CAT AND MOUSE: The Long Road to Recovery

By Peppe

DISCLAIMER:  I'm only borrowing the following characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and Walter Skinner.
RATING: Hard R to NC-17
I want to thank my betas, Tifphany and Ursula, for all of their help in writing this story.
CLASSIFICATION: Mental and Physical MT
KEYWORDS: Mulder angst, Physical and Mental MT, AU
SPOILERS:  First season (Fox is a young 33 years old in this series)
FEEDBACK: Please send to [email protected]
ARCHIVE: Wraparound Porch, Mulder in Jeopardy, MTA
SUMMARY:  Gray has come back to take possession of his runaway pet, Fox Mulder.
Note from Author: This is an X-Files Alternate Universe story with scenes of rape, sexual abuse and discipline.  Be advised.
 
(This is the fourth and final story in the Ride Him Cowboy series)

(Main characters: Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner, Jr.; Dana Scully; Jim and James Gray)

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It had only been 6 months since Jim lost contact with his "Fox" and it just wasn't the same.  He had withdrawn to his backup cabin and had tried to forget him but finally came to the conclusion that he had to remedy the situation and regain his property.  He had ridden over to his Dad's new place to inform him he would be gone for a while but hopefully would return with his Fox once again.

Jim knocked twice before entering to see his Dad in the middle of training one of their new acquisitions.  His Dad looked up and motioned for him to be quiet.

"Well, boy...are you ready to submit?"

The boy in question looked to be in his early 20's; he had blond hair and a very, very red bottom.  He was sobbing and nodding his head.  James Gray put down his strap and said only, "Assume the position and I'll get back to you."

He watched as the blond leaned against the wall with hands flat against it, his legs were stretched as far apart as he could get them.  James looked at his first born and asked, "What is it, Jim?"

"Dad, I've put this off as long as I can...I'm going to go and find Fox and bring him back where he belongs," said Jim.

"Jim, are you sure?  Thanks to him we are no longer in our beloved mountains and are now forced to use this second base to train our slaves.  If you do find him, he will be caned severely by me as well as what you do to him...you know that?"
Jim nodded and said, "I know, but I can't live without him."  He watched as his Dad approached the sobbing boy from behind and casually rubbed him on his inner thigh.  The boy shuddered but didn't break his position.  He watched as his Dad inserted a specially prepared dildo into the new slave's red bottom in one mighty push.  The boy screamed out in pain but held his position.  He watched as the dildo was pushed in and out like the boy was experiencing the real thing. All through the ordeal, the boy held position.

"I see you haven't changed your method any...very good, Dad," congratulated Jim.  James grinned as he pulled the dildo from the boy.

He turned the blond around and said, "This is Buckskin, Buck for short.  He's so named for the color of his hair," as a means of introduction. To Jim he continued, "Buck didn't want to answer to the name I gave him; I had to work hard in convincing him to mind.  He minds real well to his name now." To the blond he said, "This is my son, Jim.  He is to be obeyed no matter what you are ordered to do.  If you fail you will be punished," and pinched him on his inner thigh as a punctuation.

"Yeooowwww, yes, sir," cried the boy.

"Jim, tell him to do something and make it painful," James ordered as he pushed the boy away.

Jim looked at the scared boy and ordered, "Buck, come with me and climb in the saddle of the horse outside.  After you do that, lean forward and wait for me."

The boy looked at him with scared eyes but obediently did as he was told.  As Jim and his father looked on they saw the young man climb into the saddle and leaned forward waiting for Jim's arrival.

James said, while watching the boy in the saddle, "You are going to ride him cowboy style, aren't you son?"

"Yep, I'm going to give him the ride of his life and all without lubrication.  When he's returned to you he will be walking bowlegged and seeping both blood and semen from his anus.  Then all we will have to do is clean him and apply the cream."

James nodded and gave his permission with a hardy, "Ride him hard, son.  I want to hear him scream as he's being ridden."

Jim smiled at his father as he jumped in the saddle behind the slave boy saying, "Prepare yourself, Buck, for the ride of your life," and with one mighty thrust entered the boy from behind and rode away."

"Owwwwhhhllhhlll," screamed Buck as he was penetrated harshly without the aid of lubrication or the gentleness of a gradual penetration.  He bucked as he tried to get off Jim's hard shaft, which aided in the riding experience.  The gait of the horse assured Buck's up and down movement on Jim's shaft and the young man screams and sobs during the whole ride.  Jim held back until he came to a stop in front of his father's house to shoot his load deep in Buck's bowels.  He dismounted the boy and then the horse leaving Buck to sob from the saddle as semen and blood leaked out.

James looked first at his son and then at the boy.  "Very good...both of you.  Jim, go and get the cream.  Buck, get down from that horse at once unless you want to feel my strap against your backside again," ordered James harshly.  The boy would have to learn that his discomfort wasn't important.  His only goal in life was to serve his master however he was ordered to and not to give in to his own hurts.

Buck did as he was ordered and weakly stood in front of James as he felt the blood and semen run down his legs.  He continued to sob as he waited for his master to give him his new orders.

Jim returned with the cream and watched as his father doctored the anus and rectum of the still sobbing boy.  They both watched as the miracle cream did its job and the pain and blood stopped; the boy looked up in amazement, not fully understanding the properties of the cream.  That would come later as he realized that, in all accounts, he was a virgin once again.  Soon like all of the others he would come to hate the cream but for now he was only grateful that the pain was gone. He was given a quick enema to clean him out.

As soon as he was ready, James ordered, "Buck, come with me, I have one more thing to do to you, at least for the time being.  Jim, I will need your help as well," and strapped the blond to a contraption that left him face down with his legs stretched wide.

Jim knew what was coming; it was the branding of the slave boy.  All of the slaves trained were branded with their brand, which consisted of a cabin by a mountain and the brand was always placed on the upper inner right thigh.  This was their trademark that guaranteed that the slave being sold was not only healthy but also well trained in all areas of pleasuring his new master.

When both father and son were satisfied that the boy would be unable to move during the operation Jim left to get the branding iron while his father got the fire ready.  The boy was positioned in such a way that he was not able to see any of the preparations to his branding.  They found that it was always better that he experience it all at once and not stew about what was to come.

Jim carefully and quietly placed the branding iron in the fire and they waited for it to get hot.  The brand was only the size of a quarter, since they didn't want to mar the flesh with a large one.  That size had always been just big enough to make their point.

When the iron was ready, Jim lifted it out and approached the boy from behind.  He found his target and before the boy knew what was to happen pressed the red-hot iron into the designated area.  The boy only felt the burn as it seared into the area and screamed in pain.  He mercifully passed out before the iron was lifted from the flesh.  Jim looked at the mark on the boy's inner thigh and smiled, "It's clear, Dad.  He'll be ready for market whenever he wakes."

"That will be fine, son.  While he's unconscious, we will put an herbal poultice on his burn to help stop the pain and then he will be ready to ship.  If you wouldn't mind taking him to your Uncle Frank's when you go down the mountain tomorrow, I will be so obliged."

"Okay, I'll be here early, around 6 o'clock.  I want to get to Washington and to my fox cub as soon as possible."

****

As soon as he was ready James ordered, "Buck come with me, I have one more thing to do to you, at least for the time being.  Jim, I will need your help as well," and strapped the blond to a contraption that left him face down with his legs stretched wide.
 

Jim knew what was coming; it was the branding of the slave boy.  All of the slaves trained were branded with their brand, which consisted of the outline of a cabin by a mountain. The brand was always placed on the upper inner right thigh.  This was their trademark that guaranteed that the slave being sold was not only healthy but also well trained in all areas of pleasuring for his new master.

When both father and son were satisfied that the boy would be unable to move during the operation Jim left to get the branding iron while his father got the fire ready.  The boy was positioned in such a way that he was not able to see any of the preparations to his branding.  They found that it was always better that he experience it all at once and not stew about what was to come.

Jim carefully and quietly placed the branding iron in the fire and they waited for it to get hot.  The brand was only the size of a quarter, since they didn't want to mar the flesh with a large one.  That size had always been just big enough to make their point.

When the iron was ready, Jim lifted it out and approached the boy from behind.  He found his target and before the boy knew what was to happen pressed the red-hot iron into the designated area.  The boy only felt the burn as it seared into the area and screamed in pain.  He mercifully passed out before the iron was lifted from the flesh.  Jim looked at the mark on the boy's inner thigh and smiled, "It's clear, Dad.  He'll be ready for market whenever he wakes."

"That will be fine, Son.  While he's unconscious, we will put an herbal poultice on his burn to help stop the pain and then he will be ready to ship.  If you wouldn't mind taking him to your Uncle Frank's when you go down the mountain tomorrow, I will be so obliged."

"Okay, I'll be here early; around 6 o'clock.  I want to get to Washington and to my fox cub as soon as possible."

Jim stayed only long enough to help his father carry the boy back inside and help chain him to the cot where he slept. After that, he left to pack what he needed for the following morning's journey down the mountain and on to Washington, D. C. to go Fox-hunting.

****

The Fox in question had just come back from a case involving a so-called monster peeking in the houses of the elderly in a small town in Pennsylvania.  He was disgusted; it was only a peeping tom dressed up in a gorilla costume.

  "Scully, why couldn't the local police handle this without calling in us," Fox complained.

"Mulder, we did rid the town of the peeping tom, he could have continued until he had actually harmed someone.  They usually do, you know," comforted Dana.

"I know, but it sounded so real.  I know, I'm so ready to believe anything," Fox cried still angry at the ruse.

"Look this is behind us.  We have the weekend to unwind.  What are your plans, partner?"

"I don't know, maybe grab some videos and crash on my sofa enjoying them and some pizza.  Want to come over?" invited Fox with a smile.

"Maybe, later, but now all I want to do is sleep.  Goodnight, Mulder," Dana said before getting into her car and driving off.

Fox watched as she drove out of the FBI parking lot before moving towards his own car unaware that soon he was to become the object of a stalking.

The weekend went quickly for both agents; early Monday morning found Fox getting ready for work. As usual, he was running late.  He hurried to the office to find Dana already there and to find, thankfully, a large cup of coffee and a Danish on his desk.  "Thanks, Scully," he said before taking a bite from the Danish.

"That's okay, Mulder.  Over the weekend Mom and I discussed your loss of weight and we decided that any food I could get in you would be a good thing."

Fox had the good sense to look self-conscious at that comment, and blushed.  He finished his breakfast in another couple of bites downing it with the coffee.  Once finished he turned to his computer to type up his report. `

****

As soon as Jim arrived in D.C., he located the Federal Bureau of Investigation and waited for his quarry to arrive.  It wasn't until noon that the homing receiver started to beep.  He looked up to see his fox cub and a female agent with red hair depart from the building.  He guessed that the red head was his partner.  It took all of the will power he had not to snatch his prize right away.

He had decided to play a game of cat and mouse with his cub.  He, of course, was the cat and Fox would be the mouse.  He would play with his cub before taking him home once again.  His plan was to visit with Fox each night, punish and ride him and then depart.  He hoped to convince Fox that it was all a bad dream he was experiencing each night.  Once Fox had returned to the office he would seek out his apartment and drug his food.  He had herbs already mixed that when consumed would cloud the mind.

Fox would definite feel the spankings or paddlings at the time given but the next morning he would wake with no physical aftereffects from the punishments.  That would be accomplished by the magical properties of the herbal cream he had already used on his fox cub.  He, of course, would also ride his fox cub each night and as brutal as he could, to make the "dreams" as vivid as possible.  He hoped that his "mouse" would make a run for it and the game would continue away from D.C. and his partner's help.

With the plan in mind he left to locate a place to stay.  He picked the cheapest motel that had Internet access and with laptop in hand sought out his quarry's apartment.  It only took moments before he had the address and was on the way there.  After breaking into apartment 51, he emptied a packet of dried herbs in a pitcher of tea that he had found in the refrigerator.  After he took care of this task, he went straight to the bedroom to look over where he would be spending the night.  He found it in such disarray that he took a moment to straighten the bed and wait for his Fox to return home.

While waiting he fell asleep and was awakened only when he heard the front door close.  He only had time to roll off the bed as his Fox entered the room pulling the dress shirt over his head on the way to the bathroom.  The shower went on for a few minutes and then Fox emerged wrapped only in a bath towel.  This was dropped as he rummaged for something clean to wear offering his "guest" a full view of his naked backside.

Jim grimaced as he realized that the fox cub brand had been removed through surgery.  "Well, you just wait my pet, the next time I brand you it won't ever come off," he vowed as he saw his pet leave the room dressed only in a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt.  He peeked through the door after him and smiled as he saw his pet pour a large glass of tea from the doctored tea and waited for the drugs to take effect.

As soon as he saw the empty glass, he sprung.  He caught Fox easily and cuffed his hands behind his back.  Fox sensed the attack before it came but couldn't react in time to prevent his hands from being cuffed behind his back.  He turned and cried, "Nooooooo.  Leave me alone," as he recognized his attacker.  He tried to scuttle away but couldn't get his body to respond.

"Well, my pet, we meet again.  Let me help you out of those pants.  We have a lot to discuss and I plan to discuss it with the lower part of your anatomy."

Fox watched helplessly as his pants were pulled from his body leaving him bare to his kidnapper.  He had only put on a pair of sweatpants after his shower.  "Noooooooo," he cried as he was pulled roughly off the couch and over his kidnapper's lap.

"Boy, I'm going to paint you red from waist to knee, and pay special attention to your inner thighs.  Then I'm going to 'ride' you all night.  You are going to rue the day you ever thought to escape from me."

Jim raised his hand to apply the first lick when he remembered that his pet would most likely call attention to himself during the spanking and abruptly got up, dumping him on the floor.  He returned moments later with a ball gag, which he forced into his pet's mouth, fastening it at the back of his head.  He then pulled him back in position and began to spank.

Fox tried to yell out past the gag but was only able to make pitiful sounds of pain during the whole spanking.  Jim started first with the bottom, gradually enlarging the area until it included the whole backside and back of his thighs.  He paused as he repositioned Fox so he could get at the inner thighs, which he soon began to blister.  By the time he had finished he had painted Fox's lower regions a bright and painful red.  It looked as he had suffered from a bad case of sunburn and was sobbing intensely.

Fox felt as if he had been burned; his body ached so much.  He was pulled up and pushed towards his bedroom.  Every step was agony and he whimpered as he made his way to his bed.  As he was pushed down he was grateful for the cool and soft bed until he realized what was soon to happen.  He struggled as much as his drugged body would allow but couldn't prevent Jim from jumping him from behind.  He heard the zipper of Jim's pants being pulled down and felt the hard shaft being thrust forward.  The pain was so great that he mercifully passed out, but only momentarily.  He gradually became aware of someone lying on top of him and realized that he was still impaled on his captor's shaft.  Jim had waited until he had regained consciousness and he cursed silently.
 

"Oh no, my pet...I want you to experience the ride tonight.  It is going to be a long and rough one," and slowly but brutally raped him for hours that night.  He would just come to the point of climax only to stop and let the moment pass before starting it up again.  He did this several times before finally coming deep in his pet's bowels.  Fox sobbed through the whole ride and eventually fell into an exhausted sleep with the knowledge that he had been violated once again and could do nothing to prevent it.

BUZZZZZZ...BUZZZZZZ...BUZZZZZZZ

Fox jumped up as the alarm went off and found himself on his couch with the television on.  He looked up and around expecting to find someone there.  He was alone.  He then looked down at himself and found that he was dressed in the same sweatpants and a T-shirt he had on last night.  He remembered what happened last night...kind of.  Everything was fuzzy.  He got up cautiously and pulled his pants down and looked at his backside.  "It isn't red," and as he felt it he realized, "it's not sore.  It must have been a dream...a real bad and vivid dream."

Sure that it must have been only a real vivid dream, he stumbled into the shower to wash away the bad dream.  What he didn't know was after he had fallen asleep the previous night or early morning, Jim had gently slipped out of him and injected him with something to knock him out completely.  He then had been carefully cleaned and had a more potent miracle cream applied everywhere he hurt.  He was allowed to sleep undisturbed while the cream did it's work and just an hour before the alarm was to go off, he was dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt and he was deposited on the couch with the television on.  So in Fox's mind, the experience had only been a real bad dream.

When Fox emerged he felt much better and got ready for work.  "This time I'm going to be on time and furnish the breakfast," he thought as he left the apartment.

Jim watched from the safety of his car as his pet left the apartment.

"I bet you have convinced yourself that it was all a bad dream, but after tonight's session you won't be so sure.  Then you will think you are losing your mind. With that delicious thought Jim drove away to his motel room to rest up for tonight's festivities.

****

True to his word, Fox had breakfast waiting for his partner in the form of a latte with a bagel.  He was chowing down on another Danish with a large coffee when she arrived.

"Wow...I'm impressed, partner.  You are on time and even brought breakfast," Dana remarked as she took her seat and began to eat.  In an attempt at polite conversation she asked, "Well, you must have slept well last night."

Dana frowned, as Mulder admitted, "No, I had a bad dream last night. I dreamed that Jim had returned and after spanking me, he raped me over and over again.  It was so vivid that when I awoke I thought it had been real and I would find signs of the abuse; but I didn't."
Put it behind you. Remember, it was only a dream," comforted Dana. "Now what is on the docket today," she asked in an attempt to get her partner's mind off of the bad dream.

"Since we aren't on a case all we have left to do is submit our expense accounts and write reports on that case we were working on when we were called away," replied Fox.

"I got dibs on typing the report," cried Dana before Fox say anything.

 He sighed resignedly as he picked up the expense reports. He hated doing this.

The day went slowly for the partners but quickly for Jim as he waited impatiently for his pet to return home.

 It was later when Fox returned home. He and Dana had gone out for supper and he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. The dream of the preceding night was all but forgotten and as he walked into the room he acted like he hadn't a care in the world.

 Like the night before he hurried to get undressed and into something more comfortable but opted to just change into a T-shirt and strip down to his boxers. He poured himself another tall glass of ice tea before sitting down on his couch to watch television before going to sleep.

 He found a Star Trek movie, "The Wrath of Khan," and decided that it would be just the thing to lull him to sleep. He slowly sipped his tea as he watched. He didn't even recognize the signs of the drug taking over his system, marking it down to getting sleepy. As soon as he put the empty glass down his nightmare returned.

"Well, my pet, are you ready to be rode again?" Jim asked as he moved towards Fox.

 Like the night before Fox could only cry, "Nooooooo," since the drug in his system had slowed down his body movements.

"I see you have made it even easier for me," Jim cried, ripping the boxers from Fox's body and throwing him on his stomach. He cuffed Fox's hands behind his back again.

"I have something new for you to experience tonight, my pet," as he removed a huge butt plug. It had a bumpy exterior and Fox looked over his shoulder in horror as he saw his rapist coat it with some substance.

"Oh, I see you are wondering what this substance is? Well, don't you worry it is nothing but Ben Gay. I thought you were a bit lethargic last night, this should really liven things up," he said as he approached the terrified younger man.

 "Noooooooo," screamed Fox, as the butt plug was brutally thrust within him. It slid in easier, because it was lubricated except that it immediately brought an intensely burning sensation to his rectum making him howl in pain.  He tried to take it out even with his hands cuffed.

 "Oh, nooo. It has got to stay in and keep you jumping tonight. Fox, my pet, do you know what I learned today? You have no neighbors on this end of the hall. For some reason, that the landlord doesn't quite understand, no one wants to live next to you. Your nearest neighbor is an elderly couple, hard of hearing, living at the far end of the hall. You can cry, shout, curse all night and no one will be bothering us."

Jim left Fox to squirm and sob as the intensity of the Ben Gay took over in his rectum. Fox danced in an effort to dislodge the plug, but all to no avail. Jim watched in amusement as his pet danced around the room, sobbing with      each step. After an hour he merciful took the plug out. Of course, the pain   didn't disappear; it kept on building until Jim appeared with enema bag in hand.

"This is the only way you are going to get some relief, my pet. If this is what you want, go into the bathroom and lie on your side and wait for me," he said as he removed the handcuffs. He watched in amusement as Fox scurried to the bathroom. He wasn't surprised to find his pet in position on the floor.

"First remove your T-shirt...we don't want it to get wet," Jim ordered. He watched as Fox obeyed, flinging the T-shirt off.

 "No, that won't do. Pick the T-shirt up as well as your boxers and neatly place them on the bedside table." Jim knew he was prolonging the agony his pet was experiencing but he also knew that his orders would be obeyed since his pet wanted the burning to stop.

 A few minutes later Fox returned and once again assumed the position on the floor, begging for relief. "Pleaseeeee...it burns."

 Jim took his time as he prepared the bag but finally he stuck the tip into his pet and let the water flow slowly in. It took 3 enemas before the pain lessened enough to be tolerable. Fox patiently withstood all three, and was pulled from the commode after the last to be pushed towards his bedroom and bed.

"Okay, my sweet, it's time for my riding lessons. Get into position," he  ordered as he turned to clean up the mess in the bathroom fully expecting to be obeyed.

 Fox saw his chance and made a dash towards the door. At the moment he didn't even care that he was nude, his only thought was to escape.

Unfortunately just as he reached the door a very angry Jim pulled him back. "I see that a paddling is required," and pulled the struggling agent towards a nearby chair. As they moved past his small duffle bag Jim pulled a small leather paddle from it.

Once he had Fox over his lap he began to pepper his bottom in a flurry of short and quick licks. He soon had Fox yelling and his bottom a bright red. This time he decided to really hurt him as he pulled back the area surrounding his anus and paddled it hard. That tender spot was blistered in moments, causing Fox to howl in pain.

 Fox felt himself pulled up and pushed once again towards his bed. This time Jim kept a tight hold on his pet and Fox once again found himself on the bottom with Jim poised on top. Without warning or lubrication he was once again impaled on his captor's hard shaft and was ridden throughout the night. As like the night before, Fox awoke the next morning back on his couch dressed in his T-shirt and boxers with no physical sign of abuse.

 "It can't be a dream. It was too real," cried Fox as he broke into tears. He was so confused and shaken after this last nightmare of abuse, for it had seemed so real. During his shower he had given himself a thorough
examination but had found nothing. It did nothing to relieve his fears of losing his mind.

Fox was still in that sort of mind when he walked into the basement office he shared with his partner, Dana Scully. Dana had looked up at the opening of the door but was totally unprepared for the way Fox looked as he entered the room.

"Fox! Mulder! What's wrong? You look terrible. Did you have another bad dream last night?"

 "Nooo, it was worse; it was a living nightmare. I think I'm losing my mind, Scully. That had to be the most intense nightmare I have ever had in my life. It was so real; but I could find no evidence of abuse. Scully, I'm scared to go home and to go to bed for fear of having another one," admitted Fox.

"Fox, I got an idea. Why don't you come and stay with me, that way if you have another nightmare I'll be there to help you recover from it," offered Dana.

"Thanks, Scully I think I will take you up on the invitation. I only need to go by the apartment and pick up some clothes after work and then I'll be at your place," said a grateful Fox. With that problem out of his mind he settled down to do some work without thinking once of the "nightmares" he had experienced the last two nights. The day went by quickly and the last thing Fox said as he was leaving was, "I'll be by your house as soon as I pick up some items from home," and with a wave he was gone.

As Fox put the key into his apartment door lock the old fears of the night before resurfaced and he pulled his gun before entering. For his piece of mind he would check his apartment out to prove once and for all that what he has been experiencing was nothing more than nightmares.

Taking a deep breath Fox pushed open the door and drew his gun. "I'll  prove it to myself once and for good," he thought, "I'll just search the place for intruders," and moved slowly inside. He turned the lights on and flooded the room with light. He moved slowly into the kitchen, and then the living room carefully checking every nook and cranny for anything out of place. He moved on to his bedroom and even checked the closet and under the bed. He looked into the bathroom and when he emerged he holstered his gun and sighed a breath of relief. He returned to the front door and locked it and picked up his cell phone to call Dana.

"Scully? Hi, this is Mulder; I've changed my mind about coming over. Well, I checked the place out and found no one here or any signs of any one but myself being around. It must have all been in my mind, I must have had Grey on my mind subconsciously and then his abuse resurfaced in the forms of nightmares. I'll be okay, now...Yes, I'm sure. I'm going to grab a shower and then fix myself some supper and relax in front of the Television before going to sleep. I'll be fine...really. Thanks again for caring...'bye," and hung up the receiver on his way to the showers.

Mulder soaked under the hot shower for quite sometime letting the panic and tenseness wash away. When he emerged he was wearing only a clean pair of boxers. He pulled on a clean T-shirt to match and padded to the kitchen.

Soon he had built a Dagwood sandwich; like the nights before he poured a glass of ice tea and sipped it while eating his sandwich. He flipped through the stations before stopping at one showing another Star Trek movie and settled down to enjoy himself.

After Mulder finished his sandwich he lay down and soon had drifted off to sleep. It was during this time that Jim let himself into the apartment. He tiptoed in and noticed at once that Fox had drunk another glass of the prepared tea and knew he would have no trouble playing with his pet that night.

Jim went immediately to Fox and gently turned him on his side. Fox was sound asleep due to the drugged tea as well as the relief he felt at being safe.  He didn't even feel the cuffs going on. Jim was even able to gently remove his boxers leaving his pet once again bottomless. He paused to admire the view before waking his pet that night in preparation of the night's activities.

Jim pulled the sleeping younger man over his lap, careful not to wake him just yet, and brought his hand down ruthlessly on the bottom before him.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...the licks came down hard and quick on Fox's backside waking him at once. He had his pet howling before he had even come completely awake.

 "W-what... owwww...ooohhhhlllll...owww," he howled in pain now fully awake from the burning coming from his bottom. Finally he was pushed roughly to the floor and as with the other nights his head felt fuzzy and he was unable to move fast.

Jim pulled the Fox from the floor and pushed him towards the bedroom. When Fox balked at going Jim unzipped his pants and grabbed his own penis and stroked it until he became hard. He then approached Fox from behind grabbing him and positioning his hard shaft against his pet's anus and pushed forward while pulling Fox backward and impaled him in one mighty thrust. Fox felt
the hard shaft being forced within him once again and he screamed as the burning sensation developed inside him.

 Jim held Fox in a hug, which made it look like they were joined naturally. He began to pinch Fox's sore bottom and as Fox moved to get away only Jim's penis moved along within him. "Too bad we aren't on horseback. I could be riding double again, but don't you worry we will have plenty of time for that on the return journey home. There are plenty of rough grounds that will send shivers up your spine as we ride, especially with my shaft impeded within you." He chuckled as Fox moaned.

"Now this is what we are going to do...you and I will take a step at the same time. Just consider this a game where we are moving in sequence, you try anything and this will happen," Jim said as he pinched one of Fox's nipples.

 "Owwww...don't-t, pleaseeeee," sobbed Fox.

Jim tickled him behind his knee and Fox jerked forward and was rewarded with another pinch to his other nipple.

 "Owwwwww," cried Fox. Eventually Fox got it right and they moved slowly toward the bed, but his nipples were quite red by that time. Fox was so glad to see the bed and to lie on top of it until he realized that he was about to be raped again and he began to sob.

"N-nooooo-o, p-please-e, d-don't-t do-o thisss to me-eee, pleaseeeeee."

 Jim only smiled and pushed Fox to lie face down on the bed making sure he was still impaled in his pet and began to slowly move within him. This time he continued to rape him over and over again. He hadn't told Fox, but he had taken some herbs to guarantee that he would be able to perform all night. He would come within his pet again and again until his semen, mixed with blood began to seep out. He popped out and pulled the still weeping man to the bathroom for an enema. The semen was getting in his way. He wanted the passageway clean. It only took a few minutes to clean him out before returning him to the bed.

Fox's anus and rectum was red and sore due to sex without lubrication. The pain was intense and he throbbed within. Jim left him alone for a moment and Fox thinking it was over for the night sank into the bed. By the time Jim returned Fox had sobbed himself to sleep.

"Oh no, my pet...you aren't going to hide in sleep...you have got to get  used to my using you when ever and however I like," he told the sleeping man before he thrust back within the swollen anus and rectum.

 Fox woke screaming, "Oooowwwwwhhhlllllllloooowwwwwww," as the pain was relentless. He bucked trying to dislodge Jim from his back. He was unsuccessful and Jim took his time once again. He would pull nearly completely out before slamming back within. He started slowly but gained speed until he finally erupted deep within his pet's backside.

Fox passed out as he felt the warmth enter his bowels. Seeing that his pet had passed out, Jim slipped from him and tied him spread-eagled on the bed, removing the cuffs as he did. He tied him face down but in a fashion that would allow him to be turned over easily. He retrieved his pack from the front room where he had left it and pulled several long stem feathers. He started gently and teasingly to tickle his pet's anus, moving along the back of his knees and back again before getting any response from Fox.

Fox awoke to the feeling of something tickling him and tried to move his and to stop it. It was when he couldn't move that he panic and open his eyes.  "Noooooooo," he cried as he turned to look over his shoulder to find what was happening.

 "Oh, you are awake my pet.... good. I felt you haven't been happy to see me these last few days and thought to find a way to get you to laughing once again," and starting to once again tickle his anus and then moving lower to play with the back of his genitals and inner thighs. He soon had Fox laughing and begging for mercy. "No...haha...please. Haaaahaaa...no...no...hahaha...not there...pleaseeeee...haha...noo...haha."

Jim only smiled and continued to tickle. He returned several times to Fox's anus before pausing and giving Fox a chance to recover. "Did you enjoy that, my pet?"

 "NO!!!!!!!!," Fox started to say more when he was suddenly turned over and looked up to see Jim approach him still with feather in hand and screamed.

 "Nooooooooooooooooooo," as Jim started to tickle his penis and the cruel game started once again. Fox laughed so hard that he cried. Jim paused only long enough to pick up another feather and attacked another part of his body. The sensation of being tickled over two areas at once proved to be too much for Fox, as he laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath and nearly passed out.

 By the time Fox was able to breathe again he found that Jim had repositioned him so that now he was on his side with his legs open.

"Since you seemed to enjoy the sensation of being tickled in two places at once I thought I would give you a real treat, my pet, and use this contraption on you," showing him something that was in a "Y" shape with two feathers attached to each end and leaving his tormentor the handle.

Fox watched in terror as the feathers were positioned to stroke his penis and anus at the same time and screamed, "Nooooooo," to no avail.
 
Jim slowly began to move his device, which sent laughter bubbling from Fox's throat. Jim exchanged the device so that it was in his left hand while he picked up another feather to attack Fox's bare feet. This time he kept it up until Fox had passed out, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

 While his pet was unconscious Jim quickly injected him with the herbal sleep inducers and cleaned up once again. He removed the cuffs and carried Fox into the bathroom where he was once again given an enema to clean him of all evidence; only this time he was very gentle about it.

Once he was satisfied that he had removed all evidence of the sexual encounter he carried his pet back to the bed where he treated his wounds and injuries. He inserted the tip of the bottle of herbal cream into Fox's anus and filled him with the magical herbal cream. He rubbed his nipples with the cream as well as his sore and red bottom. He also rubbed some of the cream on his wrists and even where he punctured the skin for the injection. He waited for the cream to do its job before carrying him to his beloved couch and redressing him.

He put Fox in the position he had been in before the attack. After policing the apartment, he gathered his stuff and left. He locked the door behind him, satisfied that when Fox awoke in the morning he would remember the attack as nothing more than a really bad nightmare. He figured that Fox wouldn't be back tonight and took the precaution of planting a bug so he would be able to listen in on his conversations.

Jim expertly planted it in his briefcase disguised as snap on a partition separating the papers. It had a powerful speaker and he would be able to hear every word even if the case was closed.

 ****

 Dana fumbled for her phone as the persistent ringing interrupted her dreams, "H-hell-o," she answered groggily.

"Sculleeeee...H-help-p m-me-e," sobbed Fox.

"Mulder, what's wrong," asked Dana who was now wide-awake.

"I-I had another n-night-m-mare!!"

"Mulder, come over here...you'll be safe here. Do you want me to come and get you?"

"No, I-I c-can't stand-d b-being in thisssss a-apart-m-ment a m-minute  long-g-ger-r-r," sobbed Fox, as he hung up the phone.

Fox hurriedly got dressed in a pair of sweat pants, pulling on a pair of sneakers before he exited the door. He snagged his wallet and car keys and after locking the door behind him fled the apartment building. After unlocking his car he drove erratically across town to Dana's apartment. Luckily he didn't meet any police and pulled up in Dana's drive in less than 30 minutes time.

Dana opened the door at the first knock and Fox hurried in. He had a haunted look to him and Dana's heart went out to him. Fox grabbed a hold of her and sobbed into her shoulder. "Fox...come with me," and led him into the spare bedroom. He was a basket case and she had to literally strip him down to his boxers before pulling back the sheets for him to scamper within. She sat on the side of his bed and held his hand as he continued to cry.

"There, there, Mulder...it's okay, I won't let anybody hurt you. Close your eyes and try and get some rest. I'll be here until you fall asleep," promised Dana, as she watched him slowly close his eyes. He was exhausted but still too scared to sleep. The fact that he was trying to sleep was only because he trusted her to do as she said. She eased off the bed and into a rocking chair nearby where she stayed until she was sure that he was asleep. She left his door opened, ready to spring into action if he needed her and returned to her bed. Fox slept soundly for the rest of the night waking when he smelled fresh brewed coffee. He looked around the room he was in momentarily confused until the nightmare of the night before resurfaced.

 Dana looked up at his entrance, smiling as he came in dressed only in the T-shirt and the loose sweatpants he was wearing when he arrived. "Hi, sleepyhead...how did you sleep?"

"Better...didn't wake once until just now when I smelled the brewed coffee; can I have a cup?"

"Go and sit down while I pour you a cup. I'm fixing pancakes, let me fix you a stack," she offered. She knew they were one of his favorite breakfast foods and was fixing them just for him. He nodded and did as she asked and waited patiently as she placed a stack in front of him. There was maple syrup and butter to put on the pancakes if needed. Soon he was eating with a gusto she had to smile about.

Scully watched for a few minutes before bringing him a few slices of crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice. It was only afterwards that she brought her own breakfast to the table, a bowl of oatmeal; which she enjoyed as much as Fox did his pancakes.

"What are your plans for the day, Mulder?"

 "I d-don't know," admitted Fox.

 "Why don't you call in sick, and take the day to recover from your  nightmares...here. I'll give you something to help you get to sleep; after  all you didn't have any nightmares after you got here, did you Mulder?"

 "No," he said thinking. After thinking a minute's more he agreed, "As long as you don't mind, I accept...Thanks."

 *****

It was midday when Jim returned to Fox's apartment to see if his pet was there. He hadn't picked up any conversation from his bug and wanted to know why. As soon as he saw the briefcase he became scared that his pet had bolted before he was ready to stalk him.

 After a careful examination of the apartment he concluded that Fox had only left sometime in the early morning. "I must not have given him a strong enough injection and he awoke earlier and left while the memory was too fresh in his mind. Now, where would my pet hide? It doesn't look like he took anything other than what he had on his back. The drawer with the sweatpants is ajar, he must have put them on and then left," he considered. After a moment more he suddenly said out loud, "I know...he's got to be at his partner's place."

He thought further, "Those two are real close; I bet he took refuge there. He probably feels safe with her. I wonder if she stayed as well. Well, I'll just have to find out." He hurried to Fox's desk where he found a Rolodex and easily found Dana's address and phone number. After further examination he found a phone book under several books on the floor and looked up FBI...Information Desk and called the number.

"Hello, I'm Joe Thomas, and I was given a message to call an Agent Scully.

Can you please connect us?" He waited for his request to be confirmed, before hanging up. "I got you now, my pretty pet. Your partner is at work, in conference with your superior, so I'll come for a visit and when I leave you won't feel safe at her apartment ever again," he thought as he put down the phone and headed for the door.

After searching for a while, Jim found Dana's address; recognizing his pet's car and realized that this was the address he had been looking for. He parked behind Fox's car to prevent any escape attempts from his pet. He peeked through the front window and found no one there, so he picked the lock and within minutes was walking in. He quietly locked the door behind him and dropped his backpack on the dining room table and went exploring. As he came upon the kitchen he went in and peeked into the refrigerator.

Jim pulled out a container of orange juice and poured half a glass of juice. He then pulled out a concentrated mixture of the same herb he had been using on Fox to make his conquest easier. He stirred the drink until the entire herb had been dissolved and he took it with him in his search of Fox. He found him upstairs in the first bedroom to the left. His pet was sleeping soundly on the bed dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

 On a table next to his bed he saw a bottle of sleeping tablets and knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting his pet to drink the 'doctored' orange juice. He eased over and in a gentle and soothing voice said, "Fox? I want you to drink this...it will make you feel so much better," and held the glass to his lips.

 Fox only woke enough to open his mouth so Jim could help him drink all of the orange juice. Once it was empty, Jim laid Fox's head back on the pillow and said, "Now go back to sleep while I make you more comfortable." Fox obediently turned over on his side and went back to sleep, as Jim expertly and carefully stripped his pet of all of his clothes. He then pulled a blanket up to keep him warm and still sleeping.

Gray then left his pet to continue to sleep as he collected everything he  would need to make this a "nightmare" to remember.  He went out to  investigate the neighbors and found to his satisfaction that no one was at home.

"Good, everyone is at work...I can work undisturbed...again," he thought as he hurried back to the house.  On the way back he stopped to cut several switches from the nearby bushes to use on his pet today.  He remembered the sting from his own childhood.
 
By the time he reentered his pet's bedroom the drug had taken effect.  His movements under the blanket were very sluggish.  He pulled the blanket down and gently moved him until he was lying on his stomach with his legs spread apart.  He gently pulled his hands back and cuffed them once again, assuring that Fox would be unable to fight him.

 Jim pulled a willow switch from his collection and paused to admire his  pet's body before bringing the switch down with a vengeance.  He caught Fox right on his lower right buttock and watched as his pet woke with a shout of pain, "Yeoooowwwww," and continued to crisscross his strokes to include the same area on the other side.  He had Fox howling as he tried to get out of the reach of the switch.  However, he didn't stand a chance since everywhere he turned, Jim found another area to apply the switch.
 
"Now that you are awake, my pet, it's time for my riding lesson to begin.  I brought along a switch to hurry you on," Jim said gleefully.

 Fox sobbed, "N-noooo...n-not-t a-again-n."

Jim approached Fox, and quickly thrust two fingers into his anus causing him to scream even louder.  Fox yelled, "Scccuulllleeeee...h-help-p-p meeeeeeee."
 
 Jim pulled him up with one hand while keeping his two fingers from the other hand still impaled in his pet's anus.  He moved them within his pet as he pushed him towards the stairs.   When Fox struggled to get away, Jim lost all patience and pushed harder with the two fingers impeded in his anus driving him down the stairs and into the dining room where he forced Fox to bend over the dining room table.  He removed his fingers only long enough to tie his pet over Dana's dining room table before freeing his shaft and plunged it in Fox's anus moments later.

Gray plunged his entire length into his pet's rectum in one powerful and  brutal thrust.  Fox screamed as the burning sensation returned to his rectum. Jim then started the slow rape by pulling his member out until only the tip remained inside, and then with a powerful thrust he was back in all the way to the hilt.  He continued to do this over and over again as slowly and brutally as he could. He kept his movements slow as he continued to thrust in and out of his pet. Whenever the thought to speed up came to mind he would pause until the moment had passed and before continuing the rape of his pet.

 Fox continued to yell and plead with each thrust, "Nooooo! Owwwww. Please.  S-s-s-s-stop-p-p-p-p-p-p. Pleaseeeee.... owwwwww," and on it continued until he began to sob throughout the whole onslaught to his rectum.
 
At one point Jim paused to think on how he could make this experience even more damaging to his pet and came up with an idea.  He pulled out of his sobbing pet saying, "I'll be right back, my pet."

He then hurried into the kitchen returning with a medium size garbage bag and Dana's garbage can.  He hurried to his backpack to remove a roll of duct tape.  He was now ready and he proceeded to tape the garbage bag opening to the tip of Fox's penis and then taped the bag to his torso, making sure it wouldn't come off.  "Now, you can have some fun, too, my pet," he said as he slipped back into his pet's bottom.
 
Gray slowly continued to thrust in and out of Fox as savagely as he could then he reached in front of his pet to begin fondling his penis.  He brought Fox to climax over and over again milking him like he was a cow.  The semen was caught in the garbage bag.

The results of this game were devastating to Fox, who viewed his body as betraying him by reacting to Jim's slow and steady thrusts as well as to Jim's fondling of his penis. Fox felt helpless and could do nothing to stop it.  He began to weep even harder from the shame. Jim kept this game going for hours, exhausting Fox as much by the milking as well as with the slow rape.  Finally Jim tired of the game and climaxed deep within his pet's bottom.
 
He pulled out and began to clean up immediately.

As soon as Fox felt the fullness in his rectum leave, he sank wearily held up only by the ropes tied to his wrists.  He didn't move as Jim hurriedly pulled the garbage bag and the tape from his body.  He tied it up and left it momentarily in the garbage can as he cut Fox from the table.  Fox fell to the floor and Gray had to all but lifted Fox to his feet and up the stairs to the bathroom and the shower.  He cleaned Fox until he was sure no evidence remained of the rape before dumping the damp Fox back on his bed.
 
Once he had Fox on the bed he rubbed the herbal cream mixture on his hurts and applied it deep within him before he redressed him in his sweatpants and t-shirt.  Since Fox was so exhausted from the sexual abuse, Jim didn't inject him with the drugs and left him to sleep while he took extra care to clean up the area where the rape had taken place and to replace Dana's garbage can.  He left the house like it had been found, assuring himself that no one would know the difference.  He then collected both the evidence in the garbage bag and this backpack and left the house.  He drove away only minutes before Maggie pulled up into the drive.
 
****
 
Dana had been worried about her partner, but she couldn't cancel her meeting with Walter Skinner. She had called her mother and asked her to check up on Fox.  Dana had told her about the nightmares Fox had been experiencing of late as a warning of what she might find.  Even with that in mind, Maggie was unprepared for the screaming that came from within the house as she entered.
 
She rushed upstairs to find Fox sobbing hysterically on the bed and went at once to his side.  "Fox...honey, calm down...please," and when he looked at her with unseeing eyes she attempted to introduce herself, "Fox, I'm Dana's Mom...you know me...Maggie Scully."
 
"Scully?  Mom?"  Something penetrated Fox's terrified mind and he screamed, "Mom?  M-Moooommmmm...help me."
 
"Yes, Fox...Mom is here," and gathered the weeping man to her breast and held him and he cried hysterically into her shoulder.  She held him until he had calmed down some and then she asked, "Fox, baby...what's wrong?  Did you have another nightmare?"
 
Fox nodded with the tears still falling down his face.

"You wait here while I get you a wet wash cloth so you can wash your face," and started towards the bathroom.
 
Fox surprised her by screaming, "Nooooooooo...don't leave me here," and staggered from the bed.

Maggie hurried back to him saying, "Fox, you are in no condition to be out of bed.  You get back there at once...I'll be just a second," and tried to lead him back to the bed.

"Nooooo...not there...d-don't leave-e me t-there," screamed Fox as he  struggled to get away.
 
"Fox, baby...are you scared of being in the bed?" and when Fox nodded, she asked, "Why is that, honey?"
 
"Because bad things happen there...HE caught me sleeping and he...he
...he...rap-pe-e-ddd me-e-e-e-e," sobbed Fox.
 
"Oh, baby," Maggie cried, going to comfort him.  "I want you to put your shoes on and come downstairs with me.  I'll make you a soothing cup of tea and you can tell me about your nightmares...okay?"
 
Fox obediently did as she asked, although he sat in a chair and not on the edge of the bed to actually tie them up.  Then hand in hand, they walked down the stairs.  Maggie was dismayed to find just how exhausted Fox was and attempted to lead him at once past the dining room table into the kitchen.
 
Fox balked when they came in sight of the dining room table and refused to move.  He started to tremble as he saw the actual site of the rape and nearly fell in his attempt to get away.
 
Maggie asked, "Baby...what's scaring you?  It's only Dana's dining room table.  We need to go past it to go into the kitchen...come on," and attempted once more to lead him past it.

 "N-noooooo," he screamed as he turned to run away.
 
"That's okay...we don't have to go into the kitchen.  How about if I take you home with me...to my house?  I'll call Dana and she can meet us there.  Momma won't let anyone hurt you at my house...okay?"
 
Fox nodded and turned towards the front door and even as tired as he was he still managed to stagger there as quickly as he could.  Maggie stopped him short of opening the door.  "Wait, Fox, it's cold outside...where is your coat?"
 
"I don't have one, Mom.  I was in such a hurry to get out of my apartment this morning that I only grabbed my wallet and keys and left.  I don't mind the cold...let's leave before HE comes back," cried Fox hastily.
 
Maggie then said, "Wait...at least wrap this blanket around you.  It will keep you warm as we go to the car," handing him a blanket she pulled from where Dana had left it on the couch.  Fox hurriedly placed it around him and almost bolted from the house.  He staggered to the car and waited impatiently for Maggie to open the door for him.  He glided into the front seat, locking the car immediately behind him.  He had such a haunted scared look in his eyes that Maggie almost cried.
 
Fox kept the haunted look until they were way on their way to Maggie's.  When he realized he was safe and with "Mom" Fox leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.  Maggie noticed at once that Fox had calmed down sufficiently and had gone to sleep.  He slept the whole way to Maggie's, but when he wakened the scared look returned to his features until he recognized that it was Maggie who had spoken.

"Come on in, Fox," invited Maggie.
 
Fox nodded and tenderly got out of the front seat.  He pulled the blanket around him and staggered once again to the back door.  Maggie helped as much as she was able and maneuvered him inside and to the couch in the living room.  "Lie down, honey, while I call Dana and tell her where we are," and got up to call.
 
"Nooooo...d-don't l-leave me-e-e, pleaseeeee," cried Fox.

'He's still scared at being left behind, even here,' realized Maggie as she went back to him.  "Baby, I'm just going out to use the hall phone...look," pointing to the phone a few feet away.  "You can watch me as I call...okay," and moved towards the phone only after Fox nodded in agreement.
 
She hurriedly picked the phone up and called her daughter at work.  "Dana?  It's Mom.  Dana, come over to my house after work.  I have Fox here.  Dana, he was in the throes of hysteria by the time I entered your house.  He won't be left alone and if you try he screams and sobs.  He's scared, honey, and for some reason, he is totally exhausted; he can barely walk.  Oh, Dana there were two places at your house where he really freaked out.  One was the bed he was sleeping in and the other was your dining room table."
 

Maggie paused as she listened to what her daughter was saying and then whispered, "Dana, I asked him why he didn't want to stay in that bed and he said that someone came while he was sleeping and raped him.  He was showing all of the signs of someone who has been sexual assaulted.  I thought it best that he come home with me and get him out of a place he's scared to be."  She listened a bit longer and then said, "No, I've got clothes here that should fit him, at least for now...okay...I look for you then."

 
She retuned to Fox and relayed, "Dana is going to have a forensic team to her house and check it out for any sign of what you feared happened; then she will be here.  She offered to go to your apartment and pick up some clothes for you but I told her that wasn't necessary.  I have several outfits of the boys around that you can wear, at least for now.  We both think you need to try and rest some.  Why don't you get comfortable on that couch and close your eyes?" Maggie was pleased to see him obey.  She pulled his shoes off and pulled up a light blanket.  She then went and sat down within his sight to wait until he fell asleep.
 
Maggie sat and watched him long after he had fallen asleep, amazed at how young and vulnerable he looked as he slept.  "Don't you worry, baby, I won't let anyone ever hurt you again," she vowed before she got up quietly and went to prepare one of the rooms for her "son's" use. She put him in the bedroom next to her.  She hoped he would be able to sleep throughout the night if he realized she was so close.  She would move the rocking chair next to the bed in case it was needed.  She found some pajamas of Charlie's that looked like they would fit for him to wear.  After spending some time with him today, Maggie felt that Fox was in desperate need of some motherly love and she vowed to be there to give it to him.
 
She was just about to check on Fox when she heard is terrified shout, "M-Mooooom-m-m!"
 
She called down the stairs, "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming," as she rushed to his side.  She found a very disheveled and scared little boy looking anxiously for her.

"M-mom, I-I w-woke up and c-couldn't-t f-find y-you," stuttered Fox.
 
"I'm sorry, baby.  I was upstairs fixing Charlie's room for you tonight; it is between Dana's room and mine where you should feel safe.  Now do you want to get up and let me fix you something to eat?"
 
Fox tentatively nodded and got up and followed Maggie into the kitchen.  His nap had strengthened him some and he was able to walk without staggering, at least for the time being.  Maggie motioned for him to sit anywhere at her breakfast table and he did so willingly.
 
"How about if I fix you some scrambled eggs and some toast?  Do you think you'll be able to eat that?"
 
"Yes, ma-am, that sounds great," replied Fox.  Maggie hadn't wanted to give him anything to heavy for fear it might upset his stomach, and went to gather her ingredients from the refrigerator.  While she had it opened she pulled out a container of ice tea and poured her guest a glass.  She added some mint to it before placing it front of Fox.  "I always have some mint in my tea, see if you like it, too."
 
Fox tentatively took a sip and rewarded her with a huge smile, "This is delicious, thank you, Mom."  He sipped his tea as she prepared his food.  Soon he was enjoying grape jelly on his toast, as he got ready to eat his scrambled eggs.  Maggie waited until he had finished before bringing up the subject of his nightmares.
 
"Baby, when we were at Dana's you said you would tell me about these nightmares you've been having.  Do you still feel like talking about them?"
 
With a scared look on his face he nodded and said, "I'll try, but..."
 
Maggie said, "I know you are scared but I'm with you and I won't let anything happen.  How about this, you talk as long as you like and when you start to get too uncomfortable, we'll stop?"
 
Fox considered that and nodded.  He took a deep breath and said, "They all started Monday night right after I had supper... No, I didn't have supper.  I remember drinking a glass of tea and then I must have fallen asleep.  The next thing I remember is HE being there.  He stripped me of my pants and boxers," Fox said blushing, as he continued to remember.  "I remember him spanking me so hard that it felt like I had been sunburned and then...then...he raped me," whispering at the end, as the tears began to fall.  "At least I thought he had, but when I awoke the next morning I was on the couch and in the same clothes I was wearing...and the TV was still on.  It felt so real but it had to be a dream."
 
Maggie didn't say anything at first giving Fox time to recover from such a terrible dream.  "Baby, do all of your dreams deal with you being beaten and then raped?"  Fox nodded refusing to meet her eyes.  Maggie reached over and grasped his hand saying, "I know this is hard for you to talk about, baby...do you want to stop for a while?"
 
"No, let me talk until I can't," replied Fox.
 
"Fox when I came in and found you this afternoon you were hysterical...tell me what happened, please?"
 
"I thought I was safe there after last night's nightmare at my apartment.  I came over early this morning and had no trouble sleeping for the rest of the night and even after breakfast and after Dana left, I went back to the spare bedroom, lay down, and drifted off to sleep.  Everything was going fine then 'WHAM' HE was there hitting me with a switch of some kind.  He hit me here, here and then all over," pointing to all of the areas he had been struck.  "It was then that I realized that I was nude and open to attack.  He laughed at me and said it was time for his riding lesson."
 
Maggie interrupted with a question, "What does it mean by riding lesson, dear?"
 
"It's his term for rape, Mom," Fox simply said.
 
Fox took a deep breath before continuing and spoke as fast as he could, "He then thrust two of his fingers in my anus and using only that pressure pushed me downstairs to Scully's dining room table and made me bend over it.  He then pulled his fingers out and tied me to the table.  I was unable to get away.  I thought about it but my body wouldn't cooperate.  He then thrust his penis in me with so much force that I thought I was going to be split apart.  It hurt sooooo much," pausing to get his composure back.
 
"He took his time in thrusting in and out of me laughing at my pain and embarrassment.  He would stop whenever the urge to climax came until the urge was gone and then he would start all over again.  He kept it up for hours.  I was so tired being bent over that table while he raped me and then he came up with the idea to let my body betray me.  He began to fondle me making me come over and over again.  I felt like a damn cow being milked...and he caught it all in a fucking garbage bag that he had taped to my penis.  Finally he got tired of his game and came in me. He finally pulled out after that.  I remember sinking to the floor and sobbing.  The next thing I remember is screaming and you being there."  Fox laid his head on the table and began to cry.  He cried so hard that Maggie went to him immediately.
 
"Baby...it's okay...just cry," and held him to her as he cried out his embarrassment and pain, until he finally stopped.  He could cry no more... it left him so exhausted that he just laid his head back down on the table and closed his eyes. Maggie hovered over him unsure how to help him when she heard the front door open.

Shortly afterwards, Maggie heard, "Mom?"
 
"Dana, we're in the kitchen," Maggie replied and waited for her daughter to come in.  "Dana," Maggie went to her for a hug as she came into the room.

"Come in... we need to talk," Maggie said, motioning Dana to come nearer.
 
Dana stopped short as she saw Mulder with his head on the table and asked, "How is he?"
 
"That's what we need to talk about, but first help me get him to bed.  He's just told me about his 'dreams,' and it has exhausted him so."  Maggie turned to Fox and tenderly shook him saying, "Wake up darling, Dana is here."
 
"Scully?  Oh, hi, Scully," said a tired Fox.
 
"How are you doing, Mulder?"
 
He shrugged and said, "Okay as long as Mom is here with me.  I'm sooo tired, Scully, can I go to bed, now, Mom?"
 
"Sure you can darling.  Can you stand?" She stood nearby to lend a hand if he needed her and he did as he began to totter as he moved away from the table.
 
"Here, let me help you, partner," as Dana rushed to his side.  She walked beside him offering her strength when he needed it and they started the slow walk towards the stairs and upwards.
 
"Whose room will he be in, Mom," asked Dana as they started up the stairs?

"I've got Charlie's bed sheets turned down, dear.  I felt he would feel safer between our rooms.   You are staying, aren't you, dear?"
 
"Yes, ma-am, I brought a change of clothes with me.  They're in the car trunk.  I'll get them later."  She continued to walk her exhausted partner up to her brother Charlie's room and was glad to find that it indeed was ready for Fox.

She sat him on the edge of the bed and started to pull his sweatpants down only to have him scoot back and scream out in terror,
"Nooooooooo...don't touch me.... moooommmmmmmm."
 
"Mulder, it's me, Scully...its okay," but Fox continued to cry uncontrollably.

"Nooooooo...Moooommmmmmm...helppppp," Fox moaned.
 
Maggie went to him immediately; pulling him to her cradling his head against her saying, "Hush, baby...its okay...it was only Dana wanting to help," eventually Fox calmed down sufficiently for her to put him to bed.  "Now, baby, I'm just going to leave you some pajamas of Charlie's...I want you to put them on and get into bed, okay, darling," pulling away only long enough to put the pair of pajamas on the bed.  "I'll be back in later to check on you."  She motioned for Dana to follow her as they saw Fox reach for the pajamas.
 
Slowly they made their way downstairs.  "Have a seat, Dana," Maggie said as they came back into the kitchen.  I'll make us a cup of tea.  I think we are going to need it before we finish today," and put the water on as she pulled tea bags out.  Soon they were sipping some of Maggie's favorite blend.

Dana took a sip and then asked, "As he been like that all afternoon?"
 
"He was worse than that while we were at your house.  Dana, you said you were going to have a team go over your house...did they find anything," asked Maggie?
 
"Oh, yes.  They found hair samples, fingerprints and semen.  They haven't put a name to the fingerprints yet, but I'm hoping they will soon," Dana said angrily.
 
"Dana, by any chance was the semen found near your dining room table," asked Maggie.
 
Dana showed her amazement as said, "Yes, there and a little were found in my bathroom...how did you know?"
 
"Dana for the last hour or so, Fox has been telling me about his dreams.  He went into a lot of detail about the last one, the one that took place at your house.  The rape took place while he was bent over the dining room table.  It was terrible what was done to him...Dana, he said the man made him ejaculate, too.  He said his tormentor took hours before he finally finished the act.  He was so exhausted when I found him that he was staggering and I was afraid he would fall and hurt himself."
 
"Mom, did he ever say who it was that was hurting him," asked Dana excitedly.
 
"Nope, I never asked...I thought at first that it was only a dream, but the more he talked I came to the conclusion that it had to be real, even though I hoped I was wrong.  He's going to be so devastated to learn that it was real and he has been abused and raped for the last four days."
 
Before they could continue the ringing of a phone was heard.  "That's my cell phone," said Dana, "excuse me, Mom," and she opened her phone and said, "Scully."  Maggie watched as her daughter listened to the message, her expression changing to one of worry.  "Okay, thanks."
 
"That was the lab, they have a match for the fingerprints.  They belong to Jim Gray.  He's the one who kidnapped Fox and then kept him as his sexual slave.  It seems he's out there and is looking for Mulder."
 
"Noooooooooooooooooooo," came the scream as both ladies turned to find Fox as he sank to his knees.
 
Maggie and Dana rush to his side as he begins to sob hysterically, "H-he r-rap-e-d m-me...h-he r-rap-ed me...d-day af-ter day...h-he...r-a-ped-d m-me-e."  With Maggie and Dana on each side they managed to get him to rise and walk back to his room and into bed.
 
Maggie leaned down and kissed him on the forehead saying, "It's all right, baby...its all right."
 
"Noooooo, I-I f-feeel-l-l soooo d-dirty," Fox continued to sob.  Maggie only held him close until he sobbed himself back to sleep.
 
"Dana, do you have anything you can give him that will allow him to sleep," asked her Mother.
 
"No, not with me, but I will go and get something to help calm him down...I'll just be a moment," and left to go and get a prescription, leaving her Mom to stay with Fox.
 
She stayed until her phone began to ring.  With one last look at Fox she left to answer it.  "Hello, Mr. Skinner...yes, he's here...he's sleeping at the moment...yes, he knows, and he's not taking it very well.  Dana went to get something to calm him down and to guarantee that he gets a good night's rest.  I'll tell her to call you as soon as she returns...good-bye."
 
With a glance upstairs Maggie went into the kitchen to start supper.   "Dana is due back any minute. I pray that Fox will sleep until then," she thought as she set about to prepare supper.  She thought that soup would be the easiest thing to fix. "It's a good thing I froze several bags of my homemade vegetable beef soup," she thought as she pulled out a large bag of it.  "This should be more than enough for the three of us," and then put the bag in some warm water to thaw.
 
Fox woke, feeling so dirty that he staggered to the bathroom and stepped into the shower in an attempt to get clean.  He sobbed as he remembered how he was raped all of those times and collapsed in the back of the stall as the warm water turned cold and began to cascade over him.  Soon he began to shake as much from the realization of the rapes as from the cold water.

 It was about then that Maggie went to check on him.  When he wasn't in bed she began to search.  She heard the shower going and rushed to the bathroom.  The door was locked and she began to yell, "Fox...baby, open the door...Fox?  Fox...open the door, baby!" When she wasn't answered, she began to panic.

 "Mom? Mom, where are you," called Dana from below.

 "I'm upstairs, baby...come quickly, Fox's locked himself in the bathroom and won't open the door.  I feel something is wrong," shouted Maggie frantically.

 Dana and Skinner came at the run.  Skinner had come over to guard Fox and had met Dana as she arrived back home.  Skinner reached the bathroom first and addressed Maggie with a, "stand back," and put his shoulder to the door.

After about three tries the door popped open, with the lock broken.  He rushed to the shower stall and opened it to find his agent on the floor with the cold water from the shower splashing down upon him.  He pulled the younger man from the shower and wrapped him in the first thing he saw, a bath sheet.

"He's freezing and his teeth are shattering.  We need to warm him up quickly," said Dana.

 Maggie ran to the bathtub and immediately turned on the hot and cold water taps and filled the tub up with warm water.  She made it as hot as she thought was safe and then asked, "Mr. Skinner, can you get him in the tub and keep him there until he warms up?"

When Skinner nodded, Maggie left to give them privacy.

Walter manhandled Fox into the tub, removing the towel at the last moment.  Fox was unable to even help himself and sat unmoving as he warmed up.  "Fox, are you getting warm," his boss asked worriedly.  Fox nodded weakly.  "Then let me help you out of the tub," and reached to pull him up as Fox attempted to stand.  With Skinner's help, he was able to step out of the tub and stand feebly while he was engulfed in a huge towel.  Skinner led Fox to the commode seat to sit while he dried him.

 "Can I come in?" called Maggie from the other side of the door.

 "Yes, come on in," replied Skinner as he kept on rubbing the water from his agent's body.

 Maggie walked in to find them so engaged.  "Baby," talking to Fox, "are you feeling better now," she asked tenderly.

 Fox shook his head saying, "Noooooo...I feel so dirty, Mom.  I should have been able to do something...I let him rape me, over and over again," the last words smothered in tears.

  Maggie pulled his head to her and held him close as he continued to cry.  "Fox it wasn't your fault...you are the victim here.  He must have drugged you somehow; otherwise you would have fought him.  Remember when you were telling me how in your dream you were unable to do anything to prevent the abuse, I bet that you were drugged so he could get the drop on you.  Please baby, you've got to believe that and come out of this," insisted Maggie.

 "Walter, can you get him to bed...Dana has something to help calm him down?" Maggie asked as the crying slowed down.

 Walter nodded and pulled Fox up on his feet and with one hand around his waist and half carried the fatigued younger man back to his room.  With Maggie there to pull the sheets back he maneuvered the young man in, removing the bath towel at the last minute and pulling the sheets back up to hide his nakedness.

Maggie sat down in the rocker next to his bed and grabbed his hand pulling him towards her, "Baby, I've got you now...you are safe with me...I'm here for you, baby."

Fox was so tired that he didn't react to the sting of the shot when Dana had injected him with a tranquilizer.  He closed his eyes and was asleep in minutes.

 "Let's put the pajamas on him so when he awakes he won't panic to find himself naked," suggested Dana as she pulled a pair from her brother's dresser.  With the help of Skinner, Fox was so attired in minutes and they left him to sleep in peace.

 Once they arrived downstairs, they moved on to the living room to plan their strategy at protecting the boy.

"Mr. Skinner I want to thanks you for all of your help.  Your timing was fantastic," began Maggie.  "Why are you here?"

 "I came here to offer my assistance in protecting Agent Mulder.  We are getting as a safe house ready for him but in the meantime I'm here to help," explained Skinner," and please call me Walter."

 "You care for him, don't you, Walter," Maggie commented.

Walter smiled and admitted, "Yes, I do, but don't tell him that.  It will be our little secret.  Now, I think I will send the team to Fox's apartment, since three of the rapes took place there.  Is there anything I should look at specifically?"

 Dana and Maggie thought for a moment before Maggie spoke up, "He mentioned that he drank a glass of ice tea at his place just before the nightmare began.  If he was drugged, maybe it was ingested?"

 "You might also want to check the area around the couch, as well as the bed and bathroom.  He said he awoke on the couch each time and in the same position and wearing the same clothes as before.  If he was raped then his rapist probably bathed him to rid him of any evidence," added Dana.

 "And if it was Jim Gray that did the raping then he probably used that miracle herbal cream of his to rid Fox of any wounds he might have due to the rapes and beatings, including any tearing to his anus or rectum.  Fox said that it had properties to return him to virgin state after each rape, which was why it hurt so much every time he was raped.  It was as if each time was the first," she blurted out after further thinking.

 Skinner nodded his agreement and said, "I'll send them right away.  Do you have a key to his apartment?"

When she nodded, he continued, "Give it to me and I'll meet them there.  I'll be sure to have them test everything in the refrigerator but especially the tea, and now if you excuse me, I'll leave...but I will return."  Dana handed him her keys, pointing out which one was for Mulder's apartment, watching as he deftly removed it, pulling his cell phone out as he left the house.

 Maggie said, "Dana, I don't know about you but I'm going to have a bowl of soup...can I fix a bowl for you?"

 Dana nodded and followed her mother into the kitchen...

 ****

 Jim was driving by Dana's house for the umpteenth time.  He was looking for his fox cub.  When he arrived the first time, he had been dismayed to find several black vans with the words FBI on them and was scared that he had been discovered.  He thought that if the FBI was here that they were most likely at Fox's apartment as well and hurried back to his motel room to listen in to the bug in Fox's briefcase if hopes someone would mention where his pet was hiding.

 He returned to his room with sandwich and drink in hand and vowed to stay there listening until he discovered pertinent information on where he could find his fox cub.

 It was about 4 hours later that he heard, "I've located several fingerprints that we will need to match with Agent Mulder and Scully...have you found anything, Steve?"

Jim assumed that they were agents from the Forensic department of the FBI and continued to listen in.  He leaned in carefully when he heard, "Steve, where did Skinner say he could be reached?"

 And the answer was, "He said he's at Dana's mom's house at this phone number, 555-4546."  When he had heard that Jim knew where his fox cub was hiding.  He decided to search Fox's Rolodex for the address and waited for the Forensic team to leave.

 Jim drove back to the apartment and found a place to wait it out.  It was only another hour's wait before the team left.  Jim gave it some more time before he returned to the scene of his many rapes and in no time had the information he sought.  "No more games, my cub, it's getting too hot here.  The first chance I get, I'm taking you away from here and back where you can get all of the attention you need."

 He returned to his motel room and packed.  "When I take you, my pet, I'm leaving this place for good," he thought as he loaded his car and drove away.  He went straight to Maggie's house and parked where he could observe his quarry without being seen himself.

While he had been cruising, the area he had seen an unoccupied house behind and to one side of Maggie's and had driven right behind the house.  Since there was a "For Sale" sign in the front yard and a yard full of tall grass he knew he would be safe from discovery for a few days at least.  He once again picked the backdoor lock and locked it behind him before moving upstairs and peering out the back window.  He knew he would be able to view both the front and back door from his location.  As soon as the coast was clear he would make his move and the fox cub would be his.

 He occupied his time by imagining what he would do to his pet once he was safe from pursuits.  "One of the first things I do, my pet is to put your brand back, only this time I'm going to leave the hot brand in place for a full 10 seconds...it will be with you until you die this time.  I also want to denude you of all of your hair; luckily I brought the cream that did such a good job on you before.  It was nice when I rode you but I like it much better when you are as smooth as a baby's bottom.  I have a new toy for you to ride as well and I guaranteed you will hate it," already envisioning his pet being impaled on it.  With those thoughts running through his mind, the hours waiting moved much quickly.

 ****

 Fox slept peacefully through the night and woke refreshed and a bit confused on where he was.  He looked around the bedroom he was in and didn't recognize it as being his or Scully's.  He cautiously got out of bed and discovered that he was wearing pajamas; confusion rose.  The only time he ever remembered wearing them was whenever he visited his Mom and stayed the night. She just didn't approve of his sleeping in his underwear and sleeping in the nude was out of the question.  He saw a robe at the end of the bed and put it on as well as a worn pair of slippers that he put on.  He then went to explore his surroundings.  On the way he discovered a bathroom and made use of it before moving on.  He came to the stairs and tentatively made his way down them.

 On the bottom floor he heard voices that he was able to recognize as Skinner's and Scully's and made his way in that direction.

Maggie Scully promptly greeted him. "Hello, sleepyhead, did you sleep all right?"

 Fox smiled and nodded, "Yes, but I woke up confused on where I was at first...but now I remember...Jim Gray has been raping me these last few days and disguising it as dreams.  I apologize for my behavior yesterday.  I'm ready to fight back now," he said firmly.

Maggie exchanged a glance with her daughter and Walter and turned back to Fox, "Baby, I'm so proud of you.  Now sit down so I can fix you some breakfast."

 Fox came in and sat next to Scully accepting a cup of coffee from Maggie, and said, "Yes, ma-am," as he watched this dear lady get up to start his breakfast.

Maggie decided that another breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon would do just fine and soon placed a plate full of scrambled eggs, along with several pieces of crispy bacon and some toast.  She also put a glass of orange juice and grape jelly in front of his place.

 They all watched him as he ate, marveling that he was such a different individual than what they had seen the day before.

 "Dana, can I see you out front for a minute," asked Walter?  Dana nodded and followed him out to the living room, leaving Maggie to keep Fox company as he ate.

 Skinner said, "Dana, now that Fox has gotten control of himself, we can focus more of our attention on finding Gray.  I still want to have Fox placed in a safe house just as soon as one is available.  Until then he should be safe here with your protection.  He will have your Mom here to help him get better, too."

 "Yes, sir.  This new behavior of his helps, but he is going to need all of  the help and love we can offer him for a full recovery," answered Dana.

 They talked a bit longer making plans and then Walter left for a few hours to oversee any news concerning Gray while Dana returned to her Mom and Fox.  She found that Fox had finished his breakfast and was helping her Mom clean up.  "Well, I wish I had a picture of this...Fox Mulder cleaning up," teased Scully.

 "Very funny Scully...I just thought that since Mom was so kind as to let me stay the least I could do was help her with the dishes," explained Fox with a grin.

 "Never mind, Mulder...I was just teasing.  So what are your plans, partner?"

 "I was going to in to work, Scully.  I want to help locate Gray.  I know his ways, unfortunately and maybe I can say what he is planning on doing next."

 "NOOOOOOOOO.  You can't come in Mulder.  You're a target and must stay out of sight until we can track down the perpetrator...now promise you will behave and stay here?"

 "Sccculleee...there is nothing to do here, no offense, Mom.  If I can't come in can someone bring me my laptop so I can at least do some research," argued Fox.

 "Okay...if you stay put I'll bring you the laptop, but if you don't behave, Mom will take care of you, won't you Mom," teased Dana?

 "Don't you worry, Dana, if he misbehaves I might just have to take him over my knee and give him a well earned spanking," teased Maggie.

 "Mommmmm," cried Fox, blushing a bright red.

 "Never you mind, son...why don't you go back upstairs and I'll bring you some of Charlie's old clothes that should fit you," Maggie said, giving Fox a kiss on the cheek.

 "Okay, Mom," and he scampered back upstairs.

 "Mom, I'm going to leave too.  I want to bring Fox's laptop back so he will be assured to stay out of trouble.  I'll be back in about an hour...lock the door behind me."

 Maggie followed her out and dutifully locked the door as she left.  Unbeknown to them, Jim had been watching and knew this was probably his best chance at snatching his fox cub.  He waited a bit longer just in case and when after 15 minutes had passed with no one else arriving, he stealthily made his way to the back door.  He peeked in and saw that no one was there, and just as easily picked the lock and was in within minutes.  He took a minute to lock the door behind him and moved into the house wearing his backpack.

 Gray came to the stairs and not seeing anyone moved upward.  He peeked around the corner and saw an older lady entering a room carrying a bundle of clothes.  He tiptoed to that room and glanced in.  What he saw brought a smile to his face...it was his fox cub.  He took out his pistol and moved quickly in the room surprising both Maggie and Fox.

 "Noooooooooo," screamed Fox as he recognized Jim at once and backed away from him.

 "Who are you and what are you doing in my house," demanded Maggie?

 "My name is not important and I'm here to take possession of my pet,"
pointing at Fox.

 Maggie moved to stand in front of the man with the gun and declared, "You can't have him.  You've hurt him before and he is on the road to recovery or was until you started your sick game," declared Maggie fiercely.

 Jim was loosing patience fast and turned to Fox, "Either you come with me or I pull the trigger...the choice is yours," pointing the gun in Maggie's direction.

 Fox gulped and conquered his fear to try and protect his adopted mother saying, "Nooo, don't hurt her...I'll come, I'll come," begged Fox.

 "Nooo, Fox...don't go with him! He will only hurt you again," Maggie said trying to reason with him.

 "But if I don't he will shoot you, Mom, and I can't live with that," cried Fox.

 Jim watched the interaction with a smile...he had known what the outcome would be, and threw a piece of rope at Fox, "Here you tie her to that chair, and it had better be a good job or your ass will pay the price."

 Maggie watched sadly as her adopted son did exactly as he was told, knowing in her heart that it was done for her safety.  Once she had been tied sufficiently for Jim, he threw a cloth at Fox and said, "Gag her, as well!"  The man watched as Fox reluctantly did as he ordered.

"I'm, sorry Mom," he whispered as he tied the last knot and turned to face his tormentor.

 Jim then said, "Precede me down the stairs, and remember I still have the gun pointing at your Mom."

 Fox did as he was told and Maggie watched with tears falling as he was forced to leave and by the man who was his rapist.

 ****

 Now that Maggie was out of harm's way, Fox suddenly made his move to disarm the larger man.  Jim had been expecting something like this and was able to knock him out at once.  He picked his burden up and carried him back to his vehicle, a Jeep.

 "My pet, I can't wait to reacquaint you to my mighty shaft at the first opportunity," he said to the unconscious man, "but first you will have to lose these pajamas...I like my pet to stay bottomless as much as possible."

 Jim placed the unconscious man in the front seat of the Jeep locking him in place with his special seat belt. Fox would be unable to release himself when he regained consciousness.  As an extra precaution, he also cuffed his pet's hands in front of him.

 Jim was ecstatic; he had succeeded in getting his pet back and under the very noses of the FBI.  He drove until he was out of town and was rewarded with a moan from his pet; he was waking up.  As Jim drove on Fox tentatively opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.  He saw an old house in the background as the Jeep passed by on its way away.

 "Oh good, you're awake, now the fun can begin," he said with a smile as he turned of the highway onto a gravel road, following it until it came to an abandoned barn, which he drove right in and eagerly hopped out to pull the doors shut.

****

As Dana entered her mom's house she sensed something was wrong...it was too quiet.  "Mom? Mulder?" She called.  Silence answered her; in one fluid movement, she had her phone out and ready to call Skinner as she ran up the stairs.  She saw her Mom tied to a chair and gagged at once as she entered the room Fox was using.

She untied the gag asking, "Mom, what happened...where is Mulder?"

 "Oh, Dana, thank goodness you're here.  That man came and took my baby away.  It had to be the one raping him; Fox was so afraid, but he went willingly with the man to save me," cried Maggie.

 Dana paused to call her superior, "Sir, Fox has been taken...yeah, somehow that monster found him and took him.  Yeah, my Mom can describe him...bring over an artist."

 Skinner is sending agents to canvas the area.  We are hoping that someone saw something.  Don't worry we will get him back and that bastard will pay," vowed Dana as she returned to untie her Mom.

****

As soon as Gray turned back to the car and his captive, he began to smile.  Now he could play.  He returned to the passenger side of the car and opened the door.  He could see his pet was terrified and grinned evilly at him saying, "Let's get the show on the road." He pulled the terrified Fox from the Jeep and tied his cuffs to a length of rope, which was then tied to the car bumper.

 When Fox was taken, he hadn't had the chance to change from the pajamas he was wearing into something warmer and was shivering violently in the cold barn.  He hopped around on bare feet trying to get warm and Jim noticed it at once. He said, " Let's get you out of those pajamas and warmed up before we continue our journey home," and reached for the rope.  He sat on a nearby bale of hay and began to pull Fox to him.  Fox struggled but was no matched for his captor and soon found himself over his lap.

 Jim hooked his thumb under the pajama waistband and pulled them entirely off his pet, leaving him bare from the waist down and opened to his administrations.

"Noooo," screamed Fox as he shivered uncontrollably, his helpless and defenseless bare bottom exposed to the cold of the barn.
 
Jim patted the bottom before him and said, "Don't worry, my pet, I plan on warming you up until you are nice and toasty."

 Before Fox could utter another word he captured his pet's thighs under his and proceeded to do just that.  His hand crashed down over and over again turning Fox's pale bottom a rosy hue in no time.

 Fox started yelling as his bottom began to heat.

"Owwwww...stop...ouccchh...stop...oww," Fox cried but Jim paid him no heed and began to hit him even harder.

Fox squirmed trying to dislodge his body from Jim's lap and his never-ending blows to no avail until he began sobbing limply, accepting that he could do nothing to stop the spanking.

 Jim stopped as suddenly as he started and pushed his pet the floor.  He drew his knife and quickly cut the pajama top from his pet, leaving him not only bottomless but topless too.  He quickly walked way leaving his pet to sob on the floor, red bottom glowing nicely.

Jim had a surprise for his pet and needed some time to put it together.  He pulled a large dildo from his pack.  He poked the dildo through a cut out piece of the back seat and locked it into place.  He planned on having his pet sit on the dildo for the remainder of the journey.

Jim returned to his pet and pulled him up from the floor and leaned him against the car fender.  He removed a flannel plaid shirt and a pair of overalls from his pack.  He then took the cuffs off his pet and offered the shirt to him to put on.

With teeth chattering, Fox buttoned it up at once and did the same with the overalls when they were handed to him as well.  Jim threw a pair of socks and shoes at him and in no time, Fox was dressed and warm.

As Jim approached him, Fox suddenly lashed out and caught Jim on the jaw knocking him to the floor. Without looking back, Fox ran as if the hounds of hell were after him, avoiding the open road in favor of a cross-country route that he hoped would give him a better chance at escape.

Fox ran to the safety of some trees before stopping to catch his breath.  He looked over his shoulder and, not seeing anyone, stopped only long enough to review his future actions.

"All I need to do is get to a phone and call for help," he thought as he jogged on.  He remembered the jeep passing by such a house just before Gray had turned into the barn.  It was to the East and he started in that direction.

 Jim, who had been knocked unconscious by Fox's lucky punch, was only out for about ten minutes. When he woke, he jumped up and ran to the door to look for his escaped pet.

"Damn, he's nowhere to be found!  Now let me think? Where would he run?" Jim thought as he looked around the pasture.  Suddenly he smiled and said, "He's probably headed for that house we passed on our way here." Jim hurriedly threw all of his stuff into the jeep and took off.  "Just you wait, my pet.  When I catch up with you I am going to beat your bottom raw," he vowed angrily as he drove.

 Fox made it to the house and slowly approached the front door.  He knocked hesitantly and was rewarded with a cautious opening.

"What do you want, boy?" barked the old woman inside.

 "May I borrow your phone, ma-am?  My car broke down and I need to call a friend to come and get me," he lied, since he didn't think she would believe the truth.
 
"Boy, you are lying...now tell me the truth or I might be tempted to do you some bodily harm," promised the old woman.

This statement startled Fox and he hurried to tell the truth, "Okay...and you're right I was lying.  The truth is that I am an FBI agent and I was kidnapped.  I managed to escape a few minutes ago and need to get in contact with my partner...please can I borrow your phone?" he pleaded.

The old woman looked at him shrewdly and nodded, "Come on in, boy.  I'm glad you decided to finally tell me the truth.  The phone is in the hall...make your call, and then I'll fix you some tea...it looks like you could use some.  By the way, my name is Abigail Johnston."

 "Thanks, I'm Fox Mulder," he introduced as he hurried to the phone, where he quickly called his partner's cell phone number.

 "Scully?  It's me...I got away...can you come and get me?"  He then proceeded to give directions on where he could be located, stopping occasionally to ask Mrs. Johnston, since he had been unconscious through part of the journey.  "Thanks, Scully."

"Mrs. Johnston, I want to thank you for your trust in letting me borrow your phone.  Just tell me how much I owe you and I'll send you the money.  I'll just write down my phone number," and started toward her.

 "That's okay, young fellow...now have a seat while I pour you a cup of tea," she started to say.

 She was startled by the interruption of, "He's not going to have time to drink it...are you, boy?"

 They turned around to find Jim Gray standing in the door.  "Noooo," cried Fox as he made a dash for the back door with Jim in hot pursuit.  In his flight down the back stairs he tripped and fell down the remainder twisting his ankle in the process.  He made the effort to get up but was grabbed by Jim before he could get away.

Fox's arm was twisted behind his back and he was dragged back to the car parked in the driveway.  As soon as they arrived, Fox was thrown towards the hood of the car where he hung on to keep from falling.  He watched in terror as Jim removed his belt and then doubled it in his hand as he approached the hurt man.

"Now you are going to pay for this attempt at escape," Jim said as he grabbed the bib of his overalls and yanked it down; Fox was exposed at once.  Jim grabbed him and put his head under his left arm positioning his bare bottom just right for him to strap.

 Jim didn't spare any time in talking and just started to rain down blows to Fox's still pink backside.  Fox started to yell and squirm as his backside began to burn.  Jim watched as it began to blister ignoring both the yells of Fox as well as the cries from Mrs. Johnston to stop.

"Stop...stop this minute.  He's had enough...stop," demanded Abigail. When she realized he wasn't stopping, the old woman attacked Jim with the first thing that came to her hand...her broom.

Jim was startled by the sudden attack of the old lady but didn't stop the strapping...he had vowed to beat his pet raw and he aimed to carry it out.  He turned to push the old lady away and succeeded in knocking her down.  He had already accomplished half of his vow with several skinned areas appearing all over Fox's bottom when he heard sirens in the background and stopped suddenly.

Jim pushed his pet down causing him to fall on his bleeding backside as he glared at Fox saying, "I thought I got here before you had a chance to call, I see that I was wrong...we've got to go NOW!"

Jim dragged the sobbing man up towards the passenger side of the car, pulling up the overalls as they went.  He tied the straps behind Fox's head and unsnapped the back of the overall exposing his blistered and bleeding backside.

As soon as Fox saw what was waiting him on the passenger seat he frantically tried to get away.  With the sirens spurring him on, Jim grabbed his pet and positioned his anus over the dildo and pushed violently down impaling him on the dildo in one powerful push.

 "YEOOOOWWWWW," Fox shrieked as he was impaled on the large dildo.  It felt as if he was being split into.  When his raw backside made contact with the seat, the burning on his bottom merged with the burning in his anus and rectum and the pain overpowered him as he passed out.

 The first thing of which Fox was aware as he woke was a throbbing in his anus, rectum and bottom and he tried to rise off the dildo. He realized that he couldn't get off.  He opened his eyes to find himself locked loosely back in the seat belt.  Jim had fixed it so that although he was unable to leave his seat, he could rise partly off the dildo.  He understood at once that if the ride were rough enough he would be riding the dildo since he would be unable to stop himself from moving up and down on it.

 "Good, you are awake, my pet! Now prepare for the ride of your life," Jim said, as he took off over the rough gravel road, causing Fox to ride the dildo harshly.

Fox sobbed in pain, "Ohhhhhwwwwwwllllllllaaaaawwwww."

 *****

About ten minutes after Jim drove away, several cars pulled up in Mrs. Johnston's driveway. Dana jumped out of the lead car and ran to the older lady who was still lying where she had been pushed.

"Ma'am, are you hurt?  What happened?" Dana asked.
 
"I'm not hurt just shaken, my dear and my name is Abigail Johnston, not ma'am.  That monster that has your partner pushed me down and I was unable to get up; that's all," replied Mrs. Johnston wearily.

 "You've got to hurry, they only left a few minutes ago... took a belt to your partner and savagely blistered his backside before stopping, he was bleeding in places.  He did something terrible to him once he got him into the car that brought the dear boy to yell most pitiful," Mrs. Johnston said breathlessly as Dana helped her up. The woman said, "I saw his license plate," and recited it for Dana.
 
Dana liked the spunky old lady and turned to a nearby agent with the following instructions, "Agent Dickson, please take Mrs. Johnston to the nearest hospital for a thorough checkup, I'm going after Mulder.  Oh, Mrs. Johnston, what way did they go?"

Mrs. Johnston pointed west. Dana ran towards her car with cell phone in her hand.

Dana said into the phone, "This is Special Agent Dana Scully, badge number 2317-616; I want an APB out for the following license number"

After Dana recited the number that had been given to her, she added, "This concerns the kidnapping of Special Agent Fox Mulder, approach with caution, no sirens," As soon as she completed the request for an APB, she returned to her car and led all of the cars in pursuit of her partner.

 ****

 Not seeing any pursuit, Jim slowed down, pulling off into a grove of trees.  He quickly got out and went to the passenger side of the car pulling open the door.  He pulled out a cock ring and quickly pulled his pet's flaccid penis through it. Fox groaned as it was installed, guessing what would be coming next.
 
He then brought out a pair of vicious looking nipple clamps; and set about bringing his pet's nipples to a hard and painful state at which time he gleefully clamped on the nipple clamps.  Fox yelled as they were viciously clamped on.  He then connected the clamps to the cock ring by a fine chain.
 
"Soon you will be begging for mercy, my pet.  Shall I explain why?" And continued to talk without waiting for an answer.  "The main reason we are in my Jeep is that I don't need roads to drive on.  At any time I can make my own shortcuts by going cross-country.  When this happens you will be riding my little friend here," pointing to the dildo he was still impaled on.  If it is rough enough, and be assured that I will make sure it is, you will be bouncing up and down on it and rubbing yourself raw in places.  Your cock will be stimulated with the riding of the dildo and the clamps will keep those nipples hard.  Soon you will be growing hard until you will be begging for release and the cock ring will prevent it."
 
Making sure that all was in place and Fox was unable to get away, Jim returned to the driver's seat and they were once again on their way home.  The police pursuit was starting to catch up with them again and Jim turned off in an attempt to out maneuver them by driving on through the countryside.
 
"Are you ready, my pet for the stimulation to begin," he said as he gunned the Jeep and took off for the rougher ground of the country.

Fox began to cry out and try to stop his body from the bouncing as Jim happily sped away.
 
He couldn't control his bouncing and he began to ride the dildo with more force than he wanted to.  The stimulation made him beg for mercy, "Please...stop...I-I c-can't-t take-e anymore-e-e.  Pleaseeeeee...s-s-s-s-t-t-t-o-o-o-p-p," he cried over and over again.

Jim only speeded up more and the bouncing intensified.  The bouncing up and down on the dildo went faster and, in turn, the bleeding places on his bottom turn into one of intense pain.  He was feeling fire from his lower regions and he could do nothing about it.
 
He began to babbled hysterically, "noooooooo...pleas-sseee...I-I'll-l-l d-d-o any-thing-g-g y-you-u w-wan-t-t j-ju-s-s-t s-s-t-to-op-p...p-ple-ee-a-eee."
 
Jim paused as if he was considering it and then said, "Since you insist, I'll be happy to oblige you.  Just let me find the right place to carry out your wishes," and took off with Fox's screams and sobbing in his ears.  He watched as Fox once again rode the dildo screaming with every movement and picked the roughest patch of ground to ride over causing Fox to nearly come off the dildo before sliding down it once again, screaming in pain as he did so.
 
Jim had gotten Fox to beg him to be ridden and pulled his Jeep into a stand of trees for the few minutes that he thought it would take to oblige him.
 
Jim then got out of the car and went around to Fox's side. He released him from the cruel nipple clamps and the seat belt, helping him to finally arise off the dildo.  Fox gave a hiss of pain as the clamps came off and sobbed as he slid off the large dildo. Jim, however, kept the cock ring on his pet; he had other plans that called for his cock to be so restrained.  Jim leaned him against the outside of the Jeep while he removed the torture devices from his front seat.  The cold air felt wonderful to Fox's tortured backside.
 
Fox was dragged around the driver's side, crying out as his injured ankle made contact with the hard ground.  He was leaned forward against the car while Jim applied the miracle cream to some of his hurts.  He purposely ignored some of the bleeding places on his bottom but applied the cream to his tortured nipples.
 
He then took Fox by complete surprise by thrusting his mighty beast entirely into his pet's sore rectum causing him to cry out as a relentless pain overwhelmed him and he passed out momentarily.  Jim had been overwhelmed by his pet's closeness and readiness at being ridden that he threw caution to the winds and had attacked him right then and there.
 
"I'll just have a go at him and then we can continue our journey," he thought as he waited for his pet to regain consciousness so he could complete the rape.  "It's no fun unless he fights and cries," Jim told himself as he waited.  He took the time to tie Fox's hands behind his back making sure he couldn't be stopped in this his latest conquest of his cub's bottom.  "This is going to be the best time, ever...his rectum is so sore from riding my dildo that when I ride him he will be total agony.
 
Fox awoke soon after with the feeling of fullness and was shocked to find himself once again on the receiving end of another rape.  He cried and struggled to get free, which only added to the joy that Jim was feeling as he rode his bucking bronco.  Jim then decided that he wanted to rape his pet face to face so he slid out only long enough to push Fox to the ground and turn him on his back, rubbing his bleeding and sore bottom into the dirt.   He parted his legs and thrust back into Fox's sore and bleeding anus and rectum. Fox yelled as the pain was renewed.
 
Jim then began to add to his cub's humiliation and pain by reaching to fondle his cock, bringing it back to life.  While he slowly pumped in and out of his cub's bottom, he also reached to fondle his sore nipples and tender inner thighs sending his cub into sexual and physical overload. Fox cried as he felt and experienced it all, unable to do anything to stop it.  His penis grew once again harder with each touch until it became painful to even be touched.  Jim didn't let his pet's pain or humiliation stop him from enjoying himself.
 
Just as Jim was about to climax he was suddenly pulled out of his sobbing victim.  He turned to face a tall bald man who slugged him in the jaw, knocking him out at once.

AD Skinner had flown by helicopter and approached on foot.  He hadn't gotten there in time to prevent Jim from starting but he had been in time to keep him from finishing it.

Walter hurried to cuff the rapist by the wrists as well as by his ankles.   There was no way he was going to allow this scum to get away.
 
Jim had made one very bad mistake...he had let his lust to possess his cub again get in the way of escaping back home. He had been so intent in playing with his toy that he had forgotten all about keeping an eye out for the law.

 "Scully...come quickly...Fox needs you," cried Skinner to the approaching FBI agents and one red head in particular.  Skinner pulled off his coat and tenderly covered his sobbing young agent.  He got down and sat next to his sobbing young agent, pulling him into an embrace, Mulder's head in his lap.  He could see that his nipples were red and swollen and was afraid to move him any more until Dana could check him out.  He feared the worse as Fox began to shake and sob hysterically.
 
Skinner began to speak to him soothingly, "It's alright, son...you're safe now."  He repeated the litany over and over again but Fox wasn't responding and he didn't know if he was being heard or not.

Fox finally gave into the approaching darkness and passed out.
 
"Fox, don't do this," cried Skinner, as he feared the worse, "Scully hurry," he bellowed, as Scully rushed up carrying her doctor's bag with her.  "He was okay just a minute ago and then...." Skinner said.
 
Dana knelt by her partner's side and noticed at once that he was still breathing.  "It's okay, sir. He's just unconscious...his body just couldn't take it any longer.  What did you see?" Dana asked him, needing to hear the worst.
 
"I found him being raped by this animal.  He had Fox on his back and was thrusting in and out of him.  He had Fox in the missionary position so he could also fondle his penis, nipples and inner thighs.  He got so involved in what he was doing that I was able to sneak up on him and jerk him out of Agent Mulder before he could come to a climax.  I saw that Mulder's nipples and hands were swollen and he is wearing that cursed cock ring.  I didn't want to do anything until you had a chance to look him over for fear of doing him any more harm," Skinner recited.
 
"You did fine, sir.  You covered him up and offered him comfort when he was in desperate need of it.  Now if you could cut his bonds...you do you have a knife, don't you sir?"

Skinner nodded and pulled a penknife from his pocket. "I always try and be prepared," he remarked seriously.

 "Be careful, sir," cautioned Dana.
 
Walter carefully and very tenderly cut his hands free.  Dana and Skinner surveyed the damage done to his wrists.  They were swollen and bleeding in places.  "It's a good thing he is unconscious, sir, or it would really hurt him as the blood returned to his hands," Dana said as she tenderly cleaned and bandaged his wrists before moving on to another hurt.
 
She slowly cleaned and bandaged his hurts as she came upon them, the last being the swollen ankle.  "His ankle is only twisted, I think.  He will need to stay off it for a while but that is the least of his injuries I feel.
Sir, if you could help me roll him over on his side so I can take a look at
his other side."
 
Walter gently turned Fox to his side as Dana looked.  She gasped at the damage she saw.  "Oh sir, he is bleeding from his rectum and Mrs. Johnston is right, he was strapped savagely...there are several places bleeding on his backside and there is dirt ground in to many of the places.  I'm afraid that he was brutalized in his rectum, whether it was during the rape or before hand I don't know.  He needs some of that herbal healing cream to be sure it heals correctly,"

A moan was heard from the cuffed man Walter had slugged.
 
She looked up to see Jim sit up holding his jaw.  A bruise was forming and he was attempting to rub the sting from it.  Dana ran to him demanding, "Do you have some of that herbal healing cream you've used on Fox before?"
 
"What if I do?  There is no way I'm giving you anything to help you with that stubborn Fox cub of mine.  He needs to know his place and that isn't learned by coddling him whenever he's hurt," sneered Jim.
 
Dana drew her gun in one smooth motion and aimed it at his head.  "You tell me what I want to know or I will shoot you," hissed Dana.

Walter made no try in stopping her.
 
"If you shoot me, you'll never know," taunted Jim.
 
Dana then rushed to the Jeep and pulled out a backpack, which she emptied on the ground.  Several bottles fell out, all in different color bottles but no other identification was seen.  She gathered them all up and took them to Gray demanding, "Which one contains the herbal cream?"
 
"No way...you'll have to find it on your on, but be warned that if you pick the wrong one you will do more danger than good," he taunted again.
 
Dana picked on up at random, it was a red spray bottle, that she turned around occasional pointing it at Gray.  His response was instant...he moved out of the way by leaning in one direction or the other and Dana noticed it as once.  She pointed it straight at Gray and watched his eyes...they showed fear.
 
"Oh, sir...I need your help.  I think I have a way to get the information I need," as she smiled dangerously at Gray.
 
Skinner motioned to another agent to take his place in keeping Mulder on his side and sprang to her side.  Dana motioned for him to listen to her whisper and he leaned down.  He listened for a minute and looked at the spray in her hand and then at Gray and nodded.  Before Gray could shout, his pants were unzipped and yanked down along with his boxers.  Once he was bottomless, Walter held him as Dana prepared to spray his genitals.

 "Noooooooooooooooooo, I'll talk, I'll talk," screamed Gray in an attempt to prevent the inevitable.
 
Dana looked at him curiously and asked Jim, "What are you afraid of?  What's in this spray?"
 
Jim shook his head refusing to answer until she held the spray close to his penis as she intended to spray.  Jim could read her intention in her eyes and screamed, "It is an itch spray."
 
"You were going to use it on Fox, weren't you?" She accused and sprayed his genitals at once.  "Let's see how you like it."
 
He screamed, "Nooooooooooooooooo, I'll tell you whatever you want."
 
"Oh, I know you will talk...and talk, and talk.  This way we will wait and see what this solution does first, won't we?" She said smiling sweetly at him.
 
"If I tell you what you want, now you can give me antidote in the green spray bottle and we'll all be happy," pleaded Gray as he felt the first tingle appear; followed soon by the all out itch, which covered his entire penis.

"Pleaseeeeeee," screamed Gray as he tried to scratch all over, only to have his hands held by Skinner.
 
Dana slowly held up the rest of the colored bottles and asked again, "Which bottle is the herbal cream in?"
 
"The blue one, the blue one," screamed Gray.
 
Dana snatched up the blue bottle and returned to Fox to apply it to his rectum and anus, pleased to see the bleeding come to a stop.  She continued to carefully clean the then treat her partner's bleeding and skinned backside, all the time ignoring the screams and pleads for help from Gray.  She noticed that Skinner was having some trouble in keeping the distraught man from breaking free and scratching his itches.

"Try and not let him scratch sir, there is still a lot of questions we can ask him.  This way we are bound to get the answers we require."
 
Scully went to her partner and saw that Mulder was flaccid enough to remove the cock ring. She did so freeing him at long last.  She then approached Gray.
 
"You put this on him to punish him knowing that as he rode that vicious dildo he would get hard and beg for release since he would be unable to get it on his own, didn't you?" Scully accused.
 
Gray wouldn't look at her, as he still screamed for mercy.

 "Yes...YES...now spray me with the green bottle, pleaseeeeeee," begged Gray.
 
"Just hold him a bit longer sir, while I position this cock ring on him.  I want him to experience the same type of misery he put Fox through."  Walter watched as she deftly put the cock ring on his penis, nestling it in the same place he had put Fox's.  "Sir, if you wouldn't mind cuffing his hands behind his back.  That way he can suffer as he made Agent Mulder suffer."
 
"Noooooo...please...no.  If you do that I won't be able to relieve the itch," Gray pleaded as Walter ignored him and did as Agent Scully asked.  Once his hands were cuffed Walter let him go and watched as Gray attempted to rub his genitals over the rough ground in an attempt to relieve the itch.
 
 "Agent Roberts, please take this man and lock him up in our secure cells.  Do nothing to treat his itch or allow him to scratch.  If I were you I would gag him," and watched as his agent pulled the distraught man up and walked him to his vehicle and put him in.  He pulled up his pants and gagged him with his handkerchief.  The muffled cries could still be used as the car pulled away.
 
With Gray out of the way, Dana turned her concern to her partner.  "Sir, can we leave now?  I want to get Mulder back in the loving and caring arms of my Mom.  She will be more than happy to take care of her newest son," said Dana, as she pulled the overalls back in place.
 
"You don't want to take him to the hospital first, to check him out, Agent Scully," asked Skinner?
 
"No sir, the herbal cream I've treated him with will do the job better than they can and why make public the fact that he was raped yet again.  Mom can nurse him better than Georgetown.  She will shower him with plenty of love and TLC."
 
"Okay, if you insist...let's take my chopper...just give the keys to your car to one of the agents and they will drive it back."
 
 ****
 
It was only a matter of minutes before Maggie was surprised to find an helicopter on her front lawn and delighted when first Dana and then Walter Skinner appeared with Fox in his arms.  She hurried to open the door as they swept in.  Walter moved upstairs without being told and gently placed Fox in the bed he had been using.  With Skinner's help, Maggie was able to dress Fox in another pair of Charlie's pajamas.
 
As soon as he was satisfied that he could do no more Skinner said, "Now that Fox is back home with his Mom, I've got an interrogation to attend,"

Skinner said his goodbye and walked out of the room with Dana following behind.
 
Dana saw Skinner to the door saying, "Sir, after you learn all you can from Gray spray him with this," handing him the green spray bottle, "but only after you have all of the information since it is the antidote for the itch."
 
Skinner took the proffered bottle and left.  Dana watched him leave and then went back to her partner, timing it perfectly, just as he was waking.  She was delighted to see him open his eyes but recognized the fear in them at once and rushed to his side to reassure him that he was safe.
 
"Mulder...you are at home with Mom and me...you're safe and Gray is in custody.  Skinner has gone to interrogate him," she said tenderly.
 
Fox still looked around checking the place out before allowing the tears of relief to fall.  Maggie gathered him into her arms and held him as he cried out his relief at being safe.  Maggie held him as he cried out his fears and pain, rubbing his back comfortingly and soothingly saying, "It's okay baby, cry...You're safe in my arms and I won't let you down this time," since she thought she had failed him by allowing Gray to leave with him earlier.
 
Fox heard and raised up enough to say, "You didn't fail me, Mom, it wasn't your fault that Gray took me."
 
"I love you, dear...don't you ever forget that," and kissed him on his cheek before laying him back down so he could rest.  She stayed near his side as he feel back asleep, and then turned to Dana and whispered harshly, "I hope that bastard that did this to my dear boy will suffer for it soon."
 
"Don't worry Mom, he is.  I assure you that he has tasted some of the same torture he put Fox through and he is begging for mercy.  Skinner isn't going to give him any until he has answered all of his questions and gives us information to bring down his whole operation," explained Dana mysteriously.  "I'll tell you everything later," she said at her mother's questioning expression.
 
****
 
Skinner walked down to the cell in which Jim Gray had been placed.  It was surprisingly silent even as he got closer.  He looked into the cell and saw the reason...he had been gagged and cuffed to the wall.  He was squirming unable to get his hands down to scratch or rub the itch in his penis and was crying in frustration.
 
Skinner cleared his voice alerting Gray that he was to have a visitor.  He entered and removed the gag so they could talk.  He wasn't surprised by Gray's first and only plea.  "Please, I'll tell you anything just spray the antidote on my penis...mercy and I beg for mercy."
 
Skinner looked at him and slowly removed his notebook before moving towards him.  He looked down and suddenly uncuffed one hand and walked back to his seat.  "That is all of the mercy you are going to get until I get all of the information I seek.
 
Gray had is zipper down and penis in hand as soon as his hand was freed.  He was rubbing his penis in the attempt to relieve the itch that he knew wouldn't leave until the antidote had been applied.  He glared up at Skinner and spat, "What do you want to know?"
 
Skinner took his time with the questions noting that Gray answered each of them as soon as possible.  Skinner also noted with satisfaction that the rubbing was causing Gray's penis to get hard and causing him discomfort.  He still asked questions, going back several times to the same issues to be sure that he hadn't missed anything knowing that he was also prolonging Gray's torture as well.
 
He slowly reread his notes two times before getting up and moving towards Gray saying, "I should wait until all of your answers check out before giving you the antidote but I'll be nice and give you some relief now," and sprayed the length of his penis with the solution in the green bottle, "after all I can always re-spray you if the answers are wrong," and left to gather his task team to go after Gray's Pleasure Slave operation.
 
"Wait...wait...what about the cock ring," screamed Gray.
 
Skinner ignored his screams and continued down the corridor stopping at the end to tell one of the agents in charge, "Wait an hour and then have that cock ring removed...and the cuffs as well."
 
Skinner had a team ready as soon as he returned to his office.  He gave out assignments with the same instructions, "You are to check this information out as secretly as possible.  I want to be sure that it is true and we can spring all at once to stop his operation at once."  He left to inform Dana of the developments not rusting the phones.
 
 ****
 
Fox was still sleeping while Dana was helping her mother with dinner when there came a knock to the front door.  She hurried to answer it finding Skinner.  "Won't you come in sir," opening the door for him to enter.
 
He quickly came in.  "We are in the kitchen fixing supper...won't you stay?" Dana offered as she led the way back there.
 
"How is Mulder?" asked Skinner, noting that he wasn't down there.
 
"He was sleeping when I last checked," said Maggie.  "We were just about to sit down for lunch, won't you join us?" Maggie offered as well.  "It is my homemade vegetable beef soup with cornbread," Maggie said. "We can talk while we eat."
 
"I accept.  Can I do anything to help?"  Asked Skinner.
 
"Nope, just find a place.  Dana, fix him a bowl while I check on Fox. If he's awake, I'll bring him a bowl too," Maggie said and left to check on her dear boy.
 
Maggie came down a few minutes later to report.  "He's still sleeping and I thought I would stay with him for a few minutes; but you two go ahead and eat," and she went back up to sit with her baby.
 
"Come on, sir, we can talk downstairs," Dana said as she led the way back to the kitchen.  She waited until they had consumed half of the soup before asking, "Sir, why did you come by, not that I'm not glad to see you."
"I just wanted to keep you abreast on what I learned from Gray.  I didn't want to call for fear that it might be overheard.  I don't want to bungle this operation.  Mulder will feel better knowing that the whole operation is under wraps, or so I hope."
 
Skinner spent the rest of the dinner hour filling her in on everything Gray had said finishing with, "I've got agents checking every detail to be sure they are correct.  It wouldn't do to spring our trap and miss something, now would it?  I hope to have a tentative report by the end of the day, and now I must leave.  You keep our boy safe and soon he can put this all behind him.  Be sure and thank your Mom for me; the soup was delicious."
 
"Yes, sir...I'll tell her and thanks for stopping by.  We'll keep a closer watch on Mulder and with Mom there to mother him he should be fine," she said as she walked him to the door.  Seeing him on his way she turned to go and clean up the kitchen before going up and relieving her Mom.
 
"Mom, Skinner is gone and said to thank you for the soup.  He really liked it.  Why don't you have a bowl?  Mulder is sleeping soundly.  He'll let us know when he wants something to eat," Dana said.
 
"Okay, dear...I think I will and then afterwards keep a bit of the soup on the back burner just in case he wakes hungry," Maggie said as she went down to eat her dinner.
 
It was about an hour later that Mulder awoke and Maggie eagerly brought him a bowl of soup to tide him over until supper.  When she came down a few minutes later she was able to report, "Well, he's feeling better.  He ate the whole bowl and wants to join us for supper.  I said NO and to stay in best and rest."
 
It was a much happier Maggie who helped Dana fix supper.  They decided that a nice pot roast with plenty of carrots and potatoes would do quite nicely.  Maggie even fixed Fox's favorite desert...a chocolate cake with chocolate
icing.
 
It was during this time that Skinner called, "Agent Scully, I need to see you as soon as possible, and bring the red spray bottle."
 
"I'll be there," she said. She thought as she got up to tell her Mom where she was going, "this is sounding intriguing. I wonder what he wants the red spray bottle for?"

****

"Sir," called Dana, spotting her superior, AD Skinner pacing in front of his office.

Skinner looked up and smiled, saying, "Agent Scully, you're here.  Did you bring the spray?"

Dana pulled the spray out of her purse asking, "Why do you need it, sir?"

"Because Gray lied to us about the location of the base of operation...that's also his family's location. I want his father in custody too.  I thought that a reapplication of the spray would get the answers we need," explained Walter.

"Sir, you can't do that here.  Too many people know he's here and, if something were to happen to him in our care, his case could be thrown out.  What if we move him to a safe house for his 'protection' and have him visited by a nightmare of our choosing," advised Dana.

"That sounds intriguing, Agent Scully, come into my office and let's work out the details," Skinner said, opening the door for Scully to precede him.

****

Maggie pushed open the door to Fox's room to find him attempting to get dressed.  "Just what do you think you are doing, young man," she demanded, rushing to Mulder's side. She thought he was so shaky that he could barely stay on his feet.

"I just want to get dressed, Mom," whined Fox.

Maggie pushed him back on the bed saying, "I don't think so, young man," pulling the sweat pants from his lower body. Before Fox could stop her, she pulled his boxers off as well.

"Mom...no," cried Fox, blushing, as he hurried to get back under the covers before she could see more of his bare bottom than she already had.  While he was under the sheet she deftly pulled his t-shirt off as well leaving him entirely nude under the covers.  "There, that should keep you in bed for now," Maggie said looking at her embarrassed 'son.'

"Now how to keep you in bed?" she pondered out loud as she looked around the room.  Fox could only watch in horror as his 'Mom' proceeded to strip the room of all of the clothes in the dresser and closet.

"But Mom, what if I have to go to the bathroom?" wailed Fox.

Maggie thought for a moment and then said, "I'll bring you a robe in a few minutes and you can use that to cover your nakedness.  I'll be right back, now don't go anywhere until I get back," and left Fox looking glumly after her.

It wasn't until she was out of his hearing that she started to laugh.  "Oh, I will remember that look of shock as he realized that he was bottomless in front of me," and went to get one of Charlie's old robes and her sewing kit.

Fox looked up glumly as the door opened and Maggie came in with a robe.  "Here is your robe, but it is only to be used to go to the bathroom.  If I catch you anywhere else I will be forced to spank your bottom.  Do you understand me, young man?"

"You wouldn't dare...would you, Mom?" asked a blushing Fox.

"Baby, trust me, I'll do anything to keep you safe...even if it means that I would have to spank you.  I love you, son. You need to get your strength back and you can't do that if you are up.  Promise me that you will stay in bed until I deem you have recovered your strength?" Maggie said.

Fox looked into her eyes and saw only love and concern; his voice quavered as he said, "I promise, Mom.  I love you, too."

Maggie kissed him on the top of his head and said, "If you are still hungry; I'll bring you a snack."

Fox nodded and said, "Thanks, Mom.  I think I will try and rest now," and closed his eyes as she left.  As soon as she left the room he sat up and pulled the robe to him and quickly pulled it on.  He tentatively got up and put the robe on, his smile of triumph changed into one of dismay when he saw that it had been shortened to just barely cover his genitals. He felt around and discovered that the robe only covered the upper part of his buttock leaving him bare from mid buttock down and gave a cry of frustration, "Ughhhhhhhhh."

Maggie only smiled as she continued down the stairs.  She knew that he would try the robe on as soon as he could and knew that he wouldn't dare try to go far with his bare bottom partly showing.  "I got you, son," she thought as she went to prepare his snack.

****

Dana didn't make it to her Mom's until mid afternoon and went first to check on her partner.  When she didn't find him in his room she went down to ask her Mom where Mulder was.

"Mom?  Where is Mulder?"

Maggie said, "Look in the study," and returned to getting supper ready.  As Dana looked in she saw Mulder in the sofa/bed, watching television and looking glum.

"Mulder?  What's wrong?"

"Scullleeee, you've got to help me," Mulder cried as he saw his partner.

"What's up, Mulder?  Why are you in the study and not in your room?" She asked curiously.

"Your Mom...she...she...she spanked me and made me rest here, where she could keep a better eye on me," he whined.

"She spanked you?  Why?"  Dana asked.

"I...I was just looking for some sweatpants and..." Mulder started to explain only to be interrupted.

"Tell her what really happened, son, or I might be tempted to spank you again," said Maggie as she heard his explanation.

Fox blushed at the reference to another spanking and refused to answer.

Dana looked at her Mom asking with her eyes, and Maggie replied, "Sit down, Dana, this may take some time.  It all started with my finding your partner trying to put his pants on and failing.  He could hardly stand.  I pushed him on his bed and removed his pants and decided at once that the only way to keep that boy in bed was to remove his boxers as well.  While he was getting back in bed, I yanked his t-shirt off and succeeded in getting him to stay in bed... at least as long as I was in the room with him.  Since I still had to finish getting supper ready I knew he wouldn't stay unless I did something just as drastic."

During the pause in the story Dana asked, "What did you do?"

"I proceeded to empty Charlie's room of all clothing and locking the clothes in my room.  As soon as Fox realized, he was stuck there, he whined about not having anything to cover his body if he had to use the bathroom," Maggie said.

"I didn't whine," cried Fox, "I only requested something to wear when going to the bathroom."

Maggie glared at him and he quieted down at once.  She continued explaining, "As I was saying, he whined about not having anything to wear while going to the bathroom so I brought him one of Charlie's old robes and told him he could use this. "

"Scully, she didn't tell me that she had shortened the robe.  When I tried it on I found that it barely covered me in the front and only half of my butt was covered in the back," Fox cried indignantly.

Dana looked at her Mom and said, "You didn't?" As her Mom nodded, she said, "HAHAHA...I wish I had seen your expression, Mulder, when you discovered that you were half covered."

"Sculllleeeeee...it wasn't funny," cried Fox.

"Mom, Mulder said that you spanked him...why?" asked Dana.

"I spanked him because he disobeyed me.  I told him that if I caught him out of bed and he wasn't in the bathroom, I would spank him...I guess he didn't believe me, since I found him in Bill's room rummaging through his drawers.  He was just in the right position so I sneaked up behind him and spanked his bottom.  You should have seen how fast he got back in bed.  After that I decided that he couldn't be trusted so after he had his afternoon snack I got the sofa bed ready and moved him into it.  With a half bath installed in the study, he wouldn't have to go far and I could keep a better eye on him," Maggie finished her explanation.

"Mom, how did you get him downstairs with him only wearing that short robe?" asked Dana.

"Scully, that's okay...I-I," stuttered Mulder.

"He was given a pair of boxers to wear under the robe and willingly came downstairs with me.  He thought he was being given more freedom.  He was disappointed to learn differently.  When I deposited him on the sofa bed and told him to get under the sheets, he refused until I threatened to spank him.  He reluctantly gave me the robe when asked but flatly refused to hand me his boxers."

"Mommmmm...nooooo," cried Fox.

Maggie didn't pause in her story and continued with, "So I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut them off of him."  Dana watched as Fox's face turned a deep red with embarrassment and she nearly laughed out loud.

Dana looked at her partner and said, "Well, I guess you've learned the hard way that Mom doesn't like to be lied to."

"But Scully, I only wanted to get dressed...I wasn't going anywhere...honest.  I hate to stay in bed," he said pouting.

"You only wanted to get dressed and you weren't going anywhere?  Now why do I have a hard time believing that, Mulder.  You have ditched me so many times that I should give Mom a paddle to use on your bottom for all of the times you told me that you weren't leaving. I only had to turn my back and you'd be gone," Scully said sternly.

"Sculllllleeeeee...don't give her any ideas," pleaded Fox.  "I take it that you aren't going to help me get dressed either?"

"I told him that he needed to stay in bed until I deemed he had regained his strength...he decided that he knew best and tried to get dressed earlier.  That is why he was in bed nude and the robe was just to be used to go back and forth from the bathroom," explained Maggie.  "Dana, when Ifound him he was so weak that he could barely stand."

"Sorry, partner, I agree with Mom.  I guess you only have two choices...stay in bed and rest or see just how red Mom can turn your bottom.  I bet you looked adorable in this robe with your red bottom showing," she teased.

"Sculllllleeeeeee," cried Fox blushing once again.

"Well, lay back, and let me tell you some good news," and set about to fill her partner in what they had learned so far from Gray and what they planned on doing tonight to get the rest of the information.

By the time she had finished Fox said laughingly, "Gray is in worse trouble than I am, hahaha."

"Mulder, you know that Mom only spanked you because she loves you like a son and she wants you to fully recover, don't you?"  Asked Dana.

"I know, Scully, it is just so frustrating to be stuck in bed and not take an active hand in helping you and Skinner take Gray's operation down for good," cried Fox.

"Well, if you are a good boy and mind Mom in everything she says maybe we'll take you with us when we bust the home base...but you've got to promise to behave and regain your strength...okay?"  Dana said helpfully.

"I'll try Scully...I promise," Fox said so solemnly that she almost believed him.  "Now can I get dressed?" He asked hopefully.

"NO!!!" cried both ladies simultaneously.

"Now stay in bed if you know what's good for you," added Maggie.  Turning to Dana she said, "Did he really promise to stay put only to leave as soon as he could?"

"Oh, yes, many times," replied Dana.

Maggie marched over to Fox and said, "If I ever hear that you have ditched Dana again I will spank you and I don't care who knows.  Do you understand, young man?"

"Y-yes-s-s, m-ma-am-m," stuttered Fox, never doubting that she would.
"Well, I've got to go...Mulder, you behave, I would hate to learn that Mom paddled you; and Mom, watch him like at cat...'bye."

"Scullleeeeeeee"

Dana left with Fox's cry of protest ringing in her ears.
 

****

When Dana arrived at AD Skinner's office, she was greeted with a smile.  "Everything is set up for tonight.  He's been moved to the safe house on Berry Street."

"That's good sir, I'll put the drug in Gray's supper...don't worry it won't be found, it dissipates quickly and then at midnight we'll make our move...Operation Itch will get the truth out of him in no time," she said determinedly.

"Where do you plan on treating him, Agent Scully?" Skinner asked curiously.

"I figure that if I treat his privates and anus, he will be talking by noon and soon his family slavery operation will be closed," she replied quickly.

****

"Is he asleep, Agent Scully?" Asked Skinner as they looked into his room.

"Oh, yes, sir...with what I gave him he will be sleeping until I wake him with this other injection, sir," she said as they silently entered the room.

With Skinner's help Gray's pants and boxers were pulled down and Dana liberally dosed his penis and testicles. She then sprayed his anus before motioning for Skinner to pull his boxers and pants back up and repositioning him as they found him.

"Let's give the solution a chance to begin before awakening him...I say in about 10 minutes I'll give him the injection that will counteract the sleeping solution I gave him earlier," Dana said with authority.
 

Dana and Skinner watched as even in his sleep Gray was reacting to the
itch solution as he squirmed in his sleep and began to scratch.

"I think it is time, Agent Scully, for you to administer the injection," Skinner said as he watched the antics get stronger and stronger.

Dana motioned for Skinner to bare Gray's hip and she deftly injected the solution to counteract the sleeping agent.  They were out of his room and watching as he came fully awake with a roar, as the itching got worse.

"Nooooooooooooo...it itches...I-it-t i-itch-he-e-e-e-s-s-s-s," Gray cried as he tried to scratch all over to relieve the itch he had all over.           "S-skinn-ne-e-r-r-r-r...I-I'll t-ta-al-l-k-k-k-k...p-p-l-e-e-a-a-s-s-s-e-e," he cried as Dana and Skinner walked away.

"He'll talk more by dawn," Skinner said as they walked away.  They left him alone until an hour before dawn when they returned to cuff his hands to his bed frame and leaving him to let the itch work its magic before returning for the information they sought to close his family's slave operation once and for all.

Gray readily gave the information they required and Scully sprayed all of his inflicted areas except for one, his anus, until the information could be proven correct.

Dana was forced to sedate him until the information was checked and then readily used the antidote as soon as the information was confirmed.

She pulled out her cell phone and called home, it was around 10, to talk to Mulder.  "Hello, Mom...is Fox awake?  Look, Mom the information Gray gave us checks out and we are ready to strike while they are all together.  I told Fox that he could be a part of this.  Is he strong enough to come along?  He is, good.  I need to talk to him, Mom, and he needs to get dressed...Thanks Mom."

There was a pause as Maggie handed Fox the phone..."Fox, its me, look, we are ready to spring the trap.  Mom is even now getting you clothes and I'll be by to pick you up.  I'll pack you some clothes and then we will be on our way...'bye, partner."

****

"Agents, are you ready?"  Asked AD Skinner, as they overlooked James Gray's dwelling.

They had arrived last night and had been apprised of the situation and had decided that they would hit all of the locations at once.  The time they had picked was 9:30 the next morning.

"Mulder, are you ready?" Asked Agent Scully.

"Yes, I've been waiting for this for a long time, Scully, Sir," replied Mulder eagerly.

"He'll be fine, Sir.  I've got his back," assured Scully.

"It's time," AD Skinner said, as he watched his top agents move out.

Mulder and Scully, in their FBI SWAT gear made their way down the path and up to the front door where Mulder knocked, identifying himself as he did.  "This is Special Agent, Fox Mulder of the FBI...open the door."

It was a moment later that James Gray opened the door to see his son's pet with gun pointed at his front door and tried to terrorize him into letting him go.
 
"Cub...drop that gun and stand back," he barked expecting to be obeyed.

Scully watched as Mulder flinched at so being called but was pleased to see him stand his ground and say, "I am Special Agent, Fox Mulder and I am putting you under arrest," as he approached the man who had abused him so severely during his captivity.

Gray was shocked not to be obeyed and raised his hand and struck with the whip he had in it.  Fox cried out as the whip tore his shirt but turned back and fired. The bullet struck Gray in the hand, forcing him to drop the whip.  He had him in cuffs quickly before Gray could do anything else and entered the house, saying, "I have a warrant to search this location as well," throwing the document on the nearest table.

Scully entered behind and swiftly treated Gray's bleeding hand before joining her partner in searching the home.

Once he saw his agents enter, Skinner called the rest of his team in and followed behind.  Soon the house and shacks behind were searched. Several young men were found and released.  The operation was a success, all of the locations had been hit at the same time and all had been captured.

As Skinner joined his agents, he found Scully treating the welt on her partner's shoulder.  As Scully caught sight of Skinner she said, "Sir, Mulder's journey from capture to recovery is at an end and he is back.  He stood up to Gray and took him out when he was attacked.  Welcome back, partner...I've missed you."

"Thanks Scully, it's good to be back," Mulder said with a grin.
 

The End
 
 

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