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ģȴֻڴ˵֮УԵܵһĿǲһźġ˵֪ΪƷԼԸҹУҵȿͲûиأ˽ͬѱԹûгĵĻֵõڵĴSMŵĹⷺĵֶǵĵز
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SEX TYPE THING
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ʵϱѾ㹻˵һУSex Type Thingѡ
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ǶڸھϵĿƺȨDSǶڴ׷еBDSMԶ䲻ɷָһ֡ļȻSMѡΪд⣬ԣûġʼչᴩеƷ
ǣԶĵƷԣҲʹֻһأһֹߣ⡣
ΪġSex Type Thingˡ
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ܰݰŵ֮ãûбһƪͷβ˵̵ĶȫߵʵƷǺSATAN֯ĳͻʵҲǼɺԸȫԭº֮ĳͻĻ˵׷ƬеBDSMɺ׷߲ϾƵDS֮ۡSMӦ߶Զֵ̽⣺SMΪʲôǹڿУǹԣǹȨͿƣǹڷǹǿȺ˳ӣǹڹͬ̽һֹϵǷбҪ24/7ȨתƵļֻ׷еһֶΣ
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ǱҪʲôʽֵĻôô˵ˣͬDOMڴеǲԲͬ۵ĻôSUBΪչֲͬڼȨľˡDOM棬BDSMȫٽᣨҲǣĻ᳤vs. SATANˮҰͶֵָγɣ˵ǵķ磬ҪǶԴūķʽϡ˵ǶԼūSMֹϵĶϡ
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ģĶҲձ鳣ĵ̡ǹӡĿ
ȸʹ࣬Ȼοʹη壬οϲãЩΪԵĿСȻᷴΪڴʱ˵أǸе־ͲȫУ֮ǰΪȻｫΪգǶµĹ򲢲ȷ֪ʦҪģԿΪܲʹΪͨһʼʱǲᱻСʦ岢Լǻᷢǵһǿġ޷ֿľĴڡǷ˵־޷ܾʱ˻¶𽥳־Եǽ̶ֳܵȵʱҵʶѾʼͶʱԽã̶ԽףԽĿҵҴڵһΣҲͨԼ壬ͨɣԼǸǿСʹһгΪܵģеĹ¶С˵ܺԣԣʹǳΪʦ뷨ǳΪū
ձūɵķԶĵƿ˵ʶͨԿлͷǿūԡ
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ǺSATAN˫ͬġͬ˵뵽Űʱͻ뵽жԼ𡣿ǣʵŰҲֵжԼΪҪǿǣ۶ŰͬĻȥݻٶԷŰȴҪͳζԷԷһǷʧȥʹС
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ôǺSATAN𾿾ĳַˮ˵ȷȷģ
ЩżȻSM磬һеϷЩճ޷ᵽȨ--塢ΪʶĿ--ǺЩȻĲͬ˵ֻڽɫߣǾƷʵϷģµĶ󡣡
DOMȫľ͡ڣȷǵͬࡣ
ںSATANķ絽ײںδ
𰸾ͬҰǰBDSMȫٽ᳤۸ʱ˵Ǿ仰棺ЩԶᶮãȨӵȨȴȥʹ--һĹʹá
Ȼǻعͷԣ˵ǡSex Type ThingȥһɫǹϵģʷǰߵǿSUBҲֻһˡȻˮԲԵĵʧܸգĽҲǱ۵ȷԣûǺȱݵģû˵ȫͻƵģֻҪҵʵͻƵͿˡ
ֻҪˣ㡣ԣǵһϸĸ붥ڶߣڽǲԹԵĴͰ봩Ķ䣬ֱ͸ӵʱ򣬻˵൱ֱܵϮʱһӦǺءҪºݣҪһ̨ػֻĲԣ˶ٷ˼ֶζûб̳ɹĲԣôǿľҲǱˡ
ɵǰѲԺŵһȽϷʱȴᷢһ˾ȵʵΪʲôȻͬɱȫͬĵ̷ʽȴԺͬһ͵ġӵʶSUB룬Լ˼⣬˵Լɱ֮Ĵ𰸡
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Sex Type Thing᳤ƪ۵SMͣڱ׼࣬Everybody says I love you͡Ҿ뿪ҡģһֽȻͬSMϵ
Everybody says I love you
˵Sex Type ThingĵĴ͵֮SM֮ǣ˽ģǡEverybody says I love you
ҲΪ̫ϲԵʣԡSex Type ThingܳƵ٩٩̸ңȴ֪ԡEverybody says I love you˵ʲôĺá˵ĵĺıʰɣ⼸ǿ϶ģδڵмдñȰEverybody says I love youеĵһ˳ŮǡʵŮǡһдʱдܹһڽڵļԼ壬˵Լ߽ԡҡһ֣ټ֮ǰεġһڽڡ˵ˡ
̸ʲôأ̻ġ𼧡ֻһͬС˵һ˵Everybody says I love youֻƪSMģδЩͬһλ˵а˳ɵİգڵĵȦܳڶƪSex Type ThingȼSMģҲеڶƪEverybody says I love you
ԴҲȷ˭֪أϾڴųֵڶĵģ˵ܳһĳΪĳĳڶߵĻǾ͸ˡ
ԭΪ̫ϲĶ޷۰ɣֻߣԡEverybody says I love youΪ˲ֵĽ
Everybody says I love you˶˵Ұ㡣ֱܾԺ֪һҲ֣۵дʦϰĬ̵ıʵһ½ĵĹ¡һ̫磬˶׷µİ飬̫ױİ⣬̫ḡԣ̫ѡıѡ˶˵Ұ㣬˭İ㣿
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ѡEverybody says I love youзƺͿĹϵ͡Ҿ뿪ҡ޺˵ķһǼʮȤ顣֮ǰ˵Everybody says I love you͡Ҿ뿪ҡзΣͬSex type thingǡ෴ǰƷУDOMSUBĹϵԴڹУƶDOMƿءDOMSUB
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ǡEverybody says I love youУͬΪSUBDOM޵Щ΢ĲͬģǲӦΪԳ˱ŰݣͷĵϷ̬ʵǸΣյۣô֮򵥵ذԼ֮ͬĹϵǳ֮Ϸ
Everybody says I love you͡Ҿ뿪ҡзΣҲǵ̵һʽBDSMϵʵȨSUBеĵ̡˭뵽ӵȨDOMⳡϵȴһأͬڡҾ뿪ҡ˶ˣ߳ʹͷԴ˭֪Ǳ޷߶ˣ
һʼǾͶ˰ȫʡ
˴ɬ˵šҰ㡱ʱķʽ޵ʲô
To sex, or not
ȻԽܡSex type thingΪʼģһعͷԡԡΪɡ
To sex, or notһѡ񣬵ҵһġĶ˵ǰѡƪɵĻSex type thingһЩͷͬһ͡˳ƵдΧȷ̽Ķ߷չΪSex type thing۵SM⣬To sex, or notѡרźȷԵʣɣܵȻԣȺѳSex type thing
ǵģ˵To sex, or notǸûƽһյӡ
֧šTo sex, or notĹǼǽȻͬһˡƪĻ⼯DSĵϡĵDSУҲֵעĴʣһǡơһǡؽ
ڼȥ֮ǰȷSMBDSMDSɡ
ҵķУSMBDSMDSܳơBDSMDS𣬼˵ĿĵĲͬBDSMָ׷еSMΪDSӵǾϵĿơDSвһڡֻĹߣĿġ
عͷĶDS̵ĿĻ˵DSĵ̾Ǵһ˵ľԼҪķʽؽĹ̡ˡơ͡ؽ衣ǰ桶Sex type thingἰģDSġơķ
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Sex type thingﶫ˵ҪǴƲԵľ񣬶ǽ顣ôҪ˸ʵ飬ַΪ˵ľȫ󣬲ûؽǲһַͨؽľ񣬶ǽɲƵ״̬Ļʲôô˸ԭ
ĵĴ𰸣Զ޷֪ˣȻˣεطߵ̽ɡտʼѾߣ˾Ϳ֧ߵܸһЩͬʾ
ūҲǶԼ־Ŀ--
ΪһСģܷ²񡣡
Love of Pain
Love of Pain,д⣬ˣѡΪ˴εı⡣
һֱддĵĶΪԼͶЩ飬ΪЩѾŵĹȥΪЩ޷ټˡǲ֪ȥдһֱûжʡץס黳ĻдˣܱôԼǶƪһ㶼ġɻԼĲޣõĶдˣΪ˸ԼһҲͻǰƪ˳
ƪҷ̫ıīSMϣ˺кܶҪĶ˵ĵɿԡʹƷΪġEverybody says I love youҶ÷ϵƷָŴϵķƶ˵Ƿ˹㲻Դ㣬İͺôʱ򣬻ǿһ³󣬲ŷԼԭϢѾáĵϲEverybody says I love you࣬ɻΪԼûĶҲԸдϣΪԼʲôʧ˱ʲôĵĴӡ
гȥSMࡣǲеˣֻϣԼש֮ԼĿҲʹﵽˡ
ϣйģйƪĲò˵һЩ
˵ǰת˲ŵģڶ̶̲ʱдƷУƪδᣬƪϼƪ⣬Ʒսδ꣩ĳվΪµHĶƪ⡷˵гƪԵߵü⡷¶ƺδɾIDģͬԵߵ֮
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B&D"bondage & dominance"ͳΣ"bondage & discipline"ͳͷдS&M" sadomasochism ""sadism & masochism"ʩŰߺŰߣд,D&S"dominance & submission"ͳκ˳ӣд
DOMDominator
SUBSubmissive
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24/7
BY XANTHE
"A truth, still apparent, though disregarded, that
things move violently to their place, but calmly in
their place. To put it another way, everything has
its right home, the region that suits it, and, unless
forcibly restrained, will move thither by a kind of
homing instinct."
J. Winterson
"Art and Lies"
Part One: The Contract
Mulder sat at the dark, oak table, his casual, relaxed posture belying his sensation of nervous anticipation. He wanted to appear calm, collected, in control of himself - in other words, an attractive proposition, not a wimpy basket-case.
The room was tastefully furnished - just a table, and 6 chairs. No easy chairs, just the dining variety. There were some prints on the wall - nothing erotic - all so very sophisticated, and impeccably stylish. It was what he'd come to expect. He straightened in his chair, and flicked at his tie. An enormous mirror obscured the whole of one wall. He wasn't stupid - he knew that he was being spied on through it. Spied on, evaluated, judged. Mulder couldn't help himself - he began to fidget. This was a big moment - he really didn't want to fuck it up.
Six years. Six years he'd been playing this game, and he was good at it. Damn good. They wouldn't find anyone better. He wouldn't find anyone better. If He was looking for the best sub in DC to play with, He need look no further. Mulder was here, and Mulder was that sub. No false pride - he was good, and he knew it.
"Mr. Mulder." The voice rang out - sounding tinny over the microphone. Deep, dark, chillingly sensual. Mulder swallowed, and tried not to appear gauche by looking startled. He was a player, and a good one. He had every right to be here, in one of the most exclusive private clubs in DC, attending a meeting set up for him by the best players in the city. A meeting where he finally got a chance to present his case to Him.
"You've gone to a great deal of trouble to track me down, Mr. Mulder. I'd like to know why." The voice was smooth, but the inquiry hid a hint of steel behind the polite faade.
"Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir," he said, his tone carefully respectful.
There was a pause.
"Mr. Mulder, you've been pursuing me for over a year. In the end, it just seemed easier to see you in person than to keep evading you."
"You've been evading me? Why, sir?" Mulder frowned.
"Etiquette, Mr. Mulder. I've been aware of your presence on the scene - who could fail to be? You've played with every top in the city."
"There haven't been any complaints, have there?" Mulder asked, his voice holding a hint of challenge.
"No. None. Except for the short-lived nature of your devotionyou have a tendency to consume your tops, and then move onto the next, Mr. Mulder." The voice sounded almost amused.
"I didn't find any of theminteresting enough to stay with." Mulder shrugged.
"And what makes you think that I'll live up to your exacting standards?" The voice snapped.
Mulder hesitated. This wasn't going the way he'd planned.
"I don't have exacting standardsI just" He hesitated. How could he explain it? He'd been playing in this city for years, progressing from eager-eyed newbie, to experienced old hand, and the thrill was so transitory. "I need more," he whispered. "After each session I get the high, but it's becoming harder to reach, harder to sustain. I'm well trained - you'll find me exciting to play with."
"The excitement isn't in question. The training is," the voice answered dryly. Mulder stared directly into the mirror, wishing he could see the man behind it. "Explain to me why I should bother with you?"
"You're legendary. Everyone knows of your existence, but hardly anyone knows who you are. You're the best player there is"
"And you think that you deserve only the best?" The voice challenged.
"Yes. No! I just meantthat I need something." Mulder's voice faded. He couldn't begin to put his needs into words, to explain the vast, gaping chasm he needed to fill.
"You speak a lot about yourself, and your needs," the voice mused.
"I'd address myself to you and your needs if you took me on," Mulder said hastily. "I'm a player, sir. I know how to please. If you accept me as your sub, sir, I'd do my best to please you, and I'd make you happy. Very happy." He glanced into the mirror with just a slight inclination of his head - a challenge, a promise, a hint of what could follow if this man would just say "yes." He didn't.
"No, Mr. Mulder. You'd do your best to please yourself, and insofar as that pleased me, I'm sure I'd be very satisfied. Beyond that, I'd be left, as you clearly are, with a feeling of emptiness. Your offer isunacceptable."
Mulder sat down, feeling as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Please, sirgive me a chance," he whispered.
"No." The voice was surprisingly kind. "You shouldn't have come here, Mr. Mulder. If I'd been interested in you, I'd have selected you myself, and you could have spared yourself thishumiliation."
"Oh, haven't you heard? I'm a masochist. I thrive on humiliation," Mulder spat bitterly. There was a sound of a dry laugh from the microphone.
"Masochism," the voice said. "Would you like the dictionary definition?" There was a pause - Mulder assumed it was a rhetorical question. "Masochism. Noun. 1. Psychiatry, an abnormal condition in which pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, is derived from pain or from humiliation, domination etc, by another person."
Mulder closed his eyes, and saw himself hanging from a set of manacles, his body criss-crossed with the lines of his last master's whip. He re-lived the pain, the humiliation, the sheer breath-taking pleasure of both, and his cock responded by hardening almost immediately.
"Does that describe you, Mr. Mulder? Do you view yourself as abnormal?" The voice asked, in an almost gentle tone.
"No." Mulder snapped abruptly. "I know what I am, and I've come to terms with that."
"Really? Shall I continue? 2. Psychoanalysis. The directing towards oneself of any destructive tendencies." Like coming here today, perhaps?" the voice commented, in a dry tone. "Is that what you do in your everyday life, Mr. Mulder? Do you court death and pain? Do you embrace your own suffering all too readily?"
Mulder opened his mouth, and saw himself in a hundred different scenarios - jumping from trains, escaping bomb blasts, chasing after his lost sister - finding her - being rejected by her. He closed his mouth, and nodded, burying his face in his hands.
"3. A tendency to take pleasure from one's own suffering - which, I think, is what you're doing right now," the voice laughed. "Mr. Mulder, let's start again from the beginning. Tell me your experiences, honestly. Tell me what led you from your first sado-masochistic experience to my door, and then I'll tell you whether I'm prepared to change my mind."
Mulder sat up, his whole body shaking. He felt known - he felt as if this man knew and understood him, and it scared him. It reminded him of
"Phoebe," he whispered. "An old girlfriend - I met her when I was 18. She used to tie me upand she was cruel to me. I found itarousing."
"Good. Continue," the voice ordered.
"She did some great head fucks. She'd flirt with other guys to make me jealous - sometimes she liked watching me fight them, physically. I always wonexcept once." He broke off, stared into space.
"What happened?"
"She went off with the other guy. Spent the night with him - slept with him." Mulder clenched his fists. "The message went home loud and clear. I had to be the best, the strongest, to keep her. She was the prize, the top, and I was nothing. I existed just to serve her."
"Did you find that arousing?"
Mulder sighed. "Yeah. Oh god, yeah. I hated it though. I couldn't handle the insecurity. We broke up. I had some regular girlfriends for a while, and then I started working in DC. II couldn't forget Phoebe, so I found the BDSM scene. I only played with women at firstand then one day, the woman I was with gave me to this guy - made me suck his dick. It was supposed to be the ultimate humiliationbut I found myself enjoying it. Men are harder, strongerthe domination is so much moretotal. I need to give myself up to that. I'm a strong person. I need to be owned by someone stronger," Mulder whispered. "After that, I sought out men. I've never viewed myself as homosexual, but I like being dominated by men."
"I see." The voice was thoughtful.
"I feelout of control," Mulder continued. "That's what the appeal of this is to me. I can't control myself, or my life. There are things that have happened to me that arewell let's just say that I've diced with death for the sheer thrill of it on more than one occasion. I haven't decided whether I want to live. Every day I wake up wondering whether today's the day I'll die. It's an ongoing decision. I haven't chosen life. It's just what's happened. By default. Death might come the same way. With sexwith BDSM sex, someone else takes that decision away from me. They control meand for a few hours I have some respite from that decision. I can't make it. I'm not free to. I belong to them." Mulder stood up, and glanced at the mirror, bitterly. "Well thanks for seeing me. Even if the favor wasn't returned," he said, "and for making me spill my guts. I hope it amused you."
"It wasfascinating," the voice intoned. "You interest me enough to make me reconsider."
Mulder stopped on his way to the door, and stiffened, then turned back, his heart beating too quickly inside his chest. "You'll have me? You'll take me as your sub?" He asked.
"No," the voice said in a low, quiet tone. Mulder's whole body slumped. "I wouldn't consider taking you as a sub, Mr. Mulder. That wouldn't suit me, and it's hardly worked for you so far - as is evident. I will consider taking you as my slave though."
"What?" Mulder strode over to the mirror.
"You know what I mean, Mr. Mulder. You've been on the scene for several years," the voice chided softly. "I don't want to have you as a twice a week fuck. That wouldn't interest me, and it won't do you any good either. If you sincerely wish to play with me, then it would have to be a morepermanent arrangement - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."
"What about my work?" Mulder asked incredulously.
"I don't have a problem with you continuing to work - as long as you keep me briefed on everything you do. You would live with me though - I have special slave quarters - and you'd have a pager. I expect you to be available to me whenever I wish to make use of you - and in whatever way I wish to make use of you, from presenting your ass for a whipping, to fetching the groceries."
"That might interfere with my job," Mulder murmured, wishing that his cock wasn't rock hard inside his pants.
"You would have to ensure it didn't." The voice sounded unconcerned. "I prefer my slaves to have something interesting to talk about at the end of the day. I require my slave to be presentable, well groomed, polite, intelligent, educated, charming, and amusing. It's not an easy lifestyle, Mr. Mulder. There's no question of my slave sitting back and waiting for me to do all the hard work. I expect to be kept entertained, sexually satisfied, and generally looked after. You'll be my valet, chef and housekeeper - all on an unpaid basis - in addition to keeping my bed warmed."
"Sounds like a tough job," Mulder commented.
There was a dry laugh. "It has its compensations. You should think carefully about it before submitting yourself to any such agreement though. Sit down at the table, Mr. Mulder. I'll have my terms brought in, and then you can decide whether or not they're acceptable to you."
Mulder did as he was told, wordlessly, his mouth dry. He was stunned by this turn of events. He thought he had known, when he first came here, what he was letting himself in for. He would charm this top top, this super-dom, and then he'd get what he needed, when he needed it - on his terms. Not anybody else's. He didn't like the way this was going at alland yetand yet his body was quivering with arousal at the thought of being so comprehensively owned. It was the kind of relationship he'd had with Phoebe, only without either of them ever specifying as much.
The door opened, and a servant walked in. He was holding a piece of paper, which he placed in front of Mulder. Then he brought over a silver pen and an inkstand, together with a blotter, and placed them by Mulder's right hand. He left the room without speaking.
Mulder looked down on the neatly typed parchment, and read:
Slave Contract.
1.The slave agrees to obey and submit completely to his Master in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of his Master.
2.The slave also agrees that, once entered into the Slavery Contract, his body belongs to his Master, to be used as seen fit.
3.All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to his Master, including all assets, finances, and material goods, to do with as He sees fit.
4.The slave agrees to please his Master to the best of his ability, in that he now exists solely for the pleasure of his Master.
5.The slave understands that all that he has, and all that he does, shall now move from right to privilege, granted only as He wishes, and only to the extent that He finds useful.
I have read and fully understand this Slavery Contract in its entirety. I agree to give everything I own to my Master, and further accept His claim of ownership over my physical body, heart, soul, and mind. I understand that I will be commanded and trained and punished as a slave, and I promise to be true and to fulfil the pleasures and desires of my Master, and serve Him to the best of my abilities. I understand that I cannot withdraw from this Slavery Contract.
Signed:
"Absolutely not." Mulder put down the pen, got up, and walked furiously over to the mirror. "You must be insane. I don't even know you - I haven't even met you. This is ridiculous."
"Fair enough," the voice said smoothly. "It's been interesting meeting you, Mr. Mulder. Please close the door on your way out."
"Fuck you." Mulder kicked the wall angrily. "My possessions? My heart, my soul?" he floundered breathlessly.
"I suspect that neither your heart, nor your soul, are areas that disturb you very much, Mr. Mulder. The part that caused you anxiety was, I suspect, your 'mind'."
"It doesn't matter. You can't really own another person. It's crazy." Mulder thumped his head against the mirror, and stood there for a moment in anguish, leaning his head and forearms on that brightly polished surface. He needed this. He really needed this. Only he, and, he suspected, the man behind the mirror, knew just how much that contract turned him on. It was the ultimate thrill - to live in a state of constant submission. He knew his own nature all too well - he only ever feigned his submission during sex play, in order to get off on it. He wouldn't be able to do that under the conditions laid out in the contract. This was the Real Thing. It scared him. It excited him. A claustrophobic part of himself was already chafing under the idea of the restriction, even as his cock throbbed in anticipation of such ownership. Mulder looked up, into his own eyes, into the eyes of the man behind the mirror.
"What about you?" He whispered at last, hardly believing that he was seriously continuing this conversation. "I see a lot in this contract about my obligations - what about yours?" He waved his arm at the piece of paper.
"Good question." The voice sounded as if it were smiling.
The door opened, and the servant came back in. He laid another sheet of paper on the table, and stepped quietly away again. Mulder returned to the table cautiously, curiously, hating himself for being so interested in this whole process. He had no intention of signing. He couldn't. And yet
Master Contract.
1.I accept this slave into my loving care and protection as his Master.
2.I will provide the physical and emotional necessities of life for my slave, and he will know my love as I choose for him to know it.
3.I will use my slave's body as I wish, such usage to be limited only by my responsibility not to damage either his physical or mental being.
4.I shall establish a clearly understood set of rules for my slave, and I shall enforce them in a firm but responsible manner. These rules will be for his protection as well as his discipline, and will - to the best of my ability - foresee every eventuality and control the most minute aspect of his behavior.
5.Within the self-imposed limitations above, I undertake to train and discipline my slave in a manner calculated to guide him toward a perfection of obedient submission that I know he can never achieve. In doing so, it will be my goal to reward his efforts by dispensing the punishment he requires and deserves.
6.I shall endeavor to provide for my slave's necessities of life, even in the event that I should die or otherwise be rendered incapable of caring for him.
I have read and fully understand this Master Contract in its entirety. I agree to accept this slave as my property, body and possessions, and to care for him to the best of my ability. I shall provide for his security and well-being and command him, train him, and punish him as a slave. I understand the responsibility implicit in this arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to the slave as long as he is mine. I further understand that I can withdraw from this Contract at any time.
Signed:
Mulder closed his eyes and leaned his head back, then opened them, and gazed at the plain, white ceiling, but he found no answers there. This Contract spoke to some need, deep inside him. The Master's contract spoke of caring, of punishing of protecting him. The use of the word security echoed in his mind. He didn't feel secure, or loved, or cared for. He felt adrift. He wanted peace - would this contract give him that?
"I see you get to end the contract whenever you like, but I don't," he commented bitterly.
"There will be times you might be tempted to act in haste - and repent at leisure," the voice replied.
"That's a saying usually used about marriage, not slave contracts," Mulder murmured ironically.
More dry laughter. "If you're wondering whether there's a difference, trust me, there is. A significant one. However" The voice was thoughtful. "I have no wish to keep an unwilling slave. If you wished to break our Contract, I'd listen to your arguments and treat them seriously - although I'd probably refuse your request. I have no legally binding hold over you - the laws of this land would uphold your freedom, except in regard to your property of course, which would be signed over to me. I might return it to you at my own discretion, if I terminated our contract. It is doubtful that I would do so if you chose to leave. In addition - if you decide to leave without my permission, then I wouldn't accept you back. I also suspect that you'd have to find a new playground. Nobody in this city would play with another man's property without his permission - and it's unlikely that I'd give such permission."
"Dammit this is absurd! Surely you can see that!" Mulder pounded his fist on the table. "This is about sex, not everyday life. I cannotI will notgive myself up to this."
"No. I'm sorry. You won't ever find what you're looking for, Mr. Mulder, precisely because of that fact."
"I'm not looking to become someone's slave!" Mulder protested.
"No. I agree. However, in so doing, you might discover what you are looking for." The voice had a tone to it that implied a shrug.
"Don't I even get to see what I'm letting myself in for?" Mulder questioned. "You've had a chance to inspect the goods - what about me?"
"I think not. If you choose not to sign the contract, then I'd prefer for my identity to remain a secret. You came looking for me, remember. I don't have any obligation towards you."
"What about negotiation?" Mulder asked despairingly. He always negotiated prior to playing. He and his prospective partner would talk about what sexual practices they enjoyed, and how far the top could go. He was so adept at them that he could talk easily on subjects some people might find highly embarrassing. It was standard safe practice on the scene - for good reason.
"There is no negotiation. There's just the Contract," came the reply. "If you're my slave, I own you. There's no discussion about it. You have to learn to trustand submit."
"So, safe-words wouldn't be an option then?" Mulder asked, making a face.
"That's right, Mr. Mulder. They wouldnt," the voice replied dryly.
Mulder paced around the room, thinking furiously. Shit, this man could be anyone - hell, it could even be that cigarette smoking bastard. Not that it would matter if he were. Mulder would just walk out, and not come back, if that were the case. So what if he couldn't play in this city again - at least he'd keep his integrity. And what, truthfully, was the point of playing here again? He'd been through every top, and yes, he'd consumed them, as this man had so accurately pointed out. He felt as if was spinning out of control, seeking ever more dangerous risks, more intense thrillsand thisthis was the ultimate risk, the ultimate trip into the unknown, the ultimate thrill. If he signed this piece of paper, anything could happen to him. During a sex game he wouldn't have any control, or the buffer zone of a safe-word. He'd be totally, completely, at the mercy of his Master. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week Shit, but this man reminded him of Phoebe. He seemed to have gotten into his head - he knew exactly the way to scare him and excite him, at one and the same time.
"Yes," he whispered. There was a silence. "I said, the answer is yes, damn you!" He roared.
"The pen is on the table," the voice replied implacably, clearly unimpressed by this display of temper.
Mulder went over to the table, and sat down. He picked up the pen, and closed his eyes. He saw Scully's face in his mind's eye. She was frowning at him, yelling at him, asking him how the hell he could do something this stupid. He saw Skinner, standing over him, shouting at him - asking him why he'd risk his career over something so crazy. He opened his eyes again, trying to shut out their faces, their voices, their concern. How could he ever explain this to them? All he could hope was that this man he was giving his life over to was benign, and that somehow he'd keep him back from the brink of the dark abyss he walked.
Mulder placed the tip of the pen to the paper - and signed his life away.
End of Part One.
Part Two: Five Gold Rings
Mulder paced the room, anxiously chewing on a set of fingernails already bitten to the quick. It had been a week since he last stood here, a week during which he had done everything he had been instructed to do. He had complained that a week was too short a time to put his affairs in order, and arrange for his personal finances to be transferred into his Master's numbered accounts as he had been instructed, but his new owner had been adamant.
"You should also view it as a cooling off period," his Master had said, his voice echoing around the room, and straight into Mulder's soul, sounding tinny, and distorted through the microphone. "When you come back here next week, if you've done everything as instructed, and if you still wish to proceed, then, and only then, I'll sign the Master contract. In your presence. After that - there's no going back."
Mulder leaned against the wall, and tried to keep still. "No going backno going back" the words reverberated around his skull. He wished, profoundly, that this was all over. That his Master had claimed him, tied him up, dragged him back to his lair, and then at least he'd know whether he'd done a Good Thing, or a Very Bad Thing. All this waiting was making him insane. He'd been like a cat on a hot tin roof all week, driving Scully crazy, alternately fidgeting and sitting in a state of slumped lethargy. He hadn't been able to write up the two reports sitting on his desk - he'd just stared into space instead, rolling his new status around in his head. Fox Mulder - slave. Possession. Owned. Even Skinner had noticed his strange behavior and had asked him if something was wrong. Looking into his boss's concerned dark eyes, he'd wished for a moment that he did have someone he could confide in, someone who could save him from the consequences of his actions. He was paying the price for not trusting easily. In the end he'd brushed Skinner's inquiry off brusquely, and Scully hadn't even dared broach the subject of what was up with him. He was glad for that much at least. Soon it would all be over.
He knew he was being a fool, but all the same he couldn't stop his head-long plunge into this unknown realm. He didn't own much, so he didn't care about the money. His father had left everything to his mother in his will, despite their divorce - maybe as some kind of recompense, maybe to punish his only son - Mulder didn't know. He had never understood his father. When his mother died, Mulder assumed he might end up a relatively wealthy man, but he wasn't at this moment in time. All he was giving up to his Master was a few thousand dollars. It didn't seem too high a price to pay forfor what? Peace? Mulder leaned his head back against the wall, and bounced it there - once, twice, three times, hating himself for the need, and berating himself for his stupid hope that he would find what he sought in this arrangement. That didn't stop him hoping all the same. He wondered idly what his owner looked like. It didn't matter, but he was still curious. He wasn't looking for love - he was looking to be saved from himself.
"Mr. Mulder. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." The voice rang out, breaking into his reverie, surprising him. Mulder jumped. He'd forgotten how deep and seductive that voice was, how it made his cock jump to know he was being addressed by his Master.
"Do you apologize to all your slaves?" Mulder asked, raising an ironic eyebrow.
That dry laugh rang out. "You're not. Yet. When I sign my part of the contract it will be a done deal. Until then"
"I'd like to get it over with," Mulder interrupted, his nerves frayed, and jangling.
"I take it you haven't changed your mind then?" His Master inquired.
"No." Mulder took a deep breath. "You got into my head and found some part of me I didn't even know existed. I've been walking around with a hard-on all week because of you," he said accusingly, his tone almost bitter.
"My apologies for knowing my trade so well," the voice said softly, almost in commiseration. "Is the paperwork done?"
"Yes." Mulder laid his briefcase on the table, opened it, withdrew a file and held it up. "Here it is. The sum total of my life - for what it's worth. And here's where you reveal this was all just a giant set-up to fleece me, and you take the money and run." Mulder tensed, almost expecting that to happen.
"Don't be stupid," the voice chided. "You arranged this meeting through James Eckhart and J.M. Lucas, both high profile players with good reputations. Do you doubt their integrity?"
"No. Maybe they might want to teach the pushy sub a lesson though," Mulder commented wryly.
"There are other ways to do that," the voice reminded him. "And you won't be any kind of sub for much longer."
The door opened and Mulder held his breath - but it was only the servant, who retrieved the file from him, and exited again.
"Your personal possessions?" His Master asked.
"In my car." Mulder shrugged.
"The lease on your apartment?"
"Put in the name of the company you gave me. Your company?" Mulder inquired, curious, wondering what line of work this man was in. He was ignored.
"The keys?"
"Right here." Mulder held them up, then, with a deep inhalation of breath, he put them on the table and backed away again.
"This seems to be in order. Go back over to the table." Mulder felt himself chafing at the peremptory command, then caught himself and shook his head. Better get used to it
The servant had left a big white envelope on the table, with one word on it : Fox. Mulder suppressed a grimace.
"Is there a problem?" His Master asked.
"My name." Mulder shrugged. "I don't like it."
"That's a shame. I've decided that will be your slave name," his Master told him, in an amused tone.
"What?" Mulder turned and glared at the mirror.
"A slave must have a slave name - bestowed upon him by his Master. Yours will be Fox." His Master said in a tone that brooked no contradiction.
Mulder tried anyway. "Why Fox? That's my real name!" He protested.
"Exactly," the voice replied. "Open the envelope while I check through these documents you've provided."
Mulder stood there, quivering, hating being this much at a disadvantage, but finding it arousing at the same time. Finally, he slipped a finger under the flap of the envelope, and tipped the contents onto the table. Five gold rings, of varying sizes, slid out.
The largest was a collar - wrought from real gold, thin and light, with his name inscribed on it in beautiful lettering, together with a tiny, perfect engraving of a fox.
"It's thin enough to be worn under a shirt and tie. I expect you to wear it at all times - day and night," his Master said softly.
Mulder swallowed, and ran his fingers over the smooth, cool metal. "It's beautiful," he whispered, a lump rising in his throat. Considerable care and attention had gone into making this collar - and he knew, without fastening it around his neck, that it would fit him perfectly. His long fingers moved over the other rings. One was mid-sized, but the other three were much smaller - two of them were identical. The third was slightly bigger, and much thicker.
"If you're thinking it looks like a wedding ring, that's because it is," his Master chuckled softly. "Like the collar, you'll wear it constantly. You'll be punished if I ever see you without either of these symbols of my ownership."
"I understand, Master," Mulder replied, bowing his head towards the mirror, thinking that he wouldn't want to be seen without them. They were both so exquisite. The wedding ring was simple, plain gold - shiny and new. Inside, his name was engraved again. F-O-X. Never had his own name looked so beautiful. "Thank you, Master," he whispered.
"Society has its own way of recognizing commitment. It's important that nobody should think that you're available. You aren't," the voice said firmly.
"No, Master." Mulder inclined his head again. "And this?" He held up the mid-sized ring, with a questioning, faintly amused eyebrow.
"You don't need me to tell you what that's for," his Master chided.
"And do I have to wear this all the time too?" Mulder asked.
"Unless I remove it myself, or give you permission to do so, yes," his Master replied. Mulder fingered the cock ring.
"I've never seen one in pure gold before." He shook his head. The cock ring was also engraved with his name, in the same ornate lettering. "And these?" Mulder played with smallest rings.
"I like my slaves to be decorated," his Master said, his tone smooth, like honey. "Are you pierced anywhere?"
Mulder swallowed hard. Nipple rings. "No, Master." He felt his cock hardening even more inside his pants.
"We'll soon remedy that," his Master chuckled. "If I think it suits you, then I might consider other methods of decorating you - tattooing, maybe branding."
"Branding?" Mulder echoed faintly.
"If it pleases me, yes. These rings are all symbols of my ownership," his Master said, his voice almost caressing him. Mulder nodded - wondering how the hell he was going to explain the wedding ring to Scully. "In a moment I'm going to put the wedding ring, and the collar on you. Nobody but me can take them off you," his Master told him firmly. "If you remove them, then I'll punish you - harshly. The day I remove those symbols of my possession, is the day you are free to leave my service. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder bowed his head in awe.
"Good. I'll put my cock ring on you later - in the privacy of your new home. Have you thought about this carefully, Fox? This is your last chance. Withdraw now, and I won't speak of this to anyone. You'll be free to go. If you proceed, then you'll belong to me - body and soul. There's no turning back after that."
"I understand. I wantI want to belong to you, Master," Mulder said, fingering the collar, and the little picture of the fox.
A deep sigh echoed through the microphone, and reverberated around the room. Mulder looked up in alarm.
"Very well," his Master said in a low tone. "Lie face down on the floor, Fox, and close your eyes. I'll come and join you - then you can kiss my feet, and offer yourself up to me for collaring."
Mulder did as he was told. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans, so it would be easy enough for his Master to fasten the collar around his neck. Mulder shivered in anticipation, his whole body quivering with the need, the desire, to be this man's property, and to accept the tokens of his ownership. He laid his face against the carpet, and closed his eyes, stretching his body out, offering himself up.
It took all Mulder's willpower not to look up as the door opened. He felt his stomach churn and clench, and he bit down on his bottom lip to stop it from trembling. His cock throbbed so much that it hurt. This was better than any game. Better and worse. Certainly more intense. Mulder held his breath as he heard footsteps, and they stopped next to his head. A boot nudged at his hand, and he shuffled forward, and pressed his lips against the shiny surface. He opened his eyes, and slowly raised them - seeing a pair of long, black boots. His eyes continued their slow scrutiny - up a pair of long, long legs, encased in black moleskin pants, over a thick black belt, with a classic, understated, shiny silver buckle, over a pair of slim hips, and a neat trim waist. His gaze lingered on the promising bulge in the pants, then moved on up over a broad expanse of chest, encased in a smooth, silky black shirt, up to a wide neck, and a firm jaw, over the contours of a handsome face, a pair of glasses, and behind them a set of dark, fathomless eyes
"Oh, fuck." Mulder put his head down on the carpet, and banged it. His whole body felt limp and useless, and his entire past flashed before his eyes. "You set me up," he croaked.
Skinner didn't move.
"No. You did that all by yourself," he replied.
"Eckhart and Lucas. They contacted you. They told you I was heading for a fall. You just went along with it - to see how far I'd go. Oh, fuck. Is my career over? Is that what all this is about? An FBI agent entering into a contract of slavery with an unknown man. How fucking stupid is that?"
"Very, I'd have said. I could have been anyone. You're in a very compromising position," Skinner mused. His boot nudged Mulder's chin, forcing Mulder to look up into those stern, dark eyes.
"I know. I've been an idiot. You caught me. What can I say? Don't ask me why though. You know why. I told you why" Mulder's voice trailed off, his heart beating so fast that he thought it would explode. How had this happened? To be caught, seen, exposed in this way? At the exact moment when he thought he'd found something, someone who'd force him back from the edge of the abyss, he found instead that he'd been tipped headlong into the dark. Mulder could have wept.
"Yes. I know why." Skinner shrugged.
Mulder lay there, still prostate at Skinner's feet. He couldn't move - he felt as if his entire body had been turned to jelly.
"You went to such a lot of trouble to expose me for the fool I am." Mulder looked up at his boss through long, dark eyelashes. "The five gold rings were a nice touch." He glanced over at them regretfully. "Of course, I feel kind of cheated about the calling birds, french hens, and turtle doves, to say nothing of the partridge and pear tree, but I suppose that's too much for a guy to expect from his new Master, huh?"
A small smile played around the edge of Skinner's lips, and he leaned over, put a big hand in Mulder's hair, and pulled his head back. Mulder gulped, as he found himself looking straight into those dark eyes.
"Fox - what makes you think this isn't for real?" Skinner asked him.
"Are you kidding? Uhow" Mulder felt as if his hair was going to be pulled out by the roots. "The fact that you're my boss? That we work together? I mean, this has to be a set-upright?"
"Wrong." Skinner smiled.
Mulder stared at him fascinated by the sight. He realised that he'd never seen his boss smile before - if this man was his boss. In these clothes, smiling, he exuded a completely different air - as if he was someone else. His teeth were straight, and whiteall the better to eat me withMulder started to shake.
"I'm sorry, all this has been a shock," he whispered.
"I'm sure it has. I did try to spare you. As I said last week - I've evaded you for as long as I could, but you started to get too close. You've always been an excellent investigator, and it was only a matter of time before you found me. In the end, I thought it might be easier to try and dissuade you, without revealing my identity."
"It's for real?" Mulder gaped. "You really are Him?" He asked, stunned.
"Oh yes." Skinner shook him slightly. "And you really are persistent," he said.
"So why this?" Mulder gestured around the room wildly, taking in the rings, and the contracts lying on the table. "Why the charade? Why the whole ownership deal? The contracts? What the hell did you want with my money? Were you trying to teach me a lesson?"
"No." Skinner looked down on him. "I listened to your story, and I evaluated you very carefully, as I would any prospective slave. The deal still stands. You're mine. Signed and sealed." Skinner held up the Slave Contract Mulder had signed the previous week. "I told you if you wanted to pull out of it you could, but you kept pushing on. Now it's too late." Skinner let go of Mulder's hair, and strode over to the table. He picked up the Master's contract, and with a flourish of his hand, he signed it. Then he returned to where Mulder lay, boneless on the floor, and dropped the piece of paper on Mulder's head.
Mulder gazed at the piece of paper as it wafted under his nose. He read it, and remembered why he had wanted it, then looked up at Skinner again. His boss, his owner, was holding the beautiful gold collar between his large fingers.
"On your knees," Skinner ordered.
"I thinkI might have changed my mind," Mulder muttered, trying desperately to obey, wishing his muscles would do as he told them.
"Why? Because it's me? I'm still offering everything I offered before," Skinner said firmly.
"But we can't I mean what about work?"
"You'll be my slave - at work, at home, everywhere. Subject to my command, under my direct ownership. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Nothing has changed." Skinner told him.
"But what about?" Mulder flushed. He had a sudden vision of Skinner's big arms closing around his naked body, of the other man thrusting into him, overpowering, devouringand he let out an involuntary moan.
"Sex?" Skinner gave another of those truly wicked grins. "I told you - you're mine, boy. I'll use you when and where I like, as often as I like, or as little. You," he ran a finger down Mulder's forehead, over his nose, and then rested it lightly on Mulder's lips, "belong to me. Body, heart, mind and soul." He slipped the finger inside Mulder's mouth, and Mulder couldnt stop himself sucking on it. Skinner laughed. "I rest my case," he said, withdrawing the finger.
Mulder finally managed to make it to a kneeling position. He bowed his head, a thousand thoughts running through his mind, but at the end of the day nothing changed any of it. He still wanted this - maybe, deep inside, he wanted it even more now. Skinner was everything he'd ever had wet dreams about. He didn't know how it could work at the FBI, but he knew he had gone too far to stop it. This rollercoaster that he had set in motion wouldnt let him off until the ride was over. And somehow, Mulder had the feeling that the ride was a long, long way from being over.
Mulder placed his hands behind his back, and pulled his trembling limbs into some semblance of a submissive pose.
"Okay," he said quietly. "You're right. I'm yours." He looked up into Skinner's calm eyes. The big man nodded, and opened up the hinge on the collar, then slid it around Mulder's throat. Mulder felt the cold metal caress him, gently warming itself on his flesh. It felt familiar - as if it had always been there. As if it belonged there. Skinner's eyes never left his as those big fingers adjusted the collar, and then snapped it shut. Done. A look passed between them, of ownership, of submission, of an understanding that went deep into their souls.
"Your hand," Skinner ordered.
Mulder presented his left hand, and Skinner took it. He caressed his thumb down Mulder's ring finger, then firmly slid the wedding ring into place.
"Til death us do" Mulder muttered. Skinner put a finger over his mouth, to shut him up.
Mulder hung there, limply, his hand still held in one of Skinner's big paws. The moment stretched into an eternity. Brown eyes and hazel ones were locked as the commitment was made between them, and the contract sealed.
Then Skinner laughed out loud, ending the moment. "Get up, slave," he ordered.
"Yes, Master." Mulder scrambled to his feet quickly. All the blood raced to his head, and he swayed for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Skinner walked briskly over to the door. He called the servant back in, and handed him the two contracts. "See that these are witnessed, and a copy placed in the vault, and then return them to me," he commanded. The servant nodded, and hurried to do his bidding. Mulder could understand the hurry. The Skinner he knew at work had always commanded his respect, and, occasionally, even his fear. However, this Skinner, this Master Skinner, was even more impressive. He lived this role utterly and completely. His body exuded a fierce grace, moving with the tightly controlled, muscled beauty of the panther. Mulder wondered how he had never seen it before. This was a man he could worship, and kneel before. This was a Master he could truly serve.
Skinner turned back to him. "Take the other rings - and keep them safe. I won't be very tolerant if they get lost. Go to your car, and drive to the Viva Tower. Here's a garage permit. It's in your name." Skinner handed Mulder the card. "Wait for me there," Skinner instructed.
"Yes, sir." Mulder did as he was told, collecting his briefcase, and scurrying from the room.
*****
Mulder glanced at all his worldly goods in the back of his car. His computer, a couple of suitcases full of his clothing, several boxes of books. He would never, in a million years, have predicted that they'd all of them be moving in with Skinner.
He drove slowly through the city, his body still shivering slightly from the shock of the recent events. What kind of a Master would Skinner be, he wondered? Kind? Cruel? Strict? Loving? What would he require of Mulder? And would it be more than Mulder could give?
Mulder stopped the car, and considered turning around and heading to Alexandria, to the safety of his own apartment, and his old life, then remembered that it was too late for that. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Skinner had the keys, he owned the lease - hell, he could even have sublet it by now.
Mulder laid his head on the steering wheel, feeling trapped, scared, and aroused at one and the same time. SkinnerHe thought of how good the other man had looked in his dark clothes, the shiny boots. He remembered that broad chest, the muscular arms, and the sheer power in the big man's body. Power that he would use to subdue Mulder. Skinner now had the right to whip him, fuck him, and do whatever he wanted to him, whenever he wanted to do it. Mulder glanced despairingly at the bright lights, shining in the dark city.
He put his hand up to his neck, and traced the feel of the collar, light but implacable, against his flesh. It would always be there, reminding him of who and what he was, and who he belonged to. As he put his hand back down, he was startled by the flash of the gold ring in the dark.
"How come, Mulder - how come that the very thing you want to run away from, is the exact same thing you want to run to?" He asked himself. Then he laughed out loud. "No choice," he muttered, shaking his head. "You don't have any more choices. You don't belong to you any more. You belong to him."
Mulder started the car again, and resumed his journey into the unknown.
End of Part Two
Part Three: A Room With A View
Mulder's new Master kept him waiting in the parking garage beneath the Viva Tower in Crystal City for over an hour. At first, Mulder sat in the car, his legs jiggling up and down, in nervous anticipation. Was Skinner going to take him straight up to his apartment and fuck him senseless? Maybe he would dive straight into a "scene." Or was he going to take a crop to Mulder's butt and try and instill some obedience in him from the outset? Mulder shivered, his cock in a more or less permanent state of arousal. In fact, his nerves were screaming from the sensory overload. He wanted this. He wanted this so badly it scared him. Finally Mulder got out of the car and did a few laps of the garage, trying to distract himself. By the time Skinner drew up in a sleek, black saloon, his erstwhile slave was a wreck.
Skinner shot him a cool glance, and it was only through sheer effort of will that Mulder's knees didn't give way.
"Follow me." Skinner beckoned with his head, and Mulder hesitated. Skinner turned, one eyebrow raised. "This is one of the first orders I've given you since taking you as my property - are you intending to disobey me already?" He inquired. Mulder shook his head, and hurried to catch up with the big man.
"I was just wondering about my stuff, that's all, sir," Mulder said, waving his hand at the packed contents of his car.
"Leave it. First I'll show you around, then you can get settled in," Skinner told him tersely. Mulder nodded, his throat dry. Signing those contracts had changed something fundamental between him and his boss. He didn't feel like he was with Assistant Director Walter Skinner of the FBI - he felt like a slave, trailing along behind his new and utterly formidable Master.
Skinner stepped into the elevator and Mulder followed him. When the doors had closed behind them, Skinner handed Mulder a smart card.
"This is a special key - it takes the elevator up to the 18th floor."
"The 18th? But your apartment is on the 17th floor, sir," Mulder said, surprised.
"Yes, it is, but your slave quarters are on the 18th floor. Nobody else has an elevator pass to that level except me, the apartment block's security, and now you."
"Right." Mulder swallowed. "I, uh, didn't know."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Skinner treated him to another of those wildly sexual grins.
"That's becoming evident. Master," Mulder observed dryly, rolling his tongue around the word 'master', his normally flippant personality struggling to re-assert itself. Skinner threw out a big fist, and thumped the stop button on the elevator. Mulder jumped. Suddenly his new Master was looming over him, his large body forcing Mulder back against the wall.
"Let's get one thing clear," Skinner told his slave. "This is a completely different arrangement to that which existed between us before. What was acceptable to me as your colleague, and supervisor, is not acceptable to me as your Master. Your behavior towards me, both here, and in the office, will change, as of now."
"Change?" Mulder echoed faintly, wanting desperately to reach out and hold onto the big man for support, to be folded into a pair of strong arms, and reassured. He despised himself for his weakness.
"That's right. Now, you already know me, and have a certain way of dealing with me, so you're going to have to unlearn those bad habits." Skinner smiled, and then did something completely unexpected. He took Mulder's left hand in his own, and raised it to his lips, caressing the wedding ring with his fingers. "It might be painful - initially at least - but in the long term you'll feel much better for it," Skinner told his slave. He kissed Mulder's ring finger, his dark eyes never leaving his slave's face. "You belong to me now," he said in a low, throaty undertone that made Mulder's hard cock scream for release, "and I don't want you to ever forget it. Every minute, of every day, I want you to know that you're mine. You're not free, Fox, you belong to someone outside yourself. It's a new way of thinking, and it'll take you a while to get used to it, but we'll get there. Eventually. With perseverance."
Mulder looked at him for several minutes, drinking in the authority and dark power of those brown eyes, and the seductive promise of Skinner's words, then he nodded. "Yes, sir," he managed to croak.
"Good." Skinner stepped back, and pressed the button on the elevator again.
The elevator doors swished open a few minutes later, and Mulder found himself on the threshold of a large, comfortable living room. It was impeccably decorated and furnished. There was a wooden floor in golden honey hues, and cream walls, with subtly tasteful lighting on the walls. Two couches and several armchairs took up the center of the room, and a large fireplace with a soft rug in front of it dominated one wall. Skinner put a hand on Mulder's shoulder, and ushered him out of the elevator.
"This way." His Master walked down a corridor, and opened the door to a small, tidy room, containing a narrow single bed, a desk, and a closet. "This is your room. You can arrange your possessions however you like." Skinner shrugged. "I don't care how you keep your room but I do care how you keep the rest of this apartment - and the one beneath it."
"Yes, sir." Mulder nodded, thinking it looked like a monk's cell.
"The bell" Skinner pointed with his head to a box in the corner of the ceiling, "is to summon you. Whenever you hear it, you'll come downstairs to address yourself to whatever I need."
"Yes, Master." Mulder murmured, wondering what it would be like to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, to have to rush to his Master's every summons.
"Follow me." Skinner showed him an en-suite bathroom - equipped with a shower, and toilet. "The shower has a special nozzle." Skinner pointed to it. "Use it," he told Mulder, with a firm nod of his head. Mulder flushed slightly, and nodded back. He knew what the nozzle was for - although he'd never used one. "I like my slaves to be clean for me. If you show yourself incapable of keeping yourself that way, then I'm sure a few weeks of enforced enemas will help you learn." Skinner turned on his heel, and left the bathroom. Mulder stood there for a moment, taking several deep breaths and counting to ten to distract himself, before following the big man.
Skinner walked further down the corridor, then paused outside a large, oak-paneled door. He removed a key from his pocket, placed it in the lock, turned it, and opened the door, ushering Mulder inside in front of him. Mulder paused they were standing on the threshold of a huge room, with massive windows forming two of the outside walls.
"It's like being at the top of the Empire State Building," Mulder breathed, going over to one of the huge windows, and looking down onto the street.
"It's hardly that high," Skinner snorted. "I own the entire 18th floor, Fox. There's nobody above this level, and nobody overlooks this room."
"It's likeflying." Mulder gazed, awe-struck, at the city spread around him, its twinkling lights reflected from all sides. The dark night outside pressed in, surrounding them with both blackness and starlight. The windows were so clear that it was as if he was standing outside, utterly enveloped by the night. He felt the warmth of Skinner's body, standing behind him, and the whisper of Skinner's breath on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.
"It's beautiful," Mulder whispered.
"Look up," Skinner suggested.
Mulder did so, and took a sharp intake of breath: the central section of the ceiling was made of thick glass too, and there, framed perfectly in one of the windows, was a fragile crescent moon.
They looked at it in silence for a moment, then Skinner turned, strode over to the other side of the room, and snapped the lights on.
"Welcome to my Playroom, slave," he murmured.
Mulder looked around in stunned silence. There was a sumptuous red carpet covering half the floor - the other half was in more functional linoleum, but he barely noticed the dcor. The entire room was a fetishist's dream come true. There were spanking horses, sets of chains, interesting pulleys and ropes hanging from the wall and ceiling, and a padded upright whipping post in the shape of a cross. One entire wall was made up of cupboards.
"May I?" Mulder placed a hand on one of the cupboard doors.
"Go ahead." Skinner shrugged, a wide, amused smile on his lips.
Mulder opened the door, and his heart skipped several beats: the cupboard was neatly arranged, scrupulously clean - and it contained several thousand dollars worth of the most exquisite bondage and discipline equipment that Mulder had ever seen. There was a row of leather crops, in varying sizes. Several floggers hung from a rack, ranging from the light suede variety, which Mulder knew barely hurt, and could reduce a man to sheer sensory bliss in the hands of a skilled top, to the heavy rubber variety which would have you whimpering in pain within seconds, and caused heavy bruising that lasted for days.
There were paddles, canes, straps, long whips, short whips, bullwhips, and every single instrument of discipline you could think of. Mulder pulled open a drawer and discovered nipple clamps, cock rings, sets of fur-lined manacles, butt plugs, ball gagsso many instruments of torture, of pleasure, that it was like a kid being let loose in a candy store. Mulder found it impossible to resist the urge to reach out, and touch the beautiful array.
"Ow!" He jumped, more in surprise than pain, as his hand was slapped firmly away.
"You can look, but you must never, ever, touch without my permission," Skinner told him. "It'll be your responsibility to clean the toys after a session, under my supervision of course. You will not be given a key to this room. You will only come in here in my presence, or at my command. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Mulder whispered, still awe-struck. "Jeezwhat's that?" He pointed to what looked like a set of loosely tied twigs.
"A birch." Skinner reached out a big hand and massaged the back of Mulder's neck, proprietarily. "Do you like the idea of being birched, Fox?" He asked, his voice low and deep in Mulder's ear. "It's an interesting sensation - and very safe. You can use the birch over most parts of the body. It's light, and scratches, like several tiny, biting little stings. It's nothing like the heavier instruments. It has its own completely unique sensation." Skinner spoke like a true connoisseur, and Mulder would have been happy for his Master to rip his clothes off and treat him to a demonstration there and then. Skinner laughed out loud, as if guessing Mulder's thoughts.
Mulder continued his examination of the cupboards. He saw a set of satin blindfolds, and a sumptuous silk shirt out of the corner of his eye, and was intrigued. Skinner's taste seemed to range from the purely functional, to the deeply erotic and sensual. Further inspection revealed another cupboard filled completely with costumes, boots, and other accessories. It was like finding Aladdin's cave, Mulder thought to himself.
"I think I could spend all day in here, just looking," he told his Master with a deeply satisfied sigh.
Skinner grinned. "You'll be spending several of your days in here, and your nights, don't worry," he replied. "You'll come to be grateful - when you're lying naked, and suspended in mid-air for hour after hour, that there are so many windows. It gives the sensation of floating," Skinner observed. "You're at the top of the world, surrounded by sky, and nobody can see your bare, tormented flesh but you, and your Master." Skinner's lean, powerful, muscular body was framed by one dark window, and the subtle lighting in the Playroom bathed and caressed his bald head. For a brief moment, Mulder was sure he'd died and gone to heaven.
"You have to earn your playtime though," Skinner told him. "This place is designed for fun - although I won't balk at using its facilities for punishment sessions as well, which I'm sure, knowing you as I do, that you'll require."
Mulder made a face, which Skinner ignored as he opened a door leading to a massive en-suite bathroom, containing the largest bath Mulder had ever seen in his life. A cursory look around revealed large quantities of lotions and oils, and a sizeable stash of condoms and lubricant. Skinner took a tube of lubricant and a handful of condoms and placed them in his pocket, ignoring Mulder's look of wide-eyed, hopeful curiosity. Then they both stepped back out into the Playroom.
"All thishere, all this time, and I never knew," Mulder whispered. "How long have you been in the Lifestyle, sir?"
"Personal questions won't be permitted at this early stage in your slavery," Skinner snapped, as he ushered Mulder out of the Playroom, and locked the door behind him. "In time, maybe, you'll earn the right to know, but for now, you have a lot to learn and focus on, and my past is irrelevant."
Mulder begged to differ, although he didn't say as much. It seemed incredible to him that Skinner had been living in this place, with all this amazing equipment, and he had never known it - but then again, why should he? Skinner's stern, brisk demeanor at work, could be passed off as purely a necessity of his job. His boss had always been more than a one dimensional bureaucrat though. Mulder had always sensed there was far more than that to the big man - but he would never have guessed about this. On the other hand, who would have guessed about his own alternate lifestyle? Mulder's profiling mind longed to understand his new Master, to know him and understand him - to get a handle on him so that he could start tocontrol him? To manipulate him in order to get what he wanted? Mulder clenched his fists tightly - Skinner had already pointed out to him that he had an unfortunate tendency to consume his tops. Was he trying to do the same here? Was he trying to reduce his own fear at being under someone else's control by familiarizing himself with them and their methods? Wouldn't that lead straight to the contempt and emptiness that he had felt so often before? Didn't he in fact need the fear in order to get the high?
Mulder found Skinner had stopped in the corridor and was waiting for him, his dark eyes seeming to see straight to the heart of Mulder's internal struggle. Mulder managed a wan smile, and Skinner turned and continued down the corridor. At the end, there was a set of stairs.
"This is the back way down to my apartment. You can either use the elevator and knock on my door, like any other guest, or you can use the stairs. You have free run of both apartments, but the key to only one." Skinner said, jogging down the two flights of stairs, Mulder at his heels. The top level of the 17th floor apartment contained two large bedrooms, one with an en-suite bathroom, containing another huge bath. Another flight of stairs took them down into the living area of the apartment that Mulder had visited before.
"This will be an important room for you." Skinner opened a door and Mulder surveyed the laundry room with a sinking heart. "You'll keep all my clothes laundered. You'll arrange for anything requiring specialist cleaning to receive it." Skinner gave his slave a firm look, as if doubting Mulder's capabilities in these areas. "You'll iron all my shirts." Mulder's heart sank even further as he remembered Skinner's taste for the most crisply ironed apparel. His usual rush job with the iron was clearly not going to be adequate.
"You want me to spend my entire life ironing?" He grouched, reasoning that would be all he'd have time for each evening after work.
Skinner fixed him with a dark stare. "Did I not make myself clear when I outlined the terms for your slavery?" He asked. "I seem to remember telling you that you would be my valet, and housekeeper. Maybe you're misunderstanding something here, Fox. You're my slave. You'll address yourself to my needs and my pleasures, to making my life run as smoothly as possible. The sooner you get your head around that concept, the easier it'll be for you - and the more rewarding trips to the Playroom we'll make. Understood?"
Mulder swallowed down his resentment and nodded.
"Good. Now, I suspect you're a disaster in the kitchen, yes?" Skinner raised an eyebrow.
Mulder sighed. "Cooking isn't exactly my strong point," he agreed
"Fine. There's a list of my favorite restaurants by the phone. Most of them do take-out." Skinner walked briskly back to the kitchen, and showed Mulder where everything was. "Eat whenever you're hungry - and make sure that we don't run out of basics, like bread and milk. There's cash for groceries in this pot. I expect you to take good care of yourself," Skinner looked at Mulder intently. "You swim and run?"
"Yes." Mulder nodded.
"Good. You'll continue to do that. I might arrange some special training for you," Skinner mused. "Now - I want you to get your stuff from the car, and settle yourself into your room. Later on, I'll inspect what you brought with you."
"Inspect?" Mulder echoed, with a frown.
"Your taste in ties is frankly atrocious. I'm sure we can dispose with most of them. I'll take you shopping and buy you the sort of clothes it would please me to see my slave wearing," Skinner informed him.
Mulder closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall, seeing every little part of himself being chipped away, piece by piece. He opened them again, to find Skinner standing close to him. "At first, it will be hard," Skinner whispered, his voice caressing Mulder's ear. "I'll make allowances for that. You're not trained as a slave - and you need a firm hand." Mulder's hard cock twitched at those words, and he longed to give it some release. Skinner seemed to guess his thoughts. His hand brushed against the front of Mulder's pants.
"Another thing," Skinner whispered in Mulder's ear. "This" he touched Mulder's cock lightly through his jeans, "is mine. It belongs to me. You can only come when I give you permission from now on - so no jerking off in your bedroom, or the bathroom. I'll know. Trust me, I always know."
Mulder felt as if he was no longer breathing - this turned him on more than anything in his life had ever done before. "Yes, Master," he managed to gasp.
Skinner smiled. "I've found," he said, his fingers still lightly caressing Mulder's bulging cock, "that the hardest lesson for a new slave to learn is that his own pleasure is irrelevant. For that reason - this," he squeezed Mulder's cock hard, "won't be getting any release for quite some time. Pleasure is earned, and trust me, the rewards are worthwhile." Skinner's lips were so close to Mulder's face that he could feel them brushing against his skin and thought that, permission or not, he'd come then and there. "However, for now, you'll address yourself to my pleasure - and I'll make sure you're well used," Skinner said in that deep, sibilant, tone.
"Yes, Master." Mulder moved his face, wanting to find those lips with his own, but Skinner caught his shoulders, and pressed him back against the wall.
"You want to be kissed?" He put a finger on Mulder's lips. Mulder nodded, his eyes wide. "Well, those have to be earned too," Skinner told him. He caressed Mulder's bottom lip with his index finger, wet his skin with Mulder's saliva, then wiped the moisture off down the side of Mulder's cheek. Mulder swallowed, mesmerized. "Go and retrieve the contents of your car," Skinner told him, drawing back and getting down to business again. "Then shower, and come back down here for me to do a proper inspection."
Mulder scurried to obey. He couldn't remember ever being so turned on his life. Everything Skinner said, everything Skinner did, spoke to some deep need inside him. He felt as if his very soul was being petted and caressed, and his body was so aroused it made him want to scream.
Mulder sorted out his meager possessions, realizing as he did so that none of them belonged to him any more - they were merely granted to him by his Master. Now he understood why Skinner was spoken of in hushed whispers on the scene in DC. No wonder the man was legendary. He played this game better, with more sophistication, than any other player Mulder had ever known. Somehow he seemed to see inside Mulder, and to know that keeping him permanently on the brink like this, denying him his freedom, filling his life with tasks of menial devotion, dangling that fantasy room in front of him like a carrotall of it worked. All of it made Mulder hotter than he'd even been in his life. He glanced down at his poor, stiff cock, so tightly confined in his jeans, wondering when it would ever get its release.
Mulder took his shower, carefully avoiding his cock as he soaped himself. He examined the nozzle attachment on the shower head, and inserted it cautiously into his rectum. The sensation was curiously pleasing, as the warm water filled him then flooded out again. Mulder repeated the process several times, making sure that he was clean for his master. His whole body shivered in anticipation at the thought of Skinner taking him, bending him over, fucking him. His fantasies were those of domination - he was used to that, although it had taken him a long time to come to terms with that side of himself. Skinnerhe could still barely get over the shock of discovering who his owner was. Could this bizarre arrangement ever work? He wondered what the week ahead would bring. He had booked himself a week's vacation from work on his Master's instruction, and he guessed that Skinner had done the same. What would happen to him in that time? What would Skinner do to him? Could Mulder ever truly accept the mastery of another man? And just how painful would it be finding out? He stood for a long time under that warm water, soothing himself after the momentous events of the day, then he dried himself, dressed, and walked down the stairs to where Skinner was seated in his living room.
"Good. I was beginning to wonder where you were. Another five minutes and I'd have summoned you with the bell." Skinner held out a leg. Mulder looked at it questioningly for a moment, before realizing that he was supposed to pull Skinner's boots off for him. He knelt down in front of his master, and pressed his lips against the shiny surface of the boots, his hands caressing Skinner's long, lean legs through the leather. He removed the footwear, and then knelt beside his master again, awaiting further instruction.
"I think it's time" Skinner cleared his throat, and looked down into his slave's willing, hazel eyes, "to examine my property, don't you?"
"If it pleases you, Master." Mulder nodded, his stomach doing a wild flip.
"It does please me. Stand up, and get undressed."
Skinner leaned back on the couch, and watched the other man thoughtfully as Mulder pulled his tee shirt over his head. He sucked his stomach in, wanting to impress, and Skinner shook his head.
"Fox - you're lean enough," he murmured. "Now your pants."
Mulder took a deep breath, and shucked them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his hard cock immediately stood to attention. Skinner didn't say anything. He just surveyed his new slave, looking him over, from top to bottom, up and down, then down and up, with excruciating slowness until Mulder was thoroughly unnerved. Didn't his Master like what he was seeing? Mulder couldn't believe that this was happening, that he was standing here, in the middle of this room, having his naked body inspected by his boss. He would never, in a million years, have predicted that such a scenario would happen, and yet, now that it hadit felt so right.
"All right. Turn around." Skinner waved his hand in a circular motion, and Mulder did as he was told, presenting his ass to his Master, and clutching his buttocks together tightly, as the tension got to him. "Relax." Mulder heard Skinner get up, and then his bottom was grasped firmly in a pair of big hands. "Hmmm" Skinner mused, kneading the flesh. Mulder's cock begged him for permission to come, and his mind firmly refused it. He wondered if this was a prelude to his Master having sex with him, and started to shake.
"What's this about?" Skinner's warm body pressed even closer behind him. "My slave is trembling - is he scared of me?"
"No, Master," Mulder replied. Skinner crossed his arms over Mulder's chest, and pulled him back against his smooth, sleek moleskin pants, and cool silk shirt.
"The truth. You'll never be punished for being honest," Skinner whispered in Mulder's ear.
Mulder took a deep breath. "I'mscared of this, of us. How will this work? What about my job? Your job? The X Files. I can't give those up. I can't get my head around all this. Me, standing here as your fucking slave of all things, and, you, you being what you are, what I least expected you to beand seeing me like this, exposed. I don't know what you're thinking, I don't know who you areI thought I knew, but I don't any more"
"Ssh." Skinner's lips nuzzled against Mulder's ear. "I told you when I took you as my slave that I wouldn't make you give up your job. On the contrary. It makes you more interesting to me. As to who I am - I'm your Master. That's all you need to know." Mulder felt himself melting back into that warm, strong body, surrendering himself to Skinner's embrace. The heat of Skinner's body stilled his trembling, and he felt calmer. "You mustn't worry about things you have no control over. You made your decision, and now that moment has past. Your choice has been made. There's only one thing you need to worry about from now on. Do you know what that is?"
Mulder swallowed, and nodded. "Pleasing you, Master."
"That's right. Now, I'll ask you again - are you afraid of me?" Those arms held him tight, too tight to evade the question.
"Yes." Mulder bit on his lip. "I don't know what you'll want of me, Master, and I don't know what you'll do to me. I'm worried that I won't please you, or that you'll harm me."
"Good." Skinner's teeth nipped at Mulder's earlobe. "That's good, slave. I think a healthy dose of fear is good for a slave, but you know I won't harm you. I might occasionally hurt you, but that's what you want anyway." He gave a low chuckle. "I won't ever harm you though. You'll have to trust me to know the difference. Better now?" Mulder realized that he had stopped shaking, and nodded, then wished he hadn't as Skinner released him. He wanted to stay in that warm, safe embrace forever.
Skinner turned him around again, and traced his hands over Mulder's chest. One finger lazily caressed a nipple, and Mulder moaned, and glanced up at the ceiling. His cock was leaking badly. Skinner ran his hand down over Mulder's flat stomach, and then over his long, hard cock. Mulder bit down on his lip, concentrating for all his worth on not coming. Skinner's hand grasped his balls, firmly, and held them, joggling them with his thumb.
"Am I acceptable to you, Master?" Mulder asked.
"You're a bit skinny, and you need more definition in places, but you'll do." Skinner laughed, and gave Mulder's rump a resounding slap. He sat down on the couch again, and patted his knee. "Come here, Fox. Over my knee," he instructed. Mulder eyed him warily, wondering if he was about to experience his first spanking.
"Why, Master? What are you going to do?" He blurted, then immediately regretted the question. Skinner's expression darkened, and he pointed insistently at his lap.
"It's not a dialogue, slave, just do it," he ordered. Mulder nodded, and knelt down cautiously beside his Master, and then laid awkwardly over his knee. Skinner adjusted his position, and then ran his hands lovingly over Mulder's butt. "Relax." Skinner instructed. He continued the rubbing motion for several minutes, until Mulder started to loosen up, his body losing its tension. Then the caress stopped, and Mulder felt his buttocks pried apart. He looked around in alarm, and saw Skinner lubing up his fingers. "I need to see how tight you are," Skinner told him, and Mulder immediately tensed up. "I said, relax." Skinner gave his buttocks a sharp slap, and Mulder had to consciously open up his anus to his Master's probing fingers. "You're tighter than I would have thought. You've had anal sex haven't you?" Skinner asked.
"Yes, Masterbut" Mulder hesitated.
"Go on." Skinner's finger pushed deeper inside him, and Mulder gasped, enjoying the sensation despite himself.
"I found it too uncomfortable, Master, so I didn't request this kind of attention very oftenalthough" Mulder trailed off, flushing bright red.
"Although the idea of it really turns you on, and you love the way it makes you feel dominated," Skinner finished for him.
"Yes, Master." Mulder agreed, gasping again, as another finger entered his ass.
"Well, it was uncomfortable because you're tight, you're tight because you won't relax, and you won't relax because you never really submit, do you, Fox? You've never really given in, have you?" Skinner stroked Mulder's buttocks with his free hand, and Mulder nodded, feeling wretched. "We'll work on that," Skinner said cheerfully. "I'm skilled in using plugs, and you'll be pleased to know that I can keep an erection for a long time without much stimulation. In fact, we'll start work on stretching you tonight," he told his slave in a matter-of-fact tone, as if discussing the weather. "Okay." He slapped Mulder's butt again. "You can stand up." Mulder slid off Skinner's lap and back into a kneeling position, and Skinner handed him the lube and condoms he had picked up earlier.
"Keeping yourself lubed up is your responsibility," he told his slave. "I won't do it in future. And remember that you must make yourself available for my use at any time, and in any place. I suggest you make sure you're always lubricated if you want to avoid the discomfort of a dry fuck." Mulder nodded, and took the lube. "Ditto condoms - your responsibility." Skinner gazed at his slave's still hard cock. "Hmm, what does it take to dampen that down?" He asked.
Mulder gave a cheeky grin. "I usually find ejaculation works, Master," he suggested.
"Good try." Skinner laughed. "But don't plan on coming any time in the next few days, Fox. I told you - your own pleasure has to be earned. However, I do want to put my cock ring on you, and I can't do that while you're standing to attention like thisI have an idea." He took hold of Mulder by the shoulder, marched him to the bathroom, turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature to cold, and thrust Mulder underneath it.
"Ow, ow, ow!!!" Mulder hopped around under the freezing spray.
"Stand still." Skinner commanded, and Mulder did as he was told, shivering dramatically to make his point. Skinner ignored him. After several minutes, Mulder's cock was still managing to hover at half-mast. Skinner glanced at his watch. "I'm impressed," he commented. Mulder gave a weak, apologetic smile. After several more minutes, the offending penis finally shriveled up and was pointing back towards the ground. Skinner turned the shower off, and handed Mulder a towel. "I'm going to retrieve an accessory that might come in useful. Run me my bath while you're in here. Then come back downstairs so I can put your ring on you." He glanced meaningfully at Mulder's cock, and Mulder shivered and nodded.
He dried himself, then smeared lube on his fingers, and inserted them into his anus - Skinner's command on that subject echoing resoundingly through his mind. He resolved to lube himself whenever he used the bathroom. Mulder stared dreamily into space as his fingers caressed deep inside his body. He loved the feeling of being fucked, but the pain was usually too intense for him to bear. Skinner was right - Mulder only paid lip service to his submission. He was never truly open, he never truly accepted a top into his body, without resistance. Now he belonged to someone who intended to break down that resistance. It scared him - and aroused him. He wondered what time it was - late he thought, certainly well after midnight. He was exhausted after the day's events, yet still on a high. He wondered whether Skinner would fuck him tonight. A part of him wanted to get it over with, but another part was just so tired, he wasn't sure he could cope with it. Living on the edge, with the strain of constantly wondering when it would happen, was unnerving him.
Mulder returned to the living room, fished the cock ring out of his jeans pocket, and went to kneel before his Master. Skinner slid the ring over first one testicle, then the other, before taking Mulder's cock in his hand. It immediately started to stiffen. Skinner raised his eyebrows despairingly, and Mulder shrugged helplessly.
"Is it my fault if my Master is so damn hot?" He asked.
"Flattery - it sometimes works." Skinner grinned, then brought the back of his hand down with a firm slap on Mulder's hardening member. Mulder yelped. "And sometimes not," Skinner said, taking advantage of the moment to slide his slave's cock firmly into place inside the ring. Mulder's cock started to harden again, and was painfully constricted by the metal. "That's better," Skinner commented approvingly. He picked up a smooth butt plug, that was lying on the coffee table. Mulder guessed that this was the object his Master had gone to retrieve.
"Over my knee again." Skinner pointed, and Mulder obeyed swiftly this time. Skinner held Mulder's buttocks open with one hand, and Mulder felt the cool, hard edge of the butt plug as the tip was inserted inside him. He tensed up immediately. Skinner sighed. "You're really going to have to learn to open yourself up to me," he admonished.
"I'm trying, Master," Mulder muttered.
"Not hard enough. This is tiny - my cock is much bigger, trust me." Skinner stroked his hapless slave until Mulder relaxed, and then he swiftly rammed the butt plug home. "You'll have to grip it with your muscles or it'll slide out," Skinner instructed, "and that's unacceptable. You'll wear it until I remove it."
"Just like everything else," Mulder muttered. Skinner laughed, and slapped his upturned buttocks.
"Careful, slave. Smart remarks might get you into trouble," he warned, returning Mulder to the floor. Mulder got up, feeling the butt plug inside him. It was a strange sensation, but the plug was slender, and not more than vaguely uncomfortable.
"Is my bath ready?" Skinner asked.
"I would think so, Master."
Skinner got up, and Mulder hesitated. "Master" He bit on his lip.
"Well?" Skinner asked.
"Umthe other rings?" Mulder quaked.
"Ah, you're worried about the piercing." Skinner reached out a gentle hand, and caressed Mulder's damp neck. "Don't be. It'll be a beautiful ceremony. I'll make sure it's an experience you remember for a very long time indeed." He gently kissed Mulder's eyelashes, then his nose. "I can't wait to decorate these beauties." He tweaked Mulder's nipples firmly, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger, and Mulder gasped, his cock biting into the unfamiliar, cool metal of the ring as it hardened again. "But it will have to wait. We have other things to do firstand there are other ways to mark you." Skinner gave a mysterious smile, and, with one last tweak of Mulder's nipples, strode upstairs to the bathroom. Mulder picked up his clothes and followed him, uncomfortably aware of the butt plug inside him. He had to clench his buttocks tightly around it to keep it in place.
"Don't get dressed," Skinner instructed. "I like seeing my slave's naked body, and as for the bath - it needs oil in it, and it's too hot," he said after putting a finger in to test it. Mulder nodded, and turned on the cold water, then dropped some scented oil from a bottle into the water.
"Now, undress me," Skinner commanded.
Mulder's heart thudded, as he approached his Master. He couldn't wait to touch that body, and worship his new owner. He had always been a good sub, but he had never felt like this before. The desire to please his Master was overwhelming. He stepped forward, and with shaking fingers undid the buttons on Skinner's shirt, then smoothed it carefully open. His fingers tangled in Skinner's chest hair, and lingered on the big man's nipples. Skinner smiled down at him indulgently. Thus encouraged, Mulder pressed his face against Skinner's chest, and licked him, and Skinner's hand came up and caressed his slave's thick hair. Mulder undid the solid silver buckle on Skinner's belt, and pulled it out of the other man's pants, then he moved on to the buttons, and finally he smoothed the soft, moleskin fabric down Skinner's long legs. He ended up kneeling at his Master's feet, where he helped him step out from the pants, and then removed his Master's socks. He finished by kissing each toe on those perfect golden feet. Skinner laughed.
"You know some pretty tricks, but it'll take more than that," he said.
Mulder nodded. "I know. I can give more."
"Not more - you have to give me it all. Give me everything," Skinner whispered, running his hands over his slave's face. Mulder nodded, enraptured by the words.
"I will. I can. I'll learn. I want toso much," he whispered, knowing it was true. He reached out almost reverentially, and placed his thumbs under the waistband of Skinner's black silk boxer shorts, lowering them carefully over the other man's semi-erect cock, and easing them down to his ankles. Skinner stepped out of them, and Mulder sat back on his heels and worshipped wordlessly at his Master's shrine. Skinner's cock was beautiful. There was no other word to describe it. Thick, full, long, powerful, clean honey-toned fleshMulder couldn't resist burying his face in the other man's groin, and gently tonguing that resplendent cock, taking it into his warm mouth. Skinner sighed, and stroked Mulder's hair softly, then withdrew.
"You're doing very well, slave," the big man murmured, and Mulder felt a curious sense of joy at the praise. "Kneel down in the corner of the room, and await further instruction."
Mulder did as he was told, and watched as his Master stepped into the bath, his magnificent body settling into the warm water with a sigh. Skinner closed his eyes, and was still. Minutes passed, and Mulder feasted his eyes on his Master, devouring him with his gaze. Skinner's strength, even while resting, was so appealing. Mulder's gaze lingered on the other man's broad chest and hard pecs, the wiry chest hair, and firm, no-nonsense jawline.
Mulder longed to have further proof of the man's ownership, to feel the condition of his slavery even more intensely than at this moment, kneeling here, waiting. He longed to be used, to have Skinner take him, make love to him, overwhelm him with his energy, his power, and his hard muscled body. Mulder couldn't believe that he was kneeling here, butt naked, in this agony of anticipation, waiting for his Master to notice him. It would have made a pretty hot scene, but it was real. This was his life from now on. He tried to get his head around that fact, but the throbbing in his captive cock tormented and distracted him. He had a mental image of himself, kneeling here, wearing three of his Master's rings. He glanced down at them - the collar, the wedding ring, the cock ring, and closed his eyes, imagining what the piercing would feel like, and loving the idea of wearing the final two symbols of slavery that his Master had given to him. Here at last was the escape, the release from everyday life that he had sought for so long, but would it, could it, last? Could he give up everything to Skinner as he had promised, and would his Master love him, and protect him, in the way Mulder craved?
After about twenty minutes of silent devotion on Mulder's part, Skinner sat up.
"Wash me," he commanded.
Mulder scurried to obey. He picked up the soap, and ran it lovingly over his Master's body, delighting in being able to touch the other man. Then he used a washcloth to firmly remove the soap, stealing little kisses along Skinner's shoulders as he worked. His Master smiled tolerantly, amused by his slave's devotion. Finally Skinner stood up, and Mulder dried him down, and then wrapped him in his robe.
"Next time, see that it's warmed," Skinner instructed.
"Yes, Master," Mulder bowed his head, and followed as Skinner went to his bedroom.
"Come here." Skinner pointed to the floor, seating himself on the bed. Mulder scurried over and knelt between his Master's legs. "You've done very well this evening. I know all this is new to you - but you'll learn," Skinner told him, caressing his face softly. "I think you've earned your kiss." He dipped his head down, and claimed Mulder with his mouth, his hard lips opening Mulder's, his tongue thrusting into Mulder's open mouth, tasting him. Mulder surrendered to the embrace, hanging helplessly between his Master's legs, holding onto his knees as the world spun around him. Skinner's kiss was an embrace, a promise, a caress and an act of domination, all rolled into one. Finally, after a thorough exploration of his slave's mouth, Skinner released him.
"Thank you, Master," Mulder gasped.
"You're welcome." Skinner ruffled Mulder's hair. "Now, let me outline a few more rules, Fox. I expect to be woken every weekday morning at 6 am, and every weekend morning at 9 am, with a cup of coffee, my newspaper, and a blow job."
Mulder's eyes widened, then he grinned, and nodded. "I think I can manage that, Master," he said cheerfully.
"I'm sure you can," Skinner commented dryly. "After coffee, I'll apply a little discipline - as much or little as I think you need to remind you of your status in this household." Mulder's cock rocketed into the air at that news. "We have a week to get you settled in. By the time we return to work, hopefully you'll be halfway trained. I expect there will be new trials and tribulations to face then, but we'll deal with them as they arise. That's all you need to know for now," Skinner said. He sat back and gazed at Mulder speculatively. "Now, I think want to feel my new slave's talented mouth again. Open my robe, and suck me."
Mulder did as he was told, eagerly swallowing Skinner's hardening dick. It felt magnificent in his mouth - his master's cock, hard and strong, tasting of Him, smelling of Him.
"Hands behind your back," Skinner instructed, leaning back with a contented sigh. "I want you to devote yourself to your task using only your mouth." Mulder did as instructed, enjoying the semi- bondage of holding his hands behind his back. He gave himself up to his devotion with his usual single-minded attention to detail, devouring Skinner's cock with his experienced tongue. He felt when Skinner was on the verge of coming, and looked up at his Master for further orders. Skinner made a small gesture with his eyes, and Mulder continued his enjoyable task to its conclusion, swallowing his Master's come gratefully. "Good, very good." Skinner stroked Mulder's hair as Mulder cleaned up his spent cock with gentle laps of his tongue. "Now, it's been a long day. I think it's time you were in bed."
Mulder got up eagerly, and started to climb onto the bed, but Skinner laughed, and shook his head. "Your bed, slave. You have to earn the right to sleep with me."
Mulder's heart sank. "Doesn't Master want to?"
"Make use of you? No," Skinner said firmly. "I'll decide when and where. Until then, you'll just have to wait, slave-boy." Skinner stood up, and clicked his fingers at the door. "Remember, the cock ring stays in place - as does the butt plug. All night." Skinner told him, a fierce look in his dark eyes. Mulder swallowed, and nodded. "Fox - I'll expect my wake up call at 9 am," his Master reminded him, his expression softening, and a smile creasing out the severity from his features. Mulder basked in the warmth of that smile for a moment, and then fled.
It felt strange going to bed in his new room. Mulder lay on his back, thinking over the day's events. As a player, he knew that he had finally met his match. Skinner's refusal to sleep with him filled him with awe. The man was playing him like a musical instrument, denying him his pleasure, keeping him always on the edge. Nothing could have turned Mulder on more than being told "no" at this point. By being refused his Master's bed, he now wanted nothing more than to sleep in it. Whereas he had been apprehensive about anal sex, now he longed to welcome Skinner's beautiful cock into his body. The waiting, the wrong-footing, kept him permanently aroused. Mulder couldn't ignore his poor, aching cock any more. The cock ring kept him almost permanently erect, and he wasn't used to the feel of it digging into his flesh. Right now, he just wanted to come - as soon as possible. The fact that his Master had forbidden him to remove the ring was like a red rag to a bull; Mulder thrived on such rebellions. He went into the bathroom, and wrapped a cold wash cloth around his cock, until it was flaccid, then he took off the ring, and within seconds he was fully erect. He lay on his bed, jerking himself off, wriggling to maximise the sensation of the butt plug inside him, poor substitute though it was for his Master's cock. He soon tasted his sweet release, coming harder than he could ever remember in his life before, then he cleaned himself up, and put the cock ring back on. Skinner wouldnt know. How could he?
Mulder returned to bed, smiling to himself. He would use this situation to get what he wanted, but still retain his own control. Skinner couldn't stop him doing what he liked in the privacy of his own bedroom. Mulder had no intention of submitting beyond the level that gave him his own pleasure - maybe his new Master had met his match too.
Feeling pleased with himself, he closed his eyes, and thought longingly of the contents of that Playroom, with its vast, wide windows looking out onto a world that couldn't look back in. Soonsoonsoon
End of Part 3
Part Four: A Marked Man.
Mulder heard the alarm clock beep, and rolled over, ignoring it. The beeping didn't go away, so, with a sigh, he turned back, and opened his eyesthen sat up straight, suddenly remembering where he was, and, more importantly, what he was, and to whom.
The clock told him it was 8.30, and Mulder was amazed that he had slept so well. Usually his nights were trials of insomnia, which was partly why he slept on the couch - at least that way he could flick through the TV when he couldn't get back to sleep. Of course, his unusually long slumber could probably be explained by the fact that he had been exhausted by the events of the previous day. Mulder felt a thrill deep in his stomach as he remembered everything that had happened to him over the past 24 hours. The gold rings, nearly passing out on finding that Skinner was his new owner, being brought here, that fantasy Playroom down the corridor, kneeling naked before his Master, being caressed by him, fondled by himkissed by him. Mulder didn't usually kiss his tops, nor did he expect them to kiss him. This was different though - this was someone who had known him for years, unlike the usual ships that pass in the night scenario that had been the more usual pattern of his sexual relationships. This wasthis was more like it had been with Phoebe. Mulder bit down on his lip. That had ended badly - would the same problems occur this time, in thiscould he honestly call it a relationship?
Mulder got up, and noticed that the butt plug had fallen out in the middle of the night. He retrieved it and washed it, then took a shower, making sure he cleaned himself thoroughly, inside and out, wondering whether Skinner would put him out of his misery today, and use him in the way he wanted to be used. Afterwards he lubed himself up, and carefully inserted the plug again. Skinner wouldn't know, and anyway, how could Mulder be expected to keep the damn thing in when he was asleep?
He glanced at the clock again. 8:50. Mulder scrambled into his sweatpants and a tee-shirt, and ran downstairs, barefoot, trying not to make too much noise. Skinner's newspaper was sitting outside the door. He retrieved it, made a cup of coffee for himself, and drank it, flicking through the newspaper. Then he made a coffee for Skinner, and took it up to his Master's bedroom. It was 9:05, but Mulder reasoned that a few minutes here or there wouldn't make much difference. Skinner was asleep, his large, muscled arms splayed out on the bed. Mulder put the coffee and paper on the nightstand, and looked down on his sleeping Master for a long moment. Without his glasses, lying fast asleep, unguarded, Skinner seemed strangely different - somehow innocent, and much younger. Mulder gazed at him curiously, suddenly appreciating how much of Skinner's power lay not in his magnificent physique, but in the depths of those dark eyes, and the power of that rich, deep voice, that could send shivers up his spine. Mulder tingled all over in anticipation.
He quickly removed his clothing, and slid under the bedclothes. It was warm and dark underneath, and smelled of his Master - it was a good smell; musky, and masculine, but inviting and arousing too. Mulder's cock was hard before he even located Skinner's. He got comfortable, curled up beside Skinner's groin, then gently flicked a tongue over his Master's sleeping cock, reasoning that Skinner would probably wake with a shriek of surprise if he went straight in for some deep-throating without any foreplay first. He heard Skinner shift, and mumble something, then the big man's hand appeared by Mulder's head and stroked his hair softly, and he heard little murmured words of encouragement. Duly encouraged, Mulder took the rapidly hardening cock in his mouth and swallowed it. He was good at oral sex - as a sub, it had been one of the main ways he had served his various tops, as he had rarely allowed them to penetrate him anally, after a couple of painful experiences.
Mulder sucked Skinner's cock gently, then squeezed the tip between his tongue, and the roof of his mouth. Skinner's hand increased its stroking motion on Mulder's hair so he guessed the big man was enjoying this move. Mulder took even more of the cock in his mouth - Skinner was so big that he hoped he could bring him off quickly, or he'd have a sore jaw all day. Luckily, Skinner was happy to oblige, and a few minutes of hard, but entirely pleasurable work on Mulder's part, brought the desired result. Mulder swallowed Skinner's come, then cleaned the other man up, before wriggling up the bed, and poking his head out of the top of the sheets.
"Good morning, Master." He grinned. "I trust it is a good morning." He licked his lips pointedly, tasting Skinner's come on them.
Skinner shook his head, and gave a deep laugh. "Yes, slave - a very good morning. Thank you." He sat up, picked up his coffee, sipped it, and glanced at the clock. "However, when I say 9, I mean 9. Not 8:58, or 9:05. Understood?" He asked.
Mulder pouted. "Sorry, Master," he muttered, privately thinking Skinner was making a big fuss about nothing.
"And next time - wear slippers, or socks when you're running around first thing in the morning. Your feet are freezing."
"Yes, Master," Mulder murmured, feeling somewhat crushed.
"And as for this newspaper." Skinner held it up with a frown. "It isn't ironed."
"What?" Mulder gasped.
Skinner grinned. "Just kidding. Your wake up call wasn't bad for a first attempt." Skinner tousled his hair affectionately. "One of your problems is bending the rules, Fox, just a little bit here and there, thinking it doesn't matter - but it does. I expect to be obeyed to the letter. The sooner you understand that, the easier it'll be for you."
"Yes, Master." Mulder made a face. "Being a slave isn't easy, Master," he muttered mournfully.
Skinner laughed, and reached out a big arm to pull Mulder close against his naked chest. "I know," Skinner told his slave with a theatrical sigh.
"You do?" Mulder looked up in surprise.
"Of course." Skinner's eyes looked different without his glasses - closer, naked, more intense. "Everybody is owned by someone - we're all slaves to something."
Mulder's mouth opened in surprise. "Who owns you?" He asked. Who would dare? He thought.
"I have a very demanding, very beautiful mistress," Skinner replied.
A woman? Skinner had a woman? Of course he did. Why did Mulder think that he would be attractive to a man like Skinner? To someone this big, strong, attractive, and self-assured. No, Skinner had just taken him as a slave to amuse himself and get all that damn ironing of his done. He didn't feel anything more for him than that. Mulder felt a stabbing wave of the most intense jealousy deep in his gut. He was appalled by himself - how had he gotten to feel this strongly in less than 24 hours? There was such a vulnerability for him in this situation. If it hadn't been Skinner, someone he already knew, and, if he was honest, liked and respected, then maybe he wouldn't be feeling like this. Mulder sat up, unable to control his emotions, knowing they were splayed across his face as obvious as if he had said them out loud. He had felt like this with Phoebe, and he could see the whole thing happening again. He was right never to get involved, never to have more than a few one night stands and safe, twice a week visits with a series of faceless tops. It hurt too much to be devoted to someone, and have that devotion thrown back in your face.
Skinner was gazing at him intently.
"Who is she? Where does she live? How often do you see her?" Mulder demanded.
"She's called Wanda, and I see her every day," Skinner replied calmly, unfazed by the interrogation and the tone it was delivered in. "She has big green eyes, and long, elegant limbs. She's the most beautiful creature in the world, and she lives here. In fact, I believe you're sitting next to her right now."
"What?" Mulder frowned. Skinner pulled up the sheet, and Mulder found himself looking down into a pair of sparkling emerald eyes.
"Wanda." Skinner patted his thigh, and an exquisite cat emerged from under the bedclothes. She treated Mulder to a disdainful look, then padded onto Skinner's lap, and settled there with a contented purr. Mulder hated her on sight. Skinner rubbed her behind her ears, and Mulder glared. You will not be jealous of a catyou will not be jealous of a cathe repeated to himself, trying to get a grip. Skinner sighed, and pulled Mulder's head onto his chest, then rubbed him behind the ears too.
"So, the little green eyed devil plays with your heart," he whispered.
Mulder nodded, wretchedly, and arched his back, leaning into Skinner's caress. "I'm sorry, Master," he whispered.
"Don't ever be ashamed of your feelings - just be honest about them," Skinner told him firmly. "I want to know how you're feeling. I'm not a mind reader - I need to know what goes on inside your convoluted brain, slave."
Mulder moved his head, and gazed at the cat. She was very beautiful, with soft, creamy-colored short fur. "Is she a special breed, Master?" He asked.
"Yes - she's a Burmese." Skinner carried on rubbing both his pets.
"Wanda - that's a pretty name."
"I named her after the character in Venus in Furs. I am Severin to her capricious majesty." Skinner gave a rumbling laugh. Mulder glanced up at him, a question in his eyes. "Haven't you read that book?" Skinner asked in surprise. Mulder shook his head. "Well then you must!" Skinner said firmly. "I'll give it to you to take to your room and I expect you to read it. How about The Story of O, and The Torture Garden? They're all classics of the genre, Fox."
"I've heard of them, but haven't read them. I suppose I'm not very well read on these matters, Master." Mulder made a face, privately thinking that he'd learned all he needed to know from the top shelf of the video store.
"Your education has been woefully lacking," Skinner lamented. "You will read all of them, and I want you to tell me how you felt after each one. Which aroused you, and why. What in particular worked for you, and what scenes raised strong emotions."
"Yes, Master," Mulder agreed. It didn't exactly sound like a chore. "I did flick through something by the Marquis de Sade, once." He heard Skinner make a grunting sound, and looked up. "He wasn't on your list, Master."
"Read him, if you want." Skinner shrugged.
"You don't like his writing? I'm surprised." Mulder's eyes were alight with curiosity. "In many ways I suppose I view myself as a masochist" Mulder began hesitantly. "Does Master not view himself as a sadist?"
"No. Oh no." Skinner smiled, and traced a finger lovingly down his slave's face, and over his lips. "Not a sadist, no - I'm a sensualist, Fox." He said the word sensualist in such a deep, sexy tone that Mulder's cock leapt in response. He gazed at his Master thoughtfully, then settled his head back on Skinner's chest. "There are many great erotic poems, and novels." Skinner continued to play with Mulder's ears as he talked. "I'll introduce you to some of them, Fox. I expect my slave to be interested in more than flying saucers, and chasing after monsters. It's very easy to become totally focused on one area of your life, and neglect the many other sides of your personality. It happened to me once, and cost me dear. I won't allow it to happen again."
Mulder's ears pricked up at that. "What happened, Master?" He asked, holding his breath.
Skinner smiled and shook his head. "I told you yesterday - personal questions are not permitted at this stage of your slavery."
Mulder fought down a wave of curiosity and irritation. He wanted to know what kind of man his new Master was, damn it! He wanted to reconcile the strict, no-nonsense bureaucrat he had always known Skinner to be, with the relaxed, inventive, and devastatingly attractive sensualist he had already found his Master to be.
Mulder watched out of the corner of his eye as Skinner read his paper, and finished his coffee. The agent's cock hardened even more as he remembered what had been promised after coffee. Finally, Skinner put the paper to one side, and glanced down on his slave. "I see that you remember what I told you last night about our morning routine." He looked pointedly at Mulder's cock which was straining prettily within its gold ring.
"Yes, sir." Mulder held his breath. He liked being spanked - but he had always decided when, where, what implement, and how many strokes before. There had been negotiation, and safe words - Mulder had, basically, always been in control. This was different. This time, his Master would decide, and Mulder would have no choice but to submit, to fully relinquish all control. The idea of it excited him, even as much as he feared it.
"Kneel beside the bed," Skinner commanded, and Mulder scrambled to do his bidding, dislodging the sleeping Wanda in his haste. She shot him a look of utter disgust, and left the bedroom with her tail held high in the air in jaunty protest. "Every morning, you'll present yourself to me for discipline," Skinner informed his slave. "When you do you'll be humble, and contrite - or I'll certainly make you so during your punishment. I would therefore advise you to present yourself without attitude."
"Yes, Master." Mulder muttered, his whole body tingling in anticipation.
"Shoulders straight," Skinner ordered. "Hands behind your back, head down." Mulder did as commanded. "Knees wider - that's right, display your pretty cock for me. Good. This is the pose I'll expect to you to assume prior to punishment, or whenever you're being scolded."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded, wide-eyed.
Skinner continued. "Sometimes I'll punish you for misdeeds and disobedience the previous day, but even if your behavior has been exemplary, you will be spanked every morning. This is to enforce in your mind the knowledge that you are subject to my will, that your position in this household is one of slave, and that you may be punished solely for my pleasure - for no other reason than that it pleases me to tan my slave's naked ass. I find it's a very successful method for focusing a slave's mind on his duties for the rest of the day, and most particularly on his status."
"Yes, Master." Mulder bit down on his lip, seriously aroused by the idea.
"On this occasion though, we have some real issues to address, don't we?" Skinner placed a finger under Mulder's chin and lifted it up, so that the younger man was gazing at him. Mulder's eyes widened. "Mmaster?" he stammered. "I've tried to do everything you asked, I"
"You've disobeyed a direct order," Skinner said firmly.
Mulder racked his brains. "I don't remember, Master."
"Then let me refresh your memory," Skinner told him curtly. "Last night, I told you not to remove your cock ring, and gave you strict instructions not to come without my permission. You disobeyed me."
Mulder sat back on his heels, his open mouth in surprise. How could Skinner have known what Mulder got up to in the privacy of his bedroom? "I didn't!" He blurted.
Skinner looked at him steadily for a long time, until Mulder began to blush, and couldn't hold that stare any more. "The punishment for lying is considerably more than for disobedience," Skinner told him. "Now, I'll ask you again - did you jerk off last night?"
Mulder considered bluffing it out, then gave in with a sigh. "Yes, Master." He flushed bright red, and dropped his gaze, unable to meet Skinner's eyes.
"And you removed your cock ring, which I specifically told you was to stay in place until such time as I chose to remove it." Skinner continued the interrogation in a cool, thorough manner.
"Yes, Master." Mulder bowed his head, feeling a sense of awed anticipation. His first taste of discipline at his new Master's hands, and he was guilty of so many offenses! His butt ached already.
"Do you have anything else to confess?" Skinner asked.
"No, Master." Mulder shook his head, his stomach turning to jelly. Wasn't this bad enough as it was?
"Wrong answer." Skinner gripped his chin firmly, and raised his head again so that Mulder was looking into those strong, merciless dark eyes once more. "That's two lies," Skinner said.
Mulder remembered the butt plug, too late. "The plug fell out, Master. Please, I didn't do that on purpose," he said desperately.
Skinner shook his head. "The first thing you should have done was tell me what had happened. I would have been lenient with you if you had done that. Instead, you've just made things worse."
Much to his surprise, Mulder found that he was shaking. "How did you know, Master?" He whispered.
"It's virtually impossible to hold that particular butt plug in place while you sleep - it's too slender and not the right shape." Skinner shrugged, giving a wry, wicked grin. "I wanted to see how honest you are - I can see that's another area we're going to have to work on. Tonight, I'll see that the plug is chained in place."
"Yes, Master." Mulder looked at Skinner miserably, waiting to hear his sentence.
Skinner gazed at him speculatively for a moment. "I was going to just use my hand, to get to know the feel of my new slave, and observe his reactions, but I see we have some serious work to do here, so I'm clearly going to have to be more severe than I intended. I will not allow disobedience or deceit to go unpunished - that's a lesson that you might as well learn early in your slavery, to save yourself considerable discomfort later on. I want you to go up to your bedroom, and bring me your hairbrush," Skinner ordered.
Mulder bit on his lip, his stomach quaking. His hairbrush had a flat, tortoiseshell back, and he was sure it would pack a deadly smack. He got up, and walked towards the door.
"Fox." Skinner called him back. "Take your clothing with you." The big man gestured at the sweatpants and tee shirt strewn on the floor. "For this next week, whenever we are alone together at home, you will be naked," Skinner said firmly. "I enjoy looking at my naked slave, and your lack of clothing will also help you to focus your mind on what you have become. I want there to be no doubt in your mind that you are owned, subject to your Master's will and whim. When this lesson is learned, you'll be allowed to wear clothing more often, at my discretion of course."
"Yes, Master." Mulder picked up the clothes, and carried them back up to his bedroom. He was surprised to find that he was still shaking. This was getting serious. Every nerve-ending in his body screamed his arousal at the same time as making him tremble in worry about his own helpless lack of control. He was now scared stiff about the spanking, and berated himself every step of the way for trying to lie his way out of his predicament.
Mulder dumped the clothes on his bed, and picked up the hairbrush, already hating the innocuous object. How the hell had Skinner known? Did he have eyes in the back of that bald skull of his? And how the hell was Mulder going to manipulate his Master if he was always going to be one step ahead? He had a sudden idea, and glanced up at the ceiling. He saw the box housing the bell in one corner, and got on the chair, and fiddled around with it, checking it for a hidden camera. He couldn't see anything, but it was the only explanation for Skinner's prescience that he could think of. He was busily examining it when it let out a loud chime that sent Mulder falling off the chair and onto the carpet in surprise. He realized that his Master was sitting awaiting his return, and cursed himself once again for knowing how to unerringly get into trouble. He grabbed the brush and ran back down to Skinner's bedroom, jumping the steps two at a time.
The big man glared at him. "What did you do? Go out and buy a less painful one?" He demanded. "When I send you on an errand, I expect you to come straight back, not dawdle."
"Sorry, Master," Mulder gulped, still none the wiser on whether Skinner had just guessed about him jerking off, or really did have a camera installed in his bedroom. He handed Skinner the hairbrush, noticing as he did so that his Master had placed several pillows on his lap.
"Present it properly!" Skinner ordered, and Mulder knelt down, assumed the kneeling position he had been taught earlier, head down, shoulders back, and held the hairbrush out. There was a long pause during which Mulder was dying to look up, but he restrained himself. Finally, the hairbrush was taken out of his hands, and he immediately placed them behind his back as he had been instructed.
"This will do very well I think." Skinner slapped the hairbrush against his hand a couple of times, making a resounding smacking sound. Mulder closed his eyes, feeling giddy. "All right - over my lap." Skinner pointed, and Mulder arranged his long body on top of the pillows. Skinner pulled him into place. "I'd make sure you're comfortable if I were you," Skinner commented dryly. "You're going to be there for quite some time." Mulder wriggled into a position where he could breathe easily. His butt was pushed up as if it were an offering - he felt as if it were sky high, with all those pillows under his thighs. Finally, he was still - feeling cushioned and warm, lying face down on the bed, across his Master's legs. He felt Skinner's hand on his butt, and tensed, but no blows were forthcoming. Instead, Skinner stroked his buttocks, kneading them, and occasionally pinching them. Mulder started to relax. Skinner took hold of the end of the butt plug, and pulled it out, placing it on the nightstand. Mulder relaxed even more without the need to keep the object clenched so tightly between his butt cheeks.
"I'm going to save the hairbrush for after I've given you a good hand spanking," Skinner told him, in a low, sexy growl. "I enjoy feeling a slave squirm under my hand - I wouldn't want to deprive myself of that pleasure. Open your legs." Mulder obeyed, feeling exposed, his hole open and gaping. "Wider." Skinner's fingers dipped into his lubed opening, and Mulder gasped. "Relax." Skinner stroked him, soothing him, and finally Mulder gave in, allowing the probing. Then, with two fingers still inside his slave, Skinner gave Mulder's buttocks a light tap with his other hand, then another. He continued with the taps, covering Mulder's whole bottom, until it began to glow a light pink. "Goodthis is a good color for you," he observed. Mulder made a face into the pillow he was resting on. His bottom felt deliciously warm, and he was all too aware of those two fingers still inside him. The taps morphed into harder, heavier slaps, and Mulder started to wriggle - increasing the stimulation of those two fingers probing his anus. The slaps picked up in pace and with them went Mulder's squirming body.
"Master" he panted, wanting some relief from the endless slaps, twisting against those fingers, every lunge from him causing them to thrust deeper inside him.
"Yes, slave?"
"PleaseMaster" he begged. He didn't really want it to stop, but at the same time, he was both aroused and worried by the fact that he couldn't stop it if he had wanted to. The slaps were harder and faster now, and Mulder's cock was straining for release. He started to move his hips, to rub his cock against the pillows.
"Remember, slave - you're forbidden to come," Skinner told him.
"Yes, Master" Mulder gasped, as the smacks got harder, making him howl and wriggle so much that he almost fell off the pillows he was rested on.
"Keep still," Skinner commanded. He withdrew his fingers and pressed down on Mulder's waist to keep him very firmly in place. Now his hand covered every inch of Mulder's flaming bottom, hitting home with a series of resounding loud slaps until Mulder was crying out loud, sure that he couldn't bear the intensity any more. Then, suddenly, without warning, it stopped.
"Now for the brush," Skinner informed him.
Mulder tensed up, expecting a stinging slap from the hated object, but instead, Skinner ran the cold, smooth, tortoiseshell surface over his burning buttocks, cooling them. Then he began to tap, just as he had before, working into a rhythm that was light, and comfortable. Mulder's muscles turned to jelly as he lay there, accepting the caressing strokes. Then suddenly, without warning, the rhythm changed, and a powerful slap reigned down on his reddened flesh.
"OW!" He cried out. This was far worse than anything that had gone before - this was real punishment.
"This" Skinner brought the brush down hard on his lower buttocks, drawing another anguished sob from his hapless slave, "is for disobeying me by removing the cock ring." He slapped down two hard strokes in succession, making Mulder squeal and squirm fruitlessly under his big hand. It was no use - Mulder was like a butterfly pinned to a board, his body pressed into the pillows by Skinner's superior strength. "And this" Two more viciously stinging blows descended on Mulder's quivering, unprotected flesh. "Is for lying to me about jerking off." The slaps for lying came fast and furious, making that point very clear. Mulder was surprised to find tears running down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he gasped. "Ow! I won't lie again."
"Good. These are for the other lie - about the butt plug." Skinner delivered several more stinging blows until Mulder felt as if his whole butt was on fire. He gave up his incessant squirming, and just lay there, moaning and sobbing into his pillow. "These" Skinner brought the hairbrush down smartly on the top of Mulder's thighs, and Mulder almost jumped out of his skin, "Are for jerking off."
"You just punished me for jerking off!" Mulder protested. His protest was met by swats of even more force.
"No, I punished you for lying about it. This is for the disobedience," Skinner told him, raining several more blows down on the tops of Mulder's thighs in swift succession. Mulder's sobbing started in earnest as the spanking continued. His tortured butt felt as if it had been blistered from waist to knee.
"Please, please, please" he moaned incoherently, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he was aware that the slaps were softer, dissipating into little taps, and finally they stopped altogether. Skinner wound down by repeating the warm up, his probing fingers entered between Mulder's twin globes of reddened flesh, his other hand gently slapping and tapping the tortured buttocks, finally ending by stroking them softly. Then Skinner dipped his head, and licked the hot skin, teasing it with his teeth, giving a series of gentle bites, before finishing with that part of Mulder's anatomy, and withdrawing his fingers.
Mulder lay there, stunned. He had never been so comprehensively, and yet so lovingly, erotically, punished in his entire life. It had been hard to bear, but paradoxically he was glad that Skinner had made him bear it. He was dimly coming to understand what Skinner meant when he called himself a sensualist.
"Lie there for a moment," Skinner told him, in a low, intense tone. His fingers continued to lightly stroke Mulder's hot flesh as Mulder sobbed his heart out. Skinner moved one hand to Mulder's sweaty hair, and stroked that as well as his butt.
"Hush, it's all over," he soothed. "Hush, hush, little slave. You've been well punished, and your Master is very pleased with you for taking it so bravely. It was a hard lesson, but I'm sure you've learned it well. Hush." He continued to talk in that low, soothing tone, until Mulder's sobs finally dissipated, and then the slave turned his head to gaze at his punished bottom over his shoulder.
"Is it blistered?" He asked tremulously.
Skinner shook his head, and laughed. "It just feels that way. It's certainly a nice color though," he winked.
Mulder winced as he caught sight of his bright red cheeks - but Skinner was right. The flesh was burning hot but entirely unmarked by lines. He was amazed. It felt so much worse than it looked!
"I like the way you look when you've been punished," Skinner mused. "I like seeing signs of my ownership imprinted on your flesh. I think that a permanent mark will be necessary eventually."
"Bbranding?" Mulder asked fearfully, remembering what Skinner had mentioned previously.
"Hmmm." Skinner considered the matter thoughtfully. "I think branding would work. Maybe a tattoo as well. Two marks." He gently tickled Mulder's balls through his open legs. "Not yet though. Such a mark would be a sign of great commitment. I could only go ahead with it as part of a deeper level of understanding between us. It's far too early to think of such a marking."
Mulder's heart sank at that news. He didn't like the idea of experiencing the pain of a branding, but the idea of being permanently marked as his Master's property was curiously appealing. He wanted to be worthy of the brand, and worried that he wouldn't be able to convince Skinner that he was.
"I do like the idea of marking you as mine though - and also of forcing you to remember, in these early stages when you're still very prone to forgetting, that you are a slave," Skinner mused, his fingers resting lightly on Mulder's warm cheeks. "I think that I'll keep you marked for a while to help teach you that little lesson."
"Marked, Master?" Mulder asked, tremulously.
"With a crop - or a switch," Skinner said. Mulder's stomach flipped. Both those instruments hurt - big time. "A couple of welts should help you keep your condition in mind, don't you think?" Skinner asked.
"I don't know," Mulder replied, somewhat acerbically.
Skinner laughed out loud. "I do," he said, slapping Mulder's butt heartily. Mulder yelped.
Skinner picked up his paper again, and began reading it. Mulder gazed at him for a moment, then wriggled off the pillows, and slid up the bed, putting his head under the paper, and laying it on his Master's warm, furry chest. Skinner smiled, and looked down on his slave, then kissed his forehead gently. He put his arms around Mulder, and held him. Mulder lay there for a long time, still hiccuping occasionally, his butt throbbing. It felt so good to be held, and comforted. That had so often been lacking in his previous encounters with tops - not because they had not been willing, but because he had never let them. The endorphins kicked in, taking Mulder to some other plane. He was aware, dreamily, of his beating heart, of Skinner's beating heart, of the big man's chest hair scratching the side of his cheek, of the warmth of his Master's flesh, and the pleasing ache in his own buttocks. He sighed contentedly, and nestled closer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Skinner pick up the hairbrush again, and he gave a little whimper, and held on to his Master's chest more tightly.
Skinner shook his head. "It's okay, little one. I'm just going to do this" He placed the hairbrush gently against the side of Mulder's head and began to stroke it through his hair, smoothing it. It was such a beautiful sensation, that Mulder began to bliss out.
"Tell me" Skinner murmured, his low tone not breaking the mood. "Who was the first person to spank you?"
"My mom." Mulder sighed. "She just used to smack the backs of my legs though, when I was small - nothing more than any other kid receives, and she never spanked me on my butt. It didn't scar me for life or anything. My father never disciplined me like that. He was never there for a start, and when he was well let's just say that he had his own special ways of making his disapproval felt," Mulder trailed off. "I can't blame them for me being like this - corporal punishment really wasn't a big feature of our household. Hell, I think I was just born this way," he said, with a big grin. "Not that I think there's anything wrong with it, everyone's got their own fetish after all, just that it's a pain in the butt sometimes - literally." He grinned again.
"And as an adult? Who was the first person to spank you then?" Skinner asked.
"Phoebe. Only she" Mulder hesitated. "It didn't feel safe. The first time she did it, I thought I'd die from the pain. I'd fantasized about it for years, but the reality was different - it hurt. In my jerk-off fantasies, it didn't - I just had the concept of pain, not the reality."
"Hmm, yes. The first time can be a shock - it doesn't sound as if your girlfriend handled it very sensitively," Skinner mused.
"She told me I was a wimp for crying, but it just brought up all these feelings. I wanted to be" Mulder stopped, and buried his head in Skinner's chest, but that gentle stroking on his hair continued.
"Go on," Skinner's voice was soft, but insistent. "I told you - I want you to be honest."
Mulder nodded. "Loved," he whispered. "She made me feel weak, and useless. I came to believe her too - all the things she said about me not being strong enough to take it, and not being good enough to be with someone like her. It was kind of the way my dad used to make me feel. That whole sense of being a giant disappointment to everyone." Mulder glanced up, and caught Skinner in an unguarded moment. The expression on the other man's face took him by surprise. There was something akin to fury reflected in those dark eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear all this crap," Mulder apologized.
"On the contrary," Skinner replied, his expression quickly being replaced by the inscrutable mask he usually presented to his slave. "Continue," he commanded.
Mulder nodded. "After we split up, I just sought out the pain - there didn't seem any point wanting anything more. I suppose I pursued the pain - I craved it, and then I skipped out as soon as I received it. The catharsis was reached, and I was cut loose, adrift. It wasn't the fault of my partners though" Mulder looked up into Skinner's dark eyes. "It was me. I didn't wanted to get close, to be obligated, or known, but this" He hesitated again, and Skinner's big arms squeezed him encouragingly, "this is different," he mumbled into Skinner's chest, feeling a lump forming in his throat, and tears squeezing from his eyes. He knew the tears were partly the aftermath of such a thorough and skilled spanking, but he was angry with himself. Usually he could get out before this mood hit him, but this situation didn't allow him to do that. He was forced to stay, forced to accept the comfort he had so long told himself he didn't require, because with it came obligation, and affection, and with that he was soon disappointing the very people he most wanted to love him. He tried to rub the tears away surreptitiously, but Skinner reached out two gentle fingers and wiped them away for him.
"Forget everybody else. You belong to me now," Skinner told him, his tone so strict that Mulder looked up in surprise. "And I'm an exacting Master, Fox. I'll train you well, but it's a hard path."
"I know, Master." Mulder nodded. "I want it, Master," he added.
"Good. I'm starving - let's get breakfast."
Skinner sent Mulder on ahead, while he took a shower and got dressed. Mulder mooched around in the kitchen, finding some cereal and laying two bowls on the kitchen table. Skinner appeared a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of tight denim jeans that showed off his long legs, and a tight white tee shirt, that did the same for his chest. He smelled of soap and toothpaste, and Mulder's cock showed its appreciation - something that Skinner signally failed to notice.
"Does Master want me to feed the cat as well?" Mulder asked, glancing at Wanda who was winding her way around Skinner's legs in a none-too-subtle fashion.
"Absolutely not." Skinner looked shocked. He picked up the elegant cat, and lovingly kissed her behind the ears. "I will serve Wanda, just as you serve me. We all know our place in this world." He bestowed another kiss on Wanda's delicate little nose and Mulder sighed, suspecting he'd always come second to the damn cat.
"Of all the Masters, in all the world, I have to be owned by the one who goes gooey over a stupid cat," he muttered under his breath. He was immediately rewarded by a firm slap on his already sore butt.
"Ow!" he squealed.
"Then don't push me." Skinner frowned. "Now sit down, and eat." He took a seat himself, and watched as Mulder eased himself gingerly into his chair, wincing slightly as he did so.
"I've never eaten naked and collared before," Mulder said, glancing down ruefully at his ringed cock.
"Get used to it," Skinner told him, grinning.
After breakfast, Skinner piled a mound of shirts into Mulder's arms and commanded him to get ironing. He was under strict instructions to present the first results of his labors to his Master for his approval. Mulder slaved over that shirt for fully thirty minutes, doing his best with it, but his efforts were met by a raised eyebrow from his Master.
"Using steam might help," Skinner observed.
"Steam?" Mulder repeated blankly.
Skinner got up, took hold of his slave's ear, walked him back into the laundry room, and showed him how to add water to the iron.
"Steam." Skinner repeated firmly.
Mulder wondered at the miracles of the modern steam iron as he made a much more passable attempt at the shirt on his second go. Skinner still sent him back to put some extra effort into the collar but finally, after an hour, he had managed to iron one whole shirt to his Master's satisfaction. Skinner left him there for the remainder of the morning, and Mulder stared dreamily into space as he ironed on automatic pilot. He ran through that spanking again, his buttocks still throbbing pleasantly from the memory. Occasionally he picked up the shirt he was working on, and pressed it to his nose. He could just smell the faint scent of his Master, clinging to the fabric even after washing. Mulder inhaled - it was a clean, musky smell. He idled away a few minutes fantasizing about it being bottled in some way, for him to smell whenever he needed his fix. He was so spaced out that he barely noticed when Skinner returned to the laundry room.
"Fox." Skinner waved at him. "Hello? What were you thinking?" He asked, when Mulder finally looked at him.
"Oh, I was just wondering how the hell I came to be standing here, butt naked, next to an extremely hot object," Mulder said with a heartfelt sigh.
"Tell me that you're referring to me, and not the iron, and I might just let you out of here," Skinner said with a gleam in his eye.
"Oh, definitely you, Master," Mulder replied with a grin.
"Okay, get moving then. I think it's time I showed you some of the other facilities in this building." He held the door open, and Mulder sidled past him - but he wasn't quick enough to evade the slap that descended on his naked butt.
"That's for the lie you just told," Skinner grinned
"Aren't you ever going to let me get away with anything?" Mulder whined.
"No." Skinner handed Mulder his sweats, tee shirt, and sneakers, and then beckoned him to follow.
"Where are we going, Master?" Mulder asked, as Skinner pressed the button for the basement.
"There's a pool, and a gym in this apartment building. The 18th floor elevator card I gave you grants you access," Skinner said, as they got out of the elevator. He showed Mulder to a small pool, and a well-equipped gym.
"You'll swim every morning before waking me. 5:15 to 5.45, Skinner told his slave.
Mulder pouted. "That's very early, Master," he pointed out neutrally, not wanting to earn himself another swat.
"That's all right - you'll be having a lot of early nights so you'll be getting more than enough sleep." Skinner grinned. Mulder's heart sank. "We'll use the gym together on various occasions after work. You can spot me, and I'll make sure you're put through your paces - I want to work on building up some definition in your arms and legs - not much, just toning. For today though" Skinner glanced at the empty pool. "It looks like we have the place to ourselves. Get undressed, and start swimming," he commanded.
Mulder stared at him. "I don't have my speedos, Master," he protested.
"I don't want you to wear them." Skinner grinned. "I want to see your red butt doing lengths in that pool. Now!" He snapped. Mulder jumped, and began to strip off his clothing. Skinner removed the cock ring, then beckoned with his head for Mulder to dive in.
Mulder gasped as the cold water made contact with his still warm backside, the chlorine stinging his sensitive flesh. He was desperately worried that someone would come in and see him, red ass up, but also enjoyed the sheer sensory delight of swimming naked, his cock hanging down, the water caressing his skin. Skinner watched him swim for half an hour, then beckoned Mulder out of the pool. They returned to the apartment, where Mulder was set about doing various menial tasks for the rest of the day, before Skinner called for take-out, and instructed Mulder to assume his submissive position for feeding.
"Whilst in this position you'll speak only when spoken to," Skinner told him. "Other than that you'll remain silent. Understood?"
Mulder nodded.
"Good. I'm going to outline some of the activities I have planned for the rest of this week, so that you can become accustomed to the idea of them in advance," Skinner informed him, as he spooned some food into Mulder's waiting mouth, then took a forkful himself and chewed it thoughtfully before continuing. "Training a completely obedient and submissive slave, who is also charming, intelligent, witty, cultured, thoughtful and can show initiative, is a long, hard process. I don't expect to complete it in a week - but I do expect to cover the basics. You should make the most of this week, Fox. It's unlikely that you'll receive this much time and attention once we return to work."
Mulder nodded, keeping his eyes low, waiting to be fed again. The food was delicious - Skinner clearly had great taste in restaurants.
"I have a small, private party planned for next Friday evening," Skinner informed him. Mulder looked up in surprise, then lowered his eyes again, as he had been commanded. "I will be inviting close personal friends - and will take the opportunity to show off my new slave. By then, I'll expect you to be walking to the leash, to entertain, and serve, and to submit publicly to whatever attention I wish to bestow upon you."
Mulder looked up again. "Publicly?" he blurted, then bit down on his lip, aware that he wasn't allowed to speak.
"Publicly," Skinner repeated, allowing the transgression to pass with nothing more than a glare. "I should make one thing clear - you'll be displayed naked at the party. While I expect my friends to bring their subs, I'll specify that they should be clothed. You will be the only one without clothing. The whole point of the party is to show you off, after all," he grinned. Mulder felt a flush start at his neck, and flood up his face. "You're embarrassed by the idea?" Skinner asked.
Mulder nodded. "Yes, Master," he whispered. "Please don't make me do it."
"It's my wish," Skinner said firmly. "You'll obey."
"Yes, Master." Mulder bit down on his lip again.
"If you're not naked, how can I display the signs of my ownership?" Skinner told him. "On Friday, the only things you'll be wearing are my rings - all five of them."
Mulder looked up, the panic showing in his eyes.
"Don't worry." Skinner smiled, and caressed his slave's hair gently. "I'll pierce you towards the middle of the week. Probably on Wednesday or Thursday. It will be an important experience for you. Trust me."
"Willdoes Master intend to do the piercing himself then?" Mulder faltered, surprised and aroused by that thought.
"Of course." Skinner nodded. "I'm fully proficient so you needn't worry. I wouldn't bring anyone else in - I don't want you to speak to anyone else between now and your return to work, even at the party. That way you can learn to focus entirely on me, and my demands, and it will reinforce the fact that your sole aim in life is to think of ways of pleasing me."
"Yes, Master," Mulder whispered, thinking of X Files, and bureaucratic procedure, and how very unlikely it was that when they returned to work he would be half as obedient as he was kneeling here, enjoying himself in this extended sex game. He had a feeling that he wasn't likely to please Skinner any more in their professional lives than he had before he had signed that slavery contract.
"Good. Next Saturday I'll take you out shopping," Skinner continued with the timetable, "to buy you clothes. Sunday will be spent preparing for our return to work, and discussing what will be expected of you. After that - we'll take it as it comes. Do you have any questions, Fox?" He lifted Mulder's chin so that Mulder was looking into his eyes.
"Only one, Master," Mulder said softly. "When will you fuck me?"
Skinner was silent for a long moment, looking down on his slave, and Mulder wondered whether he should have asked that question, but it had been preying on his mind. Skinner was keeping him in an almost permanent state of arousal, and not only was he refused his own release, but Skinner was also refusing to take any pleasure from using Mulder himself. Skinner studied him intently, then leaned forward, and drew Mulder's head close.
"Is that what you want, slave?" He hissed into Mulder's ear.
Mulder moaned, his cock hardening unbearably. "Yes, Master," he replied.
"It'll happen," Skinner stated, "when I'm good and ready, slave."
"Yes, Masterplease, Masterwill Master allow me to come?" Mulder requested.
"Now?" Skinner raised an eyebrow.
"Sometime soon," Mulder begged weakly.
"No, slave. It's another hard lesson for you to learn, but I've told you before - your own pleasure has to be earned. What's important is serving your Master." Skinner's gentle, continuous fondling belied his stern words. "Now, if you hadn't disobeyed me on this matter last night, I might have been more lenient on the subject today. As it is - I want to make very sure you don't have the opportunity to repeat last night's mistake. You clearly can't be trusted when left to your own devices." Skinner stood up. "I think it's time to reinforce a few of the lessons you've learned today. Follow me."
Mulder followed his Master upstairs, his heart beating as he realized they were going to the 18th floor apartment, and quickening even more when Skinner took the key from around his neck, opened the door to the Playroom, ushered him inside, and locked the door again behind them. He turned the lights on low, and the room was bathed in a warm, red glow. Skinner went over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a complicated leather contraption, then he went and sat down in a large, throne like chair, and beckoned Mulder over. Mulder was grasped between his Master's legs, and pulled close, then Skinner took hold of his cock and balls, and began fastening the contraption around them.
"This, in case you haven't figured it out, is a male chastity device. It'll prevent you from becoming erect - and you won't be able to touch your cock either, as it'll be encased in leather. There's a small opening here," Skinner demonstrated, "so you'll be able to use the bathroom, but I'm attaching this," he held up a tiny padlock, "to ensure that you can't get access to your cock."
"That'scruel, Master," Mulder spluttered.
"You only have yourself to blame. If you'd kept your hands by your sides, and your mind on pleasing me, and not yourself, then this wouldn't be necessary. Hands behind your back - NOW!" Skinner ordered, as Mulder's fingers feebly protested the strapping on of the leather device. Mulder gave the other man a hard look, then, reluctantly, did as he was told. Skinner also fastened a thick leather bag over Mulder's balls. "For protection," he told Mulder, slapping them lightly.
"Protection from what?" Mulder asked in alarm.
"From my switch. It's time to mark you," Skinner informed him, his legs tightening around Mulder's body as the agent's knees started to fail him, toppling him forwards. "I'll raise a couple of welts on your backside. That should give you something else to think about apart from your cock while you're in bed tonight."
"Master." Mulder found himself sinking to his knees, and resting his chin in a gesture of supplication on Skinner's thigh. "Please don't punish me, Master," he whispered.
"It's not a punishment, little one." Skinner kissed Mulder's forehead gently. "It'll hurt a great deal - but by experiencing my switch marking your body as mine, and welcoming everything I choose to do to you, you'll come to truly understand the nature of your devotion." His lips trailed down, and covered those of his slave, and Mulder opened up his mouth, welcoming his Master's tongue inside him, relishing the taste of him, and the power of his kiss. When it was over, Skinner gently fondled his face again. "Do you understand, Fox?" he murmured softly. "This isn't to punish or correct you, merely to mark you as mine. It's purpose is less to make you endure pain, than to enforce your understanding of your slavery."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded. He felt his cock fighting a desperate battle with the leather that encased it - a battle it couldn't win. "II'm your slave Master," he said, finally giving in, and kissing his Master's knee. "Do whatever pleases you. I'm yours."
Skinner smiled down on him approvingly. "That's good - very good, Fox. I'll take very good care of you," he promised. Mulder nodded, and followed his Master over to the cupboard, watching from his kneeling, submissive position, while Skinner found the switch he wanted to use, and sliced it through the air a few times. Mulder's stomach clenched in fear and anticipation. Switches hurt, but the idea of bearing his Master's marks on his skin aroused him. He was once again torn between his fear and desire. Finally, Skinner was satisfied. He nodded Mulder to the spanking horse and bent him over it, but didn't tie him down.
"Knees wider, that's right." Skinner tapped his slave's knee with the switch, until Mulder was fully stretched and open. Now he understood why Skinner had protected his testicles - he could feel them exposed to the air between his open legs. "Push that ass up, so I can get a nice clean target. All right - as this is the first time, I'll just give you three strokes," Skinner said. "The marks will take 2 or 3 days to fade completely. I think though, that an ass like yours" he fondled Mulder's exposed buttocks, "should be kept permanently marked. It's up to you to keep an eye on them. When they're gone, I want you to remind me that it's time to mark you again. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder agreed, staring face down at the floor.
"If you fail to inform me, and the marks fade, then I'll punish you. It's unlikely that I won't notice them this week, when you'll be mostly naked, but in a few weeks time, when you're out chasing after UFO's again and I'm busy with my own job, it's entirely likely that I might not notice. The penalty for not refreshing my memory will be severe. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master," Mulder repeated, his buttocks twitching as Skinner sliced the switch through the air experimentally again.
"Just because I might not always see them every day, and they are invisible to anybody else, doesn't mean that they aren't important. The crucial thing is that you will be aware of them constantly, wherever you are. Marking is more for your instruction, and to focus your mind on your slavery, than for my enjoyment - although I'm sure I'll enjoy them too!"
Mulder shivered in anticipation, as Skinner took up position behind him, and rested the switch lightly on his backside. Mulder began to say a little prayer, moaning softly to himself. The switch was lifted, and there was a whoosh of cool air, before a line of pure fire was painted across his buttocks. Mulder let out a howl, and hopped up and down, holding onto the horse with both arms. "Again," Skinner said firmly, pressing his slave back down, and Mulder calmed himself, trying to prepare mentally for the next stroke. Another streak of lightning cut into his flesh and he wailed. "You're doing well, Fox. One more. You can stand it, little one. For me." Skinner's hand stroked Mulder's sweaty back, soothing him, and Mulder closed his eyes, awaiting the final stroke. It was as hard as the others, imprinting itself deep into his waiting, exposed bottom. Mulder gave a heartfelt whimper but he was secretly pleased by his ability to take the strokes. Skinner helped him to stand, and then his Master escorted him over to the cupboard and opened a door to reveal a full length mirror. Skinner put his arms around his slave, holding him tight against his chest, and turned Mulder's head so that he could look over his shoulder at his newly marked backside. Mulder surveyed the three distinct red welts with a sense of pride.
"I haven't broken the skin," Skinner informed him, his arms tight around Mulder's shoulders. "You look beautiful with my marks on your flesh," he breathed, his fingers spidering down Mulder's back to lightly touch the welts. Mulder smiled at his reflection, then up at his Master, and buried his face in the other man's shoulder.
"Thank you, Master," he whispered. Skinner smiled down on him tenderly, and held him for a few moments, then he disengaged, and walked Mulder over to the window. That side of the room wasn't lit, and for a disoriented moment, Mulder thought they were going to walk right out into the darkness. Instead, Skinner stopped him and placed his nose against the window.
"Stand there and think about being marked as my property, and what that means. Just reflect on those marks, think of nothing but them," Skinner said in a low, intense voice that made Mulder shiver. Skinner's fingers touched the welts again, more firmly this time, and Mulder winced. "I'll be right here, enjoying the view." Skinner gave a throaty little laugh, and Mulder heard him move away.
Mulder stood looking out onto the city beneath him, with its bright lights. This was the tallest apartment block around, and nobody overlooked the 18th floor, but even so, he felt exposed, standing naked in front of the window. It was impossible not to do as he had been instructed. His backside throbbed constantly, and it was all he could think about. He heard Skinner moving around the room, and he wondered at how comprehensively Skinner had outmaneuvered him during the course of this day. His Master had effectively provided him with a wonderland of sadomasochistic eroticism, as if he had seen into Mulder's secret soul, and dragged out even those fantasies he hadn't admitted to himself. A part of Mulder still wanted to fight, to manipulate, to force the pace, but another part of him just wanted to give in, and accept whatever new game Skinner came up with next. Mulder's cock ached inside its casing, throbbing in time to the ache in his sore backside. He fantasized about Skinner taking him, about Skinner piercing him, displaying him naked to his friends, branding him. He still feared it, but he was surprised by how much he wanted it all too.
Mulder was dimly aware of time passing, of the soreness in his buttocks subsiding, of a feeling of calm washing over him, as he stood there, presenting his naked, marked ass to the room. Finally Skinner came over to him again, and kissed the back of his neck.
"You're tired," his Master said, and Mulder was surprised to find that it was true. "We've just got one more thing to do, and then you'll go to bed." Skinner's hands ran up and down the outside of Mulder's arms, and his voice was seductive, and full of promise. He led Mulder back over to the large chair again, and sat down. Walking behind his Master reminded Mulder of something the big man had mentioned earlier.
"You saidthat you'd train me to walk to the leash, Master," he began. Skinner nodded, beckoning his slave forward. "When will that be?" Mulder asked tentatively.
"When you're pierced." Skinner smiled. "The leash will be fastened to these." His fingers tweaked Mulder's nipples. Mulder opened his mouth wordlessly. "Ah, you assumed it would be attached to your collar." Skinner shook his head wryly. "No, Fox, my slave will be trained to walk to a leash attached to a much more intimate part of the anatomy. I find it helps focus a slave's mind minutely on his Master's slightest command if the pull is to this delicate little area." He rubbed Mulder's nipples again, and Mulder moaned, seeing himself in his mind's eye - naked, pierced, marked His cock made another desperate bid for freedom, and was again constricted by the leather chastity device. Mulder whimpered in frustration, convinced that being constantly on the edge of arousal would drive him crazy.
"Here. Over my knee." Skinner patted his knee, and held up a butt plug. It was slightly larger than the one Mulder had worn the previous night. Mulder swallowed, and arranged himself over his Master's lap. Skinner stroked his back for a moment, then gently blew on his welted backside, dipping his head to lick the marks. This sent a wild heat through Mulder's body, and he let out a little cry. He felt Skinner's fingers push inside him, and tried to relax and open up.
"That's good. You've already improved on this," Skinner told him approvingly. "Keep open, there" His fingers brushed Mulder's prostate, and Mulder writhed, a wave of ecstasy flooding through him. "Does that feel good?" Skinner asked. Mulder nodded, his throat dry. "Good. Now stay open for me." He removed his fingers, and Mulder felt the blunt nose of the butt plug gently inserted into his anus. It slid smoothly along the lubed passage, until it was fully inserted, wedging his butt cheeks apart. It wasn't painful - merely intrusive. Skinner set Mulder back on his feet, and attached a series of chains from the plug to the chastity device, securing it firmly in place.
"That won't fall out," Skinner told his slave approvingly. "Now, bed."
Mulder looked at him questioningly. "Doesn't Master want any personal attention." He knelt between Skinner's open legs, and gestured to his fly.
"Not tonight. You've had a busy day. Save that talented mouth of yours for my wake-up call." Skinner grinned, fondling Mulder's hair. "I'm delighted that you're thinking of ways to please me though." He bent to kiss his slave again, and Mulder opened up his mouth, savoring his reward. Then Skinner stood up. "Bed," he said firmly, delivering a light slap to Mulder's backside that made his slave yelp and scurry for the door.
Mulder lay face down on his bed, his mind and body both reeling from the day's events. He felt tired, and drained, and yet curiously happy. Suddenly he remembered his earlier worry about the camera that might be hidden in his room, and sat up, then yelped as his buttocks protested at being sat on. He got up cautiously, and searched the room, but found nothing. Mulder threw himself back on the bed, exhausted.
"I'll play along for now," he told nobody in particular, "but only because I'm enjoying myself. Well, maybe not the ironing, but the rest of it. I'll just figure out what game you're playing, then I'll start to manipulate things. I won't be this obedient forever," he muttered, his eyes closing.
Half asleep, he was almost sure that he heard a deep, rich laugh mocking his words.
End of Part 4.
Part 5: A Cat Called Wanda
Mulder woke up the following day to find his usual morning wood fighting against its leather prison. The prison won. Mulder sighed, and rolled over, only to yelp in surprise as his welted buttocks reminded them of their presence. For all that Skinner had avowed himself a sensualist, Mulder was of the opinion, at this moment in time, that his Master had some very definite sadistic tendencies as well. His fingers itched to touch his cock - if this went on much longer he'd have a bad case of blue balls. He glanced at his clock: 8:00. Yesterday Skinner had told him he was to complete his morning swim before waking his Master, but he couldn't very well go swimming wearing this leather chastity device - not unless he wanted to ruin it and somehow he thought Skinner wouldn't be very pleased if he did that. Of course, Skinner had said 5.15 to 5.45, which implied he only wanted Mulder to swim on a weekday before work, not at the weekend, or during vacations.
Mulder procrastinated for several minutes, then almost laughed out loud. You're a grown man worrying about whether to go for a swim, he chided, getting up and deciding to use the time to flick through Skinner's paper before waking his Master. Damn! He couldn't even take a shower, wearing this stupid device. Mulder used the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He was aware of the butt plug pressing deep inside his body, but he was becoming used to the sensation of having his body invaded in this way. Of course the one thing he really wanted to have inside him was his Master's delicious cock, but he was beginning to despair of Skinner ever bending him over and taking him. Mulder sighed - he wasn't sure what kind of a game his Master was playing with him, but he knew it was driving him crazy. Mulder paused and took a look in the mirror - his stomach did a flip as he studied the 3 welts on his bottom. It had hurt like hell receiving them, but he loved what they stood for, marking him as they did as his Master's property. Mulder fingered them carefully, closing his eyes and drinking in the sensation of being able to feel the slightly raised flesh, without seeing it. Even in the dark, he was marked as Skinner's slave. If his Master was so minded to reach for him at night, he would find his marks imprinted on Mulder's flesh, like Braille, signaling who this slave belonged to. The idea excited him, which was no good at all in his current caged condition.
Mulder wandered downstairs and retrieved the paper, then made himself a cup of coffee, and lay on Skinner's couch reading the sport's section. He kept a careful eye on the clock - he was determined that Skinner wouldn't find fault with his time-keeping this morning. Dead on the dot of 9 a.m., he opened the door to his Master's bedroom, coffee in one hand, newspaper clutched under his arm. He deposited both on the night-stand, then turned his attention to the bed. Skinner was still asleep, and for a moment Mulder felt a pang of regret at the huge empty space next to his Master. Damn, his Master's cock wasn't the only thing he wanted. He also wanted to sleep curled up in the big man's arms, to know that he was there all night, beside him. Insteadinstead Skinner shared his bed with her.
Mulder glared at the emerald eyed cat who was fixing him with a look of pure hatred, defying him to disturb her cozy love nest with HIS Master. Mulder returned her look with one of such malice he was sure Skinner would have blistered his backside all morning if he'd been awake to see it. Mulder crept noiselessly over to the bed, plucked the sleepy Wanda from her circle of comfort, and threw her out of the bedroom door, ignoring her squawk of protest. He shut the door firmly behind her, and rubbed his hands together, smiling to himself. Then he disappeared under the sheets, and located his Master's beautiful drowsy cock, soon bringing it to a state of full wakefulness.
"How did you sleep?" Skinner asked, when Mulder emerged triumphantly several minutes later.
"Not bad." Mulder shrugged. Actually he'd slept like a log all night, but he wasn't going to tell Skinner that. "Considering I'm all trussed up with what feels like a stick of dynamite up my ass."
"Complaints?" Skinner raised an eyebrow.
Mulder looked into those stern dark eyes for a moment, then sighed, and laid his head on Skinner's chest. "No, Master," he mumbled.
"Good. Get up, and get your butt over my knee," Skinner told him. Mulder looked up in surprise - Skinner hadn't finished his coffee yet - in fact he'd barely taken a sip. "I want to examine you," Skinner explained, "and I want a surface to rest my newspaper on as well - the Sunday sections are so big aren't they?"
Mulder gave him a cool look, but just the idea of being "examined" was enough to make his cock ache, so he gave in, picked up a couple of pillows, and arranged himself over Skinner's lap. He felt his Master's hand gently caress his welted buttocks, and wriggled.
"Still!" Skinner ordered. Mulder bit on his lip, and did as he was told, submitting to his Master's thorough attention. Skinner didn't stop until he'd felt every single inch of those welts with his finger - or at least that was what it felt like to Mulder. Then his Master ordered him up, and undid the padlock on his chastity belt, before unbuckling the contraption and removing it. Mulder's cock immediately skyrocketed .
"Oh god," Mulder moaned, leaning his head forward and resting it on Skinner's shoulder. "You've got to let me come soon, Master."
"No, I don't have to let you come at all." Skinner grinned pushing him off. "Over my lap again, and I'll remove the butt plug." Mulder did as ordered, his heart sinking at his Master's comments about not letting him come at all. He had to! And soon - or Mulder would start climbing the walls. Skinner stripped Mulder of the plug quickly and efficiently, leaving him naked except for his rings. "Stay there." Skinner picked up his paper, and propped it up on Mulder's exposed backside. There was silence for a long time, then Skinner turned a page. Mulder lay there, seething inside. Here he was, stretched out, naked, like an offering, bearing his Master's marks, and all Skinner could do was read for god's sake! He started to fidget and was rewarded by a hard slap on his sore, welted buttocks.
"Ow!" He glanced up.
"Then stay still. You're going to be like that for an hour or more, so get used to it," Skinner told him.
Mulder glared at him. "I am not some kind of newspaper prop!" He snapped.
"No, you're my slave - and if one of the uses I want to put you to is propping up my newspaper, that's what I'll do. If I were you, I'd give some serious thought about whether you want to come any time at all in the next year, " Skinner warned ominously. "There's a direct correlation between service and reward in this household, Fox, and the sooner you understand that the better." So saying, he straightened out his paper, and continued reading. Mulder buried his face in the pillow and tried to caress his straining penis by a process of telekinesis. He had whole files on the technique, and was convinced that if he could just think hard enough, he could milk himself to orgasm before Skinner knew what was going on.
He was so sunk in this reverie that he jumped in surprise when Skinner broke into it an hour or so later.
"Where's Wanda?" He asked.
"Um, she went out as I came in." Mulder grinned into his pillow. One up to the slave, one down to the uppity cat.
"That's not like Wanda. What time did you get up?" Skinner asked conversationally.
"8. There's one thing I meant to ask you, Master." Mulder turned his head, and propped one hand under his chin. "Um, you told me I had to swim in the morning, but I couldn't wearing the, uh, thing." He pointed his head in the direction of the leather cage. "I decided you wouldn't want me to wake you to ask you what to do," he said, feeling sure he'd get some brownie points for that.
"Of course not. I intended you to start the swimming when we go back to work - and you don't have to do it on weekends," Skinner told him, taking a sip of coffee. "So - what did you do between 8 and 9?"
"Read the paper." Mulder shrugged.
"All right." Skinner folded the newspaper, and glanced at his slave. "Fox - I know that you're new to your condition, but I did hope that marking you last night might help focus your mind on your status. I have told you time and again since you arrived, that you'll be rewarded for addressing yourself to my needs, haven't I?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder looked confused. "Did I do something wrong?"
Skinner flicked his fingers at the floor beside the bed. "In position. Now!" He barked.
Mulder scrambled off the bed quickly, still wondering what he'd done. He swiftly got into position, knees open, arms behind his back, shoulders straight, head down.
"This morning, you were unsure whether to swim or not. That's fair enough - I didn't make myself clear, and you were right not to wake me. However, didn't you think how pleased I might be if you'd had the initiative to spend your free time ironing my shirts, for example? Or cooking breakfast?"
"No, Master. I'm sorry. I didn't think," Mulder muttered, cursing himself for his stupidity.
"I said I'd show leniency with you to begin with, but while I might not punish you, I'm hardly likely to reward you for continuing to be so preoccupied with your own needs," Skinner admonished.
"Does this meanthat I won't get to come today, Master?" Mulder whispered.
Skinner sighed. "Is your own pleasure all you think about?" He asked.
Mulder bit on his lip, aware that he'd made another mistake.
Skinner reached out and grasped his slave's chin. "Sometimes I think you don't even try," he said.
"I'm really sorry, Master. I'll do better in future, I promise," Mulder said contritely.
"Very well. Let's see if you do," Skinner told him firmly. "Now, into the shower - I think we'll apply your discipline wet, today."
Mulder scurried for the shower, his cock perking up at the very mention of "discipline." Skinner joined him, and turned on the water, then he handed Mulder a bar of soap.
"Wash me," he ordered.
Mulder jumped to the task eagerly. One of the things that had taken him by surprise in this scenario was how much he enjoyed both looking at, and touching, his Master's beautiful body. In the past, he hadn't given the physical appearance of his tops much thought - they existed merely to serve him, one way or another, mainly by administering the discipline he wanted them to deliver. He was used to sucking other men's cocks, and kneeling at their feet - he enjoyed the completely submissive feeling of being dominated by another man, but he didn't remember actually lusting after one as he did after Skinner. He suspected that his attraction to the big man had always been latent - he remembered many occasions when he had longed to feel Skinner's large arms around him, restraining him. Hell, he'd even engineered that very scenario at work on a couple of occasions, even if he hadn't been honest with himself about his motivation. Of course he'd always kept his other tops at arm's length, and that was impossible in this scenario. Mulder was shocked by how much he was falling under Skinner's spell, and a part of him was shouting to get out, before it was too late. Too late for what though, Mulder had no idea
Mulder felt he more than made up for his earlier thoughtlessness in his attention to his Master's body during that shower. He soaped him thoroughly, delivered loving kisses to Skinner's collar bones, licked the water out of the dipping cleft where they joined, then gently circled each of his Master's nipples with the soap, and washed it off carefully with the spray. Skinner sighed, and leaned against the wall, as Mulder tenderly soaped his genitals, combing his Master's body hair through his fingers, then knelt to soap his legs, kissing his kneecaps, and inner thighs. Skinner's body was pleasing - there was no doubt about it. Mulder had never thought about what constituted an attractive male body before, but he had always been dimly aware that his own long limbs and tall stature attracted a few glances from both men and women. Skinner was a more typically masculine-looking man - his muscles were more clearly defined, and he was heavier, more thickset. Mulder loved the strength in those muscled limbs, and the feel of that smooth honey-toned flesh under his fingers. The trouble was, it was all too easy to worship a Master such as this. It took no effort at all. He finished his task, and was rewarded when Skinner pulled his naked body close and kissed him hard, the water streaming down their faces.
"Soap yourself." Skinner ordered, leaning back against the tiled wall, and watching as Mulder quickly and efficiently washed his own body, then turned back to his Master obediently, to await further instructions. "Put your hands against the wall," Skinner told him. "Butt outmorethat's good." Mulder did as instructed, feeling sure that he'd slip over as Skinner kicked his legs apart even further, opening his body up. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as Skinner picked up the soap, then he felt it being dipped into the crease between his buttocks, soaping him there. Skinner's finger slipped easily into his anus, and began moving in and out, over and over again. Mulder gasped, putting his head back, the water dripping continuously from the ends of his wet hair. His cock strained against the cock ring, but he knew it was useless asking for permission to come. Skinner's one finger was joined by another, and Mulder opened up beneath the relentless caress, welcoming them into his body. He pressed his ass back even further, opening himself as wide as he'd ever been, hoping to encourage his Master to take him. Skinner grabbed his hips, and pressed his cock against Mulder's buttocks. It felt hard, rampant, largebig enough to claim him, fill him completelyMulder groaned, wanting that, wanting Him.
"Do you think you're ready to receive me?" Skinner asked in a low, throaty whisper.
"Yes, oh god, YES!" Mulder cried.
"Not yet." Skinner entered three fingers into Mulder's anus, caressing his prostate in a way that made the slave's cock leap. He finger-fucked Mulder comprehensively for several minutes. All Mulder could think about was those big, strong fingers, consuming him from the inside, making love to his body, claiming him. His mind felt as if it were filled with a blinding white light, and even without being able to come, his body was consumed by wave after wave of nerve-tingling pleasure. Finally, Skinner withdrew his fingers.
"Like that?" he growled.
"Yyes, Master," Mulder panted.
"Good. Stay there. I think it's time to see to that discipline, don't you?" Skinner's hand rubbed over Mulder's bottom, gently. "Keep your hands against the wall - don't move them," his Master warned. "The penalty for moving them is severe - trust me."
"Yes, Master," Mulder moaned, keeping his palms flat on the surface of the tiles. Skinner continued to caress his ass, then without warning dropped a hard slap onto the side of his butt, swiftly followed by another. He avoided the welts, slapping between them, beneath them, or to the side of them, and Mulder's bottom got warmer and warmer. Then Skinner worked down lower, onto his thighs, slapping them soundly. Mulder hated being spanked there, and he half stood up with a yelp, then remembered, and stopped, one hand nearly in the air.
"Move it another inch and your ass is toast," Skinner warned, and Mulder placed the offending hand back down flat again, presenting his thighs once more as an easy target to his Master's insistent hand. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, Mulder thought to himself, as the endorphins ran amok through his body, taking him to a blissed-out plane of existence. Skinner's hand was harder now, cracking against his flesh, and Mulder started to sob, the water cascading down the side of his face, mingling with the few tears that were running down his cheeks. Now Skinner's hand slapped lightly against Mulder's welts, sending a sting of pain through Mulder's body that made him shiver, and his cock harden. He struggled to keep his hands on the tiles - he wanted to wriggle and scream and all he could do was hop from foot to foot, moaning incoherently.
"Oh god, Masterhurts, hurtsplease" he wept.
"Why are you being spanked, slave?" Skinner growled over the sound of the running water.
"Forfornot being more thoughtful of your pleasure, Master," Mulder whimpered. "Oh shitpleaseoh god"
"And will you resolve to do better in future?"
"Yes, Master! Ow! I promise! I promise!" Mulder cried, as Skinner's hand smacked down harder and harder on his red buttocks.
"And why else are you being disciplined?" Skinner asked.
"For" Mulder wracked his brains, and then remembered. "Because it pleases you, Master! No other reason" He panted.
"Good." Skinner chuckled. "It does please me, slave, to see your butt turn bright red, and to feel you squirm and wriggle under my hand, to hear you beg and to see how hard you try to obey me by standing in position. Now hold still - let's finish this off properly shall we?" So saying he applied a dozen of the hardest slaps to Mulder's punished backside, and it was all Mulder could do to keep his hands on the wall as those blistering blows rained down on his wet, glowing bottom.
Then the slaps grew softer, until they stopped altogether, and Skinner directed a spray of lukewarm water over Mulder's hot butt - if the water had been any colder Mulder was sure that his skin would have sizzled on contact. He leaned his forehead against the tiled wall, then felt Skinner stand close behind him, taking those warmed buttocks between his hands and kneading them softly. Mulder groaned, and gasped but kept in position as ordered. Skinner's fingers dipped casually into his anus as he kneaded, staying for a moment, then withdrawing. Mulder was so used to these intrusions now that he didn't tense up - in fact he pressed back, trying to force his Master's fingers onto that delicious spot inside him that Skinner had found earlier, and which caused him such pleasure. Skinner didn't oblige, the fingers entering and leaving too quickly, like the briefest kiss, leaving Mulder wanting more. His Master kissed the back of his neck as he kneaded, and Mulder could feel the other man's hard cock pressed against his sore buttocks. He wondered whether Skinner would part the warm flesh and enter swiftly inside him, pinning him to the shower wall, but after several minutes of petting, his Master stepped away and told him he could stand up.
Mulder's first action was simply to kneel, prostrate at his Master's feet, and kiss them over and over again, while muttering incoherent thanks. Skinner laughed, and allowed him his devotion, then pulled Mulder up, wiped his wet hair back from his face, and kissed his forehead. Mulder leaned limply against his Master's shoulder for a while, caressing the big man's taut, naked buttocks, and then he felt himself being pushed away, and the shower was finally snapped off.
"I'm sure we're clean enough by now," Skinner remarked dryly.
Mulder eagerly opened the cubicle, and plucked a large towel from the rail, holding it out for his Master as he emerged. He wrapped it around Skinner, and set to work drying him off. "Good. Very good." Skinner smiled. He caught hold of Mulder's face between his hands, and kissed the tip of his nose. "That's the sort of thinking that will earn you rewards, little one," he murmured. Mulder's heart jumped in his chest. There were so many rewards on offer here that he wasn't sure which he wanted most. He wanted to be able to come, to play in that fantasy Playroom, to be used by his Master, and welcome his cock into his body, to sleep in his Master's bed, and then there was also his Master's deep kisses, claiming his mouth with his tonguethe list was endless.
"Yes, Master," he whispered, feeling in that moment more a slave than he had done at any point before. He wanted to serve this man, he wanted to wash him, and dry him, and adore him. That was the easy part.
"Your attention puts me in mind of something else." Skinner grinned at him. "Dry yourself - then follow me."
Mulder did as instructed, and Skinner put on a bathrobe, and walked upstairs to the Playroom. Mulder felt a leap of anticipation as he saw where they were headed - then something occurred to him.
"Master, I, uh, haven't had a chance touse the lube this morning," he murmured.
"That's all right, slave." Skinner smiled. "I won't be touching you. Just the opposite in fact." He grinned at Mulder's puzzlement, opened the door, and ushered Mulder into the room in front of him. He took his slave over to a large massage table, and brought out a box of oils from underneath. "I'm feeling stiff this morning - do you have any massage skills?" Skinner asked Mulder, who shook his head wordlessly. "Well, just improvise - we'll see how you get on."
Mulder nodded, feeling all too eager to begin smoothing those oils over his Master's naked flesh. While Skinner lay down on the black leather table, Mulder began to warm the oil in his hands, then he placed them tentatively on Skinner's shoulders.
"Harder," Skinner ordered, and Mulder set to work, his long fingers swiftly eating up the newly oiled skin beneath them. He probed into areas that felt tight beneath his fingers, doing his best to smooth out any kinks he found, and he was soon completely absorbed in his task. Skinner lay unmoving, and didn't protest when Mulder naughtily slipped his fingers between his Master's butt cheeks.
"Would you like to serve me there?" Skinner asked suddenly, making Mulder jump.
"Yes, Master," he answered, truthfully.
"With your cock?" Skinner demanded.
Mulder thought about it. "Yes, Master," he admitted, swallowing hard.
Skinner laughed. "Something else to put on your list of rewards to be earned then," he said.
"Yes, Master."
"Have you ever served a top by giving anal sex, Fox?" Skinner asked.
"No, Master." Mulder kissed the back of his Master's knees.
"Well, we'll have to correct that - one day," Skinner mused. "For now - you have my permission to worship me there - with your tongue."
Mulder had never rimmed anyone, but he had been ordered to, so he gently parted his Master's butt cheeks, and slipped his tongue tentatively inside. Skinner was clean, and smelled of soap and oil, and he soon responded to Mulder's attention by wriggling his butt in a most satisfying way. Mulder relaxed and started to enjoy himself, as he teased that puckered opening with his lips and tongue, pushing inside then pulling back, making his Master sigh. He worshipped his Master in this way for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of bringing such pleasure to the big man, to say nothing of the enjoyment of having those tautly muscled buttocks nestled against his cheeks. Finally Skinner let out a groan, and sat up quickly.
"I think," Skinner said, his huge erection pointing sky high, "that I require your urgent services, Fox." Mulder knelt obediently in front of him, and Skinner guided his cock into his slave's waiting mouth, thrusting in and out for only a couple of minutes before coming, his fingers fondling his slave's hair as he sucked.
"That's twice before breakfast." Skinner grinned.
"I'm very lucky, Master," Mulder replied.
Skinner gave a delighted laugh, and caressed the side of his slave's face. "You're doing wonderfully well, Fox. I'm very pleased with you," he said. "If you keep this up, then this afternoon I'll show you some of the delights of the Playroom." Mulder couldn't stop the grin splitting his face in two. "Go and look in the cupboards." Skinner pulled his robe back on. "And bring me the item you'd most like to play with."
Mulder scampered over and surveyed the contents of the cupboard like a kid eyeing candy. There was so much, he could hardly decide which to choose!
"Having problems, slave?" Skinner came up behind him.
"Yes, Master." Mulder bit on his lip. "I was intrigued by the birch you showed me when we first came here, but I'm not sureI've already been spanked once today," he sighed.
"Fox, I can use the birch as punishment, or pleasure. Believe me - if you chose that, I'd make sure it gave you nothing more than the most deliciously nipping kisses," Skinner told him. "What else fascinates you, sweetheart?" He sounded like an indulgent lover, and Mulder looked up at him, with a beaming smile, relishing the moment. "The harness," he said. "I've been tied up before, but I've never been suspended in mid-air. I've always liked the idea of that."
"Then that's what you'll have." Skinner kissed him fondly. "Now, I think it's time for brunch. After that, you can spend a few hours doing the laundry. If you finish it all to my satisfaction then we'll play later - and I'll allow you to come." He brushed his fingers over Mulder's cock with a wry smile. Mulder felt a giddy sense of triumph at his Master's words, but they were dashed by his next sentence. "Here - this is a card for someone who'll give you massage tuition." Skinner handed him a piece of paper. "Phone him tomorrow and arrange it please, Fox. I expect you to become fully proficient."
Mulder took the card wordlessly. Hadn't his Master enjoyed his massage? Weren't his efforts good enough?
"And just in case the temptation is too much for you" Skinner pulled another chastity device from the cupboard, and Mulder sighed. This one was smaller, but just as efficient, and Skinner didn't forget the padlock either. Feeling slightly deflated, Mulder returned to his room and left the massage tutor's card on his night-stand, before jogging down the stairs to the kitchen to eat.
After a large brunch, Skinner instructed Mulder to clear away, and finish doing the laundry he had begun the previous day.
"I'm going out for a couple of hours. Do not succumb to the temptation to go nosing around the apartment," he told his slave in a severe tone. Mulder nodded, feeling faintly aggrieved.
"Of course not, Master. I wouldn't dream of it," he answered. Skinner raised an eyebrow, and Mulder flushed. "Well, I won't now you've told me not to," he amended hastily.
Skinner grinned, and tousled his hair. "Good. If all that ironing is done by the time I get back, then we'll play," he promised.
Mulder nodded, and set about clearing away the brunch dishes with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Soon Skinner would tie him up with that amazing equipment, do exotic and exquisitely pleasurable things to his naked, helpless body, and allow him to come! Mulder's cock twitched gratefully inside its casing, like a dog panting to be let off the leash. He did wonder where Skinner had gone, but he was too preoccupied to care much. He finished tidying up, and then turned, having the distinct feeling that he was being watched. There, sitting on top of the fridge staring at him, was Wanda.
"Cats" Mulder told her, sweeping her down from her perch and depositing her on the floor, "are not allowed to sit on refrigerators. Nor" he jumped into action as Wanda leapt on top of the kitchen work surface, "are they allowed on any surface in the kitchen except the floor." He placed her back down by his feet again firmly. "Some of us know a cat's place, madam, and it isn't ruling the roost, like old toppy-toes seems to think. There's a new regime around here, Wanda baby, so you'd better get used to it." He glared at her to ram the point home, and then wandered off to the laundry room, ignoring the baleful look Wanda made at his retreating back.
Mulder tackled the laundry with a zeal bordering on the obsessive. He poured every ounce of his energy and sexual frustration into the chore, until he was as steamed up as the iron. Finally, he surveyed the array of smartly pressed shirts with satisfaction.
"I'm gonna come!" he proclaimed to nobody in particular, doing a little dance around the room, without a second thought for how bizarre a sight he must look, frolicking naked save for his chastity device, clutching an iron in one hand, and sporting a still glowing red bottom.
Mulder hung up some of the shirts, and then ran out of hangers. He laid the rest of the shirts carefully on all the available surfaces, and trotted upstairs to Skinner's bedroom to retrieve some more hangers, then ran back down again, whistling cheerfully to himself as he went. He sauntered into the laundry, and then stopped, his mouth open in dismay. The shirts - those shirts he had laid out, those newly ironed, crisp white shirts were covered inpawprints.
A fleeing blur of cream and gold zoomed past his ankles, and he let out a cry of incoherent rage.
"Wanda! I'll damn well kill you!" he roared, torn between chasing after the cat and repairing the damage to the shirts. A cursory inspection revealed that the shirts were beyond help. Each one of them was decorated liberally with Wanda's dainty, delicate pawmarks. They would have to be washed and ironed again. Mulder could have wept. He stood there for a long time, feeling a wave of despairing anger. Every ounce of sexual frustration at being so permanently aroused, and yet denied any release, welled up inside him. He threw the shirts onto the floor and ran up the stairs to his room, pulled out his case, and threw his clothes into it. Then he realized that he didn't have any money, and worse than that, he was still fastened into his chastity belt. He had no choice but to wait until Skinner returned home before leaving. Fine. So be it. Mulder eased his legs into a pair of jeans, pulled on a tee shirt, and then walked back downstairs to sit in the front room, awaiting his Master's, no, make that ex-Master's return.
Mulder's mood worsened while he waited. He felt almost limp with the agony of his disappointment and a sensation of total and abject lethargy descended on him. What the hell had possessed him to sign that stupid contract in the first place? He was a grown man, of 37, being treated like nothing more than aslave - his mind supplied the word for him dryly. Which of course, was exactly what he'd wanted.
Mulder buried his face in his hands, struggling with this side of his personality. Just what exactly had driven him to this? He could survive without it, couldn't he? Maybe he could re-negotiate with Skinner, ask his boss to consider taking him as his sub - a nice, easy, twice a week arrangement, that Mulder could end whenever he wanted. No obligation, no restriction, no effort. Just 2 nights a week spent in that fantasy wonderland upstairs.
Mulder jumped, startled out of his reverie by the sound of the front door closing, and Skinner walked into the room. His boss was wearing black jeans, a black tee shirt, and a plain black leather jacket. Mulder wished his throat hadn't dried up at the sight of him.
"What's this?" Skinner threw his keys down on the table, and glanced at Mulder's clothed body pointedly. "And this?" He nudged the case with his foot.
"I'm leaving. I've had enough. This is stupid, we can never make it work. It's crazy to think that you can be my Master, or me your slave. I'm a free man, not some unpaid maid!" Mulder exploded.
Skinner looked at him thoughtfully. "Go on," he said, shrugging the jacket off, and hanging it on the back of a chair. Mulder noticed that he had a parcel under one arm.
"I don't want to be subject to your every damn whim! I'm used to making my own decisions - hell, I'm a free spirit, Skinner, you know that. I don't respond well to restrictions like these. Damn it! I'm just not very good at following orders! I can't follow them at work - why the hell should it be any different here?" Mulder yelled.
"What brought all this on?" Skinner asked calmly, placing the parcel on the table, and pouring himself a glass of water.
"It doesn't matter! Don't you hear what I'm telling you? You don't own me, you don't possess me, you can't fucking well decide things for me," Mulder ranted desperately. "This whole situation is absurd. I know it was partly my fault for agreeing to it, and I know I signed that stupid contract, but it's over. You can't keep me here. I don't want to be kept. I need to get outI needoh fuck, I don't know what the hell I need!"
Skinner finished his water, and waited until Mulder had finished, his face impassive.
"Come with me," was all Skinner said, when the tirade was over. Mulder hesitated, hopping from foot to foot nervously, and biting on his lip. Skinner picked up the parcel, and began walking, then stopped, and turned back to Mulder. "It's a request, not an order," Skinner said softly. Mulder swallowed hard, then nodded, and followed the other man along the corridor and into a room he'd never been in before.
The room was a small study, with a big desk, and a couple of chairs. There were shelves all around the wall covered in books.
"Take a seat." Skinner gestured, placing the package on the desk, and seating himself in the big chair behind it. Mulder felt himself relaxing slightly. This set up - the desks, and chairs, reminded him of their more familiar surroundings at the Hoover building. He could cope with this. He noticed a pile of files on the desk, and nodded at them, braving a more civilized comment to show the other man that his hysteria had calmed.
"Bringing your work home, sir. That's dedication."
"It is homework, but it isn't anything to do with my job," Skinner waved a hand at the files. "Fox, you've asked my permission to be released from your contract. I'm refusing you that permission," he stated firmly. Mulder looked up, surprised to find that he was feeling simultaneously angry and relieved.
"You can't keep me here against my will," he replied mutinously.
"No, I can't, but someone else might have done just that," Skinner told him.
Mulder frowned. "What do you mean?" He demanded.
"I mean that you contracted to sell yourself into sexual slavery to someone you'd never even met. You didn't know it would be me, Fox. You could have been sold to someone who beat you senseless, fucked you, and kept you tied to the bed day and night with no thought for your well being. You arranged a week off work - you didn't know where you would be going, and I'll just bet that you didn't tell anyone else what you were planning on doing. Anything could have happened to you, Fox." Skinner's disapproval was clear, and Mulder shivered. He glanced down at his hands.
"This guy, I mean, you, he - you - had a reputation. I felt I'd be safe" he whispered.
"Fox, you're on a mission to self-destruct. You have been since the day I first met you, and you will be until someone pulls you back from the edge. I intend to be that someone." Mulder looked up, surprised. "You're mine, Fox, whether you like it or not," Skinner told him firmly. "That's non-negotiable. I made that very clear to you before you signed that contract - there's no way out for you. However, I want a devoted slave, not a miserable one. If you have any problems with the way I treat you, you can tell me at any time. You have my express permission to do so - in fact, it's an order. I promise I will always listen to what you have to say - and if I don't agree with you I will tell you why. I told you before - your honesty is important to me. Now, I knew we'd have to have this conversation at some point. I'm a little surprised it's so soon, but not unduly concerned. Tell me what's bothering you." He leaned back in his chair, silent, and still, except for one finger that rubbed insistently against his thumb, in an almost hypnotic motion.
Mulder hesitated. All his anger and frustration seemed so petty and meaningless when pitted against this calm, eminently reasonable man. All his fury dissipated into nothing, and he felt his body lose its stiffness, and settle into a boneless mass of self loathing.
"I don't know where I stand with you," he said in a small voice. "I'm not used to this scenario. I thought you'd fuck me, but you haven't. I don't know what you want from me."
"This is all because I haven't stuck my cock up your ass?" Skinner asked in disbelief. "We've done just about every other sexual act, Fox."
"I know." Mulder shrugged, feeling two inches small.
"Fox. Look at me," Skinner said softly. Mulder raised his head slowly, afraid to meet the other man's eyes, but when he did he found them warm and compelling. "What else?" Skinner asked.
"You won't let me come!" Mulder knew it sounded stupid, even to his own ears, but Skinner's expression didn't change. He didn't snort in disbelief, or get up angrily. "I can't stand being constantly on the edge the whole time," he finished lamely.
"Is there anything else?" Skinner asked. Mulder bit on his lip, but he'd started, so he might as well go on making things worse.
"The massage. I thought you enjoyed it, but then you gave me that card and told me to learn how to do it properly. I wanted to please you," he faltered. "I have tried to please you, but I don't think I can. I'm just going to disappoint you like I did with the massageoh fuck this!" He yelled, getting up angrily. "Why the hell am I apologizing? Let me just leave and we'll pretend it never happened. I don't need this. I can turn my back on it, bury myself in my work"
"Until the next time." Skinner interrupted softly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Mulder paced the study in a frenzy of emotion.
"That you can't bury this side of yourself forever. You try, and you fail. This situation will keep coming back," Skinner told him.
"What the hell do you know about it? You're just some fucking sadist. You don't know me, Skinner, and you sure as hell don't own me," Mulder yelled, wondering even as he did so, why he was losing it like this.
"Sit down." Skinner told him in a firm tone. Mulder clenched his fists at his side, and waged a silent battle with himself, until he remembered that Skinner had the key to the damn chastity device so unless he wanted to hack around his nether regions with a sharp knife, he had to co-operate. Mulder took a deep breath, and obeyed.
"All right." Skinner said softly, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but I will. Fox, these files here, they aren't work, they're you."
"What?" Mulder looked at the assembled files in astonishment. "You've been spying on me?" He gasped, his usual knee jerk reaction after years of paranoia on the X Files.
"Hear me out." Skinner held up a hand. "I didn't want to take you on, Fox. When you started looking for me a year ago, I did everything I could to avoid you. I knew how difficult it would be at work, and apart from anything else, you do have a reputation on the scene. Let me finish." He glared at the other man as he opened his mouth to protest. "People all said that you were an attractive player, and a good one, you knew what you wanted, and you stated it clearly. There weren't any misunderstandings, and you didn't seem to be carrying around a lot of emotional baggage - although some of the people I spoke to weren't entirely sure on that last point. Everybody spoke of your tendency to want something more than they could offer. They all felt that they'd subtly disappointed you in some way, and the more perceptive ones told me that they thought you were spinning silently, and desperately, out of control. I worried that you would seek ever more extreme thrills, until you got yourself killed in the process. When I spoke to you last week, you confirmed that for me. I went into that first meeting expecting to tell you "no", to get you off my back once and for all without you finding out who I was, but you said something that changed all that for me. I knew I couldn't turn my back on you. I had to help you." Skinner paused, and leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. "Fox, these files contain interviews with the people you've played with recently. As soon as I took you as my slave, I spoke to all of them, to find out what your fantasies are, and how you respond to various stimuli. From there, I worked out a plan for your training."
Mulder sat there with his mouth open, completely stunned. "I can see" he observed finally, when he'd pulled himself together, "that you are as meticulous in your pleasure as you are in your work."
Skinner gave a wry laugh. "You could say that. Fox - why do you think I took you on? What do you think the appeal is to me in this situation?"
"Well" Mulder thought about it. "I don't know. I assume you just like the power trip, the control, the available sexual services" he trailed off.
"I do enjoy it, yes," Skinner mused, "but that wasn't why I got into all this. I'm not sharing all the details of the whys and wherefors at this point in time, but let me tell you this: a good top gets off on bringing pleasure to his sub, or slave, or whoever he's playing with. Not on inflicting pain, per se, or being a control freak, but on making his sub squirm, and tingle, and beg for it to stop, while all the time desperately wanting more. A good top is also safe," he emphasized the word. "Something you don't seem to care about, as you were prepared to sell yourself to a stranger. "
"It's not that." Mulder buried his head in his hands. "It's the thrill, sir. I need to be taken away from myself, and the danger of the unknown was so appealing," he sighed.
"So, I'm a disappointment." Skinner stated flatly.
Mulder's head jerked up. "No, sir. Hardly that. A revelation might be more accurate." He smiled weakly. "You're way out of the league, sir. I've never played with anyone like you. It's been" he hesitated, then smiled again, "fantastic," he finished.
"And yet you want to leave?" Skinner pressed.
Mulder hesitated. "It's brought up some old fears," he admitted. "You can tell me to go any time you like, but I can't reject you." He bit on his lip, realizing he'd said the one word that gave his motivation away.
"Ah." Skinner smiled. "And you see my refusal to fuck you as a rejection too, don't you?" he said softly. Mulder nodded, gazing at his feet. "Fox, you've only been here for 2 days," Skinner pointed out.
"I know. I'm an idiot. You must hate me." Mulder shrugged. "I'm a huge disappointment. No staying power, huh?" He looked up, trying to smile.
"That's not true." Skinner shook his head. "Although I think you need someone to make sure you stay, which is why I've insisted on your slavery. I will fuck you though - didn't it ever occur to you that I was preparing you for that? Your previous experiences of anal sex have been painful. I'm not small - if I'd just plunged straight in, you'd have been hurt. Now, it still might be a little uncomfortable, but there's some pain you enjoy, and some that's just too much for you. You told me you didn't ask for anal sex from previous tops because it fell into the latter category."
Mulder leaned back, and ran a hand over his eyes. "The butt plugsthey weren't just a kind of humiliation, ownership thing," he murmured, hating himself for having been so dense.
"No." Skinner smiled fondly. "It was preparation."
"Damn, I'm an idiot." Mulder sighed.
"Yes, but you're my idiot." Skinner laughed.
Mulder looked up. "You'll keep me?" His heart was in his mouth as he realized just how much he wanted to stay.
"Of course," Skinner said firmly. "There's a lot to be done, Fox. Firstly, I'm going to take you all the way down with me. Think of it as diving. I'm going to take you right to the bottom of yourself - your heart, mind and soul, and we'll find out what's there. I'll be holding you all the way, but all the same it might hurt, and it will probably scare you. You'll have moments when you freak out, and want to run, but I won't let you. We'll face you together, then we'll swim back up together, so that you can breathe freely in the air again, liberated from the darkness, and constant pressure. You've given over your life to me - but you haven't yet learned to give up the control. Once you do, you'll find the journey easier. It's not a journey you can escape from though. You're committed to it. I won't let you go until we're done, and that won't be any time soon. Tell me what you think, Fox - tell me, honestly, what do you want?"
Skinner's dark eyed gaze transfixed Mulder where he sat.
"I" he closed his eyes, and opened them again, to find Skinner still sitting there, waiting, his gaze never wavering. "I want to stayMaster," he whispered.
"Good." Skinner opened up the package on his desk, took out two picture frames, and placed them on his desk. They contained the contracts they had signed. Mulder's eyes flickered over both their signatures. He was so used to seeing them in the same place, on his work reports, but not like this; this was personal, and it felt good. It felt right.
"Let's view this as a reaffirmation of our vows." Skinner smiled. "I want you to keep both these on your night-stand. I want them to be the first thing you look at in the morning, and the last thing you look at when you go to bed. The way ahead is hard, but you can trust me to be by your side every step of the way."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded.
"And as for the issue about the massage - Fox I would have told you if I hadn't enjoyed your efforts. Wasn't my reaction evidence enough that I liked what you'd done?" Mulder shrugged, unwilling to cede the point. "Fox - you can't know everything without tuition. Clark Hammond - the man whose card I gave you - taught me massage! It's an important skill. I want you know all about the different oils, and how they can be used to treat different ailments. Your massage this morning was delicious - and Clark will teach you how to be even more skilled."
"Oh." Mulder bit on his lip, feeling stupid. It was all so reasonable that he didn't know why he had ever doubted his Master. He hated himself for so nearly screwing up the first thing in his life that had taken him outside himself, and given him some escape. He glanced up at Skinner.
"I screwed up," he admitted.
His Master shook his head. "Everyone makes mistakes, my slave," he murmured. "I might make a few myself during the course of your slavery. Please feel free to point them out to me if I do."
Mulder smiled, wondering if he'd dare. "Um, there's one thing I wanted to know, Master, while you're being so revealing," he said cautiously. "Do you have a camera in my bedroom?"
Skinner looked at him with a curious expression on his face. "A camera? Oh, I see!" he laughed out loud. "You're wondering how I knew about the cock ring and you jerking off!" He got up, went over to where his slave was seated, and put a finger under his chin, looking down on his property. "Do you think I need to spy on you?" He asked, in a deep, throaty voice, "when I know you so well?"
Mulder's eyes widened. "You guessed?" He asked. "How?"
"Fox, I'm not going to give away all my Master secrets to you," Skinner chided, tapping his slave firmly on the nose, "but as this is the first serious discussion we've had since your arrival, I'll give you this one for free. Don't expect any more in future. Before you went to bed I put the idea into your head - by denying you your pleasure, I made sure it was the only thing you could think about. You were new to your slavery - I didn't seriously suspect you to obey me at that point, and I made an educated guess that you wouldn't. In time you'll obey me because you want to, and because wanting to please me is the only thing on your mind. You won't wake up deciding whether to live or die any more, little one. Have you even thought about that since I brought you here?"
"No, Master." Mulder admitted, a slight lump welling up in his throat.
"Good." Skinner dipped his head and lightly kissed Mulder on the lips. "Now," he stood up straight, his eyes stern, and his demeanor brisk. "We have some issues to deal with."
"You're going to punish me for the way I spoke to you earlier." Mulder guessed, feeling his stomach churn anxiously.
"Yes, I am. If you'd come to me and talked about your concerns quietly, there would be no question of punishment, but I won't be ranted to. Did you do the tasks I set you earlier?"
Mulder's heart sank as he remembered that particular fiasco. "Yes, Master, I did," he murmured, "but then the cat," he spat that last word venomously, "decided to ruin all my hard work."
Skinner gazed at him curiously. "Show me," he commanded. Mulder led the way to the laundry room with a heavy heart. Skinner took one look at the ruined washing and shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Dear Wanda," he murmured. "You know, Fox, I don't think she likes you very much." He turned to Mulder, and frowned. "You're overdressed, slave," he commented.
"Yes, Master." Mulder scrambled to rid himself of his jeans and tee shirt, then knelt down in front of the other man, his body quivering slightly as he settled himself into the submissive position, wondering what was coming next.
"Is this what set off your mood?" Skinner asked. "Do you think I'm so unreasonable that I wouldn't recognize a catastrophe when I see it?" He smirked slightly at his pun, and Mulder sighed. Of all the Masters, in all the world, I have to be owned by one with a warped sense of humor
"I'm sorry, Master. I just kept thinking about the Playroom, and what you'd promised," he explained. "I wanted it so much." Damn, but that sounded so lame.
"All right. Let me outline what's going to happen next," Skinner told him sternly. "In a minute, you are going to put these clothes back in the wash, then dry and iron them."
Mulder looked up, biting back his anger at being reduced once more to live-in maid. "Yes, Master," he managed to squeeze out from between gritted teeth.
Skinner smiled and shook his head, recognizing the effort that had gone into that little display of obedience. "After that, I'm going to take you up to the Playroom," he said.
Mulder's face creased into a smile. "Thank you, Master," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Skinner's shoes, feeling guilty for his earlier petulance.
"However," Skinner continued. Mulder's heart did a flip. "This won't be all fun and games. I will use the harness, as you requested, but you're on probation - and I'll only allow you to come if I think you've been good enough. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded, resolving that the other man wouldn't find any fault with him.
"In addition, I will use the item you requested for your pleasure, to administer punishment instead. I'll enjoy the irony." Skinner grinned.
"Master will birch me?" Mulder felt his cock hardening, as he gazed at the ground.
"Yes, Fox, Master will birch you - very hard indeed," Skinner told him in a cool, stern tone.
Mulder swallowed hard but he knew he deserved the punishment - even if he was shaking inside at the thought of it.
The first thing Mulder did upon being left on his own in the laundry room was to get down on his hands and knees, and check behind the washing machine. He found what he was looking for, dragged her out by the scruff of her neck, and held her up.
"All right, missy. You just bought me a whipping," he told Wanda, looking into her baleful green eyes. "So from now on - and watch my lips because I don't want there to be any doubts on the subject - this is war. Understood?" Wanda's tail twitched angrily, and Mulder nodded. "Yeah, you think he belongs to you, but he's mine, lady, so watch out." He opened the laundry door and deposited her on the floor outside, shutting it again with a flourish
Mulder spent the afternoon in an agony of anticipation. He longed to experience the joys of the Playroom, but he was growing more and more apprehensive about the birching. It didn't help that he'd never had any experience of that particular mode of punishment before. He didn't know what to expect. He finished his laundry tasks late in the afternoon, and then reported back to Skinner who was sitting at the kitchen table doing some paperwork, with Wanda wrapped around his shoulders, her plush fur enveloping the back of his bald head, like a ruff. Mulder stood there for a moment, examining the pair of them. It couldn't be comfortable for his Master, but Wanda was clearly enjoying herself as her purring could be heard from the other side of the room, and Skinner was gently stroking her tail as he worked, taking care not to dislodge her. Mulder shot his enemy a malicious smile, as he claimed her doting servant's attention away from her.
Mulder held his breath as Skinner examined his work, desperately hoping it wouldn't be found wanting. His Master seemed satisfied though, and told him to take a bath, and relax, before reporting to the Playroom. Skinner unlocked the padlock on the chastity device, and pulled it away from Mulder's cock, and then, before his almost inevitable erection could develop, Skinner whisked the gold ring away too. Mulder's cock sprang into immediate life once released from its bonds. "Careful." Skinner slapped it gently. "You don't have my permission to come yet - that has to be earned," he told his slave. Mulder inhaled deeply, a worried frown creasing his forehead."I said relax!" Skinner laughed, kissing his forehead. "Pleasure and pain - you'll taste both, Fox, but not more than you can handle of each."
Mulder nodded and scooted for the bathroom, his body starting to tingle in anticipation. When he'd finished, he climbed the stairs to the upper apartment, his stomach flipping inside.
The door was ajar when he got there, and he knocked on it. Skinner opened it a few seconds later, and Mulder stood still, transfixed. Skinner had changed into a pair of tight leather pants, and was bare-chested. He looked divine, with his powerful shoulders, and tautly muscled chest. Mulder couldn't wait to kneel at his feet. Skinner ushered him into the playroom, and Mulder noted that the harness was already set up, hanging from several pulleys in the center of the room, directly under the glass ceiling panels.
"I thought I told you to relax." Skinner frowned.
"I am, Master," Mulder lied, and received a swat on his butt for his deception.
"Then why are you shaking?" Skinner wrapped a big arm around Mulder's neck, and drew him close, stilling his trembling with the sheer warmth and reassurance of his body. Finally, Mulder's tremors faded, and Skinner drew back, his expression stern. "Hold our your hands," he ordered. Mulder did as instructed, and Skinner fastened a pair of furry cuffs onto his wrists, repeating the process with his ankles. Then he tied a wide, soft belt around Mulder's midriff.
"This will support your back," Skinner told his slave, as he worked. Mulder nodded - the belt was extremely comfortable, as were the cuffs. "Now - go to the cupboard and bring me the birch," Skinner commanded. Mulder swallowed hard, and did as he was told, picking up the instrument of punishment almost reverently, and carrying it back to where his Master stood, adjusting the hoist for the harness. Mulder kneeled at Skinner's feet in the submissive pose, eyes down, hands holding out the birch, his whole body a mass of wildly conflicting emotions. Anticipation warred with fear, which in turn threatened to be swamped by excitement, and arousal.
When Skinner was satisfied with his work, he turned back to his slave, but instead of taking the birch from him, he put a finger under Mulder's chin and pulled his face up to look him in the eye. Mulder shivered - Skinner's expression was stern, and determined.
"This will be a proper punishment birching, Fox," he told his kneeling slave.
Mulder swallowed, and nodded. "Yes, Master, I understand," he managed to croak.
"Punishment should teach a lesson - I want you to think about the lesson you should learn from this birching," Skinner informed him. "When I punish you, I want the reason for your suffering to be uppermost in your mind."
"Yes, Master," Mulder said, starting to tremble again.
Skinner stroked his hair, softly, soothing him. "It will be hard, little one, but you'll survive."
Mulder closed his eyes, and nodded, pinpricks of sweat breaking out on his body. Skinner took the birch from his hands, and laid it on a table to one side. "On your feet," he ordered, and Mulder scrambled to obey.
Skinner fastened Mulder's cuffs and belt onto the harness, and tested each link firmly, to make sure they were secure. When he was satisfied, he paused to give his slave a brief kiss of reassurance, before swinging a startled Mulder into mid-air. Mulder gave a squawk of surprise, then surrendered to the sensation. It was actually very comfortable - his body was supported, and he felt as if he were flying. He was suspended on his front, at waist height.
"I won't ever leave the room while you're in bondage," Skinner told him. "If you feel any distress, tell me. Immediately. It's important. Understood?"
Mulder nodded quickly, then held his breath as Skinner picked up the birch. Mulder tensed, but all Skinner did was run the bound twigs over his back, then through Mulder's open thighs, and over his cock and balls, before continuing down his legs. Mulder lost sight of his Master briefly, then he reappeared, brushing the birch twigs along the side of Mulder's torso. It was a light, scratchy feeling, but it didn't hurt. Skinner stopped in front of the bound man, and looked down on him.
"I think you should watch yourself being punished," he said, propping up a large, gilt-edged mirror on the 'throne' opposite Mulder's hanging body. Mulder looked at himself, soaring through the air like a bird, suspended on the harness. There was a curious kind of beauty in his bondage, Mulder thought. It gave him a chill of arousal to see himself trussed up like this, immobilized, at the mercy of his stern owner. He saw himself as Skinner saw him: a bound, naked man awaiting his Master's attention.
Skinner returned to his side, and continued brushing the birch along Mulder's naked limbs, scratching it lightly under his chest, and over his nipples, making Mulder gasp. Then the stroking stopped, and the birch connected lightly with his bottom. It didn't hurt - in fact it created a delicious nipping sensation over his skin. Mulder sighed. The birch connected again, up and down his buttocks and thighs, over his shoulders, and down to his feet. Mulder could see now why Skinner had told him that he could make the birch an instrument of pleasure. This light tickling was sensuous and erotic.
Without warning the pressure of the licks got harder. Now the twigs descended with greater speed and force on his naked flesh, making him gasp and cry out. Skinner ignored his wriggling, and continued to swing the birch down, confining his attention mainly to Mulder's exposed bottom, but occasionally applying it elsewhere, keeping Mulder on edge, not knowing where it would land next. The combined force of the twigs as they striped his bare backside made Mulder suddenly appreciate Skinner's warning that this was a punishment.
"It stings, Master!" He gasped.
"Yes, slave, it does." Skinner replied, applying the birch with more force. Mulder began to sob now, moving his body in the harness, desperate to escape the instrument of torture that he was sure was flailing the skin from his bones.
"Please, Masterit hurtsow!it hurts" he whimpered desperately.
"It's a punishment, Fox - it will hurt even more before I'm through," Skinner informed him tersely. "Now, have you thought about the lesson you're being taught here?"
"No! YesIow!" Mulder panted.
"Well?" Skinner pressed.
"It's difficult to talk, Master, when you'reoh fuck!" Mulder yelped as the birch landed on his shoulders, and then again on his thighs, before returning to his already sore buttocks.
"I'm waiting." Skinner delivered another hard stripe on Mulder's bottom, wringing a sob from the helpless man. "What lesson will you learn from your punishment?" Skinner insisted, in a calm, inexorable tone.
Mulder knew the torture wouldn't stop until he came up with a satisfactory answer. "Tonot to try and leave!" He gasped.
"No." Skinner slapped down a particularly hard stroke. "That's not what you're being taught here. Try again."
Mulder wracked his brain, trying desperately to think of the right answer. He watched himself being punished in the mirror, his tall, strong, ruthlessly efficient Master reducing him to a quivering, helpless morass of sensation. He felt his cock harden at the raw, sweaty beauty of the scene.
"LessonI'm thinkingow! I said I'm thinking!" Mulder yelped as the birch bit into his flesh with a savage caress.
"Think faster," Skinner instructed. "It's not a very hard lesson, Fox, although I have a feeling it'll take more than this one punishment to drum it home."
Mulder thought back over the day's events and they all kaleidoscoped together in his mind, creating a series of jumbled images. He saw himself ironing, saw Wanda glowering at him from the fridge, saw himself seated in his jeans and tee shirt on the couch, mouthing off at his Master.
"I mustn't be disrespectful to you!" He gasped, pleased with himself. "I won't swear at you again, or throw a tantrum like I did todayI promiseaarrrgghhhh!" He screamed as the birch descended once more, with full force on his upturned, waiting buttocks.
"It would be nice if you could manage that," Skinner chuckled, "but I'm not exactly going to hold my breath. It's also not the lesson I want you to learn from this birching. Try again."
"I can'tMaster, please!" Mulder begged, feeling sure he'd reached his limit, wanting only for the punishment to stop for just one second so that he could think but the birch continued its vicious work, unrelenting, and unyielding. Mulder remembered sitting in Skinner's small study, and hearing his Master talk about diving, or somethinghe felt like he was diving now, suspended here like this. Then Skinner had told him that
"I have to talk to you, Master! I have to tell you what I'm thinking and feeling, especially when I'm upset. I have to be honest with you!" he cried out.
The nightmare stopped, and Mulder hung in mid-air, the sweat pouring off his body. Then Skinner was cradling his face between his hands, looking deep into Mulder's eyes.
"Good, well done, Fox," Skinner told him, kissing his forehead, then his lips, before softly nuzzling his hair. "You did well. I'm so proud of you, little one."
He continued whispering praise and endearments, until Mulder stopped panting, and became bathed in a glow of warmth. The endorphin high hit him, and he felt the dual joys of being made to endure hard physical punishment while being suspended like this in mid-air. It made the dreamy sensation of floating away that he always got from the endorphin rush all the more real and satisfying.
"Thank you, Masterthank you" he babbled incoherently.
"For what?" Skinner asked, in an amused tone.
"For making mego further than I thought I could" Mulder sighed.
Skinner grinned, and smoothed Mulder's hair. "I'll take you further yet, little one," he promised in a deep, sexy growl. Mulder closed his eyes and savored the words, the intent going straight to his cock.
Skinner disappeared out of his field of vision, then returned a few seconds later with a cold, damp washcloth. He ran it gently over Mulder's hot skin, cooling the fevered flesh, pausing to lick at the light marks created by the birch, which were already fading.
"Now - I'm going to play with you," Skinner promised. "I'm going to take my pleasure from you slowly, little one, and you are going to submit to everything I want to do to you. At the end, if I'm satisfied, you can come - but not before. Come before I tell you, and I'll get my crop out of the cupboard and add to those welts that I gave you yesterday. Understand?"
Mulder nodded weakly, willing his rampant cock to calm down, and wait until it had permission to explode. Skinner adjusted Mulder's position, turning him onto his back, and reattaching him, checking the links to make sure his slave was secure.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded, throwing his head back and gazing out of the window above him. It was starting to get dark, and the sky was a deep blue color. A flock of birds flew into his field of vision, turned, en masse, and disappeared again. This feltso damn good!
Skinner brought over a small box of objects which Mulder craned his head to try and get a good look at. Skinner tapped his nose reprovingly.
"You'll soon become intimately acquainted with them, believe me," he chuckled.
He fastened Mulder's legs so that they were open wide, then stood between his outstretched thighs. Without warning, he entered one lubed finger into Mulder's ass. Mulder gasped, taken by surprise, then gasped again, as Skinner's hand stroked his thigh, feeling something soft, warm, soothing - fur. A glance down confirmed that Skinner was wearing a glove. His Master stroked him with that smooth, furry hand, while he continued to probe inside his prone slave's body with his finger, adding another, then a third, finding Mulder's prostate, making the captive man writhe in pleasure from both sensations.
"Ah, you like being strokedlike a cat" Skinner murmured, running the glove up Mulder's chest, and down the side of his neck. Mulder moaned, and nuzzled into the embrace. Skinner continued with these dual caresses for several minutes, until Mulder thought he'd end up purring like a cat too. Then he jumped, startled, as a hot object landed on his thigh. He glanced down and saw the dildo resting on his skin.
"Its filled with warm water," Skinner told him, parting the captive man's buttocks and sliding the slender dildo between his open cheeks. Mulder tensed, but it was a curiously comforting sensation, warming him inside. He relaxed, and Skinner moved the dildo within his body, sliding it back and forth up the lubed passage. Then he removed it, and Mulder let out a startled yelp as a cold object was placed on his thigh.
"Ice-water." Skinner grinned evilly.
"No" Mulder twisted, but Skinner parted his buttocks and smoothly pushed the cold, lubed object into Mulder's waiting body. "Fuck!" Mulder wriggled, and squirmed but couldn't dislodge the freezing intruder. It wasn't big, and it didn't hurt, it was just so damn cold.
Skinner stoked his thigh again, fondling him until he quieted, then he teased the dildo in and out, making Mulder gasp with every cold lunge. The cold dildo was replaced once more by the warm one, and he relaxed again. Skinner alternated the two dildos for several long minutes, making Mulder alternately writhe, and bliss out. The bound man was aware of his cock growing harder and he groaned, wanting desperately to come. Skinner removed the cold dildo one final time, and took the tip of Mulder's cock between his thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly.
"Not yet," he ordered.
Mulder sighed. "Soon, Master, please" he begged.
"Maybe," Skinner smiled, and began running his hands over Mulder's prone body. "It feels good having you here, helpless, at my mercy," he whispered, bending his head, and taking one of Mulder's nipples in his mouth. It was the first time Skinner had sucked him there, and Mulder nearly shot through the roof, as his nerve endings, sensitized by the birching and anal play, jangled and screeched in arousal.
"Hmmm, someone likes being sucked here." Skinner disengaged with a grin. "That's good - I'm glad these are such erogenous zones for you, slave, it'll make it doubly satisfying to pierce them." He pinched both nipples at the same time, jack-knifing Mulder's body into the air.
"Yes, Master." Mulder panted, trying desperately to stop himself coming.
"Time for a change of scenery, I think." Skinner flipped Mulder onto his front again, and arranged him into a kneeling position, tightening parts of the harness in places, so that Mulder's butt was completely exposed, his legs fastened wide apart, stretching his anus open, and displaying his most secret body parts to the world. "Look between your legs," Skinner commanded, and Mulder did as he was told, to see himself reflected back, the image in the mirror dominated by his ass, which was just about the only part of himself he could see from this position. He was completely exposed, and without dignity, just a butt floating in mid-air.
A movement distracted his attention, and he looked up to see Skinner unbuttoning his leather pants in front of him. He watched transfixed, as Skinner slid the leather down his long limbs, to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His large cock immediately stood up straight, thick and arousing. Mulder made a small whimpering sound as he surveyed the lean, powerful body of his nude Master.
Skinner stood in front of him, lifted Mulder's head to his chest and directed him to suck his nipples. Mulder enjoyed having the big man's arms enfolded around him as he worked, tickling the small nubs of flesh with his tongue, and scraping them gently with his teeth. He must have done something right, as his Master sighed, and leaned into the embrace, enjoying himself for several minutes, before he pushed Mulder away, moved down to his slave's buttocks, grasped them in his big hands, and rubbed his erect cock against them.
"Please, Master" Mulder pushed back onto that cock, wanting to feel it inside him, to be taken in this most helpless and submissive of positions, overwhelmed, and completely dominated by the other man. Skinner just teased him, rubbing himself along Mulder's crease, but not entering.
"Do you want me, slave?" Skinner asked.
"Yes, Masterplease, please" Mulder begged.
"Not yet!" Skinner laughed, slapping his butt. Mulder felt his whole body go limp in despair at the constant wanting, and being denied. "I will take you, slave," Skinner continued in a low, sexy tone, "and I'll use you hard, and fast, but first I want you to think about how you can serve me. I'm going to leave you hanging here, your ass in the air, with this little beauty" his finger circled Mulder's opening, "exposed and waiting. I want you to focus all your thoughts here, knowing that the only way you can serve me while you're in bondage, is with this" His finger thrust into Mulder's body, sending a wave of pleasure through the prone man's body. "When I come back, I'll use you well. Until then, I want you to think of me entering you, of how it'll feel to serve me with this part of yourself, and of how you're going to welcome me and worship me here."
Skinner withdrew his finger, and Mulder heard him walk away. He relaxed into his bonds, and tried to do as he'd been instructed. It wasn't hard. His backside was so exposed that it was all he could think about - that and the fact that Skinner was going to put him out of his misery and take him. It made his cock ache with desire.
He wasn't sure how much time passed with him hanging there in that agony of longing, but finally he heard Skinner return. The big man trailed a line of kisses up Mulder's body, finally ending up at Mulder's head.
"I have a little task for you, Fox," Skinner said, nuzzling his erect cock against the side of Mulder's cheek. "I want you to put the condom on for me."
"How, Master?" Mulder blinked, looking at the unwrapped condom Skinner was holding, and his own tied, outstretched arms.
"With your lips, Fox, how else?" Skinner grinned, opening his slave's mouth with his finger, and placing the condom on his tongue. Mulder did his best, but the condom ended up as a soggy heap on the floor. "Hmm, try again." Skinner opened another one, and placed that in his slave's waiting mouth. Mulder tried once more to apply it to his Master's magnificent, erect cock. He did a little better this time, and Skinner helped him by guiding the condom into place with his fingers. "I can see that you're going to have to practice this. I want you to become fully proficient," Skinner ordered. "I'm going to give you a dildo and pack of condoms to take to your room - you can practice it until you can do it blindfolded - which you're very likely to be asked to do at some point," he chuckled.
He returned to Mulder's buttocks, patting them, and kneading the sore flesh with his hands, sending dizzy waves of pleasure/pain straight into Mulder's cock. Mulder felt Skinner's tongue on his spine, then lower, lapping at his buttocks, before they were parted and he felt the tip of his Master's cock nestle into his anus.
"Do you want more?" Skinner asked, and Mulder nodded, and tried to thrust back. "Slowly, I want to fill you inch, by slow inch, to claim you, and possess you, to make you mine," his Master told him in a low, silky voice. Mulder shivered, and tried not to tense up, as Skinner continued pushing steadily forward. Now he dimly appreciated why his Master had taken such trouble to prepare him. He felt stretched almost to capacity, his body trembling with the strain of taking his Master's large cock within the small ring of anal muscle. Skinner's slow progress was a kind of infinite agony, pushing him open, claiming him with that hard thickness, plunging deeper and deeper as if aiming for Mulder's very soul. Finally, it stopped, and Mulder could feel the warmth of his Master's body against his buttocks. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the intrusion, to relax his aching muscles around it.
"How does that feel?" Skinner asked, and Mulder felt the other man's hands soothing his back.
"Good" Mulder panted, "hurts a bitbut good."
"Your body will soon learn to accommodate me," Skinner murmured, stroking Mulder gently, not moving inside him. "I'll use you like this frequently - probably at least once a day, so the sooner you become accustomed to the feel of me inside you, the better." He adjusted his position, and Mulder grunted, gasping slightly as his body made sense of the new sensation. "You feel good, warm and tight - like a glove," Skinner said, continuing to stroke Mulder's buttocks and back softly. "I won't always take such care to arouse you though, slave. At times I'll expect you to serve me without any expectation of pleasure in return. I want you to think of a word" Skinner moved slowly, steadily, back, the pressure inside Mulder's body decreasing as his Master's large cock withdrew to the tip, then slowly surged back in again. Skinner rocked against Mulder's helpless body, stretching him with his sheer size, and Mulder hung there, his eyes closed, consumed by the moment. "You can choose any word you like," Skinner continued, easing himself in and out again. "When I say that word, wherever we are, I want you to stop what you're doing, take down your pants, and without argument, or protest, either bend over the nearest surface, or get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for my use. There won't be any foreplay" Mulder moaned, as his Master played skillfully with the erotic possibilities of his submission, creating a scenario in his mind's eye, of surrendering his will to his owner. "I'll use you, like the slave you are, and it'll be a hard, rough fuck." Skinner illustrated the point by thrusting his hips forward, pushing deep into Mulder's body, making him cry out, his body protesting the pain and welcoming the pleasure at one and the same time.
Mulder felt that slick cock pick up rhythm inside him, thrusting in and out, getting faster, sliding into what felt like the very depths of his bowels, and then back out again. He was lost in sea of eroticism. Skinner's voice, outlining his ultimate submissive fantasy was arousing his mind, while his body was being aroused by his Master's skilful hands stroking him, and that hard cock deep inside him, filling him, and brushing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure/pain coursing through his body. Mulder loved the fact that Skinner was standing while he used him, that Mulder was situated at just the right height to devour his Master's cock deep inside his body. Mulder's own cock was leaking badly, hopelessly aroused by his plight. Skinner's voice seemed to seep into his soul, connecting with his darkest submissive fantasies, and igniting them.
"You're my property, mine to possess, and take, whenever I likedon't forget that," Skinner stated, thrusting hard and fast.
"I won't, Master" Mulder moaned, arching his back. Skinner leaned forward, and Mulder felt himself covered by the big man's warm body, as it plunged back and forth into him.
"You feel so good, my dear, sweet, little slaveboy," Skinner growled, his teeth nipping Mulder's skin, his hands solid and reassuring as they petted him. "What's your word, Fox? Tell me the word to say whenever I wish to use you, to remind you what you are, and who you belong to." Skinner's thrusting reached a crescendo, and Mulder felt as if he'd blank out in a haze of sensation.
"Can I choose any word, Master?" He asked, the sweat dripping into his eyes, blinding him.
"Yes - whatever word you want."
Picking a word was the last thing on Mulder's mind, but he screamed the first thing that came into his head: "Wanda!"
He felt Skinner shudder to orgasm inside him, his body convulsing within Mulder's willing, waiting, wilting flesh. There was silence for a long moment, as Skinner lay panting against Mulder's back, his climax over. Mulder enjoyed the sensation of his Master softening inside him, holding him close, connected. After several silent minutes, the other man pulled out, and Mulder's anal muscles contracted gratefully. He felt sore, but utterly satisfied.
He watched Skinner dispose of the used condom, then his Master returned, and flipped him over onto his back.
"Wanda?" Skinner raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, Master. It was the first thing that sprang to mind," Mulder replied with a cheeky grin. It was revenge, of sorts.
"Hmmm." Skinner eyed him suspiciously.
"Well, you did say I could have any word," Mulder added with a butter wouldn't melt expression.
Skinner gave a gruff laugh, and patted his slave's body affectionately. "Yes, Fox, I did, and you can. Wanda it is. Remember your choice - when I use it, I expect your response to be immediate, or I can promise you a long, hard retribution."
"Have I been good, Master?" Mulder asked him hopefully, painfully aware of his hard cock.
"Yes, little one, you've been more than good. You've been excellent." Skinner kissed him lovingly. "And for that - I'll let you come. Just wait a bit longer, until I give the word." He slathered his hand in lube, then grasped Mulder's cock firmly in his hand. Mulder let out a cry, and would have jumped six feet in the air if he had been able to. "Close your eyes," Skinner whispered, and Mulder did as commanded. He felt Skinner blowing softly onto his bare, sensitized skin, and shivered, thinking he would expire soon from an overdose of sensation.
"Do you like poetry, Fox?" Skinner asked, continuing to blow on his slave's naked body.
"What?" Mulder's opened his eyes in surprise.
"Close them." Skinner said, with a chuckle. "As you haven't read the classic novels, I'm also going to assume that you haven't read much erotic poetry either. I'm going to recite one of my favorites to you - close your eyes, and let yourself go. Let me bring you to climax, then wait until I say you can come. When you do, it'll be a moment you remember for the rest of your life."
Mulder opened his mouth to say something, but Skinner closed it with his index finger.
"Not a word!" He recited softly.
"The eyes speak in rivers,
the fingers in trees.
The body has a language all its own:The body has a language all its own:
this time we will send the interpreter home."this time we will send the interpreter home."
Mulder closed his eyes, wondering whether this could get any more surreal. First that exotic, masterfully delivered punishment, then the hot and cold play, before being fucked by his Master, in that slow, pounding way, his mind being made love to along with his body, and now poetry! Shit, Skinner wasn't just in another league, he was on a different planet. All that time spent looking for extra terrestrials and there was one right under my noseTypical!
"I will open you
petal by petal
taking all the time in the world."
Mulder felt Skinner's warm, wet mouth descend on his nipples, and circle each one lazily. It felt almost comical, to be lying here suspended in space, while his Master recited poetry to him, and yet he didn't feel like giggling. His body was being caressed by an expert, and that rich, dark voice both soothed and aroused him - one more erotic weapon in the wide-ranging sensual armory his Master possessed.
"I will build with you a slow fire
stick by stick
and watch the color of your sunrise."
Skinner took Mulder's hard cock in his lubed hand, and milked it in a slick caress. Mulder teetered on the brink, holding on by the skin of his teeth.
"I will play with the wind of you,
cover your body with smiles and games,
promises and fantasies that disappear
without a trace."
Skinner's warm breath tickled his inner thigh, blowing across his balls, down to his feet, and back up again.
"I will stir your secret core,
witch's brew of potions and incantations,
and fell you simmering, rolling,
floating in my hand."
Mulder writhed, as Skinner's caress on his cock became harder and more insistent. He was floating, both literally and figuratively, suspended in mid-air, and drifting away on a haze of endorphins and sensation, which he had never experienced before in his entire life.
"I will fill you slowly up,
every crevice and curve,
watch feel hear smell taste you
growing full."
Skinner nibbled along Mulder's navel, and up his neck, sucking his nipples again, making Mulder scream out loud.
"And when every part of you is one,
when you are saturated, suspended,
water trembling over the brim,
I will ride with you over the falls
drown with you
disappear all boundaries
tumble over and over
and over and over
until there is only the spinning dizzy
dance beyond dancing
and the great wave crashing to bits
everything, leaving us
strewn with the seaweed
in the sand and the sun
to dry."
Skinner finished the poem, his slick hand reaching a crescendo as it pumped Mulder's cock.
"Any time you want, Fox," he whispered, his mouth descending on Mulder's, opening his lips and claiming a deep, powerful kiss. Mulder surrendered, his body giving in as he came in wave after wave of explosive orgasm. The sexual frustration of the past few days was swept aside as he came harder than he had ever done in his life before. He was dimly aware that it had been worth the wait, before a blinding white light flashed through his mind, overwhelming him, and causing him to black out for a second. When he came to, Skinner was washing him down with a damp cloth.
"That was impressive," his Master said, gesturing to the cloth. "All right, little one?" His tone was kind and concerned. Mulder managed a weak nod in reply. "Good, I'm going to untie you. Hold on." Skinner gently lowered him, then knelt down beside him and undid his cuffs. When he'd finished, Mulder slumped onto the floor, utterly and completely exhausted. Skinner chuckled, swung his slave up into his arms, and carried him over to the cushions that were piled up on the carpeted side of the room. He deposited the sated man on them, then sat down beside him, and gathered his slave up in his arms. Mulder lay with his head on his Master's lap, completely unable to move. His whole body seemed to have turned into liquid.
"Thank you, Master," he croaked, the sound of his own voice surprising him.
"You're welcome, slave." Skinner ran his large, blunt fingers through Mulder's damp hair.
Mulder studied his Master, committing to memory the face of the man who could reduce him to this boneless heap, taking in the dark eyes, and the sweep of wide jaw, the broad expanse of naked scalp, and the strong neck and shoulders.
"Permission to fall in love with you, Master," he murmured.
Skinner smiled, and smoothed Mulder's dark hair away from his eyes. "Permission granted, Fox," he said softly.
End of Part 5.
Part Six: The Piercing.
Mulder lay in the bed next to Skinner, trying to pretend that he'd been there all night. He hadn't. After that mind blowing sex the previous day, both men had taken a long time to wind down. Skinner had helped his stricken slave into the bath, then they had eaten together in companionable silence, after which Skinner had sent him off to bed. It had been early, but Mulder was too wrung out to argue. He had fallen asleep almost immediately, his entire body in a state of sated exhaustion. Neither of them had mentioned the 'L' word again but Mulder knew that his feelings had undergone a profound transformation. It was too soon for him to know what the implications of that were. He just knew that when he opened his eyes the following morning, and saw Skinner's signature scrawled across the Master contract on his nightstand, his heart leapt. He lay there just looking at it, feeling warm and safe.
After staring at both contracts for a few minutes, he got up and made Skinner his coffee, then some devil in him prompted him to take it up ten minutes early. He tiptoed into the bedroom, and put the coffee and paper on the nightstand, then crept silently into the bed, and snuggled up beside his sleeping Master. Now he was busy convincing himself that he'd slept the night in Skinner's arms. It was a nice fantasy, and it wasn't even spoiled by Wanda's furry presence tickling his toes.
Mulder's whole body felt tingling, and alive, and overnight he had become a great believer in the restorative powers of explosive orgasms. He wasn't really sure what was going on in his heart or mind. He'd started off trying to play Skinner, but somewhere along the way the rules seemed to have been changed, and he wasn't sure how, or why, or even what to do about it. For now, he decided to do nothing, and just give himself up to the moment. Resistance was not only futile, it wasn't even possible in the face of such an overwhelming opponent. Besides, Mulder wasn't even sure that he wanted to resist. For now at least. A nagging voice in the back of his head worried about how he was going to cope with these new emotions when he and Skinner returned to work. Mulder wasn't an idiot - he knew that his passion for his work had only been temporarily dampened during this week spent enjoying other passions. What would happen when his duties as a slave conflicted with his duty to his quest? Mulder resolved that he would answer those questions when they arose. For now, he had this week, this one week, with all the joys and terrors that it both threatened and promised to bring.
Mulder mulled over the events that Skinner had outlined to him. Firstly, the piercing. Mulder shivered. Skinner had said that would be Wednesday or Thursday. Mulder ran his fingers over his nipples, wondering how they would look, pierced with his Master's rings. He longed to finally be wearing all five of the tokens his Master had given to him upon taking him as his slave, but his stomach churned at the thought of the piercing. He didn't have so much as a pierced ear, and he wasn't sure how he would cope when that needle pricked through one of his primary erogenous zones. Of course it could be worseMulder's cock went into a scared spasm at that thought. He continued playing with his now hard nipples. Phoebe had whipped them once, but she had been contemptuous about his inability to cope with as much pain as she wanted to deliver, ruining the scene for both of them. Skinner was right - his nipples were huge erogenous zones for him. He enjoyed having them sucked, and while the idea of being decorated in this way at his Master's hand was a turn on, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to stand the pain.
Mulder glanced at the clock as these thoughts churned through his head, watching as it ticked over: 8:57, 8:58, 8:599:00. Then he disappeared under the sheetsand found himself face to face with Wanda.
"Go," he hissed, disturbed by the idea of performing in front of that green-eyed audience. She blinked at him, and didn't budge. Mulder licked his lips - he could see his Master's cock, and longed to show the other man some small gratitude for that mind-blowing session in the Playroom the previous day. Ignoring the cat, Mulder nudged forward and gently started his wake-up call.
Mulder enjoyed this part of the day best. Being able to serve his Master, bringing him to climax, and then having a few minutes nestled on Skinner's shoulder, or draped over his chest afterwards. The big man didn't seem to mind Mulder's need to get close to him while he drank his coffee, and read his paper. In fact he appeared to like it, and amused himself stroking Mulder's body absently while he read, as if his slave were a cat. Skinner's fingers idly played with Mulder's nipples, as the slave lay watching his Master drink.
"Master" he began.
"Hmmm?" Skinner carried on reading.
"About the piercing" Mulder hesitated.
Skinner looked down on him, and squeezed the nipple he was playing with encouragingly. "Yes."
"Um, you have done it before haven't you?" Mulder asked.
Skinner laughed. "Yes, Fox. I've done it before."
Mulder sat and considered that information, thinking of Skinner sitting in all those meetings with him for all those years, while secretly having this particular skill. It was scary - and his cock made it quite clear that he found it a turn-on too. All that time spent searching for this uber-top, and he had been sitting within arm's reach, one step ahead the entire time.
"Do you, is thereI mean, do you swab the, um, area, with local anaesthetic?" He asked hopefully.
Skinner folded up his paper, and turned his attention to his slave. "No, Fox," he said gently. "I'll certainly disinfect the nipple, but even if you had it done by a professional they don't usually anaesthetize first."
"Oh." Mulder shivered. "It's going to hurt then?" he ventured. Skinner's fingers continued to brush over his nipples, playing with them. Mulder moaned, leaning into the embrace.
"Fox, it will hurt, yes," Skinner told his slave honestly, looking down into his eyes. "I know these are particularly sensitive areas of your body, but trust me, they'll look beautiful. As for the pain - it's intense, but the worst of it is over with very quickly. There's some throbbing afterwards, and they'll take several days to heal completely. I'll limit playing with them while they're healing - although I will train you to the leash during that time. I find the vulnerable sensation of newly pierced nipples gives a considerable incentive towards the training. Do you have any more questions?" he asked encouragingly.
"Supposing I can't stand the pain? What if I pass out?" Mulder hated himself for being such a wimp, but he was terrified by the thought of disappointing his Master. He had never cared this much about pleasing a top since Phoebe. After she had ripped his chest open and pulled his heart out, he had never allowed himself to get close to another top. He used them, and he didn't care what they got from it or what they thought of him. This was different though. This was Skinner - his Master.
"Sometimes people do pass out." Skinner shrugged. "As for the pain - you'll stand it, little one, because I'll make you. It's not a choice." He lifted Mulder's chin, and kissed him sweetly on the lips. "Your body is mine to decorate as I wish," he reminded his slave.
"Yes, Master," Mulder muttered, trembling slightly. He loved the words, he just wasn't sure about the reality. Knowing that he didn't have any choice was a relief though. It was out of his hands. He had no say in the matter. Mulder relaxed, enjoying the way his Master was playing with the nipples in question, and arching into the caress. He didn't have to worry about it any more. It wasn't going to happen for a couple of days anyway"Master?" He ventured.
Skinner sighed. "Slave," he replied, pinching a nipple playfully.
"You said Wednesday, or Thursday? Which day will it be? I'd like to, um, prepare. In my head."
Skinner looked down on him steadily for a moment. "I will give you all the preparation you need," he stated forcefully. "And I think, Fox, that if I told you which day, you wouldn't use the time to prepare - you'd use it to fret."
Skinner considered it for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Mulder looked up into his Master's dark eyes, whimpering as the other man's fingers rubbed his nipples to hard points, making his cock follow suit, straining against the cock ring that Skinner insisted he wore at all times - turning every arousal into an erection of some duration. Sometimes he felt like he had a permanent hard-on which might have been gratifying for his Master but was damn painful for the slave, especially as he wasn't allowed to come.
"You know I see no reason to delay," Skinner said, unexpectedly. "I'm a flexible man, Fox. I was going to concentrate on the wider aspects of your training for the next few days, but I think, as you're so anxious about this particular event, that I'll move it forward and pierce you today instead. That way you won't have time to worry yourself into a frenzy."
"What?" Mulder sat up, startled.
"Yes." Skinner nodded firmly. "Today."
"Please, Master, I didn't mean" Mulder floundered, flying into a panic. Today?! "That is, hell, you don't have to do this for me! I can wait a couple of days. No problem!"
"Hush." Skinner kissed him into silence, then flicked his fingers at the floor by the bed. Mulder immediately scrambled down and got into position, knees open, shoulders straight, head down. "All right - listen to me," Skinner said in that low, throaty voice that his slave found so arousing. "For the rest of the day, I want you to be in a state of deep submission. I'll expect you to be able to enter this state at will by the end of our week together, but you'll spend the next few days learning how to reach it. By Friday, I expect you to be fairly proficient - you'll spend the entire party in a deeply submissive mind-set and you won't come out of that until I give you permission."
"Yes, Master." Mulder said, not looking up.
"Good." Skinner patted his head. "The first rule is that you will only speak when spoken to. You will not speak at any other time, unless it is to draw my attention to something important. Failure to follow this rule will result in punishment, which is likely to be several hard strokes of the crop, or cane. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder could have cursed his treacherous cock for showing Skinner how much this scenario turned him on.
"Good. Secondly - when you are not working on a task I have given to you, you will kneel in this position beside me at all times." Skinner emphasized those last words, sternly. "That's important. I want you next to my knee, so I can touch you, or use you if I wish, without inconvenience."
"Yes, Master," Mulder whispered, tingling at the thought of being 'used'.
Skinner placed a finger under his slave's chin, making Mulder look up at him. "Do not just play lip service to this, Fox," he warned. "Use the time to enter into a head-space where you fully embrace your slavery, and accept your Master's will totally. That means no smart comments, no answering back, and no making faces when I ask you to do something."
Mulder swallowed. "Yes, Master," he said.
"Give yourself up to your submission, and you'll do fine." Skinner smoothed Mulder's hair affectionately. "I won't ask you to exist in this submissive head-space permanently. I've told you before - I want a smart, witty, intelligent slave, who is able to act on his own initiative. When I've finished your training, you'll be able to enter into this most submissive state at the click of my fingers, without argument, or resentment. That won't happen overnight though. We have a lot of work to do to help you get there."
"I understand, Master." Mulder could feel himself start to tremble, as he always did when Skinner spoke to him in this serious way. His Master's expression didn't soften, but his voice caressed Mulder lightly as he continued.
"Fox - don't fight it. Today, of all days, it's important that you follow my instruction to the letter. If you do, then you'll find your Piercing to be an experience of profound submissive satisfaction. If you don't, then it'll just be painful."
Mulder's throat had gone dry, and he couldn't even begin to speak. He just nodded.
"I've given you a lot of leeway in the past couple of days," Skinner told him, cradling Mulder's face gently in his hand, stroking the slave's cheek with his thumb. "I wanted to win your trust, and show you some of the treats that were on offer. Now, as it's Monday, I think it's time to get down to some proper work if I'm going to get you ready by the end of the week. I won't ever be harsh, little one," he said softly, "but you will find me very strict. Unless I tell you otherwise, you can assume that you're in deep submission mode all week. Tomorrow, when you bring me my coffee, you'll perform your wake-up duty, and then kneel beside the bed in position until it's time for your morning discipline. That is the morning ritual you will follow this week. If you do well, then you'll be allowed to stay in the bed while I drink my coffee next weekend."
Mulder's heart sank. No more fondling, no more lying with his head on his Master's chest until next Saturday? How would he be able to get through five whole days without that little treat.
"Fox," Skinner said warningly. "I've been settling you in gently, but I have very high and exacting standards for my slave. You can expect some severe restrictions during your training."
"Yes, Master." Mulder croaked faintly.
"When I'm satisfied with you, and I think you've learned how to be completely submissive, then I'll allow you more freedom," Skinner said. "I want you to be a credit to me, Fox, and I'm sure you will be."
"I want that too, Master," Mulder said quietly.
"Good. Then we both have the same goal in mind. Fox," Skinner's hand smoothed Mulder's hair away from his face. "There are rewards for learning your lessons well," he said. "If you try hard this week, and make me proud of you at the party, then I'll grant you a treat. What would you like for your reward? A session in the Playroom? A special fantasy played out? Tell me."
Mulder didn't even need to think about it. "I'd like to spend a whole night in your bed, sleeping in your arms, Master," he said, flushing furiously, knowing his fantasy revealed too much, but wanting it too badly to stop himself asking. Skinner's dark eyes looked at him gravely for what seemed like an eternity, but his hand never stopped caressing Mulder's hair. Mulder held his breath, scared that Skinner would refuse him. Instead of it being a simple request, easily granted, he was suddenly aware that he had asked for something of considerable magnitude, and he almost backtracked, annoyed with himself.
"All right." Skinner said, with a nod. Mulder's heart did a somersault. "Pay attention to what I have to teach you, do your best to learn, and obey, and I'll take you to my bed after the Party. However, Fox" Skinner's eyes held a warning in them. "This has to be earned," he stated seriously. "It's not a foregone conclusion."
"No, Master. I understand. I promise I'll try hard." Mulder said, surprising himself with his earnest reply.
"Good." Skinner pointed to his lap. "Over my knee," he ordered.
Mulder swiftly got into position, arranging pillows under his thighs to lift his ass up for Skinner's attention. His Master didn't immediately dispense the morning discipline though. Instead he examined Mulder's body minutely. "Do you hurt anywhere after yesterday?" he asked, one hand stroking Mulder's buttocks, the other working its way into his slave's lubed anus.
"No, Master."
"What about here - sore?" Skinner's fingers worked harder, opening Mulder up beneath their insistent caress.
"A little, Master," Mulder admitted, with a wriggle that earned him a hard slap on his rump. "Fox, you're mine. You'll allow me to touch any part of my property without squirming, or making a fuss," Skinner told him firmly. "Now, turn around, I want to examine you properly."
Mulder knelt in place as ordered, head facing towards Skinner's knees, butt raised in mid-air. He flushed bright red as Skinner pried his buttocks open, and checked him over thoroughly. His Master's fingers dipped in and out of his anus, cool and probing.
"Fine." Skinner slapped Mulder's butt lightly. "Get back in place. You've been nicely stretched, but there's no tearing," he told his slave. "That's good - it means I'll be able to use you again later today - after piercing you. You might find it sore after yesterday, but as I said, you should get accustomed to being used, and the sooner the better. It'll be an almost daily occurrence from now on. I think a combination of that, and daily discipline, should serve to remind you who you belong to, as well as reinforcing the lesson that you are a slave, and subject to your Master's will."
Mulder felt a thrill running through his body at Skinner's words. He had always enjoyed the extreme submissive kick that he got from the idea of receiving anal sex from a top, but Skinner was the first one he had trusted to give him that without causing him damage. The idea of being on the receiving end of his Master's attention on a daily basis, struck a nerve deep inside him, and made his cock, that barometer of his mind's arousal, go instantly hard.
Mulder heard Skinner open a drawer in his night-stand. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his Master retrieve a small, hard, functional black leather paddle from the drawer. Skinner looked back at him, and frowned.
"Fox - when you've been placed in deep submission, you'll keep your eyes down at all times," he informed him tersely. Mulder bit on his lip, and rested his head on his arms. Nobody had ever required him to do anything other than pretend at submission before. He was sure he'd wouldn't be able to get away with doing that with his new Master. Apart from anything else, Skinner had told him the piercing would be all the more painful if he didn't try and get himself in the right mind-set. That was incentive enough.
That morning's spanking was hard and fast. Skinner didn't caress him, or lead him in slowly with a warm-up - instead he swung the paddle down on Mulder's ass with a reverberating smack.
"Shit!" Mulder cried, and he was rewarded by a hard smack to the top of his thighs.
"I'm not cruel enough to make you keep quiet during spanking but I don't want to hear anything coherent from you," Skinner informed him, continuing with the spanking at breakneck speed. "What are you, Fox?" He demanded, one hand parting Mulder's butt cheeks down the cleft in the middle and pushing up, squeezing the right buttock into a tightly compressed, isolated, roll of flesh. Thereafter every single slap was delivered to Mulder's right cheek.
"I'm your slave, Master." Mulder answered, trying hard not to wriggle.
"What is your status in this household?" Skinner asked, continuing to concentrate on that one red buttock until Mulder wasn't sure he could stand it any more.
"That of, ow! slave, Master! Owww!" Mulder replied.
"What are your duties?" The paddle peppered Mulder's right buttock with a series of blistering blows.
"To address myself, argh! you and your needs, Master!" Mulder tried hard not to wriggle under the onslaught, but it was difficult. The paddle stopped for a moment, and Mulder felt Skinner's hand move, pulling his left buttock down, close towards the big man's body. Now, his Master concentrated on his left buttock, every blow being delivered with the precision and concentration to detail that Mulder had come to expect from his Master.
"Remind me what you are again," Skinner said.
"Your slave, Master." Mulder sobbed, burying his head in the pillow.
"Your duties?"
"To serve you! Ow!" The tears were flowing freely now. That paddle was vicious.
"And your status?"
"I have none, Master. I'm only a slave," Mulder wriggled under that relentless paddle. "Please, Master, not in the same place all the timeplease," Mulder begged, as his left butt cheek felt as if it would burst into flame.
"Does the slave accept the right of his Master to punish him where he wishes?" Skinner asked ominously.
"Yes, Master," Mulder panted.
"I think that in the past when you've been punished, you've viewed it merely as a means to your own pleasure. Not any more, Fox," Skinner stated grimly. "From now on, spankings, whether for your instruction or your enjoyment, are delivered purely at my own discretion. What you want is irrelevant." To punctuate this statement, Skinner stepped up the pace, using the paddle like a maestro, his aim always landing true. Mulder gasped, the pain mingling with Skinner's words and impacting on him in the most profound way. "Stay still, Fox and take the discipline. It's a hard lesson, but one we'll be returning to over and over again until it's learned. Now you've earned yourself some extra attention on this spot." Skinner repeated the hard slaps to the center of Mulder's left buttock until Mulder felt he would have done anything, said anything at that moment in time, just to feel the paddle on some other part of his body. Anywhere but his aching, burning left butt cheek. He dissolved into a helpless mass of completely submissive slave, trying to switch off from the pain in that blistered buttock, to find a way with coping with it.
He thought back to what Skinner had told him about being in a state of deep submission, reliving the words and concept. He was Skinner's slave, and his Master could punish him in whatever way he likedhe couldn't stop him, or plead with him; his Master would continue to his own satisfaction. Mulder was merely a slave, and had to accept whatever was done to his body, which was didn't belong to him anymore. It belonged instead to his Master. Mulder was his Master's property, to be used in any way his Master wished
Suddenly it stopped, and Mulder realized that he had barely felt the last few slaps as he had concentrated on the implications of his slavery.
"Well done. I think you learned something this morning," Skinner commented softly.
"Yes, Master." Mulder whispered, subdued by the quiet power of his own mental voice. He felt as if he had entered another realm, and he wasn't sure he wanted to leave it. Skinner seemed to recognize this, and spoke in a low, steady tone, not breaking the mood.
"All right - I like this shade of red." Skinner slapped his sore buttocks, making Mulder jump. "Go and stand in the corner of the room so that I can see that red butt on display," he ordered.
Mulder slid off the bed, and did as he was told. He stood quite still, facing the wall, his face almost as red as his bottom. He was used to being naked, but there was something particularly humiliating about the idea of his sore butt being on display. He felt as if waves of heat were rolling off his ass, warming the entire room. About a quarter of an hour passed and then he heard Skinner get up, and come to stand behind him. His Master grabbed his buttocks, and fondled them with hard strokes of his thumbs on the painful flesh as he gave Mulder his orders:
"In a minute, I want you to go and start my shower for me and set my towel warming. Then you can come back in here and lay my clothes out - sweats and a white tee shirt. When you've finished you can stand waiting for me to finish in the shower, and dry and dress me. Then you can kneel beside me, and wait on me while I eat. When I've finished, and you've cleared away my dishes, you can help yourself to your own breakfast. After that you will kneel beside me again, and wait until I require your further services. Fox - one thing." Skinner's voice was firm and silky whispering in his ear. "I would prefer you not to fidget while you're kneeling. However, you're only human. If at any point you start to ache, or get cramp, just stand up and stretch, or change your position. I don't expect you to ask permission to do that. If you can't stay kneeling, it's acceptable for you to sit for short periods to relieve any aches. You don't need to ask my permission to use the bathroom either - just go quietly when you need to, and return to my side when you're done. You should be as unobtrusive as possible. If I want to notice you, I can assure you that I will."
Mulder swallowed as his Master's voice caressed him, entering that private plane he seemed to have washed up on. When Skinner finished speaking he nodded.
"Yes, Master," he replied, eyes down, fixed on his feet. He was surprised when Skinner drew him into a quick hug, kissing his forehead.
"Fox, you're clever, brave, and independent. I like that in you, and in time that's what I'll allow you to be again. I like your conversation, to say nothing of the vibrant personality it reveals," Skinner grinned fondly at his slave. "I would never, ever want that lost. I know it's harder for you to be silent than almost anything else I'm going to demand of you, but it's a lesson in submission that you need to learn."
"Yes, Master." Mulder whispered, spellbound, his head resting lightly on Skinner's shoulder.
"Good." Skinner stepped back, and slapped his butt firmly. "Get moving," he ordered.
Mulder sprang into action, trotted quickly into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before finding Skinner's towel and draping it over the radiator. He watched Skinner step into the shower, fighting down an urge to follow him in, and run his hands over his Master's naked body. Instead he did as he had been commanded, and returned to the bedroom. He found Skinner's gray sweats hanging in his closet, and laid them on the bed, adding the tee shirt, briefs and socks from the dresser, and finding his Master's sneakers. Then he returned to the bathroom, and when Skinner emerged from the water, he stepped forward, enveloping his Master in the soft warm towel. He dried the other man with reverence, not even daring to steal kisses this time, just addressing himself to the task. He was fascinated by the tiny fringe of hair around the back of his Master's scalp, and towel dried it with particular care and reverence. He noticed for the first time, much to his own surprise, that Skinner's hair must have been wavy when he was young.
Dressing his Master was more a pleasure than a chore. Mulder loved smoothing his Master's briefs up his long, tanned legs. He couldn't resist taking extra care to see that the other man's cock was nestled nicely into place within the white underpants, lingering over that task more than was entirely necessary. Then he held out Skinner's sweats for him, before handing him his tee shirt. Finally Skinner sat on the bed and Mulder lovingly peeled his socks on, then tied his sneakers for him, before following his Master obediently out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.
The silence was strange, and yet curiously welcome, Mulder thought, as he knelt watching Skinner eat. He concentrated every nerve ending on being alert to his Master's needs, jumping up to pour him some orange juice when he emptied his glass, and buttering his toast for him. He lost himself in the tasks, operating on some hazy level of submission that soothed his usually overactive mind. It was as if he had switched off for the first time in his life, and it was such a blessed relief that Mulder wanted to hang onto the moment forever.
After they had both eaten, Skinner took him into the study. Mulder knelt obediently beside his Master resting his chin on Skinner's knee as the big man sat behind the desk. It was nice here, he thought drowsily to himself. He could sit here forever, in silence, watching Skinner work. He wondered if it would be possible to sneak up to the 5th floor occasionally when they were back at the Hoover building, to worship his Master like this. He loved the feel of Skinner's hard thigh under his jaw, and the simple pleasure of waiting to catch a stray caress; a light touch to his hair, or a gentle finger against his cheek.
"I have invitations to send out for your party." Skinner looked down on his slave, and smiled.
"My party, Master?" Mulder echoed, sitting up straight.
"Of course its your party, little one. It's where I'll show you off in all your glory," Skinner chuckled. Mulder tried to keep himself from shuddering visibly at the horror of the mental image that phrase inspired. "I've already spoken to various people on the 'phone, but a proper invitation is only polite," Skinner told him. "Here's a list of the people I'm going to invite. You can write out the envelopes, while I design something to go inside them." He handed Mulder a list of type written names, and addresses, and Mulder gave a little moan of distress.
"Is there a problem, slave?" Skinner asked.
"These people, MasterI know some of them," Mulder replied in an agony of humiliation. "You seem to have invited a large number of my previous tops."
"That's right." Skinner looked at Mulder over the top of his glasses. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, Masteryes, Master." Mulder hung his head, and gazed miserably at the list.
"Well?" Skinner prompted.
"I have a temper, Master." Mulder admitted, his face flushing bright red. "We, that is Ium, we didn't always part on good terms, Master. I might have been a bit, uh, honest in my opinions of some of them when we parted company."
"And the problem is?" Skinner's face was impassive.
Mulder bit on his lip. "I never thought I'd see them again, Master, that's all."
"No, the problem is that the last time you saw them you treated them to one of your famous Mulderesque rants on their inadequacy as tops, and when you see them at the party, you'll be naked, submissive, and walking on the end of my leash. You think they'll enjoy themselves far too much seeing you finally put in your place. Isn't that the problem?" Skinner pressed.
Mulder sighed, every single inch of his body squirming at the very thought of it. "Yes, Master," he whispered.
"You should be proud," Skinner chided. "I will be. They failed with you - I'm going to show them that with the right handling you can be the perfect slave. They'll envy me my slaveboy. You'll walk to heel like a puppy, Fox, straining to serve me, and obedient to my every word. Nothing else will be important - not your previous tops, not their new subs - nothing but serving me, and making me proud of you. Yes, it'll be hard for you, little one, but you'll do fine."
Mulder nodded, glumly, none too sure on that point. He recognized several names on the list, which contained nearly all the key players on the DC scene. The fact that Skinner's party invites included such illustrious names brought home to him just how important a person Skinner was in this circle. He was the property of the most legendary player on the scene; he felt a little glow of pride as he considered that fact. The thought of being displayed naked, pierced, marked, and obedient in all his rings, in front of that forbidding audience still scared him shitless though. Supposing he did something wrong? Supposing he let his Master down? Mulder trembled. It didn't bear thinking about.
Skinner designed a neat invitation, just plain black lettering on white card, announcing that he had a new slave to unveil, and stating that the dress code was 'casual', and the Playroom would be open for his guests' amusements. There was also an ominous note at the end: Refreshments and entertainment provided.
"What will the entertainment be, Master?" Mulder asked.
"Why, you of course, little one. What else?" Skinner chuckled, patting his slave's head affectionately. Mulder had a nasty feeling that his Master had something special in mind for him.
When they'd finished, Skinner ordered him to dress in sweats, and then took him down to the gym.
"I usually find the place is pretty empty." Skinner handed Mulder his towel, and began his warm-up stretches. "Especially during the day on a weekday. It's a small gym and the equipment isn't particularly fashionable. Most of the people who live here prefer to go to gyms where they can see and be seen. I'm don't give a damn about that crap so this place suits me fine." Mulder nodded, transfixed by the sight of his Master's rippling biceps as he swung an arm above his head, and flexed the muscle. "Do you use a gym?" Skinner asked, placing his leg on the window ledge, and leaning forward over it, treating Mulder to the prefect vision of taut gray-clad buttocks.
"No, Master. Usually I just run and swim."
"That's good aerobic exercise. Running can be hard on the joints though," Skinner told him. "Using the track machines here will give you a similar result, without the stress on your knees."
"Running isn't about the exercise so much, Master," Mulder murmured.
"What is it about then?" Skinner glanced at his slave, his expression curious.
"It'sescape, Master," Mulder confided. "When I'm out running, I can let my mind wander. I feel like I'm floatingI feel free."
"Do you sometimes run too far, too fast - so that you can get the endorphins rush?" Skinner asked.
Mulder flushed. "Yes, Master," he admitted.
"And you ran more when you didn't have a top available who could provide you with the endorphins in a different way?" Skinner placed both his hands against the wall, and pushed one of his long legs back, leaning forwards, but he still gazed at Mulder, an intent expression in those dark eyes.
"Master knows me too well."
Mulder crossed his arms over his stomach, suppressing the sensation of fear that Skinner's words had woken in him. He had never been known like this. Nobody had ever taken the time or trouble to get to know him like this. No, that wasn't strictly true - he had never let them. Mulder felt a lump form in his throat. Sometimes he had gone out running for hours at a stretch - usually on cold, wet nights, when the atmosphere suited his moods. He had been swallowed by the darkness, and had allowed it to eat him whole, taking him down to a level of existence where he didn't have to think - he could just be. It was the same place Skinner seemed to want him to go to while in this deep submissive mode, and it scared him. It was a place where he was used to being alone - his secret place achieved through sweat and pain, and now Skinner wanted to accompany him there, to follow him in, and stand beside him. Mulder wasn't sure he could share. Looking back, he could see that his marathon runs were just another way in which he had sought to control both his body and his mind, to seek respite from the demands of both - demands he couldn't meet. He had sought to bludgeon himself into submission, and Skinner was showing him a different path to the same end. It was as if someone had offered to share a burden with him, and he was both grateful to be relieved of the load, and scared of giving it up, at one and the same time.
"Fox," Skinner's voice was soft, like a light kiss, breaking into his reverie. "You can still run - but ask for my permission first. I might not always give it. In the meantime, try using these exercise machines. I'll show you how they work."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded.
"I'll also show you the settings I use for them. I want you to remember the seat heights I prefer, the number of weights I use, and any other details I show you. When we come back tomorrow, you can go ahead and prepare each machine for me when I'm ready."
Mulder nodded again, relieved to have something practical to occupy his mind. He knelt by the treadmill and watched Skinner do a quick warm-up program on it, before moving onto to the kayak machine, and then various other pieces of equipment, in quick succession. The session was finished off by a bout of rigorous weight lifting. The sweat was pouring off his Master by this point, making his body gleam as if oiled, and the number of weights Skinner could lift seriously impressed Mulder.
Skinner grinned at his obvious admiration. "I have to keep fit if I'm going to whip recalcitrant slaves into shape. Excuse the pun," he said as he accepted his towel from his slave, tousling Mulder's hair in the process.
"I've noticed that Master's puns are excruciating," Mulder observed.
"So are Master's whippings, so I'd take care if I were you, little one." Skinner winked, and slapped Mulder's butt firmly, making his slave yelp.
They returned to the apartment, where Skinner instructed Mulder to kneel in silence while he took a shower. Mulder fully intended to obey but after 5 minutes of silent kneeling he found he couldn't reach that restful place in his mind that he had discovered earlier. His brain wouldn't shut down - it kept buzzing at him. How did Skinner understand him so well? What had those other tops told his Master? What were the contents of those files in the study just along the corridor? Mulder risked craning his head to peer in the direction of the study, and from there it was really only one short, scurrying, breathless walk to the door of the study, and a quick prayer for good luck as he turned the handle and tiptoed inside.
The files were laid out neatly on Skinner's desk; he had never known his Master to be untidy in his work or his play. Mulder took a deep breath, but this was no different to the many other places he had broken into when he knew he shouldn't. True, the penalties were slightly different: on those other occasions he had risked death, but this time he was only risking his Master's wrath. How come then, that he felt more nervous doing this than he had on all those other occasions put together?
Mulder flicked open the first file, one ear straining to hear his Master's footstep on the stair. He was sure that if he heard him, he could scurry back just in time to avoid Skinner finding out about his disobedience. The files were all written in Skinner's neat scrawl, and Mulder didnt have much difficulty deciphering them. A quick survey revealed that Skinner had been as meticulous as Mulder had known he would be. There were dates, times, and exact quotations - Mulder recognized the phrasing of one of the tops. If he closed his eyes he could even hear the man saying the words.
"Mulder fights you, you know? Even when he was giving in I felt like he was just playing me along. It was crazy - like a fucking battle, and I don't think I ever damn well won. After a session with him I used to come out feeling like I was the one who'd just been topped."
Mulder read silently, chewing on his lip. He wasn't sure he wanted to know in plain English precisely what his previous playmates had thought about him but it was such fascinating reading he couldn't tear himself away. He recognized the description of himself all too well though - he was just surprised that he hadn't managed to hide himself better.
"Fox." The word was spoken softly, from a position just behind his left ear, and all the hair on the back of Mulder's neck stood instantly on end. He froze, like a cat caught by the scruff of its neck, body dangling, helpless and immobile. He could feel Skinner standing directly behind him, warm, and oh, so dangerous.
"Master." He closed the file, and replaced it carefully on the desk, then turned, sank to his knees in one swift motion, and kissed Skinner's feet. "I'm sorry, Master," he whispered.
"No, you're not; but you will be." Skinner lifted one booted foot, and raised Mulder's chin with it. Mulder looked reluctantly into those dark, dangerous eyes. "Following orders never has been your forte, has it?" his Master commented, in a deceptively light tone.
Mulder shivered. "Please, Master, I can explain."
"I intend to give you every opportunity to do just that," Skinner said. "Before I whip the living daylights out of you."
"Master" Mulder looked up, seriously scared. "Please, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Yes, it will - until you learn," Skinner said. Then, unexpectedly, he crouched down in front of Mulder, and took his face in his hands. "This isn't work, Fox. Whenever you disobeyed me there, the only sanctions I had at my disposal were the empty threats of dismissal, and the tedious official reprimands, such as warnings on your file, which you don't give a damn about. You put me in a difficult situation: how could I reprimand you in any way which had significance without booting you out of the FBI, which common sense told me was the only reasonable solution, but which I could never bring myself to do. So, you forced me to get creative, and I came up with a host of petty humiliations and punishments, which, I think, caused you some small degree of discomfort."
"Tape surveillance." Mulder winced, keeping his face perfectly still in his Master's hands, like a stunned mouse between a cat's paws. "Yes, Master, you were creative, and I did hate it."
"Apart from that, my only weapon was long sessions of punitive rhetoric. I hope they were as unpleasant for you as they were for me," Skinner murmured.
"Master has always been very skilled at telling me off," Mulder said, looking down at the ground, unable to keep the eye contact. "Trust me, sir. It had impact." He remembered the many times he had stood in Skinner's office, undergoing one of the AD's famous tongue-lashings, and wishing he were anywhere else in the universe.
"Now thoughwe are in a different situation." Skinner's voice was silky. Mulder looked up in surprise, and saw the grim smile on his Master's face.
"Master is going to enjoy this," he whimpered.
"Yes, Fox, Master is going to enjoy this very much indeed. Just think of it as payback for all those times you disobeyed me in the past, when I couldn't do more than give you a talking to." Skinner released his face, and stood up. "The Playroom is open. Go up there, and kneel in front of the throne. Fox" Skinner stopped the slave with his foot. "This is a different kind of kneeling to what I showed you before. I want you to press your body down on your knees, and place your forearms on the floor in front of you, as if giving obeisance to an Emperor. Your nose should touch the floor. I want you to stay in that position until I come up to give you what you deserve. I call this the Confessional position - when you're in it, I'll expect you to talk, openly, and honestly. You won't be looking at me, and I won't interrupt you. Now, go!" he barked. Mulder scrambled to obey. He ran out of the study at full pelt, and chased up the stairs two at a time in his haste.
It felt strange to open the door to the Playroom without Skinner being there beside him. He tiptoed over to the throne in awe, and knelt before it, in the position his Master had instructed him to assume. It wasn't until he was in place that he realized his heart was thudding in his chest, and he was more terrified than he had ever been in his life before. This was worse than haunted houses, worse than vampires and werewolves, worse even than Scully in gun-toting mode. In short, it was worse than just about anything else he had ever encountered. Mulder began to tremble.
He wasn't sure how long Skinner kept him waiting; it felt like an eternity but he suspected it was probably more in the region of twenty minutes. When he heard his Master's footsteps clicking across the Playroom towards him he couldnt decide whether relief or terror had the upper hand in his heart. The footsteps came to a halt by his ear. Mulder held his breath. He could see his Master in his mind's eye, staring down on his naked, contrite, terrified slave, and his trembling intensified.
"You'd do well to remember how scared you are right now," his Master said softly. "Maybe in future you'll think twice about disobeying me."
"Yes, Master," he croaked. He heard Skinner move away, and seat himself on the throne.
"All right, slave, your explanation please - and make it full and thorough. You won't save yourself a whipping but you might earn yourself a reprieve on how harshly it's delivered."
Mulder swallowed, and wondered what he should say. "I was scared, Master," he volunteered at last.
"Of me?" Skinner asked.
"No, yespartly. Of myself too - and of what you knew about me. When we were in the gym, I felt as if you'd found my soul, and laid it bare. That scared me. I didn't know how you could know me so well. I went to look in the files to see what they had told you about me."
"And did you find what you were looking for?" Skinner's voice was calm, and deep.
Mulder felt his nerve grow stronger. "No, Master," he admitted.
"I'm not surprised," Skinner snorted. "Fox, I've learned a lot about your submissive fantasies from those files, and the games you liked to play, but none of it comes close to telling me about you in the deepest sense of the word. I've learned that from watching you work for the past 6 years. I know you sometimes don't sleep, because you arrive at work with dark rings under your eyes. I know you sometimes don't eat because I've watched you toy with your food, and I know that your demons sometimes rise up to slay you, because of the shadows I've seen in your face and the dejected set of your shoulders. I know you walk a fine line between life and death, because I've read your reports, and I know that you sometimes long to fall into the abyss because I've seen it in your eyes."
Mulder looked up wordlessly, forgetting about the position he had been ordered to keep, and gazed at this man who spoke about him as if he cared. Yesterday, Mulder had asked for permission to fall in love with his Master, but today he knew it was too late: he had already fallen in love with him. Not just for the sexual pleasure he knew the other man could give him like the maestro he was, but for the fact also, that for the first time in his life, Mulder didn't feel that he was struggling on alone any more.
"Master should punish me hard," he whispered, burying his face in his knees again, scrunching himself up tightly.
"We haven't finished yet," Skinner told him firmly. "Before I decide on the punishment, I want more information. What did you learn from those files?"
"Nothing good." Mulder gave a short bark of laughter. "They seemed to saymostly negative things about me. They didn't like me. That's fair enough." He shrugged. "When I first came to you, Master, I told you I was a good sub - the best you'd find. I was wrong. In my heart I wasn't a sub at all."
"I know that." Skinner gave a wry laugh. "You will be though, Fox. I'll take you there, and you'll see what you've been denying yourself for so long. You're wrong about the files though. Your tops did like you; nearly all of them mentioned that they found you very endearing. You seem to have chosen to edit that information out."
"Maybe, Master." Mulder said wretchedly. "I'm sorry for looking in the files. I've failed you."
"No, you failed yourself, Fox," Skinner told him. "What happened? This morning you seemed to be enjoying the deep submission I instructed you to learn. What was the trigger that snapped you out of it?"
"I'm not sure." Mulder bit on his lip.
"All right - tell me how you felt when you were in that headspace."
"Serene." Mulder looked up again, his eyes glowing. "It gave me peace; respite from all the shit that goes on in my mind, Master."
"Head down," Skinner told him. Mulder obeyed instantly. "Serene - did you enjoy that feeling?"
"Yes, Master, but I couldn't stay that way."
"You couldn't be expected to; it was a new state for you and it's hard to learn, but you should have told me you were coming out of it, Fox. I know lots of tricks that would have put you back under. Next time, tell me before you get yourself into this kind of trouble."
"Yes, Master." Mulder mumbled into his knees.
"Is there anything else?" Skinner demanded, his voice penetrating Mulder's huddled form. Mulder was going to shake his head, but instead he found himself talking.
"MasterI thinkI was scared of the commitment of accepting your permanent mark on my body." Mulder knew he had hit on the truth, as he began trembling again. He was glad he didn't have to look at his Master - it made the confession easier. "I'm afraid of the pain too, Master. PhoebeI had a fantasy once that I asked her to act out. I asked her to whip my nipples, and she did - but she did it so hard that she made me bleed. Icouldn't handle the pain, Master. She was disappointed in me. I wanted to please her, and that hurt more than the pain. I'm scared of the same thing happening with you, Master. I'll disappoint you."
"Fox," Skinner's voice was gentle. "You've been shot, beaten up, involved in car wrecks, hurt in dozens of different ways in the course of your job. You don't need to prove to me that you're brave. I already know that." Mulder heard his Master move, and a second later, he was surprised to feel a tender hand on his hair. "Your piercing isn't a punishment, Fox, it's a celebration. Trust me - surrender yourself to me, and I'll finish what we started a few days ago, with a permanent affirmation of those contracts we both signed. Kneel up, and look at me."
Mulder did as he was told, and drowned in those strong, knowing, dark eyes. "It'll hurt, but the pain will be erotic - I promise you that. The endorphin high will make you buzz, little one. Phoebe didn't understand her responsibilities. I do. This will be different. Trust me." Skinner fondled the side of Mulder's face, then leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. Mulder moaned and opened up, wanting his Master's tongue, but Skinner laughed and pushed him away.
"We'll spend the afternoon preparing for the ceremony, Fox. By the time it happens, you'll be ready. Now, before I punish you, I want to taste the flesh I'll be piercing later. Come with me." Skinner sat back down on the throne, and beckoned Mulder to kneel in front of him. Then he closed his legs around his slave, trapping him there. "Closer." Skinner pulled him in. "Kneel up straight, that's good." His Master dipped his head, and flicked a tongue over Mulder's nipples, making them go immediately erect. "Do you like having these clamped?" Skinner spidered his fingers over his slave's nipples, squeezing them.
"Clamping hurts, Master," Mulder replied.
"Yes, but do you like it?" Skinner asked, tugging at both nipples playfully.
"Sometimes, if it's done right." Mulder admitted. Skinner's mouth nuzzled Mulder's right nipple, and then sucked on it. Mulder moaned, putting his head back, arousal shooting through his veins. The sucking got harder, the intensity too much to bear, and Mulder put his hands up to push his Master away for a moment's respite from the pleasure/pain. "You forget yourself, slave," Skinner told him firmly. "Your body is mine to play with as I want. Put your hands behind your back."
"It was too intense" Mulder began.
"Behind your back - now!" Skinner ordered. Mulder obeyed, then watched as Skinner undid his belt. He wondered if his Master was going to whip him for this latest disobedience, but instead, Skinner tied his hands firmly in place with the belt. "Now, you'll let me touch you where and how I want, when I want - you don't have the right to withhold any part of yourself from my attention," Skinner said firmly. Mulder nodded, his cock going rock solid, and he moaned as Skinner returned his attention to his nipples, sucking hard on each one, reducing his slave to a state of quivering, moaning insensibility. Then his Master began to nibble, teasing the flesh with little bites that stopped just as they started to really hurt. Mulder squirmed, sweat running down his face as he accepted the exquisite torture.
"I can't wait to pierce you," Skinner murmured, drawing back, his fingers taking the place of his mouth, twisting Mulder's nipples hard. "Do you have any idea what a turn on for me that is? Think how I'll feel when we're sitting in a meeting back at work, knowing that you're wearing all my rings - but only one of them will be visible." He drew Mulder's ring finger up to his lips and kissed it. "Knowing that you're wearing my collar" he traced the slender gold chain, "and my cock ring," his hand brushed against Mulder's straining cock, "and that underneath your shirt, you're wearing my other rings, embedded in your flesh, placed there by my own hand. It's a beautiful thought, Fox." Mulder could see the picture his Master had painted for him. Himself, sitting across a table from Skinner, surrounded by serious FBI officials in suits, and him bearing this delicious secret underneath his shirt - proudly wearing the symbols of his Master's ownership, embedded in his very flesh.
"Yes, Masterplease," he whispered. Skinner smiled, and delivered a light kiss to each reddened nipple.
"Soon, slave," he promised. "We have a punishment to deliver first, don't we?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder sighed.
"You know" Skinner grasped his chin firmly, and looked at him, "you'll always be spanked once a day - that's a given. However, it would be nice if you could just once get through the day without earning yourself extra punishment. Trust me - when you're back at work, sitting on a hard chair all day, you'll regret it if you make me deliver extra whippings. You've been here three days, and earned yourself extra swats over and above your daily slave discipline on all three so far."
"I'll try harder, Master," Mulder promised.
"Good. Now get up and go to the cupboard. I want you to get out every single different kind of implement for delivering your punishment that you can find. Just one of each - a switch, crop, paddle, and so on."
"Master is going to use each of them?" Mulder asked, his heart thudding in his chest.
"Yes, I am. And you, little one," Skinner punctuated his endearment with a light twist to one of Mulder's nipples that made his slave gasp, "are going to give each one a rating for how painful it is. I want to find out how you react to each implement. Then, in future, I'll know which one to use for minor offenses, and which one to get out when we have something really serious to address." He undid Mulder's hands, and pushed him in the direction of the cupboard. "And Fox?" Mulder turned around, a questioning look in his eye, "be honest. You're in enough trouble right now without making it worse for yourself."
"I wouldn't lie, Master," Mulder replied, somewhat indignantly.
Skinner grinned, and gave him a light swat on the butt. "No, I don't think you would!"
Mulder took a sleek, black leather paddle to his Master first. He held it reverently in his hands, and knelt before his Master, holding it up to him. Skinner took it, and placed it on the table. Mulder returned to the cupboard, and found a strap. He repeated the journey with a heavy rattan cane, a riding crop, and a flogger, then found a heavy rubber tawse. The last object he brought out was a long whip, with weighted tips. Skinner took one look at it, and shook his head.
"I will give you a proper whipping one day, but not today. We'd need to create a lot of headspace for that," he said. Mulder returned the whip to the cupboard, shivering at the feel of that heavy leather in his hands. "I think we have enough to be going on with," Skinner surveyed the implements. "I'm going to tie you for this - stand up to the whipping post." Mulder did as he was told, quaking inside. Skinner fastened his hands just a fraction too high, so that he was standing on tiptoe, then knelt down and tied his legs as well, keeping them wide apart. Finally, he encased Mulder's testicles in the same protective leather pouch he'd used previously, when marking him. "The good thing about this is that you won't need marking again for a couple of days," Skinner chuckled. Mulder made a face at the wall. As Good Things went, he didn't rate this particular one very highly.
"I'm going to give you two strokes with each." Skinner picked up the paddle, and delivered a sound thwack across Mulder's butt without any warning. Mulder gasped - he was still sore from the thorough spanking he'd received this morning. The second one landed with a thud across the center of his butt. "Reaction?" Skinner asked.
"It's a dull kind of pain, Master. Heavy," Mulder said. "It doesn't hurt too bad. Maybe you could use it for lighter offenses?"
"Very well." Skinner picked up the cane, and stroked a line along Mulder's butt, before delivering a firm lick.
"Shit!" Mulder bucked into the air as much as his fastenings would allow. Another blow came down on his backside, and he whimpered. "That bites, Master. It's worse than the paddle - much worse."
"All right." Skinner picked up the strap, and stroked two swats across Mulder's butt in quick succession. Mulder fought back a sob.
"It's painful, Master. Not as bad as the cane, but worse than the paddle."
"Good. You're doing well." Skinner paused for a moment, and stroked Mulder's striped butt lovingly with gentle fingers. "You're pinking up, sweetheart," he whispered in a chillingly erotic voice, "two nice welts, and a glowing ass." He bent down and kissed the ass in question, then licked it. Mulder shivered. "Let's continue." Skinner picked up the riding crop, and delivered the strokes quickly.
"Not quite as bad as the cane, Master, but almost," he whispered. "They sting rather than bite."
Skinner nodded, and retrieved the heavy tawse from the table. "Now, Fox, I want you to remember to take a lesson from this punishment," he said in a solemn voice. "Have you ever been spanked with a rubber implement before?" he asked.
"No, Master," Mulder looked back over his shoulder at the implement in question. "Does it hurt, Master?"
"Yes, Fox. This is a real heavyweight. Two will be more than enough to make you regret disobeying me, I think, but just to make sure the lesson goes home, I'm going to double that. Ready?"
"Yyes," Mulder said uncertainly. He buried his head in his arms, and then yowled out loud in sheer pain as the heavy tawse made impact on his buttocks with a loud thwapping sound. "Worse than the cane, Master, much worse" he panted, hopping as much as he could within his bonds. "Please, don't use it again, Master."
"I promised you four, and four's what you'll receive," Skinner told him. Mulder tensed, waiting for the blow, and when it came it didn't disappoint him.
"Oh shit, Masterthat, that instrument is demonic," he sobbed, lines of flame radiating out from his butt.
"I did warn you. Perhaps it'll help remind you of the consequences of disobedience in future," Skinner remarked. "Brace yourself - and remember that the pain is a direct result of your behavior." Skinner swung the tawse against Mulder's naked, vulnerable bottom again. Mulder squealed, and his whole body shook.
"That's bad, Master. It hurts more than anything," he panted.
"Not quite anything, but nearly," Skinner replied tersely. "Now, one more and then we're done." He didn't give Mulder time to think about it - the next stroke came down hard and fast, and Mulder let out another roar of pain, shockwaves of pain reverberating through his ass.
"How did you know, Master?" He asked weakly, as the pain subsided.
"Know what, little one?" Skinner kissed his forehead firmly.
"How that feels." Mulder moaned, enjoying the feel of Skinner's hands caressing his body.
"I wouldn't try out anything on someone else that I hadn't first tried on myself," Skinner replied unexpectedly. Mulder tried to come to terms with the mental image that sentence evoked, and failed. He resolved to find out more about his Master's past when his butt wasn't distracting him by hurting so much.
"Relax, your punishment's over." Skinner soothed him. "What did you learn?"
"Not to disobey you, Master," Mulder said quickly.
Skinner smiled, and kissed him again. "Good. Now, I'm going to use the flogger, but this will be nice - you'll enjoy this." Skinner untied Mulder and re-tied him loosely, and more comfortably. Mulder relaxed into his bonds, as his Master swirled the flogger over his body; up and down, down and up, kissing him with the warm suede strips. Mulder entered a blissed out sensation of hazy peace as the endorphins swept in, taking over, and making his whole body tingle. His cock hardened, and strained against his ring.
"You'll come later, Fox," Skinner promised. Mulder nodded, satisfied with that. Laterlater he would be piercedlater he would come. He still feared the one as much as he looked forward to the other.
Skinner used the flogger liked the expert he was until Mulder was perched, dripping on the edge of erotic bliss. Then Skinner stroked his hair softly, and whispered to him.
"Who do you belong to, Fox?"
"You, Master," he replied, dreamily.
"And what can I do to you?"
"Whatever you like, Master."
"Good boy. I want you to stay in that place in your head while you go to your room, and bring me the gold rings."
"Is it time, Master?" Mulder looked up, the fear leaping into his eyes.
"It's time." Skinner kissed him reassuringly, then untied him, holding him up until he got his balance. Mulder walked slowly to his bedroom, fighting down the fear and anticipation. He found the gold rings, and walked back to the Playroom, then stopped, on the threshold. Skinner had changed - instead of his jeans, he was now wearing a pair of tight leather trousers, and a soft cream-colored shirt that hung loosely, and comfortably from his muscled frame. He looked like an old fashioned romantic hero. Mulder sighed.
"Come in, sweetheart." Skinner beckoned him in, and locked the door behind him. "Kneel down in the center of the room, and put a ring in each hand - close them into fists. That's right. Now close your eyes, and don't think about anything but how I'm going to make those rings part of you."
Mulder did as he was told, feeling the gold warm up under his fingers. Soon they would decorate his body, placed there by his Master's hand. He heard Skinner move around the room, and fought down an urge to open his eyes, concentrating instead on the rings, as he had been ordered.
"Okay - open your eyes, but don't move," Skinner commanded him a few minutes later. Mulder did, and looked around in surprise. Skinner had pulled the blinds down over each window, plunging the room into darkness. Now his Master was lighting what looked like a hundred candles with a long taper. The room seemed warm, intimate, and cozy.
"This is private - between you and me," Skinner told him, walking slowly around the room, igniting each candle. They gave the room a warm glow, enchanting the kneeling slave and bathing him in warm, flickering light. When Skinner had finished, he blew out the taper, and beckoned Mulder over to the massage table, which had been adjusted to a sitting position. "Put the rings on the table and sit down," Skinner instructed. Mulder did as he was told, and Skinner paused and kissed him deeply on the lips. Mulder moaned, as Skinner's hand brushed over his nipples, a wave of electricity surging through him at his Master's touch. "I'm going to tie you to keep you still," Skinner informed him. "You'll be tied tight because I don't want you moving while I work. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Mulder replied, never taking his eyes off his Master's face.
"Good boy." Skinner kissed him again, and then fastened him onto the chair, binding his shoulders and legs into place. "Can you move?" He asked, when he had finished. Mulder tried to wriggle, but he was secured firmly into place.
"No, sir."
"Good."
Mulder watched as Skinner retrieved a bowl full what smelled like alcohol, and some cotton balls and placed them on the table. It was warm in the room, but even so, he started to shiver.
"Hush," Skinner smiled at him. Mulder tried to relax, watching as Skinner sat down beside him, and opened a pack of sterilized needles. His Master picked up one of the rings, and dipped it in the bowl, then threaded it to the blunt end of the needle. Skinner swabbed his left nipple with alcohol, then picked up a pen, and moved his hand forward. Mulder moaned as the tension built up. Not knowing what to expect was the worst part.
"I'm just marking the spot," Skinner told him. "Would you prefer to be blindfolded?"
"No. No - I'll watch." Mulder whispered. Skinner placed a dot on either side of his left nipple, and then retrieved a vicious looking instrument with a triangular head from the table.
"It's a clamp - it squeezes the flesh into place. It'll help me make a more precise job," Skinner told him. Mulder nodded. "When I've finished decorating you, your body will be even more pleasing to me," Skinner's voice was low, and soothing. "You don't have a choice, little one. Just relax." So saying, he attached the clamp into place. Mulder bit down on his lip as his nipple was lightly crushed between the metal, then his Master picked up the needle. He didn't say a word, just matter of factly plunged it straight through Mulder's flesh. Mulder let out a startled scream of surprise, but the pain didn't kick in until a few seconds later, when it zoomed through his body in a warm wash of agony. He struggled pointlessly against his bonds, wanting to do something, anything, to rid himself of what felt like a strip of molten steel pressed through his nipple.
"Hush, it's okay, that one's done," Skinner stroked his chest soothingly.
"Take it out! Oh fuck, it hurts!" Mulder yelled.
"It looks beautiful though. Look at it," Skinner commanded. Mulder glanced down, and saw the gold ring lodged in his nipple. He was surprised by the sudden surge of pride that welled up inside him.
"Okayokaythat one can stay, but you can't do the other one. I can't face itwe'll do it another day," Mulder said firmly.
Skinner smiled at him, and swabbed his right nipple with alcohol. Mulder changed his mind - not knowing what to expect was not the worst part. He knew what to expect this time, and that made the anticipation even worse.
"You're doing well." Skinner pushed Mulder's damp hair off his forehead. "All right, little one, here we go again." Skinner marked the nipple with his pen, and then clamped it. Mulder tensed his muscles in preparation, and closed his eyes. He felt Skinner's fingers on his flesh, and then a sharp prick, and he yelled again. It seemed to take Skinner forever to tug the ring into place and close it, all the while jolting that sore, newly pierced flesh. When it was finally over, Mulder hung limply in his bonds, gazing down at his newly decorated body.
"I told you they'd look beautiful," Skinner smiled, clearing away the piercing apparatus. He returned and untied his slave, and then walked him over to the mirror. "They suit you, and now you're fully mine, Fox." Skinner stood behind his slave, and touched his cock ring, and his collar, then picked up his hand and fingered his wedding ring before finally brushing the tips of his fingers gently against Mulder's nipples. Mulder flinched, but the endorphin high he had been on after the flogging was made even more intense by the piercing, and although it hurt, the pain sent a dizzy wave of arousal through his body.
"Let's get this off before it's too late, shall we?" Skinner grinned, releasing Mulder from the cock ring. "You can't come yet - I want to play with you first," he said, taking Mulder over to the throne. He sat down, and made Mulder straddle his lap, facing him. "Undo my shirt - touch me. Good. Now open my trousers, that's right" Skinner's cock leapt out eagerly from its restraint under Mulder's caress, and Mulder quickly slipped the condom Skinner handed him onto the broad penis. "I'm going to play with my new toys," Skinner smiled, and kissed the tip of each pierced nipple, making Mulder moan. His nipples were so sensitive after the piercing that the tiniest caress resonated deep inside his body, making his cock jump and harden. Skinner circled the tip of each nipple with his tongue, and Mulder held onto his Master's shoulders for dear life.
"Oh shitthat feelsincredible," he whispered.
"Good. I'm going to make it hurt a little more - hold still, slave." Skinner pulled Mulder closer, holding him tight within his muscled arms, and then fastened his lips around the sensitive nipple. Mulder howled, feeling the metal rubbed against his tender flesh. Skinner wasn't doing anything more than very light licking, but it caused wave after wave of pain in the sensitized nipple.
"Shitthat hurtsthat hurts" he whimpered, his endorphin level skyrocketing.
"Good. Hush" Skinner continued his caress, and Mulder almost spasmed with the pleasure/pain. Each light touch of Skinner's finger, or lick of his tongue hurt those tender nubs of flesh, but each wave of pain sent him even higher in the sky until he felt as if he was floating. "Dear little slave," Skinner murmured, brushing his nipples lightly, "dont wriggle, Foxjust accept my caressgood slave." He continued stroking Mulder's pierced nipples as Mulder climbed the walls of pleasure to dizzying heights. His cock was rock hard, and he began to thrust into his Master's lap, hoping that the friction would bring him some release.
"Not yet. I haven't finished with you yet. I told you I wanted to use you today. Now, I'm going to teach you another trick." Skinner's fingers slipped into Mulder's lubed anus, and Mulder opened up for them, trying to impale his body on them, wanting to experience the pleasure of having his prostate stimulated in time to the throbbing in his nipples.
Skinner laughed. "No, not my fingers," he said, still thrusting in and out, until Mulder was writhing in frustration on his lap. "My cock, Fox. I want you to go down on me, while I play with these," Skinner flicked the nipples lightly and Mulder threw back his head, the sweat pouring from his face.
"Go down?" He panted, trying to wrench himself back to reality.
"That's right." Skinner took Mulder's hand, and placed it on his hard cock. "I'm ready and waiting for you." He grasped Mulder's buttocks firmly in his hands, and held them open as he guided him down onto his waiting cock. Mulder moaned as he felt the tip of his Master's cock slide into place, but he was unprepared for Skinner's next move. His Master suddenly grasped his thighs, and pulled him down hard onto his cock, bucking up with his hips at the same moment, and his cock rammed home, right up to the hilt. Mulder sat there, speared on that cock, his eyes watering as he grew used to the intrusion. He was still sore from yesterday, but the sensation of his anus being stretched mingled with the endorphin high of the piercing, and he almost passed out from the intensity. Skinner held him tight, keeping him upright, his big arms clutched around Mulder's body.
Mulder put his head back, sweat pouring down the side of his face. "I can'tit's too much, Master" he moaned.
Skinner ignored him, and pressed his face against Mulder's nipples, licking them lightly. "Move, Fox, up and down" He tugged at Mulder's hips, and Mulder felt that hard cock sliding inside him. He did as he was commanded, acting on instinct alone, and moved up, then impaled himself back down on his Master's cock. Somewhere along the way it found his prostate, and Mulder gasped, and held onto Skinner's shoulders for dear life. "That's okay, keep going, find it again," Skinner murmured, still toying with his nipples.
Mulder started to move rhythmically, up and down on his Master's cock. He had never experienced anything like this before. Yesterday's orgasm had been explosive enough but what he was feeling today was even more intense. It hurt - it hurt bad, but it hurt so good too. Mulder rocked up and down on Skinner's cock, and with every thrust, Skinner stroked or licked one of his nipples, alternating the two. It was more than Mulder could bear.
"Please, let me come" he gasped, his hand milking his desperate cock hopefully.
"Not yet - ride me for longer," Skinner instructed.
Mulder was half out of his mind on sensation, as he obeyed. He moaned as that hard cock slid up and down his narrow passage, his nipples being lovingly tortured by his Master. His own cock stood out rock hard in front of him, but he could barely feel the ache in that with all the sensation in the other parts of his body.
"Hurtsoh god, I've got to comeoh shitMaster, pleaseow! FuckStop, pleaseoh shit" Mulder moaned, as his Master skillfully built the scene to climax, thrusting up inside his slave, and fondling his hot, pierced nipples in timed strokes.
"Keep going," Skinner insisted, his firm voice the only thing anchoring Mulder to reality. Mulder didn't know how long he rode that cock in a haze of pain but suddenly he was aware that he was getting faster and faster, his movements governed by the bounce of Skinner's hips into the deepest recess of his body. "Now," Skinner whispered, and Mulder knew he wasn't coherent, but somehow his cock responded, even though his mind was far, far away. He orgasmed, his come splattering out over his own hand and over his Master's chest, and he felt Skinner's arms pull him close, as his Master reached his own climax buried deep within Mulder's ass.
"Oh shit." Mulder clung onto his Master as they both rested in the aftermath of their shared orgasm. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" he nuzzled Skinner's neck, then his lips found those of his Master and he kissed him, half fainting in his big arms. He could feel Skinner's cock softening inside him, but still neither of them moved.
They sat there, Mulder straddling his Master's lap, their arms around each other for an eternity. Mulder watched the candles flicker and die out of the corner of his eye as Master and slave floated away together, on a haze of shared pleasure.
"I'm so high you're going to have to send a helicopter to get me back down," Mulder murmured.
Skinner smiled, and licked some sweat from his neck. "Good?" He asked.
"Oh god, yes," Mulder sighed. "I've a feeling I'm going to hurt like hell tomorrow though."
"Maybe - was it worth it?" Skinner asked, his hands gently stroking Mulder's back.
"You know it was. For you too, Master?" Mulder asked anxiously.
Skinner laughed out loud. "In case you didn't notice, I was having a ball!" He grinned.
"I like you like thisso close" Mulder shut his eyes, and held on. There was just him, and the tautly muscled, lightly furred body of his Master, and the scent of sex, and sweat. Mulder felt a twinge of anxiety nag deep inside his stomach: his desire to spend a night in his Master's arms was no longer just a wish - it was a need. He thought of the trials ahead with a sinking heart. He knew his heart's desire depended upon him behaving himself for the next few days, and making Skinner proud of him at the party. Could he transcend his own self-destructive tendencies for long enough to avoid screwing things up? Mulder pulled his Master closer, relishing the feel of their bodies as they sat pressed together. Of course I can do it, he told himself. Easy. He closed his eyes, rested his head on Skinner's shoulder and crossed his fingers behind the other man's back.
End of Part 6.
Part Seven: I Must Always Be Honest With My Master
Mulder paused outside Skinner's door, carrying two cups of coffee. It was amazing - he'd only been living here for a few days, and already Skinner was allowing him to sleep in his bed, to have sex on demand, and to skip the ironing chores. He'd even promised to give Wanda away to Scully. Mulder smiled, and pushed open the door: everything was good. He felt safe, secure, loved, and the sex was so damned hot! This was everything he could have hoped for, or dreamed of. What could possibly go wrong? He entered the bedroom, and stopped short. The coffee spilled, dark brown liquid spiraling in slow motion, scalding his naked chest.
Skinner wasn't in the bed.
He was standing by the window, frozen, caught in the beam of a bright light. Mulder shouted at him to get away, ran to the night-stand, found a gun, aimed it, and tried to fire, but nothing happened. He could hear his own voice from a great distance, screaming, and his chest hurt. He watched, helplessly, as Skinner disappeared in front of him, and he couldn't do, or say, anything to bring him back. As the light faded, Mulder knelt down beside the bed, and cried until his ribs ached, and his chest hurt damn it! It hurt.
Mulder woke up, still sobbing from the dream. His chest did hurt - his nipples throbbed from the piercing yesterday. His cock twitched as he recalled the erotic heat of that ceremony, and he longed to pump it into a full erection, and jerk off, but Skinner had hobbled that particular pastime by strapping him into the chastity belt again. His Master had also warned him that he wasn't allowed to come for the next few days, so he'd be wearing the damn thing every night until the party, after which he'd consider the situation again, depending on how well Mulder behaved. Four days without being able to come! Here he was, slap-bang in the middle of the most erotic situation he'd ever been in, in his entire life, and he was unable to relieve the pressure. It was a most exquisite torture, and his Master seemed to know the best way to manipulate it for maximum torment value. His Master Mulder felt a cold sweat sweep over him as the full details of the dream came flooding back. He tried to calm himself. He wasn't exactly a stranger to insomnia, but he'd never had this particular nightmare before.
He got up, turned the light on, and the sparkling gold of the nipple rings caught his attention as he passed the mirror on his way to the bathroom. His nipples were erect, and if they weren't so damned painful he'd have enjoyed how enticing they looked. As it was, he shuddered at the very thought of anyone touching them. His Master had already exhibited a strong interest in this particular part of his anatomy, so he might well choose to fondle them. Mulder knew there was nothing he could do if Skinner wanted to play with any part of his slave's body, but he was hoping that his Master would be merciful, and allow the painful nubs of flesh a few days in which to heal.
Mulder winced as he saw how pale he looked, with dark shadows under his eyes. Damn! Where had that dream come from? He went to the bathroom, then crawled back into bed, but, try as he might, he couldn't erase the image of Skinner disappearing from sight, wrenched away from him. Taken, just as Samantha and Scully had been taken, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He was always so damn helpless, a victim of circumstance, and fate. It was as if everyone he loved was doomed to this particular fate. Everyone he lovedMulder bit on his lip. Love. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself to fall in love with anyone. Skinner had entered his heart like an unstoppable force of nature, and taken up residence there as if it were a kingdom he had been born to rule.
Mulder tossed and turned, and then finally gave up any hope of sleep. He thought about Skinner lying all alone in his bed, unprotected, unaware of the danger he was in, and struggled with himself for half an hour. He knew he was being stupid, that it had just been a dream that had tapped into his worst fear, but he couldnt stop himself worrying. Losing Skinner would just about kill him. However likely or unlikely, he couldn't just stand by and let it happen. He'd never be able to forgive himself if he did. Mulder got up, picked up his blanket and pillow, grabbed his gun for good measure, then crept noiselessly down the stairs. He paused for a moment outside Skinner's bedroom, then took his life in his hands, and opened the door.
Skinner was lying under the bedclothes, arms and legs outstretched as always, in a pose of abandoned repose. Wanda was nestled under one of his strong, muscular arms. She looked up as Mulder came in, and he willed her to be silent. She didn't move, just stared at him with those glowing green eyes as he lay down on the floor at the foot of the bed, and pulled the blanket around him. He didn't even want to think about the trouble he'd get into if Skinner found him here. It was just where he needed to be. Mulder fell asleep within seconds, reassured by the deep, comforting sound of his Master's breathing.
He awoke just after 8 am, wondering why he was suffocating. He soon located the source of the problem: Wanda was sitting on his chest, gazing at him curiously with her shining eyes. Clearly the novelty value of having a strange man lying on the floor for half the night had been too much for her.
"Wanda, there's a saying you should be aware of. It goes 'curiosity killed the cat'. Remember that," Mulder hissed in an undertone, casting a glance at his sleeping Master to make sure he wasn't in deep shit. He sent up a swift prayer of thanks to whatever deity looked out for insomniac slaves for the fact that his Master was clearly a deep sleeper, and disengaged himself from Wanda, placing her soundlessly back on the bed.
"Just view it as a friendly warning," he whispered, patting her head. She emitted a trilling purr that erupted like the sound of a volcano in the quiet room, and Mulder hotfooted it for the door, making it just in time as his Master mumbled something drowsily in his sleep, and turned over.
"Did you sleep okay?" Skinner asked, an hour or so later, looking at his slave keenly as he sat up and accepted the coffee Mulder brought him.
"Yes. Why?" Mulder replied defensively. Of all the Masters, in all the world, why the hell had he been lumbered with the one with eyes in the back of his head, and the ability to seemingly know what was going on in the entire household when he was clearly fast asleep?
"Because of your piercing," Skinner replied mildly. "I thought you might have been in some discomfort during the night."
"Oh, yeah. That." Mulder shrugged. "No. I'm fine."
"So you slept okay?" Skinner repeated, those dark eyes still staring at him searchingly.
"Yes. I slept fine," Mulder lied, just managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes in irritation at his Master's sudden obsession with his sleeping habits. He let out a startled yelp, as Skinner put the coffee down smartly on the night-stand, plucked his ear between his thumb and forefinger, and dragged him onto the bed, delivering several slaps to his upturned rump in quick succession.
"I'm hearing some attitude this morning," Skinner told him, cheerfully peppering this statement with a series of stinging slaps.
"I'm sorry!" Mulder gasped, taken by surprise.
"No, I'm still hearing it." Skinner clamped one hand firmly over Mulder's waist, and began whaling his slave's ass in earnest.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorryMaster!" Mulder yelled at last, dimly realizing what had offended his Master. The spanking stopped, abruptly.
"That's better. Kneel." Skinner clicked his fingers, and Mulder quickly obeyed, getting into position beside the bed, back straight, and head down. "All right, let's start again. Did you sleep well last night, slave?"
"Yes, Master," Mulder responded immediately.
"Are you sure? You're not exactly looking bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning."
Mulder looked up, suppressing a sigh. How the hell did Skinner get to be this observant? Was he never going to get anything past his Master?
"My chest did hurt a bit in the night, Master," he admitted finally.
"Did you take any painkillers?" Skinner asked.
"Um, no." Mulder remembered the medicine cabinet in his private bathroom. He had been so preoccupied by his nightmare that he hadn't even thought of taking any painkillers, but he wasn't going to admit that to Skinner. He never spoke of his restless nights - not to Scully, not to anyone. Investigating the causes of his insomnia required a level of self-analysis that he didn't feel capable of. He was so used to his fucked-up, dysfunctional life that he didn't even think there might be a solution to any of it, and he sure as hell wasn't telling Skinner that his worst nightmare was seeing his Master whisked off by a spaceship. For a start, that would mean admitting how much the other man meant to him, to say nothing of the fact that he'd probably die laughing at the absurdity of it.
"Why not?" Skinner took a sip of coffee, his eyes never leaving those of his slave.
"I don't know," Mulder snapped, with a sulky shrug. "Master," he added hastily as Skinner's face darkened.
"Well in future, please remember to take better care of yourself," Skinner told him firmly.
"Yes, Master," Mulder muttered.
"Good. Go and get me a bowl with some boiled water in it, and the salt," Skinner instructed, "and bring me some cotton balls as well."
Mulder scurried to obey, and returned a few minutes later with the requested items, laying them on the night-stand. Wanda wandered over and sniffed at them curiously, clearly intrigued by the proceedings.
"On the bed. I think we'll do a thorough inspection today," Skinner told him, clicking his fingers.
Mulder felt stupid clambering onto the bed and trying to arrange his long limbs as tidily as possible for Skinner's examination.
"All right - I'm going to start your leash training today, so we might as well start with some basic commands," Skinner said, as he surveyed his slave's clumsy maneuvering. "When I click my fingers, you'll assume the kneeling position that I've already taught you. Kneel facing me on the bed - you can put your knees on either side of my legs. That's right." He moved Mulder into position. "Hands behind your back, eyes down. I've noticed that you're not very good at keeping your eyes down, slave."
"No, Master. Sorry, Master." Mulder bit on his lip, keeping his eyes lowered. "I like reading your expressions, Master."
"Well, you can listen to what my voice tells you instead," Skinner replied. "You should learn to respond to non-visual clues, Fox. I want you to become attuned to every aspect of my command - from my voice to my gestures."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded. This was so hard though! He liked looking at his Master, and he found it almost impossible to keep his head down, in the submissive position. He was just too curious, too eager to know what was happening, and to figure out a response to it.
"I suspect that you disobey me on this because you're fighting your submission," Skinner observed. "Isn't that the case? You're so busy trying to read my response to you, that you aren't thinking about pleasing me. I've already told you that addressing yourself to my needs is the only thing you need concern yourself with. Forget about yourself, Fox, and learn to embrace your submission."
"I'll try, Master," Mulder replied in a small voice. He let out a deep sigh, and Skinner chuckled.
"I know - it's hard, but we'll get there," he said gently, kissing his slave's forehead. "If I want you to look at me, I'll lift your chin up. When I want you to look down again, I'll click my fingers. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Remember it then. Now, let me have a look at these."
Mulder watched from under lowered lashes, as Skinner's hand came into his field of vision, making a beeline for his sore nipples. It was all he could do not to flinch, as his Master investigated the newly pierced nubs of flesh gently but thoroughly, then reached for the bowl of salt water.
"I'll bathe these twice a day. It might hurt," Skinner warned him. Mulder nodded, and took a sharp intake of breath as his Master carefully dabbed the warm water over his sore flesh. It was actually quite soothing, and he soon relaxed, but he yelped when Skinner gently turned one of the rings, and put his hands out instinctively, looking up. Skinner paused, and flicked his fingers again.
"Eyes down, hands behind your back. Get used to it, Fox," he said softly. Mulder swallowed hard, and then did as he was told. He'd found that one of the hardest thing about his slavery was allowing Skinner to touch his body whenever, and however, he wanted - but it was also one of the things that aroused him most as well. Skinner finished up with his nipples, much to Mulder's relief, and continued his inspection.
He undid the chastity belt, and examined his slave's cock, and balls, although Mulder wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for.
"Is there a problem, Master?" he asked, as the examination continued for several interminable minutes, during which his cock started to swell and rise.
"No, I just enjoy touching my slave, and you know, I'm thinking that a piercing would look pretty here." Skinner grinned, caressing the tip of Mulder's cock.
Mulder looked up in alarm. "Please, Master" he said weakly.
"Any argument with that?" Skinner asked dangerously.
Mulder hesitated for a long time before backing down. "No, Master," he whispered.
"Good. Fox - you're supposed to be in deep submission right now. I don't recall asking you a question, or giving you permission to look up." He clicked his fingers, and Mulder reluctantly lowered his eyelashes. "That's better." Skinner slapped his rump lightly. "Turn around. I told you today's inspection would be thorough, and that's exactly what it's going to be. On your hands and knees, slave."
Mulder obeyed, flushing furiously. He found this to be the most humiliating position of all - butt raised in the air, right in front of his Master's nose, and not for the purpose of their mutual pleasure, just for inspection. He felt Skinner's hands on his bottom, stroking, and prodding. His Master trailed along a sore area with his finger, and Mulder winced.
"This is where I punished you yesterday afternoon. I told you that would leave a mark. Do you remember the lesson you were being taught with that punishment?" Skinner's fingers pressed hard on his sore butt, and Mulder gave a strangled yelp. "I'm waiting. If you can't remember the lesson less than 24 hours after the punishment, then I'll clearly have to make your corrections morememorable."
"Ow! Sorry, Master. I do remember," Mulder gasped. "I must not disobey my Master. That was the lesson!"
"Good."
Mulder bit on his lip, as Skinner's finger continued to examine the welted area in exquisitely painful detail. Then he moaned as Skinner pried his buttocks apart, and inserted a finger into his anus, wriggling it around. It felt different, and Mulder realized, too late, that after his interrupted night, he had forgotten to lube himself.
"Fox, you're dry. Supposing I'd wanted to use you this morning?" Skinner asked.
"I'm sorry, Master. I forgot." Mulder wriggled as Skinner inserted a second finger, and then a third. He was rewarded by a slap on his bottom.
"Still." Skinner commanded. "Forgetting isn't good enough, Fox. Have you ever experienced a dry fuck?"
"No, Master."
"Well, trust me, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. Can you feel that this is more uncomfortable dry?" He pushed all three fingers forcefully into Mulder's anus, making Mulder gasp.
"Yes, Master," he panted.
"Well, imagine it's my hard cock, slave," Skinner said shortly. "You're a bit red here after yesterday, so I'm not going to use you today. This" he thrust his fingers deep into Mulder's anus, and twisted them, making his slave yelp, "will have to get used to receiving me on a daily basis, but we have more than enough ground to cover today without wasting time on pleasure."
Mulder's heart sank at that statement but he didn't dare say anything. Skinner withdrew his fingers and clicked them again, and Mulder turned around and knelt obediently, facing his Master.
"Hands out." Skinner ordered, dipping his own hands in the water, and wiping them on the washcloth beside the bed. Mulder obeyed, confused.
"Why does Master want to inspect my hands?" He asked, as Skinner took hold of his wrists, and examined each finger in detail.
"Has my slave forgotten that he's in deep submission and forbidden to speak until spoken to right now?" Skinner asked.
"No, Master," Mulder sighed. After a shitty night, it looked as if he was in for a shitty day. His nipples throbbed, and his head felt like it was filled with sawdust after his nightmare and lack of sleep. He wanted to scream, and shout, but instead he was forbidden speech altogether. Mulder wondered how the hell he was going to get through this day without bringing his Master's wrath tumbling down on him like a ton of bricks.
Skinner finished his inspection of Mulder's hands, then examined his head, sifting through his hair as if looking for nits, and bending his ears back to look behind them. Mulder endured this with a growing sense of frustrated humiliation. Skinner tugged at the hair under his arms, and chest, then continued down his belly, stopping to insert his little finger carefully into Mulder's navel, for no reason Mulder could fathom, then his Master's firm, capable fingers traveled down his thighs, and examined his feet. Finished with that, Skinner tipped his slave's face up, and ordered him to open his mouth. Mulder obeyed, flushing to the roots of his dark hair. He felt like a damned horse being examined for purchase! Skinner felt around in his mouth for what seemed like hours, then he let him go, and sat back, regarding his slave with a frown.
"Your fingernails are dirty, and a couple of them are broken. Your hair could do with a cut, and you haven't brushed your teeth this morning," he said briskly. "To say nothing of the fact that you haven't prepared yourself properly for my use. You will, in future, ensure that whenever you are in my presence your grooming is impeccable. The same applies for when we return to work, when I will expect you to look your best whenever I see you. Your hair grows quickly?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder replied sullenly from under lowered lashes.
"Then I'll trim it once a week starting this weekend," Skinner said.
"What?" Mulder looked up, alarmed.
"Problem, slave?" Skinner asked.
"No, MasterjustI hope Master isn't going to make my appearance, um, emulate his own," Mulder said, then regretted it instantly.
"You think I'm going to shave your head?" Skinner roared with laughter. "Why would I do that? I love your hair, slave, and, you know, I wouldn't want it too short, or I wouldn't be able to do this with it." He buried his fist deep into Mulder's locks, and tugged his slave's head back so that his throat was exposed, then ran a finger down his jaw, and over his Adam's Apple. Mulder hung in mid-air, trying to keep his hands behind his back, as Skinner licked a line from his collarbone to his chin, finishing up at his slave's lips, and kissing him firmly. Mulder moaned.
"You really like being kissed don't you?" Skinner grinned, releasing him a few seconds later.
"Yes, Master," Mulder agreed.
"Well, perhaps if you behave yourself, you'll earn more kisses." Skinner's words sounded somewhat ominous to Mulder's mutinous ears. "Now, it's time for your morning discipline. We'll do things differently today. Go and brace yourself against the wall. Hands flat, legs open, butt out. We'll call this the Grace position shall we?"
"The Grace position, Master?" Mulder raised an eyebrow, but he did as he was told, scrambling off the bed, and going to stand in front of the wall, placing his hands on it, and sticking his butt out.
"That's right," Skinner took up position behind him, and delivered a stinging slap to Mulder's backside. "As in, 'for what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly thankful.'" He punctuated this statement with a series of smacks to Mulder's exposed ass. Mulder made a face. Really, the scariest factor about this whole Master/slave thing was discovering the true weirdness of Skinner's sense of humor. It had been bad enough discovering his Master had one at all, but it just kept getting worse with each new corny pun and wisecrack. "Keep that ass out, ready and waiting, slave," Skinner ordered, as Mulder hopped from foot to foot, trying to ease the pressure of the punishment on his already sore backside.
It took all Mulder's willpower to stay with his hands flat, his legs open, and his ass pushed up to receive the punishment his Master was dishing out. Skinner was as thorough as ever, although he did only use his hand, for which Mulder really was truly thankful. He still remembered the vicious sting of that paddle his Master kept in his night-stand.
"What are you, Fox?" Skinner asked, the familiar morning litany, slapping his slave firmly on the middle of his ass.
"A slave, Master." Mulder panted, his cock going hard, and immediately lurching into a full erection.
"Wrong. Again." Skinner slapped him hard.
"Ow! Umoh, your slave, Master. I'm your slave!" Mulder yelped.
"Good. And what is your status?"
"None, Master! I have none. I exist to serve you!" Mulder cried.
The spanking came to an abrupt halt, and Skinner turned him around.
"Thank me," he ordered.
Mulder swallowed, and nodded, then knelt and kissed his Master's beautiful toes. "Thank you, Master," he whispered.
He looked up at Skinner's magnificent, naked body, and felt a wave of serenity wash over him. He blinked back his tears, and kissed his Master's toes again, and then again, hiding his face from the other man, not wanting him to see how much he loved him. All he could think about was that damn nightmare, and how much losing his Master would hurt. I can't lose you, Master. I'll protect you with my life
"All right," Skinner said softly, soothing Mulder's hair. "Stand up, little one."
Mulder obeyed, trembling slightly. Skinner pressed his lips softly against Mulder's forehead, and pulled him close, fondling his buttocks lightly as he pressed him against his body. Mulder's hard cock got even harder, and Skinner laughed. "You're amazing, slave," he murmured, pushing Mulder away from the warm, comforting circle of his arms.
"Master?" Mulder frowned.
"Like a car ad." Skinner glanced at Mulder's erect cock. "From zero to fully erect in less than 10 seconds," he grinned. "It's a shame that this," he squeezed Mulder's cock, "won't be racing anywhere for the next few days, but it sure as hell is nice looking at it!" He ran a finger along Mulder's swollen shaft, and Mulder felt himself start to leak. "Hold it, slave," Skinner whispered in an unforgivably sexy tone, making Mulder shiver. "You have to learn to come on order," Skinner told him.
"YesMaster" Mulder ground out, wishing he could think of anything but the close proximity of his Master to his straining cock right now.
"And the cock ring keeps you nice and erect, doesn't it?" Skinner purred, touching the ring, and the hard flesh around it.
"YesMaster" Mulder gasped, clenching his fists behind his back, desperately wanting to pump his cock into orgasm.
"Does it ache, slave-boy?" Skinner asked, circling him, his warm breath caressing Mulder's naked flesh.
"Yes, Masterit achesI want to come, Master." Mulder looked at his Master with a plea in his eyes, but Skinner shook his head.
"Not today, not tomorrow, not any day soon, sweetheart," he replied. "After the party, if you've been good all week, then, when I take you to my bed, I might allow you to come. Would you like to come down my throat, slave? Do you think you deserve to have my mouth wrapped around this desperate, needy piece of flesh? Sucking you? Taking your shaft whole and warming it with my tongue?"
Mulder closed his eyes, unable to reply.
"I'm waiting for an answer, slave!" Skinner's voice hurt him with its intensity.
"MasterI want that so bad, I could weep," Mulder managed to stammer at last. "Please, Masterplease let me come, let me come now"
"No." Skinner smiled, and flicked a lock of dark hair from his slave's forehead. "Now, we have work to do. Let's recap on what you've learned so far, Fox. The three positions. When I say them, I want you to assume them - immediately, and without question. First - the Submissive position."
He clicked his fingers, and Mulder knelt, hastily, hands behind his back, shoulders straight, head down.
"Good. The Confessional." Skinner slapped his hands together once, and Mulder immediately went down on all fours, nose pressed against the carpet. "Good - remember the non-verbal signal as well, the single clap. Now, the Grace position."
Skinner slapped his hand against his own thigh, and Mulder got to his feet, and leaned against the wall, butt out, legs spread wide, hands flat.
"Very good." Skinner delivered a quick smack to Mulder's exposed buttocks, and then turned him around. "I want you to focus all your attention on getting into position whenever I ask you to. I won't always ask verbally, but my non-verbal signals will always be very clear and direct. Follow them, Fox. I expect you to be alert to them at all times. I'm sure you don't need to be reminded that you'll be punished if you're slow or don't pay attention."
"No, Master," Mulder agreed, very sure that he knew what sort of punishment to expect for such lapses.
"And we have one more position don't we?" Skinner moved close, his large body overwhelming, and Mulder's cock went into a painful spasm against the gold ring. "Wanda." Skinner said in a sibilant undertone, his voice dark with sexual promise. Mulder glanced around frantically, then knelt down by the bed, bending over it.
"First things, first," Skinner stood over him, forbiddingly. "Before you get into position you will hand me a condom. When you're bent over, ready, you'll make access easier for me by holding yourself open with your hands until I'm inside you. Understood?" Mulder felt as if his heart had stopped beating, as he nodded, his cock about ready to burst. "Do it then!" Skinner commanded, and Mulder put his head down, and grabbed his buttocks, holding them open. He flushed as he did it - this was the most unbearably humiliating position he'd ever been in, in his life, and yet his cock was practically perpendicular to his body. Skinner stood there, just looking at him for an eternity, and Mulder waited, wondering if his Master was going to take him despite what he'd said earlier. Then a thought occurred to him.
"MasterI don't have a condom at the moment," he confessed.
"I know that, slave. That's fine, as I have no intention of using you right now. When you're naked in the apartment you will ensure that you have a stash of condoms in every room. You will go and get one, present it to me, and then make yourself available. When you're clothed, and out and about, you will carry a supply of condoms around at all times, in case I should wish to make use of you. You will not talk. When I say this particular word to you, I want you to enter into the deeply submissive mode immediately, and simply present yourself for my use."
"Yes, Master. Is there a signal for the word, Master?" Mulder asked, looking up into his Master's dark eyes.
"Well, I allowed you to pick the word - why don't you pick the signal too?" Skinner suggested.
"Thank you, Master." Mulder swallowed and racked his brains. Skinner seemed to have taken all the best signals already. "Master couldumcross his arms?" Mulder suggested.
Skinner raised an eyebrow. "I cross my arms a lot during the average day, Fox. Unless you want to spend your entire life on your hands and knees, I'd suggest a different signal if I were you."
"Master couldmake two fists and bang them together once?" Mulder offered.
"Hmm, that's verging on Neanderthal. Another suggestion, please, and quickly, slave."
"Um" Mulder thought frantically. "When I was a kid, we got a puppy, and when we were teaching her to lie down, we went like this." He held his hand flat, and moved it down towards the floor.
"Okay, that works for me." Skinner looked at his slave thoughtfully, then smiled. "Pup," he said. "I think I'll call you that for the rest of the day, pup. After all, I'm going to be training you to walk on the leash, and you make such sweet puppy-dog eyes. I believe the fox is a member of the canine family as well, although personally I've always thought them fairly feline. You're that same nice mix of cat and dog, puppykins." He tickled Mulder under the chin, and smiled at him fondly.
"Yeah, a puppy with a degree from Oxford." Mulder said, tartly, unable to bear the humiliation of that particular term of endearment. He didn't usually give his degree a second thought, but there was something too degrading about being reduced to the level of household pet.
"You know, I'm sensing that my slave is having some trouble keeping silent today," Skinner mused. "Is that the case, Fox? If it is, just say, because I have a few tricks that will help you with that little problem."
Mulder looked his Master in the eye, and bit back his smart reply. Skinner was looking very dangerous right now, and he had no wish to become acquainted with any of his Master's 'little tricks'. He had a feeling that they were likely to be either very painful, very humiliating, or both.
"No, Master." He bowed his head.
"You're sure you don't want my help, pup?" Skinner fondled Mulder's ears affectionately.
"No, Master. I promise I'll try harder," Mulder whispered.
"Good, pup. You know, I think that we should consider getting you your own kennel. What do you say to that, puppykins?"
"A kennel?" Mulder echoed faintly.
"Yes, a kennel. For the puppy to sleep in." Skinner grinned.
Mulder closed his eyes, and swallowed, then opened them again. He had a sudden mental image of himself naked, his long limbs arranged awkwardly in a kennel, and a thick dog's collar around his neck with the name PUPPYKINS written on it.
"Whatever pleases Master," he whispered, drowning in his Master's dark, brown-eyed gaze.
"Good puppy." Skinner patted his head. "I think we'll keep this theme for a while. It might help you with the problems you're clearly having with obedience today. Let's give the puppy a good wash, and then feed him, shall we?" Skinner grinned, cuffing Mulder lightly around the head, and then shooing him in the direction of the bathroom.
The shower was business-like; Skinner had forbidden Mulder to touch him, so he just watched, miserably, as his Master soaped himself down then handed the soap to Mulder. His Master didn't even allow his slave to help him get dressed, so instead Mulder had to kneel in Submissive mode, his eyes cast down so he couldn't even enjoy the sight of his Master pulling on his jeans and tee shirt.
If that was bad, breakfast was worse. Mulder knelt by the table, expecting to serve his Master as he had the previous day, but again, Skinner neatly circumvented his expectations, clicking his fingers instead towards the corner. Mulder watched surreptitiously, from under lowered eyelids, as Skinner made some oatmeal, then placed the bowl on the floor in front of him. Mulder looked up at him, horrified.
"Breakfast, pup!" Skinner grinned. He seated himself at the table, and immersed himself in the newspaper.
"Um, Master hasn't given me a spoon," Mulder pointed out.
"That's right, pup, Master hasn't." Skinner didn't even look up, his intent obvious.
Mulder sighed loudly and tragically, then hastily lowered his face to the bowl as Skinner looked at him warningly. It wasn't easy, dipping his tongue in the oatmeal, but he managed to consume most of it, although not before thoroughly decorating his face with the creamy mixture. When he'd finished, Skinner put a couple of slices of toast on a plate in front of him. "No hands," his Master warned, and Mulder shot him a look of pure malice.
"Problem?" Skinner asked mildly.
"No, Master." Mulder swallowed down his reply, and picked up a slice of the toast with his teeth, somehow managing to get a bite of it.
"Good, make sure you finish it all up." Skinner patted him on the head and returned to the table.
With breakfast over, and his face given a brisk wipe with a cloth, Skinner announced that it was time his puppy learned to walk to heel. Mulder felt his stomach flip, and his nipples started to ache before they'd even begun. He followed Skinner up the stairs, and into the Playroom. It looked totally different to the previous day. Then it had been so nice, and warm, decorated by candles, and today - well today it was a mess. There was wax on the floor, implements strewn around, and the remains of the piercing operation on the table.
"Looks like you have some clearing up to do," Skinner glanced at his slave. "I think this is the perfect opportunity to train you to the leash." He clicked his fingers, and Mulder knelt immediately, watching as his Master went over to a cupboard, and returned a few seconds later with a gold chain, and a leather lead.
"Shoulders straighter - that's right." Skinner clipped the ends of the short gold chain to each of his nipple rings. "Oh, that's nice," Skinner smiled, opening the cupboard door so that Mulder could see his reflection in the mirror. "Look up, slave - there, don't you look good with this piece of decoration?"
Mulder considered himself for a moment. He did look kind of cute, in a slave-boy way, with the gold chain stretched in a loose semi-circle between his nipples. The chain was gossamer light, and didn't tug on the healing flesh.
"Yes, Master." He smiled up at the other man.
"Sweet pup!" Skinner laughed, and then he unwound the long, leather leash, and clipped that onto the gold chain, midway between the two nipples. "Now, there's no reason why this should be painful," his Master told him, "as long as you remain alert at all times, and concentrate on my every signal, and move. I have no intention of causing you any distress or discomfort during your leash training - if that happens, it'll be because you aren't paying attention. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," Mulder gulped, quivering slightly at the thought of any pull on his tender nipples.
"All right - let's take this slowly. I'll explain the rules, and then I'll lead you around the room. You can clear up gradually as you go. Firstly - whenever you're on the leash you'll walk to heel. There's no exception to this rule. When I'm walking, you'll walk one step behind me." Skinner started to walk, and Mulder followed him, making sure he kept exactly one step behind. He didn't allow his Master to get any further ahead than that, for fear of creating a pull on his sensitive nipples. Skinner took him on a tour of the room, and then stopped beside the disciplinary implements. Mulder stopped immediately behind him.
"Okay, rule number two. Whenever I stop - you kneel." Skinner clicked his fingers and Mulder immediately sank to his knees. The leash stayed loose between them. "Very good," Skinner bent down and kissed his slave soundly on the lips. "Well done, pup. Now, I want you to pick these implements up, and return each item to its proper place in the cupboard. Take them one at a time - and pup?" Skinner looked down into his slave's eager eyes. "There's no need for me to accompany you. When I send you on errands, I'll place the lead in your mouth so it doesn't trail. Open for me." Mulder opened his mouth obligingly, and Skinner slipped the leather between his lips. "I don't want to see any bite marks," Skinner warned. "Hold it under your tongue - that's right." Mulder picked up the rubber tawse and took it to the cupboard, then returned and reached for the sleek black paddle.
"Not that." Skinner plucked it out of his hands. "We'll keep that out for now. Let's just call it my doggy paddle shall we?" He grinned maliciously at his own joke. Mulder sighed, and rolled his eyes. Another bad pun - he was beginning to wonder if they weren't more of a torment than all the discipline and slave training put together.
It took them a couple of hours intensive work to clear up the room, with Mulder walking to the leash the entire time, every nerve fiber in his body concentrating on following his Master, and obeying his every command - non-verbal as well as verbal. Skinner tested him several times on each position, and introduced some new commands.
"Fetch." Skinner pointed at the paddle he'd left on the throne, and Mulder walked over obediently, picked it up in his mouth, and walked back. Then he knelt at his Master's feet, and offered the paddle to him. "Good pup." Skinner fondled his head, and Mulder surprised himself by practically panting with appreciation for the caress, and rubbing his head against his Master's leg.
"When I issue the 'stay' command, you'll remain put, wherever you are, until I come back for you. Understood?" Skinner looked down into his slave's willing hazel eyes, and Mulder nodded, uncertainly.
"Even at work, Master?" He asked, having a vision of waiting in meeting rooms, or outside Skinner's office for hours on end while Skinner was off elsewhere, leaving him bored.
"Fox - do you remember the terms of your contract?" Skinner frowned down at him.
"Yes, Master." Mulder gulped.
"Then I think you'll recall that your obedience is required at all times, not just when you're naked on the end of my lead," Skinner said sharply. Mulder nodded, his heart sinking. He didn't think he liked this 'stay' word. Somehow, it seemed to be the very opposite of the 'ditch' word, which he was fairly partial to. "In your free time you'll learn the terms of your contract off by heart," Skinner informed him tersely. "I expect you to be able to recite them to me when ordered."
"Yes, Master." It wasn't that much of a chore; Mulder was pretty sure he already knew the terms of both contracts by heart.
Mulder returned all the implements to the cupboard, then knelt beside his Master again, awaiting further instructions. Skinner took the lead out of his mouth, and led him around the room, opening each blind as he went, letting the daylight in. Mulder knelt beside him obediently each time he stopped, and made sure he stayed exactly one step behind him the entire time. It was tiring, concentrating on each minute detail of his Master's walk, and pretty boring too. Mulder went on automatic. When Skinner reached the end of the row of blinds on one side of the room, he assumed his Master was going to cross the room to the other row of blinds, but instead Skinner wrong-footed him, going in the direction of the cupboards instead. Mulder howled as the leash gave a tiny tug on his nipples, sending shock-waves of pain through his entire body.
"Shit, fuck! Shit!" he yelled, stopping immediately.
"All right - kneel down." Skinner crouched in front of him and examined his chest carefully. "No damage caused, but I think you learned a lesson. Don't try and second guess where I'm going, pup - just follow me."
"Yes, Master," Mulder sobbed, leaning his head on his Master's shoulder. Skinner rubbed his back for a moment, then stood up.
"Come on, pup, that wasn't so bad, let's continue."
"After just having my fucking nipples yanked around? No fucking thanks!" Mulder growled, the aftershock of the tug still reverberating through him. Mulder wasn't sure what happened next, but before he knew it, he was face down over his Master's raised knee, and the paddle was being applied liberally to his ass. After four sharp strokes, that took his breath away, he was walked over to the cupboard, and shoved unceremoniously onto his knees. Skinner pulled out a ball gag, and pushed it into his slave's mouth, fastening it behind his head, with short, angry movements.
"That's better." Skinner looked down on his gagged slave. "Now, perhaps you'll lose the attitude."
Mulder stared up at him miserably. The ball gag was large, and it kept his mouth uncomfortably open. He felt tired, sexually frustrated, and humiliated, and now he couldn't even damn well say so!
"You'll wear that until I see an improvement in you," Skinner warned, then his expression softened. "The sooner you give in, the easier it'll be. Now, try harder," he said, gently fondling his slave's hair. "Fox?" He tipped Mulder's chin, and looked directly into his eyes. Mulder nodded, feeling all the fight leave him. He hated this gag, but more than that, he hated himself for fucking up so badly. He wanted his Master to smile at him again, and call him 'sweetheart', and kiss him, and most of all, he wanted to sleep in his Master's bed on Friday night, and if he carried on like this, he knew that wouldn't happen. He nuzzled his face against Skinner's knee in a gesture of contrition.
"Fox - this is for your own benefit. I want to display you at the party, and I want you to be proud of your slavery, and eager to show off your training, but if I don't prepare you properly, then you'll freak out. I told you this week would be hard work." Skinner looked down on his slave thoughtfully. "You look very tired. Are you sure you're feeling okay, Fox?"
Mulder stared up at his Master miserably. He knew he should tell Skinner that he hadn't had much sleep the previous night, and he also knew that he should probably tell him about his nightmare, but he just couldn't. He knew how stupid his worries would sound in the cold light of day apart from anything else, and he also knew that it would be clear he had lied this morning when Skinner had asked him how he'd slept. All these thoughts whizzed through his head, and he came to a decision, and shook his head.
"Fine, we'll continue then."
Skinner picked up the leash again, and started walking. Mulder buried himself in the lesson, the tears pricking at the back of his eyes even while his cock stayed swollen and erect. The idea of being on the end of his Master's lead was so horny he was permanently hard. He could see himself, naked, walking to heel, straining to obey the slightest change in his Master's body language. He hated the gag, but in some ways the silence it afforded him was a relief. As he wasn't able to protest, he had to resign himself to Skinner's will, and, somewhat to his own surprise, he realized that his Master was right: he was happier when he just gave in, and accepted.
By the time the Playroom was tidy again, Mulder had returned to that serene state he'd enjoyed briefly the previous day. He knelt, obediently, as Skinner got the harness out of the cupboard, so lost in a submissive daze that he hardly wondered what was going to happen. Skinner smiled at him.
"Stand," he ordered, and when Mulder obeyed he pulled his slave into a loving hug. "You've done well, pup." He kissed Mulder's forehead, and held him close, hugging him tightly. Mulder felt as if his entire body had melted into nothing, as he nuzzled into his Master's chest, burrowing there, loving the attention. Skinner looked down on him fondly. "This gag seems to have done the trick, Fox. Is it uncomfortable?"
Mulder nodded vigorously, longing to have the pressure on his aching jaw relaxed. Skinner ran his finger around the sides of the gag, checking it carefully.
"It isn't biting, so I'm going to keep you in it, uncomfortable or not." Skinner smiled at Mulder's obvious disappointment at receiving this news. "It's a punishment, Fox, for your smart mouth - a sore jaw might help you remember to keep it closed in future. Learn from this, and then hopefully I won't have to gag you too often. You know, Fox" He tipped Mulder's chin and gazed into his eyes, "I think that sensory deprivation might be a good way of dealing with you. You clearly have some trust issues, and you find it hard to let go. I need you to trust me implicitly, to give yourself up to my every command, obedient to my every whim. Come with me."
He marched Mulder over to the hoist, buckled him into the harness, and then blindfolded him. Mulder took a deep breath around the gag.
"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you - I won't let you come but this will be entirely pleasurable. I want you to relax, and trust me, without being able to see what I'm doing," Skinner said. "If you're in real distress, shake your head, but I expect it to be genuine distress or there'll be trouble. Understood?"
Mulder nodded, and a few seconds later he gave a gasp as his feet disappeared from under him, and he was suspended in mid-air.
Mulder felt strangely dislocated from the world, wrapped up in black silence, his body hanging in space. He relaxed into his bonds. Skinner hadn't put him in tight bondage at any point during his slavery so far, and Mulder had never yearned for it before, but for the first time, he felt as if he'd enjoy it, and wanted to try it. Maybe he would ask his Master for that, next time he was offered a reward.
He lay in mid-air for a long time, suspended in nothingness, every part of his body supported by the harness. He couldn't see Skinner, and the big man was being very quiet. Mulder strained his ears to hear where his Master was, but after several long minutes he relaxed his vigilance, and just gave himself up to the sensation. Therefore, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a light touch on his abdomen.
"Easy," Skinner's voice soothed. "I'm going to play this particular game with you every day until Friday. "There's only one rule - you mustn't move. Not a muscle. It doesn't matter what I do to you, you must stay completely still. It's important - I have the paddle here," he touched it against Mulder's thigh, "if you move, you'll get a lick from it."
Mulder relaxed again, determined to obey. He felt what must have been Skinner's fingertips, trailing over his chest, and down to his cock, which leapt in response.
"Well, I'll forgive you for that, as it's clear you don't have any control over this part of your anatomy," Skinner said with a wry chuckle.
His fingers moved on, just stroking gently, touching every part of Mulder's body - his hair, his neck, his throat, even his sore nipples. Mulder didn't move - he didn't even flinch. He just allowed it all to happen. This was nice, this gentle stroking. "I'm doing this for a reason. By Friday, I need you to be able to keep absolutely still. I'm not telling you why," Skinner whispered, his fingernails continuing that light, scratching caress.
Mulder barely heard him - his whole body was sinking into a state of bliss. He was floating away, on a haze ofMulder jerked into the air as Skinner's fingers tickled under his armpit, and he was immediately rewarded by a slap from the paddle on his butt. He gave a muffled "oomph", and squirmed in his bonds.
"Relaxbreathe through your nose," Skinner advised.
His fingernails continued gently scraping at Mulder's armpits, and it was all Mulder could do not to wriggle. He started to break out into a sweat, wishing Skinner would touch him anywhere but there.
"You have to get used to this," Skinner told him, "relax."
He delivered another firm swat to Mulder's butt as Mulder twisted away from the tickling fingers. Mulder couldn't think of one single reason why it was important he had to get used to such agony, except possibly to satisfy his Master's more sadistic impulses, and he felt somewhat aggrieved as the paddle kept thwacking against his ass. I'm trying, dammit! Finally, Skinner turned his attention to Mulder's balls, teasing them unmercifully, and tugging on his pubic hair. Mulder began to relax again - he wasn't so ticklish here, and soon he was transported away on that haze of serenity again.
There was a pause, and he felt Skinner turn him over, onto his front, and refasten him. He hung there, in the darkness, and silence, his jaw aching in earnest around the ball gag. Skinner's fingertips scraped over his legs, up and down, down and up, and then played around his butt for a while, just lightly caressing him. He didn't push his fingers inside Mulder's ass, just played with the hair on his butt, tweaking it. Mulder moaned, and moved, wanting his Master's fingers inside him, and was immediately rewarded by a hard smack from the paddle. He gave in, and surrendered to the stroking. It was delicious - soothing without being overtly erotic. Just what he needed to relax him after his tense day.
Mulder enjoyed this so much that at some point he tuned out completely. The silence, the way the gag denied him a voice, focusing him inwards, the darknessit all contributed to his blissful mood. Mulder gave himself up to the moment, and the next thing he knew Skinner was laughing as he took the blindfold off his slave.
"I think someone fell asleep," Skinner grinned, kissing his slave fondly. "What's the matter, pup - didn't I send you to bed early enough last night?" He lowered Mulder to the ground, and untied him, before instructing him to kneel.
"How's your jaw holding up?"
Skinner fondled the side of Mulder's face, checking the straps again. Mulder looked up at him eagerly. His jaw muscles ached so much, he was sure he couldn't stand having the ball gag in his mouth for one more second.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Skinner asked. Mulder nodded enthusiastically. "So, when I take this out, you'll be respectful, courteous, and obedient?" Skinner asked. Mulder nodded again. "I'm glad to hear it. However" Mulder's heart sank. "Before I remove it, I just want to warn you that there are worse punishments than this for a smart mouth." He opened the cupboard. "The ball gag you're wearing is pretty small. I save this one for when I'm really pissed." He pulled out the most enormous ball gag Mulder had ever laid eyes on. He blinked, horror registering in his eyes. He already felt as if he had a giant bomb in his mouth - he had no wish to experience its big brother. "I can see that you're duly impressed," Skinner chuckled. "And let's not forget, that good, old-fashioned favorite - mouth washing. There's some hard soap in the bathroom - I find that more effective than the liquid variety. There's nothing like a good scraping around the teeth to really drum the message home. I always choose a quick foaming variety - guaranteed to clean the most filthy of mouths!" He laughed at Mulder's look of complete outrage, and undid his slave's gag, easing it out of his slave's mouth. Mulder moved his jaw cautiously, relieving the ache.
"Thank you, Master," he leaned forward and kissed Skinner's feet devotedly. "And I'm sorry for swearing at you, Master. Thank you for taking the time and trouble to correct me."
"You're welcome, pup. You see, you really do have the prettiest manners when you try." Skinner smiled fondly. "Now, you can spot me while I work out, and do a small work out yourself, then we can eat. After that - I have some new lessons I want you to practice, and then it's bed for you, I think."
Mulder spent the next few hours wondering what the 'new lessons' would be. After they'd eaten, Skinner handed him a packet of balloons, some shaving cream, and a cutthroat razor. Mulder looked at them in surprise, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with them.
"Blow up a balloon, cover it in shaving foam, and then give it a nice, clean, shave," Skinner instructed him.
"Can I ask why, Master?" Mulder ventured, thinking the whole thing sounded like a giant waste of time.
"No, but I'll tell you anyway. I like to have a good, clean shave once a week - slow and thorough. It will be your job to perform that task, but I'm not letting you anywhere near my throat with a razor until I'm sure you can do it without cutting me."
"Yes, Master," Mulder gulped, suddenly seeing the sense in the preparation, even though he knew he was going to feel stupid shaving a balloon.
He set to work, while Skinner sat down on the couch, leafing through the sports section of the paper. Mulder exploded 7 balloons in all, showering himself in shaving foam on each occasion.
"I can see this is going to take a lot of practice," Skinner observed, surveying the mess of foam and balloon remnants and a rather bedraggled slave an hour or so later. "An hour a day until Sunday, Fox. Don't forget - if I do, then remind me. My face isn't going anywhere near your razor until you can shave 3 balloons in front of me without killing them."
"Yes, Master," Mulder sighed, wondering why the very idea of shaving his Master sent a delicious warmth through his body.
"Sundays are when I expect a full service," Skinner tickled him under the chin. "You'll wait on me in the bath, dry me, shave me, give me a massagetalking of which, did you call Clark?"
"No, Master. I forgot." Mulder admitted.
"Go and do it now - and wash yourself down. Then come back here, and keep that smart mouth of yours occupied putting condoms on this dildo." He placed the object on the table. "That's another skill I want you to have in your repertoire, slave. Talking of skills," he looked at Mulder thoughtfully, "before you go to bed you can serve me with your mouth - you can demonstrate what you've learned with the dildo, and I want to help you brush up on your oral techniques."
Mulder stared at his Master resentfully for a while, but turned on his heel and scurried to the 'phone when Skinner took a threatening step towards him. First he doesn't like the way I massage, then my hair's too long, now he doesn't like the way I give head. Fuck, what the hell does the miserable bastard like? He aimed a kick at the passing Wanda with his bare foot, only to succeed on stubbing his toe on the wall, which didn't help his mood. He made the call, then returned to address himself to the task of putting condoms on the dildo using only his mouth. This was almost as stupid as the balloon shaving, and Mulder grew tired of it. His jaw ached, and the whole exercise was ridiculous. What possible difference was there to Skinner whether he put his own condom on, or made Mulder twist himself into contortions doing it using his mouth?
"Problems, pup?" Skinner asked from the couch, hearing his loud and dramatic sigh.
"I can't do this." Mulder pouted. "And it's ridiculous. Look, I have"
"A degree from Oxford, yes, I know." Skinner nodded. "You're also a talented profiler, an excellent, if ill-disciplined agent, and my slave. The last part of that description is the only one I'm interested in right now, so get cracking." He turned his attention tersely back to his paper. Mulder sat there for a moment, staring at his Master resentfully, and then turned back to his task with a sigh. It didn't help that his jaw still ached from the ball gag incident earlier.
After another half an hour, Skinner called him over, and for a demonstration of what he'd been practicing. Mulder knelt in front of his Master, while Skinner opened his jeans, and stroked himself into an erection.
"Hands behind your back, pup. Serve me with your mouth."
Skinner placed the condom in Mulder's mouth, and the younger man leaned forward, and carefully tried to ease it into place. He failed.
"One more try. If you don't get this right, then you can spend another hour practicing before bed, pup." Skinner pulled on Mulder's ear to punctuate this statement, and his slave nodded, glumly. He put all his effort into the next one, and managed to get it almost into place before it slid off with a sloppy, plopping sound. "Not bad, but you clearly still need practice. You can take the dildo and condoms to your bedroom. I won't check up on you, but if you still can't manage this the next time I ask you, then there'll be punishment," Skinner told him.
"It's not fucking easy!" Mulder protested, his hackles rising. Skinner grabbed his hair, and thrust his hard cock into Mulder's mouth, holding him still.
"Right - I've just about had enough of your opinions today. I think this might be a good way of keeping you quiet."
Skinner held Mulder's head, and thrust back and forth into his slave's mouth. Mulder opened his eyes wide - he was used to being the one giving oral sex, not having his mouth so comprehensively fucked in this way. He struggled to keep his throat open, and his gag reflex under control, as Skinner pushed back and forth in his mouth.
"Now, you give head pretty well, slave-boy, but you can still learn a thing or two," Skinner told him brusquely between thrusts. "In the next few days I want you to try varying your technique, and experimenting with a few new things. In other words - surprise me. It's not enough to just deliver the same thing each day. I want variety. I want to be the proud owner of the slave that gives the best head in this city, hell, in this whole damn country. Think you're up to that?" He eased himself out a little way, and Mulder nodded, his cock hardening. He really loved it when Skinner got forceful with him - the feeling of being totally dominated by someone bigger, stronger, and more powerful than himself just did it for him, and the mouth-fuck was a giant turn on. He lowered his eyes, and sucked Skinner's hard cock enthusiastically, until the big man came down his throat.
"Good." Skinner fondled Mulder's hair affectionately. "Now, you've been tired and cranky all day. Go to bed, slave, and wake up in a more willing mood tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." Mulder knelt there for a moment.
"Is there something else?" Skinner demanded.
"CouldMaster kiss me?" He asked, hesitantly. He was dreading what dreams the night would bring, and had no wish to hurry off to bed. Skinner looked at him coolly.
"Kisses have to be earned. Have you earned one tonight, pup?" he asked.
Mulder sighed, and looked down. "No, Master," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder tomorrow."
He was surprised when Skinner tipped up his chin, and planted a sweet, tender kiss on his lips. He moaned, opening his mouth for more, but a tongue wasn't forthcoming. "You can have that on account," Skinner murmured, squeezing his slave's naked buttock. "Before you go, slave." He held up the chastity belt. Mulder sighed.
Mulder tried to avoid sleep for as long as possible. He went over the day's events, and was just about to drop off, when a chilling thought occurred to him. Why was Skinner insisting that he got so good at giving oral sex? Was it because he wanted to show off his skills at the party on Friday? Mulder shuddered. He had been forced to give oral sex to strangers before, with other tops, as an extreme demonstration of his submission but somehow, this time, it felt different. It would be the ultimate humiliation, and usually he got off on that, butbuthe heard a small voice deep inside: he didn't want to know that Skinner felt so little jealousy, that he could just stand by and watch Mulder serve another top. He wanted Skinner to become enraged at the thought of anyone else enjoying his services - he wanted a degree of exclusivity that he knew he was in no position to ask for. Mulder tossed and turned, worrying about it for an hour or so. He didn't know that was what Skinner intended, but it was a reasonable assumption to make, wasn't it?
Skinner's bedroom was empty when Mulder pushed the door open the following morning. He glanced around, but the only occupant in the bed was the green eyed Wanda. He checked in the bathroom but there was no sign of his Master. Feeling anxious, he began checking the whole apartment, room by room, then the upstairs one. He was starting to feel worried now. Skinner hadn't told him he'd be going anywhere this morningMulder began to run, looking under beds, and in closets, chasing around in circles like a dog pursuing its own tail. Outside, it got darker and darker, until he couldn't see anything. "Master!" He yelled. "Skinner! Where are you?" Finally, he gave up, and just sat, alone in the dark, by his Master's bed, clutching one of his lost Master's crisply ironed shirts to his chest, and drinking in the scent of him, sobbing his heart out
Mulder woke up, still shaking, exhausted by his dream. He sat in bed for a long time, but he knew he couldn't stay there. The need to check that Skinner hadn't really disappeared was overwhelming, and he grabbed his pillow and blanket as he had the previous night, then picked up his gun just in case his Master needed protecting, and slipped silently down the stairs.
Wanda didn't even look at him as he tiptoed into the room. Mulder's heart skipped a beat - Skinner was there, spreadeagled as usual. He couldn't resist tiptoeing closer, and kneeling for a moment beside his Master, in silent worship. Then he leaned forward and laid the merest whisper of a kiss on Skinner's thumb, before going to lie down on the floor at the foot of his Master's bed. As he had the previous night, he fell asleep immediately, the tension leaving his face as soon as his head hit the pillow. Here he was not only safe; he could be of service. If anyone came to hurt his Master, he could protect him, with his gun, and every last drop of blood in his body.
A bright light shone into Mulder's dreams a few hours later.
"Fuck - get away, get away from the window!" he yelled, disorientated. He sat up, reaching for the gun under his pillow, only to find his wrist grasped firmly, and twisted behind his back.
"Slowlyit's only me," Skinner said, disarming him. Mulder blinked, and then let out a groan. The clock beside Skinner's bed read 6:38. "Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you're doing here?" Skinner asked, placing the gun out of his reach, and taking hold of Mulder's other wrist, keeping both Mulder's arms firmly at his side. Mulder swallowed, and looked up into his Master's dark eyes.
"I couldn't sleep, Master," he admitted.
"Did you sleep last night?" Skinner asked.
"No, Master," Mulder began to tremble.
"Did you lie to me about that?" Skinner demanded.
"Yes, Master." Mulder's trembling got worse. Skinner pulled the quilt off his bed, and sat down on the floor behind his slave, wrapping them both in it. He pulled Mulder back so that his shoulders were resting against his Master's chest.
"So you thought you'd come down here and sleep in my room without permission?" Skinner continued.
"Yes, Master," Mulder said miserably.
"With a gun?"
Mulder knew without looking that Skinner had that raised eyebrow expression. "Yes," he replied, not sure just how bad this was going to get, but feeling pretty certain that he was up to his neck in shit.
"Okay, I'm going to ask this, although I'm sure I'll regret it - the gun, Fox. Why?"
"Oh, you know, in case you found me, and got so angry I had to defend myself," he wisecracked. This was a bad move. Skinner's body stiffened.
"All right. It's early, and I was on my way to the bathroom when I tripped over you, so, as you're clearly not in any mood to be co-operative, I think I'll continue just as I would have done." Skinner got up, and Mulder immediately regretted the loss of his Master's warm body, and his comfortable quilt, which was whisked away and replaced on the bed. "I told you I want your honesty, Fox," Skinner told him firmly.
"Are you going to punish me?" Mulder couldn't keep the quaver out of his voice.
"Yes, I am - in a way that will cause me the least inconvenience. I'm going back to bed, slave. I want you to use the next couple of hours to think very carefully about this honesty issue. You can do that from this position."
He moved quickly, dragging Mulder to his feet, and over to face the wall. "That's nearly two hours corner time you've bought yourself, slave. I don't want to hear a peep out of you in that time. You can go downstairs at 8:45 and get me my coffee. When you come back, I'm going to want a full explanation. Think very carefully about it," Skinner hissed into his ear.
Mulder bit on his lip. He didn't dare defy his Master, but two hours! Standing, facing the wall, while his Master slept in his nice, warm, comfy bed. Mulder heard Skinner return from the bathroom, and walk towards the bed. He half turned his head.
"Master, I'm" he began.
Skinner froze him with a look. "Face back towards the wall. You had your chance, Fox. Now you can think about how you blew it, and how you're going to make up for that in the morning." He picked up the quilt, and slipped under it. "Fox - trust isn't just about the things I do to your body in the Playroom. It's about your heart and mind too. Give me those and the rest will follow," he said softly, then he turned out the light, and left Mulder standing there.
It was a long two hours, and cold too. Mulder didn't dare move in case Skinner was still awake, so he stood, as silently as he could, resting his forehead on the wall, churning things over in his mind.
He felt as if there were two of him. There was Mulder, the FBI agent, who was preoccupied by his quest, who was bright and intelligent, and haunted by nightmares, and there was Fox, who wanted nothing more than to give it all up, and kneel at his Master's feet. So far, he had gone as willingly as he was able down this path. He knew he wanted it - it had been his choice to sign himself into slavery. Skinner was asking him for more than he could give though. He was looking beyond Fox, to Mulder, and he wanted to have them both. He wanted to see into the darkest recesses of Mulder's psyche, at what made him tick, and to know even his darkest nightmares. Mulder wasn't sure that he could give him that. He took a deep breath. This was just the beginning. Next week, when they returned to work, he could see the difficulties would start in earnest. No wonder Skinner was putting him through this intensive training program. Mulder closed his eyes, and wondered what the hell he was going to tell his Master in the morning.
Mulder slipped out, as he had been ordered, at 8:45, and grabbed the paper. He was almost distracted from his problems as he read that the Red Sox were playing the Yankees for the American League title that evening. He wondered if there was any chance in hell that Skinner would let him watch it.
Skinner was already sitting up in bed when Mulder returned.
"Master is awake," he murmured, putting the coffee down on the night-stand.
"Master had an interrupted night," Skinner scowled.
"Sorry, Master." Mulder knelt down, wretched, beside the bed. "I thinkMaster might want to give up on me," he said, surprising himself. "I thinkmaybe I'm not trainable, Master."
He was surprised when Skinner broke into a long, deep laugh. Mulder looked up, wide-eyed.
"I'm sure you'd like to believe that, Fox. It'd save you from having to reveal anything about yourself. You could just duck out of this, as you've done before whenever anyone has gotten too close. Well, tough luck, sweetheart. This is it. There's no escaping this one. You're mine, and that's the way it's going to stay, however hard it damn well gets for you. Now get up on this bed, and into the Confessional position."
He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. Mulder hesitated, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, combined with a gnawing anxiety in the pit of his stomach.
"Do I have to come and get you?" Skinner asked dangerously. "If I do, your butt will pay for it."
Mulder was galvanized into immediate action. His butt had been on the receiving end of enough spankings in the past few days. He knelt beside his Master, tucked his whole body neatly into position, and placed his nose on the quilt, eyes closed. He was surprised when Skinner's hand came down gently on his exposed back, stroking him.
"All right, little one. Tell me why you were sleeping on my floor last night," Skinner asked softly.
"I couldn't sleep, Master. I havenightmares. It isn't a recent thing," Mulder admitted.
"But you didn't feel the need to tell me before?" Skinner asked.
"II didn't think it was relevant, Master," Mulder whispered.
"Something that affects my slave's well-being, and you didn't think it was relevant," Skinner echoed, in a tone of disbelief. "Well, in future, slave, let me decide what's relevant and what isn't."
"Yes, Master."
Skinner's hand continued it's slow caress up and down Mulder's spine. "Keep going," he ordered. "What do you normally do when you have these nightmares?"
"I watch TV, Master," Mulder said, "and sometimes I go out for a run."
"I see. Well, you can't run without my permission, but you have a television in your room. Did you try that?" Skinner asked, his fingers straying into Mulder's hair, stroking him softly, like a cat.
"No, Master," Mulder said.
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't work. I just lie awake all night, watching. Sometimes it takes ages to fall asleep again. SometimesI just don't."
"But you didn't even try - why?
"I don't know," Mulder said the lie before he was even aware of it. He did know. He knew he couldn't have just stayed in his room watching TV when his nightmares had been about Skinner. The urge to check that his Master was safe had been too strong for him to resist.
"What were your nightmares about, little one?" Skinner asked gently.
Mulder started to rock back and forth. He hated being perceived as weak, or emotionally needy. Even in his submission he tried to keep his strength, the strength that had kept him going for so long through innumerable ordeals. He didn't need his tops - emotionally any way. He just needed what they could give him. If he let them get close it would end up likePhoebe.
"My nightmares are usually about my sister, Master, or Scully. About them being abducted. Aboutnot being able to help them." Mulder told the half-truth, curling himself up even tighter in the semi-fetal position and rocking with a vengeance now. And about you, about losing you, Master
"Usually?" Skinner picked up on the detail. "Was that what they were about last night?"
"Very similar, Master, yes," Mulder whispered. There was a long silence during which he hoped Skinner wouldn't delve any further or he knew he would tell the other man an outright lie.
"All right. Come here." Skinner held out his arms, and Mulder looked up in relief, and crawled into them eagerly. He found himself settling against his Master's chest, clinging on for dear life. There was something so reassuring about the scent, and strength of his Master, about his muscular arms, and powerful body. It's just a physical thing, not any big emotional deal, he told himself, as he closed his eyes and allowed his Master to kiss his forehead.
"Is there anything else?" Skinner asked.
Mulder didn't want to lie, but somehow, the truth was beyond him. "No, Master," he whispered.
"All right." Skinner pushed him back so that he could look into his eyes. "I won't have my slave distressed, and tired during the day. It'll interfere with your training, and your ability to serve me, apart from anything else, but I also take the terms of my contract very seriously. Quote me clause 2 of the Master Contract, slave."
Mulder thought about it for a moment, then opened his mouth.
"I will provide the physical and emotional necessities of life for my slave, and he will know my love as I choose for him to know it," he gabbled.
"I think sleep counts as a physical necessity," Skinner commented. "Now, as far as I'm concerned, being allowed to sleep on my floor, is just one step down from allowing my slave to sleep in my bed. In other words - it's something that I would usually make you earn. However, I have an idea, pup, based on our discussion about the kennel yesterday."
He got up, and pulled on his robe, clicking his fingers for Mulder to kneel in the submissive position.
"Stay," he ordered. Mulder did as he was told, and Skinner returned a few minutes later, bearing a long length of chain. He fastened one end of it to one of the legs at the foot of the bed, then beckoned his slave over. "In future, if you have a nightmare, and feel that you need to sleep in my room, you can. However - if you do, you must sleep chained to the foot of the bed, in bondage. Please try to ensure you don't wake me as well. Just clip this," he held up the end of the chain, "to your collar. It's a locking mechanism - I'll be the only one with a key to it. So, you should think very hard about whether to come down here. If you do, you'll be chained for the rest of the night, unable to use the bathroom, or to move around much."
"Yes, Master." Mulder nodded, feeling relieved. He didn't mind about being chained - in fact, his cock told him that he rather liked the idea. It was just so good to know that he could spend the night here without worrying about the consequences.
"And if I find you here in the morning, I'll expect a full account of what brought you here," Skinner warned. Mulder crossed his fingers behind his back, and nodded.
"All right - I'll do a quick inspection and then we should get moving. I want you to do a thorough work out in the gym this morning." Skinner took off his robe, and headed for the shower.
"Doesn't Master want" Mulder gestured to Skinner's cock.
"No - I'm going to be using you in the shower. Get a move on." Skinner slapped Mulder's butt and his slave scrambled quickly for the door.
Skinner inspected his slave briefly, and removed his chastity belt, before stepping into the shower. He allowed his slave to soap him thoroughly, and then he told him to get into the Grace position. Mulder obeyed, placing his hands flat against the wall. Skinner soaped his fingers and finger-fucked his slave for several minutes, then withdrew. Mulder watched out of the corner of his eye, as Skinner unhooked the long back scrubbing brush from the shower rail.
"Oh shit," he murmured.
"I told you, slave, morning discipline is a given. Accept." Skinner warned.
"Yes, Master," he gasped, putting his head back, the water flowing down his face. The brush packed an almighty whack as it slapped against his buttocks. Wet skin always hurt more than dry, and the brush was as big and hard as any paddle, although Skinner was swinging it lightly on his already tenderized flesh.
"What are you?" Skinner asked.
"Your slave, Master," Mulder replied automatically, knowing the litany by heart now.
"And your status?"
"I have none, Master, I exist to serve you," Mulder panted, as the brush made painful contact with his upturned butt several times.
"Who does your body belong to?" Skinner demanded.
"OW! You, you, Master," Mulder whimpered.
"And how can I use you?" Skinner asked.
"Anyway you like. Unnnnhh! Ow!"
"That's just what I intend to do."
Skinner threw the brush down, and Mulder heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped. He gasped out loud as his Master grabbed his sore buttocks, and entered him swiftly, and smoothly. "Push your butt out, slave. More," Skinner squeezed Mulder's red ass, making his slave's internal muscles contract around his hard cock, milking him. Mulder struggled to push his butt out, gasping as Skinner's cock slid home. His Master's hands slipped around, and lightly touched his slave's sore nipples, making Mulder yelp. His cock, already hard, went as straight as a ramrod.
"Masterplease" he whimpered, as Skinner continued that gossamer light touch on his nipples.
"Quiet, slave. Accept me." Skinner grabbed Mulder's hips and thrust into him with more urgency. It took all Mulder's strength to keep in position as Skinner pounded into him, over and over again, his wet hands fondling Mulder's entire body, sometimes stroking, sometimes pinching, sometimes making the lightest contact with his nipples, or squeezing his tender ass, before finally reaching climax. He stood, covering his slave's body with his own for several minutes, while their breathing returned to normal, and then he withdrew, and disposed of the condom. He returned to the shower, and turned his slave around.
"Good boy." He kissed Mulder firmly on the lips, plundering his slave's mouth with his tongue, and Mulder opened up, and went weak at the knees, holding onto this Master's shoulders for dear life.
"Please" he found himself rubbing up against Skinner's groin, trying to achieve the climax that was always just out of reach.
"Naughty." Skinner stepped out of the shower, flicking the switch to cold as he left. "You know the drill. You can stay there until that," Skinner pointed at Mulder's erection, "has gone down."
Skinner took Mulder through the rest of the day at such breakneck speed that his slave barely had time to remember his broken night. He was given a thorough work out in the gym, whisked up the Playroom for an hour's light stroking in the harness, then ordered to spend another hour shaving balloons. After that, it was time to wash the brunch dishes. Mulder approached the full sink and noticed Wanda nosing around under the faucet.
"Stupid cat," he murmured. "You have a bowl of water, Madam. On the floor, which, incidentally, is where you belong." Wanda didn't take any notice of him, she just continued licking moisture from the faucet. Mulder glanced over his shoulder, but Skinner was in the other room. With a grin of evil delight, Mulder reached out, and snapped the faucet on quickly. Wanda jumped, as the deluge consumed her, and scurried away, her tail twitching angrily and one damp ear flicking back and forth. It was at that moment that Skinner came into the kitchen.
"Not even started yet?" Skinner raised an eyebrow. "Hurry up, Fox. I want you to join me on the couch." He picked Wanda up absently, and kissed her, then paused. "Fox - Wanda has a wet ear," he commented.
"Does she, Master?" Mulder busied himself clearing up, plunging his hands in the soapy water.
"Do you know anything about that?" Skinner asked ominously.
"No, Master," Mulder gave a seraphic smile, his hazel eyes meeting Wanda's. "Maybe she dunked it in her water bowl by mistake, Master," Mulder commented neutrally.
Skinner's eyes narrowed and he regarded his slave thoughtfully. "Maybe she did," he murmured, taking Wanda with him back to the other room. "Come on, little darling," he crooned as he went. "Let me take you away from the nasty slave."
Mulder made a face. It was ridiculous, a grown man talking to a stupid cat like that, although not, he pondered, any more ridiculous than a grown man doing the washing up stark naked, save only for a cock ring, 2 nipple rings, a gold collar, and a wedding ring.
He joined Skinner on the couch as requested after doing the dishes. Skinner was leaning back, looking through the TV Guide, and he beckoned Mulder to sit between his open knees, then he pulled his slave back against his chest. Mulder relaxed into the embrace with a sigh. This was so nice.
"You had an interrupted night, last night, pup," Skinner mused, gently stroking Mulder's hair. "Now, I want you to take a nap."
Mulder closed his eyes obediently, listening as Skinner rustled through the TV Guide again. A
thought occurred to him, as he remembered the game. Normally, nothing on this earth would have stopped him watching a playoff game between the Red Sox and the Yankees for the American League title. Skinner seemed to be in a very mellow mood this afternoon. He wondered if there was any way he could wheedle his Master into allowing him to watch the game. Still musing, he turned on his side, and fell into a deep slumber.
He was awakened a couple of hours later, by an insistent stroking inside his anus. He blinked, and glanced up. Skinner was finger fucking him awake.
"You can't sleep all day, pup," Skinner smiled. "We do have some more chores to do. However, I must say, this is nice."
His fingers picked up speed, and Mulder started to writhe, and moan, as they found his prostate. His cock jerked awake with a vengeance.
"You know, I think it's your lucky day," Skinner murmured into Mulder's ear. "I think I'm going to use you again." He dug into his pocket for a condom, then removed his finger, and pressed his hard cock against Mulder's buttocks, rubbing it between them. "One of the good things about having you in my bed, when the day comes, is that I'll have you to hand to use if I wake up in the night. I'll enjoy using you while you sleep."
"I'm sure I'll soon wake up if you do that, Master," Mulder moaned, trying to impale himself on his Master's cock. He could hardly believe himself. Up until last week he had avoided anal sex, but now he was rubbing himself on Skinner's cock like a cat on heat. He still found Skinner's thick cock hard to take, but the sensation of it filling him, left him satisfied in a way he could never have imagined. He opened up eagerly, as Skinner pushed his hard length into him, and rocked his hips against his slave's body, getting into an insistent rhythm, never quite thrusting to the hilt, just dipping in and out. It was a new angle for Mulder, with both of them lying on their sides on the couch, and he had to will himself to relax for the first few strokes, which he always found the most painful. Once Skinner was fully inside him, the big man stopped moving, and held his slave close. Mulder closed his eyes. Shit, this felt so good. His back against Skinner's chest, being held tight, his Master's cock fully inside him, claiming him. They were still for a moment that seemed to last forever, and then Skinner started a slow, tantalizing movement, back and forth, every thrust seeming to stimulate Mulder's prostate, until Mulder felt sure he'd come just from that dizzying pressure. Skinner seemed to sense that he was on the edge, and pinched the tip of his cock firmly. "You don't come. Not yet. Not until Friday, and then only if you're good. I've been too soft on you so far, slave." Skinner murmured in his ear.
"Master feels pretty hard right now," Mulder quipped.
Skinner tightened the grip of his arm across the front of Mulder's chest and thrust a few more times before coming. Once more, he stayed inside his slave for several minutes, as his penis softened inside Mulder's body.
"I want you to remember what this feels like, to think about me inside you, as often as possible," Skinner whispered in his ear. "I read somewhere, about someone who had a plaster cast made of his cock. I'd like to do something similar - have the shape and size of my hard cock fashioned into a butt plug, and make you wear it all the time, so that I'm claiming you, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, like the slave you are. The only time I'd take it out would be to use you, like I just did, so there would never be a time when you couldn't feel me inside you. How does that sound, slave?" his voice was low, and sexy, and Mulder groaned, his
cock aching with need.
"Master is just tormenting me now," he whispered.
"That's right. I like tormenting you, little one. It gives me pleasure," Skinner laughed. "How are you feeling after your nap?"
"Fine, Master." Mulder snuggled against his Master's body.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Skinner's hands gently stroked his body.
Mulder sighed happily. "No, Master," he whispered.
They lay there for a long time. Mulder felt himself drifting off into a dreamy haze. He glanced at the TV Guide on the floor, and remembered his plan. He was sure Skinner wouldn't let him watch the game if he asked him, so he decided on a different tack.
"Master?"
"Hmm?" Skinner hugged him close, and kissed the back of his neck, making Mulder's hair stand on end.
"You know what I was saying about not sleeping?"
"Yes," Skinner nibbled at his earlobe.
"Well, I usually find that watching baseball before I go to bed helps me drop off. I don't know why," Mulder said, taking his life into his hands.
"Baseball?" Skinner licked behind his ears. Mulder shivered, willing his erection to go away.
"Yes, Master. It works every time. I'll probably sleep all night if I watched the game this evening," he said. It sounded unbelievable, even to his own ears, but Skinner seemed to be relaxed, and zoned out, so it was worth a try. It might work. His Master sounded as if he could be in an indulgent mood right now, on his post-sex high. "Could we have the game on tonight, Master?" he asked.
"Why not?" Skinner nipped Mulder's earlobe again. "Yes, we'll have the game on tonight, slave. I'll enjoy that. Very much."
Mulder grinned silently to himself. Hah! At last he had found a chink in his Master's armor. Appealing to Skinner's good nature, taking advantage of his concern over Mulder's nightmares, and asking straight after some hot sex. Those were the keys. Mulder snuggled down in his Master's arms, feeling pretty damn pleased with himself.
Skinner seemed to be looking forward to the evening as well. He put Mulder through his paces once more on the end of the leash, then they had dinner, after which, Skinner got out some beers, and a bag of popcorn and handed them to his slave.
"You can't watch a game without these vital accessories," he grinned. Mulder grinned back, sensing the training being relaxed. Maybe tonight, for just a couple of hours, they could be regular guys. They could immerse themselves in the game, and forget about the training for a bit. Maybe, if he was lucky, Mulder could lie in his Master's arms again while they watched TV, just as he had that afternoon. Mulder took the beers into the living room, and put them on the table, then sat down expectantly, turning on the TV to catch the intro. Skinner came in and sat down beside him.
"On the floor, pup," he gestured. Mulder pouted, reluctant to relinquish his fantasy of lying in Skinner's arms, but Skinner clicked his fingers and he didn't dare disobey. "Okay, I think we can use this as a training opportunity." Skinner smiled down at his slave. "For tonight, Fox, I'd like you to be my footstool."
"What?" Mulder opened his mouth wide in wordless shock.
"You heard me, pup. On your hands and knees. No - facing that way." Skinner pointed in the opposite direction to where the TV was located. Mulder just knelt there, mouth opening and closing uselessly.
"But - Master said I could watch the game!" he protested at last.
"No, Master said we'd have the game on, and we will - but you won't be watching it." Skinner smiled at him. "Instead you'll be on your hands and knees with my legs on your back. I think I'll balance the remotes on you as well. Get used to it, slave. I'm fond of human furniture - and it's a hard skill to learn. You have to be completely still for a start. I won't put any drinks on you tonight, but I will at some point, and I don't expect them to spill. I think it's time that you found a quiet center to your soul, boy. Blank out the rest of the world, and just concentrate on being a footstool."
Mulder choked in disbelief, but Skinner turned him around, placed his unwilling limbs into position, and then rested his long legs on Mulder's back.
"Master, please," he whimpered, hearing the game start on the television behind him. He was rewarded by a swat on the butt from a rolled up copy of the TV Guide.
"Quiet, boy." Skinner said, leaning back in the couch. He opened a beer, and dug his hand into the popcorn.
Mulder flushed to the roots of his hair, feeling utterly humiliated. Apart from anything else, it was uncomfortable, this kneeling in position. He tried to remain still, but after barely ten minutes, he felt sure he'd collapse, and shifted his weight - only to receive another hearty slap. From then on, every wriggle was met by a swat from the TV Guide. Behind him, he could tell he was missing one of the most exciting games in living memory.
"This has been a game for the history books so far! I've never even seen a play like that before," Tim McCarver, the Yankee announcer babbled. Skinner leaned forward, excited, removed his legs from Mulder's back, and plunked his remote and the popcorn down on him instead.
"Master!" Mulder protested, flinching from the anticipated blow from the TV Guide. He wasn't disappointed as it swatted down on his upturned butt.
"And now here's the play at the plate!" Mulder heard from the television behind him. "This run could be it! He's out! No! The ball is dropped! He's safe! He's safe at home!"
Oh god, this was excruciating. Mulder craned his neck to get just one glimpse of the play, and found the back of his head swatted with the rolled up magazine. Fuck! He couldn't bear this!
"Master, I'm sorry. Please let me watch," he begged, doing his best to sound contrite, while thinking furious thoughts.
"What are you sorry for, slave?" Skinner asked.
"For lying to you so that you'd let me watch," Mulder admitted with a sigh. "Hell, it was worth a try, Master!"
"What about just asking me? Wasn't that worth a try?" Skinner demanded.
"I--you might not have let me, Master,"
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to let you now!" Skinner retorted. "Just kneel there, and give the matter of honesty some more thought. That seems to be a theme with you at the moment."
"Is Master going to punish me?" Mulder asked, suddenly worried.
"Yeah. Now shut up. I'm watching the game, boy. One more word out of you and
I'll kill the sound so you can't even listen to it."
Mulder opened his mouth, and then closed it again. It wasn't worth the risk. He listened in agony, as the duel between the Yankees and the Red Sox progressed. Mulder missed it all, including a final 'once in a lifetime' triple play that brought the game to an end.
"But not in my lifetime," Mulder groaned to himself as the announcers exulted about the end of a baseball game that would go down in the history books as one of the most exciting ever played.
Skinner turned the TV off, and clicked his fingers. Mulder rose up stiffly into an upright kneeling position, his back protesting the movement.
"Okay, we have some issues to address." Skinner got up, and took off his belt. Mulder watched him, alarmed, his butt cheeks clenching in anticipation. "I don't know what it's going to take to get this message home, Fox, but I do know I'm going to keep trying until we get there. I need your honesty." Skinner stood in front of his slave, looking down on him. "It's important. I need it in the little things - like the stunt you just pulled, because if you can't be honest about that, then there's no hope with you about the big things. And I need you to be honest about those, Fox, because if you're not, I might end up doing you some serious harm, and I don't want that any more than you do. I'm talking emotional harm as much as physical harm," Skinner warned. "By big things, I mean the truth about your nightmares, because I don't think you gave me that this morning did you?" Skinner asked.
Mulder looked up, his eyes wide and fearful, then looked down again, and shook his head, wordlessly.
"I did hope that relaxing you on the couch might encourage you into confessing of your own free will, but I can see that's not going to happen, so I'm going to be take a harder line with you. You deserve to be punished for the crap you spouted to manipulate me into letting you watch the game. I hope you learned that lesson. Did you?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder bit on his lip, and watched as Skinner doubled up the belt in his hands, and pulled it taut, then slapped it against his thigh a couple of times with a resounding thwack.
"What did you learn?" Skinner asked. "Tell me the lesson you learned, slave."
"That I must always be honest with my Master?" Mulder suggested.
"Yes - that's about right, and to drum that lesson home, I'm going to give you one lick of my belt for every word in that sentence, with you spelling each one out as we go. Present yourself for discipline, Fox."
He sat down, and patted his knees. Mulder got up quickly, and bent himself over them, his stomach churning. He really didn't want a spanking right now.
"Okay, let's go," his Master said, laying the first lick right across the middle of Mulder's tender flesh.
"I," Mulder panted.
"Leg's further apart," Skinner widened them with his knee, then, trapped Mulder's cock between his legs, before delivering the next lick.
"M!" Mulder yelped. Another swat followed on quickly behind.
"U!" he cried.
Each lick came hard on the heels of the next one. If Mulder was too slow spelling the phrase, Skinner laid down an interim stroke to remind him to hurry up. He got lost somewhere around the middle of the word 'honest,' so Skinner started all over again from the beginning of that word. By the time he'd finished spelling out the phrase, Mulder's butt felt like it was on fire, and he was sobbing freely, his head buried in the couch. "Okay," Skinner paused. "Say each word for me, and I'll give you a stroke for each, then we're finished."
"Iow! Mustalwaysfuck!behonhonestplease, ow!withmyunnnhMaster!" Mulder repeated frantically, each lick of Skinner's belt printing a line of fire in his flesh. Finally, the onslaught stopped, and Mulder lay, panting, over his Master's knee. He felt Skinner's hand soothing his back, and got up, burying his face in his Master's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he sobbed incoherently.
"I know you are. Come here." Skinner pulled his kneeling slave between his open legs, and kissed his hair until the tears finally subsided. Mulder felt sure he'd soaked his Master's shirt through to the skin. He'd never cried like this after a whipping. He'd always had his escape, damn it! He hated himself for his weakness, and tried to draw back, to retreat, but Skinner held him close, soothing him, which just made Mulder's sobs start up again. He cried for a long time, then lay limply in his Master's strong arms. Skinner pushed him back, and gently wiped the tears from his slave's cheeks, and deposited a light kiss on Mulder's swollen lips. "Now, talk to me, sweetheart," Skinner murmured, "and this time, make it the truth. Or I'll throw you back over my knee, and make you spell out that phrase again. In fact, every time you're dishonest, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you."
"PleaseI promise I'll tell you" Mulder babbled. "The nightmaresthey were about you, Master."
"About me?" Skinner frowned.
"YesI" Mulder closed his eyes and some instinct made him assume the Confessional position. "I dreamed you were abducted, just like Sam and Scully were abducted. It happens to everyone I love." He froze, annoyed with himself for uttering that word. He didn't want Skinner to know the hold he had over him. It made him vulnerable, and weak. "I saw you being taken away, and, another time, you just disappeared. I looked for you everywhere. When I came to your room, I brought the gun because I wanted to protect you. I feel so goddamn helpless in my life, Master. I couldn't stop them taking Samantha, or Scully. I suppose - I wanted to protect you if they came for you. I know it's load of fucking stupid crap, but it was 4 o clock in the morning, and it made some kind of half-assed sense then." Mulder sighed, trembling with the effort of the confession.
"Hush, it's all right." Mulder was surprised that Skinner hadn't burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he'd heard. "Fox, I'm not going anywhere," Skinner told him, softly. "Not now, not ever. You're stuck with me, slave." His fingers gently massaged Mulder's stiff shoulders. "We have to deal with these issues, Fox. You've had some bad crap happen in your life. You can move on - but only if you deal with it, instead of trying to hide from it. From now on, you'll tell me if you have any more nightmares, and you'll tell me what they are. Now, do you have anything else to confess?"
Mulder shook his head, and was surprised when his mouth opened and he started talking.
"I'm worried you'll make me suck the other tops at the party, Master," he admitted, shaking again. Skinner's fingers dug deep into the back of his neck.
"What the hell made you think I'd do that?" he asked.
"Because you want me to be so good at it. I thought that was why," Mulder admitted.
"I want you to be good at it for my own benefit, not anyone else's!" Skinner laughed. Mulder felt his shoulders relaxing in relief. "Anything else, sweetheart?"
"I turned the faucet on, and soaked Wanda's ear," Mulder gabbled, seemingly unable to stop the torrent of guilty secrets. Skinner roared with laughter, and Mulder looked up in surprise.
"Well, I'm not saying I condone that, but hell, she does hover around that faucet like she's asking for it sometimes," Skinner said between great gasps of hysteria. "Well, Fox, it seems like you've got a lot on your conscience. I think, maybe, we should institute a confessional half hour every evening." He leaned forward, and helped his slave to kneel upright, his face turning suddenly serious. "The honesty issue is important, little one," he said, fondling Mulder's cheek. Mulder nodded, a lump in his throat. "The fact that you have trouble being honest with me shows you don't trust me yet. I need that trust. I told you, Fox, I'm going to take you right down. If you don't trust me, if you fight me all the way, then it'll be a harder experience for you. Learn to trust me, and it'll be a lot less painful."
"Yes, Master," Mulder bowed his head.
"And, you know, the excitement of that game has made me horny. There's something I'd like to do to you before you go to bed. Lie on the floor, hands above your head. Good."
Mulder lay on the carpet, watching as Skinner approached him. Without warning, the big man knelt down on top of him, his legs astride Mulder's ribs. He took hold of Mulder's arms, and pushed them back onto the floor, leaning over his slave, and looking into his eyes for a long moment. "Who do you belong to, slave?" He asked. Mulder felt a thrill pass through his body, at being held in such a submissive pose.
"You, Master," he said, happily.
"There are many ways of marking you." Skinner grinned. "Do you know that cats scent mark their territory? That's what I'm going to do to you now. Hold still."
He opened his jeans, and pulled out his cock, then fed it into Mulder's waiting mouth. "Suck me until I'm just about to come. No, don't move. I'm going to hold you down, slave boy."
Mulder obeyed his Master, sucking on his hard cock, his hands held captive over his head, the weight of Skinner's body keeping him pinned to the carpet. When Skinner was on the verge of coming, he withdrew from his slave's mouth, and spurted out on his naked body, his come splashing onto Mulder's chest, and over his neck. Mulder closed his eyes as he accepted the semen onto his body.
"Okay," Skinner leaned forward, and held Mulder down again. "Wait here until it dries, slave boy. Then go to bed stinking of me, with my come still marking your chest. You can't wash it off until tomorrow morning. If you wake up in the night, I want you to smell me on your body, to feel claimed by my come, and to remember that it's me marking you as my territory. Nobody," he said the word with savage intent, "gets to use you but me, boy. You're mine." He dipped his finger in his come, and painted some down the center of Mulder's chest. "Scent-marked," he whispered.
Mulder shivered. He felt more owned than he ever had in his life. He loved the note of jealousy he heard in his Master's voice. Skinner had even made the thought of sleeping in dried spunk sound sexy. Skinner held him there until the moisture had dried on his body, and then let him up. He fastened Mulder into his chastity belt for the night, and then pulled his slave into a deep, loving kiss.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," he murmured. Mulder gazed at him in wordless adoration, and then retreated to his bedroom in a haze of happiness.
He got into bed, smelling of sex, the dried semen feeling slightly itchy on his chest, but for some reason he found the smell and sensation reassuring - and he didn't have one bad dream all night.
End of Part 7
Part Eight: It's My Party, and I'll Cry If I Want To.
The first thing Mulder's Master did on Thursday morning was to order him into the shower. The second thing he did was to tell his damp slave that he was taking him down even further, and that he would be silent for the rest of the day. Mulder stared up at him in shock. A whole day of silence? Without even the benefit of the gag to enforce it?
"You have to learn, sweetheart," Skinner chuckled, reading his expression. "You'll be silent for most of the day, until I give you the command that you can speak. View this as a learning opportunity, Fox."
Mulder opened his mouth to protest, and Skinner placed a finger over it. "It's one stroke with the strap for every word you say today. I'll keep tally and deliver them this evening. Now, do you think you can take your morning discipline without talking? Screams are fine, and I'll keep it light."
Mulder thought about it for a moment, and then nodded, but it was with some trepidation that he lowered himself over his Master's knee. Skinner was true to his word, and the slaps that rained down on Mulder's ass from his bare hand didn't do more than sting, but even so, after the sheer volume built up on his sore ass, Mulder was writhing, and kicking. It took all his willpower not to cry out, or beg his Master for a reprieve. When it was over, Skinner placed him back on his knees, and gave him a deep, searching kiss.
"I'm very proud of you, Fox," he said when he'd finished, leaving Mulder almost whimpering for more. "When you can regularly take even the most severe discipline without pleas, or resistance, accept it as your due, as symbolic of your slavery, and kneel and kiss my feet afterwards in thanks, then your training will be complete. This was a good first step. I'm pleased."
The afterglow of Skinner's praise stayed with Mulder for most of the day, and the trial of silence actually turned out to be pleasurable, as he watched his Master intently, relieved of the necessity to communicate in any way save through his body language. Skinner was firm but attentive. He took his slave on an hour's leash training - Mulder's nipples were still sore, but the worst of the initial aftermath of the piercing had worn off. Skinner assured him that within 2 weeks they wouldn't give him any discomfort at all. "Then we can really begin to play with them," he promised, touching the tip of his index finger to one, which sent tingles down Mulder's spine.
Mulder was now confident on the leash. Learning the signals had been a walk in the park - Mulder's worst enemy was his over-active mind. If he switched off, and, as Skinner had told him to do on so many occasions, surrendered to his submission, then he performed brilliantly. If, however, he tried to think about it too much, or to second-guess his Master, then he usually screwed up. Skinner was firm but patient, and Mulder actually came to actively enjoy his sessions on the leash. He had a mental image of himself walking behind his Master down the corridors of a deserted Hoover building, himself naked, Skinner fully clothed, leading him by the chain attached to his pierced nipples. It was the kind of image that made him immediately hard. He was so used to his aching, unrelieved erection now, that it was easier for him not to be distracted by it. He still couldn't wait to be allowed to come, and he hoped desperately that the party would go without incident, and he could claim his prize of a night in his Master's arms. Skinner had even hinted that he'd perform oral sex on his slave, and Mulder practically salivated at that prospect.
Mulder went through a familiar litany of tasks on his day of silence. He shaved 5 balloons, and only killed 3 of them, then performed an extensive workout, under Skinner's watchful gaze.
"I'm going to improve your diet - more protein, less junk food," Skinner informed him, as he ran on the treadmill. "And add some definition to your pecs and upper body. I've worked out a program for you that should achieve that. I like you as you are though - I don't want you bulked up, so the program will just tone you, and increase your levels of fitness. Your body is over-stressed," he frowned at the full fitness survey he'd made his slave complete, including an in depth study of his eating habits, fitness methods, body stats, and a cardio vascular work out. "We'll work on that. You'll find that being a slave has its own stresses, but, by and large, it can be a very restful condition."
Mulder shot him a look of disbelief, and made his first slip up of the day by not being able to contain the "yeah, right," that slipped out of his mouth. Skinner raised an eyebrow.
"That's two with the strap this evening, Fox," he warned. "Keep a tally - I'll ask you for the total later on. I hope for your sake that it doesn't grow too much."
Afterward the workout, Skinner took him to the Playroom, and tied him up in the harness again. He didn't blindfold him, and Mulder enjoyed another hour of soothing, light stroking, and tickling. He only earned two swats for not being able to stay still, and he only gasped out a "shit!" once, when Skinner indulged in some prolonged tickling of his armpits. All in all, he thought his Master was pleased with him.
Later that afternoon, Skinner made him kneel on the floor with his hands outstretched, and placed a pot in each of them.
"Half an hour without moving, then you can go on all fours and be my footstool again for another half an hour," Skinner informed him.
Mulder made a face. He hated this human furniture thing. It made his muscles ache apart from anything else, as Skinner insisted on complete stillness. "You can take a rest every time the strain is too much - 30 seconds or so to get the blood moving again, just lower your hands until the ache has gone, then raise them again," Skinner told him. "I'm not asking you to be superhuman, just to learn the benefit of discovering a still center to your soul, and how to inhabit it for short periods of time. If, at the same time, you can also be of service, then that's even better," he grinned, pouring water into one bowl, and filling the other with peanuts, which he helped himself to every time he past his hapless, silent slave-come-coffee table.
Mulder sighed, and tried his best to master the skill, but he still hated it. He hated being a footstool even more. There was something utterly degrading about kneeling on all fours with his butt in the air, having his back used as a footrest. Skinner's long legs were heavy as well, and the demands that he be completely still were hard for him to obey. Skinner pulled him into a hug when his half hour was up, and kissed his slave's forehead tenderly.
"Well done. I know that wasn't easy," he said, and Mulder laid his head against his Master's shoulder, with a heartfelt sigh.
"I hate being furniture, Master," he said mournfully.
"That's five more, Fox." Skinner said cheerfully. "Now, I want to use you. Do you think you can remain completely still and silent, while I do that? I can gag and tie you if need be, but I'd prefer it if you learned to obey me of your own volition."
Mulder looked at his Master wide eyed. He loved that Skinner found his body so exciting, that he enjoyed exploring it, and opening it. Having his prostate stimulated wasn't quite as enjoyable as being allowed to come, but it was the next best thing. However, he did have a tendency to move around, and shout out a lot during sex. His Master was combining two lessons in one with his question. Mulder thought about it, and nodded - he would try at least.
"Good boy," Skinner kissed his forehead again. "Lie down on your back, and open your legs. I'll place you into whatever position I want you in - I don't want you to move at all, and speech is forbidden. If you disobey me on either of those, then I'll add it to the list for punishment tonight."
Mulder nodded again, wondering if he would regret turning down the use of the gag, and bondage. He lay on his back on the floor, and opened his legs wide. Skinner knelt between them, and entered a finger into Mulder's anus, probing gently, and thoroughly. Mulder started to moan, and had to bite back the sound. It was much harder than he thought to lie completely still, without moving, as Skinner continued that long, probing caress. Two fingers, then three, and Mulder wanted to shout out loud, and put his arms above his head, to lean into the slow, loving caress. It took all his willpower to resist.
After several minutes of this, Skinner undid his jeans, and took out his pulsing erection, stroking it. He laid it against Mulder's inner thigh, and teased him with it, then he unwrapped a condom and placed it on his hard cock. He raised Mulder's legs over his shoulders, and grasped his slave's thighs, impaling him on his cock in one swift movement that made Mulder shout out, then bite on his lip. The first moments of entrance were always slightly painful to Mulder, but when Skinner started to thrust, and found his prostate, that discomfort rapidly changed into an intense, burning pleasure. He was amazed by how much he enjoyed anal sex now. Part of it was the thrill of being dominated, opened by his big, strong, powerful Master, and taken by him without mercy, subject to his whim, and will, but part of it was simply enjoyment of the act itself. Mulder strained every muscle in his body to keep still, and quiet, as Skinner pounded into him, back and forth, stimulating his sensitive nerve endings, and making his whole body quiver with the need to shout, and move. It was hard to lie so still when his anus was being stroked to the heights of ecstasy, and Mulder started to sweat, the moisture dripping off his face with effort. He longed for it to go on forever, and for it to be over, at one and the same time.
Skinner had enormous control of his body, and he hadn't been lying when he had told Mulder on his first night as his slave that he could stay hard for a long time. Mulder felt as if he was subject to the most bizarre form of sexual torture he could ever have imagined. Skinner's big body possessed him, slow stroke, by slow stroke, thrusting and withdrawing so many times that the whole event became a haze, and finally Mulder snapped, and flung his head back, the sweat flowing down his neck.
"Oh god!" he cried out.
"That's another 2 - add them to the tally," Skinner told him between panting thrusts. "Hands back down by your sides, keep very still or it won't be the strap I use tonight - it'll be the tawse." The threat of that particular implement was enough to stun Mulder into silence again, and he bit down hard on his lip, his bare back starting to rub on the carpet.
Mulder watched, the enforced stillness and silence making him focus his attention not the sensations in his own body, but on his Master. He noted the way Skinner's strong neck muscles bunched up as he thrust into his slave's body, how his Master's broad forehead was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. He watched, fascinated, enjoying the way his Master half closed his eyes as he went about his pleasure, how he focused all of his formidable will on the event, pursued it almost, until he was sated. Skinner came with a long exhalation of breath, and Mulder lay silently, not moving, just watching, as his Master's breathing slowed, and returned to normal.
"Good boy. That's another hard lesson. We'll be returning to it several times." Skinner smiled. "I notice you watched me - that's good. Next time, focus on me even more, and you'll gradually learn how to please me. When you can finally come to concentrate on me, and how best to serve me, then you'll have learned the true nature of your enslavement. Remember," he withdrew from his slave's willing body, "your own pleasure is incidental, Fox. My pleasure is paramount. If I choose for you to be rewarded, or for this," he tugged on his slave's hard cock, "to be allowed to release, it's because it pleases me, not because I want to please you." Mulder blinked, drinking in these words, and the breath-taking vision of the full range of his own submission that was being presented to him. His already hard cock almost went into spasm. Skinner grinned, and slapped it.
"Down boy!" he laughed. "Hopefully, tomorrow night it'll please me to give this little monster what it's panting for."
Skinner got up, rearranged his clothing, and disposed of the used condom, then he clipped Mulder's leash on him and set him some basic household chores to get the house ready for the party the following day. Mulder followed his Master in a haze of silent obedience. He fought his slavery less this day than any other day previously. The serenity he had caught only briefly before, now claimed him, and he was almost surprised when the day came to an end.
"Your punishment before bed." Skinner smiled, handing him the key to the playroom. "Go and get the strap, Fox, then go and wait for me in your bedroom." Mulder looked up at him in surprise. "Your bedroom isn't your own personal territory, sweetheart!" Skinner laughed. "You're still my slave in there, just as you are everywhere else. You shouldn't get into the habit of thinking you're exempt from my attentions in any particular place. Go and kneel beside your bed, with the strap in your mouth, and consider what you've learned today."
Mulder nodded, and went up the stairs, holding his leash under his tongue. He retrieved the strap and went back to his bedroom, then placed the strap with the leash in his mouth, and knelt, waiting for his Master. He watched as the minutes ticked by - long, endless minutes of waiting. He considered getting up, but somehow he just knew that Skinner would choose the exact moment he disobeyed, to appear in the doorway.
Half an hour passed, and Mulder experienced a range of emotions. Nervous anticipation about the spanking mingled with anger about being kept waiting. He tried some mental tricks to help him get through, reminding himself that his Master could keep him waiting if he wanted to, just as he could whip him, when, where, and how hard he liked for as long as he liked, if he wanted to. His buttocks clenched in fear of the event. He could taste the leather strap, and knew that it would soon make hard contact with his ass, but Mulder reminded himself that had no choice but to accept, and allow it to happen. Finally, he reached a state of serenity and acceptance. He switched off, and allowed the time to pass, without noticing it. When Skinner did finally appear, his slave was almost surprised to see him.
"Good boy." Skinner patted his head, and took the strap from his mouth. "Bend over the bed." Mulder obeyed quickly, spreading his knees as instructed, so that Skinner had full access to every part of his ass. This also made it harder for him to clench his muscles, and made his bottom feel even more exposed, and available for his Master's correction. Even then, Skinner didn't put him out of his misery straight away. He paused, and Mulder tried to slow his breathing.
"I make it eleven in all," Skinner informed him, Mulder having earned a couple more at various points during the day. "Do you agree with that tally, slave?" Mulder thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "All right. I want you to accept this discipline in the same manner as I asked you to accept your discipline this morning. Without speaking, calling out, or begging. Focus, slave." There was silence. Mulder strained, waited for the first blow, and waitedand waitedFinally he started to relax, to switch off, and regain the silence - and that was when the first blow struck home.
The strap was a light, snappy implement, and it stung badly but didn't leave much by way of evidence once the redness had worn off. Skinner whipped it lightly across his slave's ass, and the shock of it made Mulder jump, but he didn't cry out. After six licks he was breathing hard, and he longed to shout out loud, but he didn't. Instead he kept breathing, and kept reminding himself who he belonged to, and what he was being asked to do. He was stunned to find how easily he accepted the stinging swats, and how quickly the whole event was over. When the last blow had been delivered, he turned around, and kissed his Master's feet, and then knelt in happy submission, looking up at his Master with adoring eyes.
Skinner was clearly delighted. He crouched down, took his slave in his arms, and kissed him again.
"I'm so proud of you. Keep this up, and I'll be the envy of all the other tops in the whole country," he laughed. "If you perform like this at the party tomorrow night, I'll be inundated with requests to buy you."
Mulder looked up, his eyes holding a wordless plea.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'd never sell you," Skinner reassured him. "Apart from anything else, I don't think anybody else could handle you - and I wouldn't want a runaway turning up on my doorstep every few days!" He laughed, and kissed Mulder again. "You're very special to me, Fox," he murmured. "I promise I'll take very good care of you. Do you trust me?" Mulder's eyes were shining as he nodded. "Good. I know I'm strict with you, but I think you respond well to boundaries. When you can take the lessons I've taught you today about your own submission, and weave them into the tapestry of everyday life, then you'll feel so free you could fly, little one. It won't be easy, and it'll take a lot of getting used to, but I'll get you there. Now, after seeing the benefit of that confessional last night, you can get used to talking to me most nights." Mulder looked up wordlessly, suddenly no longer sure that he had anything to say, but Skinner's expression was firm, and his dark eyes serious. "You can kneel, or sit, look at me, or look down, I don't mind, but I want to hear what's going on in your head. I won't ever punish you for what you say during this half-hour, so long as you are truthful, and polite, and I won't interrupt. All I ask for is your honesty."
Skinner sat down on the bed, and gazed at his slave expectantly. Mulder took a deep breath, then found himself crawling over, and placing his head on Skinner's knee. He couldn't look at the other man, but he was reassured by the way Skinner stroked his hair.
"I" He stopped - his voice sounded strange and unreal as he broke his silence. Skinner's hand continued to stroke his hair, encouraging him to continue. "Uh" Mulder cleared his throat. "Today was good. I found a placeI really liked being there." He closed his eyes, and rubbed his cheek against his Master's thigh. "I want to be everything you want of me, Master, butI think I'll screw it up." Skinner didn't say anything, and Mulder found it impossible to look at his Master. "You could be harder on me, Master," he shrugged. "Some of that stuff you do to me turns me on so muchI like it when you're hard on me. Okay, sometimes I hate it too, but it sends shivers up my spine, it has an edge to itI need that edge"
He felt as if he was rambling now, but the words just came out in a disjointed torrent.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm flying into orbit, and I need someone to pull me back down to earth, and keep me here - by force if need be. I'd like you to do that for me. I want you to, and in return, I'm happy to serve you. It's easy to worship you for doing that for me. That doesn't make me weak. I'm not needy." Mulder clenched his fists. "With Phoebe, it wasshe wanted to dominate me, but then she despised me for allowing it. I didn't get off on her loathing. I wanted more from her than that, I thought we were well-matched, that we had complementary needs, so when I saw the naked loathing in her eyes - that hurt. Youif I thought you despised me for being what I am, I'd be so fucking angryso" Mulder couldn't continue, because he couldn't bear thinking about that.
"The submissive kink - that isn't all I am. When we go back to workit'll be different. I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that how you're going to deal with that. I have all these questions. I want to know about you, and about the Playroom. How did you get into the Lifestyle, and what do you mean you've tried out all that stuff on yourself?" Mulder paused, but no answer was forthcoming. "I've known you for 6 years and I never guessed, although, hell, I suppose, if I'm honest, I did get off on some of our, uh altercations." He bit on his lip, wishing he hadn't shared that particular guilty secret, and longing to know what Skinner made of it, only he didn't dare look up.
"I know, you've known me the same amount of time, and you probably didn't guess either. Or maybe you did. Jeez, you are so going to regret giving me the opportunity to talk. One thing about this crazy shit deal that totally freaks me, and has taken me by surprise, is how much I want to serve you. The shaving thingthe idea of washing youI never knew shit like that would turn me on. Phoebe used to fuck with my mind moreI hated that, but I really loved her This scares me, Master. I go to bed every night, and I wake up every morning scared shitless about how deep I'm getting into this, but it's so good too. So damn good, and I want to give in, I really want to, but there's this crazy Mulder person holds me back sometimes. Fox could kneel at your feet forever, but MulderI dunno about him. He's such a difficult bastard."
Mulder finally ran out of steam, the stream of consciousness coming to a faltering halt. He watched the seconds tick by on Skinner's watch, and then the time was over. Skinner hadn't said a word throughout. Mulder had no idea how his confessions had been received, but he felt curiously light-headed at having spoken so freely and openly. There was more, so much more, that he hadn't said, and couldn't say, but this was a start. Skinner seemed to think so too, because he got up pulled his slave to his feet, gave him a deep, loving kiss, then pointed to the bed. "Thank you, Fox," he murmured. "Sleep well. Tomorrow's the big day, and I know how cranky you can be if you don't get enough rest."
Mulder nodded, and watched as his Master went to the door. He wanted to say more, to ask questions about the party, to tell Skinner how freaked by the whole idea he still was, but he found that he couldn't.
"Fox." Skinner turned around as he opened the door. "Just one thing. When we get back to work - it won't be any different. Agent Mulder is merely the public face of my slave, Fox. Fox is what you are. I won't allow you to be two people at once. You're mine; body, heart, mind, and soul. Here, there, and everywhere, as the Beatles once said. Maybe that should be our song," he grinned. Then he turned out the light, and disappeared.
Mulder awoke the next morning with a knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He was worried about so many things to do with the party that he wasn't sure what concerned him most. Seeing his old tops, the mysterious 'entertainment' that he was somehow supposed to provide, being displayed naked, having to be submissive all night, and, most of all, he was scared he'd screw up, and there was so much at stake. Not only the night in his Master's arms that he'd been promised, but also his Master's honor, and prestige on the scene. If Mulder screwed up, it would reflect badly on his Master.
Skinner, on the other hand, seemed positively jovial when Mulder took him his morning coffee. His Master remained on a high all day, accepting deliveries of food and drink, directing Mulder in tidying up the Playroom, and upstairs lounge, to make it spick and span for their guests, and fitting in a brief session of leash training, and stroking.
"Excellent," Skinner beamed as he released his slave from the harness, after their daily ritual of Mulder keeping still while his Master touched him all over. "Not one swat of the paddle. I think you'll be ready for tonight, little one."
"Why, Master. What are you going to do to me?" Mulder asked, anxiously. Skinner just grinned mysteriously, and gave him a swat on the backside.
"Whatever I want, slave," he reprimanded mildly. "Now, you've done so well that I'm going to grant you a reward. Come with me." He went over to one of the cupboards, and opened it. "You can choose what I wear tonight, Fox," he said, waving a hand at the sumptuous array of clothes inside the closet.
This was Skinner's 'fantasy' wardrobe, which contained completely different items to the starched shirts, and formal suits that could be found in his normal closet. Mulder looked in, eagerly. He'd never been particularly interested in fashion before, but there was something erotic about choosing the clothes his Master would be seen in at his slave's party. If Skinner was looking forward to displaying the charms of his naked slave, then Mulder found the idea of making his Master into an object of envy, equally appealing.
He rifled through the many costumes, before short-listing a pair of black leather trousers, a black vest, a garnet silk shirt, a pair of stone-colored chinos, a black polo neck, and a leather waistcoat.
"Problems choosing, slave?" Skinner inquired.
Mulder looked up thoughtfully. "If Master would consider giving me a, uh, display?" he asked.
Skinner sighed. "All right - but make it quick," he said, although Mulder noticed that he couldn't stop grinning.
Mulder undressed his Master swiftly, and then helped him into the garnet silk shirt, and chinos. Skinner looked magnificent in them, although Mulder just knew they weren't items his Master would be seen dead in at the office or in fact, anywhere but at a scene party. They were too extravagant, the garnet too deep. It made his Master lookexotic. Mulder exchanged the shirt for the black vest.
"Now this is a look I could really go for" Mulder surveyed the way the vest displayed his Master's rippling biceps to best advantage. He hung the leather waistcoat over it, and was pretty damn pleased with the result, but the black items didn't go with the chinos, so he helped Skinner into the leather trousers, then stepped back in awe.
"Master lookshot," he grinned. "Butmaybe a bit obvious? Try on the black polo neck."
Skinner shook his head. "Just wait until I take you shopping tomorrow, sweetheart," he laughed. "Then I'll get my own back for your indecision."
Mulder helped Skinner into the thin cotton polo neck, and took a step back, then felt his knees go weak.
"Oh, yeah!" he muttered feebly. The polo neck clung to his Master's broad chest, displaying his rugged good looks to the best advantage, and accentuating his flat, washboard stomach. The leather trousers weren't too tight, but they were snug, and they seemed to make his long legs even longer. "I, uh, think that's it," Mulder whispered, awe struck.
"Good. Take them down to my bedroom, then run me a bath. Our guests will be with us in a couple of hours. Kneel." Skinner clicked his fingers and Mulder obeyed immediately. "Fox" Skinner tilted his head to look into his slave's eyes. "From now on, you're in deep submission and you'll remain that way until after the party. Then, if you behave well, I'll release you from deep submission, and take you to my bed tonight. Do you have any questions before we begin, little one?"
"Supposing I screw up?" Mulder blurted.
Skinner frowned. "Fox, I've been preparing you all week for this. You're ready. I have every confidence in you. All you have to do is embrace your slavery, and remember all the lessons you've been taught. If you are having any difficulties, you will tell me."
"What's going to happen, though, Master?" Mulder couldn't keep the whining tone out of his voice.
Skinner sighed. "I'm not going to tell you everything, Fox. You'll go into the unknown, because I tell you to, and because you trust me. I'll be beside you all the way. That's all you need to know. Anything else?"
Mulder shook his head, numbly. Skinner nodded, and his whole demeanor changed. He pulled himself up straight, and glanced down at his slave from what seemed to be a great height.
"All right, slave. You're in deep submission now. Let me tell you what I expect of you tonight. You will not speak to any of our guests. When they arrive you will take their coats and place them on the bed in your room. If they talk to you, you won't answer, no matter what they say. The only person you may talk to tonight is me, and then only unless spoken to, except in the case of an emergency, or if you need to draw my attention to any distress you're feeling. Our guests won't touch you, little one."
Skinner's expression was serious, and his fingers held Mulder's chin firmly, forcing his slave to drown in his gaze throughout this long speech.
"Nobody will touch you but me. If anybody does touch you, tell me immediately, and they will be ejected from the party. Forcibly," Skinner said flexing his muscles unconsciously. Mulder nodded gratefully. "It might please me, at some party in the future, to tie you to a spanking horse, with an array of disciplinary implements in a rack beside you, and allow other people to administer discipline under my supervision, but that won't happen tonight," Skinner told him. Mulder's cock did a strange leap. He wasn't sure whether he thought that idea was horrific or not, but his cock certainly seemed to like it. "For tonight, you will wear your leash at all times, and you will watch for my every command. You will concentrate on pleasing me, and obeying my every order. That is all you need do. You are not required to be witty, or charming or entertaining, although I will certainly expect you to display these talents at other parties I might hold in the future. For tonight, I will display you in such a way as to entertain our guests, but I will decide how, and you will merely follow my orders. You will do everything I tell you to, immediately, and without question - without even thinking about it. That is the level of submission and trust that I require from you." Skinner's dark eyes impressed upon Mulder the serious intent of this statement. "That is all, boy. Go and run my bath."
Mulder scurried to obey. He ran the bath, added scented oils, and laid out his Master's clothes on the bed. When the bath was ready, he undressed his Master, and placed a towel to warm on the heated rail. He returned to kneel beside the bath, eyes down, completely submissive. He didn't even steal a glance at his Master as he soaked himself thoroughly. After about twenty minutes, Skinner sat up, and instructed his slave to soap him. Mulder obeyed, quickly and efficiently, not daring to steal any kisses. Then he helped his Master out of the bath, enveloped him in the warm towel, and dried him thoroughly, before escorting him into the bedroom. Skinner insisted on his slave dressing him completely, from head to foot, and Mulder reveled in pulling those tight leather trousers up his Master's thighs. He finished by combing the tiny fringe of hair at the back of his Master's head, and then waited in silence, kneeling beside his Master, awaiting further instructions.
"Take a shower - and meet me in the playroom. I want to" Skinner paused, a slight smile tugging on his lips, "decorate you," he murmured. "And Fox?" Mulder turned on his way to the door. "You'll be marked," Skinner told him. Mulder felt his stomach do a nervous flip, but he nodded, and exited quietly.
He examined himself in the mirror when he got back to his room. His morning discipline had been light, and despite the punishment it had undergone that week, his butt was curiously clear of marks - Skinner was skilled enough to deliver even quite severe punishment without leaving much evidence. The marks he'd received a few days earlier had now faded almost completely. Mulder shivered. The idea of being marked was a turn on, but the reality of it was damn painful. He knew he had no choice, so he went to the shower, and cleaned himself thoroughly, inside and out, before presenting himself back at the Playroom for his Master. Skinner was already waiting for him, a long, thin cane hanging loosely from his belt. Mulder's stomach lurched.
"First things first." Skinner opened the cupboard, and pulled out something that made a tinkling sound. Mulder looked up, intrigued. "I'd like to be able to hear where my slave is at any given point, and although I want to display you naked, a bit of decoration doesn't go amiss." Skinner grinned, and approached his slave. "Soyou're going to be the prettiest slave in the house this eveningwith bells on." He laughed at his own joke, and Mulder opened his mouth in silent horror. He watched, dismayed, as Skinner clipped a tiny, gold bell to each nipple ring. "Get up, and, uh, prance, boy," Skinner ordered.
Mulder knelt there, mutinously. Skinner raised an eyebrow.
"I think I gave you an order," his Master told him dangerously. Mulder tried to get back down into his submission, but it was hard when he just knew that if he moved so much as a muscle, his nipples would ring. Skinner raised the cane, ominously, and Mulder gave in and got to his feet, his face flushing with embarrassment as the bells tinkled. There was an irritating, tinny quality to the sound.
"Master, please," he whispered, "don't make me wear these."
"Why not? I like them. They're pretty." Skinner placed the end of the cane under one of the bells, and flicked, making it tinkle merrily. Mulder clenched his fists behind his back.
"I feel like a fucking fairy or some kind of Christmas ornament or something," Mulder growled.
"Well I like the look. Now, I think I told you to prance," Skinner said firmly.
Mulder shot him a look of pure hatred, and Skinner drew himself up to his full, formidable height, and stood over his slave. Mulder went eyeball to eyeball with his Master for a long time, and then, slowly, reluctantly, backed down.
"I hate this, Master," he whispered, as he attempted to prance, as directed.
"And why should that interest me?" Skinner asked dangerously.
"Master did say I could tell you if I was in any distress," he reminded Skinner.
"And having bells attached to your nipple rings distresses you how?" Skinner demanded. Mulder opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. "There's a difference between being in genuine distress, and submitting to the will of your Master, even when you hate what he is asking of you," Skinner told him. "Don't confuse the two. Remember the cautionary tale of the boy who cried wolf."
Mulder nodded glumly.
"Come here." Skinner pulled him over to the cupboard, and showed him his reflection. The gold bells were very light, and barely tugged on his nipple rings, but they looked ridiculous - to Mulder's mind at least. Skinner stood behind him, and stoked his nipples gently, with a gossamer touch, mindful of the fact they were still healing. "When these have healed, we'll play some fun games with them. They can stand a lot of pulling." He nuzzled his slave's cheek with his own. "And I have far more interesting ornamentation than these little bells. I had to keep it lightweight for now, but did you know there are weights that can be attached to these? The pull can be veryerotic. Painful, but full of sensation." He pinched Mulder's right nipple lightly, making his slave gasp. "Now, I've had enough disobedience from you, boy. I think it's time to remind you who's in charge. When you go into that party this evening, you'll be wearing the signs of my ownership - my rings on your body, and the marks of my cane on your ass." Mulder felt the handle of the crop push between his butt cheeks. Skinner tightened the hold of his arm across Mulder's chest.
"Who do you belong to?" Skinner demanded.
Mulder looked at their reflections in the mirror. They seemed to fit together perfectly. Skinner was just a bit taller than him, his bald head in stark relief to Mulder's thick hair. His Master's chest was just broad enough to be visible around the side of his slave's naked body. Skinner's black clothing, so smooth, and satanic, was in contrast to Mulder's pale flesh. There was something so perfect about their reflection. Skinner so much the Master, Mulder so much the slave. He wanted to encapsulate the moment forever, to imprint it on his memory.
"You, Master," he replied. "I belong to you."
"And what can I do to you?" Skinner asked, flicking a bell with one lazy finger, making it chime repeatedly.
Mulder closed his eyes, his body melting against Skinner's black clad form. "Whatever you like, Master," he said, with a resigned sigh.
"Good. Now, I'm going to mark you." Skinner took out the leather pouch, and fastened it around his slave's testicles. "Go and stand by the horse." Mulder did as he was told, his stomach flipping. "Ask me." Skinner stood in front of him.
Mulder dropped to his knees. "Please mark me, Master," he requested.
Skinner held the cane under his slave's nose. "Kiss the cane, Fox," he ordered. Mulder did so, his mouth dry. The cane was long and thin, and quite vicious looking. "I save this cane for special occasions so you won't have seen it before," Skinner informed him. "I've found it marks exceptionally well. It's got a sting on it that you won't believe, but the line it draws is perfect."
Mulder didn't feel at all heartened by this news.
"Bend over the horse," Skinner instructed. Mulder did so, his heart beating anxiously in his chest. "As this is a special occasion, and as we want our guests to see the extent of your submission, this marking will be particularly severe. This is less to cause you pain, Fox, than to remind both you, and our guests, that you are my possession, and subject to my whim. Understood?"
Mulder wasn't sure it made any difference what the reasons were, but he nodded, and steeled himself for the first cut.
"Legs further apart, slave." Skinner ran the crop between the inside of his thighs, and Mulder stretched his legs out even further. "Lift that ass up to me so I can kiss it with my cane. I want to make sure my aim is particularly true tonight. I'm going to mark you with parallel lines so our guests can admire my skill. Each mark will be clear, and to do that, I have to hit my target cleanly. Make sure you don't move."
"Yes, Master," Mulder said, and his voice sounded like a whimper to his own ears.
Skinner rested the crop on Mulder's butt for what seemed like an eternity, and then it was removed. Mulder heard a swishing sound, and then the cane landed on his ass, with an almighty streak of pain.
"Oh shit." He stood up, and hopped around for a moment his hands going to his abused behind. Skinner stopped them before they got there.
"Don't touch my handiwork," Skinner said. "I don't think it'll do you any harm to live with the sting." He put a big hand on Mulder's shoulder, and thrust him back over the horse. Mulder was dimly aware that his Master hadn't been kidding when he said the cane had a sting to it. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. "Prepare yourself for the next one," Skinner told him. Mulder spread his legs wide, his knees shaking, and Skinner caressed his back for a moment, calming him. "Ass up more, that's good."
Mulder felt the cane against his buttocks again, and he took a deep breath. Skinner's hand stopped stroking his back, and rested just above his bottom, holding him pressed firmly into the horse so that he couldn't move. The second blow landed fractionally lower, and Mulder let out a loud yell, and squirmed beneath Skinner's hand. Somehow, bellowing at the top of his voice took his mind off the appalling sting of the cane.
"We've only just started," Skinner warned, settling his slave back down again. Mulder's heart sank. Last time he had been marked, his Master had only given him three strokes and that hadn't even been with this particularly nasty instrument of torture. Mulder was amazed he'd endured that much. He was sure he couldn't take more than three with the cane, and said as much. Skinner laughed, soothing his back again.
"You'll take more than three, Fox. I think 6 would make the right impact on your ass, as well as being, uh, somewhat traditional as well, and I'm a traditional kind of Master. Ass up." He tapped Mulder's ass with the cane, and before the slave knew it, another stroke had kissed his buttocks, leaving a trailing red line of fire.
"No more, Master. Please. I can't stand it," Mulder whimpered, trying once more to caress the sting out of his buttocks, and once more finding Skinner's hands blocking his way. He moaned in frustration. Skinner pulled him up, and looked into his eyes.
"Fox, you can stand more. You can stand three more to be precise. You'll stand it, because I'm asking you to, and because you want to look your best for this party. You'll enjoy the attention your ass gets, all nice and striped - my own little zebra!" Skinner grinned, and kissed his slave's forehead. "Now, bend over, Fox, and I don't want you to get up again until I'm finished. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Mulder muttered, angling his face hopefully for a kiss. Skinner laughed, and patted his cheek.
"When we've finished you can have your reward, slave," he told him.
Mulder bit on his lip, and lowered himself reluctantly back over the horse. He spread his legs, and pushed his ass out before Skinner could tell him. He felt so exposed, his butt waiting to receive its marking from his Master's cane. A part of him just wanted to run away from the pain, but some other instinct kept him in place. He saw himself, naked under his Master's cane, being marked as his Master's property, and his cock sprang to attention. The next stroke bit deep into his flesh, making him cry out again, but he didn't move, and kept his ass in place to accept the next sharp, stinging caress from the cane. The final cut came hard on its heels and Mulder let out a sob of pure pain, tears springing into his eyes.
"That's all, boy." Skinner helped him to his feet, and Mulder held onto him, shaken. He was immediately enveloped in a pair of reassuringly strong arms. Skinner tilted his chin and looked into his eyes. "Well done, little slave. I'm so proud of you. I know that wasn't easy. The sting will go soon - no, don't touch," Skinner batted Mulder's hands away from his abused butt again, grabbed them in his own big paw, and held them behind his slave's back. Then he dipped his head, and opened his slave's mouth with his own, holding Mulder tight, his mouth plundering his slave's with passionate force. Mulder melted against that strong chest, and surrendered to his Master's kiss, loving it, losing himself in it. Then Skinner marched him over to the mirror in the cupboard.
"Look at how beautiful you are. This is how our guests will see you."
Mulder looked over his shoulder at his buttocks, and gave a gasp of surprise. Skinner had placed the marks at evenly spaced intervals, imprinting them with perfect precision on his flesh. Six clear, distinct welts were raised on his ass, each of them the same length. Skinner hadn't made the novice's error of 'wraparound', of lashing the end of the cane around his thigh. The marks stopped at the edge of his buttocks, all in perfect, synchronous lines. Mulder was astounded. He'd never seen a more accurate job with the cane.
"Thank me." Skinner prompted. Mulder fell to his knees, kissed his Master's feet, and then kissed the proffered cane, shivering slightly as his lips touched the hated, biting wood. He hoped this wasn't an instrument his Master would use on him too frequently.
"Now, I think an hour's silent reflection before our guests arrive will do you good." Skinner propelled Mulder back over to the window. "An ass like this, should be displayed I think." Skinner grinned, slapping Mulder's sore backside soundly, making his slave yelp.
That hour went quickly, and soon Mulder felt his Master's breath on the back of his neck, and his hands on his arms, caressing softly.
"Time, Fox. Our guests will be here shortly. How are you?" Skinner turned him around to face him. Mulder looked into those dark eyes and trembled.
"I'd rather be out chasing mutants, or facing down Big Foot, Master," he admitted, making a face.
Skinner laughed. "You'll do fine," he said firmly. "Just keep your eyes on me the whole time, or on the floor. I have every confidence in you, sweetheart. Hell, I've been training you solidly for a week now. You've come a long way. Your old tops aren't going to recognize you."
He kissed Mulder's forehead, then attached the leash to the chain hanging from his nipple rings.
"Follow me," he instructed.
Mulder fell into step instantly behind his Master. After only a few days, it already felt like an old habit, an instinct, something ingrained deep in his soul. It helped that Skinner's ass was framed beautifully in his tight black leather trousers, the two taut globes of flesh jostling inside the fabric, like some kind of ripe fruit, offered up for the plucking. Mulder felt his cock react appreciatively to the sight. He resisted the impulse to grab his Master's buttocks, and sink his teeth into them, but that was pretty much all that was on his mind as he followed along behind.
The upstairs lounge was all laid out ready for their guests, with peanuts, pretzels, and other nibbles on the various coffee tables. There was a pile of crudits and dips stacked untidily on one side.
"Master - shouldn't we make more room for these?" Mulder asked.
Skinner glanced at him. "Fox - you're in deep submission. Don't speak again unless spoken to. As for the dips, leave them where they are. I have plans for them later."
Mulder dropped his head, and gazed at the floor, trying to recapture the serenity he'd found in deep submission before, and trying even harder to ignore the way his heart was beating so fast in his chest.
The small galley kitchen had been turned into a bar, with drinks and glasses laid out. Mulder had already been informed that he would serve his guests with their beverages of choice when they first arrived. At that moment the doorbell chimed, and Mulder's heart flipped wildly. He looked up, wanting nothing more than to bolt wildly out of the door. Skinner placed a hand on his head, and tipped it back down to look at the floor.
"Remember who and what you are, slave," he said in a low, sexy growl.
Mulder's cock skyrocketed at the same time as his heart plunged and they met somewhere about midway. Skinner opened the door, and greeted someone - Mulder wasn't sure who as he had his eyes down. His Master turned, and handed him two coats, and he scurried off obediently to his bedroom with them, leash in his mouth, ignoring the jingle of the hated bells as he walked. He returned to Skinner's side, and was told what drinks to bring from the kitchen. He did as he was ordered, returned with the drinks, and knelt in front of their guests, holding up the tray with the drinks on them.
"Hmmm, most impressive," a man remarked.
Mulder recognized the voice as belonging to JM Lucas, one of the top players on the DC scene. He had never played with the man, although he knew him well, and had spoken to him at several parties. It was Lucas who had finally agreed to set up the meeting with Skinner. Mulder relaxed. He had no history with Lucas, who only played with women. "I like the way you have him decorated," Lucas laughed. "I must do something similar with my own sub, sometime."
"Stand up, Fox, and show them your markings," Skinner ordered. Mulder obeyed, shaking as he got to his feet, and turned around. Skinner's fingers brushed lightly over his welted backside, as he displayed him to their guest. Mulder held still, hardly daring to breathe.
"Very nice!" Lucas whistled. "You've outdone yourself, Walter!"
"Thanks. It was a pleasure," Skinner grinned at Mulder, and kissed his slave's head, then clicked his fingers. Mulder knelt immediately beside his Master, in the submissive mode, head down, shoulders straight.
"An excellent level of obedience. I'm impressed," Lucas murmured. "You achieved all this in just a week, Walter? I'd have said this boy was untrainable."
"Clearly not." Skinner patted Mulder's head fondly. "I won't say that it was easy, but with patience, and a healthy dose of discipline, we got there, didn't we, Fox?"
Mulder looked up. "Yes, Master," he said, then he put his head down again.
"Amazing," Lucas mused, clearly astounded. "I'm pleased you've decided to throw a party, Walter. Your parties are always legendary - perhaps because they're such a rarity. That amazing Playroom you haveI hope you'll be treating us to one of your demonstrations later on."
"Of course," Skinner grinned, sipping at the glass of fruit juice his slave had brought for him.
The other guests arrived quickly, one after the other, and everybody was assembled by 8:30. Mulder guessed that nobody would dare be late to one of Skinner's parties. He recognized some of his old tops among the guests, but his Master kept him too busy running around with coats, and fetching drinks to be worried by them. People were dressed in the usual scene costumes, and there were a variety of outfits on display. Some were in rubber, some in PVC. There were vamps, virgins, stern Masters, corseted Mistresses, even a couple of transvestites. There was, in short, an endless variety of clothing, and that was just the point. Everybody but Mulder was fully dressed. His solitary naked condition stood out like a sore thumb.
When everybody had a drink in their hands, Skinner clapped his hands for silence. That was when the pit of anxiety opened up in Mulder's stomach. Conversely, he felt amazingly alive and alert at the same time, completely preoccupied with watching out for his Master's slightest command, relishing every small caress.
"Welcome, friends," Skinner said. "I'm holding this party to introduce my new slave to you, and to display him for your appreciation. I've been working him hard, training him for tonight, so I hope you enjoy looking at him. I've already told you not to touch, and I know you'll all respect that. Fox, stand up."
Skinner took the leash out of his slave's mouth, and drew him into the center of the room.
"Take a good look everyone!"
An appreciative murmur spread around the assembled audience, and Mulder closed his eyes, flushing bright red. He could see a blur of bodies - all of them clothed, while he stood here, stark naked, and chained, being scrutinized. It was sohumiliating. "As you can see, I've pierced him, and decorated him with signs of my ownership. His collar bears my insignia," Skinner traced his fingers over the gold collar around Mulder's neck. "He's parceled up prettily for his Master," Skinner grinned, his fingers touching the gold cock ring. Mulder's cock jumped involuntarily, and the audience laughed.
"Looks like he's responsive to his Master's touch!" someone shouted.
"Of course. I told you - he's been very well trained," Skinner replied, with a deep laugh. "He bears the signs of my ownership, because he's my property. Fox and I have exchanged contracts," he told the assembled audience solemnly. There was a muttered response, as people digested the implications of this statement. "He is my slave, and I am his Master. He belongs to me; body, heart, mind and soul. Isn't that so, Fox?" Skinner asked.
Mulder licked his lips, his mouth having suddenly gone completely dry. "Yes, Master," he managed to whisper.
"Louder, Fox, they can't hear you, and I don't want there to be any mistake about this," Skinner told him.
"Yes, Master. I'm yours. I belong at your feet," Mulder replied. Then, acting completely on impulse, he knelt at Skinner's feet, and kissed his shiny leather shoes. A hush descended over the party guests, and Mulder heard a few heartfelt sighs, and at least one "awww," of appreciation.
"All right, little one." Skinner drew his slave back up to a standing position, and kissed his lips softly. "The purpose of this party was partly to show my beautiful slave to you all, and also, by doing this, to remind you that this particular creature is off limits to all of you from now on. If he should approach you, which I very much doubt he'll do, then you should inform me immediately. He isn't free to choose his partners any more. He belongs to me, and will serve only me. If anyone touches him, or propositions him, then they'll have me to deal with."
Mulder looked at his Master, a feeling of awe washing over him. Skinner's voice was so determined, and his tone so dangerous, that it sent a thrill running through his body. He could tell, glancing around the room, that some of the other subs there were equally enamored with his Master, and he fought back a wave of jealousy. He felt the bubble they had existed in for the past week, all alone in the apartment, being burst as outside reality intruded in. Skinner had the right to take other subs, or slaves, if he wished. Mulder did not. That was implicit in the terms of their contract. Mulder wondered if he was interesting enough to hold his Master's attention, and the jealousy inside his gut settled into a seething rage. If anyone made so much as the slightest move on his Master, they would answer for their audacity.
"I'm sure you all know the difference between a slave and a sub," Skinner continued. "A slave is property. He has signed away his rights to his Master. As an outward sign of this commitment, Fox wears my ring."
Skinner picked up Mulder's hand, and kissed his ring finger tenderly.
"He's mine to punish, mine to love, mine to do what I like with. He has no rights of his own. He has given himself to me freely, and I wanted to show you all what a beautiful thing it is when this happens. When a person willingly gives himself to a Master, or Mistress, and enters into a state of complete submission, and devotion. It's not an easy life, and I'm sure Fox will tell you that during this initial week of training, he's been on the receiving end of some harsh discipline, but he's learned, and he's learned well. I'm proud of him." Skinner wrapped his arms around his slave, and for a moment, Mulder felt as if he'd been transported to heaven. To be praised, and admired, in front of all these people. Suddenly he understood what Skinner had meant when he'd told him he should be proud to be displayed to his former tops in this way, as an example of what the right Master could achieve, and to show how they had so signally failed him. Mulder glowed.
"When I first told my slave he would be wearing these decorations," Skinner flicked at Mulder's bells, "he wasn't very happy about it." A laugh went around the audience. "However, I think they're very pretty. Fox, prance for your guests - let them all admire you," he ordered.
Mulder looked at his Master, appalled, a mute plea in his eyes, but Skinner just slapped his butt, daring Mulder to disobey. Mulder clenched and unclenched his fists, then stepped forward andpranced. He shook his body, so that the hated bells pealed, and rang, and an appreciative round of applause went up from the audience.
"Good boy!" Skinner kissed him again, and Mulder heaved a sigh of relief that this particular humiliating ordeal was over with, although somehow, he was sure that there would be more before the night was through. "All right, little one, I think our guests need some time to mingle, and enjoy themselves before the demonstration I'll be laying on later. Please, everyone, help yourself to food and drink. Fox, here, will serve you all by acting as a table for the next half an hour. I'll put the dips on his back, and you can help yourselves. Crudits are on the coffee table over here." Skinner pointed, and Mulder's heart sank as he was made to kneel on all fours, and his Master placed bowls full of various dips on his back. He wanted to protest, but somehow his voice wouldn't work. Instead he settled down without a murmur.
"All right, Fox?" Skinner asked, tapping his head. Mulder looked up, and drowned in his servitude. He was surprised to find that it was all right. It was more than all right. His whole body was suffused with a kind of sexual excitement he didn't think he'd ever experienced before in his life. To be so totally owned, so completely subject to his Master's will, to embrace his own submission so comprehensivelyit made every nerve ending in his body tingle. He wanted to impress his Master, to serve him, and more than anything else, he wanted to be rewarded by his Master's smiles, and caresses, and for the evening to end with his Master taking him to his bed, and allowing him to sleep there. Mulder nodded.
"Yes, Master," he whispered, and then he put his head down again.
"Good. This is for half an hour. You must stay completely still and not dislodge the pots, but you've done longer than this in training so you should be fine," and so saying, Skinner left him, and circulated amongst their guests.
Mulder tried to work out why he was so turned on by this. Being Skinner's slave in private was one thing, but being seen to be his Master's slave, visibly showing his submission, and his training, submitting to this most humiliating of experiences somehow worked at some deep level in his psyche. He wasn't sure how or why. Usually, in his real life, he hated being humiliated, or shown up. It happened so often during his career, from being called "Spooky", to the way he was talked about in the canteen, and jeered at by jerks like Tom Colton. On such occasions it was all he could do to keep his notoriously fiery temper in check. Yet with Skinner it was different. With a jolt of surprise, he realized that with Skinner it had always been different. He remembered the time when he'd barged in on his boss during a meeting. Skinner had allowed him into his office, knowing he would be humiliated, and had made his errant agent stand there, and state why he was protesting his current assignment. Mulder treasured that memory. Skinner had been so hard, so uncompromising - he had used Mulder's agitated state, and brought him down, forced him into submission, his eyes boring into his subordinate's soul. Even then, all those years ago, Mulder had thrilled to the moment, and had gone and jacked himself off, even while trying hard not to figure out why this was such a turn on for him. If it had been anyone elseif it had been someone like Kersh for example, it would have given him no pleasure at all, but with Skinner Mulder saw a truth he hadn't admitted to himself before: he had been attracted to his Master for a very long time.
Mulder was so deep in thought that he barely noticed the constant milling of people around his back, as they discussed whether the salsa dip tasted nicer than the guacamole. On a couple of occasions he felt cold dollops of the various dips drop on his back, accompanied by a muttered "oops," and while one part of him squirmed in humiliation, another part just accepted it all serenely, as his due. His eyes continuously followed his Master around the room, drawn to the big man's leather clad form wherever he went. He saw him laughing, animated, totally alive, in a way the other man rarely was in their working environment. Skinner was a man who understood control, Mulder realized. He understood how to control himself, those under his command, and his slave. The man was a master at it. Mulder smiled to himself. His Master. Skinner was his master, and he was suddenly sure that there wasn't a sub in the room who didn't envy him, as he knelt here, acting as a piece of goddamn furniture of all things, his body marked with so many different signs of his Master's ownership.
Skinner removed the dips on the very second that the thirty minutes were up, and wiped Mulder's stained back with a washcloth, then led him around the room, as he continued to circulate. Mulder knelt whenever Skinner stopped, and got to his feet and followed meekly to heel whenever Skinner walked. His Master kept introducing him, fondling him, showing him off to his friends, and extolling his virtues as a slave, punctuating every order with a kiss or caress, barely able to keep his hands off his slave, and Mulder responded in kind, loving the attention.
After half an hour or so of this, Skinner ordered his slave to kneel submissively in the corner. Mulder did as he was told, reveling in his submission. He was used to being on the outside, looking in, so this wasn't much different, and he was pleased that Skinner was so proud of him. The unusual feeling of being admired had gone to his head, and transported him to a different place entirely. He was feeling so happy and serene that he was surprised when a voice broke into his reverie.
"Looks like you've got your Master well trained," it said.
Mulder glanced up from under his eyelashes. He saw a man, at least a decade younger than himself. The kid was beautiful: that was the only word for him. Almond shaped brown eyes, set in an olive skin, and an amazing shock of thick, long black hair, dyed blond at the tips. He was dressed in a tight, leopard-skin vest, and ass-hugging, black velvet jeans that showed off his lithe, graceful body. He held himself like a dancer, and he was sneering haughtily at Mulder.
"He thinks he's in charge, but I'll bet you've got him wrapped around your little finger," the youth continued. "Isn't that the way with Masters? We manipulate them into giving us what we like? My Master's that fat guy over there - see." He pointed with his finger, and Mulder couldn't resist taking a peek. The youth laughed at his disobedience. "He won't be my Master much longer. I've seen something I like better, and you know, I don't think much of the competition," the youth smirked. "Oh, I forgot, you're not allowed to talk, are you? Or to move. That's a shame - it means you'll just have to watch while I steal your Master."
He gave Mulder a wink, then slipped gracefully across the floor in Skinner's direction. Mulder knelt quite still, his mind racing. He didn't know who the hell the kid was, but he could feel that familiar surge of jealousy rise within. The youth was beautiful, he was young, he was goddamn pushyand Skinner could take as many slaves as he wanted. Mulder's hands clenched into fists behind his back. He could see Skinner in his mind's eye, kissing this man, making love to him, making Mulder watch from the corner as they shared a bed together.
Mulder bit down hard on his lip, frozen in time. He watched, unmoving, as the youth laughed extravagantly at something his Master had said, then ran a perfect, tanned hand over his Master's arm, circled his Master's bicepseven from this distance, Mulder could see the "wow" that formed on the kid's lips, and his expressions of delight. Skinner smiled, and they talked for a few minutes. Mulder could feel the heat rising inside him. The other man was still stroking his Master, still touching himMulder couldn't take it any more. He was on the verge of getting up, and doing something really stupid, when Skinner looked in his direction, and clicked his fingers. Mulder was over there like a shot. He elbowed the enemy out of the way, and knelt beside his Master, where he belonged.
"All right, ladies and gentlemen," Skinner clapped his hands again. "I think it's time for the main event. If you'd like to follow me to the Playroom, I'm going to put on a display, using my slave's body." Skinner pointed in the direction of the Playroom, and Mulder was distracted from his jealousy by the ominous sound of that announcement. He followed his Master obediently, glaring at the kid who laughed at him, and licked his lips lasciviously, in the direction of Skinner's leather clad buttocks.
"He's going to forget all about you by the time I'm through with him, sugar," the youth hissed, as he pushed past Mulder.
The Playroom was soon filled with a jostling throng of BDSM players - the best on the scene. Those who hadn't been there before, wandered around, awe-struck, looking in the cupboards and admiring the hoist, and harness which were both out, ready and waiting, much to Mulder's concern. He was even more concerned when he saw the enormous bullwhip Skinner was holding.
His Master strode into the center of the Playroom, and snapped the bullwhip, making a cracking sound that provoked a roar of delighted admiration. Skinner clicked his fingers, and Mulder found himself obeying on instinct, his legs moving him to his Master's side of their own volition, his mind screaming frantically that he should turn around and run. His outward demeanor gave no hint of this internal struggle though. He knelt beside Skinner, and leaned into the soothing caress his Master gave him.
"As a sign of his commitment to me, Fox is going to undergo a very special, transformation ceremony," Skinner announced. Mulder swallowed, hard. He was? "In the old days, when people entered into a monastery, or convent, their hair was ceremoniously shaved to symbolize their new commitment. The transformation of the body can represent the transformation of the soul, the putting aside of the old life, and embracing the new. That is what Fox is going to demonstrate today. I've been training him all week to undergo this particular ceremony. It will be the culmination of our work, symbolizing, both to him, and to me, and witnessed by all of you, that he has chosen to enter into my service as my slave, and he has put his old life behind him. He won't be going back," Skinner said that with such a note of finality that Mulder looked up, surprised.
"During the first few days of a new slave contract, there's always a period of wariness, when the slave worries about his decision, and maybe the Master wonders what he's taken on. Many contracts collapse under the weight of expectation, or fear. Fox and I have weathered a couple of crises during our first week, but that's behind us now. He knows what to expect from me, and I from him. The ceremony I will perform next, is symbolic of our commitment to the future - he as my property, me as his Master. Fox, hold out your hands."
Mulder did as he was told, and Skinner strapped the cuffs around his wrists, then fastened him, carefully, into the harness, checking each strap, and fastening thoroughly, in an unhurried manner, oblivious to his audience. When he'd finished, he attached Mulder to the hoist, and swung him into the air. It was only then, suspended in mid-air, that Mulder saw the shaving apparatus on the table. His Master had told him that he liked his hair. He'd promised him he wouldn't shave his head. Was he going to renege on that promise? Mulder couldn't even being to imagine what Scully would say if he arrived at work on Monday morning with a shaved head.
Skinner left him hanging there for a while.
"Admire my slave," he commanded his audience, turning Mulder around so that they could all get a good look at his naked body. "Witness his marking." Mulder felt Skinner's finger on his buttocks. He flushed bright red - this was so embarrassing. "My slave was caned not because he had disobeyed me, but as a demonstration of my skill, and his obedience, and also" Skinner lowered his voice conspiratorially, "because an ass like this," he pinched Mulder's butt, "should bear its Master's imprint, dontcha think?" A laugh greeted this statement, and a mini round of applause rippled around the room. Mulder knew Skinner to be many things, but he'd never seen evidence of the showman in his Master before.
Skinner swung the harness down, and arranged Mulder so that he was lying at a tilted angle, on his back, the whole of the front of his body clearly visible to the audience.
"All right, little one," Skinner murmured, reassuring his slave with a kiss. "I've been preparing you for this all week. The stroking?" he reminded Mulder. "There was a method in my madness."
Mulder suddenly understood. It wasn't his head his Master was going to shave - it was his body, and he was going to use aMulder's balls tried to fight their way back into his body as he saw the cut-throat razor lying on the table. He remembered his own failed attempts at shaving the balloon. Please god, let Skinner be more skilled with that razor that I am
"My slave will keep perfectly still throughout this procedure," Skinner announced. "He's used to his Master touching his body, and understands that it's his Master's wish that he be clean shaven. I'm going to confine myself to his torso, and the area between his neck," Skinner gestured, "and his thighs." Mulder heaved a sigh of relief. At least his arms and legs were to be spared this particular humiliation.
He watched, nervously, as Skinner approached, and began lathering his groin, chest, and armpits with shaving cream. Then his Master picked up the razor, and began to scrape away the hair on his body. Mulder was used to being tickled and stroked, but even so, it took all his willpower not to wriggle or squeal as the razor went about its work, shaving under his arms, then down over his chest. It removed the line of hair leading from his navel to his groin, and then Skinner paused, and grinned at his audience, flourishing the razor as he approached his slave's balls. Mulder gave a squeak of alarm, as he felt the sharp edge of the razor on that particular part of his anatomy. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as Skinner worked, slowly and painstakingly, disposing of swathes of dark hair into a dish on the table. Mulder was trembling with the effort of keeping still now. He wanted to scream, and kick out at every tiny caress of that vicious instrument as it carefully worked on the most sensitive part of his body. He knew he mustn't move though - if he did, one small flick of that razor could cause the most unpleasant damage. So he stayed perfectly still. Finally, finally, it was over. Skinner washed the foam from his body, and he looked down on his newly shaved body. His penis was pink and shriveled, bereft of its usual dark nest. It reminded Mulder of one of those sphinx cats, born without fur.
"Beautiful." Skinner ran his hand over the smooth flesh. Then he poured some lotion onto Mulder's chest, and worked it into the skin. When he was finished, he turned Mulder over, and his slave realized that his Master hadn't finished yet. His legs were spread, and he was placed in a bent position, his butt exposed to the room. Mulder flushed - this was the most embarrassing position he'd been placed in so far. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the knowledge that the entire room had a good view of his most private of private parts. Skinner lathered the cream over his ass cheeks, and upper thighs, then set to work again. He didn't stop until he'd shaved his slave's butt completely, then he washed it down, and gently rubbed lotion onto the flesh.
A round of applause broke out, and some cheering. Mulder heaved a sigh of relief. A part of him enjoyed all the attention being focused solely on him, while another part was curled up in a little ball inside his mind, desperately hoping he'd be able to live it all down, and actually look all these people in the eye again one day. Skinner finished caressing his slave's butt, and lowered him gently to the ground. Mulder looked down on his naked body. There wasn't one cut, not even the slightest nick.
"58." Skinner whispered, as he unfastened Mulder from the harness. "In case you're wondering."
"58 what, Master?" Mulder asked, confused.
"58 balloons to get this good." Skinner grinned, winking at him. Mulder laughed out loud. He actually felt rather proud of his shaved body. There was something silky about it, and he liked the way it made his cock look so clean and pink. "Here's my slave, Fox, newly shriven in celebration of his status," Skinner announced, presenting Mulder to the room. There was another round of applause, and Mulder noticed that the kid in the leopard skin vest was giving him a glare worthy of his own dear Master.
"Now for the next part of the demonstration," Skinner said. "Fox, go and fetch my bullwhip." Mulder looked at his Master, wide-eyed, but obeyed anyway. He picked the long whip up in his mouth, and took it back to his Master, trying to balance it so that neither end trailed as he walked. He knelt in front of Skinner, offering it up, and Skinner took the whip from his slave.
"Remove my sweater," Skinner ordered. Mulder did as he was told, carefully taking his Master's glasses off first, and returning them again afterwards. He noticed that the audience all seemed most appreciative of his Master's physique - the kid was positively ogling him. Mulder felt a growl rise in the back of his throat. Luckily his Master distracted him at that moment by handing him a piece of paper.
"Take this, and go and kneel at the far end of the room," Skinner ordered. Mulder did as he was told. "Hold up the paper, and kneel perfectly still, slave," Skinner instructed. Mulder did as he was told, trembling slightly. He had no idea how skilled Skinner was with that whip, but it took all his nerve not to move, as his Master raised his arm, and swirled the whip into the air, and then forward in his direction. There was a sharp crack.
Mulder closed his eyes, fearing the worst, waiting to feel the whip tearing into his flesh. When nothing happened he opened his eyes to find that instead of holding one piece of paper, he was holding two: the whip had sliced the paper right down the center. Another round of applause broke out, and Skinner clicked his fingers as he took a bow. Mulder returned to his Master's side, wondering what other displays of skill the big man had up his sleeve. He soon found out. Skinner placed a hat on his head, and ordered him back over to the other side of the room. Mulder knelt again, perspiring, and discovered the new sensation of sweat rolling down his underarms, as there was no hair to soak it up. He waited, watching as Skinner paced around, cracking the whip into the air, his biceps rippling as he moved. Then his Master was still. He looked at Mulder, concentrated for a few seconds, and then swung the whip forward. It cracked in mid-air again, and Mulder felt the merest whisper on his head, and then the hat went flying. Another round of applause greeted this display. Mulder knelt quite still, waiting until the thumping stopped in his chest, then he got weakly to his feet, and returned to his Master's side.
"Master ismagnificent," he whispered, kneeling and kissing Skinner's feet in total adoration. The image of his Master, standing bare-chested, wearing those tight black leather trousers, and whirling that long, vicious whip above his head, was one that would stay with him for the rest of his life. It was his every fantasy made flesh. Mulder was overcome.
"To finish off the proceedings," Skinner told the assembled multitude, "my slave would like to address his previous tops, and to apologize for any rudeness in the way he behaved during his time serving them."
"I would?" Mulder looked up in dismay.
"Yes. You would." Skinner grinned at him. He picked up Mulder's lead, and led him over to a small, stocky man, who had his arms around another man. Both were dressed entirely in bright blue rubber.
Skinner clicked his fingers, and Mulder knelt, mutinously, in front of his old top. Skinner nudged him with his foot.
Mulder cleared his throat. "I'd like to sayI'm sorry," he whispered.
"Kiss Jackson's feet." Skinner prompted. Mulder obeyed. "What is the lesson you learn during your morning discipline?" Skinner asked. "Repeat it, please, Fox."
"I belong to you" Mulder looked up at his Master, and suddenly understood what was required of him. "I am now the property of Walter Skinner. Thank you for your kind attention in the past, sir," he said.
"That's okay, Mulder." Jackson grinned down at him. "It was always a pleasure. You were cute, if a goddamn handful. I'm glad you're Walter's problem now, not mine!"
Skinner took him to the next top. She was a beautiful, buxom woman, with dark golden hair, wide hips, and vivacious blue eyes. She was one of the first tops who'd taken pity on him when he arrived in DC, and he'd almost fallen in love with her. She had a smart, well-behaved, handsome sub at her side. Mulder was pleased for her. She deserved someone nice.
"Elaine, thank you for being so kind to me," he told her sincerely. "I know I behaved like a brat, and ran out on you. I'm sorry." He kissed her feet. "I'm now the property of Walter Skinner," he announced.
Elaine smiled at him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Mulder, you little darling!" she exclaimed. "Walter, you've worked wonders with the boy. He looks so much happier now than when I knew him. I know you'll take good care of him, my dear."
"You can rely on it," Skinner nodded to her. He took her hand, and kissed it tenderly, bowing to her. Mulder watched, intrigued. He sensed a history here, and wondered what it was. As Elaine was a dominatrix, who only took men as subs, and as Skinner was a top who preferred male subshmmm. Whatever there was between Elaine and Skinner, Mulder wanted to know more. It was inconceivable to him that Skinner had ever been anyone's sub, so he dismissed that thought out of hand. He wondered if Elaine ever wanted to walk on the wild side, and sub to someone safe, like his Master He was so busy pondering these mysteries that it took a sharp jerk on the leash to remind him that he had other tops to apologize to. Skinner took him to each and every one of his previous tops, and there were several of them. He made Mulder kneel before them, kiss their feet, apologize for his past behavior, and announce that he was now the property of Walter Skinner.
When he'd finished, Skinner pulled him to his feet, stood him in the center of the room, and kissed him soundly. It was a long kiss, a claiming kiss, designed to show everybody in the room that this slave belonged to his Master. Mulder loved every second of it. When it was over, they both received another round of applause.
"All right, show's over. I hope you enjoyed it!" Skinner grinned. He directed Mulder to help him back into his sweater, and then returned to the lounge. He placed Mulder in the submissive position again, and then went to get a drink. It was at that moment that a pair of shiny PVC boots stopped right in front of him.
"Aw, poor, shaven, little bunny rabbit," the kid sneered. "Made to apologize to all the people he's ever fucked for being such a lousy lay."
"Fuck. Off." Mulder muttered in an undertone.
"Oh, it speaks!" the kid said in an outraged falsetto. "And it doesn't have anything to say for itself. How sad. How bored the bunny rabbit's Master must be. Did you ever see that film, Fatal Attraction, little slaveboy? Did you see what happened to the bunny in that? That's what's going to happen to you, honey. Your Master isn't going to look twice at his bunny after he's tasted Lee. You watch." And so saying, Lee made a beeline for Skinner who was just emerging from the kitchen with two drinks in his hand. Skinner said something to the youth, and continued walking over to Mulder. Lee followed. Skinner held a drink to Mulder's lips, and he drank, eagerly. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. Lee was simpering, sidling up against his Master.
"That demonstration with the bullwhip really impressed me," Lee purred. "I've never seen anyone so accurate. You could try it out on me, any old time."
"I'm sure your Master would have something to say about that," Skinner told his admirer.
"Oh, I'm sure he'd love to watch," Lee winked.
"The bullwhip leaves an almighty sting. I wouldn't use it on anyone but my own slave." Skinner fondled Mulder's head fondly. Mulder wasn't sure whether to be pleased or dismayed by that piece of news. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone I need to speak to," Skinner smiled affably, and left.
Lee smirked down at Mulder. "It's just a matter of time, honey," he said.
"Leave him the fuck alone or" Mulder began, looking anxiously out of the corner of one eye to make sure Skinner was out of earshot.
"Or what? You can't do anything, sugar, your Master's got you hobbled! Lee grinned. "Which leaves the field clear for me. After all, why would he want a weak, obedient piece of shit like you, when he could have someone with balls, someone who's more fun, someone who'd be a real challenge to him!" He sauntered off in the direction of the bathroom.
Something inside Mulder snapped. The place was thronging with guests. He only needed a couple of minutes alone with that little jerk, and he'd soon scare him off. He saw Skinner talking animatedly to a group of his friends. Everyone else was busy chatting, and drinking. Nobody was looking at him. He stood up, and moved noiselessly towards the bathroom. He waited outside, and when Lee emerged a few seconds later, he grabbed his neck, and pushed him back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
"Listen to me, you little shit. Skinner's mine. You don't touch him. Nobody touches him."
"Oh, funny, I thought you belonged to him, not the other way around," Lee sneered.
"I don't give a fuck what you thought. He's mine. Go near him again, and I'll damn well kill you," Mulder snapped. He was so angry, he couldn't even think straight. Lee had called him weak, he had sneered at the submissive state Mulder had been so proud of being able to achieve, and which he'd worked so hard at. Worse than that, he had tapped into Mulder's fears of inadequacy, the insecurity that still dogged him from his relationship with Phoebe, by suggesting that his Master might be bored by him.
"Yeah, right. The shaven, collared, ringedbelled," Lee reached out a finger and flicked at the bells contemptuously, "slave, is really scaring me now!" Lee laughed. Mulder's fists went into action before he could stop himself. He swung a right hook at Lee's jaw, knocking him back against the toilet, and then jumped on top of the prone man, and pummeled him repeatedly in the stomach. Suddenly his fists stopped working - someone had grabbed his arms from behind.
"Stop that, now!" a low, growling voice barked in his ear. "Is this what you call obedience, Fox. Is it?"
Mulder's heart sank, and all the fight went out of him. He could hardly bear to look into his Master's angry brown eyes. He took a step back, and looked down on his whimpering tormentor.
"He's been winding me up all fucking evening," he fumed at Skinner.
His Master clicked his fingers, but Mulder ignored him. He drew himself up to his full height, and glared back at Skinner. "Don't give me that submissive crap. This bastard has been rubbing himself up against you all night. Every time your back is turned he comes over and taunts me. You can't damn well expect me to stand by and watch some stupid kid fawning all over you. It's not fucking fair!" Mulder ranted. "I'm not a machine, Skinner. I've done everything you asked me to, I" He trailed off, as he took in his Master's body language. Skinner was standing with his hands on his hips, his face dark with anger. "ShitI'm in real trouble now, aren't I?" Mulder asked miserably.
"Yes, you are. Now kneel down and shut up, and I'll see if I can limit the damage you've caused," Skinner snapped. Mulder opened his mouth to protest again, but he felt like a kid in the school playground, saying "it was all his fault, sir, not mine," and it sounded lame, even to his own ears. He got down on his knees, his eyes still rebellious, and watched as Skinner crouched down beside the kid, and examined his cut lip.
"You'll live, Lee." Skinner said, his tone almost amused as Lee continued to sob. "Get up, you'll be fine." Skinner helped the other man to his feet.
"You can't just let him" Mulder began. Skinner silenced him with a glare. "Fox - heel, and put that damn leash in your mouth - maybe that'll shut you up. Follow me, keep very quiet, and listen carefully," Skinner told him. "Lee, this way." He put his arm around the kid, and ushered him back to his Master, singling him out of the crowd and taking him into a private corner. "Lee has behaved very badly this evening," Skinner told the fat man. Lee's head spun around in dismay. "Please take him home. He isn't welcome here any more. And, Mike, when you get him home, see that you give him the worst punishment he's ever had," Skinner instructed. Mike raised an eyebrow at Lee, took hold of him by the arm, and dragged him away. Mulder watched them go, then glanced up at his Master.
"Thank you," he mumbled.
"I told you that if you were in any distress, you could speak to me at any time," Skinner snapped. "You chose not to do that. You chose instead to disobey me."
"I know. I'm sorry," Mulder sighed.
"No you're not, but you will be," Skinner warned ominously. "Now, you're just damned lucky that all took place in private. I'll deal with you properly later, but for now, I think I have a way of keeping your mind focused in one place."
He disappeared in the direction of the Playroom, and returned a few seconds later with a length of chain. He attached one end to the chain hanging between Mulder's nipples, and the other end to his cock ring. Mulder stared down, uncomprehending. The chain was slack, and apart from being a nice piece of decoration, it didnt seem to serve any other function. "Submissive position - now!" Skinner ordered. Mulder put his head down, and pulled his shoulders up straight, and then gasped in pain, as the slack chain became taut. It only exerted the tiniest pressure on his sore nipples, but it was enough to damn well hurt. "Keep your shoulders back - if they slacken, I'll notice. I'll be watching you," Skinner warned. "Now kneel there, like that, until the party's over."
"Yes, Master," Mulder whispered. His nipples hurt like hell, but he knew that was all his own fault, and no less than he deserved.
Mulder knelt in abject misery for another half an hour or so. He had fucked everything up. He had been so close to achieving his goal of spending a night in his Master's bed, and now he knew that wouldn't happen. He bit back the tears of anger, frustration, and sheer disappointment, but two escaped, and crept silently down his cheeks. He couldn't even move his hands to wipe them away, as Skinner would be sure to notice.
Their guests began to leave, and soon there was only Skinner and a couple of his closest friends left, including J M Lucas, and Elaine. Skinner returned to his slave, and undid the chain that was tormenting his nipples. Mulder breathed a sigh of relief.
"All right, Fox?" Mulder looked up in surprise. His Master's tone was gentle, and loving. His big fingers caressed away the wetness on Mulder's cheeks, and dropped a kiss on his mouth. "Come on, little one, you must be tired. We're going to sit down and talk for a while. You can join us."
Skinner led him over to the couch and sat down, then pointed at the floor beside his feet. "Any position you like, just relax," he told his slave. Mulder nodded, and rested his head on his Master's knee, looking up at the other man adoringly. It was dark in the room - which was only lit by one lamp, and the flickering orange glow of the flames in the grate. It was peaceful. Mulder sighed. He loved looking at his Master, watching him talk, watching him listen to his friends talking. Skinner's face looked so familiar, so handsome, the light illuminating the cleft in his jaw, and the golden hue of his skin. Mulder sighed, and moved his head so that he could kiss his Master's fingers. Skinner smiled, and gently stroked his slave's head.
"You've worked wonders with that boy," Elaine remarked. "Really, Walter, it's a joy to watch him like this, so happy in his slavery. I'm glad he finally figured out where he belongs," she smiled at Mulder.
"Elaine's right. He's just where he should be," Lucas commented. Mulder thought it was strange the way they were all talking about him as if he wasn't there. "When he was making a nuisance of himself, pestering me to contact you, throwing himself around the scene, getting himself a reputation, I just despaired of him. Seeing him here tonight, it's like a miracle. He's been transformed."
"He just needed a firm hand." Skinner smiled, ignoring his slave. "He was running out of control. He needed to be brought down."
"And you were just the man to do it," one of the other men said. Mulder didn't know his name. He gazed dreamily at his Master, tracing imaginary lines over the other man's lips. He knew he'd be punished severely for what had happened with Lee, but he didn't care right at this moment in time. It just felt so good to be sitting here, naked, at his Master's feet, adoring him.
"How did you manage it?" the man continued. "What's your secret, Walter?"
"Discipline, discipline, and more discipline!" Skinner laughed. "No, seriously, lots of hard work, Jeff. The details are between me and Fox. Taking him as a slave, rather than just a sub helped."
"Yes, that was intriguing," Elaine's soft, mellow voice. "I have my reservations about 24/7 arrangements usually, but it seems to have worked in this case."
"I agree with you, Elaine," Skinner said, nodding his head in her direction. "Usually I wouldn't consider a 24/7 arrangement either. There has to be an enormous degree of trust between the two participants in such an arrangement."
"I didn't even realize that you even knew Mulder before you took him on," Jeff commented.
"Oh yes. I knew him. I knew him very well," Skinner chuckled.
"I'm of the opinion that lifestyle slavery only works when the Master or Mistress and the slave love each other," Elaine commented. "Otherwise it can lead to abuse."
"Hmm, take Mike and Lee for example," Skinner sighed. "That's a relationship that really isn't working. There's no love there at all."
"Oh god, yes. They're a terrible couple!" Lucas laughed.
"What about love, though?" Elaine pushed, clearly worried about this issue. "It seems evident to everyone in the room that your slave is crazy about you, Walter, but how do you feel about him?"
Mulder went quite still, his shoulders freezing under his Master's insistent caress.
"Fox's emotions are new to him, aren't they sweetheart?" Skinner smiled, and ran his fingers through Mulder's hair. "I think he's been surprised by the bond that developed between us, and because his emotions are so new, they sometimes overwhelm him." He looked at Mulder meaningfully, and his slave bit on his lip, remembering the fight in the bathroom. "For me, well, it's easier for me to keep my emotions under control - it's what I've been doing for years after all!" Skinner laughed. "Of course I love my slave, Elaine. I've known him for six years and I've grown to love him more as each one passed. I knew he'd have to come to me - that was the only way we could make it work, but even then I resisted for a long time. Sometimes it's hard to believe I have the reality after so many years wanting him. He's the perfect slave, just the right mixture of charm, initiative, challenge, and spirit. What's the matter, Fox? Were you really in any doubt that I love you?" Skinner asked, noticing his slave's look of amazement.
"Iyes, Master. I didn't know. I thought I just amused you," Mulder whispered.
Skinner roared with laughter. "Fox, I've been in love with you for far longer than you've been in love with me, sweetheart," he sighed. "It's been a long, lonely road. There have been many times I've wanted to take charge of you, and give you what you need. I'm glad you finally managed to ask for it, although I suspect we have many difficulties ahead. Don't ever doubt that you're loved, little one." Skinner leaned forward, and kissed his slave softly on the lips. Mulder melted into his Master's thigh, his heart pounding. He knew in that second that he could take any punishment his Master gave him because he was loved. He was on cloud nine, far above the stars. He didn't hear the rest of the conversation as his mind buzzed with this new information. His Master loved him. He loved himhe had loved him for yearsMulder felt warm and safe, and shit, yes, actually happy, in a way he didn't remember feeling in his life before.
When the last of the guests finally left, Skinner commanded him into the confessional position.
"Well, slave," he sighed. "Have you earned your night in my bed?"
"No, Master," Mulder replied in a small voice. "I'm sorry. I let you down."
"Yes, you did. That display of jealousy was petty, and unnecessary. Do you really think I was interested in that stupid kid?"
"I don't know, Master," Mulder replied. "Are you going to punish me, Master?"
"Yes, but I'm going to offer you a choice as to how," Skinner informed him. Mulder looked up in surprise. "You behaved impeccably apart from that one lapse. I was proud of you, and you saw how impressed my friends were. Tonight was a great success, and you helped to make it so. Now, I know that you wanted to spend the night in my bed, and I'm still prepared to offer you that," Skinner told him. Mulder's face broke into a smile, and he scurried forward and kissed his Master's feet.
"Thank you!" he beamed.
"Wait - there's a price," Skinner said solemnly. "You do have to be punished, Fox. You can either be punished by not sleeping in my bed tonight, or, and I want you to think very carefully about this, you can sleep in my bed, but in the morning I'll use the bullwhip on you." Mulder's heart leaped into his mouth. "The bullwhip is a special punishment," Skinner continued, "which is why I want you to think about this very carefully. It won't be an easy thing to endure."
Mulder did think about it, but not for very long. Much as he was scared of the bullwhip, he didn't know when he'd ever get another chance to spend the night in his Master's bed. He'd cope with the bullwhip tomorrow, but for tonight, he'd sleep in his Master's arms.
"I want to sleep with you, Master," he told Skinner.
"Are you sure? Be very sure, Fox," Skinner warned him. "You've seen the bullwhip in action."
"I am sure, Master. Please, take me to your bed," Mulder begged.
Skinner's expression softened, and he broke into a smile. "Very well, sweetheart. Go and run a bath in my en-suite. We'll share it," he said.
Mulder ran to do his Master's bidding, and ten minutes later, he was sitting between Skinner's legs in the big corner bath, soaking up the warm water, relishing the feel of his Master's arms around his body. He had never felt so relaxed in his life.
"Fox, you can come out of deep submission now," Skinner nuzzled at his ears with his lips. He had already removed his slave's bells, and the chain linking his nipple rings. "I want you to be yourself. Talk to me. Tell me what you thought of the party - you can be as honest as you like. There won't be any repercussions for it." He squeezed Mulder's chest encouragingly. "How do you like being shaved?" he grinned into Mulder's ear.
"I'm not sure. It's different," Mulder grinned back. "Do I have to stay this way forever?"
"No, that's not necessary." Skinner kissed his head. "However it will make what I intend to do to you tonight nicer for me!"
"What's that, Master?" Mulder asked, craning his head to look up into his Master's eyes.
"I'm going to take you into my mouth, and remind your poor cock what it's been missing," Skinner told him. The cock in question immediately leapt to attention. Skinner laughed, and fondled it gently. "I'll shave you occasionally, when I feel like it, but you don't have to keep yourself shaved." Skinner nibbled Mulder's neck.
They talked for half an hour about the party, sharing observations, laughing about the costumes a couple of the guests had been wearing. It was so nice, Mulder thought, to be lying here in the arms of someone he loved, someone who loved him. He didn't care what the future brought, or about the past. At least he had this one moment in time.
They got out of the bath only when the water became cold. Mulder picked up the towel to dry his Master, but Skinner brushed it aside, enveloped both of them in it instead, and dried them both. "Fox." He looked down into his slave's eager eyes. "Have you ever had a male lover before?"
"What do you mean?" Mulder frowned, confused.
"I mean, have you ever been involved with a man who you had plain, old, regular sex with, not just the BDSM variety?" Skinner clarified. Mulder shook his head. "I thought not. Well, tonight, that's what you've got. There's not going to be any BDSM, there's just you, and me, two lovers, sharing a bed. That doesnt mean you're not still my slave," Skinner grinned, "just that for tonight, this is how I choose to love you. Go and wait for me in the bed, sweetheart."
Mulder did as he was told, trembling in anticipation. The sheets felt cool against his warm, clean skin. He waited there, until Skinner came into the room. His Master turned off the light, and slipped into the bed beside him. He pulled Mulder into his arms, and held him, kissed him tenderly, in a way no other top had ever kissed him before. His hand stroked Mulder's body, his fingers rubbing inside him.
"We'll rely on the alarm to wake us tomorrow," Skinner whispered. "So you're exempt your normal wake up call." His head dipped, and he kissed his slave's throat, and neck, ending up at his abdomen, then disappeared further, down to his groin. Mulder's cock was already erect by the time Skinner's warm, wet mouth descended on it. Skinner swallowed him whole, and Mulder gasped out loud, bucking into the expert caress. Skinner's hands continued to gently stroke and caress his body, while his mouth devoured him. It was too much for Mulder. He ran his hands over his Master's naked scalp, mewling and whimpering in ecstasy.
"Oh, that's good, Masteroh fuckMasteroh shit" and after several days abstinence, Mulder came. And came. And came. He tried to draw back, but Skinner held his thighs close, and devoured every drop. Then he emerged once more, grinning.
"Like that?" he asked.
"It was wonderful," Mulder sighed dreamily. He snuggled up close to his Master's furry chest, and laid there for a long while, just licking and kissing the other man's body. Skinner's hands meanwhile kept up their languorous stroking on Mulder's skin, soothing, and loving him. Mulder could feel his Master's hard cock digging into his thigh. "Can I take care of this?" he asked, taking the broad length in his hand, and savoring the feel of it.
"If you like," Skinner smiled. "I don't need any release though, Fox. I've had plenty this week."
"Id like it ifwould you?" Mulder's hand increased its pressure on his Master's cock, and he could feel it pulsing into life between his fingers.
"What, Fox? What do you want? This is your evening," Skinner whispered.
"I'd like you to make love to me, Master," Mulder told him. Skinner smiled, and kissed his slave's forehead.
"All right, sweetheart. Lie on your back."
Skinner rolled over, and got a condom out of the night-stand, and put it onto his hard cock. Then he turned back to his slave. He knelt between Mulder's legs, and inserted a finger inside him. Mulder groaned, and bucked. Skinner inserted another finger, then another, before pushing Mulder's legs further apart, and gently pushing his cock inside the other man. Mulder stared. He was fascinated by this position, as he had been last time his Master had used it. He loved watching his Master make love to him. He rested both his hands on Skinner's shoulders, and opened up his body, pulled his Master deep inside him, relishing the power and hard length of his Master's cock as it made love to him.
"Oh god, it's so good," Mulder sighed, Skinner's cock rubbing his prostate into a frenzy of sensation. His Master came, and collapsed on top of Mulder, softening inside his slave. Then he withdrew, and threw the used condom into a dish on his nightstand.
Mulder was utterly sated, and spent. It had been the perfect ending to a perfect day. Skinner rolled towards him again, and took him in his arms.
"Now sleep, sweetheart. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow," he murmured.
"I want this night to last forever." Mulder didn't think he'd ever been more relaxed in his life before, all wrapped up in his Master's loving arms, their naked bodies entwined. Skinner's flesh was warm and comforting, and his Master occasionally kissed his ear, or nuzzled his neck. He could feel the other man's chest hair on his back, and the weight of his body pressed against his own.
This was where he belonged, this was the only place he could truly call his home. It was his natural environment, and he knew he could never be truly happy anywhere else. With a sigh, Mulder closed his eyes and fell asleep, locked in his Master's loving embrace.
End of Part 8.
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       " תҵĹ˾ˣĹ˾       " Mulderѯʣ֪ʲô
û       " Կף       "
       "        " MulderһԿףȻ˸Ƿϣ˵һԡ
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Mulder̲ס
       "        " ʡ
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       " һ裬Ҿǽū֡       " ĿǸ
       " ʲô       " Mulderתͷصžӡ
       " һūһ˸ū֣ĽFox.       " һֲݷĿ˵
MulderҲҪһ£       " ΪʲôFox ʵ֣       " 顣
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һľᣬ֣һֻ΢Сġµĺ̡
       " 㹻Դڳ档ϣһֱǰ컹ҹ       " ˵
Mulder£ָ⻬Ľ       " Ư       " סˡ
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       " Ҳǣˡ       "Mulder ֵͷ
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       " 㲻ҪҸʲô       " ⡣
       " ҲҪһֱ       " Mulderʡ
       " ǵģԼƿ       " ˻ش
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       " Щأ       " MulderСĻ
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Mulder˵㣬֪Scullyͽָ
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       " ˽⡣ҪҪ㣬ˡ       " Mulder˵С
һ̾Ϣͨ˷紫˳ڷΧص
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ڵ̺۾ſ壬ֳԼŴʱMulderþе־סԼҪ̧ͷоθҧ´ҵʹκϷãû֪ʿ϶Ǹ̼
Ųǰͣ£סһֻѥϣǰ촽ѹڹЬϡ
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Skinnerûж       "Լġ       " ش
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       " ֪һɵϣˣһ˵ʲôΪʲô£֪ΪʲôҸ߹Ϊʲô       "Mulder ᣬԽԽ죬֪ǲҪˡôᷢ£һ¶첻Ϊҵܽ±ʱȴԼѾһͷ˺ڰԨ
       " ǵģ֪Ϊʲô       "Skinnerʼ硣
MulderSkinner ĽŲвλϣãԼһ鷭˸Ĺ
       " ôľҴңһ£       "Mulder͸ĺڽëϰ壬Skinner ûлش       " 5𻷷ǳ¡       " ûڵɨһۣ       "ȻΪмƭԽŵ񣬷ĸǱˮĺ꣬ȺҲ¸һһΪ˵ô       "
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       "       "Skinner
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       "ΪʲôΪңȻṩǰṩһС       "Skinnerᶨ˵
       "ǲܡ֪ҵĹʲô       "
       "㽫ڹϡڼԼеطūҵָ£ҵһ24Сʱһ7 죬ǰûκθı䡣       "Skinner
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MulderڹͷԺͷջûκθı䣬ȻҪԽ룬ԽҪSkinner һֱõġѾêֱó̽ǰ뿪һԤУ⽫һηǳọ́һֱյ㡣
MulderѲֱսڳһ˳ӵơ       " ԣ       " ƽ͵˵       " ˵Ķԣġ       " ̧ͷSkinner ƽС
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֮ĽˣԼҲѾܷˣMulderȫؿSkinnerȻSkinner ĴϣSkinnerڵ۾ֵ۾һһ̣ʱ·ֹͣˡ
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˵ͷӦϽȥհ졣
Mulderܹ˽ΪʲôôڹSkinner һֱ˾أʱ˺¡ǣSkinnerΪʦSkinner˵ӡ̣ȫɫУɢһͶŵĸоһֻڱܵڱMulderԼȥôûǰͳݵģʹµˣķӵˡ
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ؼݳУȻûӸղ¼ĳȫƽ廹Щ΢ز֪Skinner һλأʴȵģпģģģԼҪʲôأõĻܹ׵ĸ
Mulderͣ³ҪҪAlexandriaıƸͷصԼȫĹԢȥžһжѾ̫ˣܣʹҲܣSkinner ѾԿ׺ԼھͿ԰תȥ
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Mulderؿһҹĳ˸ƹ⣬ַڲϣᾱĸоأ͵ؽ壬Զ˭ʲô˭
ʱϵĽָȻںڰһһ       " ôᣬMulderô뷨㾹ȻҪܣһֱ׷       " ԼȻЦ       " ûѡ       " ţҡҡͷ       " ûиѡ㲻㣬       "
Mulderٴηδ֪ó̡
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һҡȣһ߽ŵز²⡪Skinner ԺֱӰɵ£ֱӽ       " 龰       " Ǳ޴һʼ÷ӣ
Щ棬ģʼͣؼ       " Ҫ       " 뷨¡
ѣֻ³ͣﲻͣߣԸȥЩ档ԵSkinnerִͣʱľūһƣӡ
Skinner صһۣ۹һ㺮ϥһڵϡ
       "        "Skinnerʾ⣬Mulderԥһ£Skinner תһüëѯʣ
       " Ϊ˸ĵһѾˣ       "
MulderϽҡҡͷߴˣ       " ֻҪҪЩһϣ˶ѣ       "Mulder ˵ָָĶ
       " ǣȴȥιҪסĵط       "Skinner̵ظ
MulderͷЩɬԴǩЩԼϰ֮ԭеһЩѾ˸ı䡣ڵӿ϶һFBIWalter.Skinnerֳ棬ֻһū˾η˺档
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       " ԭ       "Mulder ˿ĭ       " ңŶ֪       "
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       " ԣˡ       "Mulder䵭˵       '        ' ͷΧתƽʵĸͻһ㡣
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       " Ǹһ£       "Skinnerū       " ֮Ĺϵǰȫͬ˵ͬ¡˾ʱԽܵΪʱҲܡҵУﻹڰ칫𣬶Ҫı䡣       "
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Mulderָɫ۾һֱû뿪ū       " ң       "
˵Ƶ̼MulderʹԼĿӻ᲻Ѿʪˡ        "ϣԶҪǣÿӣÿ죬Ҫ֪ҵģ㲻ɵģFoxԼˡ˵һȫµ뷨Ҫܳʱѧ       "
Mulderþõؿںɫ۾ɢĺڰ˵СͷɳƵ˵       " ǵģ       "
       " á       "Skinner߹ȥְµϵİť
һᣬſˣMulderԼѾվһʵĿڴ
װ޹мҾ㣬ɫľƵذ壬ɫǽиžµıڵƣм˯κͼѷӣһ޴ı¯ռһǽ¯ǰһĵ̺
Skinner ַMulderļϣ߳ݡ
       " ߡ       " һȥһţһСķ䣬һխĵ˴һӣһ䡣
       " ķ䣬԰ϲⲼá       "Skinnerʼ磬       " ҲںķŪʲôӣֻϣܱԢǸİ       "
       " һģ       "Mulder ͷӦǸһ޵ʿסġ
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       " ǵģˡ       "Mulder ˵Щ棺Ҫһ24Сʱһ7죬æӦ˵ÿٻ֪һ龰
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Mulder΢΢Щ죬ͷ֪ʲôõģûù
       " ϲҵūΪҰԼŪĸɸɾģҾԼûַԼָɾǿƸ೦ڻѧᡣ       "Skinner˵꣬ת߳䡣Mulderվһᣬ˼ĬʮҲ˳ȥ
Skinner ǰߣȻһȿġľǰͣ
ӿڴͳһԿ״ţMulderȽȥMulderһžͣǰһ޴ġ͸ɵķ䡣
       " óĵĶ¥һ       "Mulder ߵһȴǰĽֵ       " ߶Ҳ       "
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Muldeŗͷ˿컨мҲúģװһ¡
ǾؿһᣬSkinner ͻȻתߵһߣ򿪵ƣ       " ӭҵϷңū       " õͳ˵
Mulder𾪵ؿܡ
һ̵ǻĺ̺һ̵Ƕ๦̺ܵ𾪵Ĳǵ̺ǷڷŵƷֱеһС
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       " ѽ       "Skinner΢Цʼ磬úܺ档
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˶ĵƷMulderоһСǹԸʽǹҪֵסջֱܣ̲סȥһ£       "Ow        "ֱSkinner صشһ¡
       " 㿴ҿû       "Skinner˵       " ÿѵҵļලϴΣҲԿףֻܺһµ       "
       " ǣ       "Mulder ˵ȻЩη塣
       " ѽʲô       " תͷֱһȥǿɵƵĶס
       "        "Skinnerһֻռߵ̬ĦMulderľ       " ϲĸоFox        " Mulderõͳʣ       " ǳȫϴλʹãЩص߲̾ͬᣬֻһЩ΢˺ۣһĴʹһֶּصĸо       "SkinnerרƵĿ˵
Mulder뵽˿ܻ˺·һζɵķǳġ
Skinner ЦţµMulder뷨
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Skinner Цˣ       " 㽫ȹܶİҹġһʱ䣬ЩһƯڿеĸоʱ㽫ܸмܹ       "Skinner˵       " λ⸽ߵ㣬ջţûܿ㱻ĥĳ壬ˡ       "Skinnerߴ׳бɫĴϷ΢ĵƹͺͷϡ
һ˲䣬MulderԼѾվ
       " ׬ȡϷʱ䣬       "Skinner       " طΪϷƵģгͷѵǳ㡣ȷţҪô       "
SkinnerĬ£MulderȥԡҺصĴţһƿסˣⱲӻûôණԡҡ浽ԡ顢ͣɹ۵ı׺󻬼Skinner һ֧󻬼ͼ׷ڿڴȻ߳ԡңûŴ۾ڴؿMulder
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       " Ŀǰ׶Σū˽ǲġ       "SkinnerMulder߳ϷңźͻȻ˵       " Ҳһʱ䣬׬֪ȨڣҪעҪѧϰϣҵĹȥɡ       "
MulderȻͬҲû˵ʲô֪Skinner Ȼһֱطﻹô˾Ķ֪Skinner ΪʲôѡʽSkinner ڹʱְλӦеӡ񡣾ֻһĹšһֱúߴ˼жκܳľ룬ԶҲ벻𰸡ʵǶ룬òҲϡ棬˭뵽Լʽ
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17ĹԢңһ޴䣬¥ݵһMulderǰʱҡ
       " ˵һҪķ䡣       "Skinnerһš
MulderһǸϴ¼䣬ľͳȥ
       " Ҫϴе·һҪϴɾ       "SkinnerūǿMulderⷽɣ       " Ҫеĳ       "
MulderĳĸˣΪǵSkinner ϲľĳҪٺճĳʱȻ
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MulderǿԹޣ˵ͷ
       " áڣҲڳǸѣǲǣ       "Skinnerһüëʡ
Mulder̾˿ϣ       " ȷʵҵǿ       ".
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Skinner רĵؿMulder       " 㾭Ӿ       "
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       " 飿       "Mulder üظ
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Mulder۾ǽϣ񿴼һԼȥ
۾Skinner վǰ
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MulderӲΪЩõš
Skinner ƺµ뷨ַMulderĿǰ棬       " ⣬       "SkinnerMulderߵ˵       " ⣬       " ţпشMulderȣ       " ҵġҡֻʱܴ򣬲ﻹԡﵽ߳Ҷ֪ң֪       "
Mulder˷ܵĺҪֹͣˣǰûйָо       " ǣˡ       " ٵشϢ
Skinner ΢Ц       " ҷ֣       " ˵ָȻذMulderвλ       " һū˵ѵĿܾѧϰοԼĿС       " ѹMulderѾǳӲ       " δܳһʱ䶼ͷţõˡңֵõġ       "
Skinner 촽˽ӽƺǲǱ̾ʹﵽ˸߳
       " ΣҪŬҵԸһĺܺá       " Skinnerõͳ˵
       " ǵģˡ       "Mulder ҪԼ촽Skinner ĴϣSkinner ץסļ򣬰ѹǽϡ
       "        " ָMulderĴ
Mulderͷ۾
       " ãǣҲ취ȥ׬       "SkinnerʳָMulderĿаţMulderҺȻָMulderĿǰøɾMulderͺ񱻴һ
       " ˣȥ㳵Ķ       "Skinner˵       " Ȼȥϴ裬ٵҳ׼һ¡       "
MulderϽӡǵ˭Skinner һ˴Ӱ죬Skinner ˵ÿ仰ÿ£ģӵ꣬壬ҪС
MulderֻѡһݶȥSkinner DCʱ˵ĻֻͬӵеĶֲܳΪһϷˮƽMulderǰ֪Щplayerߣ֪Ϊʲôƺǳ˽Mulderεزٿϲŭ֣ȫʶǻ뷿䵱ܲһǰΪĽĸԸÿһס
еЩʹMulderǰκʱ˷ܣǸؿһţпڵԼӲֱ֪ʲôʱýѡ
MulderŷСزãһԡϸӵ죬СĵذֱȵˮڣȻ˳ּȺĸоظ˺üΣֱȷѾܸɾˣһҲôΪ
Skinner ץסӺڵ龰˷֮޷ƣһֱܱƣȻ˺ܳʱ䣬ѾԽԽˡ
Skinner Ȼûܿ˷˭𾪣İת֪ڻᷢЩʲô£ָʾһڵļ٣Լ϶Ҳ˼١ʱڣϻЩʲô·أSkinner Щʲôܱܽ˵ĿҪʹҵҪĶأ
ȵˮ˺ܳʱ䣬ҪĴ¸οԼȻ壬·˳¥Skinner ҡ
       " ܺã֪Ұһֱڣ5        "Skinnerһֱֱġ
Mulderˣһ£ǰȥתע⡣˵ǰƴѥӣĥƤĳȣȻѵЬӹһԣȺһָʾ
       " ʱˣ       "SkinnerūԵ÷ǳĵĵɫ۾       " ҵΪأ       "
       " ʹˣˡ       "Mulder ͷͬ⣬ĸ
       " ȷʵʹҸˡ·ѵ       "Skinner˯ϣϸעMulderѵ¡
Mulderѵºǰȥ˱Skinner ĸҪǺۣSkinnerҡҡͷ       "FoxļдĽ       " ˵       " ڣĿӡ       "
Mulder˿Ȼѿѵûд¿㣬       " һ       " ֱӱ¶棬Ŀ
Skinner ʲôҲû˵ֻǴͷţµϣһһֵūһĥ˵ĻʽֱMulderʧȥš˲ϲMulderǰ벻վվм䣬ϰ壬ǣԼĺȷ
       " ˣת       "SkinnerһתȦĶʾMulderָʾתβˡֻֽסΣ̣ŵȫ
       " ɡ       " MulderSkinner վвλһ˫С
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Skinner Ĭ˼⡣
MulderŽѣͷԼܾҪǰ࣬һҪס
       " ôһ£       "Skinnerů       " ҵūڷΪ       "
       " ǵģˡ       "Mulder ش
Skinner ֱ۽Mulderǰ⻬Ƥˬ˿Mulderĺ󱳣       " Ϊʵ       " Mulder˵
Mulder˿       " ҺµǡǵģҵĹôĹأҲʲô֪ҵһƬҡֻһūʲô¶ҪԸ㣬ʲôˡܶʲôϣңӣҪҲ֪ʲôҲ֪ǲĺ֪ǸˣҲ١       "
       " ꡭ       " Skinner MulderĶ䣬       " ҵūʱҾ͸߹㣬ҲĹ෴ģҸȤ˭ˣҪ֪ȫ       "
SkinnerůƽٲSkinner׷ȥˡ
       " 㲻ΪԼ޷ƵµģȻѾ˾ҪȥôֻҪһ£֪ʲô       "
MulderһҺȻ˵ͷ       " ˣˡ       "
       " ͶˡڣһΣ㺦       "Skinnerֱ۽رӱ⡣
       " ǵġ       "Mulder ҧ촽       " Ҳ֪ҪʲôˣҲ֪ʲôҵҲˣ˺ҡ       "
       " á       "SkinnerMulderĶ       " ܺãūΪʵĺ¶һūкôҪҲ˺㣬ż       ' ˺       ' 㣬֮õġ       " ԳԵصЦ       " ҹȥ˺㣬ȻҪңҪŹȥδġںЩ       "
Mulderͷ֪ԼѾȫƽˣȻSkinnerſԶůȫĻ
Skinner ְתȥְؿڣһָضŪͷ̲ס˳ӿӵ°Ķ̲ס͸Һ塣Skinner ּƣԽƽ̹Сڴŵϡҧ촽ӭӼٸ߳
Skinner ңĴָҡǡ
       " ΪҺϸˣ       "Mulder Ϣʡ
       " ̫ˣҪ˽Ĺ򣬵ġ       "SkinnerЦ˵صMulderƨɡ
˯£ϥǣ       "Foxſҵϥϡ       " Ը
Mulderؿ֪ǲһ´ƨɵζ       "ΪʲôˣҪʲô       " ѿڶϾͺˡ
ȻSkinnerֵָβ       " һԻūշԸ       " 
MulderϽͷСĵԱ߹£Ȼ׾ſϡ
Skinner һλãȻظMulderΣ       " ɡ       "ּ˼ӣֱMulderʼɣ岻ٽ
ŰͣMulderоΰֿ̽æ̧ͷSkinner ָͿ󻬼
       " ҪһĽܶΡ       "Skinnerֽŵı
       " ˵ɡ       "SkinnerصشһƨɣòԾɿ⣬Ÿ˵ָȥ̽顣
       " еĽȥûؽ       "Skinnerʡ
       " Уˣǡ       "Mulder Щԥ
       "        "SkinnerָڣٵشϢȻԼҲָо
       " Ҿ̫ˣҲҪַʽ       "Mulderĸй׷ѭָƶӿĺ쳱
       " Ȼ뷨ַʽȻ˷ܣΪñ֧䡣       "Skinner˵˳
       " ǵģˡ       "Mulder ϡڶָʱһεشϢ
       " ܺáֻΪ̫ˣԲŻôΪ㲻ɣ㲻Ϊû˳ӹԲԣFox        "SkinnerеָMulderΣMulderͷоܱҡ
       " Ҫµ㹦       "Skinner˵˵       " Ҷʹø֣ܸ֪һû̼³ʱıֲʵϣǽҪʼС       " һֺū
       " ˡ       " MulderΣ       " ˡ       "Mulder Skinnerϥԭλá
Skinner ȷڿڴ󻬼ͱ׵ݸ       " Լ       " ū       " Ҳ󻬡ҪסԼʱؿԹʹãڸɽ״̬²ɵĺĻҽҪǵʱ󻬡       "
Mulderͷӹ󻬼
       " ͬģ׼Ҳ       "SkinnerūԾɼӲ       " ǱʲôŪʪˣ       " ʡ
MulderһҲЦ       " ҷִʱǱľҺŪġ       " ʾ
       " ˵ĺá       "SkinnerЦ       " ǱָڽļҲҸ㣬ҪԼ־ͱ취ȥ׬ΣҪȥ͵ôɲСֻôˡ       "
ץסMulderļ򣬰ԡңԡˮ׼Mulderȥ
       " Owowow       "Mulder ͣţ㿪ˮ
       " վá       "SkinnerMulderֻʵʵվסŵزҪȡͬ飬Skinner
ֺMulderȻڰ벪״̬Skinnerֱ۵       " ӡ̡       "
MulderһĨġǸЦ
ֹ˼ӣMulder̵ļһڴͷɥ˻ȥ
Skinner صԡݸMulderһë       " 뵽һܶǳаȥáȰɣȻ¥ȥ       " ζؿMulderһۣMulderһ߷һߵͷӦ
壬ȻָմһЩ󻬼ĸšSkinnerĻӡ̡ԼϹϴּ仹ϴ裬֮һҪǵͿ󻬼
Mulderһָ߽ڸһƵŰաʵϲĸоΪʵ̫ʹˣЩܲˡSkinner ˵ĶԡֻڿͷϱʾӣȴûķſԼҲû˳ӵñ˽Լ塣ѾǸ¶һҪˣ˷Щ¡ȻѾƣˣȻ       "        " ²֪Skinner᲻ϴֳ롪һϽУһ˵̫ˣ֪ܲܳܵˡԴһֱţԸоᡣ
MulderصţпڴͳȻ߹ȥǰ
Skinner MulderػһڶȻסMulder̿ʼӲ
Skinner ؾüëMulderʼ磬ʾԼҲΪ       " ҵ飬ӦòΪҵȱɣ       " ʡ
       " еʱá       "SkinnerЦˣȻصMulderѾʪĶˣMulderʹôһ       " еʱ򲻻ᡣ       " һ˲˽ȥȵػ·Mulder͵øˣȴʹرѹס
       " Щˡ       "Skinnerۡ
𿧷ԲĸMulderղȥõĶ
       " ſҵ       "Skinner˵Mulder̾ͷˡ
Skinner һַֻֿMulderΰ꣬Ķ˽ʱMulderо˱ĸɵǿҵؼѹУʶ⡣
Skinner ̾˿       " ıҪѧǰԼ       " 롣
       " Ŭˡ       "Mulder 档
       " ŬĻҵǸҪСĶ࣬ҡ       "SkinnerҵūֱٴηɣȻѸٽѸ˽ȥ       " һҪýؼסҪ       "SkinnerԸ       " Բ׼Լó       "
       " һ       "Mulder ֹ
Skinner Цˣ߸Σ       " СģūˣС˵ܻ鷳       " ţMulderƻصذϡ
MulderվڵӣһֵֺĸоΪӺϸԲ̫ܡ
       " ϴˮ׼       "
       " ǵģˡ       "
Skinner վMulderԥһ£       " ˡ       " ҧ촽
       " ʲô£       "
       " šĻ       "Mulder Щ͡
       " ڵĴ͸¡       "Skinnerһֻ֣MulderʪĲӣ       " ģһʽ־㳤       " MulderĽëͱӣ       " ȲװЩĶ       " ָصšMulderͷĴָʳָMulder̲סشϢٴαӲҲս
       " ǱҪһʱ䡣Ҫķ㡣       " Skinner һص΢ЦšMulderͷһ£Ȼ͵ԡȥˡ
Mulder·ں棬ڵĸЩܣòҶ
       " Ҫ·ϲҵū塣ϴˮҪЩѬͣˮҲ̫ˡ       "SkinnerһָŽˮ˵
MulderͷּЩˮˮﵹЩѬ͡
       " ڣ·       "Skinner
Mulder߹ȥȲ봥壬Ĥˡһֱһsub ǰûиоôĹȡ˵ͷ޷ֵ
ǰ⿪Skinner ϵťۣѳСĵظƽȻָŪSkinnerëͷ
Skinnerݵ΢Цš
MulderSkinner ǰSkinner ūŨܵͷMulder⿪Skinner ƵƤּۣ⿪ťۣؽƤӴSkinner ĳSkinner Ľ£ѿѵѵӣĽɫĽϵÿһֺ
Skinner Цˣ       " 㶮һЩɰСţԺܵõĻرҪĶࡣ       " ˵
Mulderͷ       " ֪Ҳĸࡣ       "
       " Ǹ࣬ȫ       "Skinner˵ūš
MulderͷΪ仰Ĳѣ       " һᡭҿԡһѧҷǳ롭       " ˵֪Լô롣
֣Skinner ĺ˿̿ϣСĵذӰ벪һֱ¡Skinner ģûõĴʿݣ׳ǿɫǸɾķɫ
Mulder̲סSkinner ĸɼ䣬ǰ˵ůĿС
Skinner ̾˿MulderͷȻ˳       " úܺãū       " ߴ˵˵       " ȥţһָʾ       "
Mulderߵ£ע߽ԡأΰûȵˮС
Skinner ̾˿Ȼ۾û
ʱһһֵعȥMulderһֱճյؿˣ۹ʳSkinner ʹֹҲһôˡMulderþõšʵؼͽɫëԼûкļᶨ򢡣
Mulderи֤֤˶Ȩڹȴֱū۵ҲǶȨĸ֤ʹãSkinner ռУľǿ׳ѹ
Mulderֱʹؼ尾صȴ˵ע⣬Ҳᱻһ൱ҵϷڣȴʵģ
ȥʵ⣬²˵ڲסʹķҡ
˸ȴԼҵ˾СԼϵľָ۾Ŵ͸ĸо˸ūϲ⡣Ϊ˰ǰѰôʱ䣬ǣ龰ܳŵΪSkinner һ˻İ
MulderĬĬ˼˴ԼʮӺSkinner 
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MulderϽܹȥӰϲţܹǳ֣һëѷϴУʱ͵͵Skinner ļݵ΢ЦūͶܸˡ
Skinner վMulderɣԡۣ       " ´Σעһˮ¡       " ˵
       " ǣˡ       "Mulder ˸Skinner صҡ
       "        "Skinnerڴϣָָذ˵
MulderϽ˵˫ȼ
       " úܺã֪˵ǵһΣҪѧϰ       "Skinnerظ       " Ϊ׬ǡ       " ͷMulderϣǿзֿMulderͷMulderƷ
Mulderڼҵʧˣ̱˵˫ȼ䣬Χ綼ת
Skinner һӵһŵԡһְһֿΪеЩС
ūг׵̽Skinner ſ
       " ллˡ       "Mulder ˵
       " ܻӭġ       "SkinnerMulderͷ       " ڣٸһЩأϣÿ糿6 ңĩʱ9 㣬áһȡһݱֽͿڽ
Mulder۾Ц¶ѩ׵ݣͷ       " Ϊһãˣ       " ˵˵
       " ܡ       " Skinner 䵭ػӦ       " 꿧ȺҪΪҪĻһһЩѵסĵλ       "
Mulder
       " һڵʱӦǻȥʱϣѾһѵԤƻµĳԺĥҪԣǶҪǿ˷ֽ׶Ҫ֪ġ       "Skinner˵˻ȥMulder˼       "ڣٸһҵūܸɵ졪ҵ˱ҡ       "
MulderϹĵSkinner ʼӲļһо˵ǳΰӲǿ׳ͣζ
       " ֱں档       "SkinnerԸȻ̾˿       "Ҫֻ졣       "
MulderˣϲֱʱְĸоḻSkinner Skinner Ҫʱоˣ̧ͷˣͷĿСSkinner ۾ʾһ£MulderֱּмԴɬҺ塣
       " ãǳá       " MulderʪȵͷɾSkinnerMulderͷ˵       " Ǻܳһ죬Ϊ˯ʱˡ       "
MulderеվҪϣSkinner Цҡҡͷ       " ԼĴū취׬һ˯Ȩ       "
Mulderĳȥ       " ˲Ҫ       "
       "        "SkinnerȻ˵       " һʱ͵ص㣬ǰȴūк       "Skinnerվָָţ       " ס͸ҹҪԭ       "Skinnerڵ۾ض
Mulder˿ĭͷ
       "Fox9 㱻ѡ       " ±ͣ΢ЦMulder˲еһ˿ů⣬Ͻӿ
·˯оЩ֣MulderڴϣŽ췢¡Ϊһplayer֪עˡSkinner ܾһ˯η塣˰һƵĲݣͷֹõοûʲôܱ˵ʱMulderˡ
ڱܾ˵Ĵ⣬û˿˯⡣ԸؽЩ㷲ȴSkinner 塣
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Mulderٺġʹõȥûսĸоڣֻ뾡ͷš
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ؿMulderһۣȻSkinnerϣſ﷢

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Skinner̾˿MulderԼǰͬظĶ
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ûˣˡMulderҡҡͷθһţѵ

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Fox ˣǵġSkinner ۾̹ʵظ֪ȻеĲλңǽķǳʹǺǿҵģʱܿͻȥֻһʹͻȬȻһʱΪϵƤѵѵ޶ȵġҷָձ͸ͷرֻҪ΢̼һ¾ͻǿҵĸоѵа㻹ʲô𣿡Mulderʡ
ҳܲʹεˣô죿MulderԼôûãĺԼ˸еʧںPhoebeֺûһtop ϲŭôԴ˺ؿڳԺʹûԼȥӽκһtop ֻǣҲںǴеõЩʲôǶʲô뷨βͬSkinner ˡ
ʱȷεSkinner ʼ磬ʹܣСһΪѾˣⲻһѡ񡣡̧Mulder°ͣ۵ĴҵģװҵԸū
ǵģˡMulderţ΢ЩʣֻǶʵЩȷûκѡҰοֻǱ¶û˵ڵĻ
Mulder飬ʼˣͷȤûҪôֲ࣬ڷ
ˣðʡ
Skinner ̾˿ūشЦšͷ
˵ģǵһ죿룬ţи׼
Skinner ˺üӣһҪһ׼Ȼ˵룬Fox Ҹһ죬Ҳʱȥ׼ֻһֱطաSkinner ˼ؿǡ
Muldeŗͷ۲˰ڵ۾˵ָҵĦͷʱɵط֮ɳǸSkinner Ҫһֱŵγһֳͦ״̬
ʱƺһԵ⡪˸еǡǡūʹ£ǵͷŵʱ
֪ҿƳٵɡSkinner ϵ˵һڱͨˣFox ҽΪܼѵһֱ£Ҿ͸ǰ죬ûʱȥĥԼԼĵķˡ
ʲôMulder𾪵
ûSkinner ϶صͷǽ졣
㣬ˣҲ롭Mulder֣죿⣬㲻ΪôҿԵȼ죬û⣡
Skinner ס죬Ȼָָǰĵذ塣
Mulder´λſϥǣֱͦ򣬵ͷ
úõ˵Skinner ɳƣūԼѡ
죬һ״̬ϣĩܹ׵ؽ״ֻ̬ʣʱѧϰһ㡣壬ϣѾ൱ˣۻڼ䶼Լȫ״ֱ̬Ϊֹ
ǣˡMulderӦû̧ͷ
áSkinner ͷһؾֻڱ˺˵ʱܿڣκʱ򶼲УʲôҪҪҵע⡣סΥؽܵͷҺܿܵƤ޻𣿡
ǣˡMulderͷԿǿɶSkinner ʾжôϲΡ
áڶأûɸʲôҪԱߣһֱSkinnerرǿһ䣬ǺҪҪ㿿ҵϥԣҾͿԴ㣬ҪҲʱʹ㣬κεĲ㡣
ǣˡMulder˵һ뵽ҪʹáͿʼ˷ܡ
Skinner һָū°ϣMuldeŗͷⲢֻ˵˵ѣFox.棬ʱҪԼȫūɫУеԸ˼˵ȥĳµʱ򣬲׼ϻ׼죬Ҳ׼
Mulder˿ڿˮǣˡ˵
ԼԼ˳ӣһSkinner еظƽMulderͷҲҪԶ״̬ǰ߹㡪ҪһĬūܹжѵֻҪһָܹӵ״̬ûۣκεԹޣǲһҹ֮䷢ҪʵĿ꣬ǻкܶ๤Ҫ
˽⣬ˡMulderܹоԼʼÿSkinner ôĶ˵ͻ
˵ıû˿ǵ˵ʱȴúᣬذMulderFox ҪһҪȫҵָʾҪ˵㽫ᷢĴ͸һ顣ǣ㲻ôֻһʹࡣ
Mulderĺɬ޷˵ֻܵͷ
ȥ죬ҸܶĻءSkinner MulderķָūաӮΣҲһر񡣽һĩ׼Ϊھ͸ò졣Ҳ̹Сһ˵㽫һǳϸ񣬳Ҹ㣬͵һڶǴ״̬죬ѿִĻȻ͹ڴߣֱѵʼÿϵй¡ĺܺãô¸ĩҺȿȵʱͿڴϡ
Mulderĳȥûиĳ谮˵ǰֱ¸ô죬һССĿ鶼Уôĵ
Fox Skinner 棬һֱӦҶҵūŷǳ߶̵ı׼õѵڼ佫кܶϸơ
ǵģˡMulder΢ػӦ
Ҷе⣬ΪѾѧȫӣôҾͻиɡ Skinner ˵ϣĵİԼңFox ȷô
ҲǣˡMulderƽ˵
á˹ͬĿ꣬Fox.Skinner MulderϵͷѧĺܺãͿԵõһ˵ںŬھۻʱܹΪеôҾͻӦһҪҪʲôĽϷҵһѵһλðϷҡ
MulderҪǣĴ϶ɹһҹ˯ıˡ˵ͨ죬֪Ѿй¶̫Ļ룬޷ֹԼҪ
Skinner ɫ۾һôãһֱûֹͣMulderͷ
Mulderŵ޷Skinner ܾ⻻һ򵥵ҪSkinnerܺ׾ʹӦˡͻȻʶҪĶܴĳֺҪĺ塣Ҫˣԥʱ
áSkinner ͷ
Mulderķ˸
עҽĶϣŬѧϰҷӡôۻҾͻ㵽ҵĴϡǣFox Skinner ۾ضҪȥ׬ģ˵ǱȻĽ
ǵģˣסҴӦһŬԡMulder˵ܾԼȻôĻش
áSkinner ָָƨɣҵ
MulderѸپλ˸ͷ£ƨ̧ߣ÷˹ע
˲û̿ʼϵѵ෴ϸؼMulder壬ûˣѯʣһָֻMulderΣһֻּū󻬹ĸš
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ʹ𣿡Skinner ӴָĶǼֲиİ£MulderĶڱ򿪡
һ㣬ˡMulderϣŤһ£ƨ̰صһơ
Fox ҵġҪҴҵκβλҪŤС֡Skinner ᶨظڣתҪ׵ؼ㡣
MulderͷSkinner ϥǣƨɾڰСSkinner ƨɼʱ৵غˡ
˵ָĸţ侲̽飬ܺáSkinner Mulderƨɣָĺܺá㱻ƯˣûѿūܺãζҽЩʱ͸Ժ󣬾ֿʹˡܻʹ˵Ӧϰ߱ʹãԽԽáŻΪÿй¡ÿѵס˭Ļаǿһūѵ˵Ը
Skinner ĻMulderоһ壬ʹѵ̱Ӳˡһֱϲּ˳ӵ뷨һtop ĸؽǣSkinner ǵһŽܸؽˡ
MulderSkinner ˴ͷĳ룬̽ͷȥ˴ӳóһССġӲĺƤ
Skinner ͷüFox 㴦״̬ʱҪһֱ۾¡̵ظ
Mulderҧ촽ͷֱϡûҪıǰװʱ࣬ܳɹҪ¡Skinner ߹ŬԼ״̬͸ӵʹࡣ
ɾ㹻ˡ
糿Ĵϸġ
Skinner ûаҲûؽ״ֱ̬ӻӽMulderƨϡ
ShitMulderһƨֱʹصһ
ѵڼ䱣ְ˵Ҳ̡ҲٴSkinner ȻúҪĹͷƵٶĴţʲôFox ʣһֻMulderΣץסұߵ⣬ÿһȫ͵Mulderϡ
ūˡMulderش𣬾ŲŤ
ʲôSkinner ʣİߺƨϣMulderѾ֪Ƿܼسȥ
ǸowūˣOwwwMulderкŻش
ʲôһŹMulderϡ
ԼڣarghҪˣMulderԼĳŤʵ̫ˡ
ʱͣMulderоSkinner ƶһ£תץסߵ⡣
ڣ˵ĻеϣMulderѾֹͣ˶˵
ٶ˵һʲôSkinner ˵
ūˡMulderŽͷ
񣿡
ΪOwֱ˳֧аġ
ݣ
ʲôǣˣֻһūMulder֧Ľ룬ˣҪǴͬһط㡣MulderţκҪˡ
ǲͷʲôطūҪȫܣSkinner ʡ
ǵģˡMulderػش
ΪȥڽܳͷʱǰһԼֵֶΣFox ˡSkinner ˵ڿʼĴ򣬲ΪĽΪĿ֣ȫԼжô˺ɡƺΪMulder֤һ㣬Skinner һĽÿһεĹĿ궼ͬһϡ
MulderϢţʹSkinner Ļ̵Ӱ졣
סFox 㻹ҪѵһüĿγ̣ǻһһεظֱȫѧΪֹڣΪԼط׬һЩĹע
Skinner ҵŹMulderϣֱMulderκ£˵κλֻҪֻλϣֻҪʹġȼյƨɡѾ׵һġȫ˳ӵūŬŴʹѳһӦķ
Skinner ߹й״̬Ļʼ¿ЩSkinner ū˿κηʽͷֻҪˡԼȲֹҲܿ˻һֱΪֹMulderֻһūҪʲôܣѲ෴ˡMulder˵ֻҪԸ⣬κηʽʹ
ͻȻĴֹͣˡMulderע⵽ڼо˼ūݵĺʱûиоĴ
úá糿ѧһЩSkinner ۡ
ǵģˡMulder˵Լľƣһ־磬ȷǷҪ뿪
Skinner ƺϿһ㣬˵ȵƽȣȥƻ״̬ܺãϲɫӰSkinner ʹƨɣMulderȥվڷĽܿչʾеĺƨɡ
Mulder´ķԸȥֱվţǽƨһˡѾϰ壬չʾʹƨȴһЩԵԡƨϺɢһһˣů䡣
Լ15ӣSkinner ´ߵ
˾סΣķָصظʹ⣬ȻMulderϣҪȥ׼ҵϴˮҵëŪȡȻԻصҵĺͰɫT档Щȫ󣬾վſڵţϴΪҲɣΪҴ¡ȻҳԷʱ͹ߣҳ꣬ʰҵ̺ͿԳԼ֮͡ٹߵţֱҪһķFox һ£Skinner ƽ˿Ķ䣬ŵʱǱȽϲ㲻Ҫǣؾֻһˣԣеκεطʼʹ߿ʼΣվһߣ߸ıһơҲϣֱõɲô޷
ȥ΢һһЩʹҲǿԽܵġУҪ䣬ҲҪõҵɣ԰ȥȻٰػصߣӦþҪ̫ͻǷһע⵽㣬ҿ㱣֤һᡣ
˵ʱMulderţƺص״̬˳Skinner˵ͷǣˡش߼¹̶Ľϡ
Skinner ǰʱһ
Fox Ǵ¸ңͲԼġϲ㣬ҽٴϲ̸˵ֳԡSkinner ضūЦ˵ҾûҪʧȥЩ֪˵ֳĬҪ¸ѣǣһҪȥѧϰķӿγ̡
ǵģˡMulder˵Skinner ĻƵʹԣͷؿSkinner ļϡ
áSkinner ߵصƨɣʼж
Mulder̷ɿܽԡңԡȷˮ˺ҳSkinner ë򿪵ů¯
Skinner ߽ԡأƴؿסԼҪβȥָĳ嶯ת˵ķԸصҡ
ڱڳҵSkinner ĻɫǷڴϣȻٴױ̨óT ڿ㣬࣬˵˶ЬֻصԡңSkinner ԡʱѸǰëסˡžηΪ˲ɣûд󵨵͵ǣһֱæԼĹ
ԺϡٵëסˣرϸëǲɡSkinner ʱ϶Ǿǵһηֵ㣬ԴеǳԾ
Ϊ˴ҪֵͥĶࡣMulderĽڿ˺ɫĳϡ̲סعעڰɫڿһֱ涺᲻뿪ãŽSkinner T ݸSkinner ڴϣMulderеΪ϶࣬ϵ˶ЬȻ˳ӵظ߳ң
Ĭ˵ܲϰߣMulderһԿSkinner Էʱ룬Ȼֵȴؽȫע˵ҪϣһӣΪ֭ΪĿͿϻ͡
εʧȥԼһЩģйطӵı׼ͨڻԾĴԡеһεת䣬һܵףת䣬MulderϣʱԶͣһ̡
ȫSkinner 鷿
Skinner ڰ칫Mulder˳ӵعߣ°Ϳߴ˵ϥϡ
ã˯룬ԶĬţSkinner ֪ǻȥǷпż͵͵ﵽ¥ȥĳˡ
Skinner ӲĴ°ĸоּ򵥵Ŀ֡ȫעصȴȥ׽һǣͷϵһᴥֻһϵº͵ָ
Ѿľۻ뺯ͳȥˡSkinner ͷū΢Ц
ҵľۻᣬˣMulderظһ䣬ֱ
ȻľۻᣬСｫչʾҫĵطSkinner ԳԵЦš
仰MulderŬԼΪֲĻԵĲ
Ѿ绰֪ͨ˸ˣֻһòϵ롣Skinner һҽ˵ŰдŷϣдݾͿԷŽȥˡݸMulderһűдһЩ͵ַ
MulderһССı
ūSkinner ʡ
ЩˣˡʶеһЩMulderش𣬸е쳣裬ƺĴǰtops. 
Skinner ۾濴Mulderʲô𣿡
ˡǵģˡMulderͷҵű
Skinner ߴ١
ҵƢ̫ãˡMulderϣǣҡţǲһֱܺãˡǷֵʱҿһ㣬ڳʵرҵĿ
ǣSkinner ıԵú䵭
Mulderҧ촽Ҵûټǣˣ⡣
ǣһμʱǷһMulderʽļ˵ָǲtops. ھۻмʱ㽫ģ˳ӵģҵߡΪǻܸ˼սĽɫǲǣSkinnerʡ
Mulder̾˿ÿһӢ綼ַǳ뷨䶯ǵģˡ˵
ӦøеSkinner 𣬡ҾǡǺһʱʧˡ֤ǿֻҪȷԳΪһϸūǽĽңҵūк㽫һСƵĸFox Ϊҷ񣬷еǰtopsҪµsubsҲҪΪҷΪе⣬ĶҪǵģ˵ѣСһĺܺá
MulderƵصͷԼԴ˿Ǻްա
ϳϵļ֣DCйؼplayers.ʵϣSkinner ľۻĶһЩ֤Skinner ȦһǳҪˡȦԵplayer뵽һ㣬ɵظеһ˿Ժǣһ뵽ҪЩµĹǰչʾ壬͸ǣԼӵĻȻеֵĿ־塣
ĳ£
ʧˣ
Mulder̲סزҼȥ
Skinner һݸż򵥵뺯ڰɫĿƬúɫдһūҪڣעķװҪǡ⡱ϷҽΪǵֶţβҲһͬעͣṩ֡
ʲôˣMulderʡ
ʲôȻ㣬Сһѵб𣿡Skinner ԳԵЦţеūͷ
MulderһۻĸоȻ˵ĳЩ뷨
ɺSkinner ϺȻ¥ȥ
ҷطͨܿաSkinner ëݸMulderȻʼ˶ǹյʱһСݣװҲرʱ֡ס˸ϲȥܹݡҲͱ˷ϻطرʺҡ
Mulderͷ˵һֱͷ¡ֱϷŶͷˡ
ȥ𣿡Skinner һʣһ߰ȷڴϣѹȣMulderŻɫӾΡ
ˡֻͨܲӾ
Ǻܺõ˶ܲԹؽ˵ܹǿˡSkinner ˵ʹܲԴﵽͬЧҲϥӰ졣
ܲΪ˶ˡMulder˵
ΪʲôSkinner ؿū
ǡΪӱܣˡMulder͸¶ܲʱҿҵͷʧҸоҺƯҾɡ
Ƿʱ̫ܵ죬̫ԶΪõһǿҵĴ̼Skinner ʡ
MulderϷ쳱ǵģˡϡ
ûһtop Բͬķʽṩִ̼ʱͻܲˣǲǣ Skinner ֳֻǽϣ˦һȣMulderɫ۾רע
˷ǳ˽ҡMulder˫ۻסԼθѹűSkinner ĻѵĿ־Сûб˽Ҳûκʱ˼ȥ˽ʵûиᡣ
MulderоһӲγɡʱһʪҹȥܲСʱΪʱӦѾڰûԵȫһʲô˼ĵط
Skinner ƺҲȥͬĵطӵķʽ⾪ŵˡܵص㣬Ѿϰ˶һʹķʽִSkinnerҪȥҪһȥվߡ
MulderȷԼǷܹһ
ͷһ£ԿɳܣֻΪѰһͷԵĵ·Ҫ֮Ѱһ壬޷ҵֻǿԼSkinner ָһͬ;ִܹͬһط
ͺҪһصȸмڸᣬͬʱҲΪе־塣
Fox Skinner һǣͻȻ˼ȻܲҪõҵҿܲͬ⡣ڼ䣬ԿʹЩеһʹǡͬҲ̸ǵķסϲλӸ߶ȣʹõԼһЩҽ̸ĶʱͿԳʱÿ̨е׼á
Mulderֵ˵ͷһЩʵĶռĴеɡ
ڽ̤ǰSkinner ٵ˶ȻڻеԼָеƶһϸľϰ
˵ĺˮʹ⣬ͿһͣSkinnerĸܸ˵ҲMulder̵ӡ
Skinner ԵЦҪ޴򷴿ūɲģҲͱ뱣Լġԭ˵˫ūϽӹëMulderͷ
ע⵽˵˫ҪĥˡMulderƲ⡣
ԣ㣬ͻСһ㣬СһSkinner գգ۾صMulderƨɣūʹС
ǻصԢ
Skinner Mulderϴʱ򰲾عţMulderȫӣǣֻعӣͷ޷ǰ״̬ĴԲƽһֱ롪Skinner ôô˽
ǰtopsһЩʲô鷿Щļʲô
Mulderð̧ͷ鷿ķ̽ȷŵֻк̵ܶһξ롣סһܵ鷿ſڡһԼˣһתִţȻż˽ȥ
ļSkinner İ칫ϡ
ûмκҺͲĵطڹлϷʱ
Mulder˿ʱʶӦôطûʲôֻͬǱĺЩͬЩطðΣգһֻð˴ŭΣաǣΪʲôø±ЩϼҪţ
MulderطһļͬʱһֻСĵ¥ݵĽŲţֻҪһŲܻȥ϶üSkinner Υ
ļSkinner дģıʼMulderѡ
ٵطһ飬Skinner һϸдڣʱ䣬;ȷMulderϳһtopsĻ
ʹ۾ƺ˵ĻMulderһڴ̣֪𣿼ʹӵʱҲҡͺһսΪҴûӮÿκһҶָоԶֻһtop
MulderĬĬض⼸仰֪ǲ򵥵ļ仰˽ǰĿֻħƵĶšЩǳ׼ȷֻǸеȣȻû跨Լεĸá
Foxһ
ʱMulderеëסˣһֻץס󾱣գõè
ܹоSkinner վůҡޣΣա
ˡļСĵذŻԭȻתϥ£SkinnerĽţҺܱǸˡС˵
ûУ㽫ᡣSkinner ôѥӵĽţ̧Mulder°ͣMulder˫ڣΣյ۾
ĳǲǣһԻ˵ۡ
Mulder޷Ƶز룬ˣҽ͡
ҴᣬSkinner ˵Һݺݵر޴֮ǰ
ˡMuldeŗͷŻˣ㣬ĺܱǸұ֤Ҳᷢˡ
ǵģѧԺ󡣡Skinner ˵
ţϵأMulderǰץסⲻǹFoxڹУΥʲô಻ǿնв㼸Ҫ֮ĻԼһЩζĹѵ⣬羯ҪдĵʲôģͲ¡ʱҷһѵĴҪѵŻãңðFBI ϳȥʶңķǺ㽲ҴԼôԣǿұдԡҾһɵˡ룬ǿܸһЩССĲ㡣
ŴӡMulderţ˵ֽץסһֻèצ䱻Ż˵󣬡ǵģˣдԵģȷʵ
֮⣬ΨһֻиָĳͷѵϣͬǡSkinner ˵
ܹMulder˵۾棬ҽӴSkinner ۾ңǶЧġǵкܶվSkinner İ칫ѵ⣬Ǻ޲Լܹʧ۵ֻҪٰѵͺá
ڡǵȫͬˡSkinner Ử
MulderԾ̧ͷ΢Ц˽һС
ǵģFox ֻҪһ뵽ԱȥôʱΥҵҳʲôȷʵǳһСSkinner վϷҵǿŵġȥǰ档Fox Skinner ýŽסū¹ķʽǰЩͬҪѹϥϣֱ۷ڵذϣһʵıӦýӴذ塣ϣ㱣ƣֱӦõĳͷҰƽڣҽڴߣģʵġ㿴ҵӣҲ㡣ڣȥһ
Mulder뿪鷿Ҳҵ󣬸ϽϷȥ
ûSkinner վߴϷҵţе㲻ϰߡż⾴η˽ƹ
ע⵽̵ţʱоĿ־Ⱳκʱ򶼶ࡪȹݣѪˣScullyһǹҪ˿־塣֮ǰ⡣Mulderɵؿʼ
֪Skinner ˶೤ʱ䣬Ȼоһôã಻ᳬʮӡ
ʱ˵ĽŲϷ뽫ַؿԼĿ־壬ҡ
Ųͣ
Mulderס
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ҵҪҵĶ𣿡Skinner ͳƽ
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һҲ֡Skinner һFox ҴЩļѧ˺ܶй˳ӵĻ룬ϲϷǣûþͨ۲ȥ6 Ĺѧġ֪㾭˯ΪʱһȦ֪㾭ԷΪҿֻǲŪʳȴ֪ħ֣ΪԼɥļϿӰ֪֮䣬ΪҶı档֪ʱŵԨΪпһС
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ǻûꡣSkinner ᶨظҾͷ֮ǰҪ˽ϢЩļѧЩʲô
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֪Skinner һŤЦݣ㽫ǣFox.һ㽫ΪʲôԼôʱ䡣ļǴģtopsȷʵϲ㣬е˶˵ǾǳɰƺֻѡǷļ
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ǣˡMulderĹʧϥ
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MulderվһӺԾظоһַֻͷϡ
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MulderŷԸ̧ͷû˫ǿһеİС
ˣʹɫġ㱣ִ֤̼ǿҵУСPhoebe˽Σ˽⡣νǲͬģҡSkinner Mulderգ촽
Mulderſ죬Ҫ˵ͷSkinner ЦƿҪһʱΪʽ׼Fox.ʼʱ㽫Ѿ׼ˡڣҳͷ֮ǰҪƷһԺҪ̴塣
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ǵģˡMulder̾˿
Ҫ֪Skinner ס°ͣÿ춼Ҫ򣬵ǣܺúõضȹÿһ죬ҪԼ׬ĳͷһֵܿ¡ңҪҸĳͷȥһżӲʱͻ÷ǳڡ3 죬ĿǰΪֹÿ춼ΪԼ׬˶ĳͷ
һŬһ㣬ˡMulderӦ
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Ҫʹÿһ𣿡Mulderʣصûؿڡ
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Skinnerֱϵδδŵ룬ʱˡ
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ȥ裬ȻϷҡҪSkinnerͣ¶һ˿΢Цװ㡣˵ңFox
Mulderſڻعͷ
㽫ǡSkinner
MulderоθڲȻͷ˳ȥ
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ҪSkinner򿪹ӣóĳĶ
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MulderԵĿ־Ŵ졣ֵĿSkinnerһССģɫϵ黷ϡ
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Mulderع
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SkinnerԼεһµĸ߶ȣӸµĶū
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Mulderоıƽ˫ɼ䡣
Skinnerĸ첲ԽMulderأֱС˭Skinnerʡ
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SkinnerMulderƨϣ˺ܾãȻƿˡ
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Fox Skinner ڴؿMulder֪˵Щʲô
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Ըѵ·Donald촽һ޵˵šʡ
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FoxSkinner ַūļϣʵϣΪ㿴ƯָỬ˿֯ƷȻ㲻ϲҲͲҲıƷζҪ˫ܽܲС
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Skinner תתףǾǱԭ򡣡
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ScullyĴһĺѡΪʲô㣿 Skinnerʡ
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ԣǰX֮ǰôΪʲôôԭ򡣡
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Skinner ʼ磬绰ŻؿڴȻһڿȣôʡ
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MulderţǸԵƽԼָʱ̿ʼֱͣȫĲ֪ʹ֮ǰǷ㹻ʱԼﵽ߳ǣ̾ʹǸͷSkinner߹׼Լ϶˻֪Ƿ
Mulder󻬼ŻԼĿڴȴ֪ðѱ׷ģûʲô۵ĵط󣬿־ڵ˽ᷢû׼áǣλãֳڲǽϣƨɣſȣʵĽ״׼ȴ˵ĹעȻֽѱ׷ԼıϣSkinner֮ͿԺѾĿˡ
Ƶȴ˺üӣоǺüСʱʼеڣϴּĴű򿪵˿ǹϵģܲûϣʹMulderӽţ˲SkinnerһˣţһԿϴּתȻˣûʲôþȵģǿ϶Skinner ѽԿףڰԿס
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оһֻڰΣȻǱױ˺һЩŬҪƽĸšַԼϣΰܽĸЩоSkinnerϤӲĳȻ󻬹ʱ˿ַŻǽϹ̶ԼȻվţˡ˿ʼƶʱ
Skinner ȷʵ˵ģץסMulderΣԼѸٵس벢˳һҶٵش̣ūͣشǿ٣³һѪģƻԣʾ˵
˵ʳʱMulderþе־ܽԼֳǽϣȻͻȻģˡ
оSkinner ߳Ȼ˳
MulderվúתͻȻӿһǿҵҪȥȷϸոʹ
һİˡȻԼSkinnerֵС
Skinner ±ףӽţ·һ仰Ҳû˵
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MulderȥɿšSkinner ŵ£ҴĳˡصūƶˮƽϣMulder˵ļ
еֵ塣һʼMulderԼһ϶ѺƵ죬ȻһϸµķʽūҪ˭ġ
Ӻ󣬵Mulderصʱ򵥡̧ͷ΢ЦŻӭū
¼ˡΪʱؼˣ˵𣿡
ʲôMulderӴǸոհݵĳʵɫֱSkinnerľٶͺûзƵġ
˯ˣSkinner һüë
㾭ô𣿡MulderʣǸ⡣
ϣһҵģۺʱֻҪʹңҾͿʹ㡣
ڣ㿴ƣ롣ҪۻȻҵĹԢԣҽǻȥɡ
ҡҵ˼ǣǲǻпܡMulder֧֧˵۾ϣ
ûУ׬Ҵϵһϣ֪ġSkinner һе΢Цҵ˼Ҳ˵áǣҪϰΪÿ϶ᷢġ
ûУMulder˵
ˣʶSkinnerǻؼʱͣشźǷԺŰաȻ·ֵĺûκֵ鷢һߵӵʱΪ˴ӽǺͿ־нѳԼĳŵǣһҲеڡ
αϣŵǴһֵʱֵ˵ǿ׳򦣬¡ǰMulderԼĸû۾˺еһӲ飬ǰûиоôҸ
ǻص˹ԢSkinnerֱӻԼķȥûʱһڣҲϣϰߡȥ·ķңӺҾȥ
Mulderˡѵ·عıڳȻ߹¡
ӺSkinnerˣMulderͷϡ Skinner΢Цˣظͷã˵ɣ˵ʲôҶ㣬ҲܵκεĳͷʹĻҵݡҶĴͬϣֵһ
ǣˡMulder۾һᣬǣʵ̫ˡ
Skinner ϥ
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Skinner ذڴϣñסMulderͷͷϣ̾˿о촽Ȼſȥ
SkinnerͣصƣĬںڰС
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Skinner һ߶籨һĿȡֽʱһֻеֻū塣
MulderϲϲSkinnerָĸ򦣬ԽǰɦǶͷڵĻʱرϲʹ㹻ɫ飬ǣûжൽҧǿסеĳ̶ȡ
Skinner ūҲʴȣеĻѹȻڴϣһǿ׳ֱӵ
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Mulder֪װ뿪ⴱԢʱSkinner һȥ𣿵˴װжô˧ʱĿʼԾôܼо֪Щİ׳ô˷ܵʱSkinnerڹʱԴڶԴʲôͬMulderиģǸ٣ʱҪ𣿡MulderôΪģϣıˡ
һǰһΰԼͶ뵽ūƶʱ˵ĲΣԼҪSkinnerͼĲİȫĲӡ֪Լĸı̵ģڽһڵʱ˾͸ıһ˵sub һ׵ū
Skinner ȷʵϸ񣬵ͬʱҲĺͰġMulder֪Ҫҵκһ
߱һеtopжôѡҸҪǣSkinnerò˽MulderڸеȫͬʱҲеԼסˡ
֪ûа취ܹʱֳ嶯ȻڡǣѵҪӷõ𣿹ƨһЦ˵һϤĿ־徾סࡪڹʱSkinner ʧˣ˾̫鷳ҪôͱҪȥ뿪Ѿоһĵط˾λϷңԶԶض󡣱ЩǣͱҪ뿪ˣǸԼһεˡ
ģSkinnerһƵҪһūκεѣǣMulder֪ԼҲҲκһˣκһϲSkinner һϲˡϵ֪SkinnerʾȨ֮ǰѾ㹻ʱˡ
ͻȻģгһ˯˱ľһūоһɼʵĲӿͷֻһεģ֪֮ǰ˭ռݹ¥ϵǼūԢ
Mulderͣҧ촽ʧԼɫ˼άİʾСSkinnerָش촽ǵѪ֤ʱһ
ΪʲôSkinnerʣͷūȻõһεѪ
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Skinner ſش𣬵MulderǵѾ֪ˡʱҶȻͻеķŭȻͻᶪҡǾͱҪ֮ľ֪йġͣ
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ӵģMulder˽
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Mulderǿ˵ͷ
ʲôSkinnerʡ
Mulder룬Ȼѿ˵ĵģūϷʲô£ˣ˵ҲֹͣӵУǷأϷʲôڿ롭ͬҲܷϡ
Skinner ̾˿Mulderһ˵в׽Լı顣
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ǽһźΪͻ졣Skinner۵һĹҽ컹иƻ
ʲôļƻMulder֪ǽŻ˷ܣҲ߶С
ҪġڣſϸĩҵıֽҲҪϸĩһңҵĻ䣬ƨһܺõıֽܣSkinnerԳԵЦţԸūλ
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ǣFoxSkinner±ֽƣ̾˿ȴǹġ
˵ƨϵıɫʱҪ㣬ˡMulder˵
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ǡSkinnerͷĵصȴҪ˵Ļ
ҡǻȥϣܹоǸϣжܹʲôҿܻǡMulderߵسϣ֪ϲʲôˡһѾȫϡһǡǡ㡭Mulder˿ٴαңˣпܻҰMulder跨ɥʧ֮ǰһ˵˳
ڲҪʱҪƷҵζ˵ʵڵģҪ𣿡Skinnerһüë
Mulder˵ʵˣҲϲ̹УֻΪÿεʱ򣬶ҼʲôôҿܾͲһЩ޴ˡ˵
Skinnerһôá
Mulderĸˡ
SkinnerѱֽŵһߣȻժ۾
Mulderֿʼҧ촽֪Skinner Σһֱ˲۾ʱηSkinner Ǹ˿۾ʱеǿȱ嵭ˡûǣᣬ⣬ҲΪеȫͷųԵø˾η
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MulderŵȥĿ⣬SkinnerӱܣҡSkinnerץס°ͣ꣬ҵġҿժָظMulder黷ָӹMulderõMulderľԼץסMulder֣ŽָָٵߣǸƽƷ
ܹƿеı־ļǺţǣⲻκεĲȻȻҵġSkinnerַMulderĿϣĺ۾MulderţSkinner һֻƵMulderԺָūŨܵķMulderҶ룬һֱ쵽Mulder
Mulder˵ؽеǳģʾС
Skinnerշſʱڴڵشоԣϥ
Ҫҵ˼ϲϱעҵȨSkinner ֿЦ˵һָ軭ЩɫıǣһֵֻĴָʳָؼѹMulder۵ͷ
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Skinnerһֻ黷ݼ䣬ͷµصûг
MulderоӲˣţץס˵ļ
ڣSkinnerϷ̧ͷҲ׵ؽĵģū SkinnerֲֻMulderŨܵķУȻרעؿ۾ôԼɣҽ첻㡣㿴ﻹһЩ¶һֳŵİʾMulderоøӲˡ
ʲôˣʣԤǣΪʲôSkinnerа취ֱ߽ϣ
糿ѵѾеһ֡ˣʣµǲݡSkinnerһаЦݣMulderθš
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Mulderæ´ܵڳǰҳո·˻
Էӵڴ߹۾ӳʵݸˡ
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Muldeŗͷ۾æµе̽ﵽЩʲô
ԿSkinnerһСԿסȻʾMulderԿϵMulderľϡ
ЩĹߣFoxһֵͳԸУ˵MulderøӲˡΨһһѣҪĲϣҪˡMulderţôң
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ӵŰĲ޵˿˿ϵĸMulderĺͣٵĶ
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Mulderʪ̽ĺУϵظһִոµľʽɫƤӺȡĺĺСǸ̵֣ģͭϵ֣֡Foxһĺ񣬺ϵһMulderƤı£Ƥǿζ
ϲ𣿡SkinnerٴͷЦūķӦ
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ƤһִʹSkinnerͬظӰ췶ΧܻһЩ
ϣ˼סMulder˵˿ĭ
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ִӺȡһƷһޡ⻬ɫƤϸСɫMulderٵߣľϷ֡
ȻMulderСĵؽǷŻغ̧ͷʱòƴգ۾ֹ۾лл㣬ˡ˵
һܾ֮ͲҪлˡSkinnerڿ˵ôǶӦΪеЩʩϴ񣬲𣿡
Mulder©һģеģˣػӦÿһֶҪ𣿡
ǵȫSkinnerػش𣬡ÿһֹ߶Լ͸оûҳÿһֵĸоʹǣôΪ˵ʧְġȥͷūȻſҵУFox
Muldeŗͣͷдһʺš
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ϣȻԼҲСĵſȥ忿ͷϣ°һſ޳֫ҵһʵλãźƵԼţƨϸоSkinner̵֣ģļƤʼ衣
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SkinnerֿЦˣԼӦ𣿡һüë
ĶԣֲɵӡMulderŽͷͷ
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һSkinnerѽŵһߣ֧ܿԲеη塣
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ϸ˵Skinnerƨһơ
Ǽģʹoh fuckʹҪ룬Ҫ٣ˣ
˵Ҫÿһֹ߶׵ĲԡSkinner ѹסMulderı൱ؽƤӦMulderѸٱƨϡ
Oh shit  oh fuckMulderǿӲ䶯
SkinnerͣMulder̾˿ǻֻʱģӺоSkinnerٴν͸Ĩƨϣǣ顣
ҪĨˣSkinnerһǿѹһ̣һָǿҵʹϮ塣ޣϵۡʹľ˲ܿƵسȫʱֻҧסͷҵƨŻˣ룬Ź룡
Skinnerץס壬ֿʼ
һ³ʱʹMulderţ֪Skinnerûʹֲƨϵ͸ʹÿһô򶼱һʹɹ˵תֶħƵͷôڶˡMulderģͽķʽ֪һΪˣϵۣˣ㣡
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أSkinnerֳ
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СSkinner۾οMulderϻڣʲô
ͣˣMulderϣؽ顣SkinnerôĿ죬ûƤֽһҵŹOwʹ͡
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СɽƤޣˡMulder˵
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MulderǺõģһִʹûдƤаײоļֳչĺһǿҵİĦ˸еʹȴһֵֿʹMulder̾˿̹˵SkinnerСɽƤĺýƤһģ𽥵ؼӿٶȣʱMulderѾǺбˡʼŤ䶯ӲΪ˵õͷŶƴս
Ҹʱ䣬ǿĸࡣSkinner˵ȻСɽƤޣŻ˺ΪĹ߽Եкڰһ档ֿЦ˵Mulderеʹİʾԡá󣬵ǺʲٵġޣԵػӶ
ֹ߻ƿ˻˻ʱMulderȴˣOh shitع档
ţܲ𣿡SkinnerõͳĶ˵
ˡMulderشץסͷ㣬ˣҵƨѾŻˡ
ôӦðøһ㡣Skinner˼״SkinnerȥȡаƷʱMulderĳȥȻҪְ͸౻Mulderȼյϣ˵ֱ̫ˡ
Mulderʼ޴ĻҪˡ㣡
СҪȷܳ˽ĵλٴοʼSkinnerޣһֻȻMulderȻֱۣһҵػ͵Mulderƨϡ
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ҽȥSkinnerٴλӶޣһУFoxң˭ģЩһ
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оˣȻȫͣSkinner ȶıʱֻܻ
ƯСܺõĽѵ𣿡SkinnerʣȻ޷Żغһºϡ
ǵģˡMulderԺػش
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ȻSkinnerͷ촽Mulder̵ϣһ
SkinnerĴӡļһȵǺۣͺĴô湹ɵģ֪ǿңɫĸоSkinnerؿҧ壬Mulderܻһ֧С
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MulderţַSkinnerļϣˡoh fuck ̫ˡSkinnerشӲͬʱþ޴ǿӲͷԵáݹʱ̲סؽк
MulderѾسܳܵķΧѾһĸйٵĿܣʹͿнһ쳣ĥͷŶˡ
֪ľ˴ϣͷSkinnerؿϣһš
ʱȻһ𣿡Skinnerͷ
һMulderƵĻش𡣡Oh shitЩǴĶѧģ
SkinnerƬ̣ϵڶγΪˡ˽֮ĲFoxҲһϰϵڰ칫ҵĳƺǣĵλжβ࣬ԣڹʱڹôƺһͣƺΪһԽΪǣ㱣֤ǲɽܵġ
ҲˣˡMulderڿ־в㻹ûлشҵ⡣ð׷һ䡣
ҡǴһλмѧġSkinner΢Ц˵ѧϰĹ̾һ࣬һ˲䣬˸С
Mulderüͷģ⾿ʲô˼˵ҵ˼ǣӦôûsubˣԾʣ˾
Skinner΢ЦֽMulderͷ̫ˣūкͺȻָָǰĵذ塣
MulderŬͼ̧ĽţļͲԵָӣײײع´뵽¹λС
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ǵģˡMulderͷ۾Ĵġǰֵȴĳ˵뷨ܹɫ顣ʼԼһʽͣһ˵ÿһҪ뷨˷ܡ
FoxSkinnerͷģæ̧ͷҲ˵ӣūӡĹ˷֮ǰһֻ֣ⲢζҪȴ㡣ֻ˵ǰһֵĺãͿڴһϷĻҽӵ״̬Уϰѵγ̡ĩѾΪĳЩԵԭ޷ˣϣ˽⽫Ϊһģʽ
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ôΪ𣿡MulderԾ̧ͷĺԼԼԸ̫Ǻϡ
ǵģСȻΪǣҲΪʲôһֺڴҲ·ȥSkinner΢Ц˵ڣȥɣūҿڴڽСʱķFox
Mulderǰԡҵ;ͣ
Ϊһūһĸ飬һѵϷϷÿķΪУһССģְķҿūġSkinner˵ǿңMulderòץסſԼ̱
ͷºеһӲ顣Ҫ˱ͬĸĶ¶ҪеĶעڽСʱūСMulderSkinnerԡǰ׼֪ϲëȣȻ˽ԡء
Skinnerº̾˿MulderԷӵԡر߹¡Ҫ۾ĺѣϲˮµĳ壬ĬĬسǰûôʵظеŵ㡣ܣSkinner뷨ȥȥ´ָʾҪ㡣
MulderˣSkinnerķΧڹ
SkinnerƬ̣ǿҵ£MulderеԼ忪ʼ졣
ʲôˣðһ䡣
ûУֻϲҵSkinnerº͵˵ҲͬΪϲ顣
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ǵģFoxûιһtopǶȴƨɺ£𣿡Skinnerʡ
Mulderҧס촽оңˡָ֪ҹȥʲôԼ˶ʲô
ǵģ֪Skinner˼һ㣬ȡˣǿͷϵͳΡһЩԼĴֲڵı޴򣬶ǵǿȡͬҲһЩ΢ūֻۣεĸؽ֮ͼؾܾˡ
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磿MulderܹоԼѪٴӿ
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ŵ𣿡Skinnerʣרעؿ
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һԼܵMulderŬѹסڻıտ־֢ĸо
㱻ʱҾԲ뿪㡣Skinnerǿҵ˵һֺΪҲʾ԰ȫ¶ǵĮӡҰʲô£һԶǰȫģFox
˵MulderһСС΢Цǵģˣ֪
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Mulder˿ĭżˣҲ̫ϲϡ
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Skinner ֿЦˣĳЩѹˡ۵˵⣬ǸĲλ޴Fox
MulderϢûУޣϵۡˣ㡭ҵ˵
Skinner֣ΪǸոһСʱǰŴЭ飬ͬ⵱Ҫʱҵģ𣿡
MulderѾȫͦͷоһɽ߳Ŀв˳ˢ塣
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Լ档ݡSkinnerӶһֻ֣ҵٴθ߳ҪȷܼһᡪҪܹۿȤ
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ˡûҪMulderͶSkinnerһɱ˵۹⡣
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MulderַϣؼѹûеõκλӦShit룬һֱʱ׼ڣõʱȴһһĺ»֣ȻûκηӦMulderеһʹܵĺӿ塣
FoxSkinner쳣ºͣ۾
Mulder˵ˡ
ͷõġڣͷ촽Ȼָ壬ڸ㣬ʾ㡭
̾͵õԵػӦMulderϸеһֲȷ˷ܡ
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ڲҪҪذڶҪƶΣȷĹˡڣľӣȻµؿڡкMulderԵظоʼվˡ
ͣȥֻҪ˵ķӡǶôСҪȥ˿ӻжôĿ֡ǶôϲϲߡSkinnerʧˣMulderڲͣƶ֣ǣоԼ壬Լ
MulderܹSkinnerΪĻ񡪡ſȣʪͷĶϣ촽͡
ˣԴSkinnerͻȻĻþУȻ۾㴥Լʱ򣬰ں
Mulderְסʱ۾ˣʵٴθʱƬ̵ʱеȻİҵλá
Skinner۾İͣMulderȡ˵ʵ˷ӦˣʣȫͦļӲ״ﻬȻšһֻ۵ͷ
ǵģFox ǳáSkinner¶ݶЦҪͣҪ
MulderͷȻͻȻʶָоǶôǿңһֱһֱ¶֢
е˷ܣرǣҪʱҲ˸е˷ܡҶ϶SkinnerǼӲĸ״һҲѾˮ档
MulderţͷûܴSkinner϶뷨Լ壬ҳ鶯ʱвһSkinnerӲ͵ؽĻ桪Լ帲ס¶壬ʾٶֱ˿ūĿֻ֣ԼĿ֡뷨˷ܡĴΪ˷ˣϲʹ¶壬SkinnerϲķףԸ
MulderܹԼĴϢѾ˱߽磬ˣʡ
ǵģūҵءSkinner
Mulderɿƶͳϣԡҵĵذϡ
Mulderֻþƣͷؿ
ãǳáSkinnerʶ̾˿ڣѵذһ£Ȼ
Mulder˵ˣȻԡر߹¡
ҲȻϴңϴԼSkinner
Mulderæץ˵ǰȻʼͿĨ߰ëϲǳʪļζʱشǰôʱҪ촽ѹЩȡһССǼǲܵġ
SkinnerһŤõ΢ЦūͶ룬ȫͿĨúʾMulderˮ
Mulderˣ˫ȼСëSkinnerغɫļһȦһȦ˸ĵʱSkinnerϻһЩĺۼһЩӾԶĴˣıϺĴϡMulderǵȫȻ̧ͷ
Խˣһֵ͵͵ʡ
ǵģFoxSkinnerƽصͷ
ǰҪʡMulderָЩ̺ۣҲҡ
ԶʣSkinner˵ץסMulderֻ֣Ǳ
һش𡣡
ᣬˡ˵ĺأ𣿡Mulderָİ
ǵģһˡSkinnerʼ磬һˡͻȻԵú˸УMulderԼߴˣԼ촽˵촽ϡȻǸطſԲˡ˵
ҪǸСSkinner˵Mulderһǡ
˵ͷĿʱMulderůˮͳʪ˫صĸоû
Ҫ˽㡣Ӻ󣬵ǷֿʱMulder¶ô˽ңȴȻһա
ȵʵʱ򣬱Skinnerشµ˽ңҪܣ֪ȴԣҵļСūк΢ЦŷMulderϵͷ
Mulderһ΢Ц˶ҷǳġ˵Ȼͷ˱Skinnerͷ
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롭Mulder΢˿һЩȻָ˼Ӳʹ𣿡ʡ
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MulderֿЦˣǵģˣԡҵĵӵµȡ
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ǡMulderҧס촽ˡֱҵڸо㣬ûκζ֮䣬ġϡ
Skinnerһ߿Ļһ߸Ĵȣǳŵһ֣Fox ˵
ǸɾġMulderϣ˵
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ǵģˡMulderʧ̾˿
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Mulderץס˵ĴȣSkinnerϣŪűܹ뵽ȷλáȻͷ˳ؽȥһɵĶǼӲĸ״ϡ֪ͣʱ˭ľȻЩSkinner
ShitMulder˿
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ԡصĽһλSkinneŗȥȻMulderת˸ǰ°ˮϡ
Mulderо˷ֿΣȻˮһ۶ůĲӿ뵽ڡ
Skinner һʱΣָȻֽץסMulderƨɣӲ˽ȥ
Mulderůοĵˮǰ԰ǰϷȫһԼSkinnerҵڵһʱоǿҵĳĲOh shitˡshit̫ˡ˴أ׵أͶٵؽūʱ˵
MulderܹıϺʹϸоSkinner֡ˮͣܽ˻ʪԡҵĵذ塭Mulder֣ΪʲôǰôؽSkinnerһʱĸоôĺá
Լȥ˿֣ɽõֵʵҸеǿҵܡ
Skinnerﵽ߳˳MulderתƿıףȻɳллⲿҡ˵Щǰ붼ȥģ˵˵ˣһ̣ǵĸоȷġ
Skinner¶΢ЦūĶ䣬к˵ȻЦѾ˺ܳһ·ˣū˵ôΪеԺ
Mulder˵˫ȼ䣬۾ϧһ̡˵һֱĶ߻졭
ȻMulderSkinner̤ԡأأΪɣϸĵÿһϸڡڹȥôϰڴæ񣬲뷽跨ҳһĽݾôҲ벻ô򵥵һЩܴôĿ֡
ʧȥԼز壬ĴΣëңÿһֺԡ°סSkinnerصҡ
ڴΪҰĦھǰΪҹκӡSkinner˵
MulderͷȻȥ׼Ħ͡
󣬷ſ֫ڴϣͺһֻ̫µĴʨӡ
ּȺðĦͣȻ˵ϣʼĦغɫļʧȥԼÿһ˾Ȱע˰ĦУΪķµõȫķɶе㡣
Mulderϸɵ׵ذѵ˵ǺѹʱSkinnerӲļҲɿˡΪһūܹṩַ񡭡ָоôĺã
MulderͻȻжô˸סˡѾԼκһˣκһˣңǲҪˡͻȻڰĦ;ͣԼˡ
FoxSkinner
һôİ׳աMulder
̸ʲôر𣿡Skinnerһüëʡ
ǩǸԼMulderķҵػشȻˣЩͨޱɫв׽һĨΪ˵ı顣
Oh shitҲǸ˼ҵ˼ǡǶԵģ˵ģҰԼһİжôĲƺ㡭ˣĺиһӲ飬ղǺSkinnerһǽжôĿ¡վΪĳ˷ĳˣĳð˵ķʽˡMulderоؿ޷
Fox侲SkinnerץסļҡҡңĿΪҲһֺܺõͻơܿΣ㽫ԼͶ뵽ǶһǱڵ˺Ϊûпǵաڣõġ
ͻƣMulderڴڴڵغţе֫
ǵġSkinner ΢ЦȻͷܺõͻơҸ߹һȥֱҪżܻɵ˺ΪΪá
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𣿡SkinnerظͷȻı˼FoxǷʲô鵼Ƴǩ׼ǩǸԼһ飬кܶۻɵģ
MulderüͷϲڽĽɫȥκʵе⣬ǣ֪Skinnerӱ⡣ûУûʲôرġʼ硣
ôȥȥѰͷԱʱûһģʽأSkinnerץסע۾ڽرֵİӺ󣬻׷ٹ˴ʱ
ǡMulderƿߣSkinnerĴָգֱٴ֪ʲôҲΪSamȥͷԼΪһЩʵֻҪҲʱһֵİӺһȥѰһַйͺҪ»صҵΪһ塣֪ʱңţҺҪʳҩϢȵȡҧסԼ촽Skinner۾ǹġ
Skinnerߴ
Ǹʱȥоȥʵĸо֣ʹ࣬ߡMulderܹԼӳ˰е۾ĹãǴʱҵѰ̫ãҵҪʱͺǽ˶ڡǲҸоǿҵҪʱ򣬶Ǹһʱ䣬ԲôҳԵʱ򣬲ſʼԶҡʱΪϰҵѰڹȥҲܼ򵥵رҵԳ嶯֮⣬ҲûбķҲװ˽ǱҪ˽ģ𣿡ʡ
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Mulder˿ĭȻͷ
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ˡ˵һЩûû˵һǲܣǡMulderʼü
õģСѡԼʱ䡣Skinnerο
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ȷʵ֪FoxĦļʱSkinnerץסMulder֣֪
MulderĬĬÿһ밴Ħ˽ʵļĿʱ⡣Ȼٴó۰סSkinnerȡееھǰ˵·
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Skinner˿û۾Mulder۾¶ȫεı顣
MulderоĲ뿪һֻᶨȹ̵ִӹ˵°ͺ;ϵĭҳŵǡ
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Skinnerָչθɾ°ͣڣллFoxҹιõһˡ˵
Mulder
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ϸ˵MulderǿȻ跨ŪһЩڵ͡
Skinner MulderȥԼͣԺúʰӡԸϢȥ
MulderֵЩֵشſڡ
Wanda ￴߸׼ȷ˵￴ˮͷƺϣһЩˮ©צץסǡ
MulderһȻͻȻץһĭԴϡ
𾪵ĽݺݵصһۣȻſڣذڶͷ
MulderȵִصعţӸµظҪôWanda Ҫȥ¸ְ֣ôһҾҪè⣬𣿡˵
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MulderſҪĿ飬Skinner۾˵˺;ǿԣԼѾ⿪Ƥ
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ȥSkinner һַֻMulderı󣬰Ƶϡ
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мصͷȻ󿿻صλϣұ۾ģϣSkinner ܹתƿעעκϣ⡣ͻȻȥ˾޴ģǿ׳ֱ۽ӵס壬ϸоůϢǿģĻõο
ڳĬУǿõ꣬ȻԷֿǰȥǸԵķ䡣
ԺʱScully˵Mulderصͷ
ķţڴϣȻԼԱߡ˵ҪˣͺʹһࡣSkinnerԸԹ绰Ҫôʱ䡣˵ܸǸߴڷ顣Mulder컨忴˺ܾãͼֿԼĴȻǷˣ˵绰
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ҪȥPeter Mayfield̸һ˽˵̸ȷʱ䶼ǡ°ʱ䡯ǡ
MulderЦ޷ȻԼڲĶԻSkinner δɾȥշMayfieldôȱ˵ĸ޹ؽҪˡһ棬MulderҲʶĲʺˣӵĴĳЩֵİοá
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ҴؽгҵİȫʣͲǲҡIan ʼMulderαϵëסǸˡͷһ룬ûʲô̫£ΪֻΪ跨ҷʱܸˣҿʼú̸ˡϲַ
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Ҫȣһʵϲû˺ҡIan ţӱ⡣
ȷ𣿡SkinnerʣؿIanҪһλҽIan
ϵۣIan ҡͷֻǺ£ˡſҵʱͲͣ˵ҪǸҪĽޣкҸ㿴ôҰкӦøмIan ٴβޣϵۡҿҪ³ˡǫ˵
Mulderʱ߹ȥץסIanֱۣ쵽ϴּ䡣
MulderȻصҪʲôSkinnerıǸոŵˡ
Ϊʱٿһμ屣˻ˡSkinner˼˵
ǸһȦϳȥ𣿡Mulderʡ
SkinnerҡҡͷһˣҴ绰ǸһѺõ졣ǲãҽΣյģҪϢɢȥޣĳҵȻǺһεһ𡣡
IanShitӦܵǸMulder˵˵
ǵģΪǸҪҵһЩơSkinner˵
ʱIanˡ
MulderݸһˮǸ˸мؽӹڸоöˣһŵθһŤЦ˵ҺܱǸ֮䡣
ֹͣǸIanѡSkinnerᶨ˵㽫ڿͷڣȷû𣿡
ֻһССĲʡIan ϣܱĳҪЩûôء˵
Skinner ˵ͷ˭ʡ
IanԥˣҲҪκε鷳ҵ˼ǣҲҪ׷ָκˡ˵Ȼʶ̸ĶFBI ̽Ա
ӦáMulderҵ˵ģһﲻӦñѡ
FoxSkinnerIan⡣˵
ܺãȷ費MulderһŭIanһܻٴͼһsuckerô
FoxSkinnerһͳ˵̸һΥ
Mulderŭҧס촽
Mulder֪˵ʲôIanʼ磬ǿʵWalter⡣һŵguy̱޴衣ͥϲܰȫʺͳ˫̶ЩЭ顣ǿʱһԱ̬ӦõģܿȫҲܶЩһȥ֤ĳ£ҵĹȥҵѡٶҵķС
Mulderſ죬Ȼ̾һIan ǶԵģǲãѵһȻҪǰõţȻ֪IanǶԵġSkinner ɣһֱֶζūҪʵЧĶࡣ
FoxңһȦĻǶһ㹻ͷSkinner ˵˭Ian ٴʵ
ҡҲ˵Ian ˵
SkinnerüͷƬ̣Ȼ˵ͷҪϢⲻĴIan֪ᶨ˵
Ian ˵ͷֻǾЩ޴ϣҡ
IanSkinnerҵشⲻĴҵ˼𣿡
Iaņͷϴžηı飬ǵģ˵
áFoxͷȥȻIanǵĿˡ
ǵģIan мصͷ
Mulder쵽ͷȻٴȷû¡
Ian ΢Ц˸һõġлл㣬MulderҰллWalterǡĳ⡣գգ۾
MulderЦˣޣǵġǸõġȷû𣿡
û¡˵öˣллǸѡ
Mulder΢Ц뿪ҺSkinnerһصҡ
õϡSkinnerյ˵Ȼ׽סūϵۣұôMulderر
SkinnerָؾͷƤӣ촽MulderЩԾSkinnerصغ˽š
ˣMulderȷʡ
ҶκεıԹFoxSkinnerʣУôҡǡͻȻ˻ȥǹȻŰսȭͷ˵
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лл㣬FoxSkinnerūͷſʼ뿪塣
֪ȷʵûаҴκνӽҵĽ޵ĵطMulder˼˵ʱԥˡ
Skinnerߴ
ҪҸһҪԼҵĽޡ
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Mulder˸
״ūԼ㹻𣿡Skinner׷ʣΪʲô㻹ҪԼװ
ƽһ̫˽ˡMulder˵
Skinnerͷսڹȥļ¾һγڣū˻ƵĶߵϰ㣬ϰҡڣȻѾȶˣǾͿԼӿٶˡ
лл㡣MulderٴιSkinnerУҪõһεİ
һIanҲͬҿܹElaineĶʱ˵ҾҪǷҲܽͬĶ
FoxSkinnerץסūһܡʲô⣬һҪ⣬㲻Ҫ֪ԻôܴӿгǲҪֻҪǷǳͬģŲͬҪ󡣼Ǿū˵ԭк
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ǵģܣȻҪڷͥϱٴǿ顣SkinnerشľFoxѡôҶվһߣǶǸһԼϲֱ԰ʷţҶ֪ͥô
ĳMulderع
תͷˣڸոշЩ֮ƽ˲䡣
㿴ôۡSkinner̾ϢMulderҪ٣ϵ֪㹤ֵһĿСIanһȹȷû¡°ؼҺҪ̸̸ҪȷȻ
õġMulder˵ͷʱ俴û£Ұĥлָоġ
áô˯һɡSkinner˵MulderҸһǣҾIan ⵽Щ¡ᶨ˵
֪MulderشеЩԾ㣬ˡ
áSkinnerҾ𱻵ūáظһ飬һֻռֱ۷ūϣָMulder壬ͺѰһЩȷūȱġ
֪ҺˡȦһЩʱ򣬴ûйIanһľIanһҲرСġMulderϣƺʱЩ΢΢졣ǲͣشһtopһtop׷ĳ׽ĶŬѰһһδӵеĸ߳
Ǳʶ֪SkinnerūƶȣİȫʣΪ˴һģڹѰıԵϷÿһǵĹϵṩΣպʹ̼
԰ΪˡSkinner˼ţһְЦ⣬԰鹦Andrew LinkerWalter Skinnerտ
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һЩͺաΪǲΣҵעҲѾ㹻ˡAndrewһ棬ڴ˽ĶΪұ֤İȫж֪Ұ㣬Ҫһһ𡣡
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AndrewôΪġҴڶԼ͵͵ЦSkinner ˵
MulderоSkinner촽ľϣϲ˵ĴϡůҰȫǱǸǣڵĵط
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ڶϣMulderʱǶһˡѾ뿪ˣûгƤͷϣһֽ
Ϊˣūдšǣȫİˡ
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ܿأʶǶһˣWanda ѹǰ๾ؽţ
ȻΪūūһʵĴƷ忿ͦů͡
㣬ڷŮʿű̾˿Լǿ̫Ŭķϡ
ӺһIan ̽ͷ
ˣ MulderܱǸ㡣ܻҪ͡Ian ˵˽һ̣ʢȺһЩMulderIan黷ʱ͵شڡ
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ʼMulderûʲôҪ˵ġҵWalterΪҴܺÿ
ǶԵġIan ЦڴҵݸMulderһȣޣָۣMulderŵϸ𾱻Ư̾Ϣ˵ǰûпһ˾£Ưū
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ҲҪ㣬㲻ȥWalterһСʱǰ뿪ˡ
ϢҡţһЩ鷳ҺϴҺ
ҳˡIan ˣǸ
ٿʼMulderһҧһСڣϵۣܣѹSkinnerϲ˺ͳߣȴ治Ц˵
뷨ҿɲҪһūsubIan Ц˻ȥ
»һƵġMulderյػشоôʣСĵؿIanǸɫ԰ףԵúƣ룬ǳ֮Ⲣûʲôĵط
ܺáΪҿܶ鷴ӦˡһֳǴ̼ģ
֪ҵİȫʣڵʱеı飬ĺɱң֮ġҲΣաIanϡ
Ϊʲô㲻Walter˭MulderʡIanWalterǱˣܹıһЩǼһӲٹô
ҲҪκ鷳Ian˵ֻҪٺһͻûµġ
Mulderô϶Ian ǳ̣֡ɶҡMulder
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ڶIan˵ʱӦٳȥߡSkinnerū
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ϣIan顣
Mulderĵؿˡūӣ
ȷҹ֮ǰ㹻ʱҪ顣SkinnerǴһζ΢Ц
Mulder˵ͷһЦݡ
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ûʲôԸ⣬ܻӭٶ졣Skinner˵
һкһܺõġ
ı⣬¿۵£绰ҡSkinner
һġлл㡣Ian ͷ
վץסMulder֣Ȼظһӵ
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MulderͷȻ󿴼Ian סSkinner ֣Ҳע⵽ûиظǸӵĶ
Ian ߳ţMulderתSkinnerſ졣
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Ҳ̸ʲôܡIan ûиǸ˵֣ңǵģȻ鷳Сڣѵ·ƤҪֲССѹ¼𣿡
ǲҪMulder죬ֲʲôĶ
һ10㲻ѹ·Ƥſҵϣô㽫õ˫ĳͷSkinnerͺ
MulderûжԴκεۡ10룬߸̣ȥ˸ĵطȻƨɾͽ֮ǰΥĴ
Skinnerĺԣһγͷһ£MulderʼնûκεĻɡ
SkinnerȣϵȻԼȥ׼ǵ͡
MulderᱻչܳSkinnerûκ˿ĸоȻô衣ͷǽϣƨȻΪƤǶʹûа취ֻҪѹ˵ϥϾͻMulderزһȵΧSkinnerߵĹҵSkinner ϲǷūĸ߳
MulderIan״̬ȻоһЩĶѹȵıϡFuck3 ֻһ˿
ӼϿSkinnerĺƨϹһװˮĲ
SkinnerȻֽĵط
MulderٴͷֱϣĸоȺֻ
Skinner˺ūƨɵϷȻֱۻMulderϡôĿγѧʲôSkinnerʣػMulderĹɼ䣬Ȼͣ˽ĶŪǸĿĵء
ϴ·顣Mulder˵̧οSkinner 塣
ĸãкSkinner˵ȻĴָʳָסһֻͷ
⡭ұҵĿʱϴԼ·ûУ˳˵һ£ûʱ˯Mulderҧס촽ϣЩָȥһЩ෴ģαĴʹС
ãǻصϡSkinner ˵óһ飬ѹMulder
ȵģĸ״ϡ
MulderٴĥͬʱҪĥ
ҷ˶Ǯڼù𣿡Skinnerʡ
ʲôMulder˵
㹻֧ϴķáSkinnerū
ʲôMulderýӲʼҪת
ǽSkinnerٴĴƨɡ
Mulderҧס촽˵κԼ޴¶ǿֱӽϴµ𣿡ʡ
ĵϣʲôô£ǸҡSkinner ЦŸ
Mulderǽ˸
Foxĳʶô²ֻһ˿ġңһǷܹʹüùǮȥ֧ĳ˵ϴ·ѣһͬġڵϡ
ΪʲôΪʲôֱӸңMulderSkinneršסͷıȵС;ʵShit
Skinner ٴĴƨɣȻĹΪáҪһֶ岢ԼūС̫ࡣǼһ᲻޳Ҫÿ£һֹ˵ҡԽ⣬֪һֻּMulder飬һֻűٴϡ
Mulderţ󱳡оSkinnerļһȵߡ
Ժǵô𣿡Skinner ʡ
ǵģϵۣǵġMulder̾ϢţȲز˵С
ᣬʵϣͬκζǲǣҵСSkinnerʣҽMulderͷصع
ϵۣǵģǵģMulderе
SkinnerЦٴĴūƨɣôԳˡ֪ͨһ˵Mulder̾˳⣬SkinnerūסҪڰҹȥӦţǲɱġ˳˵һ£㹻Լ
Բ𡪡һʱ鼱Mulder˵
ǾΪʲôΪҪһСеԭ򡣡Skinnerְū壬ͣظ
һУĶMulderɵʣǡ
ūӡƵġSkinner һֵ˵ҴֵĺãҽŵһϷҵ磬㵱ȻˡǲôҪϵElliott ȥѡһЩʵ·ȻҽССĹ֮á֮㽫õϷֵĻᣬȻϢСʱϺIan ԼSkinner촽סMulderľ
һߡǰɣMulderһĵʵУ㽫ˣ
ϲ𣿡SkinnerתMulder
Mulderɿ˵Ȼͷǵġϣҵ˼ǱǳΪʵʱǵḶ́㶮ҵ˼𣿡
ǡSkinner ͷ˽ҽ̵ܹһ𣿡ʣרעؿū
ǵġMulderҧס촽Ҫֻе㺦¡
ܺãֹͣھ͵ģһһĳΪһָõʽΪһʵʵĿġSkinnerЦ˵
Mulderȷصͷȫ϶ϲǸĿġ
һ磬SkinnerͰ򷢵Elliott 
Mulder޷ֹͣĸı䡣ΪһūΪ£·ϴ裬κӣҾĳǸˣЩĿʱ䡣ڹȥῴһЩɫ鿯ȻĹԢͶͶʱ䱻ŵġSkinner żʱȥһЩɬĹ־ȥһЩֵϣЩʱȥ˼롣
MulderſڼDonaldұ쵽˻͵ķ䡣
Elliott Ͼڽӵ绰Donald˵
ĺƽʱһɫĳǿӤ۾ܲ԰ףҲ֣Mulder롣
Ȼûн𣬺͡MulderͷElliott칫ҵķʾһ¡
DonaldҲΪ֪ҵĴڡĹ˵ÿ쿴ֻһĥ
MulderصͷһҲͬţͻȻ˺Skinner
ദôĸܡҲáҲҪMulderο
DonaldɫӲ԰ˣMulderһԼûһ˹ڰĽ顣
ϣôסDonaldص
ӦΧˣElliottԱߵĺлб㡣Mulderһ˵̾ͺˡֻˡ
DonaldǸϸ˳ˣڿͺ׼һ
ΪʲôһȥMulderؽ飬ͼȣҪȥһ
WalterDonaldȷգ۾
ҺIanDonald۾ԾŴʱæز䡣ȻWalterһIan ֻһѡǣŶһsubŶߣһMulder˵ȫȷDonaldȦӵϤ̶Ρ
ǲҪȥDonald԰׵ˢһӤķۺɫţ֪ģֵطʡ
һƤưɣMulderҡҡͷҲΪWalterûȥֵطֻһͨľưɡIan ŵģҲ֪ġ
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Mulder뾡˶ֳǿҵĺģǷǳԼ
ȥðաҲܹǵ£ҵĳˡElliott ԶȥĻ
MulderDonaldԼ£Ȼѡ÷װؼң˸߲ҵضԼ
ڡΪֻ˲֪ʲôĿĵСҽϷˡ

Mulderһڶֵķǳڴĩõıꡣ
Skinner ڵһţпһɫTȻǾֱӳˡ
MulderȫȷʲôʲӦǹ̵ꡣ
ʲôWanda𣿡һŵüëʡ
WandaѾȫ׵СղƷëӣ˵Ǹڿľ޴è״ˣϲ棬ϴŸ߰ļЦȥѰˡ
Skinnerŵ΢ЦȻ˵Ҳһ㶫ȥǾԭҵġҲһСһ׷棬һ´
һŴΪʲôĴ˯Mulder飬оƽWanda˯Ǹطĵط
ܻϲһȡůǰСҡSkinner˵
ǵⲻΪWanda Ϊʲô̵߽ʱMulderɧ˵ҪΪһס
Ҫ𣿡Skinner ʡ
Mulderʼ硣
ôܺáSkinner˵Ȼ˹Ʒ
޲ҲСMulder̾ظں档
ΪSkinnerҪȥѡЩʽͿڹ˵Skinner ھ޴Ĺͣסʱһ
MulderһüëǲҪһɣʡ
ûҪѾһˡSkinner գգ۾Сһƻĵ˵
Mulder˸
ֻΪʱΪҵС乷ˡ
ĶûԺӣ̨ϰɣMulderץס˵ֱۣ㲻Щ£
¼Ϊһܹһֱĵطһ⡣Skinner΢Цһ乷ƺǸѡرʱҾͿ԰侲
ûбҪMulderҧгݵ˵
ΪSkinnerٴ΢ЦץסūľָھоǵĴڡΪбҪһССγֻ̣ԵĲʣȿֲܵ˺ʲôԸģ
ĴϣMulderϣؽ
̫ˡSkinnerشȻ˵Ա
Mulderͨ죬ֱҸضȥ
ҶԹȤߴĸSkinnerʡ
ĹʲôƷֵģŮʡ
ܴһSkinner ЦſһMulderھȻضŵذ塣
ΤȮɫȮȮŮʡ
Skinner⣬һһµؿMulderMulderɰˡ
֡Skinner˵Ļ֡ʵϣΪܸһЩ
ģǸŮסˡ
ǵġŨܵƤëһųļ죬ɫ۾еҰԡSkinner˵Ȼǳܡ
Mulderݺݵصһۣ޲ɱ
ǰû˵һֻӽġԱ˼˵
ǵģҲһʳĸԣһͷӦȥĵطSkinnerЦ˵ͨںڰ档ȻҲѪͳһĶ⻬ߣܵҲܿ졣
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ޣƢǳ꣬ǳɰһ׼ֻһСǿԤϵġSkinner MulderֱۣMulderͺһ֪ɲΪĿܵĵط
ܣЬƤSkinnerƻسMulderգ۾
ŮЦһʺС
Ҫȥ
ǸҪܼ֡Ҫһʼѧ˭ϰ塣Ů
ޣǳ˭ϰ塣Skinnerգۣ𣿡MulderĴֱۡ
ô˵MulderӲػش
ڼѵ𣿡Ůʡ
Mulderһĵ
ҪȥSkinner һֵͳģı˵ȻżЩ⣬
Ϊῴ൱󡣡Mulderش
ΪʲôԿSkinner΢Ц
MulderȻԹ޵һƳֺϥǻ˵ˡ
Skinner˵һּεĿֹ۲ūһһ ǾҪһ
MulderɥشΧССĿռ䡣׷㹻Ĵ󣬵ȷŴԲ
ĺܲġǻصң۲ŷڿĹʱMulderӲ۵
һССĴۡSkinnerЦ˵ڣΪӦðŪһ㣬ͨﶼЩʲôëһҧ֨֨𽺹ͷ
ЦMulderۻصһۡ
ʺԼġΪëԣϢʱҪSkinnerͲ֪ܻᱻ೤ʱ䡣
Һ㡣MulderһŭܿʧˣҲʶ˾ë⡣̫Skinner ˵ζʲôˣһǵĴʩԱȷЩԺúõ棬رǱ˩ڹʱǳң̫пˡ
ͺңSkinner˵ȻһˮҲζ㲻ҪūӵĽˡϧһЩȤļƻ˯Ұѽ̵˿ϡ
MulderƬ̵ʱվĿ֮󣬺ʤˣ˵Ա߹ͷSkinnerϣϣġС۾ܹӮˡһЩ˹ĺö
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·ˣкҰɾȻȺˡSkinner
Mulder˵ͷ۾ŵĴģܺΪʲôҪë
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ūSkinner ס
Mulderͣ
׼ԼкνǿҵġSkinner
Mulder˺ŵвȻø򾲵ĽŲ¥ݡǻҵءܺãҪSkinner һΣƺܱԹ˽󡣵ͬʱͻȻܺ¡ѵ·ζսͣ塣ѾԤаֻҪ֪Skinner ҪЩʲôôǿҵġ
ƵĹëСɾԼͨЩɫľëУǱȫչʾۺɫоӵĳˡ
ɺڷֱ۱ͦ򣬵ͷϥǴſţ𣬾ͺһƷһȴš
ʱţMulderûƶԼͶ뵽ūƶУSkinner 嶼˷ܣͽš
ŵĿҪϿʱϳˡ
MulderĽŲûƶλá
кSkinner˵ȻMulderűˣԿת
еһԿƵĲ
Сʱҽһ档Skinner˵߹վū
˵ָļʱMulderٴβ
ҽ˺㡣SkinnerĶߵͺ
Muldeṟһ󴿴ҪľΣ˿
ҽУ󡭡Ǹ˼𣿡Skinnerʣָ¸Mulderļǡ
Mulderſ죬ҳ
˵ūSkinner
ǵģˡMulder˻Ƶ˵
ҽЩģģеõҵĿ֡Skinner ͷȡָŪMulderļǣMulder嶼
Ȼơ
㣬ΪҵĿֶܿ࣬ҵÿһ룬֪Ϊʲô𣿡Skinner תūǰ棬Mulder°͡
MuldeŗͷЩǿҵģСSkinnerûд۾MulderЩȵڵӼûκε谭
ˡع
ΪҵġSkinner ˵ûѡк㽫Ҷģ޷ÿһ£ΪΪ˷Ҷڡ岻ԼģҵģҡǰMulder۾ֿĴǣ෴оSkinner ľϣҧ
һĲҽУȻSkinner ļϣѹ
֡ҽһϲϷūк
Skinner ůķۣMulderĸоϣһȫͬʶ߶ȡ
Ĳʱ˺󱳣ȻĶϱҧһ¡
MulderϢţоʹҪ
Skinner ͦҵͷ
һӣMulder˵ı仯
Skinner һɫ˿ɫƤӣĺƤѥ
ħ
Σգžȫ顣
MulderǸ˵Ѱĳּ󣬵ʲôҲûС
Skinner רעģMulderȫС
Skinner ͻȻ˸ָMulder̸ıλãߵ˵ߡ
Ǹ˺ܿߵϣ
Ƥøҡ
Mulderܹȥλǰֱͦ۾棬Ƥݸˡ
оƤĶ˷°̧ͣͷ
ڣȥѴūкSkinner 
MulderͷĺŷԸˡ
ܿ췿ȫĺڰС
MulderŻصߣٴι
ںڰУպܹSkinnerӺһȻһ
ССĻ
MulderؿǴػ硣
һ֧ҡSkinnerԸ
Mulderæӣһ֧
Skinner ڷͶһ⣬ֵģ
ǿ̵ݡ
֪ҪʲôкSkinnerʡ
ˡMulder˵
Skinnerһħ΢Цῴģū˵
ѵݸMulderȥѷԸȻ
Mulder˵ˣ÷ͱһˮɫʡ
ֻǱһЩȫĲͬˣúһ˵ĶѨ»¶ܷ
Mulderʼ
к
Skinnerվҵͷŵū
ˡ¡Mulderʵسϡ
ΪʲôңSkinner ūǰ̧Mulderͷ
һ֡⡭Mulder˿ĭҿ˿Skinnerٴ
𡭡ˡ˵Ҳϲ档
治㡣Skinner˵ҴӦ㣬ū⡭ţҪͣȻǻ档
MulderŬ˿ĭ
Ͼ֪ˡSkinner֤ȥϣ¡
MulderϽܹȥͼҵһ̫ʹλá
Skinner ظģʨӰ屻ҡҷˣ
һ׽ҰѲ
Mulder۾ס˺֪һϵļƷ
SkinnerԱ߷˳һȦȻٶЧͽסMulder̶סū
ȻMulderо˵½ϣذĦҸƶǣѹեЩ壬ָֿһֻȻ󳷳ȻһֱֻMulderʼЩָ̽ʶ
ȥSkinner MulderŴ۵ȥ
ϸоSkinner죬Ȼݣ˸ģȥĿҧʱһ˻Ƶĺ
̫ʹֻһְĿҧҷֲ棬ʼٵ
֪ҪʲôSkinner ๾˵Ҫҽ㡣ҪҶǿӲ٣ʴȣҸģҪ㡭ǡּİҪȴкֱ֤ʹõġ
һָʱMulder˿ĭ
̫˵ģûʹֻ࣬ǿҵĿ֡
׼˱ҵкSkinner˻˻
ǵģ롣Mulderˡ
SkinnerץסūͷMulderͷȷһħ΢Цʡôζĥк
ҪʲôˡġMulder˻Ƶ˵
кSkinnerһָū¶ĺȻſMulderͷ
MulderŵصȴЩԽ¶ƨɣЩ½ϣ
ǲûз෴Skinner ı»Ӷ򣬡ֻһ֧ǻ档֤
Mulder˵ͷˡ
֣סSkinner
MulderŬ˿ĭٴε˵ͷͷϣŷɡ
ٴϸоSkinner֣һָƽһ㣬һָһӲĵײ
MulderԾ̧ͷ
һյ⣬ĸϣȻš
֡Skinner Ц˵ҪƵĸһЩ
һṦʱУֱֻʣ¼ӢůMulderΰꡣ
ˡSkinner˿һգڣһĶƽӣMulderǰ棬ܹؿԼШһı
SkinnerŻصϣһMulder΢Цʳָһ¡
Mulderҽһ
΢С¶ĵײʱʧˡ
ָоǲ˼ġ
ʹʹʧô죬ֻһֵĴʹ
ޣϵۡMulder˵
ҲŸոտʼкSkinner һԸеĶħЦ˵´εҪʹĥֶʱҽյס
Mulderҡҡͷ뽫ͷȥֻôһǸƨϣʹֱ
һ˲ĹSkinnerǸȫչ⣬֪ǲᷢ
壩
ڲп˻صӱߣһװĺӡ
ҽͷ㣬кSkinner ŵ߹
䵽Mulderģչϡ
֪Ϊʲô𣿡SkinnerʣºӣҴ
ˡMulderܵż֣Ķʼۻ
ȴĳȴϡ
ΪҸˡSkinner ΢Ц˵
ٴ򣬶ѻĳȵūϡ
MulderоϵʹѾൽˡϲSkinner Ŀ󣬲ģ˺ڰеεסū
򣬺ڰSkinnerѲӶᣬɫŵĴڣЩѾĸɣ͵һй硣
ūУ֪SkinnerܹҽҪ棬ķʽĥMulderֹܹҪȥֻ֪ǰԵϣԤв
ıпţSkinneróһװĳ壬롣ůġMulderܹо
˰ϣȻߵūǰ档
Mulderеע˵ÿжϡ
SkinnerMulderѹĸɼ䡣⿪ҡͺ
MulderҵSkinnerŬÿһһ͵¶ϣҪִƶǲܵġ
ճɹˣҷ˵Ŀʲôûд¶һɣ̾˳Ѱע
SkinnerֲMulderͷǰڶΣMulderģǻذͷϻĺС
Skinner˿Ȩҿʼнزķ²ĿУMulder趨ʵһЩϲϵСơ
MulderڴSkinnerβÿһ¶ۻƨɺʹϡ
Skinnerüӣصرֱֽ࣬Mulder򦿪ʼʹ
֪Skinnerֲܹʱж೤֪Ļĳʱ
ϲ˵˫ĸоȫر֪ѣԼֻܹſĸԸģеͷˡ
ޣܺá Skinner˵ץסūͷҪͣū
زMulderĺУζûMulderɹ˿ľūıӣصٵĴMulder°ϡ
MulderоSkinnerң֪˿Ҫ߳ˣǷ֮ǰSkinner˳ȥūͷȻ
ôʱ˱޴ģӲٸо˵ͷоЩ֣
Mulder򦣬ոʳһʳ˵촽ʧȥԼ
кSkinner˵Mulderļ򣬲ʪĦūաǲĳͷSkinnerһͳڰ˵
MulderٴĽˡ
Ϊоҽ֮ǰҪ͸࣬кҵͷҫū壬ôΪӦþϸĿ飬ʾֵõģ
ǵģˡMulder˵
ôȫעڳУôܻЦ̫ˡSkinner ôĸ߸ϣôǿһжôԸС
˴½⿪Mulder󲿷ֵõ򣬲ҰŻصϣȻɿū
Skinner 
MulderܿٵطӣӱϣȺһָʾ
ַҲҪƶǡҽס㣬Ҫҿ
ôкסǷҲܹҡҽҪ£ǲĵĽޡ
Mulder̲סزվΪֱ
SkinnerЦˣǸĲλУĴָŪĶڡ
Mulderڴƴ˿
֪㲻ܳSkinner
Mulder˵ͷܵŽֱ
áڣҪЩҽܿࡣSkinnerŵǰסһֻͷͷÿֻͷĶˣMulderһֵĲˣ
ڣܽܶʹSkinnerʡ
Mulderˮգ۾١ػش׳Լȫķӣǿˡ
SkinnerЦˣһ黷ΪʱһСˣΪأкʡ
Mulder۾ĬؿSkinnerϵĺóС롣
Skinner ֱ󣬲Ҫƶ㶯ˣҽͷ㡣
ǵģˡMulder˵ؽֽ
ֱͦͦҪоЩקSkinnerЦ˵
Mulderоֲһ£Skinnerһ˵ǲˡġMulderڿƯơȫֻӢˣҪЩɫĥ˳ӵؽǡܿȫֻ˺ɫģӰվߣ͵кʱ顣֮ǰMulderϣܹūõĸ߳
ǻӽĿʼSkinner˵һMulder黷
ֳ
оôÿ֡
ǸͷʱMulderһShit룬õˣ޺Ի
ֱͦ򣡡Skinnerٴ
MulderСĵֱ
ʹ
ͷһĳĥͷȻ̧ͷˣһʪģͳɹЦݡ
ΪӦSkinnerū
һSkinner˵
MulderԼ裬ǸӵУֱ޷ܡ
ϵۡ㣬ˣ㡭MulderŽͷSkinnerļϣƴش
Skinner صظMulderıҪ𣿡MulderĶ˵
ǵġMulderҵع
ô֣С֡Skinner㻹ûǸ
MulderѾӲˣ˵Ļ
׼ˣSkinnerʡ
Mulderͷ뿪Skinner ļֱĺ󱳣о
ͷϵҶԼҪõͷŻ࣬Ҳ˳Ӹۡ
ڣ֡SkinnerMulderУ
MulderͷоԼڰУ/ʹѾĸоʵʶSkinnerӣǰ룬ȻĳЩȵĶ䵽ϡ
Oh shit ˽ӲʱSkinner С
ǰûо¡
ůĸоסϸʱڲ嶼һ񾭡
ұұ룡е
УССSkinner˵ο壬ϵۣôܽô࡭ҰԿֵ飬ڽܵ壬ⷴӦѸٵ
SkinnerġMulderϣȻֵһЩϡ
MulderкţٴץSkinner ļ򣬵ֱ
Ŭţˡ
ҵģСҪûĺ档ܡSkinner ˵
ȻMulderٴƮ뵽ƶˣֻǸģǸҪڸοͬʱҲڰ
SkinnerūӦ˷ˡϲΪ˱֣˵Ըʲô˷ܱ񵽵ĸࡣ
SkinnerϵһȵMulder֪ΪʲôSkinnerҪëˡ뵽Ҫ˰Щ̵ûйιĸɴߣMulderҪС
ܽܶ٣ūSkinnerһһεʣָһֱûֹͣMulderƶĽࡣ
Ҫ١MulderţΪͷŶС
Ѿϰ˱Ĳ𡪡SkinnerѵĺܺãǼʹˣǲһеҪȷŵôʱ϶ιȥ
СSkinnerִһ
ȵϰһģʪëʱMulderһȴҰһЩɵ
Mulder̾˿ִȶȺǿлĸоǽSkinner
ֽëŵһߣ˸ȻëȴȻһһεظ
MulderȷǷһˡûֽȻ෴ĸоôЧΪԼ˵ҪĽеԾ
ĳ˶֡ᡱ£Ƚӵ״̬УôһĥSkinner רҵУֳֻ˸оɫ顣
ڣĥ
SkinnerëŵһߣȻɿMulderͷϵ㲻ͷţֱڳSkinner ƿĶߵ˵
ѪҺ³ЩСʱMulderеһѣ˵ͷȫ϶˶˵Щʲô
ſSkinnerӣҷת̱ūΪMulderǳмΪȷԼԼ־ƶ
ҽڳСӡSkinnerĶߵ˵ƺʵ
Mulder˶ʵЦѾ̫ˣϣܹƨɡSkinner ԱMulderĸ߶ȣȻоеذƨɣҴƤϽһЩɵ
оSkinnerһ󻬹ָڣȻһչΪ׼
׼кSkinnerʣȻ󳷳ָץסMulderĿ貿
ǣǵġ룡MulderϢ˵
Skinnerֿΰ꣬о˾޴ڡ
ϵָۣо治ҵūоôȶܣֻ壬ҵƤģǳΪһ塣Skinner˵زMulder塣
MulderĸоȫֻͬҪ֪˵谭ذڣ
ż㹻ˡ
Skinnerַūʱ˿̿ʼ塣
SkinnerؿʼˣŲū壬΢Щͬû𽺸оӹ⻬
ĸоǳŶϵۡSkinner һߴһظ
ū
Mulderţ󱳣ּӲİ壬оǰ
ٵĦѾѵ͵Գܵĸ߶ȡ
Oh shit Ŷ㡭MulderţоȻƯȫغһ֪ĽԼSkinnerĿʼ
ɱسΪһģģһζĶʹеĿֶ˵ģʧȥһַһ
Mulderţ֪˵ʲôǷ񻹴ڡ
Skinner ڰͬʱƨɣض˵
MulderͷоˮգͷĽëϡ
оSkinner һԾڣȻ˳оȵľҺоһһӿĴȣȻSkinnerڶ˵ʲô
żעϳһʣcomeڱͷţҺ֪ܿˣζţȻҺĳƿӣһһΡ
һƬ۵İ׹⣬˷ܵĸ߳ιȥȻˡ
ȷ֮߳ǰ˶೤ʱ䡣
SkinnerūıϣMulderľϡ
MulderҲܶһ£ȻSkinnerƶˡ
MulderͷȻżͨһūﳷ˳ȥ
Mulder΢Цһ£ƣؿ˿ܡ
𣿡Skinnerʣһ·ҡߵǰҽһ͵Mulderϣ𣬱ʡ
šֻǡ֪Mulder˵
SkinnerʧһᣬMulder˷ϴˮȻƱˣطŹ⣬Ȼ򱻴ϨˡSkinnerصūߡ
Skinnerֱ壬ūļϣԡŽԡС
MulderˮУоοΪǿҰ԰ļᡣ
Skinner ߣֱץסūĲӺա
ȫȫأ㡣Mulder˵ǰ˰ҴǸط
ܺáSkinner ˵ȻһëؽɵūŪ
Ǵݵϴ˸裬Ȼҡ߽Mulderǿ׳ֱôĵط

ȥţҵ21cnѾˣ˸дŶûյǾԭˡ

Сʱ󣬵Ian ʱMulderȻûлصԭء
IanһMulderλðı飬˷۾ĳ˸ոɡ˵ҺߵسSkinner ķһۣееη塣
ǵġMulder˳¶ݶЦ
ˣWalterIan˻֣ۣIan ע⵽˹ᣬǸ൱سMulder졣
Ӳ䡣Mulderѡ
ҲңIan ˼˼˵
ĩȥMurrayľۻIanSkinnerһ뺯ǽյġ
MurrayҪۻˣMulder̽ͷϵ뺯
ǵġҪһһεľۻᣬūСԣĿʮַḻIan ˵۾ǷǳġMurrayľۻˡ
СԣҶһϲͨMulder˵
IanЦSkinnerһ
ģ֪ġSkinner˵Ŭά沿鲻Ť
MulderʶЦôȥ𣿡ˡ
ǵġSkinner˵ͷһĩľۻᣬϿȥ
ǸūʲôMulderҪ֪㲻ʲô˰ɣSkinner
ֻһϡSkinnerգգ۾
ʲôMulderԾ°Ͳ
ġSkinnerMulderգ㲻µġ
ǿMulderIanʡ
ǵġŶMulderͻȻDonaldʱţϣ㲻һˡǫظIan
Donald վ⣬һ·СһõţпT Ѿˡ
MulderIanȻԼ׼뿪ʱSkinner˳Ծץסֱۣ˳
Foxʲôʡ
ȥһMulderŻشһˣھǵºȻһߡ
ǸδˣSkinnerһüë
DonaldӦ24ˣֻǿ16꣡Mulder
һֱܺõıţκ鷳СSkinnerеƮƮȻǿܻӰжϡ
ңһԱʲôܱǸȫMulderеһ˿ģķŭSkinner 
FoxSkinner˵еMulderףҶ֪һּ˵״£Ƕ鷴ӦȡҪٴαʱDonaldȥһǳмIanһȥ㹻ǡ
ôҡMulder˵
SkinnerЦˣһūǰȷʵ㡪ڱŭҲ޷ֿҺܵģҴûпôhighΪҲӦȡԼᡣ
ʲôMulderըˣȥ㣬˵Ҳȥ㻹ǵȵҵȫ׼ȥʱҵĺȣ⿴鷳Ҳġ
Skinner ̾˿ָסǰǲҹġΪIan һܺáֻǷһ£û˵ȵ̫࣬ѾhighˡУ̫
ڵҡMulderоһůθ벻һ˹뿪ʲôʱ£ڣSkinnerˣоܺá
һֱǡSkinner һū촽صһıȻƻ˷䡣˵Ļ뿪ʱ˵
Mulder˸ҹıسͬգգ۾ھȼҵ԰ĸоôãôhighеѪҺӿŴľ
Ͻܺã
ܹĹǸϸо
ߣ
Ian Donald˺ܿͷ
ʵ˵Mulderûйֹѡǹ¶һˣʽָıԡ
һȻڿյĹԢȹİȫҹǿЩƵĵӽĿòԴSkinner ӹ֮˸ƽ⡣
ĺϲIanһĬʹMulder޷ƵĴЦԴDonaldһ֮Ҳȫҿʼ̸
ûMulderһֵǿҵĸо žƾǸ֪MulderûӦõĶѾhighȥˣʹΪҲԽԽ޷ơ
Mulderȷ߽OK˭⡣ͨһȥôͻȻľٶǽ֪ΪʲôƺֻһֵͷûãIanվ̨ϣŵضе˱ݲϣǿ
ֻһкû˰ңMulderIanеDonaldڵɵЦţͼӵ¡
ScaramouchescaramoucheԺMulderţתţͣػֱۡ
Ӻײײ̨ʱһЩ̫ĵǸͲ⡣
Ϊʲô㲻ȥһԣDonaldMulderǸˡ
Donaldҵҡͷ
ȥIanȰǶȥ׹ˣΪʲô㲻ȥ
MulderؽؼӷϣɵȻվȥ
DonaldIan MulderͷĹһ󵨵Ĺã
ȻǹɵһؼӣȻֱ˲촽վ
߰ɣDonnieMulder˵
Donald̨ץ˷磬ҿһڶģĹڡſ죬Ȼ󡭡
ÿ˶
Donaldĸ¶һ˵ֿıֳ˸ʵ
                               "Ohmy lovemy darlingI                               've hungered for your toucha longlonely time                               "Donald͵Ĳ
Mulderоգô˸СظIan㲻˽⡭Donnie顭Elliott ǱңƵغһơơ
IanһüëЦDonnie
Mulder̾˿ƮΧĳ̶ֳʹMulder׵ˡ
Donald̨֮һҵߺصλϡ
źElliottMulderͷ˵ݸDonaldһƲһıǸһ¡
⣬ô⣬ô˸С磬֪
Mulder졣Ianһֵĸке
MulderԼDonaldļϣDonaldɶElliott 㳪ĸ裬ʤؽе
ʲʲôIanֺһھƣ޴΢Цš
ȥElliott裬ȻͻDonnieһȻÿ˶Ҹһ𣡡Mulder
ҲᡣIanضľ˵
ԸMulderҡŶIan˵˵Ըô˵վץסDonaldֱۣɣDonnieȥеİ質
Donald޴ֿ죬ʿɾƱǰϡ
㣬֪סİɣMulderʣüͷȰ˸ġ
ޣǵġDonald¶һ޴΢ЦΪʱϰĹԢĴ
ôMulderٴץסDonaldֱۡ
ң֪DonaldشƲסɵЦȻѾȫˡ
ҡMulderȻһ˻˻˵һFBI Ա
ޣôãDonaldٴοЦߣߣվ
Mulder΢ЦҰһֱֻ۷ļϣȻȥƺӲȻԹ
ǽһ
ȵȣIanе
ʲôMulderعͷ
Ǹ⣡Ian˵
ΪʲôMulderʡ
㡭ǺˣIanʾ⡣
Mulder˿Donaldǿһ⣬ȻתصIanϣϴͬ޴Цݣǣǣͬʱ˵Ȼתҡҡλεš
Ianһֻץ׸ǡ
ǽһ⳵ǰElliottĹԢDonaldŴŻ£Mulder򶫵ģȻںǰͣ
ĸǴӳ⳵гMulderDonald
Ian ˳ѣȻԸظ󣬡ȻΪһ⡣Ian ع
꣡Mulderֱ˵Donaldͣһ޴ĹԢ¥⡣
ǡDonald˵ͷĴ˿
һ㣿Muldeŗͷ
㡣Donald˵
á㿪ʼȻIanϳMulderֱ۴DonaldļϣǸСʼ
ĴʱһŮ˴򿪴˳
סڣе
MulderشҼѵĶ顣
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Mulder̽ؿȻĳȥSkinnerָᡣ
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MulderЦţʼԼİΣðգ͵͵SkinnerŵЬϵһ𣬲׼ܡ
ǰҾãִ˲ƣҪҳѵһҪҵɸMulderЩ񶾵˵ţʵǸﳶʲôϵЦţʵϴšȡūԴͬˡ
Mulderû˵ˡSkinnerţȥ׷ūԼϵһЬˡصصڵذϣԾعţܿ췢һϵŭMulder¥ݣֹ
MulderҵSkinnerЬЬڴβһĥ˻᲻׷й˵ıŭMulderȻĺûôȴˣⲻʹԼܳԾҲˡֹ˼ӣû¥ĽŲԼԱȽϺãС¥
Skinnerڳɳϣȷе˵ǿϢšĳӰţͷţۡMulderս˸ǰЬҪֱӰҹصȥȳͷңʣܳͷѾüޣֹסЦ
Skinner۽ضūMulderţĬʱľĬSkinnerǿӲĶӺɣMulderʼеڡ
˵ǲǸСЦ˵Ķ԰ɣȻʶ˿ȥжôƣSkinnerĵӰļŶֽӲ
ûôɡŶshit,MulderԹţSkinnerĳĬ񾭣ɵҪ
ðɣǸ׳աǶԵġ֪Ҳ֪ôôɡǡ
MulderͣסΪSkinnerһָϡ
𳳣Skinner͵͵ĺУɤɳơūϵɳϣ --- һģǣȥMulderĺʹ̱˴Ű׳ºϡǻڳ־òıԵڼӲض˵Ĵȡ
ΪʲôMulderͷSkinnerļϣ˴ֲڵָıɼơ
Ϊı --- Ϊһγ׶ҳԼһֱڵ㵽ַܲܳɽɫSkinnerĶߵһֱһ¶̫ˡ
𣿡Mulderֵؿˡ
ǵġSkinnerūƨɣġ
˵㲻ͷˣMulderϣʡ
SkinnerִƽūϽһ
ԡSkinnerЦ
ڣMulderʣеθһڴͿ־彻Ѹٳˡ
ڣˡSkinnerƣ۾Mulder
ҵĴ --- Ϊҵ⣬յķɣǡ
ĴΪҵĹ̫æˣǻζһѵԣǶ㲻̫áSkinnerüͷ
Mulder̾˿ҵıҲûˡͷƳԼİƨɣΪ˵öسš
ʲôʱûģSkinnerū׽С
Mulderҧ촽㿪ߡм,ϵ
Һָʾ㣬ʧʱҪҡЩūпɲʲôѡ⣬кЩģSkinner˵۾ڳҵñǵһ֮ǰҪʱıǣԱʱԼݣԼ˭ġ
֪Բš㡯 --- ˵ģæʵϡMulderͣһ¡
ţSkinner׷ʵ.
ǺۣˣMulderϵʲô̡ǾΪʲôҪЬԭ룬Ҫ޴ĻҲҪʲôֻԭأɫʶξȻлгʱ̸ŶǹеȻ̸ܺ̽ԱĶԻ˺ū򡭡˵ĶԻ
MulderܾȻôࡣÿιʱɵ̸˴ֲڵָůʪ촽ūԼģ糿ѷΪҪȥʵеѵʹûκ˳ϹҪԼΰ˵ĻᡣֻҪͷSkinnerϥǻǿļSkinnerеأĲɵظŪūÿȥ룬Ѿγһ䡣
SkinnerĹҪÿתѾмˣǸоѾˡ෴ģMulderһʱX-FILEĹȴ̫æϣÿԼ˿ʱ䣬Ҫ¡ǾϵֺУħǰ,Ӧٺʲˡ
ϣ˰Сʱѯȥͼĺʱ䣬һżȻζʼֹܾͻӣ뿪ܵͼȥǸǼǵĵ绰ȥˡ
ǿ˭ĳͷǵҪĶࡣSkinner˵˼ذĴַūƨĦš
֪Mulder̾
˵ʵҵ㿴Լıʱô룿SkinnerֵͳɳƵMulderһ
˵ǸSkinnerƻЦ˵Ƴūֵ˷ܵ״̬
ҲϲṆ̀Mulderʼ˵ܡðɣʽĳִ̼ҲĶ --- ǻ۵Ҫô˵ɣһ뵽ЩǶҾͻἤ --- ܣӡҵϡʹҸϲǸʹܼһֻϣʱЩǵĴڣģˣĵк̧Ƴһ˺ɫģɲ۾ʱֻЩǶҾͻӲˡ˵
ܺáôǵĳ뱣 --- Ҫ㱻ҵӡSkinnerϵ˵пܵʱҪ֡Цţūƨһ£ǸϸĹ̫ˣˡMurrayľۻ֮ǰһٸϱǵģң --- رıǡ֤˵
MulderСһɰ۾ɻSkinnerֻǴЦţܾһ͡
ĩμMurrayparty --- Ҫǰչʾ㣬Skinner˵߽ʳɼ״Ϊ˴ﵽĿģһͷβȫ״̬ΪκǸ״̬ˣһҪң֪𣿡
MulderͷеԼ˷ѾӲǼɴֹϵѾܾˣÿĩSkinnerҪȵ˳ֱ޷Ƶ˷ܡ
ҪչʾѵеĶôгЧSkinner˵ҼǵãϴMurraypartyϷ˺ܲҵ¼Mulder̾˿ֵͷҧǸLee
һҪSkinnerЦҪǿһòģܹѵūı֣ҿ϶ǻ⿴һ˹淶һūľֹʹսʶеѵˡָŪūͷūģΪЩҿǶ̫ --- Ҫ»ص죬кһִ³ĳ磬̫Զͻό겻˵MulderһɦĥӲͷš
ˣɡԼʵֱļһСš
ڵ㶼ֹ侫SkinnerһģԵظػϣҲпѵķ֮һū --- Ҹ飬Ӧ֪һ㣬СѵʱҶڴʲôȥļѾ㱣ֲ侫㹻ѵˣⷽӦܿƵĺרҵˡʮЦЦMulder˸Ǻܺ --- ΪһҪǰֵĲ״̬ܳʱ䡣
ǰMulder˵ˡ
ǰSkinner϶صͷȷ˵ÿʼϰ뷨к
Mulder۾ͷԺԼţֱֱţվڹǰϷΣӵǰأʹ˷ɳƵĴЦ
㿴ȥǳģSkinnerͳ˵ƯģȫװСսеƢѱǡôֿMulderƨɣһָͬʱū˫ݾܾҪū־ȫķӡMulderܵسԼʧ˴ĻСSkinnerſMulderԼĽϣԡ
ˣкڽѵ״̬Ҫעҵÿһź --- ӻ򲻼, ƨɾҪᣬҵ֣õĵκιߡSkinner˵źŵĻ䡣һ֣MulderӦɳ֫ŵأ̺ϡ⣬룬һЩЩСͷ϶ܰ״̬úõ׼ս˵ţSkinnerվ߳䡣
MulderȥˣȻְԭһҶ붯һ£̧ͷһۣվҡܾ˻վǶ˼ӣSkinner߹¥ݵĽŲ˻ˡ
к׼ǵ͵ʱǽվšSkinnerMulder߽ʱע⵽SkinnerʲôϸһԭǷSkinnerûиù --- Ӧ˵Ϸ⣬ûаMulder.
ǽū˫ַǽSkinner˵Mulderһһհ죬˫ֳǽϣںơȷֿ --- ٿһ㣬SkinnerMulderȫ˷ڵеĺȫ¶ţţȴ룬˫Ҳţ޷׼ƷSkinner̶˫֮䣬ڽϰãϲϺߵսSkinnerЦվ
Mulder϶άֲ˶áȱֵ̫
о񱣳ֲSkinnerָʾת뿪ūǽƨ⣬ȷֿ
MulderڳæµغŸ裬ɵöǽ˸ĶǽͶǳǳӰĵضǽ˼ӡȻ䣬һƨϼʹʹԾشгͷSkinnerӶһѳľס
Ϊ˸ղҵЬϷSkinnerӦúܿ죬Ϊܶõк
ǣˣMulderʵĻشڼڴ󣬼ЩβʹȷʵͦۡSkinnerȥûù̾ --- ʵǣûκ˶ʹùоƤϵĴСͽ񣬵һЩһЩûƤۡ
ǽкʱ򣬻ذƨɿȵġ
Skinnerӵƽͷһƨʹʹسһ£ʹMulderϢţֿȼļһڳæ߶ʱʱŷ׵ƨϵÿһµĳʹȲѡ˺üӣ˺Ȼķɿĺݳ4¡һ֪Skinner£ְ۵Ҫһ¡
ŵз˵ζƮʶԼöˮˡԷʱܸɰΪȱ̫ۡڣSkinner˷
ڣƨɲˣҾٸһ£˵أSkinnerһֶĿʵľһһµѾ۵ƨʱMulder̲סСļţֱʹӲǰͦšΪţԼʹּҵĥеʱ̫Ļ϶Լ᲻֧ءΪľȫԺͷˢͬ --- ܴʹþ֮һ
ˡSkinnerţ̰ĥȻֹҿӦüӵͣ˵MulderϢеһֻ͵ָȴĺУټӵϣSkinner͵͵˵ץסūĴȡMulderִϢţSkinnerӲոܷȻʹƨϡ͵ָů˫ϸŪţȻ屻ץסûκζǰϷ˵ֱӽ롣Muldeṟǽ --- ϴSkinnerʹѾкüˣѾ˵ĸоˡţβӭSkinnerĲ롣
һóͣģ뵽ڳﱻû⣬ַܿЦͷֻūʹSkinnerҪڲϷһװMulderҲ˵֡
ڳءSkinnerŪЦ˵촽Mulderĺ󾱣ūļιǡҵĲˣкʱģ۵Ĳ𽥼ǿMulderеصסŴﵽ߳
㻹Ǽҵ֮ǰ𣿡MulderʣеԼΪͷŶʹ
ǵ --- һССľܾûкSkinnerЦ˵ϵū˫磬ʹѡ˳MulderеҺ˳Ĵе㰹࣬Mulderϲָоͺ񱻱ǣ֤˶ūȫȨɵðоˡ
ԼŪɾкҡSkinnerMulderתΪ˷İ󸿲ˡSkinnerЦŽ˵MulderŲߵˮرߡϴˣȻԼSkinnerץסһ۵ǡһĿθˣţˡ
ͷǳζǹ˵õģȻֿšSkinnerһֻӴһ޴ȡʳι˳ԣ߳Ա߸ū̸
㴦ѵ״̬ʱ㳣ȨͱֹˣSkinner˵MulderԵĲΪȻ˵ʲôȨ
̫ˣSkinnerЦţ뿪㣬кÿϿԼӾҲ׼ܲϣ㱣ʢľֱĩѧôĳ嶯Ҳѵһ֡
ǣˣMulderͷҪпͷˡ
һỨʱǣ --- Ҫĩ粽ظңǲǸƯСϵӣSkinnerMulderһͷʹūϢFoxضūʵҪչʾѵõĳɹͬʱҲչʾ˿ҪǶģʢģѱ˳ַӵģòȫūк𣿡ͳɳƣջMulderˣȫ²
һᾡܡĵ˵
(2)
һMulderȫǺ͵Ρվһ˵þȫSkinner״̬ȷʵŬˣÿ˶ָָ㣬ȡЦеУĳЦήˡShitǰôҲ벻·Fox MulderģţΪ˵Ȥӵİ˼š뵽ǰ˶ɵȫ䡣Ȼ֮䣬ͼ֮бóջMulderɿذһЩ·ӽ·SkinnerһӡȻʱеĳͷֻҪ㿪˼칤ǸpartyͻˣֻҪܺͱԼʹࡣڿڼʮ˫ӵĿ裬ӻЩ
Mulder㳶·ϣ¥ȥȡֻЬŲˡڻ򵽻ƱҪֱӿȥͼMulderҵֻſЬʲôʪĶںڰˢ֣ûֹסСһԻɫ۾⣬ϤĽ
߿˵Ҫѹ㣬϶㡣֪ǼһıӸһ飬˹֡
Wandaڵϣᶨؿ
÷ϻңҷ߲ɡûҲܺõġȻķ裬϶û¡Mulder˵뵽˽ıŭЩͼĻSkinner绰ιҡ뿪죬֪ݸС١ֻŴӵ绰һ˴ŭɪɪҲ绰MulderWanda˵ŵһֻǰצţĶǰ΢΢תڳЦ֪֪ᵣҵġҲҸøemailͲõˣҲԸ˵ԡáWandaɾĽצʼעƨɣ̧һֻצϸҪĲλ
˵ĲǷϻMulderض˵Ҫ˼ֻǰצȤشǷ
֪ô --- 룬ҵĩˣˣСĸèҸľҪôɣMulderšɿĶȫëëȫɿһҪôɣMulderظһ顣ضŲŲæתеSkinnerҵķ򻺲ȥԶߵ¥ݸǰͣһ£ͷ
ôңšգգۣתȥMulder̾˿˹ΪҲΪ㣬˻Ƶ˵ţSkinnerҡڴϰūضӡMulderذѰڵذϣڴߡSkinnerܳʱ䣬زнͶˣһַֻSkinnerģůļϡһӾѹ
Foxô£ʵ
ҡMulderسϣԲұ㣬Wanda̸ˡ
ԡSkinnerׯصصͷڴ֣ⷽ˵һָֻŮ˵°MulderĿ̰¶ϡȻʶʲô˽ܽĹϵȷϷĶô˵塣лӿͷѾڿ￪ʼӲˡ
ҪŶSkinnerƳMulderõİū·
ԡͼMulder˵سϡWandaΪⲻ̫ãǶԵģ룬һӦö㽲԰ϣ¡
ҪĻ°뱲ӶˡSkinnerĬ˵Mulder˸ðɣSkinnerʮࡣҪȥͼΪȷʵֵõĶ˵Ҫӱĩļƻʵ
߶УMulderɿĴ̾˿룬߾Ӷࡣ˸جΣҳġ沪ţվһȺǰˡҸ㶪ˣˡϵ
SkinnerЦл죬Wanda˳䣬۾Բ
Mulderе۾һҲɵúWandaһ
Fox·ҲȥSkinnerᶨضū˵
MulderһŵЬѵţпڵذϡͶSkinnerĻĸоʵ̫ˣŵ˫˴Ҳеů
һҪңкSkinnerMulderĶߵǿ׳ֱ۽§סMulder˫εסMulderȣʱūѾ޷ƶ
ĩı𣬡Skinnerᶨظ⽫ǶѵļκεʧܶҵġֻҪȡҾͺãҪġھҪסкѾܶˡ
֪ˡMulder˵е˷ĵֱӵţָоζƢ
㲻κ¡ҽչʾ --- ˽˳ϣǹ --- ⶼΪҵãΪ˱˵ġʵ㱻չʾʱҲ̫ע⵽ˡSkinner
ΪʲôMulderʵɤӷɡѵҵ۾Ҫ𣿡
֡SkinnerһֻŵģѱС۾˵־ǱҪġֻܿǰĶרעҵš
֡MulderĥһShit,һ䡣SkinnerִЦ
ҲܡMulderҡͷǲܽܡôĿ˵Ŀ̰壬ţȤڷ֣㾹ȻˣμӰ˵ľģľֱܸǳ󡣡
Skinnerֵ͵͵ЦʵҺٲμȥûвμӵɡ§Mulder.֪ʲôҵİá˵ʵԴAndrewû飬Ҳûʱϡҹһʿӡһᾡұ˵ְ𣬶κҵˣһṩһֱرԼһķݡֱҽģҰģ˵ģԵģȫɿܵūкҪ˽ӴҪչʾһк¥ϵķǵġܶﶼˡ
Ŷ𣿡MulderʵȻ֮佩סSkinner˵ÿūԵϲá޴飬Ϊ̽Mulder޿ܽܣūFoxð --- ѡ񣬲
ŶˣSkinnerԵūӦñû˵ĵط --- Ӧչʾ˿кҷյʱ̫ˣԼҪʹźҪ˵עʱ򡣡
ҪMulderܿ϶ںָо --- ˵Ĵϣӵţ˵ʫ续ߡ
ǵģкҪһЩɣSkinnerЦţ谮MulderβҪһ˫ʵ֣һˣص;˵Ҫ˰ҪҪһǿȫ׼뿪ΪˣҲΪʶӵкͱӵеĹϵǶôáūˣҲū
𣿡MulderЦţôҲңΪʲôûҵıǣһţ
ˣSkinnerߵֻϵıǿġûпƤϣFox, 
ŶMulderظеһֱĿնˣŶĻ㹫ƽţ˵Ļޱȵɡร۾͵еʹʹһĺϡΪʲôԹ˵
Ϊҿԡ?Skinner߿Ц ҪȻȥP.E.T.S.Ͷߣ˵Ű㣿
ѾǷ˷ʼұԹͲһˡMulderЦš
˺űƨȥ˯Skinnerв˵ְٵūƨϴһ¡
˯к׼̸ʲôܵ¡ҲĩǿӸ --- 㵽û׼ءֻҪҡ
һġMulderţ¼˼ůģ¶ĴС㣬Walter.
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˽ŬMulderʱǸе顣ŬſסԼ˵ҪûдӰ칫¥ܲؼңˣûйסѵͽ17¥Ŵ߽ԢţһλŮʿվϵǵھӣҲڳʱ档
һΣΪ޹ش֣
ĩ˲μparty첻ڣSkinnerھMrs.AsherտWandaĲ䷳,WandaµܿࡣMulderԴ˲ΪȻMrs.AsherSkinner¶ľMulder경Ƚ˷ܣŮʿǰĶţ̸ЦߣAsher̫̫ףSkinnerAndrewȥҵµİˡ
ţSkinner˼ؿū˽ºܸ߰۵
ǣϣôأûܣȥϣ㶼ס޷죬ҪҳţֲţһȺǰչMulderɧڼʹеͷԷҲʲô¡
֪ڵ˸øǵʱˣSkinner˵ţúڳصū˵ܽĽţ˳Լ --- ЩˣΣգк
MulderθţЩԼȻŰڳ˼ƵSkinner.ǣˡĻصеԼȷ
¥ϷȥSkinnerľȡԿףūСѹ·Ƕҡˣһ׼
ǣˡMulderٵػشһݵ¥еŭ޷йشˡ߽Ϸңڴڵش --- ǵشϢͼ˽İ취Լͼūĳҵİ뾲ף޷ɿѵ·ͣεؿűԼӵ߰£Ӻͳ㣬ʶӦ£پ̾˿ǿԼƽ͵ȫãطϡһУѱڵذϽ״̬Ǹе޷ɡһڷȥ⡣˵ķңһ˫ůļʱһ
ɡߵ
Ұ첻Żش
㵱Ȼõվס𶯡
MulderӲأŬؿסϢ˫š˽ĺ󱳽סߴ˿š
סһSkinner˵ĴַMulderĺĤλá
Mulder˫ۣSkinnerͷϣڸеޱߵ糱ӿŵ֫塣
ĩҽ㸺кSkinnerֵͳģ˵ֻشҵʻΨһҪξȡңҪڱһ¶ҡĽţĿ־壬еһжſֻҪһúõչġ
MulderĺŻˣĳĸо͸ȫÿһϸ
һҪϴȨıǡҪؽҪͬرҪչʾҪǵģʹ --- Ϊҳϵı֣Ҫһʹࡣʩʹʹã͡
Mulder̾ϢʼӲΪ޷ĳԭЩȻżɫӰ
˾ĬһSkinnerһֱظūĸĺ
׼÷𣿡ԺSkinnerʵ
MulderһȻͷ
ǺáȥµĦ̨ſáҪ̶֫ΪεıҪǳȷ
Mulderٵͷΰ߽Ħ̨ƽƤ̨ſáԺֿū˫ȣһƤ̶סMulderغ衣Mulder󲿺ײߵǰ
MulderţθţSkinnerȡƵ̡һūMulderԵʱĸо£ź͵͵һơᰴ˵ָʾȥϣ׼κγ̶ȵʹΨһĵķʽҲرô֪ѾӲ壬ͬʱҲ֪콫ͷš߻̨ǰMulderƨɣûϿʼSkinner̵ǰūŵȴϻܵʹɳڡMulderʼ壬֪սڴ˿Ѳٵֿ
һֻ£FoxǳǿҡSkinner˵
Mulderͷе̸νλãͣ˺ܾáһ󼲷磬SkinneŗֺݺݵһƽʹƬ̲ --- ĵʹMulderɵ÷Сı
ޣshit,е
õģкֱ𶯡ǾµĹSkinner
Mulderеͣں͸ղһι֮ʶԽǵλã˰ӣһ
Fuck!Mulderšޣϵѽˣֱ֧̼аĻ
ʹӡ̵þߡˣֻǣǱͷSkinnerЦ˵Mulderܽνˡᷨĸ޹ءƨ۵ü¶ѡSkinner̷ϣɿس¡MulderȻǳذţȻһʱ϶ˡƨͬպӿ̹һ㡣
õģкǳÿSkinner˵ҿ϶ϲģFox.
⿪ū̶ϵͷһǡǰһMulderȫͶСSkinnerƺķʽʱꡣ§ס˵ָūձǺõ߮˳ÿһ̦ƸŪǿҵʹɫĿлཻ۵顣Mulderس˽ӵĴָĩˣSkinnerſƬ̹ҡΣͷһƬհס
ҵƷSkinnerЦ˵ū쵽ǰMulderžվãԼ߿ --- ԿˡMulderתͷԼβӳ񣬲ɵһϳ޵ĺɫһȷġWͣVιߡ
Щôƽ --- ÿһνӵǡôSkinner˳Mulderϵıƶ˵Mulderţ޷ߴոձǵƿ
̫ˡ૵ţڵأ˵Ьһǡлл˵ϱֵĿĸԴˣеЩƵģĵϲá
ӦңһõӡϵĿţͷԸؿˡ
ӡԼ --- ӡԶ޷ȥҲһ㽫һˣӶƤҵӡSkinnerظ
Johnny DeppMulder˵SkinnerɻüëֱϻWinona Forever˦ܾˡMulder˵
ԣSkinnerЦţԣһҪ
ʮȷMulderе˵Ҳκˣ㡭㲻ô𣿡ӵʵ
Skinnerū΢ЦţͷŵMulder°͵£̧ͷؿ۾
㽫Զңк֤˵ҵģֻҵġ
Mulderͷٴ˵ĽšǾӡҰɣˡ˵Ƭ̣׿㡣˻Ƶص
SkinnerһץסMulderͷܺãкһġ˵ޱֿʹMulderļһսʥһ̡֮Ļһ㡣ȵӡֽߵʱ̣ϲΪ֪ӡǣ־ΪWalter Skinnerȫģɱ粵Mulderһʱ̣΢΢˵ͷ΢Цţſūͷ˳ͷ
ڣкܿġڣǻһЩҪ׼ء
ЩǶôˣMulderSkinnerҪֻ޴ĳʵ
ǵģţūSkinnerشݸMulderһ˫ȸѥӡMurrayﵱȻкȫװҾȾָūҵĴ´硣ȫϷ绯party,кҲҪģ𣿡
˵ʵϻᴩ·𣿡Mulderɻʵ
ʱģֺõĻSkinnerЦŴŪūձǺõƨɡӦ˵װΡȡšȷһЩݸMulderһߣʹūҲûʱϸˣ --- ȻĹ°Skinner΢ЦţЩרùߣҲȥк
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Walterܸܲ߹١ؾôε룬Ҳ㲻ٷˡMurrayգ۾˵
رĩĴۻᡣСһ˺ܺõӰ졣MulderգգۡҸк׼ĿͷȻһҪʺ𾴵ı˵ݡʹɫSkinnerֿЦˣҵĴ˵ĺ󱳡ǸMurray¥߹ȣȾͷһ޴ķ䡣ſ˫˴׵ԡңMulderԴ̵ӡ
ѹҪôpartyڣӷ䣬ŵҧס촽ΪԼܿص˵ڣMurrayֻЦЦ
ȷʵ --- ôĵطſϧϲҵ͡أſɿĻ֧֣ǿ԰ǵϲװ磬Ϊõ۾Ϣһ£һ¥¼Ե㶫Murray˵
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Walter --- ܹԶҵ --- ȻСҲǡ¥±ˣԱһҪõڿ˵Mulderʹɫ
òǶMulderĻSkinnerüͷּһ䡣˴˸ָMulderڵءSkinnerһָֻMulderϡ
ȷӣūڿʼҪһ֣ǻشֱӵʻ
Mulderͷ۾MurrayһδЦţͷС쵰Ĳѽϴμ㵽ڣҶ½̸İϷܸȤء˵˳ȥMulderŵعSkinnerԱߡѹ·ūȻϴ裬ٴҽ촩ɫĳͺɫƤ㡣ҵ·ŪģϿȥƽסҵӳŬһ׼˲ЬĹߡSkinnerָһֻӡȡźãʱ׼¥ȥҺ̸ʱԸҲЬ
Mulderͷ˾ĴҪͷţ֪Сѵдﵽ˵⣬ͷŵԸǲʵֵġ
æµ׼ϴˮ˵·ҵ³ȥSkinnerӵָûҪMulderȫͶ뵽ĹȥСϸѵ·ûһڸߴ˵ȥ͵һǣϲĵط˽ԡңȻ˳ӵعһԣȴһķԸԡʱѲܱסͷĹ˳ơ˵˵۽ȩ̈͵ĿSkinneržϸëĿϣԷģᾡľۻΪ
ҲSkinnerרĻ룬MulderȻϴȥĭҲɡSkinner߳ԡҡҹǰĦҪ̫ --- ʹҷɾͿԣȻ͡
ǣˡMulderæִȿֺõSkinnerɵϡϲ˰ĦͨԴΪڣлԸַʽ׽ͷָSkinnerη죬Ϣغľ޴һ·˵ļǣôԼֻİĦڴߣ۾¿
ܺáSkinnerūͷһ£ڣʣµˮԼϴϴͷϣ㿴ȥָɾҸ20ӵʱ䣬ȻҪ졣
ǣˡMulder󣬻صSkinnerԡڷMulderֹȴһָʾ
ԼͿ͡SkinnerݸһƿͣȤζһЩҪ˵ţԡۣʼظԼڴūȡ
MulderŵؽӹͣһЩϲȽֱݣɵϲ뷨ʱ˻Ϊ̼ԵĶչʾ𣬶ҲʹԼáͷһߣͷʪʪ´ȻʼͰĦԼز²ɹƵظŪԼֱϵпʼͦڶһֱⳡұ޵ıݣԼ޴ѾúӲˡ
Mulder˫ָԼȻתתչʾıǹƨɣԼָ滬ţָԼĺ󶴣ڣţٶ鲼ȫĲת£Ϳ˫ȣȻ˫ۺͲٻص۾ʼպ˵ĺ۾šSkinnerصαϣѾɴ
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Ҵ·Skinnerվ˦ԡۡMulder˴ϽƤ㣬Ϊݵĳ֯ʱĥ, ʱҪҪöࡣţ˳صƤЬϿۣȻ󣬳ݵķƷSkinnerȥǷ --- ԡͿͣխƤ;еĳ¹½׳ļ塣һ׼μʥĽ죬ϲūкš
㣬SkinnerҪÿ˿ҵƷֲҪչʾóһŵͬƤ --- ֻһҪĲͬ㡣ӵβˣʹôߵƨɱ¶档
ֻˣMulderЩѣεʵʶǳڽǲ󼰵ˡ
ȻSkinner΢Цˣ촩ϡҪЬҪŽšMulderѸٵش˳Ϳ͵Ĺ⻬壬ڶƤһĥŲ֪ʲôʱĲ÷ôһħ·оʮأϴſӣʵƨȴе쬡
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Ȼǻ㶫Skinner˵һСӣóһĽ̶Mulder黷ϡȡһһЩģǰһм䣬Ϊǣ˵Ҫǣ״̬SkinnerūǾ˵ҪҴ粽룬ɳӵأɿܵأҸÿָơҷſǣҪ𣿡MulderͷȻúܸɡҪȥˣĳɫáܺáSkinnerһӵͷMulderͷĿУū˳ӵಽ뿪䡣
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ܶMurray˵ţȡʳMulderҵһλȻȥȡһ̲ȡصSkinner߹£Ѳ̵ݸˡSkinnerһ߽ͣһߺHammerؽ̸ţżһʳūĿСMulderҲˣȫ޷ѡԵʳ
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ˣFox,һѣ̧ͷHammerЦš
˿Skinner֪ԼλӦ׼κ̸شƺЩ
ܸ˵𣬻ⲻHammerʱߴMulder͵һΡ
ĩ״̬SkinnerMulderͷԸ˵ --- ָܻشһ
HammerMulder죬MurrayߡΪѵе൱˳
ѧúܿ죬ҿȡҡSkinnerMulderΪΪ̸ֲܲԶϷաӺ͵͵һְSkinnerϥϣˡ
Ҽ --- ӦԼݣѧϰСǸõĽ׶ΡHammer̾ϢţMulderգգۡ
ǵģûSkinner΢ЦţӣкֱҪƨʱΪҵȤչʾMulder뵽Ͽ϶öһŴˣںƣԱƨеĿ⡣
ƯıǡHammerθ˵˵
ҺܿõıǡSkinner΢Ц˵
ӡ𣿡HammerЦԼdomMurrayաһҲҪ㣬Foxұӡһһֵء
Mulder˫ۣսƤζëȻ龰һʹ࣬Ǿˡ˵ĿSkinnerЦţֺ޳ܵظūƨɣʹMulderյø죬ˣȴɵӭ˵֣ܴ˿̵ĸ
Fox뿪֮ǰ׼Hammer̸̸㽫Ҫӡ¡ǽնԡ֮ǰһҪ̸Skinnerָʾ˵MulderͷĬĬظм׼һֱҪ¡
Walter --- ǽ˼飬Hammer˵Ҫ󡣡
ллҲκpartyĺ£ȻǶ뻹û̸̸һ¡SkinnerشMulderţĥš塯ϻʲô⡣
֪ܿˡһСʱԺSkinnerǣūǣصҡҵѥӺϹĹ --- ҲϡϣеĶġSkinner
ǣˡMulderͷ
жŽҪ꣬кͱ˯ --- 𣿡MulderٵͷūݵĸоãSkinnerŵһʩ֮ĹϵδľءеڽƤ˾زţͷţ̾ϢϣSkinnerҪȵﵽ߳
ҪڲʱԣְSkinnerǻʱкܶҪۣҲҪκδһõūҪʱע˵ҪҲӡҪκζһ㡣
ǣˡMulder˿ĭЩ࣡Skinner΢Цţū˫ָMulder¶ƨɣš
úܺãкҶ⡣ͺţҧMulderĶס촽
ҵĴھΪ˷㣬ˡMulderſʱ̱˵
ܺáSkinner΢Цˡ
塯ĳԱۼͼ --- һķ䣬¯ȼܵ¯Skinnerһž޴ϵӵλMulder߰ʼϹĹһ߿ʼɻһ͵ļԱȵطMurrayȻļŵĳԱ --- HammerȴǡһЩϤףҲһЩδı档Χӵȫ14SkinnerΨһһū̺ --- MulderӦֻǱ˵Ȩ
лҷMurrayʢʱμۻᡣSkinnerȫԱ˵ϴμѾһʱˣڼ䷢һЩֵһ£һΪΪҪ
MulderĶδκαʾǼϹĹϡܿSkinnerѥӲѩյԼӰӡѥӷһߣߡʵϣճ̿ɳƷζΧ֯İȫʩ̸֯״ԼμȨʿĺԱ֯ĹϽزٴ⵽ǰйµѲ顣Mulderŵģ́ۿˡʱѾˣSkinnerһһֱĺۡĪӦϢʱ仹ҪMulderԷģһҪĩ취˺ú÷һ¡SkinnerӣŵضĶסСشϢšתͷūMulderͷ˫ֱߵĹһɫӣʵϺһӣϹƤ︽Լۡһ
̵ĩһһǰҽӵһsubķʽͶߡSkinner˵MulderĶָע⡣ָIanplayerҹҵĹԢ񼫶ȼոսӴtopǿҵǴܾ͸¶޷׷飬ϣ˶Դ˽⡣ٴηγʽͶߣǾҪȡж
Mulderνжľ庬塣̸УϸţŵĴռеϸڣΪԼܹʥؽӴĵܶм
ʱѹҹMulderպеĻƣ˴ţصǵҡSkinnerϣƣغһ
˹̫ˡMulder˵˵ĸǰѵЬࡣ
ū׼SkinnerŴ
ū˵ĽǡMulderش˵յǰ˫šƬ̣SkinnerЦҡͷ
ūçײ֮ǰӦ濼ǵԼ᲻ᱻϵ˵ϥϰᡣSkinnerһֱִЦ˵
˿ĳͽĻūڳܵġMulderֿSkinner˫ϥʼ˽Ŧۣĥĥأ˵ؿŽɫһ¶¶һǡSkinner˫ŵϣūȰMulderת˵Ŀӣ⿪ƤSkinnerվMulderѵ㣬ҽ³Skinner߽ԡңMulderϴȻˢתطʱ˫ü
ū --- ֻڵʱ¶ָʾţ߽޴˫˴
MulderɿسԼƤﳤ㣬ҺãԼϴϺҶص䣬Skinnerڴϣֳͷעŵū
ˣMulderȷʵǺ˯ڴϣ˯Աߵĵذϣ
ޣҽԸҵūůSkinner˵ţҿʾ
һûеϹĹMulder˵
һڹɡһǸƯƨĥ --- Ҫú
MulderҪκνһĹеϴ˵ԣSkinnerϵƣһ׽סūѹMulder壬Ķͷϡ
ֵĺܰСһ˵ţִָMulderͷΪе
ҺܿġMulderʵشָںڰиİգ°ͣ촽ߵЦУƤϼӲĺ硣ҺMurrayûпᣬˡ
MurrayǼίԱĳԱHammerǡSkinnerΪʲôأū㲻˽˵ĸԡHammerˣܻϲMurray¿ܰ鷳½subȥ
֪ˡҲҸղšMulderʼ硣
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ŶMulder۾ʼӦ˺ڰSkinnerźҡͷ
˵ϵۣñ˵Լڹһֻ׷ŵԹǸҵİ칫ҸҴŵ̽SkinnerЦţֻΪãͷ߱źͼǿ־ --- ȻĳƢ֪Щ޷޵˵
ҡMulder뿪ڣ˽סĻ
£к --- ڡSkinner˵Գ΢ЦӰӡΪڣҪʹ㡣Ҫūֱͷš
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кSkinnerؽһֻģָ̽ū󻬹ĸţMulder̾Ϣſ˫ʹ˸롣
Skinnerѹ˫ȣڸߴ˵ǰSkinnerһ˫쵽ϣסū壬˿̣ѾǳMulderūͷ̧Ӣ磬ǵˡ
е˼ӲסŵڣԼ壬˽ʱطɣǵһȻѾϣSkinnerūƶԼȡʵλǵ۾ʼŶԷغԶ޷ͷأSkinnerʼȻٲȥͷͬʱϵūMulderıϣϣʱͷ͵Ŀǻͬūķʽһ
һ̣MulderһθеԼ˵ĽӽSkinnerؽڣεضסĸű˾޴ĸоð㻶䣬˵ǰڵ۾ӲħȥMulderĻǡ
SkinnerʼӿٶȣMulderݳÿһǰ嶼صֵūǰ١MulderӲͷţⲻ˿һ㡣ްע˵׵رݣȫ׳ԼСSkinnerĽӽһǿȣMulderеԼƷǿҵĿеľκСĿֵĽԼӵתƵоǰϣÿβףһһνߵ˷塣ţSkinnerڽкӭ߳ϵļ鴤ţ۾ʼū侫ľһһغū֡MulderеڲţԼҲ֮һǿδľ --- û侫ﵽļ˷ܵĸ߳
һʼǰٵĸ߳һ˲䴫ÿһĩңΪһ̱ūı걾ϢţǰһĿİ׹ڰһáеSkinnerرظǿҵSkinnerţ߳ನвϵš˶ŵصŶԷľκƽSkinnerһūϣԱŽϵ״̬Muldeŗ˫۱ס˺ʪ壬һڹͬ߳Уþƽ
ϵۣҰ㡣Skinnerߵ
ǰSkinner˵ǡʵڡ
֪Mulder̾Ϣţǡôġ
SkinnerЦţر˿̵顣ūȻǿ׳˫۰Mulder뻳ӵԳϢС
˳ʱSkinnerMulderĶ૵˵Ҳ㡣
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MulderѹΪ޷˯չ壬еŲλ΢΢ʹԷЦô --- Ӧ˵һΡϸĿֻʵ̫ЦˡˡSkinnerһ˯ĺܳȥǺƣ۾ĺӰɼMulderϸڵĹѹڳˡΪ˵ĽɫҲ˵أߴ˴ΡMulderϴ糿ϰߣԼ󻬺ãȻϹĹ
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ӦøϰߵĽѷ񣬲Ҳ֪ûȥϴMulderЦţҲǲñ׵鷳֮һɣݸĿȡĳĬк꿧ȣMulderͷ˵ļͷSkinnerһ
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ҴʲôˣMulderЩʡ
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ҵġMulderµʡ
ѵ𣿡Skinnerһüëȡ --- ֻƳˡҽչʾʱҪƨɴʵĺ󡣡
ǣˡMulderԷ
糿ʱɻжȹMulderIanոյá˸һСʱʱ졣HammerĵӡĿͿ־塣
ǾжۣMulderһˡ
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ҪIan˵㽫Զ㣬ܴõӡǣMulder.
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㱻ȭ𣿡HammerʮͻȻʵ
ʲôMulderص
ҲӦ˸ȭ --- ҲҪȫҪȷʶܽܣˣҲӡ׼ˡǴҵĸǲģλð΢Цţ׵ĳdomԸ
ҵ˸ --- ҿ϶ʱģMulderţȻϲôɾô --- ȷʵûҪ
ӦҪ󡣡HammerЦMulderաɣFox㻹أʵЩ̫ˡѾ㴩ˡȭӡͨЩʽܸܵԷӵޱȵսĿС
HammerһЦӦMulderĿеŲȥӭһЩµĿˡ
ݵȷӵĿξȥˡIanš
׳աMulder뿪Цظһȭ
㣬Mulder˵ĶԡҸҵdomദĲ֪ôĻϣҾࡣȻԼĽ࣬Walterܸյĺܺõġ
ԡMulderף̧˰һЩֵе⡣Ŷshit,̾μǸСѵIan
ңòţIanЦţֻǹۿ͹̼ˡȥ˷ܵòˡ
ллô˵ҸоöˡMulderԹš
һƥƯСIan֤Ǽֵ˶ߡöݡ
MulderеĺݺݲһţIanŵѧ˻
MulderصңSkinner衣ϴ裬ȴ˵ķԸ
Ҵ·SkinnerMulderеͶ뵽ȥź˴һʮֺ㣬سг޳ֱ˫ȣȻ˲Ĺɼ˵ѥSkinnerϰ׳£һɫʿסMulder˺󼸲žηעţĬƺԸеԼÿһë׶Ľ֮顣SkinnerȥֹǸ߹󣬼ֱ׿ԽMulderþûڵأֲĺɫƤѥ
һҪ¥ҲǿЦŽ
һԼк֮ǰйҪءSkinnerרMulder̾ͷ
ҿ϶˵ʲôSkinnerܿţ΢΢һЦˣȻҵıӡ˵ţͶMulderһʮ΢ЦMulderθһ¡ÿǵкȥ
Mulder΢΢ŵݸɫƤޡSkinnerвƵĽƤѥӲһһٶʹūͻȻһ
ţ·ӵȥSkinnerţϡFox --- 㵽ǵһһƥСˡ
ǡMulderתת飬һѰܵϥϣһȻƨϺݺݵذ¡
ǻҪٶʲô𣿡Skinnerʵ
Mulder˿ĭˡ˵
ܺáSkinner˵ǻҪȷѵҪﵽӦеЧ˵MulderƨһʮҵĴֱūصشϢţס˼ʵĴ֧Լ˭SkinnerʵݺĴš
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ʲôSkinnerʵ
˵ʲôҾʲôҪʲôҾʲôһƥ
MulderкţĴһһεSkinnerȻûʹκεĹߣ֪Ļ̵ƨһֺˡ
Skinnerвǿ˵ε̬ȡ
һƥˡġŶshit,໣ġԸΪЧͣҪԣ
ܺãSkinner˵ٶȡMulderƨϰţʹһ£ȻſūMulderȥջǵƨɣϣܻǾҵļʹ
SkinnerվڣһƥС˵㲻ܸκ˽̸ --- ڣֱͬ˵Ȼѧ˻ --- ҲȫưһūЦšӣߣҧҽ㲻Ҫô㣬ҵıӾͲˡ⣬ΪμӵǹľҪκ˴㣬𣿡
ǣˡMulderͷշ̣úƨɼһˡ
һͬҵ֮㣬ܳԽ޶ȣSkinnerظMulderͷһ --- ǣһһָʾġ
Ǿͬͨһ --- ֻһشÿľһƥ˰ġռš
ǵľǺ 8 Skinner˵Mulder쵽һУӷڵϡˣСԡΪ˹ںúôƯѵ·MulderˣվԭؿSkinnerǴĴӣĶһȡ --- Ҳκΰ㱣ֲĶ --- ǲƽSkinner˵Űѻmulderغ
һװӦòëϵ˿ƯĽᡭSkinner˼š﷭һɫ˿塣Skinner˵ţذ˿ϵūϣװһȷɽܹȫĲΪ˱ѣƹMulderβϵá
Mulderվԭز˽ȫÿһӢͿͣϵ£ֱȫ͹ָоǳãϲSkinner塣SkinnerҲͿͣǿҵĴ̼ʹվȣһбǽϣѣ˫ۣվ
ɰSkinnerվūк˵Mulderƨһ£ȻصԱߡóһ˫ϥĺɫѥMulderϡūʱŷѥӴصĲЬףһӲ㡣һʹԼӦִδеĴ顣
Сȵļ⡣вһСʱʱӦȻҲ㴩̫áSkinner˵ţūʹ
Mulder˻صߣȡߡǳɸӵɣװСSkinner߸ū壬ЩϪǰغͺ󱳴Ҷ£MulderʶһԾǰԱʹЩҧס´עе˶Ҫϣ˫ѥʵ̫ˣ
ţSkinneróһëˢˢ˳ūͷȻMulder㵵ˢͿ͵塣ëˢȻֻˢǴ̼ȫѪӿ˵ˢӹٵСԻͨƨϷMulderһҲе֡ǰӲ⣬ֺȣĶ --- ϲӣкSkinnerMulderĶߵšսūȫӲΪЩ˵
SkinnerϵMulder˫ϵۣȻȡһƤϸƳɵľɵߣūͷϡ
ſ졣Skinner˰ѽͷϷ̶ĿǻУMulder֪߳˶㡣ڼʹ룬Ҳ޷ڽĸо൱Ź֣ǼȲۣҲ˵ϲSkinnerһƤͷ̶ڽϣMulderıϡMulderҲ޷ --- ӿаѽӳ˻Ӷֹˡ
ҷǵ𣿡SkinnerĿ࣬˵ϡMulderһһֶ˵ǿҵķӦţţԸķ˫֣ҡҡͷ
ܺãкڿȥˣSkinner˵˺װЧMulderԴ˫пԼ --- ţţͿͣȫֻźɫѥӺߣŽӡҲ㹫ƽ --- Skinnerȫ׵װʱ˵ĶǣΪͬԭϣūʺݵװҲǺġMulder˰ͷһֻѥص̤أҪӦݣ˴Ц
һ£Skinner˵
Mulder˴ȡһֻ޴ĸųβSkinnerŸӽʱˣ۾ҡͷ
ѾˡSkinnerūƨһޣMulderƤϰ˴۵һ£ʹϵ졣
Ҫٳһ𣿡SkinnerʵMulderһٴҡҡͷһУSkinnerתSkinnerMulderסǵǽסԼеļ˱ĸţ˻ذƵʵλáMulderΪȫ߳ܶһ˻УվеβϥǺȥ
ƨپһ --- ˿ҡƯβ͡Skinner֪ȥܲգգ۾Mulder۾񶾵İһۣSkinnerܾСԲ״̬ӣūһһūӦõĽ͵ġMulder˳ӵصͷSkinnerظ
ܺãкھССĹMulderؿSkinnerֵڴͳһСܲ
͵ūߣMulderҧһСڣ뷨ڸŽӵһ㣬ǷѾȥˣذ
һ㵽Χȥۿʢװ貽ݡSkinner˵СԵëǸĿֻоСμӡ㣬μ㽫ҵҡ̲̫ãӦѾΪ㹻ľˡ
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SkinnerһMulderСǡ
MulderţԼϹŹֵװе˵ĲӦߺͷ߲·ѥ㣬ƨɺŵβ͡ÿһ·еֻ޴ĸصֵڲѺͷϵҲϰ --- İ벪¶ǰڶɼ˵߳ܣȴһ仰Ҳ˵SkinnerǣһľͷMulderɵϵդϡ
ƯһĶ̾ţMuldeŗһIan´ѰɵЦţǼߡޣľˣһúõظˢһëġIanЦضԵùС˵
Mulderϣֵܹشġ仰
IanĽشеôɰβͣ̾˿˵ʵMulderǽС --- ԵĴ˳ԲѣƯıӣС߼Ƿڵ԰ɣȡЦţMulder֮ŬҪȫĶҿ𣿡Skinner˵ͷIanMulderŪͷ˵ϸͷͽӡڲSkinner˵˴ЦذԼ
ͷƯĶ϶˵
ҾιĺܲIan˵ţصһʹ졣MulderŭĿӡ
ȻSkinnerͷѵҺܶʱ;ĶǺúðɡ
ΧһСȺˣܿ˿ʼMulderıӣͷõӵĿǣֱ˵ƨϾһ£ǿ̬ѱһЩм˰ǿϵݸSkinnerһ£ԸؽˡȽܲҪ㣬Ϊǿڻ
˼ӣMulderѥصĶأϣ˼ðһС˸Ͽģô͵վطôϵ۵壬ϾصFBI̽ţıҵֺһʸ֤顣
̧ۿ˵ӰԸеװޣʱʱؿѥأʶԼΪʲôͷñӹSkinnerļֱȥūë
ĵFoxǲлͶһݳԲԣSkinnerūĶߵMuldeŗۿ̾˿æĹʹǷֿ˼ϷصѹܹһʱԶϣҪ١SkinnerǶԵġȷǺҵͶǲȫڷĻ֮У̽Mulder͸ֳSkinnerݵһУֻ˺ūɹĩһ˲Ȼˣڽӱϳһ΢ЦõģкSkinnerūһ£ƨɡס˵ĽָͣĿɾǺܲǿ飬ۣMulderŬֳһõЦݡСȻõܺõĲ
Ian˵СѵȤǶԵġμʢװ貽ʼǵıݣMulderܿЦüԳ --- ЩѵǣţЩϳһЩ˰ɵܹתȦܻǵ⣬ⳡʵǻЦȻ˾ʹħ̧ǵǰȣǵĺȣȦǵıӣǵëԵǡMulderˡµȻޱȣȷʵСи벻鷢X-FileʾĸӲ˼顣
Mulderıˡ쵽һſ6ǰվãSkinnerϵİϡ
Ȳϳһ߿ --- ϤһĸоSkinnerMulderˡܺȻSkinnerͻѾˡߣÿһѽ̧ϥôߣSkinner˵ţϥǹǡÿһϥ̧ߣƨһкÿ˶ƯƨɡСѧŵס --- ǲμӱݵСһҪùеͷ
SkinnerվūǰһѽסMulderʹūĴָĦỬƤMulderӲ --- SkinnerѾ̵ܹ΢ĴеӦ
Ҫ󣬡Skinner˵ؿū۾һϵӰĳ֮Сǡ顷, һΰʤ֮˵ҫʻǳأΪܹΪЧͶеޱȵĽֲ𣬡һ£MulderţҪұֳ, ܱѡΪ, ʤĶУǶôԺMulder˫ۣʹԼħðУһذԼӲͦůС
ҪйΪұסΪ⣬Skinner˵
Mulder۾ŵػܹۿȺ
ҪǡΪҶ --- ҽԺ󡭡Skinner֤ζס˺仰Mulderŵصͷһǡȣʻ --- ҪԹչ״̬ųһ׼̡̺ܶյ߾ǱߡҪıĽ --- ǵֻΪҫŪġҿɲѥ˽šֻҪʵĲͿԣϡҪŵĽࡣMulderϹŵޡֻڱʱõ --- ֻǺģԼζѣSkinner˵ţСԵëˣСһҸ --- Ҳķҵġ
Mulder϶ʹܹŰξܵҲٴα۾Skinnerָͷϡ۾Ұ󲿷ֱסˣԼֻܿǰ
ūSkinner˵MulderּӲûκνһȥ첻ͷʱεĿĸо
Mulderͷֿʼͦõģкһ¡
MulderSkinnerߵ󣬸е˵ѹϡЩʼʹSkinnerǸͷڳغƽMulderܿӦĸоѵǣҪʱʱסϥ̧ߣάֱǰҪʼձ𡣵סһ£ľһ㣬Ϻܿ찤˳޵ļľ档
MulderһܵŶ鿪ʼƶеСŲǰϥ̧ĸ߸ߵģÿһزţϵһһؽȺǴĻMulderͷԵʶֵˣһţ߽ǱˣǣֵսFox --- ͷƯĶȶô˳Mulder˽ɫȴĳĶѵСԾţʹϴŵ졣ڿЦ˿ͦţǰŽŲػζţɸΧָָĹṩ˼֡Mulderע⵽ǽʱܵһĻ --- һҵġеԵĽͷΪ˵ūҲĳԾҪø --- ֪˫۾ˣΪԹһϷ϶ûܲΪSkinnerĸ߹ʿ۷ϣԼıֲ˶
ãеĳŵλMulderżȻתͷ󿴣ϳ˰ƥƯСһŭ˻СLeeĺڷëģȫ³žȵĴŽĵɫ󣬺MulderĲ԰׷ɫγĶԱȡMulderݺݵصLeeʱҲͻȻ޵СMulderаһЦMulderʱҪŲⳡһҪȡʤеӱһ£ûǣһӴƨ, ǱƵòͷЩպ޵ؿˡ
Fox --- ˼룬SkinnerӸµϾ˵͵û --- ұӵĿɲǳصġ
MulderȴŽӸ޷޵ذͷתһߡSkinnerüëMulderɴװûתܵһԺ˺ݺݵشƨϵһʹ۵üʹͷ˵ĸʾӣأ̾˿
ʱе͸λһӣǹˣMulderеһʹʹػıϡеǰܳLee, ȵλáĳȻMulderһǸ֣ܿᳵ·ųһȡȡʤĿ, MulderһУѥӽ߾ȫǰ壬ܴ˿ĳоʮôءģظо˵ıӾıҪ٣ҲȫעⲻˡѾ׷ˡ
LeeͷһMulderĻҪӽٶȣMulderʱݺݵһڡĭMulderϣʹһһӼۣ˫ĳˣ͵һšģһƥǺLee̶ؼһMulderûΪ˵׺ݵĳ޽ʵʵƨϡ
Fox --- ׼֣MulderŬѹԼĺʤģLeeʵ̫ˡŭһٴμٸϣڶλáLeeһMulderˣʹ߼ȥĳռMulderܵƵMulderͣһ߶ڵأŤ˽סָLeeѾӽյˡMulderں޷޵ţڴŴȫ̡е˳Skinnerߵǰ⿪ۡMulderͷ¿ţ˶ˡ
ͬʱLeeҫƳһܣΧߵĻͷϱһõ廨ڡ, ˣMikeҪǹʵءսLeeվդԱȲμӾҵöļ飬˵ȺغȲʣMulderеԼɬѡ
Щ黹Ǳ˽ȽϺáSkinnerūߵ͵͵˵ĸܱʾ⡣
С뿪źϣϢֹĻҳصǡMulderͷɥظں棬ĥԼͱô©֮󣬽ôͷһθLeeֳ鷳ҪΥ˵ԼոЩ˷ӵİʱٴ֤ĳɹԶĺءSkinnerСǵ;һԲMulderҲ䵽ȵס˿϶Ѿŭɶˡ
Skinnerū˩ץһѵϵĺˮMulderվԭزеԼֺ࣬뵽ղŷLeeϵһĻŹֵطšʵǸһֳַѹդͲ壬Ǿò
ءSkinner¿ūȫƣҡҡͷҿĳûмо񱣳˵
Mulder̾ϢţȡĽӣ˿ܽˡҺܱǸǸ˱Υ׷ǸLeeܣԼźʼ򡣡ʵûõļһͷңˣҲõ˵
SkinnerһMulderܲ˵ĵӣͷŵ档վǶSkinnerŭ𱬷 --- ĲǷŭһͨЦɥūӵСMulderؿ
FoxղűװһƥڹȥһСʱһֱ¶һȺǰܼģϵ۵壬ֵҸ㽱ˣSkinnerкšΪ㽾к˵ָ˳MulderʪǰϵͷڣҰѵѥ --- ʱϣһЩ˷ --- ȻҪְæֲܱһֱңܵõ𣿡
Mulderеصͷһַֻ˵ļ򱣳ƽ⣬SkinnerѵǿЦѥӡܹٴԼĽ·ʵ̫ˣ
лϵۣ˵˫ѥʵ̫ĥˣˡ
 --- ҴP.E.T.S.ǷʼԹǵġSkinnerЦš
ŶǲϡµģˣMulderһ΢Цŵطǵġ̵ǣֹ侫ʱκֳܱʱĲ𣬶лһʮ̼ļ飬ıȴȥˡMulder˫ۣҹĸܣ뵽ʱޱȰ˵Ӳ
õģкɡSkinnerסһɵūط䡣
һ뵽˽˵Ŀռ䣬SkinnerȲߣץסūƨɣֱ˵ذMulderӲģȴŵһ̵Mulderɵ÷㵵Ĵ󺰡
ŶfuckţַסSkinneͷû̱ڵأŶϵѽ̫ˡ
Skinnerʵǿڽĸ --- MulderһǴAndrew Linkerѧһ־ûбƤͺˮζǿ˶Ĵ̼ԵMulderĺ϶ϥѾ޷֧壬Skinnerĺﵽ߳ȫ̱ΰϣSkinner̵ūľҺȻ˵ĽMulderڴϣֱסˣԼ¡SkinnerЦţū촽
ҼС˵ţָŪȻūڵĸţذ˳
ԸеˡMulderشȡʹеģǸѾƨ΢΢ˣҪ˵βϥĸожˡԺֵָĿУʹЩζˡҲ˵ҶҰ²պޣֻôĴ̼ҲͲƽˡ
Skinnerūƨһ£ͷһЦŶ, shit --- ҸղźȻ뵽Scully, KimպÿǸղĳ棬˵ţЦᣬһ޴ --- ˵ǵǷ켫ġ
̫лˣMulder˵ʵںϲ˻ڿǻеͳЦSkinnerЦ˳֪ΪʲôȫЦ --- Ƭʶ˺ٴЦʱֻĬĬ΢ЦȥδSkinner˻Ц龰ʵʹܸˡ֪һֱѹأһȷʵǼ£Ǹߴǿ崿ΪЦɳMulderɵñЦȾȥһ˶Ц̱ڱ˴˵ĻʱMulderԼҲǴеõȤܵ¼ʵڻЦκ罻ȤȫͶˡһ򲻺Ⱥ᳡ϵĵĺѻġƾū˽ĻòŽϻֻFox͹ˣʺˡķֺ˷һ£ȴѾ˯ˡMulder΢ЦţְͷSkinnerĻҲ˯ȥˡ
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㲻ҰɣˣMulderһߴ¶Ƥ㣬һʵ
ϲġSkinner̵شڷȻؿū·ʵ쳤ڸŵϡ
ʲô˼Mulderˡ
ȥ --- ˣ̸Skinnerһֵͳᶨʾ⡣Mulderҧ촽ôһˡȻ뱻䣬ϲܹ˯˵ĻҪһtopĴ§һtopĻ
¥ѾˡMulderֱ黷ȷ״̬˵ĻŪ磬Բ˵Ȼκη񶨴𰸣ԸΣʳӲΧ˽̸ú𾢣Skinnerܿ͸һЩū˳ӵعԣȫУһԲֻԹۡϲʱ --- ԰عԱˡÿSkinnerַʽķҵİʱMurray߹ϴſŵЦݡ
 --- ⲻϴǻֵģƯ־С𣿡кţЦصͷFox뿴ٱһΣFoxòйڵϣûΪһţССԽɣSkinnerЦţıó𣬱ˣŵؼʵ
ҲòܽMurraySkinnerúЦĿ˵֪FoxP.E.T.SʽԱԣҵҶñӵĻǻһֵשͷġ
P.E.T.SMurrayʵüë
ǡȡūԴͬˡSkinnerشMurrayظһ飬Ȼ󱬷һЦޣϵѽ̫ˣһȥHammer̾˿˲Ц.ǿкMulderͷѵ˶ܲп𣿡
ûУҪǸҴһ֣ҲͻˡSkinnerūFoxȷ״ֻ̬ܻشҵĻ̧ū°ͣǿһ㡣
Mulder̾Ϣţ˵ø״̬˵һϢһֽѡȻһӶʱҪ״̬ԿԼ˼Ļҡ
ɰMurrayţֱʮȫʮҿɲΪҪP.E.T.SκηҵСFoxһǵϴǻʱĹ --- ҿǳװѱˡ
ǵȻSkinner΢ЦŴūĲӡ
־áǵ˺þҪһҸأWalterMurray˵Ұʮļһϴ漣ҾūҲͬѱˣǲǣ
ȻSkinnerشⲻӦ𣿡
һߴ󣬰ڷɫ˸պ߹ζԻغһмȥˡMurraySkinnerཻһɫԭMr.FranklinˡSkinner˵
ֿɶպհMurrayʼ˵
ʢǶأSkinner̵ʵ
Murrayʼ硣ҲHammerѾڹעˣֱһ򲻴ΪֹûʲôʵʵǸһΧСۿɲ١
FranklinתתȥѰһ㣬MulderеȫëֱԾȫǵ --- ϴʱͼSkinnerԼȻSkinnerǺԥؾܾˡ˻ūFranklinܷС
ʱעMurrayȥˡMurrayĴһһʱ̨
עλMurrayĽѹ̸ˡڿʼ --- ū
Mulder˵ϥϣȻ̧ۿ۾¶顣Skinner
вμų̄Murray˵
MulderˣԽԽ졣Skinnerͷ˼ؿū
ˣūڸ˷ֿʱˡ˵
MulderŴ죬SkinnerһָϡֻһкͻᰲȻرͻġMulderһӷ˷˫۾ĵУ¹ڷ״̬ӵоԵ֧ȨֻҪ⣬ͱҡҲ˵Ƕķӳ̶ȵյĿ顣ʵϣ룬վ뿪Skinner֧Ȩǻڰв뿪ӦˣҸǣĵ׵ĳūֵħ
Mulder̾˿ͷʾͬ⡣Skinnerվסūǣ̨
еūǵ --- дһ׼ȷ˵ǽṩķĳ̶ȡҽԹĿ˵Ƿ㹻Murray˵ָϷŵһֱֽʣһЩĺɫСƤдú󣬰ֽŽдǺĿڴȻڲϡ
Mulderؿ̨վˡSkinnerһֽ4ŵĿڴߵMulderǰڴҵĲϡ
ԸдʲôҽҪṩʲôأMulderʵ
ܡSkinner΢Ц˵һҪңк˵ţMulder̨MulderƵūм䣬̧°ͣܵ촽ҿ϶üǮ˵㣬к --- ǮϲĴƻ
Mulderʼ磬ܡߴԼ910ū̶ͬȵ¶塣Skinnerеһū¶ŵƨɣתصΧ۵Ⱥȥ
ˣ --- ûô㣬תͷIanվԱߡ
ԸμӵģMulderȵʵ
Ȼ --- ȥͲμˡ --- һõһҹأIanе
Mulderоһ --- ǹء
ˣ֪ɵʲô𣿡Mulderͺš
IanֻǶЦţָMurrayǱߣȺע⡣
ūѹ· --- ҿ϶ǮǰҪɫMurray˵Mulder֪ΪʲôС󻹻¶壬ȻûΪν¡Χūеѵ·ֱֻ̨ʣһࡣMurray߽ߣֱƤ㡣
ҪҽFoxʵMulderΧӵĹڣ׼ȷȺҵɫ۾Skinnerüëذ۽浽ǰMulder̾˿
ˣţѵĿӣ䵽ذϡ
һƬżĿMulder˫ۣϣѿȥ
Murray1ū쵽̨Убҵ
1šEthanMurray˵EthanƤֽݡҪ
ŶshitMulderͷŵؿIanⲻġ˵
ˣ̼Ian --- MurrayǶκγָʾ¡ʱֻۿ֣ܶʱܴ塣ȡдŵĶЦšMulderûиеġһ֪˷ŽƤеֽϾдЩʲô
ô --- СӸˣһϤţӶе󴫹
Mulderսȭͷ˵Leeûͷ֪˭
˵ˡһǷһûءLeeҧгݵ˵Ҳ˻Ϊҳء϶ᷳ͸ˡû׼ҵ˽ҿ϶úýѵһµġ
MulderᷢLeeǰݺݵزūĳظǰ
죬ƯкIan˵ʹMulderЩȡ
٣С졣IanһЦơͦ˼ģҡգգ۾תȺÿ˶ --- ʵھֲｻûжЩtopǳǮǮˮһһͳƹЩūĵߵļ۸λLeeõǸء˵Ų޴سLeeķɨһۡˡIan˵ţ˷ܵؿЩˡ
MulderһСtop̨˹쿴ǵĻEthan˵ͬMurrayļල£Ӵ顣Ǹ˵˫ȱֿغ豻Ǽ˫ֵŷŪţͷšҪת΢΢Ǽ˫ַƨϡ
̫԰ˣ˹ţұȽϲҵūطԳĺ˱һЦȻEthanתԹڣſݡЩԤڵ޼ɵ̸Ethanڱ𽥱ӲˣԼǳܡ
ڽˣǻصڵУۿʼм۵ʱ䲢EthanܲļǮ700ԪMulder˽⵽۸еˮƽ
˵EthanĴ˵ֻṩһΰĦ׼ԽӴMulderIan˵ϣԼĴװָʾIanʼ
ȫƾػش𣬡۵˿ʼ֪ǻǮ򵽵ʲôҲȤһءЦˡ
ֽ׼øأ
Murraypartyϣڱ˵Ƥ£û˸ôūͶߣΥ˻ᱻ߳ȦӡIanش
ŶǻáMulderš
ֵˣIanеףҺ˰ɡ
ˡMulder˵
Ianߵǰ棬ܵ˸ҵһȺߵ̨ϼʼһжIanԵܵĹעΪEthanһڼĻ́ͷˡȻ˸180ת䡣Mulder۽ǵɨFranklinߵ̨ϣ뵽УIanգIanͽסˣذͷתһߡū뱣ֲܼ飬Murray˵MulderԸеIanĳֶͷˡ񵯻һýģȫήˡMulderһMurrayѾˡ
IanץסIanĸ첲ǸϿMulder˵͵͵ضһȻȵؿIanץԼ·ų́ȥIanԸ˳MurrayܿһƷе̨ǰǵעһβ
MulderŬѰѵȥ򣬵ӰĥΪʲôIan仯ô --- ղŻ˺ڴͶ൱˷ء
ûкܶʱ˼Ǵ£ΪֵϳˡӭǼĹƻʶϵ֣ѾСˡ
һҪһλ --- ܻˣMurrayЦ˵һڵģӢµūĵ䷶ͬʱҲǵı˵רūԲ˭ﳬֵ֪ǵıӵгƷλкȻɱˣһϸı׼ѵġ
̨һƬ͵͵ĸMurrayûκֻ̨MulderվŲūġ㡱ʱһָMulderĸ֡
ǿԿݡMurrayȻMulderƤһƬƤ񣬶MulderȻʼˡϵۣʵĪ衣е۾ע --- е۾Уע˵ĺ۾ؿūǸ --- ϸ壬԰׵ƤMurray˵Mulder˫ۡȱЩָ̰צ黹Ҫ߳ܣҾȻᡭôĴ̼ٿԶջ˵۾ͷ촽Murrayػ촽ƿһ·MulderӡֵýıǮҿ϶ڽЩľУһע⵽ˡMurray˵ţһƬ͵һЩMulderMurrayᴥεطǵøˡҷǳУǿԿúMurray۾תFox
תĿչ¶β⣬ġWӡ̡ǿԿǵıˣWalterϲ;Murray۾һƬϡٵ
ˣǸθƯļһ￪׼أMurrayʵ500Ԫ˴󺰣ǵߵĵ׼ˡ
MulderȺҵ˵ --- SkinnerЦţȻ֣600Ԫ˽м˵
Mulderһ¡ϵۣ̫޴ˣȻû뵽ҲΪۡΧľȻ죬ںˡڿ϶һ߹˵ġ󣬾۵ĶֻʣˣLeeˡMikeÿмһΣSkinner΢Цѹֱ۸2000ԪMulderеˡ
ôǮһҹʵǷΪSkinnerļһΪʲôҪ鷳ؾԼѾӵеĶֻչūȤǱֳжôں2500ԪʱMike˳ˡ
2500һΡMurrayеϳҪʾļֵһ
2500ΡMurray˵
3000ԪһһȴȺһƬȵ˽ԶֿһͨMulder˫ۣĳȵףϣ۵ĲFranklin˫۵ʱԼһΰˣͷϡĽ𷢣ɫûмˡ
أ˿SkinnerʵMulderڱ󽻲ָԸSkinnerһūȻ󿴿ˣ΢Ц
ˡ˵
һ˽ڴ𣬽תһƬMulder黷ǣ˵УˡŬͷҪٿһۣûп
Perry˵ʱMulder˽ڴԱȽϰĳ
ʲôMulderķҵ˵Ϊš
ҵֽPerry֪FoxǸЦţ㡣MulderԼƤݸūܸмشˡ
лϵۣгԵġҶˡPerry˵ţߵǰʵҸողŵġҺײŰһcaseꡣҲΪҸϲˣļū΢Цš
һһcaseMulderͰ͵ʵ
ԡPerryһ
ǡFBI̽MulderʵPerryЦ㱻ʳҭס
ϵѽȻǡŶغǸҽѵҿFBI̽ɣ
¶˭Ҳ˵׼MulderţͷԼ壬װ黷ǣ
ˡPerryЦšޣɵ㣬Foxû㡣ʳﶼɿڶˣϣô˵ûð㡣
MulderЦЦ˿ȥɡʵӦ˵ȥǳĺ
鲻⡭ҺܵҵѣIanܲȥʵPerryͷһ֡
Ȼԣû⡣һϰСʱιӡ㡣˵
Mulderֱܳص洫Ϥƺϴּʲô˽̸šӳ￴Ianɫ԰׵ͰϣSkinnerбǽϣרעؿ
Ian --- 㻹𡣡Mulder߽ѣԡǸһԲԣϸ˺Ǹ뵰 --- FranklinIanͷ˫סθ
ұΪȥˡʼ򣬡ҿ̨Ҳҡҡᷢ
ġMulderһȭǽϡ
ҪʽͶIanSkinnerº͵ʡΪˣϣõɣٸFranklin̸̸¡
ҿɲ뱻ΪǸɧsubIan˵
㵱ȻǣMulderšϵ۵壬Ǹ뵰ǿ㣡
Fox --- Skinner˵
㴦ղŵһ𣿰һĲʶˣMulderš
SkinnerIanȰ˵
ˡðɣھͻصȥҲҪǸ뵰ҵĺ¡Ian˵ţվMulderSkinnerصһūLee൱ӻԾLeeΪһƷ̨ϺҫԼڳִ̼չʾģͶ൱õ塣ڸ߳нLeeռ۸Ҳﵽһֵýĸ߷壬1500ԪMulderεسϣ߼ʵļ¼Զ
˭MulderʵͷԽȺѰšūһӢSkinnerƾߵƣLee﷢̨ϡIanеؿһۡ
Franklin˵
Ƭ̣һԲ
Ian˵֪ǸLeeҲ㾭ݡMulder˵ٿǣһҪж
ͬFoxSkinnerº͵˵ҾLeeҪСFranklin
ðɣͬ⡣Ianͷһ£WalterSkinner׼ֿȺ߹ȥּһ䣬ҲԸFranklin̸̸ǡġ
Skinnerͷͬ⣬߽ȺСMulderظһѰף֪ĵԸSkinnerڴһǣĵLeešLeeϹŷܵЦݣһֱæڳFranklinķ۶ûSkinnerľ浱¡Mulderע⵽Skinnerˣʼ̾˿˷˶LeeľתFranklinMulderSkinnerǸ˽еһ߶˽ʱFranklin̬Ӳǿ׷ŭ⶯šMulderĵؿһЩ
Ƕ¡Franklin˵
ˡΪ˵İȫǾ͸ҹܡSkinner˻ؾ˵ѾעˣFranklinٷұ֤һԸԤġ
һϵвSkinnerʹMulderļǻһսFranklinȥס --- ܿжɢSkinner塣µõ￴һۣ˸ָʾϣͷҲص뿪˷䡣
ôˣMulderӺ׷ǰŵˡ
ôأSkinnerε̯˫֡LeeFranklinFranklinҲߡûֹĸԸĳ˹Fox
ˡMulderתˣӲ߿ˡֵ֪غ㣬ʵԼҲûиõİ취SkinnerûӮƺһֱѣ뷨ʹ繣ںһֱߵſڣͷһۡеʹھϮʹܻߣؿSkinnerߵIanߣסIanĸ첲뿪ˡ̾˿Mulderصҵ¡ˡľǲٹˡ
PerryFox̧ͷ΢Цˡϴ˯ˡЦ˵ɣFoxǸϤһ±˴˰ɡܿMulderһסļͷ¥еһ뵽һҵȻSkinnerǼС˺ܶ࣬Ҳһԡ׵ССԡҡPerryһֱɵ˫˴ϣMulderͰ͵վԭأͷŤһߣȴһķԸ
۵òˡPerry˵
ҿźϴ衣Mulder
𣿡Perry΢Цţ̫ˡҽһ춼ȫӲøʯһˡ
Mulderӵ׼ԡң㷵ز²һᷢʲô顣صңPerryڰСġū΢Цվ
ϴˮ׼ˣMulderֱվţ˵
Ҿ㲻ôһģFoxPerryЦţеĸ첲PerryͿˡ
Բ𡭡Ҳ֪ΪҲ֪Ҫô㻨ôǮҡÿµ˵ҽṩʲô񡣡Mulder˵ţӲժǸСƤӣݸPerry
ޣΪǸģPerry΢ЦţѴӵױ̨ϡҿ϶㱻ѵúܺá
ҵȻǣ
ǾˡPerry˫ְMulderļͷƽǸ׳ˣߺMulder࣬˲¡ôţFox֪ǶѪѹáңǸҽЦš
ĿƵҽMulderʵ˺øС
ơԭڼҹڣ쵼йսٴоҪھáPerry˵ţϵĳӵϣȻ߽ԡҡMulderԥһ£㷲ظ߽ȥ
ҪҡţΪ𣿡ŵʵPerryߵϵЬѵ㣬һӵذϡų뵽MulderԡԡС
Ϊҷ񣿡Mulderһۡأ
ҺܻᰴĦMulderʼ˵
ŲȫۡPerryתļ򡣡ҽ°ɣFox˵
MulderڽԡױߵͰϣԥһ¡Perry۾ȥѺůؿʼȦвľԼԼһİˣǸ˾ȻϤˡPerryԺЦ
ϰ壿ѽ·ϣҲ֪ҪಡءЦ˵
ҲࡣMulderЦųϵʱ龰ֲط־˭
ǽأPerryʵԼŷ
ֹϵҵȫ --- ȫMulderƽ˵ҹȥ֪ҪһСʱһ޴äĿĻ쵰һ˺ܳʱſʼ --- ʵʹڣ˵Ǽ׵£Ҷĳ֮еĹ¶ϵ
˵ҲˣLOVEеĺڰPerryЦţԡMulderվԡ˲ɡĸĸˣ
MulderΪĻЦPerryصҡPerryſڴϡMulderվڴߣЩ֪롣
ĦһµĻһϲPerryʾ˵MulderԡȡһƿͿʼĹPerrySkinnerкܴͬ --- ûôˣҲнʵ׳ --- ͨPerryһҲˣΪ˵뵽MulderеЩĦPerryıת壬ʼĦ棬Ҫ˫ۺ˫ȡָӴPerryϼѾǳģɫľ˰̣ȵؿʡ
ԽϡPerryʼ˵ǾҾҽԭʱ20꣬ǰһ˺ܶ๤ò׼ⱲӾøʲôȻͻȻأҽԺĲˣͷһ --- ҽɣPerryҴĿġͺͨʿ֮·һעҴҽԺһֱӽҽѧԺҲЩ̰ɡΪʹҽԺҵ׸Perry΢Ц˵Mulder˰ĦڴϣPerryߡ
Խʱҵ𣿡ƽʵ
Walter --- ԽϣԺҽԺ˵ʱҶˣһ顣Ҳĳйľ˶ƣߣ¸е˰ɡʱǸ쵰ʵ˧ˡһԶɫģħģ׵۾PerryЦš֮ҵģ󰮣Ӷǻǳ˺ѡҼǵһ㵽ԡȥ --- ǹѵֵܰɡ
Mulderŵüë
˵ЩµĻʿҵ˼ˣPerry˵ǶǿֲŮ --- ɱҵĳץסҲԸ䵽ǵMulderЦţϲ19ʱģԼ͵͵ҽԺԡȥ̵龰
Ҳ֪ʶWalter̾˿
ΪİˣPerryüëղŻ˵Foxһ˽Walter͸֪·˼ǵˡЦţҲ»ƾ
ǰMulder̾˿ΪԼɹԼ˶󿴵ʱ龰ʱƣԼ۾ôʧ¶
Һܸʶ㣬Perry˵WalterЩһֱϵ --- Լܾ˵ãͶɣҽ񡣼ǰżȻһȦоۻˣҾǻ඼ܿģǸƻϻҲڻȦӡҶWalterȦĳߵλܷ˵ʵԼе˲ˡϲЩϷ绯İݣūչͻװۻᣬҵĻҪͶùˣҾͻЩִǰҺҵˣҶеȦ --- ʵΪżġ
ΪʲôأMulderʵPerryĹºԡ
WalterΪ㾺ѽPerryЦţôܾܾأҲҪʶѾ˼ˣ
ޡMulderҧס촽һжˡ
ѽˡPerryһʱӣ߽ԡҡMulderϴˢļǻһ˿⡣ŻôأϲPerryˣSkinnerҪôأԡҵţһߵСƤڰ಻סƤֽ
ݣȵŴ졣
ֽһţǲǣPerry˵MulderŵԲû --- һǾÿ˽ǸǴΪҵȥWalterPerry˵ţĻһ֡
ΪʲôMulderŰֽ
Ϊ֪ --- ңҸϵĻPerryʼ˵MurrayȻҲһܰˡǰȫġĿ϶Լ𣿡ü˵ڴϷĹ̵ģһֱɹġ
ԭĿǷǶЧҡ֪еū˷Ϊ֡иŮȥڽˣMulderسϵңһ˷ˡϲҵķ --- ȻҲֱΪWalterū
˵ģLOVEPerryЦ˵ūһܵõһЩʾ
Ϊʲôô˵Mulderüͷ
ðɣԼWalterģ԰ɣPerryƽȴMulderͷòָŰֽ·ŻشС
PerryҲ̫˽򣬲ǲǽȥҵˣҺܱǸûǮֵá
ޣϵۣǲҵǮPerryЦš׳һFoxWalterḶǮ --- ԴӼϽȥɡҿ϶Ҫú̸̸ɣ
ǰҲǡMulderͷлл㣬Perryʶ̫ˡ
ҲһPerry˵ϣ컹л̸һ̸
Mulderȸϻ˵ķʱ¥һƬڡڷſԥһ¡֪˽Ƿ --- ںPerryĲ֮Ҳܿ϶ǲSkinnerѾԼһţڻƿ߽ȥŵƣ --- ǿյġܳԾʼĿνûSkinnerڱ˵ҹ --- ҲIan
Foxһ͵͵شһ¹⡣򷿼һͷSkinnerѷתǰޱߵҹɫûתͷֻǳMulderķһ֡MulderϢߵ˵ߣԱ߹Skinnerڿľɫһһ¹ʣмǳȵӳ
ϵۣɫMulder૵˵
SkinnerһָวMulderͷ
ô֪ңMulderʵ
ʲôأSkinnerͷū΢Цš
Perry˵ˡ3000ԼĶһҹ˷ǮMulder۵
ʱбҪһչʾļֵSkinnerĿͶ⣬˵֪ᴴ߼۵ġ
˵ڸԼۣMulderָ
ֻһֲǣSkinner
˵Ļһϲ --- ָҰԼ㣬ԲԣMulderʵܴ˵ߣůĺڰУԡ͵¹£⡣
ҡ֪ᱻ˭ --- κˡҸṩһɵĴ̼֪ķӦSkinner˵
һʼû֪𰸣ԲԣMulder˵ţתǰ棬˵ȼ
Ҳ롣Լʲô˵ķӦأ˵FoxSkinnerʵūͷָĲ --- ҲǸ
ҲǡMulder˫۱סԼȣϥؿһšҪһ޷ѵܹϵ뱻һеԼУҲκʽܡӱܣԼҵȷ˼ţԽ˵ԽС
ǲǾҲֵȥˣĳַʽԵȵİSkinnerʵ
Ҿ˺ˡҲѡĻᵹáɴ޷ӱܵرǿƵӵоͺáMuldeŗ۾ǹŰ΢ЦSkinnerһ΢Цһָḧū촽벻ҪңˡMulder˵
ʹΪҲ𣿡Skinnerüë
ǰºܴ̼MulderǿЦЦȻҲҪռˣˡѾҵҪĶˡѾҪѰˡ
üˡҪĴ𰸡Skinnerվ˫ūϡнFox˵˫ֻūĺ󱳣ذ¶βǻкܳ·ҪߣѾúܺˡΪûӱܣװġ
Mulder˵ԡۣ⿪Լ̰ģƳҵ˾ķʽһǷֿSkinnerЦţѵԡۣɵ¡Mulder굽ߣ˫۲סˡ
ؼѽ૵˵
ӭؼҡSkinnerƣر˫ۣūͷһǡ
Ҫʹ𣿡Mulderϣʡ
۵öˡSkinnerźػش
MulderƬ̣͵شЦôˣSkinnerūһ¡
Ϊ˵ʵɱңղĿ׳ԼȻ龰ͷ --- 㱻ýģҵĿˡȻԸַģԸ׵壬Mulderһ߿Цһ߶϶˵
ţȥǲҲôһɡSkinnerЦţǿ׳˫۽סūøСһ㣬ȻҲȥP.E.T.S.Ͷߵġ
MulderԴ˴ЦֹӺ̧ͷѾˡMulder֧壬ϸϸ˵˯Skinnerȷʵʮƣʼǹµ߲ݵһܣȻĩִб˵ְ
ΣˣMulder˵ָḧSkinner촽ϣϲҵļƻ
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Mulderϰڵڶһ˽ѷڴ͡Ȼڴ߽ȷ״̬ȴ˵ĽһָʾSkinnerѾȫָ˻ֽǿ˵״̬Ը߳ļɸūһΪܵĴƨɵѵһ˸衣Mulder˲壬ţпһɫTȻMulder˵Ҫ˺ɫƤߣǶĽṹӵӵ黷ϣȤŪһū㴫ȫ
¥£һҹ֮˴¡һƬ
ʲôˣMulderȺҵIanʵ
LeeIan
Ŷshit --- Сû°ɣMulderšFranklinûС
û¡Ianʼ򡣡ҾFranklinMurrayĵ̲ʲô --- Walter컹
Ǿĳʲô£SkinnerʡȺǰԶֿMulderIan߽LeeFranklinߣLeeˣMikeŵ̸ţMurrayһԹע¼ҲԸҽһ£SkinnerϵѯʵѸٵ˵ע⡣
ҪūūҲԸҡFranklinSkinner˵˲Ը
ȨSkinnerȻ˿Mike,ٿLee.
׳գôܽôһҰѱıFranklinָŹűߵѱūкMulderע⵽Lee촽Ϊ¶ţ۾׷Ǹߴ󣬷ɫڵˣ˫޵ĳԡ
ҪĿƣһѱˣFranklin˵
кҪ --- ʵҪ󡣸ҹһҹΪҵ㲻Υ־ǿߣFranklinMike˻šMulderҪͬLeeˡϲˣһԶú⣬ˣù˿ȥȫˡ
LeeһѾ8ˣҵġMikeͰ͵İš
һһΪüǮġFranklin˵ --- ˵˵
Skinnerǰĳ棬һMurrayֿ˿Χ۵Ⱥһ߽еҪˡ
ǣ˽½£ôƽ˵FoxǵĿȶ˵ͼҡͷ10Ժ󣬵MulderȣۻڽСÿ˵ϿȣϢعߣʱҡSkinnerе˷ֱֿǽ̸ȻٰǾ۵ǰMulderLeeߴû뿪FranklinҹϷʲôLeeǶΣյ߷ˡҲҵܼԦˣݵMikeֻ֪Ϊӵôū㣬ȴûѱҲFranklinЩ̵ԣʹMulderȴʹĵ׹
MikeǷūվȨSkinnerһһ۵˵ӵһǿūκ˶¡ܾǰ濼ǡ
MikeһǿòˡFranklinתȨļµ˶ˡ
Franklin˸ָLeeеܵߣֳǰδ˳ͬʱMurrayҲMike뿪ȥù --- Mulderû´ĻӦȥһ
ĩˣֻʣMulderˡ̧ۿSkinnerڴ˵Skinner̾˿ƣԼ̫Ѩ
̸£Fox֪ΪҸֹ¡ҰLeeеһߣĴǾҽ֪ĹFranklinһС⡣Franklin --- ڹעǻؼԺһϸһıǲǲ֪顣
Mulderվ´SkinnerͷҲ˵ĵģʵҲͬľġ˵Skinnerƣ΢ЦšһΪܳЪһЪأӵ˹ûɹġMulderԹš
û£Skinner˸Ƿ˵Ҳȫ --- ָ˵һֱڹʵҲ˲ء΢Цˡ
ǻص͸ݣһMurrayľۻһMulder˰°ڷڴ࿿ελϣȻȡΪ뿪ˡڳҵIan.
˵Ǹ𣿡ץסIanĸ첲ʵ
MarkȻ --- ҽһ¡Ianһòʮֳڵˣź̴ľķɫѩҫ۵ݡ
MulderˣMarkľ˵ţչ¶һʵЦݡ
յҵĲˣMulderʵ
ȻˡMark졣
ᰴҵҪô
Ϊ˱ --- ҵҫMark
лл㣡MulderĵЦţ˵Markļ
Ǹصİ˹ôMulderΪ׼ϵʱIanʵMulderصЦЦҵ˵Ian۾
ܵϻƱܲɣʵ
ĸҡʵ --- PerryˡҸǽһ¡Mulder˵ŰIanܸλҽ
Perry˯ʵЦţԸմӴūװź̾˿һ˳𣿡лMulder
һжáллMulderҵĺ --- IanIanPerryڣҵðϽҵ˶˹ȥҪȻǵҹҵƤɡ˵Ц뿪Skinnerߵſڣͷ˿ĵ𾢵ˣڱ󽻲ָΪԸţŵҡҡͷѽMulderѵýɣŵš
ĵϻص˵ߣԣһϥͷϡ
ĥȥءSkinner˵ţЩ𱸵ūıӡ
ղšڰһЩ顣MulderصЦЦⲻΪüë
ֳıڽһ龰ݳһЩģĩһЩ¼ūǸԸ·ֵūMulderߵͨ죬˵ϣݳȺﱬһЦ
ĽĿMarkĵǳΪѹϷһƷζڵİɫëƳɵߣǡֵװ壬δšƤ⣬ԸոͿ߽͡˷磬ڼž
һҪúĸ衣Skinner˵һĸ
Mulder͵͵΢ЦˡSkinnerǶԵ --- Markס
˼ľĿ׼ݳٳһ׸裬˵ӦһūҪ͸˵ġһ׿ɰĸ --- ӦҪиĶش׿ǳֶǸ
͵͵˶ڲ²Mark˵˺ūָ˭MarkһڳҾ°
To lead a better life, I need my love to be hereͳڴԣݳʮ飬ǡֵŸ⾳SkinnerȵصͷūMulderɬһЦϣԼΪûйɿ顣
Here, making each day of the year. Changing my life with a wave of his handMarkĸƣ쳹ȺӵĴȴغֻġ
Hererunning his hands through my hairMulderеSkinnerḧͷ˵ָŪͷ
I want him everywhere, and if he       's beside me I know I need never care, but to love him is to need him everywhereMulderпϣİУսSkinnerϥͷ
Watching his eyes, and hoping I       'm always thereMulderٿ˵۾۾͸¶˿̵顣
Here, there, and everywhere.ؽһƬž·Ψƻ˸⾳ţSkinnerūͷ۾
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Mulderɵʼ򣬡ţգǰûúܺáӦ׼һЩз --- IanᵽMark˵Ƕôķͬ죬־ھۻݳ
ꡣSkinnerū촽ҿ߿һ£кͳ͵˵ץMulder뿪ӵĴū¥صңһݣͰǽϣеظū塣
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ŶȻMulderյﲻɾ䡣
ǡȡūɫͬˡSkinnerЦţ
Ŷ̫ˣMulderţ̫ʺˣˡ
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MulderǿѹŲЦһScully̧ۿüë
ȤĲˣMulder
ڿFBIָء϶벻öǶûأScullyЦЦ
ޣĵл˵
MulderεĺǺЦţֻصIanʼϡ
5. ٺٺ١쵽ûиκ˰ɣ
6. ˣҰѵˣ
7. ϣһ֧ǿ󻬼أ
8. Ҷ˵ҶĻ𣿡
9£˵ġҰɡڵӰ￴
10ϲҵĽ£̫ˣҺܸû
11ޣΰAzathothҷ׸ļƷɡ
һMulderЦðѿڼϣϽһͨҲSkullyɻؿ
ҲFBIָϻĬЧɵĹš
Ŷд治пҲúúöһ¡һ˵ţתĻ
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13һ㶼ѽڱһȽȤ
14ְˣҲҪġ㲻Ҫˡ
15ټҪȥĩˡŵζúܰɡ
MulderΪһЦĲûע⵽Scullyĵ뿪λŵߵ
MulderʲôôȤScullyɻʵԽļĻMulderѸٵصһ꣬һҳǩѲָ֤˵
̫ˣFox@slavecity.com׽Ū飬϶ǰūкĹ̫˰ɣMulderüëʵIanľ˭ѵģˣõ٩ǿһʡ
ǸѡMulderȻѹ²ᵽWalterĲ֣ûб濴ˣǹⲻᡣ
ūڸûꡣScully˼˵ҲǳҲڵʱַֹԼʼΪҲϵͲİɡҲ̲ˣūкЦĺһ¡ҳˡЦŻصԼλȥ
ޣüˡﲻ̫Ϊƭʵڲ˵˵˭޷͸¶״ʵʡ˵ܻ̫ˣScullyͦġеؿĽСĴһȥɼˣͰ͵˵㲻̫ˡ
ģ㻹Щ治ŪꣿScullyɵüë̵ʵSkinnerûÿ5ӾסĲӴ𣿡
Mulder˸Ҷϵˡŵ˵
ޣMulder --- ڼи˿и˱ĹScullyЦ
㲻֪Ц˵˵ --- ͦġ
ҸŶԣҪҸĹˣSkinnerܲ̾ǩͨɡӱһ
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ȻˡMulderĵͷ2 --- ǵϤһ¡
Ҳܸҽ⼸ĩôģ̧۴۾ֻ3ΣȥӰ㾹Ȼһֱػ˵ģѵMulderǸʱֻܺļһ𣿡
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ռˣIan@Anomaly.net
ˣFox@slavecity.com
ظ⣺űסʱԸtop˵ʲô
ЩЦ11Ϥ --- ٣ҲX-Fileи7ꡣ㲻ֳ֪а̵ļһء
УҾԲЩұ˿ġǲǸ𣿶ҵ˺ţҲ֪ --- УȻҲ֪ھ﹤ʱ˽£ģЩȫĶ׸ˣССɵ˽£Ҳֱ׳
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Mulder.
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Mulder֪Ѿ鵽Ǹ绰Ǽǵĵַ --- Ϊʲôû׷ȥ
ʲô绰룿ü
ιMulder --- Scully7ĴҶ֪һ˼άʽ
ðɡMulder̾˿̧۾ҲȥˣScully --- ûڵʱҲ̧ƨɾ͵ͼȥˡ
ʲôֹأʵ
MulderһȻʼ򣬡ҵˡʵ˵
Scully̾˿㲻ֱ˵Щ˵˵ʲô˵ĺˡ
Scullyûƭ㡣˵ --- һ˸ҷǳ׽һ˽ңҲҪȥ
ûȥScullyŵüëô򵥣˲˭ѽ׶ҵFox Mulderʩʲôħˣ
ҲǸҲҪһٵȦףMulder̽˵
ϴ԰ɣScullyʵôǿȻһѳ
ǵġɫ۾ηض۾ôħScully֪ΪҶʵʵ̫ˡֹ
ҿˡʼ˵MulderѵѾSamanthaˣ
ΪĻʹһ¡׷Ѱô꣬ѵSkinner֯ɵħװõĹܱܷϣټ鷢ϵ
ҴûScully˵ҵ˵ǻ£MulderһֱƴѰSamantha׷ѰħӰӺͻټĵṩİٵŹҲ㵹ǽءҲֲܷҪġ
ҲɡMulderľȻضŵĻ
ScullyĻһֱĶߡSkinnerﲻææҪMulderܿˡҪͷеĻһ --- ԼԽã˼ǵԽĺԽԶͺصǰӣ޽ūԼ֮ǰʱöЩšڵܻSkinnerָ㣬Skinner侲ؿʵ֪࣬ʶ;ʹΪֳSkinnerԺʵ --- MulderڴõȱġǳҪ˵Ľ飬SkinneræһҪһѧӷǷĶƷ顣൱ӣSkinnerFDAFBI̽£߲ݵص顣ƵؽؼҴӽƣϾ˼ūѹֵľ״̬
MulderԼţ峿ؾѣ賿4ȥӾ12СʱƣߵӾԼŵ񾭣˼úȥδӡϣMulderѾټޡ10ƣϴ޷˯շתһֱڵ2㣬εŵ¥ԼSkinnerĴߣҵõĵȵطSkinnerķ͸һ˿ߣԥƬ̣ƿš۾ڴϣΧ̯һЩļWandaֱԱߣūʧ֮ҹSkinnerMulderһƣ̧ۿMulderüͷţ¶ЦݣͷʾMulderݡ
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MulderҡҡͷòǲǸøӸڴԥһԼɴתȥˣSkinnerߵĿλϴMulderȥ˵Ĵ˯ٴΣܺͬԶģҲūĵյĿġůı£ʹоˡ
ҵ㹤̫ˣ˵ʵһ֣ȫ
Skinner۾ͷһЦû¡ѾˡȷţһܱѾĻҪءָЩļ˼˵
̸ˣMulder̯ļʵԼϲFBI鰸ʽϲƾֱ£ʵʵڵչ顣ֲֻϣɵ㣬Mulder˵ĥʵ԰SkinnerһЩļԼһҪǲĳҲͰĪˡҲóȥԸӵķɺͼͶĲࡣ
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ѾߵĲ㹻֤𣿡ʵͿʱˡ
˵ǰٷ֮١Skinner̾˿ֱڣҲܿ϶пɿ֤ݽ
ϵļ֤Ѿ˰ɡMulder˼˵
ǰSkinner̾Ϣţƣ̫Ѩ
Ҳôѽ --- ѾûúϢˣMulder˵ûֵܰһ¹𣿡
ҵǣûУSkinnerüͷֱʣְעתصİСΨһһӾȫ֪ʶˣܳͥʱʤ̶ܴȡҵ֤ʡ
Ҫ֤ˣMulderȵʵSkinnerԼ֤̫ͥѰˡ
ûҽṩ൱Ҫǲ֤ݡSkinnerĲɵ˵
Mulderڱ³Skinner˽һռһλõWandaҲһۣĶ΢΢Ķһ¡Skinnerظūϣһ߹һнMulder̾˿ͷSkinnerؿϣ۾˯⽥Ũо̫ˡÿ˯ԼⲻķգЩվıԵܵľƽ͡һеȫɣ˼ӣSkinner촽ǰۿ˵ͷ
ܵûҪ̸𣿡Skinnerʵ
MulderϤӣŵƬ̡Skinnerɫƽʱ԰׵Ķ࣬۾ºȦɼȥѹأƣ÷ĴūʱɡMulder΢΢һЦ
Walterֻǵ㡣˶ѡ˵SkinnerһůЦݣǿ׳ֲڵָŪū黷ָת
Һܺ --- ˶Ϊʧ߿ûбҪҲúú˯֪ƣͻƢꡣSkinnerȡЦš
˯ɣкSkinnerͺһMulderЦһЦ˫ۣһ֮еһθеԵƽеĽŶɢ١ܿ硣
ת糿ѹʱSkinnerѾһˡ
Fox --- Ҫ --- ūգкǻ׷ϽȵġҳŵʱιWandaԼǳ鷳WSS
Mulder̾˿ˡԼ֪Ѿ鷳ˡȻԼΪûЩSkinner̸һ̸ܻԽԽ꣬ʮа˾ŻʲôĴ¡
˳źMulderڿʼ컹ѭ浸ءܵϵӾڰ칫ңScully߶ûûˣвҪдҴϻصңֱӽ18¥ĹԢϴSkinner¥ϺϢﴢ걸ľưɡµɫɳϣݺݵعһͨƣ泯ţһֻĿĵңһƵʵûעݵʲôĿWanda跨乫ԢŴ˹Ĳɵع֡һȻʶĴҹҳԵĶȫǸ׼ˣ㹻ĸèûи
ȥԼӳ԰ɡšƽʱĺСè
òسɵתʧһ֪Ϊʲô־Լˡ뵽ԺǵһSkinnerŶԼڹԢҹĳʱȻˣеͷʹѣеҪһ顣ȥIanμpartyѾ̫ˣڶʱ˵Ļءҡҡλε¥Skinner鷿Ĵ죬ܲҵʲô
Skinner鷿һĽأMulderڻ첻⡣ÿ¼ֹʱͻʹ޲ѣ˵鷿һֱûл᳹׵ڡ߽ȥšƣSkinnerŵ鼮ȥ忴ЩĿѡԡ˽Խ룬ľҲԽˡ뿪תǰ˵ϥǰMulderػ߳λϣ˿յϡ
ϣھұ鷳ģҪ̸һ̸̸̸ҵɡ̾˿ҾͿҪ鷳ˡѾˡҪڻңҰ¥Ūһ㣬ķؼӾҲ̣˲٣˵ֱӰϥġſɥ˵Ҳáּһ䡣
ţֵһð֮踵ͷվ˵ϡSkinnerͨ칫λϣʹһսһѾ޴ϵģЩƾɵΣMulderԺüͷ
Ҫһˣ˵WalterĴţ̫ˡǰ󶯵һĵ룬쿴沢̫ĶҲѾ˽еˣţҲʲôûС
ҲԼҲȤˣMulderԼԹšSkinnerģSamanthaģο޴ĲֵǮܾǹFox Mulderˡһ﷢һԿףϵϷҵԿף˼ϷҶһֱһաЩװɵSM --- ЩֻڳʱʹġMulderָסԿף߬ġ
˵ܣعţSkinnerİ칫󻬳ײײ߳鷿¥Ϸſڡ
Mulderס˰ŰԿײסһšͿˣϢصMulderտʼЩԥҲҴͺӵĳǱ̽һһƬԼֱܷĦںڰԵЩɭװߣϢش컨ϴͨSkinner£Ϸԣɫζʮ㣬пµħÿϷҶΪSkinnerĴں;İŶɢɫĿСMulderŽż⣬С߽䣬һյơȻһƬͨһľذ壬߸ߵشؾİǽϷǻţָ˵ϾỬĲһ΢СƷ죬ԼĽŲڿտķص˿̣ûκɫϢҲÿǰ˵ĽűʱǵںɫƤİĦϣǵѹڿϤĸоڴĿģƹ£Ϸұȥصɴ --- ֻһ䡣˿տһС
MulderĵӴ͵쫷һϮÿһƷǶ̯ڵƹ£¶ǵıĿֻһЩµ߶ѡ
ΪЩSamanthaɵԼһƬ˿֯ĳѥߣƤĺСMulderǸûõĻ쵰ţָһԶСʹ﷢ɫļ£ͷзӿĵǶУȻأԾأ˳£ͷ̹ͷָᴥʵ黷ԼĶϻתɵذһмнһߵʹϮҧסԼ촽һһзգֻľʹûǿԴܵĶħĹ --- Skinnerδʹùеúܽ˺Ѿﵽ˳Ѫĳ̶ȣȴʹʼһģ۶۵ۣΪԼһʱųѸٵתһͷһεʹǿңҧס촽סҪļСԭشһ˺ľٶ𾪣ȻȻص̯ڵصSkinner˿֯ϣĿն羵컨塣˳ӵ --- SkinnerĵĸнĥתΪðĻħÿÿʹС֯ĻþУƮƮػ˵Ļҵؽǣֱ̰ƣߡĵһϷҸߴشʱƣس硣
СʱԺMulder˯е⽩ӲȫʡʱѾʱˣزĶʹͷлҧס塣
԰Ļ쵰ԼԹţҹ޽ƵƵļ佥סȡУչȥľ֪ȡǴʹȸһʱҪľҡ˫ۣĬĬʮȻ͵ͬʱߵгмѾ̹ȥˣžʹɹʹʹİԭشŴȴʹڰ˹ʱעתϷңɵþֲѡSkinnerֻ˵ --- ûᵽʱ䣬Mulder͵ʶ˿ϷҵĻҳ棬ӹɣūСҪˡվʼȲذеƷشУһ߸ţ뵽ʲôЩλ÷ŵòԣSkinnerǻ֣ᷢϣԼŪ
һСʱԺMulderػһϷңعSkinnerԶҲ֪ˡصԼķ˸裬ýˮԡѹͷֱǿԵĺףˣʹû˿·¥Կ׷ŻSkinner롣ʱеԼ׳գΪԼʧضΪԭǸMulder˻صԭAlexandriaĹԢʱΰѵɳϣһпֱ޷ԿԼͷеѹ¡ĳҹУԼǹؿǾҪҪǹΪЩѾΪȥ --- ߳󣬵Skinnerһţ׵ػȥָ˾ʱΪģʽԼΪʧ޽ūԼ֮һΣָܵȥӶ񣬶ԾԼͶеԵĿ־塣죬ҪôȥҪôӦӵͼȥҪôʹѡһƺˡ
Mulder㱵¥µĴպԿ׿ŵȸеľ鸴ˡеˡϣ --- £ϣһжáSkinnerݺɡ૵ŻˣMulderҵ˳·˼УūػæӹSkinnerĴ¹Һã£ѵЬѵõľƵݵУѵԼе·˳ع˵Ľűߣӵ״̬ --- ۾¿ڽչʾš
Ǹοʹ۾һ羰װģSkinnerţĲɵظŪūͷǸߵôæһж𣿡Mulder΢ЦŵͷϣԼҪй¶ܡú𣿡Skinnerǿţ۾ʡദʱ̫ˡ
ҺܺáMulder˵㡣ƤЦּһ䡣
SkinnerЦɿҲ㣬кͳԸУڼ˵ķʽһMulderһػӦ˵̧ͷ˵Ĺעҿóû˽ūգSkinner͵͵˵עūز
ȻûˡôأMulderЦš
ȷʵҪϤһ£кSkinner˵ţվ쿪˫ۡ㣬ţ׽ūMulderܵǰԼӵMulder˫۹ס˵ĺ󱳣Ȼظǿ׳ɿԼϵĻ䡣Skinner޴ķнȳɷþΧһжԡ˳еظū壬ͺѾֱһ£ǽ졣
ȥһ·Skinner˵ţſū¥ȥҡ
Mulderͷɿ¥ⲽȴ˵ʱȻ¥ϢĻһûƺθɱȥ͵ͣϢſڣ龰ɵýһȭͻǽϡμϷһҪ⡣øSkinner¥ǰòСȥæŰʣȿյķؼӾƿȫټӵЬ࣬Ҫ˵ѱֽӵݶǡɵ̫Ͷ룬û¥ϵĽŲʻŵ
Fox
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Բˡ˯ʰˡҸղšָܡؼϺ䡣SkinnerźɫĽţпͷǳĺɫTԴŭ
ShitMulder˵ںˣܣMulderԼ˵һūͼڸΥƵʵ˵ץûκ±ˡ
˯SkinnerüëηԼдҲҡ˵
֪쿴ӿ˯ˡMulderӲʼ硣
ߡSkinnerϵذ˫۽ǰ֪ûڳǲ׼ģ
֪ˣMulderʼ磬ҧס촽Բˡһ䡣
㻹Ҫ𣿡SkinnerʵҲڵʱ㻹ΥΪ𣿡
ûˣˡMulder˵͵͵ڱ󽻲ָԸ϶SkinnerᷢϷҵκ쳣ѾСĵˡ
ܺáЩǻҪǿһ¡Skinner˵Mulder΢ЦζδӦøͽϷһ֣ʵϵĴ֣ʵMulderϲġȥϷҡڣSkinnerMulderӵСزſڣ˴ӱϮһֻĳ --- SkinnerصĴ֣žһݺݵƨϣ
ܻʵ̫ˣˡMulderĵЦţҴҵܹȡ
صSkinnerȡϷҵԿף׿šеȥнѳǵش˼ʵĻеͼȷ̫ԸħԿҪģ
Skinnerƿţһ߽䡭ӭǵһŽСĽɫƤëӰӣWandaĴūĻһİУԹôáMulderĳȵסȷֻ޴ģСèԻϡSkinnerӵֻ궯СһȥģëСԴԱĿⶢū
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ȣˣMulder˵ԹؿWandaĿΪֹֻTom Colton, Alex Krycek, ЩΪûƴScullyˡ
ȣSkinnerһֹظţһͣΪǰ˵˻ѣûΥΪ
ޣǸMulder˻Ƶ˵ִʱһθ³ֱŵס
ԣǸSkinner˵뿪乫ԢʱWanda϶ûбܽζͣһ£ּ˵ðɣǷһ¡ֻϷҵԿףһšһҷ鷿ĳԣҪôҵ鷿Կ͵͵ҪôšëַˡֿѡкĽƱˣSkinnerͺţܲңͷ˵ūþ߾Բȱ߽ſڣᶨذWanda⣬ţתū
һԣMulder߽ʱսս˵
ģSkinnerвذ˫۽ǰūɣ˵ɣϴҶĿԺܸȤڿࡣҡ˵߽µ°ڷһЩþߵλãһٶMulderȫԾز
ǸèкܶܡMulderĿİͰ͵˵ѾͷˣõĽֻӳٳͷʱ䡣֪ڹŰèغͺ˵ݣ˵Skinnerһ֧ӲľڴšMulderѵ˿ĭŲ׺֯񻰡ڵͻˣǻ಻ĸӦҲѾõˡ
ָľSkinner˵߹䣬ūʱһֻĺ󾱣ȻĴӡ
˵WandaǶ֪Ǹ츳С顣MulderŬֿ˵пܾпռתƵмX-Fileڽʾ󡣡˵ˣˡ
ռתƣSkinnerϣޱؿū
ԣMulderͷһֽԼһռλƶһռλõֲ˵ţȻ߹ȥ˵Ҳǳ˳ģ̇ͣۿˣĽ͸վסš
ôİֿռתƵ¼ --- ûʵʵڵ֤أ֤˵ν󣿡SkinnerȤʡ
MulderˡЩ֤ݲǡȦӡ
ˡðɣȻȱ֤ݣֻһĽͣǾ޽ҷһͨǲʵFox
MulderŵSkinnerһ˲вһ̾˿ǵģˣ
Skinneŗ֣ǳعʳָMulderѵʿĭǰ˵˫ϥ֮䡣Skinnerѽӵһ߷ϣ˫ּᶨذūļͷMulder˫ۡ
Բ𣬡SkinnerȻ˵һ仰ūȫˡ
ΪʲôˣMulderѽʡ
˵ԼڶݣSkinner
MulderɿرݣЩʾѾˣҽҵūһ弰ϵҪ
ϴҴƨɵжˣSkinner
MulderԾؿˣˡ
׼ȷSkinnerҡҡͷƨɶ˵һ弰ϵҪ
𣿡Mulderգգۡ
ǵģˡΪҵʧְҲΪ³еΡƨÿ춼ҪоƵķ --- ĻǿġҽΪҵūʱŵҶ񣬿ҶҵĳŵҲַʽʱ˽״ҵȻָ㳹׵˳ӡ
ⲻĴ̫æˡMulder˵˵֮䣬ÿĿ̧ͷ
֪ --- ⲻǽڡSkinner˫ּᶨذūļͷҪѵ
кÿ춼ҪȻͻԼݣ
MulderȫˡеһͷΣȻ˽Ϥ硣ëֱһƤشͷ˫ַ˵ϥϡ
ҺܱǸǶԵġ͸ö˵˵
Ҹղ˵ģҵĴû --- ûʧȥǡSkinnerּһ䣬۾Ź⣬Mulder鷳ûйȥSkinnerһָū°ͣʹòֱ˵˫ۡ⵹տʼǶӡ㿹ÿһ涨ƣǵĵߣƴԼū
Mulderҧ촽ͷ
϶ˣкӦ÷һнҡSkinnerͳ͡Muldeṟ˵ϥͷֻٴεͷⲢ --- һһֱ㣬֪ҵҪ·Skinner˵ǽһģʹ·Foxֵᷢȥ׷Ѱ
ǵģˡMulder˻Ƶ˵ţȫ˵ĻС
ܺãƨſҵϥϣǿʼSkinnerMulderվؾλָܵÿʱֿ־ӵ顣ÿҪܳͷ֮ʱԸ⾡һŬһаֻҪӹƨʹȻͷʱԵû󣬶ǼظūҪĳͰ죬ֱص졣
SkinnerϥǺʹȺӲʵļMulderĸλöMulder˵Ϥˣǰǵͷεĸоǳֲڣûκγĵ棬ȻܲȻͬʱᵽܸСSkinnerֿȣһѹסMulder˫ϥ̶ס塣һְֻסMlderĺ󱳣ѹʵλãһֻƨϡMulderֵȴһиϿSkinnerָ£ҵȥһֱңɼSkinnerûϿʼǰMulderƨƶŵƤʱһ£ĴŪ˫ΣĴָᰮ
ʲôFoxūİȫʵ
㣬ˡMulderš
֪ΪʲôҪܳͷ𣿡Skinnerʵ
ǵģˡΪҶѣΪҲӡMulder˵
γͷȡʲôѵSkinnerʡ
Ҳ̫϶Mulder˵׼˵ѣв׼Υɵز²š
ܺãղ˵ˡSkinner˵
Ǿǡ´֮ǰһҪ㣿Mulder˵
öˡSkinneŗ֡
 --- һֱæƣ롣Mulderʱز廰ͣסˣûдصƨֿʼظұ̸ĸ̫ˡҵķϻĸ
Mulderȵطֹ˵ϥǰ
Fox --- 㲻ҵġ㲻Ҿֵİ --- İŵūǩͬʱĵ¡ҪǷǶ˵ǶԵȵģûûչ˺㡣´ΣһҪ̸𣿡
ǣˡMulderͷ
ܺáSkinnerḧūգȻʥMulderĴһ¡ڡſʱƨɳϴãкǻϹذ졣
MulderɿػصղŵλãûκοףMulderһſãSkinner־صū¶ϡһ --- SkinnerģеεĳͷʹģɫζܽȻͬһζãһζŵSkinnerֺ顣һֲʮּᶨķʽѾ޴βÿһӢ綼ŹSkinnerūƨһһƺдߵĽ࣬ܿĻʼʹȻǴʹֱMulderгŤ˫ȣҪֻµֶ岻ϵĥ
Shit룬ˡͣ°ɡš
ֻոտʼSkinnerظ滹أк
Mulder˵ĻŻˣSkinnerץεģֻ˵ƺͼӲĴ֮䶯塣ʱĴһµٶȣMulderβƸиǿˡͬSkinnerĳַʽӡ壬ƺѽ޴ƽƤ¼ӢȡţMulderҲ޷ܵʱĻͣMulderһĦʹʱɵó塣Skinnerḧ滺MulderһЩʹҲūMulderҳͷڽˣûôͳŹˣ۽ǵɨSkinnerľ
Ϣˣ־ǸӲĹ߻Ѿĥʹࡣ
롣Skinnerᶨ˵ţѹԭأľֲڵĶƽͣMulderջǵƨϡžƬ̣һžһMulderһһ˲ԺMulderŸеĵʹƵشֻһƽĹߣSkinnerõôޱȡڵĳͷκԻɫءֻʵʩͷ˶ѡSkinnerһһ֮䣬ūκδϢĻᡣľMulderƨһһ䣬Ұ㣬Ѿܾʹÿһ塣ŭţʹΥѱǿ׳ˣƺΪ˳ͷSkinnerӿٶȡÿһ³øҲ죬ûгɣûҲûɫζκΰֻеʹ顣Mulderšʶڽквںʲôֻ֪Լŭֺޡ
ڶ˭УSkinnerʵ
㣬ģͣMulderߺš
ڶ˭Skinnerʵøˣūйŭ
Mulder뷨һֻ֣쵽뱣һʹβSkinnerµϺݺݳһ£һ죬Mulder۵ð
Ҿٸһ¡Skinner˵Mulderѵѡ --- ƨɣ֣˲ĿʱҲ̫Skinnerĺһ¡MulderһеԶ׳壬Զĵλ
ű𶯡ڶ˭SkinnerʵMulderһڣ״εشš
㡣ĺˣMulder˻ߵؼšʱڽβĴϲ۵Ұް˻𡣽ڴΧһһ£MulderҪѡ
ڶ˭Skinnerһ飬ᣬҡ
ȫˣMulderš㣬KrycekĸףScullySamanthaţʵʶᵽЩˡ׺ݵ޷ƨϣѾɤӡ
ڶ˭SkinnerһʵMulderеʱյêȻϣһֻһƮ˿С
ңĶԼ˰ɣ뵰Mulderʼεؿǰ¶Ĵһ棬ĵķŭû˿Ŭ޷׽ĵĿȴ --- Զ
SkinnerĽͻȻıˡһ˲䣬MulderеƬ̵ɣΪͷˣûСֻǻSkinnerŲūƨɵз죬Ƿֿţѽ׼ιϸ۵ļ֣ΪֹǴûбֱĳͷġ
Mulder޺ţѾƣ޷ˣֻϵһſSkinnerϥʹسÿһ¶׼ͻ𡭡˻ƵذţҵĲ֣ÿһ¶ۿ
ΪʲôԼSkinnerʵϣͳѹĳ
Ĳ֪Mulder˵ϥŤšеSkinnerֿ˫ȣŽϮ֮еƤShitҪϢţ㣬ˡҪ㡭˵
ΪʲôԼFoxSkinnerǿʣýسūĴڲࡣ
ΪΪҶãΪҶ𣬿ǲĴMulderҵ˵ţֻǿ׺ɾ䡣
Skinnerʵᶨسźľйɵһһ䡣
SamanthaMulder˵ķŭޱߵʹ̰ɢˡҴ߰ɣˡ૵˵㡭
̱ſ˵ϥϣеľ³𽥱ᣬ仺ȻǼջǵƨϣѾ˺ܶࡣֳ˼ӣMulder״һţýֺصһ飬ظĦǰյûƨϽС֪˶ãĥڸһ䣬µľһߡ
SkinnerMulderſϥϣĺƽطվĿƵؽMulderͨ죬ͷŵ棬Ը˵ĿഥSkinnerεҡҡͷزճMulderʪǰϵҵĺڷ
ȥԡҰѳҺSkinnerõͳ͵˵
Mulderͷȫ΢΢ҿ϶Լ˫ܷ֧֡ҡҡλεߵԡöȻصϷ߽˵ķΡSkinnerû˵ūϥϣһЩҺεMulderֺȵƨϡҺӴMulderջǵ壬̼üSkinnerذ滺ҺĦMulderʹβƤ𽥵ƻؽţһһزҺķָĦֱūƤMulderݽҧţпĲϣƴסСòϣһƨϵȷһˣµưĴʹѾᣬתɶ۶۵ļʹƣӿȫеԼѾեˣϵҲǾϵġûʶĬĬᣬֱһָֻĨȥϵۡ
Fox --- Skinner˵Mulderϥƿ֮䣬סǿ˫۽ȦסūMulderͷ˵ļϣϢᣬˮʪSkinnerT
ҲףSkinnerº͵˵ģߵʱ㿴ȥһжá
ʱܺãMulder˵ȻԼΪ޷Լ˵ĶҲܺáûˡ
Һܻɡһ˺ܳʱŷģSkinner˵ſMulderһԱֱ۾˭Foxʵĺ۾ƺMulder
㣬ˡMulderϾ˼˵
ʲôSkinnerʵ
ūMulderϵ̺Ѿ̸ˡѾظΪҹѹѾȥ˿ĸƣͬʱޱȡڹоܺãķҵƽ
ܺáSkinnerһֵģζĴ𰸲á
Muldeŗ۾һЦһšҹȥûимÿƨɵѵ˵ʹұĥһ˵ؽġ
ʵҲϲʵʩĥ --- 䲻ԸūգҸԸҵūϷǳͷSkinner˵
һǴ׼ϷˣMulderûڵؽţŷ䣬ûдôĻ˽ɫܡ
 --- ʵһ֣Skinner˵վǰתżŬɳſļ⽩Ӳ
Mulder͵̧ۣ˵㻹ūյĽʹҴ˻ʵ
ֻһˮĽSkinner˵ҲΪ㻹ȫĽҲѾ̫ˣû̫ӵϷˡͷչMulder˵ľ΢΢졣ܹҳģƣū⻹ͦ˵ġSkinnerͳ˵ţ˼ؿMulderһۣϴǰһһ¡
ллˡMulder˵SkinnerĽš
ȥڰĦ̨ --- ϡSkinner
Mulderͷе̨ܵӸǰǾЩͷΣоܺãһֱ˼Ӳʵɢĺڰ
Skinnerһߵ̨ǰMulder͸ʪĽë͵ƳˡSkinnerȥЩƣ룬Ȼûƣ뵽޷ūɫţпǰԵͻ˵⡣Mulder𻷵ͦSkinnerǺǵЦˡ
ѽ --- Ҫ˵ţץסMulder˫̶ۣͷϷϵ˰ۡǿҵģֱģ׵ġSkinnerͺţֿMulder˫ȣѽʹϥȻĽ׹̶̨ϡMulderʹūƨɽӽ̨ӵıԵһ߰ڲū壬һشMulder˫ۣ˰ʱ򣬸оƮաҵĳģĸԸūкSkinner૵˵ţ촽MulderθMulderһߵͷʱMulderѵؿסʹļСѾˣҲûǲҪSkinnerΪ
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û°ɣSkinnerķӦ
ǰܺáMulderͼԼʹSkinnerָͷʹͷĴʹֱڸʹķӦʮֽšٴŬɣ˫ۡɲǼ䣬һSamanthaĻͻȻظǰKrycek˵ǻʵ顣Ҳ𣿵˺ʱҲǱθס޷޷Ƶزţ˫ۣһӰƶֻSkinnerȴһʧҪϵSamanthaһţҪЩ˺ˣŤ壬񱩵ƴ
кSkinner˵ţ̨ϡ
Mulderţʹ޷ԼҪϢˡ
𶯡˵ūSkinner˵
ShitſңMulderһƵһߣʹȫҪѣ˼Ҷ޷˼ԽԽǿҵĿ־вţеǡWalterϢŰš
۱˵ָɶɿɿˣ֮ڣѾػɡڰĦ̨ߣصشϢţԼղŹķӦ޴͸ˡܣûҵSkinner֪ôˣովܾҪ֣еһ˿־壬ΪҪԵ𷣡һūҹȻˣ϶񼫡
SkinnerƬ̷һˮݵMulderСûֻĺ۾˼ע
ȰɣSkinner˵ţͿMulderƽӶԷְMulderϥʵںõFox
MulderȻصͷԲ𣬡صشϢ˵
ղһͻĿ־壬SkinnerţMulder߿ձվظMulderĺ󱳣Mulderĵذͷ˵ǰĸһSkinner⿪רעؿ۾Ѻƽһϴ裬ȻҪ̸
ⲻҪ󣬶MulderͷȻŶӲ
ԺSkinnerԡůˮУĥūҲ֮䡣һˮԡϴū壬͵MulderĹϻȦ
ҹȥܶΣûַӦSkinner˵һ߼ūĵذ塣ʲôʹ־壬Fox
뵽SamanthaKrycekҪʵ顣ҸеʱҾһסܶܺ
SamanthaʹҲռͷԡSkinnerƽ˵ĸ첲§סūʹ˾ޱȰȫһ£Fox
ΪScullyʹ --- ǲѾˡѾô𣿡Muldeŗ壬ʵؿˡ
ΪԱSkinnerʵΪڻʹԼ
ǡMulderʼ硣һֱҲ׷WalterԶҵָÿ£ͺ񱱼һԴҰԼ㡭
ûôʱ俼ˡSkinner˵ꡣ
ǵġMulderҧסԼ촽ҺȻϾϵͺѾҪˡôô׾𣿡
ᡣSkinner§ūһ֣FoxҪһ֡ҽҵūʱ, ŵҾ׷󡭡
ǣ滹СǡMulderڿЦЦ
ҳϣ׷˺㣬ʹ޴ΣðյľٶôǵģұؽиԤһᾡֹ׷˺㡣
ҵ׷ͬʱװԻٰťţMulderҡͷô׾ͺˡ
ǵģSkinnerᶨ˵ūͷһǡңкҲ˺ҵMulderĶͺš
Mulderһ¡ǺðɣһźúûšŴ
ֻŻSkinnerһνӵģFoxSamanthaһֱ㡣ҲѾˣǷΪͬΪ׷Ѱأ˰Σ׷Щǰٵֵ𣿡
Ҳ֪ʱ8ꡣֻǵÿ϶ǰҶҪMulder˵
ҲѾˡǱ϶Щ̬һˡSkinner
ҲMulderͷ˳ûĺһ¡
㻹ͼSkinner϶˵
Mulder̾˿˵Ļůʡԡˡ
ҺܾҳŵʱûӵȥSkinner˵
㾪𣿡Muldeŗͷˣôѵ֮󣿡SkinnerüëMulder̾˿ðɣҳʮʹסûȥҲΪԺҲˣһ͵ϷҵԿס
ûߡΪ㽾кSkinner˫ظū壬ĩͣϣĸŪֱӲʵ˵֪ͼû˽ᣬҲ֪׷ٵʵ --- ʹйҲѾΪȥˡֹסūķ㲻׷ҲԶĲˣҲһȥðա֪ΪǸӣ¸ڻæһ˽ᣬҽһȥͼĲõؽ
˵ģMulderʵֳϲЦݣϺһȥ
Ȼϣ֣SkinnerָܵذūãһΪ --- Ҳһء
MulderĵشЦSkinnerּϳ鶯Цתˮﲻؼ¶ţͦͷSkinnerļͷץס޷ĺᡣһֻҵMulderͷش궯ţMulder˱ѹźSkinner΢΢󼷣Mulderʹô
Ϊʲô۵ôSkinnerƹȥŪMulderһߵͷMulder壬ȲԸSkinnerֹͣϲϵİֱǰĴĥ
ҡڡţSkinnerĴMulderӲϼٶس鶯ūĿĸ߳MulderůˮУҵشϢţص˵ĻһSkinnerֱ۹סū壬סְָֻصūͷϣĴָʳָŪ
ңΪʲôôۣȻҾˣвš
Mulder˫ۣԥؿˣȫšۣˡŻѻ
㲻ŪˣǲǣSkinnerζֻؼѹ --- 㲻֡Skinner˵ţָʼײMulderMulderǿԼɣʹĸͷҲǿ̰ĥ
ͣ --- Բ𡣡Ͱ͵صǸ
ô£Skinnerƿ壬ü
Ϸʱ򡭡ţʱˡMulderʼ硣
ʲôSkinner׷ʵ
СMulderε˵
һ֣Skinnerʵƺ𰸲ȡ
ֺɫܽͷġ۵һMulder̾˵
Ҳ֡жãSkinnerʵ
Mulderһ¡Ҵ˯ˡժʱۻȥ
FoxءSkinnerͻȻվԡסMulderæ
֪̫ˡҡ
ֻҴǰѧϰϷÿһʹ÷ --- ֪ǵҡSkinner۾ڳġ
֪ҡ
Skinnerס硣˵Fox --- ҽٸУȴ֪ѾŹ˰ҹˣҺܻܿص˺ⲻǿЦ --- ǳҪѵ㾹ȻףSkinnerʱŭ壬΢΢ţMulderĬصͷ
Բ𣬡˵ģһֱһūʧ͸ˣһкܶ϶Ĳ˰ɣ˵
ûУSkinner϶˵Ҹ߹ --- жһ𴳣վҵ; --- ҴûֹͣŬҲһͣͣͷɥūҡͷЦſ˫ۣMulderĵͶĻУָе˰ȫģӵŻˣװġղϷңSkinner˵ҽˡ֪ƨԺϻ⣬û㽲ұüֵġҲҴΪѾˡұ㽲ˣ㱻ҰסʱͲ񾭽ţµֵزˡMulderеSkinnerŶӲе̧ͷûп˽ųûкúչ --- һֱ̫æˣSkinnerͺţԻԼſMulder壬̫Ѩüͷ塣
Ҳ²װʲôMulderʼ򣬡ҶԲ롮ΡҵĴ⡣ͺǰһ̾ʱҾҿܸ̲
SkinnerҡҡͷFoxҸտʼ·ʱҲǴϡɹˡҴߵ·ʵAndrew̵ҵĹ̲ࡣǵҵһſϣҲǣ˵ʵһ㡣
MulderԼΧһԡʼ˲ɣϲSkinnerĹȥǹAndrew Linkerġ󲻳㻹зʱˡ˵ţʪ塣SkinnerЦ
ҵȻйһǺܶΡ㷸ķʽһСһرķʽ
ҽɡMulder˲壬ԡΧ䡣
ҺˡǸ˯ˣSkinner˵Mulderſ죬ĺģSkinnerĿסĻðɣҵĴ˯һ㽲ǸĹµġͺšMulderЦݵܵǰţеҪ˹ȥð˵Ĺ¡
˴Skinnerϵƣת׼˯Mulder֧ԴںڰڴؿˣװģSkinnerε̾˿
ðɣ¡ԹתܾúܾǰһҰģԵģ޷ѱūںڰﳯMulderƻЦЦ
˵𣿡Mulderŵʡ
SkinnerӱһūΪΨһһ鷳ˣΪе˶ģͷһξӵʱȫϸˡ˵ֵMulder֮Աǡ
ҵǸūʲô֡˵
㵽׻£Skinnerʵ
뽲ɡMulderŲŲͷ˵ļϡ
ǺðɡһְѵģѵūһкˮˮҪϰѵ̾򵥡ҲһȷģϾǸӡūSkinnerظū壬кܶණҪѧⲻҲѧϰڻҪ
˵ġܾúܾǰ𣿡MulderЦʵSkinnerϵƨϺһ£ſ顣
ղǶģҿʼܾúܾǰSkinnerׯصһؿʼMulderʹסЦЦֱһ¡һڲͬsubҰҲԣˣ˵Ǹ顣Ϊܾǿ̣ƫִ
ƫִMuldeŗ۾ʵ
 --- ǸߡϲκˣΪźܾáķʽҷù壬ҼӦʱʹþеĺͼɣʱҪñȵķʽsub½⿪գȷʵ⡣Щ̾˿Mulderס˵Ĵ֣޳ָĦšԣҰԲΨһȱ㣬Skinner˵ţMulderָʹͷ۵ĳ̶ȣ»ҲҴǰءּһ䡣Mulder뵽Andrew LinkerָУúЦԼSkinnerκ˵Ļ棬һйʲô˵ĻԸλĪ׵ǰαˡ
ôѶԸsubأMulderʵ
ϷҶūSkinner˵ʵϷеĶЩ壬ȤԭʵҪģҪΪʹЩרҡСʱؽʵ𽥵ϤϷÿһĹߣӳޣС˵ֹūһ¡
Լʵ𣿡MulderȤʡ
ԡҪÿһֹߵĸоԼܹܵļʱǶáҼʹ۾ҲϺðߣܸ䣬óްһСֽ롣ǼκһߣҶмҡ
ʲôأMulderʵ
һС죬SkinnerȡЦţʱ̫ˡAndrewһ췢Ұ߶ɢˣÿ۶÷ֱؿңҵʲôҸҪΪһʮȫʮ˵ǳҪҲҪ֪ЩеÿʹãҪ֪ǲ𿪺װȥࡣAndrewأ޿κε̾˿ --- ңͺǸȫŪš˵Сӡ
ΪʲôMulderüʵ
ҲϤÿߵʹ÷ҪΪܳɾһרҡ˵һƲǸרңôϣУSkinnerһ£ʵҲ᷸󣬲Ϊ˴ֹ𣬳һɵƵľأûиеȤ
SkinnerͣסˣMuldeŗۿ΢Ц
ȤMulderʵ
SkinnerЦšԣȤظʣͺѹ˼ʱҴЦʵûǹӦøеȤһʱ̫ˡֹסЦϷҵԿףȻҴңϴҪһϵsubdomԽʹκι --- ҽü֡кҽü֣Skinner¿ĵЦ
𣿡Mulderʵ
⻹ʣSkinnerAndrewֻҽеͶ --- žôˡҴ˾ԳľأֻƾʹҳСº󣬵ȫ㣬бڴϣؿʱѧʲô
ô˵ģMulderθţڴؿˡ
Ȼ滰ǻ۵ͷԲ˵Ĺߣ¥Ϸﲢûһеܴ飬κԻ롣AndrewԺļһֱЩе --- ʵֹʹϷҡȡ֮ǣҵͷԣ˼ɫϷȻʵȡĻ룬ԵҵͶһĻþͷΧҴAndrewѧһСΪһһ̵ںԶѧϰλӶͿʲôʱһḻöࡣȻ˽һЩǱģֻǳɾһtopһС --- ҾȦѧһУsubʼֱΪõtopSkinner˽
µ˼ǣMulderʵø첲֧ͷˡ
ңSkinnerЦЦ
һҪֻȦõtopMulderš
SkinnerţūסƨϾһ¡MulderŤţƵشЦ
Skinner
Ҳ֪вأҪӴȡѵMulder˵
Ż𣿡Skinnerʵ
ڶѾָˣҽֽѵ --- ʹޱȵļ䣬ǵģܡMulderͷһܸϤϷйߵʹ÷ּһ䡣ҾʧʱЩۼ֮ھʹҵɿˡ
ȻˣSkinner˵ĳ˵ҲҲкôȥûгֹ־ķӦΪÿζ׼һֱĵӱһ£ʱ˽ҸһУĸйϵ顣֪ˣĲĻһʱͣġ
ҾԶӦˣMulder˵о׽˼ӲβҪʹˣϣʡղϷҵʱϣܽ壬ɱҸˡ
ǺܺãкҼǵŵÿҪʹһΣ㻹ǷءSkinnerš
Mulder΢ЦˡԡSkinnerﵽ֮߳Ѿȫˣÿ˴ūǽסϲоţеSkinnerϥǷֿ˫ȡһֻ󻬹ָĺʱ̼΢΢һס׼ȷҵǰ٣ش̼ʹһԼָȥˣ۵ƨɱץסֿʹͿе˼Ӳ廬ܵڣԥֱ嵽סSkinnerMulderʹ壬ԱϵøܡMulderһ̣ڴ˿ʼĽӡȰűSkinnerִ󣬼Ӳʵڲĸоַʽǽܲɷ֡ţSkinnerʼ鶯β建̴ٵƶæȫŽ࣬һ˫ֽסū壬޴ϡMulderһȫеͶĲֱ˵ֶɹΡðĻ䣬Ը׳һеĵطʱ벻κεطʹŴϣԸ׼Ϊ˷
SkinnerԺһĵͺдﵽ߳˳԰УMulder˵Ļƣ޷ƶģظеSkinner촽ˢĺ󾱣ȻѹSkinnerصĺĶߡܹо˵ڣ𽥱Ȼȣ΢΢ؼ¶ţЦţûг鿪塣оĺܰһһССΣܿ˾Ҫһȥͼˡ˵áԺ˶磬ǵԽһ
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Mulderһһˬ칫ңȷΣѾˡScully˸еǳο4鲻ͬζɱһĦȣֲȥһܵĻƢ
һɱͿת˵
4죬 --- ĿɱЦš
ǾMulder߼һ΢Ц
ڳ߼ģŶѧŮصİ칫ǰתĵԡ
Լķʽʶ߼ˣȡЦţֻǸǱ̬߼߼ŭĿӵı飬سһ÷ұ
Mulder½Slavecity˺šѾûIanˣIanһʼǲһжãѾǸѪɱ˿ˡMulderЦЦüͷռһʼûκ֪ʺţ˭أ˵ûκص㣬ֻһЩĸֵϣͰʼֱɾıһʹȫѪҺֻǼ򵥵һ:
Samantha.
㿪ʼûݣֻһַ
http://www.Samantha2000.com
Mulder㿪ӣǵصҳĻˢıˣŽֳһϤ8ŮƬûʱ䷴Ӧ﷢̶ļ
֪Scullyİ칫Ͼȵ̧ͷ쳹ССĵ°칫ҡ
һҵķ䡣ҪٸҴˡۡͯ𽥱ͳʺͶĳ
MuldeŗۿScully۾ǵؿ߹ĻϵƬαģMulderǺϳɵġְļͷο
иӣޱ˵һ¡һҳʾһ30Ů˵ƬҽԺĲŷɫ԰ףԵʮĺ۾ǰƽ͸ľ
SamanthaMulderָĻĿİͰ͵˵
κˡScully˵
Mulderִ˵
ȷˡScully͵˵
֪Muldeŗ۵Ҿ֪˵ҳ·ʲôûˡûκһƬհס
ȥҳ˭עġScully˵Mulderûע⵽ץ绰ͨSkinnerİ칫ҡ
ڿᡭKimMulder³ش
ʮ𼱡ҵİ칫 --- ϣ˾ҵع˵绰
ûʧSkinner4֮ھͳİ칫ңƽʱޱŹС
Mulder̽ --- úҪ˵ţᶨعţɨһScullyƴش绰
ǺҪMulder˻һҳƿӣָŵԵĻSkinnerüϸ̶ִһ飬۾Կ۾úڳġ
˭̧۾ʵȿMulderٿScullyūƺûҪش˼MulderֻǼָĻǸСŮƬ
յһʼScullyµ绰˵
˭ģSkinnerͷ˵
ڲ顣Scully
ҵ˽䡣Mulderսȭͷû֪ҵӡSkinnerScullyѵı顣˭ôɣʵ
ֻ뵽һԳ¥Skinner̵ػش
ǸһMulderðɡһΪһӵĻ쵰FBI¥ء
Mulder̽¡Skinnerõͳƽ˵㱻ǣס˱ӡ
Samanthaó --- ǵڶƬҲܿ϶
FoxѾ30ûSamanthaˣSkinnerͳ޷ȷ
Ҿ֪Mulderŭط˵۾ھƬΣյ֪Mulderֵظһ顣
鵽ˣScullyһֽϷɿؼһ֣žŴ졣
ʲôMulderץֽĵַı齩סˡҳǼǵĵַScullyͷSkinnerһMulderץļп˳ſڳȥ˵Ĵסȥ·
ַSkinnerʵ
ͼǸַMulderƿˣšSkinnerְסūļMulderתһȥ׵ģǲǣȥMulderüᶨˡһʱ䣬ūˣҲūؼ෴˼ŵһƺMulderԴµļʤһ
ǸȦףSkinnerƽ˵
ҲںMulderͷ˵ţȥš
ںSkinner۾ְMulderûмһ档
㲻ҪֹҡMulder˵㲻ֹҡ
ûǸͼSkinnerĿ϶øһȥ
Mulderԥһ¡İô죿ʵ
һøϻ֤֮ͥǰ --- Һһ𡣡SkinnerʾMulderȥ
ҲңScully˵ţץĴ¸Mulder
ܺáԿסSkinnerں͵͵˵
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ʪġScully̧ͷŻҳգӡ
ͼSkinner˵ԼͬؿMulderһۣ;УһδMulder̽Skinnerٵ˵⵽Ƶ꣬Ȼ󡭡
㲻⣬ֱӵǸطMulder
Һܽ⡣SkinnerȥдŲñȨԡ̧ƨɸϳ̽⳵ţвضūMulderҧ촽ԥƬ̣ͼˣĩˣ̾˿òˣԸεһ䡣ǵƵȷҰص̽档·ѾȥӲˣӦܸһЩϡSkinnerض̽˵
Mulderûй־ţӦܸһЩѾˣһһؿȥѾˡǴ̶ľƬ˵SkinnerҪص̽ǰȼơƣҲҪ̸̸ĵزʲôģ
ǵƵʱѾҹˡScullyȥסǼǡ
䣬ԤԼSkinner˵ͷһMulderSkinnerվĵط˶Ӳվţ˭Ҳ˭
ԲŮʿǸֻ䡣ǰ̨ش
û⣬Scully̽Skinner߹ҪKimֻ䡣˵ҲMulder̽Ц˵ֻǾεУжȽϰȫ
ScullyӹʱǿЦݣǵķʩš
MulderSkinnerĻĳһ¡Ϊ˲ScullyǰĿŵһҪ󣬵SkinnerûʵɣMulderܿҪϴ˯ˡ
ǰȻھưɻ˵ص̽ǲûṩʲôаϣMulderôӵʱһҲȥǿʮӣվ˵Ҫˡ
Mulder̽SkinnerҲվMulder߳ȥֱ嵽ǰ
ÿܾҼӢĵطҲɵšSkinner߽ǰץסĸ첲Mulder
ԡǾΪģFoxڸҾ룬Ҫ嶯Skinnerš
˵ĻMulderŤˣã˻ţ顣
֪ӡSkinner§סMulderĺ󱳣˫ؿ۾֪ǻᾡȫҵұ֤𣿡
Mulderʹؿڵͷðɣ૵˵
ScullyʱպøһĻʵؿMulderһۣû
ӵĳ̻20ӣMulderȳͣȾȥǰĳScullySkinnerϽȥص̽Mulderҵʱÿ˶ǹãûӦţ˺󼸲һŰ߿ʱScullyѾƹȥºšMulder壬һٵķݣȻطվ𣬾ǹɨܡSkinnerһֱڻǺScullyˡڴʱ˿̣¥ϵķ䴫һС
FOXһŮ˵޺š
Mulderس¥߿һţߵţFBI
ûκӦMulder䱸߽䣬˫ǹ˫ƽǰָסǰĳ棬ˮ˳ֱʶ¡
Foxûˡֻһ¼Skinner˵Mulderǹŵ˫ָָ֣յķǽϹҵȡûڸϷ
ͣ£ܲˡͣ£ش
MulderÿȸһǹƵˡȻһԲת¥ݡ
FoxԼظе˵ְסļ򣬰ȥSkinnerůǿ׳ס
Ҳκ塣ƬҪȥһһʡҪ૵˵
FoxңСһSkinner˵סʹעˡûʼûʲôĵͼЦ
MulderΪƴƿŭҵز
FoxSkinnerǿӲMulderԼScully¥պÿ𾪵˫ۣǰ龰ǣϰĴӵš˵װģ̫ˡˡѾˡǻؾƵȥúú˯һSkinnerº͵Υ֣ڴʱ˵أΨһܽMulder˩ʵê
ҪȥÿΧÿţѯʡMulderִ˵
һ磬SkinnerᶨشҲҹΧüȮ
ңMulderߺ޵˵
ǾҵSkinnerο
ûʱˡҪDCȥͥMulderƣ˵
Ҳߡ춼һ --- FoxҲһ˻ؼҵġҲ㶪Skinner˵ĺ۾ࡣ𣿡MudlerŤű𴦣ܾشSkinnerץסū˫磬ҡΣǿתͷ˵ˣ𣿡Skinnerš
ǵġˡMulder̵ؾ˸ת߳ӣݺݵء顱һˤš
һεĳĬлصƵꡣSkinnerȥӵ̸̽˼䣬˵ת糿뿪ˡMulderScullyһơ
ǶҪһ˵ScullyֶǱĬСڶţͣش۽ëɻSkinnerMulder˵䣬һҵľ棬˼ң벻ôڡһںȸķؼӣվ
ȥ˯ˡĻ̵˵Skinnerĺ۾ҵûлػֻǵͷ
MulderӲǵķ䣬ɿӵһߣ⿪ۡ͵صһŴϣ޷ɳԼ񾭡˼ӣĥŸһô죬ʱ˼ſScullyɵվſڡ
û˼˵
ұҪŪһ¡˵Ӳ䡣
ʲôĲףޱ˵Ҹ߹Ķʵ㲻ҡǲҵĴϰɣScully
Mulder --- ҲĵˡôԴҡסĸ첲
ԲŶShitԲ𡣡ȻصǽߣʹСҲ˺㣬ScullyŸ߹㣬ɡʼΪؿ
ô˵㽲Ķˣ˵
ҧ촽ص˵ͷ
Skinnerǡϳû˵仰۾кЦšMulderûа˵ȥġ˵ˣһֱѾشǲ˵䡣
Ҫ˵ҲԡĻͨǳΪˡMulderͷ˵ʱʵڲ̸ˡ
Mulderءǿ㡭Scullyе˵MulderĿɬģնĴЦˡ
Scullyûǿκˡʵǣһٳֹϵҡò֮ǰҿ׷ѰһࡣĸԸǩ˺ͬMulderض˵ţҪĸסˣøŤˡūScullyҵ --- ǾǩԼǾ֮ϵʵʡ㿴³һѳĳ죬ťӦأϵĻƽ𾱻չǰľÿʱÿ̶ţҴĽָһ֡ҵ֡ҲСЩҲһȨı־ŻScullyŻ𣿡۾ʵ»ĴǱ羵˫пӶ񡣵û¶κζ⣬Ϊʹһٷ꣬Լôô
Żôô룿Scullyش⡭һŮ˵ȷʵҪӦһ¡΢Цһ¡
Ϊʲô㲻ΪֹϵлҸ𣿡Mulderʵ
Ҳ˼˵ʵҿ±κʱ򶼿֡ȴǰˡҲô˽㣬һ˵ҵĵƽˡֱ
ֱðǵģ֪ҾǲܡMulderеȺȻһŲصڴϣСԲScullyҴûУ˻һҲ˺㡣˵ζ̫̫ˡ㻹WalterҵһУȴƿˣ˵ţ㲻ҪңScullyҲҪWalterҲҪĸֵں
Mulderǲġڴһֱֻŵļ򡣡ǵȻں㣬οţ㲻ֵãôأԥһ£һĶͷļϡգ۾ǿסҪᡣ
Ҳ֪Ҳ֪૵صš
㵱ȻǺġҴûҳϵˣ飬ŵԡ
ʱҲŵԣؿЦ΢ЦţĶͷһ¡
MudlerָSkinnerţWalterʹҸǶ˵û --- ֮ϵʵġһܵģԭΪǸЦɡȷʵе⡣֪ʲôԭ򣬾һ --- Ҳ˵ⲻʹ --- ⡭ͷϴ徽һƴҵʵĴʣҲûʲôֵġڽȥȻΪʲôΪоֵֹġȫ֪ˣǾ˳Ȼɡ
԰سЦЦץ֣мָ
һָŸϵĻƽ𾱻ܹءôĽӴҪ˵˵ͷһء΢Цţظա
Ҳô𣿡Mulderеǻǰһ޼һκεĸı𣿡
ָ˻ʹҶҵϰ弫Ƚ𣿡Ц
Сҡ˽MulderҲЦػһ䡣
Mulderⲻıκµġ˵ģֻϣҸScullyվʱſˣSkinner߽䡣
Scully̽ȻضЦЦ
ҪߡMulder̽ҽһЩ顣۾СصŽƹSkinnerǽ޵ſȥӶMulderЦ
Scully̽Skinnerţ벻ҪģMulder̽һܰȫʱ˵
ϣˣᶨ˵֮佻һĿ⡣Skinnerߺţظһ
һԤУҶԴūķʽĴĻ°뱲ӿܾҪȳˡSkinner˵
û  WandaҪ¡MulderЦЦ˵
ޣҴûһ̻ɹŮԵ־ҪǿԡSkinnerڿ˵ࡣèƻ࣬ĪˡоõFox
öˡԲˡMudlerεؿˡ
ΪʲôǸܵѹװġֻҪסҲ׼Լ˺ԼʹֻҶĲ㡣Skinnerвģ˵Ŀǰ뿪ЦMulderصͷ
Ҫڴ𣿡ʵ
Ҫô𣿡Skinnerüë˵
Mulderһڳʵļҵضţ̾˿ˡôش
ҹȥʲôأFoxSkinnerʵ  ڻصǱʲôأһƬģȥұ֤ﵽһֻҪ  һҵڣҪңװġֱū۾Լ˵ҪҰڴϣҾհ졣ҪȻһĻ֤ѡ񡣡SkinnerվŴ𸴣Ŀһֱû뿪ūMulder֪һ̣κʱеҪΪ⽫ȫسɾ֮ιϵһֱŬҪõġ
Ҳͼܵġ㲻Ҫ˵SkinnerŵЦһ£˫סūգ۵촽
õģк㡣˵
˵ĻＷڹխĴϣMulderе¶ûˡSkinnerְϻȦֱеĽŶʧ١˵ĺ֪Ѿ˯ˣMulderǲܾ˯췢Ӱһǰ֡һֻǸϷΪʲôĿʲôأ̫ˡ벻κԭ򡣶Ļľ˭Krycekпܣͬ  ΪʲôЩɻУʱֻȻץʵһSkinnerһ˯úشMulder´п˿ڴĵ绰
ιĶ㵽ԡţⳳˡ
ιѡˣһϤģųŪʵ
ûС˯š϶֪ԭKrycek˵
ǳˣ԰ɣһ޹ԽʱգKrycekʾš
ϻˣѣMulderضȥҶľҪĥˡҪʲô
ⲻţKrycek˻˵Ҫ㡣
ԺMulderңϢش·ǹվһ˯ˡΪľţڷˣڴߡ
WalterҡSkinner͵ؾѺ  ԼԵūǹڡ
Fox  ڸŭš
ҽ˸绰KrycekġMulder˵Ҫҡ
ʲôʱ򣿡Skinnerʵ
ڡMudlerŸЦݡ
Skinnerʡ
׼Ҹ  ҵһȥʲôҲҲ
ȥˣһ̤ȦSkinnerޱ˵۾ʾָؿڵǹFoxǶ㲻ָҡͺš
㲻ܸȥWalterMulder˵ҳ  ǺܿǸȦסһԭScullyܸȥǰΪҵѰܹˡҲ׼ٷҵľ
ˣк  ֲSkinnerͳȵ˻š
뵽ô˵ġMulders˵Ҫô֣ժ˽ָԲ𣬵һˡ֪ĻǺ׽ΣĺܱǸ֪ҰһжˣԭĴҲ֪ԭˣҽҵΡѽָһߵĴͷϣվSkinnerӴǹڶ°ϡͣһ£ĺ۾MulderཻMulderľûһӶҡSkinnerš
ΪҲῪǹʹˡMulder˵ҪĻһģҪ֤㹻ʱû׷ҲΪʲô㲻ԭңWalterԤؿжˣǹصSkinner°һ¡Skinnerͷһۣڴϣʧȥ֪MulderŤŵģϢ壬ɱȽƣһ£ȷSkinnerֻʧȥʶûܵص˺ţ˵ڴͷ߽ԡҽһˮڴͷϣȻ󣬰ѵ绰ŲֹĵطSkinnerѹԺֻܽк˰æܸMulder±ʱ䣬ٶĿĵءMulderߵǰԥһ£ͷһۡ߻صߣ˵촽ϡ
汧ǸҰ㡣˵ţ뿪
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KrycekָʾMulderһշϵĲֿ⣬صһҲ֡һյͺͺĵҫһõİ  ϳ棬һɲİTƤп˺ɫţп㡣
áѡMulderǹָKrycek߽
MulderKrycekһĳϿҵЦݣҡţеؿŰĲ棬ƺMulderǹֱָࡣ
óһģKrycek΢ЦšһúýѵSkinnerһͨ˵ҪɡɲôϹѽţ˵˵Ӧ˽ѵūɣ
˵ʲôKrycekMulderŭţһ亹
Ϊǻ᲻֪Krycek˷ŭؼЦšMulderصˡǶһһѾöˡΪǻעⲻȥǸ˼ıصļһסһڣҿˣҪ˵ɰĺͷū  ˭أKrycekаؿҪǸͺļһأMulderҪ˵ЩŻı̬ϷˡKrycekҡҡͷҪ˰÷ģֱ˵ˡ˵
ģMulderţյĴͿͣסˣһžһ죬ֿԡѩĵƹ¡
ǵKrycekһˡ׳Χ£  ǵǹָMulder
־ܰɣMulderҵpartyKrycek˵Ӱ߽϶֣ǹ˸ָΧסMulder̽˫ְڱ󡣡ҶԿpartyˡKrycedЦţԤ׵һȭͻMulderĶϡ
MulderιڵأŴKrycekһץסͷMulderͷ󳶣ݺİһ£Mulder÷˳ȥKrycekеĳУMulderѵضգۣһֻ۾Ѿˡ
Ϊʲôʵ
Ϊ˻ؾôζͬ£KrycedЦšҲΪļٸ첲ͷʾ⡣㲻ҪΪֻԺһȥSamanthaûš
Skinner˵ȦףMulder˵
˵ĻKrycek˵ѥӲMulder߹ϡ˵ˡ̧ȣMulderߣʹ޷̽ʹطˡKryced˵ָMulder˵ϴŹСҪ48Сʱ˶ѡûнӵɱ  ɱ̫ˡЦЦMulderһ⡣ԣһҪҺһʱ䣬Сʵʵˣʹࡣ˵ţĵطһ⡣
ҹMulderλȥŪʱ
ãūкKrycekˮMulderϡMulderſ͵죬ʵؽŽˮ⵹ͦţţūKrycekЦţסMulderմѪĳµӣϲᣬǲǣ̬Ҫ֡һֺֻһֻϼֲMulderͷͷƷ۾⡣㲻ϲ۵ȥоһжԸ˰ɣţKrycekЦţMulderͷǽײȥشңš
ҰɣûãMulder˻˵ֻû˵۾ҲţͷKrycekϡ
  ˵ҶУ˼ҾٻġKrycek˵ţMulderƻصϡ
ҲסΪʲôMulder˵ΪʲôҪֻΪҵɳDCһ֡
ֻǼƻһ֡krycekЦ
ʲôƻMulderʵ۽ǵܿKrycek°еؿǽߡ⼸ƣûע⵽ߵ飬һ˰һ˴òΣƺǺɡMulderŲһ¡߹Ǻۣʮѡ
Ǹӡ²¿Krycek˵MulderĶϺݺһţʹ̽һ߶ҵʹϮͬ롣
ʹʹMulderֻȥٴʱһƬڰӸ߸ߵ촰͸¼΢⡣Krycekվߣý
ѰɣMulderϣʱǾദKrycekЦܺ˵MulderǰȥMulderĳŦۡ
ҪʲôMulder˻Ƶ˵ŬŤ塣
ʲô͸ʲôKrycekЦšǾȲԼġͿǲˡԹתMulder
һǶȹMulder°ͣͷ͵ײǽϡ
ҿϲᡣKrycek˵ţȫǳЦˡ
ҲǱ㡣Mulder˵ҪܽرأSkinnerϷҶģ˰⣬˷ܣеֻǴֱŻıŰθʹطš
ޣ˵ҵļɲãKrycekʵһ⡣ʹǲǸһ
ļɺܺãңMulderڿعš۵Ҫ
ܺáKrycedЦţǽۣܵţ
ǡΪǣMulderһ£ΪһŹ򣬵ûСKrycekЦøˡ
㶼˵  㲻ϲЦšô³ԭίMulderʵ
֪ΪʲôԭҪҴӳSamanthaǸնMulderص˵ͷشһߣΪŬͣѪ촽ƣ
ȻãҲKrycekͷҲûôҸһ¡
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ðɣΪϲġKrycek˵۾Žƻع⡣ҵһεõ˵Skinnerǵлô˵һ --- ô˵׼ȷ𣿶ѽ顣ƨɡô˵ȽϹҵһεõ棬ͷ϶ȥġɿ˸¡
𣿡Mulderû˵ֻ۾ȵбKrycek
㶼֪KrycekMulder㻹ԳǸ̽SkinnerϰǼǰˡܴԭλϣΪֳԼи̬ܡȻʵϮFBIĴͳˡ
Mulderɻüë
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ȷ˵ıɱܰɣǵ򣿡Mulderʾš
KrycekûнӲ硣ľǰڲͬϰ߼¼ڰԱáԺҽӵָʾǸһСС㱣飬ԱʱΪǵҪ񡣡
ʲôMulderգգѵʵ°ΪŬ˵ۣʹʧȥ֪ˡ
ʱҲ֪Krycekʼ򡣡㱻ǽ߬ --- ȫȡڽһչҪ֪͸һֻMulder ___ ҪľǽһSamantha͹Թܹιʳˡ
һԸ㣬Mulderʼ硣SkinerScullyָ
㲻ǵġKrycekذһƤסMulderˡǸMulder
֪MulderͷKrycek׵ֺݺݻ°ϣͷ˳صؿǽϡ
ôKrycekЦŽ˵Ǹղ˵ˣ
ǸMulderţ³һŴѪݡ
ȷʱʱٻһKrycekץסMulderͷͷ
ʱȷʲôҪҸϻDC𣿡Mudlerʵ
㣿Kryceküë㣬MulderӦøϻȥ֤ƳһֱԼ15Ժڶǵһѧѵķͥϡҵֱ --- ǵȻΪǵһĿ8 --- ǵȻԸ
ɿMulderͷMulderصǽߣһ˿ҲˡıġĿԭSkinner --- SkinnerԶԶʹ޷֤ͥMulder֪һΣȷɵϣԼµڲֿһǣѣKrycekĽŻĶϡ
Skinnerȥͥġ˵
ᡣڷͼҳΪĥ𣿡KrycekЦšȻᡣҪūĹоĻѡ㡣Ұɡ
ᡣҰĽָˡûҪˣMulder˵Լš
ޣġڳ24Сʱһֱ㡣ٹͷҾҪˣһ绰ĶͻϹȥȻ͵ûȥе --- ǲǻܱסKrycekЦš
Mulderʹصţţ̥һϥ鵽ؿڣѵش
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ֻMulder촽ʱͲšŤӱܣþһ˿SkinnerSkinner̸ҪһıǣһSkinnerūıǣKrycekȻҪģǼׯϵ¡KrycekΪͼҪ֮ãʥģǻԼɺڰͳMulderŤţţ޷ܿKrycekĵӡ塣ĵкػƤ⣬ؿһAȻǲŵһKڵο̹УMulderʹʧȥ֪
ʱѾˣʶֻһˡѵض˶忹κεƶĺջǣ͡ʶסˣƶ˫֣ĦʹеؿڵľʹͷѪܵĿӡʹؼ䳱ӿϥսؿڣ˫ۻס˫ȣΪ;޴Ĵݴײÿ졣վҲ֪һͲˡһ۵úܿѾˡʱۣóҲ֪ƾԼվˡڰУĽһֹȥеǱĽǹKrycekǹˡΪʴȣΪ˱޴֪ںڰþõעŬ˼
ȥҲйһΣҲںڰǹѵؾǷҪԼһΣɱɼϴһ֡
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ֿſˣ˽䱸վ¹¡Skinnerǹɫ¿ --- 񶷵ķװ׼ź;δıĵս
ûˡǶˡMulderںڰ˵
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ãҲ߲·Mulderʼ硣Scullyأʵ
Ԯ档һһЩSkinner˵Mulderˡ
ǻáҵġSkinner°ϵһ¡Krycekҵı --- š
ҿˣSkinner͵˵ֵͲָѵصMulderȫ쿴ơû۵رʵ
ûСΪÿط۵رMutterš
Ҵ뿪Skinner˵
ˡMulderָսǹSkinnerľٶֱ壬۾MulderЦЦҸ㲻Ҹȥ֤
ʹˡSkinner˵
óľǷˡMulderʼ硣Ǹѧң
ǵİӰˣûгͥǰˡSkinner˵֤ݲ㡣
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Skinnerһĺ۾Ŀñ䣬ӲھƬšMulderϣػţȴĻشڴų׽ --- ΪԼµʹฺΣҲܴʱʹĥ
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ܿ϶𣿡ʵ첽ǰ뼴ԼһĴ˵жء
ҿ϶SkinnerϣɡScullyŬһ¡
Ҳܡ˵
Skinnerֱ߹ȥǿ׳ֱαסūƺScully̽ңжԱǷҪȵľǳḻκܲãڲûʧȥ֪شĽ顣ıģScully --- ǡ˵е⣬۾תתһ˿µĽǡԥ֣ҿMulderѪĳ£ؿϵĲҲ̶ѪܵĿŵٿ˻ȥ
ҪǽץKrycekҧгݵס˺仰
һ֧ġSkinner˵
SkinnerūȵطڳϣȥԣScullyڸʻλͼص̽ųѸ뿪ֿ⳯ҽԺʻȥ
гУScullyʼһԲλת壬ؿԵĴMulderżʶû˵ֻ۾ֺܿ޴ע⵽ı飬Ҳ绨ҰSkinnerūԱߣ׳ĸ첲§סMulderļ򣬰ūڻһֱڰ˯ѵ״̬MulderȻܸеԼļʵļǶôĽš
ԵҽԺ;û̫ļ䡣ǰӳ̧ҽԺִǣ˿ʹ۵ýгūʹ࣬Skinner°ͱý --- һϸ΢ı飬ֻƽʱϰڽϸĹ۲˵ūעõMulderתһߣܿˡScullyִ첽ţʼůգҿSkinner˵ޱʧ⵽ѵ飬Ҫ޷Skinner°ǿ֤࣬
ǰƽңеʿæŸ·ΧҵȺУScullyӰ˰Һܲ嵽ĸ첲ϡ
㲻ܴһʿSkinner˵
ҲߡSkinnerƽشվMulderͷˮƽλã˫۱ǰһǸʿһĥҪҪ뿪
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ǡSkinner˵
ĸ磿ʵȥȡ¼
ҡSkinner˵Ҫҵ --- Ҳ뿪ֻܵҵ
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ֵļһɵĻϸҽһæŷһšMulderһ£ע⵽°΢ؾţȻһԲ
롭ȥMulderţʹѵ촽š
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ٴλָʶʱԼһСɵ˽˲ScullyڴǰSkinnerվڴߣĿĵšһºScullyæһˮ˵Ĵߡ
Բ𣬡͵͵ض˵ץס΢΢
˵ֻɱǲˣMulder
֪ŬؼһЦݣȻҳ˵ķ򿴡
ޣMulder㲻֪жൣ㡣ָظĦ֡
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˶ܵġSkinnerķ򣬼˵Skinnerתĺ۾ͷؿScullyǵسMulderüվ
ҿһǵһţMulderĶͷһ¡Ըɿ֡ϣ뿪½м̸س鿪֣˳ȥתŰǽȻԸ˵Ŀԡ
Skinnerߵǰվסͷūһ
Foxңº͵˵MulderеһԡȫһҲˣеɬѸٵģ۾գ۲Fox˵ǿӲMulderȻһţеһְֻסգᵫᶨذתԡ۾
Fox --- 㲻£ôܿԽءSkinner˵Զ޷ȡѵڿңҷϾ뿪ӣҰסԼͨͨ˺
ҲЩMulderش
ҪҾSkinner˵ţϿᣬ绨Ұ㽩ӲⱲӴǸųFoxڣҡ
е־˫ۣˡSkinnerȥ쳣ƣϻմMulderѪ°ϵٺѾϣ߸
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仰˵Ѿˣ֪ĵģѾ޲ˡSkinner˵ţ۾Ŀ⡣
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ˡMulder˵ؿָһ£ű
KrycekĿĸطǵġSkinner̹ʵ˵Mulderٴν˫ۣSkinnerͷֻ۾ѾˣSkinner˵
Ҳ֪ܲܡMulder̹׵˵
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ܺáSkinnerͷΪҪĽǳFox
MulderЩĻеİģͷݵͷӲҲSkinnerĻȴûиղô˰ġ
ڶǽε¡Ҫһһس׽ǲӱܣһҲ©Ҫطֱܲ˶УҪʹԷÿһ¡ܲϵķô --- жϵġ
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Ҫ֣SkinnerסMulder˵ա˵̽Ǽѵģ;ɡδļ̡
MulderѵʿĭͷϲţҵĨȥԸ۽ǵĵˮ
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ڲҪٶˣSkinner͵ض˵
ˣĹʲô𣿡Mulderʵе֪𰸡
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IanغһΪѻ˶Եĸˡ֪㻹бѣ --- ȦѡIanʹɫòòǡҲ̫֪֪ġʽ
Ƕ֪飬Mulderϵּһʹȥ飬ֻǸLone Gunmen¸ֻȴû˳·ȥĹԢҸøǣֲ֪áôڡεס˿ڡ
IanȻЦЦЩΪMulderľ״̬ģϵݸһӡ㣬ơӭؼҵ
ʲôĶMulderüֳխİװСͣ
ҿ϶㲻ȱ͡IanSkinnerл˵Mulderһۣ𿪰װһ --- õ֡
ʱˡIanָ˵Mulderɻؿôôеù;ޣҲϹչǰɣIanЦšƵSMȣƣŤƽɫֱпյģ浹һϸıӡƣIan˵ţ쬵ػ˼ --- ߻ӱ߿Perry˿ĵЦšֻIan˵һ»һĸMulderɵɵضһһŵһù˹㡣
Ҳ֪˵ʲôãĩ˵һ䣬ǳǳЦݡ
Ҿ֪ƣIanЦžһ£װá٣Ĵͷ´γȥɢWalterʱ˳ֵضūֳˣȵݸMulderŶĹ⡣
MulderεҡҡͷΪлĿⲻɵ׷ˣIanոɢΣͨ׵ܰ滹п֮𣿻߿ôʣ˻ԸΪȻ֮ܵʽأ֪SkinnerļƻǷЩģҲȫ޷²⾿SkinnerԴ֪ľǣָֻˣͻᱻϣݺݵذһٱӡҲ֪һ־壬ǰӣSkinnerӽԺҲмڹܽ
Elainӻ˻߽صһ¡ɵӡֻļ˵һ䣬subDavidͶϺͲ̸Ϲæǰæ
Mulder΢Цһ£мů֪˵˶֪𣿡Щʡ
𣿲˵ֻ֪Ϊһϳ˴ˡǶ֪顣ֻ֪Walter绰ҵ --- һøʲô˽ʱҪˣΪǡھΡһ䣬ϴĵĹػ
ھΣMulderȵ̧ͷ
ġ֪ǶôضԴΡûס㣬ֹܵ
ĻᡣޱȻں޵ض˵°ȴݺݵذҵǹһ¡
ˣ֪Ǿϻδкñҡҡͷһ¡еĻУޱȰʵĸоĸһѾǺܾԶˣЩʡģǶõġ˵ţMulderļ򡣡£ҪƿMulderΪ뼴ʹʥһģҲѾĥòˡ
ôҡMulder
һֱע˵ĶȻ뿪partyȺʧڳMulderθȥæźWandaܵһСèū˸˵òˣSkinnerرأذӡȫMulderվŵܼܿ
㣬˵ԼһSkinnerССŮ֮ܵ˽ۡ
SkinnerתһЦ㣬˵ţСèMulderWandaҲ
ãè䣬Mulderڿ˵ضգգۡĶܵɦһ£˳
ٹСʱFoxȥʱSkinnerһ䡣Mulderͷ
SkinnerĻ˵СʱԺ߳һǵĿ˵Mulder½ȥˣһֿɰĽǴ̳
ĵĻŸҵ绰Ian˵ţͷһ¡
ã֪MulderͷһӸеƣ벻ؼҵĺ̺ܳȫʹ²潫˯ģSkinnerԤأһˣת˼ؿ
ˣFoxˡϴˣ˵
ڲ8㡭Mulder˸ͷҧס촽ǣˡ˵
ұ˯ɳϣҪõؿס㣬нһָʾǰ˯ҵķ䡣Skinner˵MulderͷϢϲûƷζϱSkinnerĻϣڱȥȻ̸˵
Mulderٵͷһֱȴһ̵ĵ
Skinnerūڱ¥Mulder˵̵ӡ --- زᣬֻSkinnerһSkinnerڴϣūѵ·ԡϴϴˢְشϡMulderϲˣֻǿѹΪԼıܵķŭMulderٺˣSkinnerڷϿעܳʱ䡣
ڸҵľFox
˵仯Mulderеθطšأˣ
ţƺҵķʽSkinner˵Ѿʧȥ˽˵ȨˣFoxժָʱͷȨ
γƺأMulderʵҪŻˡ
ԽҡԭеSkinner˵
Mulderѵ˿ĭҲūʲôȻʵе綼ˡ
ţ㽫ԶҵūкSkinner˵һһԶı䡣SkinnerվߵߣMulderɫءӮؽҡˡȨFoxº͵쳣˵
MulderееĿǿгˡӮأͰ͵˵
ǵġҿ --- Ѿӷȡ˽ѵҿ --- Ҫ㵽ȥжʹ࣬㶼棻ҿ --- ȫģʵķӡSkinner˵ıʾMudlerδļǿӲҪһдͷʼкҹȥ̫ɶˣǽ֮εĻϵģѾˡΪʲôڿʼҪ׵ǩԼ᳹ÿһ֡˵Լĵ4Fox
ū˽һΪȨתΪȨϣΪϿɡMulderҴҵر̫شڣΪ˹εĻѣ
ǵģȡеȨSkinnerᶨ˵ΪֻʧȥˣŻʶȥӵеʵ̫ˡڿʼûκȨFoxֻȫū --- ײ㿪ʼԿһڡҶݵĶλһɲ --- ΪӮȡҵΡȫҵΣһУϣͨŬӮһС
ҲܣMulderŵһ䡣
ҾͷϳǩԼSkinnerɵظ˵FoxܹǰҲϢҶľǳΪЩӦõģ඼֡
Mulder˫ۣܺôڡ̽˵ƳԴϵĿλ
Ҫڵ״ʺϡڸ顣Skinner壬һMulderԶջصġȻ֧㣬FoxһԽ׶Σӵҵİ --- Զ𣿡
ǣMulder˵סܸҺܺ𣿡
Ըκ¡ûκҲṩġˣ½Щ飬ʧˡSkinner˵סMulder֣ϵĽָҰѽָȥ֤Ȼң֤֮ĹϵƻȻڡָһִͳϵͰ --- ԱSkinner˵ңӵҾԵİҲߣҲҪһǹϵɹԺļڡľūݵĴͳҴūΪΪҽջءŬӮ
ЩMulderصĴʶֻסľʧȥеĲʡ޴ʧ롭Ҫ˵
ұ롣Skinnerĺ۾ûһ˿ҡֵūľ䡣ͨ˿飬һ㣬һʽľʽϣ֤ǵǰָۣժ˾ĽƷִСMulderʹشͷ·һҲʧˡ
һΪҽģ˵
ҴûֹͣΪ㽾СһҴûֹͣ㣬Skinner˵ţѾڴͷϣŰ˫ֲMulderͷУĦšˣ޷ӱܵģΪΪFoxҲϢ
ףMulder˵ʲôʵ̫ʧ䣬̫ƣеʹѡ
Fox --- ˵Ժ󼸸һҪܶࡣҪߺ޵£ΪҽҪ㳹׵ķӡûûеǡЦȫƾԼͨŬӮľҪһһִԼϵݡһڼ䣬㽫һλūӱʵĵıһݵκȨкʣʡ
ûȨMulderʵŬһÿһ¶Ҫͬ⣿˼
ȷSkinnerıȻࡣϲԷˮҪҵ --- ÿ¶ˡκ¶Ҫ뵱ȻFoxκС¶ҪԡǽȫͷʼԼȨˡһʼ㷸˴ûǿִԼΣұˡҸ̫ɣ̫ѡ񣬶ûиūĴһʵĻָ㱾ҪŬӮõɡڣһжҪҪȷɵ֪ݣԼҶҪ󡣡
ǣMulderʱѾƣû˼ЩˣʵҲ뷴ԡ˵ճµҪγһԵūƵĻҲζܴ޷ֿкͷӶѳˡSkinnerѹϵеظжȥˣ˵ԸҪѾһСһֽѡ˯MudlerʵͻȻԼѾƣˡ
Ҿⲻͬ⡣Skinner˵кصū촽һ¡Mulderȫ˵ܽӴУĶSkinnerǣվ
㲻˯𣿡Mulderʵ
һҪ׼11Ҫ̸ֳھǰ;
ʽOPC֤𣿡Mulderʵ
ҲSkinnerʼ硣ǣҲֻǷʽ֤ --- Jana CassidyһЩ߲ϯҶҪ׼ڣ˯
MulderɺãSkinnerūϱϸҴñǡصͷƣ뿪ҡ
Mulder۾ߺָžڴͷϵĽʾSkinnerˡָǹ⻬Ľ棬֣ʱһӿ˺ܶھ̶¡ʵڵؽἸûˡ
Mulder˼Сʱ׾ˮӿ͵ʶǸϲֿҵʱ̣ʹˡؿľժߣĿ˺鵽˶ʧЩɶʹࡣĳϽȷҪʹйһеĿơSkinnerһжûˣһжԭһMulderھεĸоͻðݺݵĥһص޷ųʹࡣSkinnerȴķʽMulderеھζжˣûзĴ󣬻װǲڡȸͷҲǿūĹӱܡMulder⽫һḶ́ӸĲΪ˶пοΪѾҲûѡӱܵȨSkinnerѾѡȨǿջˣͬеȨһ
СʱԺ˻صʱʹĳѾƽϵݺἣȻɼˮʪͷһSkinner߹䣬Ŵ·ϴڣSkinnerԡһصҡMulderʱ˸Ͽϴ˯ԾǣSkinnerȴ˴ߵķϣ̾һֱظе޷˲֮¼װ˯εض˶Skinnerʱע⵽Mulder׵۾ͱ鲼۵ۣžһ򿪴ͷƣüͷū
治ţSkinner˵ֲڵָMulderʪգ𡣡
MulderĿɿڴ˵Ҳ֪Ҫͬ⣬˵
Ҹ߹㣬кڿʼÿ¶ҵͬ⡣SkinnerţMulder쿴ղŵıˮ͸ͷ㲻ҹ˯档Ե÷ǳ졣
Mulderҧ촽ͷ£ҺܱǸסᣬΪǸƺǳҰҪߺޣΪԼıľѹ
Skinnerͷõ߳ңԺȡһͷ´ --- ҵͬ⡣
Mulderܸӣζ޾ϸҪͬ⣬οʹ޵ľ˷ѾˡԸκ˿ --- ʹˡūУһΪѵľǣֲΪ֪Ӧһһ¶Skinnerǰڰʱ̣Ըо㡣һԼĿյĵϹԢˡһ˶ˣغ;ħսֱ¿ԼSkinner׼ôҪʹ౩¶ڹ컯֮£Ĵ޴Σ˵ʵ̫˵ˡ
ڿԸɣSkinner˵һһֱ㣬һֱȫйڸоЩ𣿡
Mulderҧ촽ͷҪ˹»ĿûʹеԱSkinnerرɺãȵؿ˴ӴͷĳóһӺƤƵSkinnerصūĴߣһԲذMulderû˵ϡӹ̶棬һͷڴͷϡӺܳ㹻MulderڴϺʹĸ뿪䣬ǵ˵ͬⲻɡ
Ҫ˯һֱӮȨSkinner˵ʵ㲻и׼ڿʼľ󲿷ʱ䶼ڰȹǶԸūΨһİ취
Mulderѵ˿ĭͷ˵ƴʩ˵ﻶӭSkinnerūİһդҡ --- һʹůȫĵطMulderѾжôӽʧصıԵˡ
Ҫϲҵͬ⡣Skinnerһ䡣Mulderͷ˸ӦһĸоÿĶһֵİĵĸоKrycekȦԺٶԼжʣеľȨ˵ҲûκͼҪط뿪ˣӻصΪSkinnerū֮ǰĿڰȥǺġ
Mulder˹˵ƣϴɵߡMulderɵȫӲеԼŴǲܻӭġΨһɾSkinnerҪʱסҲһӡ֤˶ѾʧˡܴŬӮõģȥӮҹȨҪ佩ӲشԭأˡϣSkinnerȥ˱ű˺ū֮㹻ľ룬Skinnerȴռ˴УץסūĶУԼMulderһҲҶýģԺܾȵظе˴ֺݺݵȭ̿ƨʹʹһ¡
ɡSkinnerӲ
ǣMulder˵һɳ˵˵ĻߴģϤ˵ůǿ׳еԵİοϲSkinnerûٰūֻĴֽ§סMulder壬ūԼߡMulderܿ˯ˡ
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Mulderŵʱˣŵı͵һ硣
ôˡʵ˯ۣѾ·
ˣк㲻ڴһ졣Skinnerض˵Mulderժ԰ϣϴһϴ·Ҵ¥Ը̺ڳɳϡ
ǣˡMulderȻȻشȫûоԡһԺȭ̿㱻ƨÿ߶ݺݵشһ¡
סݣūSkinner
ǣMulderٵش
ҪΪ״ʹӱͷSkinnerһ߰𴲣һ߶˵ --- һʱִƨ⣬ҿܲصĴҪԼݣһ㳢ġ
ǣMulder˵һʱ䣬ȫڶߵ״̬SkinnerСС巣ûдκεɫСеֻʹ --- Ҳ˵Ŀڡ
SkinnerԡңMulderϴʱϴرߡ˿ϴɾԺ󣬷صң·Mulderߵͨ죬˵ĸоֱӸϾʹˡһ˴· --- ѾȫǬߵˡ
MulderTͶ̿㣬Skinner¥¡ūڳɳϣһë̺ѼȻݡһһЩ߻MulderĽϣмһɵӣһӰѽһЩӶ㹻ĳȿԱ֤ʶȵĻͬģǿȷMulder޷߶Mulderҧס촽˶ֳĲεĳ̶֮ΪɥҲЩӦõ --- ֮»ָеܹϵͱ費ؽЩҲĸԸģĵｲǻӭġȻSkinnerѾͷԼˣٸһЩ
Skinner߽ԺһƬһ̿Mulderʶ˴ιԷ͵ĳȥ
ҿԼ˵һȻĿ⡣
ҵͬ⣬ҵĻش --- ׼Skinner˵ţҨһƬιūMulderĬĬĽˣŬιÿһһҲöSkinnerܸһССĻصĻʡ緹Ȼ˶Դ˺ܼ֣Mulder¶˿Υļ󣬺ȻصġȫԹˣSkinner΢Цͷ
úӡ˵Mulderͷһ£ѿյûسαϵ״ϡMulderǰŪƽƽʱ̺˴·˵ô --- ˻ĻһȨΣSkinnerѾȨȡˡ
 --- ҵSkinnerվūߣ˵ĻΧɳElaineһ --- 㣬Perryһֱָܻж֮ǰҲڵʱ򣬶㣬ȥԼ¡ǰæ --- ǶĴһ㲻طд --- ҪϢҲҪָǸ --- Ƕ˽˵ʱ㣬ǺܻܿŹ𣿡MulderͷĥPerryElainǲ֪ܵԼͬʱҲţǷǱɱɵ¡ʵ˱֪ȫûбҪǼֿMulderѾսʤǸħѾSkinnerĿѹջ󡣡һPerry㻻һ±SkinnerָMulderز˿ڡ
Mulder͵̧ۣеŭڵӿPerryˣҵغţκ˿ؿϵĳĸԼһֱ
ǡSkinnerƽشūɢŭ޶ԡҵģкҡκ˿ҵı㡣𣿡
ҲԸҲκ֪£Mulderʧصؽš
͡ûǴĻԼдҿԶκ¡ʹȨSkinner˵Mulderصشͷǰ˺ͼ֮ǰʶǸ̫һˡSkinner֤ūȡѹͳΡūһء
еʱҪҴ3ε绰Skinner˵MulderֻõĿϡʲôʱ򶼿ԡҲ㣬˯ʱ򳳵㡣SkinnerūӲЦһ¡ͬʱҲҪʾԾԸķӡ
ǣMulderͷ֮Ѿ跱ָʾˡҲΪԼ˵ϻҪɡSkinnerȴû˵ --- һָ顣
㲻׼ӣ׼õԣ׼鿴Skinnerᶨ˵Mulderһ־ʲôǲ¶׼һôսضһSkinner޶ҡļɥصͷԼϥǡһҪµĻԺúõоһūԼĵһSkinner˵
Mulder𾪵̧۾ôоʵ
ȣдһٱֱе --- ܻӰдֵٶȣдֲ⡣дܹ㼯оÿ־ĺ塣ҪǣҪҽͼΪΥԼݡ㻹Ҫҷһ£пܵ㽫ٷǾƶһЩɣδȻҹ黹ľ֮ǰҪŵٴΥԼǻһθõıٴη
MulderˣſڽࡣSkinnerһָֻ£Mulderſ򢡣𣿡SkinnerʵҽĹ𣿡
һMulder˵
ԼһֻǸʼΪΥԼÿһݣūҹ黹㾱֮ǰϣΪʲôΥΥҪֱÿһĲͬԱžٴηһк --- һȤؼһֱ̣еġԾԸϵĳ̶ȽӰҵж --- ʱٸϾSkinnerᶨ˵
Mulderͷ˼šΥÿһʵ
ǡʲô𣿡Skinnerʵ
ֻǡҲΥ˵
˵ݡSkinnerü
ūӵеȫʲͬʱҲˣеķƲԼʵʲ˵ԸаšMulderرг
ΪΥ --- ǽеһʱϣܸΥġSkinnerū˵ֻҪоڵһͷȴ --- Ȼ˻ָ⡣΢ЦţŰ⸧ūա
ǣMulder˵
ҲںҪãFoxSkinner˵״ãǾ쿪ʼǺ죬ǻһһشġȵɵ죬ڴ㽫ûκ壬ġͣһ£̵Цһ£ţԼΡ𣿡
MulderŬػ˸ЦݡڶЦָⷽһĿǣȫͬ⡣
ʱˡSkinnerElaineýݣغ˼䣬Mulderأ˼Ǹղŵ̸Skinner߻ɳǰصū촽°׼š
ѾҪˡSkinnerElaine˵ԸҴ绰
õģWalterElaineSkinnerMulderЦһ¡
ҩ --- ˣ緹ڳҪȥ --- ȫԵSkinner˵һڲ࣬һڲ١
ǣ٣Elaineؾ˸ЦЦ
ָʾתPerry緹ĻSkinner˵FoxԿסҪҪ򿪡ӺɣԽһĻȥҲû⡣ģ벻ʲôҪжˡSkinner̵˵ElaineͬؿMulderһۣĿһִ᳹SkinnerָʾġҲҪҪ뿪κηϻSkinnerˣMulderͷMuldeŗͷЦЦÿοˣΣSkinner۰ƺûм١SkinnerƲҪߵʱץס˵ĸ첲ϵĶ졣
ϣ֤кMulderЩŵ˵Ŀ˵Ҫ˿̷ֿףԸSkinnerƬ̣˵ͷū촽һ¡
ҲϣҺô˵ŽĹ⡣Mulderеһ΢ķӦҲЩѹͷĴʯ˻Ҫ
ElaineԼһȣMulder˼䣬ڰ칫ǰóһЩһְҵԴʣǳרдֻơһЩشҵ¼ѯרңһڼͨйMulderûݣ۾Ĺ̬ȸеЩʱԴʵݸеЦ᲻˶ʵ˽飬ӦõԹ¹ıС
Mulder뵽ԿʼдһٱԼĵһζElaineҪֽʣʵǸеΡԣʱʱؿӣĥʲôʱø˴һ绰֪11ǰ绰ûģΪSkinnerʱһûɢᡣMulderҲ龿ҪãһֱЩ硣
ٺҧ촽Ҫ˿ŪˡElaine˼վչ壬΢΢һЦ
Բ𡣡ڨڨ˵
ҵǸ --- ˺WalterĶҿ϶ؼҿ˻л˵ġĵЦûĻMulderҪһлָ϶Ҫʱ --- ҲһWalterڡ˵ҼŶģǧҪꡣ
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ǵģšElaine˵ţڳɳϣһֱֻۻסļ򡣡ڵԼһǴˣǲǣMulder̾˿һûһɣĻɥһôţ־ --- ʹʱϲԡǸֶʲô㡣˼˵
MulderԵʼ磬Elaineףֽӵһ¡ǻκģᶨ˵ϣWalterܾŬٶ໨˼Ҫȥ˵MulderȵؿˣǾʵԲԣһѣͻỬȥϵ֪Ҫ㷸ɵǻԼɣ˵Ƕ֪һ˾ʱǸ˵еԻٰťˡ
ǰMulderЦһ¡ôţһ鶼ĿҾ˵
ðɣҲй --- ٷǳӽElaineֻһΣ--- һر˴ҵңWalterļȵؿһۡ
Walter
֪ҰƸAndrewȥָ֮ǰʲô𣿡˵ң·ߵҲסAndrewɲռ˱˾ܵˡWalterȥѰAndrewͿ϶² --- һ졣ҪAndrewWalter¡㵱Ȼ֪Ƕôֽˡ
ǰҼֱ޷ͱһΡڴǰAndrewһ£һ֪Mulder˼˵
ElainЦǺܺõһԶǲǡ˶٣˼ؿMulderǲWalter֮ĹϵһõĹϵж־õĸĻϣûм顣˵AndrewѾʧȥİ --- Ryan --- WalterΪԼپּˡҲѾؾҪ¶ضɹ --- ˡ
ĸҵ˼ǣ飿MulderʵSkinnerദļ̫ůͰοа巽⣬𽥽˵ܹϵȻSkinnerİӦġļȻܹ⣬ԼĵִκγõĹϵݽȥһãҪ뷨ѡûκҰѱӸԣǰľǷֵSkinnerϾǲͬġ
ѵоElaineüë˵MulderˡWalter㣬Mulder飬еĸ飬ȫĵذ㡣Ѿô࣬Ŭôãһҹ֮ͣסġ --- غܳʱ䣬ֻеΣҿ϶ҲԴۡҿһЩȤĶƤţȡռǱڱļвһЩƬ淭˷óҪҵţݸMulderһpartyĳƬмAndrew LinderŶƶ˵ĺ£ϴ͵΢Цַһ˵ļϣǸ˹ߣ羴ηݵؿ --- Skinner
ڵƬʱWalterҲǽƾ¡룬ܾ͸ĵĽ׶νưɡΪAndrewȡֶκWalterڶԴķʽкܴͬǸͬͣϾΪˣǶһġElaine΢ЦſMulder
ϸƬȫעƬϵĳ棬˴˱ū״̬ȥЩƣ롭ԣڱ󡣡ȥǸūкMulderЦ˵
ǰ --- Щߴģdomļһźÿءҵ˼Ҫ˵ڶôҪǶģɹģܻܿмƤﱳءգգۣ֪ҪʲôҲ㹻ҪһСһ·ɣMulderҪһ߳Ԩ --- ׷ɣʹʹҲҪԹ
һģMulder˵ţ֪ۿתˡգۡԲϰǰᡣūк·ȥľ񡣡MulderȡЦţת⡣
úñְɣŬøãû׼һᴩ㿴ġElaineŶЦݿڸҼסܷʲô£ǧҸ㿴˵WalterҪǷɲǺǵģ
Ŷһ֪𣿡MulderԵ̾˿û˱Ҹˣ
ElaineƬûȥֶһ̧ۿMulder֪𣬡˼˵˺ūĹϵĬʱõ龰 --- ҴûмһԶWalterĬá
Mulderѵ˿ĭе繣ںýŵָסϵë̺ҰǵĹϵˣElaineҰĽָˣɬض˵ţЩʾ乡סϢȻʶΪ׷ѰʧڰҹĻӰʧ˶ôҸ
ѽָȥˣָ
ժҵľMulderõͲŵʹظ
ؿã˵ͷ֪˵룬£ˣ㲻𣿡ʵMulderʼ򡣡ӵеκζƾնģҪƾŬá˵ֿĳŵϵһдͷʼǵĹϵȹȥι --- ʵϣҲΣҪֵġڣǵĹϵڳɳȹ̵ʱڣҲδһ¡ڳʼ׶ΣҲǸʶζʲôء
MulderȻеʧ䡣ûǩԼSkinnerûгΪǸصˣδ˾һʼЩӡжôĲͬ
Щҵˣ˵
ԣElaineЦţ㲻ǸС鷳ҲᾭЩˡҾܿɰMulderǰվɺãҴë̺ڣҺúϢʽ˵
˯һ˹Elaine˯ʱѾˣPerry
ڼˣMulder˯ʡ
PerryĻ́ͷһЦС˯è˵ˣѹˣŵؽţʼ㣿һˣôˣ
ҵøWalter绰Mulderֹֻеذ˺룬һת͵İˡҪ֤Ľ۲ô죿Mulderҧ촽ֱѪȵζҪSkinnerȽְô죿
ʲôPerryüë
û¡Mulderسŵ绰
Ǿ͸ȥPerryɴ˵ȥ׼緹֪Walterϸָʾҿɲ
Perryһֱdom/subֽ׼淶ܱһֵϷŰ̬ȣȦˣȴ޷᳹裬˵ǸʮǽɡʱMulder˽˿ռ䡣
Mulderزڵ绰ʱнǲSkinner绰ʱɵһ
Skinner˵˸ɾ䡣
Mulderѵ˿ĭҡ˵
һʲôʱ绰 --- оô
ܺáҸղ˯һĽΣMulderʵ绰Ĭãס˺
㲻صôࡣһȥ˵ġSkinnerԷ𣿡
ûPerryš
סҪȫԹ⡣
ǣMulderͷʵһĸоûС
û꣬ҵġSkinner˵еؾ쵽Mulderԥ
ǡ֪Mulder̾˿
û˵£绰ҶˡMulder֪˽Ҫģôܲġ鶼޷ɣһݼһScullyеĶˡ
ϣϣҲڵʱɱ칫ʲôģװʵûǸ顣
ģMulder֪жİ칫﹤еĴЩҪȥ𣿡
ȲҪҪһʱ䣬ؿЦһ֪ܲܽ̽ӡ
ҪȥSkinner
ڿɲʲô⡣Mulderһ£ͻȻʶȥжôɿռ䡣Scullyڴʱ˿̣Skinnerһû鿼ΪöκҪScullySkinnerĻҲһ֪˵ټ̾˿Ҷϵ绰ʱպPerryһðһͣһˮ
嵭ֽӪḻһ͡PerryĵգգۡҽƼı׼˵
ҲMulder˻ȥۡ
ҾߡPerryMulderǰĵصšFox --- ҪǲԣWalterҲɡ㲻ұɵɡ
Mulder̾˿ε۾ӲȥĵڶٷˣSkinnerа취ʹūԵһڶ䣬ĶвǿȹͳԵ
緹Perryϴɾ֣һҽðߵMulder¡
Mulderѵʿĭεʼ򡣡ôҪġʼĩ𣿡ʵ
Perryؿõ --- Щ˵Mulderʼ磬ͷŤһߣPerryTҿ˱ԴKrycekĿĸԺҲؿϵ˰̡Perryͳ۾ϣһЩ˿ڣָ˿Χѹѹ
ϵúܺáǸҵҽϵˮƽܸˡϡЦЦMulderһֱۡMulderPerryʵдǡ
컻һҲ뿴Mulderͷغš
ÿPerryСĵشǣÿλ·ϴʱȱۡ
ҲһġMulderʹ˻šеһµı˿ϣۣPerryжΪǵı顣
ǲô㡭PerryĻˡ
Ǳ˵ĿĸǸ˲ҵˡMulder˵иԶǶPerryԶ֮䡣ÿεҪҡ޷ôԸ⿴ϡ
ҲΪĸֻôǳPerryƽ˵
ҲᣬҪ·Ianô룿Mulderɬʵ
һǳľ״̬ģҿԼ塣PerryشWalter˵ĸо𣿡
û --- Ҳϣ˵
Ŷɸҳ˸⣬FoxֻǸ㻻ҿԲϸҽҿ¾ҪWalterԼѡʽԸǩԼ˵Ȩ˵ΪӦ֪顣Perry϶˵Ϊأ
MulderвصPerryܳʱ䣬Ťֺ۾ⲻPerryһֱԺشȻû˱Ҹ˵ĵ绰Mulderֱ֪SkinnerӰٴǰų֣ܷPerryʱҩMulderװհˣʵֱӭϵʹ --- ĵʹպƥ䡣͵͵ֹʹҩûгԵʱƣеؿ˰ϵļʹԽԽǿҡȫ˵ʹעһ㡣ؿڵλãλϷ˿ڵļʹĵľңӦеʹ඼۽ڴˡڽʧң˼ʶɸߣͷһƬңSkinner֤ĽؿڵĿ֡ ʱʲôˡһθϷ͵ǣ߲Ĵˣһʹ۵ýۿWandaɫ۾ϾĶſǰצʵǰƺſůϵ벻Ȥ
èMulderݺݵ˵塣ڵϳ죬۾䰵ˣƺ⵽ܾоȣȻһŤPerryǱȥҰοˡ
SkinnerؼҵʱMulderѾȫͳ״̬ȫĴʹҵϮĵǵĥ˸Perry˼䣬SkinnerҽͳţߵūߡMulderȻۣеSkinner촽ϡ
û˯кװˡSkinnerϸؿǺǵЦ
Mulder̾˿ת۾ʵڷУԼ˱ʿɣغһڡ
ôˣżʣһˡ
Ҹ߹òšSkinnerغš
ҹܲסԼ!Mulder
Ҹܶ룬SkinnerӲ˵˵ķFox
Mulder뷴ȥǿԼ죬ʼ
ҴŸͷ --- Ϊ糿ĿڲԡڣҹĵģҶٿ԰㿪һǱĸͬġSkinnerֺһھƣMulderЩ֤ͬһȵҪѰҸ֮Ĺϵûбر --- ֻоֳ֪ĳԭ򡭡SkinnerǲȻسһ£MulderȻֳֳ˴ŮʿĿİ칫ﰺûбҪOPC֪Skinner˵ӽ˷ʽ֤ΪʲôҪԸ㵽ͼȥԭΪĿ׷һʧٵ̽ҵΪʹΪԿ⡣мڴˣΪҵĸ˵һʽʧְѾ㹻ˡ
ζʲôMulderһԼĵѾйܶʽ⣬ĸİδ˵·λֳĸ߲ϡ
ζҽԶܱΪֳ --- ֳSkinner̹ʵ˵ζҵ;֮·Ѿߵͷˡ
ʮ£Լ - 2
ҺܱǸMulder˵ּǿ˼֡еһںʵǶĪǴ --- ھεĥѪܵͷһΡ
ءӹٽҪSkinnerʼ硣ҲӦõġҵΪӱܳͷЩϵ --- ֻҪȷս۾ˡζؿMulderһۡҶԴ˷ǳ϶һAndrew̸ҵ --- ҵ˽ʹҸҵĹ塣ѹңʹ뿪֣ѡĵĹкܶࡣʱ˵ʵǺѡSkinnerֹŹֵһŤһ֮УMulderֻƾղǾжѣҪȫ׿Ҹٹ̵뷨ǵܰҵҰĺ־ŵԶĹ滮ȥᣬҾҵȷ˸Ҹ
MulderElaineƬԼAndrewܿΪ˸˹һж˹λֳԼĹεľĽ
ˣڸҽһ졣SkinnerȹʿɣȴŻش
ʲô˵أMulderţɳϴһ졣Ҹε绰˯˼ҳ˷Ϊ֣һȥβЩ
㿼ǹԼһ𣿡Skinnerɿʵ
Mulderϣ˿ȥûôƣ롣SkinnerķһһߴϵѾҪˡȥ޵еģ˵ףϾҲѪ֮
ûô롣Mulderʼ硣
û£еʱ䡣ҲȥģкSkinner˵ţվҸķ㶼𣿡
ǣMulderͷ
ҩ𣿡SkinnerʵͷоԵؿū
Mulderһ˵ѶסSkinnerҲֲˡSkinner˵ˣпܻʵϳԼŵԡMulderһۣԼš
ûУ˵Skinnerı˲ʱӲˡûֹʹҩMulderۿű𴦣ʵ顣Skinnerְūӡ
Ϊʲôʵ
ΪֹۡҪۣMulderѿڶ
ˡǺãҪ֪һ --- ҿṩʹкκʱҪԡһֻСSkinnerҵֹʹҩһƬСͷ˵ҪȷƬﾡáҩƬŵMulderͷϣݸǱˮMulderҩȥˮŻȥֱιWandaҩѡSkinner˵ţվMulderҸղŵĻǵġڿʼҪʹ --- һῼǷ衣Ϊ˵ȨڣӦ֪𣿡Skinnerʵ۽ǰ
Mulderʹһ¡ûˡʵһ춼ڵĹҸScully˵绰
绰ˣδSkinner׷ʵ
MulderȵŴ졣ShitԲҲǹ --- û뵽
Һܻܿ --- ϾƲScullyĴ --- סȾSkinner˵Ҹ߹ÿ¶ҪFoxκ¶Ҫ뵱Ȼ
ˣMulderҧס촽
׼ҧˡSkinnerָMulderƿڵ촽ҧˣҲûʲôô --- ھ͵ˡҪһļƻھ͵ܳͷɡСĵذMulderſţū˶ѵҪƨſҺú룬춼ЩһʱһٴݵġSkinnerӲ
Mulderθһ£ͷͷ˫֮䡣˶Ľϣ¶ƨϾ쬵ģ뿪ԺһܰעԼľתƿˡͬһʵʽ־֮ĹϵȻܲɷ֡еǶɢˣС
SkinnerԺ󻻺ţпT߻һûκοסMulderеÿƨ϶˵ֺݺݵش£SkinnerūѿϣߣذMulderϡ
ллMulder˵̵ˮӿͨǿ巣˺ͷĺĻǿҵľн˳
˵̽Ǽѵأ;ףSkinner˵ūڶǰҷͷǲŸոտʼк
֪MulderͷԲҽûPerryദá
㲻Ҫʱ߹㡣SkinnerָеزMulderĺڷŪڿĲˣ÷дˡ
šһǸġMulder˵
Perry첻
ΪʲôҰˣMulderЦ
ҽ4ڵнݼ١SkinnerıеĿɬļ
˵дʽְ֡Mulder˵
ǡû˵SkinnerЦţҲ㳹״ǵңԸѹһ鹤ҵĽҲΪҿ4ܵʱ伯оϡҾлص翪ʼһܣִܵǿȵѵȥֻζ㽫ѣΪҲ֪Ϊڣк --- ʹ΢СΥҲҪϳ͡
ǣԸȫġҸҾԵĳMulderƽᶨ˵ĳ⡣
ǺܺáSkinnerū촽˭кǣʵ
㣬ԶMulder˵еԵƽڵһ
SkinnerеذѽŴڿϣؿū
ūͬзȫˡκʱ䡢ص㶼ܾܾ˵MulderرҶһΥԶ׼ģʲô¡ΥġΥԸȥKrycekԭΪʱľпԭʵϡ
˵Skinnerº͵شߴš
ʵ£ǡǡҪԿ͹۵ָMulder˵Ϊ޹ؽҪʱ򣬷Ӻףҳʵؽеʵ϶Ϊҵġ͵͵һ˵ɫԥЦһ¡ҵΪʵ˵ÿϹֻѡSamanthaնǰһÿҶϵһˣûжҼʹҲǻá
ҪSkinner˵ҾԲ׼κ£ҶʧȥİǸū
ΨһūMulderǿţ԰ɣеʵ
SkinnerЦһūѾӦˡ˵ˣڸҽһ£Fox --- Ϊʲô
ʲôΪʲôMulderȡ
ҵ --- ôԵĵزأΪ׷ѰںΪʲôFox
Mulderؿˡǰû⡣ֻǾǺҪ --- ׷
ԼһҾãǶ˵塣
ɲáSkinnerҡҡͷ滹иԭFox --- ֻΪҲһȥ׷Ѱ --- ʲôԭʹ㲻ϧһУ
Ҳ֪Mulderʼ硣˵ʵ˵塣˵SamanthaáʱǸСŮҾʧٵ --- ôΪҲΪ֤Ƶؿˡ
ҲɡSkinnerûȫͬҲ⣬Foxҵ˼ɣҾôȥ´ʲôᵽ֣㻹ȥ --- ܱλ¡
벻иµˡMulder˵ţֲԾ쵽Tؿڴ
ΪУSkinner˵ţMulderִǰÿؿ 㲻ٽҵˡڣҸŪȻϴк
һСʱԺ󣬵SkinnerСĵذMulderڻ¥ʱMulder룬һüʹһҲֵõĻǾ --- ÿϡSkinnerůֽʵMulderеδйİȫֱͬһ̰˯кոȥ˴Ȱĸĸ״ӳﱧݣ͵ϡ˵ϣ˿ǿ׳ֳĻҸʧԼûΪһˣܵĹػ۰ֻһˣֻҪܾˡ뵽ʵһѡȨŻȫܵĵλȻҲǸСˣԸūݣҪʲôòɵøеͷ£˵ľϡ
Ҳ֪ޣ˵
ô£Skinnerʵūڴϡ
Ҳ֪Mulderˮţһֱֱ۵סԼ
ǾջҵSkinner˵ţūڴߡMulderŲǰֱۣĿɿڴؿˡ˵ͿԺܵˣūSkinner˵˿а㸧οġֱ֣Ħū
Ϊӱܹ֡ϵ顭һˡMulder³Щ£᲻֪աԭߡҲκˡҴûǰ޹ҶܿԼġҸĽб˿ЦҲԸ㿴̥һ壬ץͷǰȥ
ʵǣȨȥαװֳʵĸ顣ҿɫӣˬʵЦ˦˦ͷƯ۾ڡҲҼʶªӣͳһǹָңһӰûȥ --- ȴҿӣǿͱ˵ӣΪʲôFoxSkinnerûжūֻȵأȴ
ҵĴMulderͷƺţ繡ں˿
ѡǵģ֪Skinner͵˵㲻ҷֵ˭أҰʵ㣬FoxҰʱҵҰЦʱªҶϲҲĴʹ࣬ҶȻ㡣֮ûκϰкҲ۰ġҳԼɣҪѹ֡Skinner˵
Mulderеȫһ𣬴һؾ׽Skinner⣬SkinnerӲĴ֣ūᾱ°ĦţʱMulderҲ޷ѹʹĳʹãSkinner˲ϵظľӣûиʼûмϸӴڣMulder޹ˣǸǿЦһ¡
ûˣ˵ԾΪԼʹ˳չʾ΢΢
ֻǸոտʼSkinner
վMulder߽ԡˢϴְңڴͷϴū£һ§סMulderһ˵ıϵĸоϤϢת
ҪҪѾܳʱˡǸMulderԥšҪʹҡѾȫˡ
һʱģSkinner˵ĴָMulderĿ£ūСMulder˵İȴһֱģ޷Ӧ
Ϊҩԭ򣬡˵Բ
Ǹʲôʱҵūϵκβλҵı㣬SkinnerūĶߵšŪһָι󣬽͵زūĸšָû󻬹MulderѹŲһ¡
ʱԼΪ׼ˡҰĽʹ㣬ܻܿˡSkinnerֱʵ˵               "ӦܺܺõظԼ󻬣кʹڵ״Ҳû⡣ԺҪˡ               "ָūƨϺһ¡               "ΪΡ               "˵
               "ǣ               "Mulderɿش֮һԽӴҲܸеЩ㡣               "ǷҪأ               "
               "ҵȨк               "Skinnerţ               "Լ2ѡǷʹȫҵȨ㲻Ҫ졣               "Skinnerū֮䰮ţֿȣMulderغָƼŪMulderŸŪãڴȻ޶ԡ
               "ġ               "ͷͷԼķӦղѡ               "ҿ޴ļȥȥˡôˣҪҲָܻԽԽС뷨޷ܡܺ˵ôܵʹսأ
ҵǺܻһ㣬SkinnerǺǵЦǿҵūҿܡ
MulderЦЦ˽˵ĻŬ׿ղŵţͬʱʶһĽᡣ
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賿ʱѰMulderںڰ͵ѹе鷳ơʧ֢ףԼ״̬˽Ⲣܽκ⡣ԭز˾ȵĺSkinner˯ƺʹĸоһЩȴ޷еĽǡθᣬ緭һ㣬ʹǳܡ뵽ԼĹԢɳϣ𴲣ϴԲȣΧһвŲʡںڰУǰĺܶһֱScullyĶԹҪƳSkinnerûиκѡ׼ūڴ԰糿ù߳Ǵ۵ĴūӴϽMulder˯ۿվڴǰѾT˶㡣
               "к糿ԣܲ·               "Skinner˵ţݸMulderǸIanȡùڲϵԿ״MulderMulderС´˵İվ˵ĽŻ֧أѾԷ߼ˣ⵹˿ΪζôˡSkinnerū߽ԡңMulderǽס壬վڳˮͰǰȥ --- ȴֱĵһ߶
               "               "̧ۡ
               "Ӧ               "Skinner˵
               "һԼ϶               "Mulderŵʡ
               "˵Լĵڶ               "Skinner˵
               "ūͬԼˣԸʹá               "Mulder˵۾ʶSkinnerĴԼһһ䡣
               "׼ȷԡ               "SkinnerָMulder               "Ҳң֮ǰҪҵͬ⡣ɡ               "MulderһŬ밴ҪĿעȴ򲻳ô£Skinnerɿūתԡ䡣               "վ               "һŬ졣MulderɻصͷϴССı
               "Һܾǰǻɴרˣ               "Skinner˵Mulder۾ƺԽսļ䡣ūߵԡ               "˵ЩҲ͸͸ˡ               "Skinner˵ţMulderϲıֻ¶ָԱߵָһMulderķ׵һ֡
               "̶ֳֻܵˣ               "Skinnerţ               "ٹ죬һΡ               "⿪MulderϵıȻֵMulderǰMulderۡ               "Foxۣ               "SkinnerMulder˵ˣ˿ڿһۡ               "Perryѹ¶,               "Skinner˵ţְMulderˡ               "վҪġ               "˵
               "ڲ벻Ҫң               "Mulderصš
               "̫ã               "Skinner˵
Mulderͷ               "ڲ               "˵               "ҡ               "
ܾãڵͷ               "Լϴ裬סҪ               "Skinner뿪ԡҡMulder˵ϴܳ׳裬ȫĸо治ôʱһֱֻŲϴϴ裬þһSkinnerһ߻ūԡݸһë塣               "               "Skinner˵               "һչġ               "
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SkinnerÿСʱС˯һʱԷԺѾ˺ܴɫ --- ˡھϺϣţı仯ʱ˶еȡѾȹȥȶˣҲܸеҪߵ·ܳ
ֹ˼죬SkinnerһβMulderϺͽϵı --- ͬʱūĹ̷ܽʽӦĵ
ˣָĺ˳Ҳһ仯Skinnerιū緹ʱ˵ڿʼҳͷʱûбҪֻ --- ˵ҶĳͷֶѾˣк˵Mulderҧ촽ͷ˿̣ƺ︴ˣ־ϲظеıůԵĴ̼Ҫ㻨Ϻܳʱھ˼Skinner˵ԼѾдˣҿʱѧϰθмԼˡǺʵüֵġΥ˵𣿡
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MulderŽŸ¥Ϸ֪Skinnerﵽ״ʲôƻ
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ǡÿ궼ϴǶܸɾMulderԹš
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ζʲôSkinner˫۽ǰŻش
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Skinnerſ緹ū˯һСְϷҼĹʵ֤MulderɵԵ֡ӹǸ񱣬Ūÿһʱ÷ƵİϴͲһһ߻һУܷӳôõЧ --- ȻûбSkinnerˡȫŪˣÿԺָʾūǶԭλ
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MulderŴ죬Skinnerץססᶨأס촽ſʱMulderյҡͷûūˣں޵˵ʱʵĴ͸ˡ
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ղŵ˵Լһأū߻ʱSkinnerʵ
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ֻܿšֱ󣬱ַӵơڣSkinner˵
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˵˱ְҿҵúúóͷһ¡Skinnerͺ
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SkinnerվڴһбƲһǳɫȥôˡ
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Skinner·һūֵĺãкһһ --- 侫ô
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Ϊٻһ𻷡SkinneróMulderм˷ӦڿʼǿժˣSkinner˵ժǸߡMulderɣǰ͵˳Skinnerץסٸ˽𻷣غ踽̶á
ЦЦMulderһ΢ЦȻ侫SkinnerָMulderǴȻҡûҵȻ׼
ǣMulderشӦš
һ䡣Skinner˵Ȼˣ쳣ࡣǳѣкеķӦҪֻڴõı֡
ǣMulderѵ̿ĭ
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Skinnerһ⻬ƤУūظסȫڱؿ˴ıMulderһϿСףǡͷλã黷ͷչʾSkinnerӼбһƤ¸պսūιطָߵƨɡһʹ߷ɫβԵûԲˡִǰһƤMulderغ̶סǰ漷ɹ͵š϶һȦʵι̵ס΢΢սšūƵǰMulderеӳɵӾһżһߣһƨɱŹֵװţͷǡôر¶šSkinnerûнһϸ϶黷¶˿̶סԺƺе̣Mulderͷ΢Ȼ黷ϹϼMulderװƷˡŪúSkinner΢΢Ľ
Ưغ˿һֻMulderβһֶֻŪ黷ϵMulderߺˣûп˵úӡһҸղ˵ģûκȨūSkinnerᶨ˵ڵĿľΪ˷񣬷ҵԸҪڲ̺򣬷ҵÿһָûµʱ͹ߣιԷȿ˳꣬ʰӡҪʱעÿһ˵ıӣҵģǿ˵㶼ҪӡΪ˱֤ʶԼĵλҪһΪܼѵ¡ȡһ޴ͿҪһֱſ΢Ĳʣ㲻ܱԹSkinner˵һеǳܣҵϥ¸ҡ֮⣬ͣϵʹĲʣֵһMulderͷܸеҪмܵЩʣΪΪȡˡ
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һԿMurrayHammerMulder˺Murray̸һMurrayݸһŷ⣬Skinner˿ڴMulderĺıòæ˷ӹHammerļпˣҲϡ
һԶ˼ҲˣMulderIanСڵĴЦPerryƵĳһ¡߹ȥIanµʱͨ죬һ͵شڡ
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𣿲ѾõĽˣSkinner˵
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FoxTeenaеؿһҲ֪ĶҸĹԢ绰ֻɡ
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Skinnerû𣿡TeenaŲæ˵
Mulder۾ζбҪʱŻװɵ --- ǸŮˡǸϰ壬Mulderûʲôģҵشһ䡣
˵ˡǾ֪ͨˡ˵ûΣգûдԶܵͼȥŵȥ㡭ϵ㡣𱸡
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Ҳ֪ûǶƭ֣ȦסƭһΣǰԲˬҲȦףҸ˴ --- صĴۡƣûҵΪϢáʧغš
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𣿡Mulderʵ
SkinnerѵʿĭŵͷMulderͷֻּ䣬ؿ۾
һκõġҪҵĻ
MulderеȫһëѹؿϡʧƬֻ̣ǰؽŻ˵ˣתMulderǰѹסǰ˿ڡ
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ָˣMulder˵ǰɣָˡ
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