R4-Jo-p2

Private Island in the Caribbean
November 17, 1999
12:45 PM

Cain watched with amusement as his slave came for the first of many times. Fox's body jerked as he shot his release down the tubing where it collected into a clear glass receptacle.

"Ugh!" Mulder slumped in the frame, his body slack, but his cock still rock hard as the vibrator and suction device continued to assault his senses. It felt like a thousand pins and needles racing up his spine and down to his toes as the vibrator stroked his prostate and the rolls of rubber moved up and down his cock, sucking the energy from him. Mulder tried to focus his mind elsewhere, on the stabbing pain in his shoulders from being bound taut to the X frame. His feet were spread wide and barely touched the ground. It didn't help as his body betrayed him quickly for a second time as another orgasm was ripped out of him.

Rogers stepped up beside Cain and the two men watched the lovely Fox twist and writhe in his bonds. "He's everything I promised he'd be, isn't he, sir?"

"More, Rogers, he's much more." Cain gently caressed Mulder's side feeling the trembles racking the slender frame beneath his fingertips. "I want all the lights on to their brightest setting and turn up the heat."

"Yes, sir." Rogers knew this method well. Cain would not allow the slave any sleep in an effort to break down his resistance. Over the next weeks Fox would not be allowed to feed himself, bathe himself, or even relieve himself. Cain would do everything for him until Fox no longer had a will of his own, and depended entirely on Cain. In the past Cain would allow Rogers to assist with the breaking in of a new slave, but he had a feeling that Cain wanted to keep the lovely Fox's training entirely in his own hands.

He flipped on the floodlights and the room was a washed in a harsh white light. Fox's sweat-slicked skin glistened under their bright beams.

Mulder shut his eyes trying to block out the harsh light, but he could still see the white glare through his closed eyelids. The crack of the whip across his back forced him to reopen them.

"Keep your eyes open, my pet. When I'm in your presence, you are to focus those beauties on me and me alone. Is that understood?" Cain asked.

Mulder glowered at him. He was caught between pleasure and pain, and right now, he preferred the pain. He was grateful when the whip stroked across his back again. It briefly took his mind off his pending orgasm.

Cain held up his hand stopping Rogers from administering another lesson. "I know exactly what you are trying to do, pretty Fox. But the pain won't help squelch your sexual feelings for long. In time, you'll learn that pain will only enhance the experience." Cain glanced at his watch. "It is way past my lunchtime. I will leave you to enjoy yourself, my sweet. Rogers, keep an eye on him, but no touching." He leaned in to kiss Mulder's lips, but the agent turned his face. Cain pinched his nipple and roughly grabbed Mulder's stubbled chin, devouring the agent's mouth in a bruising kiss; he pulled back before Mulder could bite him.

"Fuck off, asshole," Mulder growled. His words were met with a stinging lash across his lower back.

"Fox, I will attend to your grooming this afternoon," Cain said, smiling softly he turned and headed out of the room.

Mulder's mind cried out for Alex. He didn't want to go on living if Alex was dead, he'd find a way to kill himself. If Alex were still alive, then he would endure anything, if it meant that he might see his precious lover again. Mulder wished he knew what happened to him. "ALEX!" he cried as his body was brought to another orgasm.

***

Hamilton, Bermuda
November 17, 1999
9:00 p.m.

The plane trip and the taxicab ride had been extremely uncomfortable. Skinner glanced over at Dana Scully who was glaring out into the darkness. The taxi passed under a streetlight, which illuminated the soft edges of her angry face. The way she was frowning made her look older, Skinner thought she'd could pass for nineteen.

"Agent Scully, I don't like this any better than you do, but we need his help."

"With all due respect, sir, who's to say that rat-bastard didn't kill Mulder and dump his body into the ocean?"

"We've gone over this already, Scully. Why would Krycek contact me if he killed Mulder?"

"He was arrested and needs your help to get his sorry ass out of jail. You watch, the moment our backs are turn he'll slink off like the rat he is."

"That doesn't make sense. Krycek is a professional assassin, he said the police discovered him covered in Agent Mulder's blood. If Krycek had killed him, he'd never have been that sloppy." Skinner looked out the window of the taxi as it came to a stop in front of the police station. It was larger than he thought it would be, he leaned over the seat and paid the driver. "Scully, something else happened to Mulder, and Krycek is our only hope in finding him," he said, climbing out of the cab.

Scully climbed out and slammed the car door angrily. "I can't believe you'd be so stupid as to trust that lying bastard! I want him handcuffed and one of us watching him at all times!" she snarled.

"Agent Scully, I'll remind you that I am still your boss! I expect you to *respect* my position and *obey* my orders! One more outburst like that and I'll send you packing back to the States!" Skinner barked. He had just about enough of her snippy attitude. She reminded him of his niece Katie when she was going through puberty, and him and Sharon had taken her in for the summer after her parents just about threw her out of the house. That had been the longest three months of their marriage; Katie was an absolute pain in the ass. He was not about to put up with the same behavior from one of his own agents. Puberty, God forbid, Skinner shuddered. At least she wasn't armed, he thought.

Scully clamped her mouth shut. Even she couldn't believe she had just called her boss stupid. What was wrong with her? She had been feeling overly emotional lately. Like her hormones were all screwed up... Oh shit, she couldn't be, not again. Skinner held the door open for her and she walked inside the station house.

Skinner walked up to the front desk. He had called and talked to Hamilton's chief of police before leaving Washington. He explained the situation and requested that Krycek be released into his custody. The chief refused, but after several well-placed threats on Skinner's part, the chief reluctantly agreed. On the condition, that Krycek would be under the supervision of one of his police officers. They were supposed to ask for an Officer Stark. Skinner remembered the name. Officer Stark was the one who had called him five days ago, believing that Mulder might be a runaway. "We're here to see an Officer Stark," he informed the desk sergeant.

The desk sergeant picked up the telephone and punched in an extension. "Hey, Stark, that American FBI man you've been waiting for is here with his little girl." The sergeant hung up the phone and looked at Skinner, ignoring Scully who he assumed was the man's daughter. "He'll be right down."

Scully glowered at the man. If she had her gun she'd shoot him. She turned toward the stairs at the sound of heavy footfalls. Her eyes widened in appreciation as a muscular, handsome man stepped into view.

"A.D. Skinner, I'm Officer Jack Stark. If I may be so blunt, I think you're making a big mistake trusting Mr. Krycek. The man was clearly abusive to Mr. Mulder, and he is our only suspect in Mr. Mulder's disappearance," Stark said, shaking Skinner's hand and noticing Scully for the first time. "Sir, shouldn't you have left your daughter at the hotel?"

"Dammit! I'm not his daughter! I'm a FBI agent and Fox Mulder's partner! Now get that rat-bastard up here so I can find out what he did to my partner!"

"Agent Scully, enough!" Skinner was wondering if he made a mistake bringing her with him. The age regression seemed to have affected her personality; he only hoped that her sharp mind and analytical skills were still intact.

Stark was staring at Scully as if she had sprouted a second head. He turned to Skinner. "At what age do you recruit agents into the FBI, sir?"

Skinner felt a headache coming on. If he weren't so worried about Mulder, this whole thing would be funny. "Officer Stark, can we go someplace where we can discuss this in private?" Skinner realized that they'd be dealing with this man closely on the case, and he felt Stark needed to know all about his agents' age regression and Alex Krycek.

"There's an interrogation room down the hall that's free, we can talk there," Stark said.

They followed Stark down the hallway to the room. Skinner didn't buy Stark's claim that Krycek had been abusing Mulder. He couldn't see Mulder tolerating any abuse. He took a seat at the small, scarred wooden table.

Scully remained standing. She had to get a grip on her temper before Skinner ordered her off this investigation. This was the most frustrating experience of her life. Scully didn't want to show any weakness before Skinner and her heart was breaking thinking that Mulder might be dead. If he were she'd personally collect a well over due pound of flesh from Krycek.

When Stark was seated, Skinner began. "Officer Stark, there is something you need to know about Agents Scully and Mulder. They investigate cases dealing with unexplained phenomenon. Recently during one of their cases, they encountered something that caused them to be regressed in age by over a decade. They may not look it, but in actuality Agents Scully and Mulder are in their thirties."

Stark looked between Scully and Skinner. "Okay, who put you up to this? Was it Marcus? I knew that bastard would get me back eventually for the April fools day gag I played on him."

Skinner looked at him sternly. "Officer, I'm not joking. There is nothing remotely funny about this situation."

"Ah ha, can I see your badges?"

Skinner and Scully pulled their badges out and flipped them open. Stark leaned in, studying them closely. "Hey, you're going to turn into a fine looking woman someday, Agent Scully," he finally said.

"Then you believe us?" Scully asked.

"No. But I would like to find out what happened to Mr. Mulder, he seemed like a nice young man. If you could help me get Mr. Krycek to admit what he did to him or at least where he dumped the body, then that would suit me fine."

Scully was warming up to Stark, he wasn't fooled by Krycek's good looks. "You said that Krycek was abusive to Mulder. What did you mean by that?"

"I interrupted him while he beating Mr. Mulder on the beach the first time I met them. I could tell that Mr. Krycek was bad news from the moment I laid eyes on him. I tried to intervene, but Mr. Mulder denied that Mr. Krycek was hitting him. It's common in abuse cases for the victim to protect their abuser. It's sad, Mr. Mulder was a nice looking man. I only wished I could have done more to help him," Stark said.

Scully sighed. She wanted to kill Krycek. Poor Mulder, to be so desperate for Krycek's love that he'd tolerate himself being victimized. Scully figured it must have started after their age regression...she couldn't picture the old Mulder tolerating any abuse.

"I don't believe that Mulder would have allowed Krycek to beat him," Skinner said. Whether Krycek would actually try to abuse Mulder he didn't know, but he wouldn't put anything passed the man.

"Sir, Officer Stark said he witnessed Krycek beating Mulder. I think I'll take his word for it. Mulder isn't here to tell us otherwise, and I'm not about to believe Krycek," Scully said. "Let's face facts, sir, Krycek lost control and killed Mulder. He panicked and dumped his body then was overcome with grief and blanked out the incident. Maybe he really believes he's innocent."

Skinner rubbed his temple, he wished Scully didn't make sense. He wanted to believe Krycek was innocent. He wanted to believe that Mulder might still alive. "I would like to hear what Krycek has to say on the matter, before we condemn him outright."

"I'll have him brought up, A.D. Skinner," Stark said, heading out of the room.

*** Cerulean your turn.