Wild Ride r5-Sonja Blue-p2

Three hours earlier...

Brian the Mighty Morphing Alien Bounty Hunter was on the trail of the renegade alien morph. He could still sense the renegade many miles before him. But it was not the renegade that occupied his mind. It was that wanton slut Fox Mulder that was on his mind.

Brian pressed his foot down on the accelerator, not to reach the renegade all the sooner, but to put more distance between himself and that wild minx that he had left unconscious and naked on the forest floor. His lips tightened in a tense and flat line as the image of his last vision of Fox Mulder came to him, the agent's creamy and smooth brown skin in contrast to the bright green of the grass he was lying on.

It is the ultimate taboo among his kind to consort with the human species. What he had done to the agent on the forest floor was a crime he hoped his superiors would never know that he had committed, if they were to find out, they would have him hunted down and exterminated just as he was now hunting down the renegade morph.

He was also confused as to why he desired the human, in all the many decades he had moved among the humans, he had not once felt a desire to consort with the humans in any way. It was a wild craving that was taking over his thoughts and body when he thought of the FBI agent. His people were never subject to craving; it was solely a human weakness. Something was terribly wrong.

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Langley and Byers' eyes burned with lust as they started to move towards a kneeling Fox Mulder, who was gazing up through his eyelashes at them with a hungry gleam in his eyes. The two Lone Gunmen were somewhat in awe of the silk clad man at their feet. Although his pose was submissive, the combination of the brown skin, sleekly muscled long limbs, large hazel eyes and full swollen lips; was dominating the room with his pure sexual presence.

Frohike reached over to Mulder's dark silky hair to run his fingers through the rich thickness. "Don't be shy, boys," said Frohike as he tightened his grip in Mulder's hair and pulled his head back so Mulder was then forced to look directly at Frohike. The little man had not failed to notice that Mulder was deliberately unnerving the other Gunmen with his direct looks. "Behave yourself Pumpkin."

Mulder eyes widened and he felt his entire chest and face flush with heat when Frohike called him Pumpkin. Frohike grinned in delight as Mulder looked up at him pleadingly, "that's right, Pumpkin is what Skinner likes to sometimes call you. It suits you." Chuckles were heard from Langly and Byers. Still keeping a hold of Mulder's head with one hand Frohike brought up his other hand in Mulder's sight. Frohike was holding in his other hand a black silk blindfold.

"No, please Frohike. Don't put a blindfold on me," whispered Mulder. As long as he could see the Lone Gunmen, Mulder felt he had some power over the gunmen. But he knew with the blindfold that he would not be able to see what was coming, so he would have no way to mentally prepare himself for anything that was going to happen. Still grinning, Frohike placed the blindfold securely around Mulder's head, effectively placing Mulder into a world of complete darkness.

Mulder's whole body stilled and he made an effort to silence his own ragged breathing as he tried to get a sense of his environment. Mulder could feel Frohike's fingers in his hair, only this time gently stroking. He could also hear Langly and Byers a few feet in front of him, the faint nervous shuffling of their feet. "Fox is going to be a good boy now, aren't you Pumpkin," Mulder heard Frohike say near his ear. Mulder started to nod, only to tense as he felt Frohike's hands lowering down his back pulling his wrists together behind his back and then wrapping something soft and silky around his wrists.

"Stand up," said Frohike.

Mulder stood up, despite the darkness or even enhanced by the lack of vision, he enjoyed the feel of the silks he was wearing shifting around his body with his movements. Frohike then guided him a few metres across the room until he felt what he thought was the large wooden dining table bumping against the back of his legs. He then felt Frohike's hands pushing him backwards, indicating that he wanted Mulder to lie back on the table.

Once Mulder had his entire body on top of the sturdy oak table, his hands were released and then each arm was stretched above his head to be secured loosely to each corner of the table. "Byers, you take his right ankle. Langley you take the left. Tie them to the table legs, like I've done the wrists. " Mulder heard Frohike say.

After a brief struggle, Langley and Byers managed to secure each ankle to a corner of the table. Mulder on his back and with his legs spread and bent at the knees, could feel a draft at his exposed genitals. He felt hands stroking his legs, up his calves, then his thighs... leaving a trail of gooseflesh. In the darkness Mulder could not tell which Lone Gun man's hands were stroking the soft inner side of his thighs, his abdomen and gently tweaking his nipples. Mulder could now hear a very low toned moan, was surprised to realise it was coming from himself.

It was starting to madden him the way the Lone Gunmen were touching all of his flesh except for the area between the thighs and abdomen. Mulder was now aching and hard, the sensitive head of his penis was hyper aware of the drop of pre-come that was leaking.

CRASH!!!! BANG! BANG! SHATTER!!! BANG! The silken ties dug into the flesh of his wrists and ankles as his body jumped upward in shock. His hands tried to clutch frantically at the table as the table under him seemed to roll upwards then down, as if at sea. He could still hear the tinkling of broken glass. "Frohike! What's happening! Take the blindfold off!" shouted a panicked Mulder. Only to hear the frightened screams of all three Lone Gunmen. "Langley? Byers? What's happening, what's happening," continued Mulder. It seemed the Lone Gunmen were now moving away from him as their own panicking voices drifted away.

"Guys... where are you going? Don't leave me here, please don't leave me here." Mulder could still feel the table shifting under him and he could also hear a groaning and creaking between the crashing and banging sounds, that he could only assume was the house.

Then suddenly... Silence. Stillness. Darkness.

Mulder was alone in complete darkness. He knew the Lone Gunmen were nowhere near. He became aware of his own quick breaths, the only sound. He strained to hear something, anything else, but he could not hear a thing. Mulder started to move his body around, trying to figure out how to release himself from the bonds. The effort was futile, he was securely tied to the table, and the table was way too heavy for him to move it. After about a full minute of listening to himself breath, Mulder was once again thrust into terror as a sudden bright light penetrated the blindfold.


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