly rape is more of our concern as the deshidratation and starving and his overcooled bodyheat. " Said the young doctor and saw then the goodlooking middleaged woman behind the two agents, the huge eyes wide with terror. "Rape?!" she gasped lowly, but steaded her gaze and pulled the two agents out of her way to stand in front of the young doctor. "Can I see Walt now? He surely needs help with this. So lead me to him, young man." "Oh, you must be the Maggie he keeps calling. Sure, follow me, it will be good for him, to see a known face. He's a tough guy, ma'am. Others would have drowned by all this beating as well as the rest he had suffered. It's always a relief, when there are people who care to help in such situations. Rape is always a terrifying experience if it's done to a woman or a man, and unfortunately also to children of all ages. Sometimes it's terrifying how such things are encreasing all over the world and always getting worse." And the two walked away letting the two openmouthed agents behind. General Hospital, Washington DC Monday, May 3rd In the morning Skinner smiled weakly at Maggie. He felt much better till he had seen her. She hadn't left him since she came in yesterday. It made him happy but was embarraced for she knew what had happened to him. On the other hand, Mulder and Scully had said, they would avoid to write all the details down of the kidnapping. As so far it wasn't good for a man in his position to be all known. The two agents had been there and went just out. Some time later another figure entered without waiting for the come in order by Maggie. She saw an elderly man enter and felt Walt stiffen. "What are you doing here?" he asked with an angry voice. "Just paying a visit to an old friend, who has been kidnapped. As I see you are in a quiet good shape again." The man said and reached for a Morley cigarette. Maggie didn't know that man but was immediately pissed of with him as she felt Walt's discomfort. "Hey, didn't you know, that it's forbidden to smoke in a hospital?" and catched the cigarette from the lips of him and threw it in a big motion into a trash can. He just looked at the raged woman openmouthed. "And please, would you be so friendly and go out from here? Just family is aloud to visit him so far. Hush. Hush." And shoved him out closing the door behind him. Skinner chuckled for the first time. She was indeed an irish woman also a black haird one. But the temperament gave it all in. Like mother like daughter. And didn't he think out there, that she would keep him save if he only made it back to her? "What a smoking bastard, I didn't liked his gaze to you. Smoking bastard?! Was that this Cancerman? I should have handled him with my purse, the stone there would have handled him some bruises and knocked out." "Do you keep a stone in your purse?" asked Skinner incredolous. "Sure, it was a present of my oldest, I didn't know why at that time, he was just 6 years old by then, but now I found out, how smart of him, wasn't it?" "Oh, Maggie, only you." Skinner laughed out loud startling the two agents who came back, they were just back with ice tea in their hands and an enjoyed young doctor. It was really good for his patient to have these people around him. The End? End of part 3 of 3 Following JUNGLE HEAT . So, any comments? Sequel requested or should I leave by this one and be happy not to be shoot? And now I'm really, really tired. And be kind with any commends. Bye. Distribute it as you wish, but let my name on it, please. marianne mailto:marianne@coastalway.com.br